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Part Two:
Adam marveled at the size of the penthouse apartment. By New York City
terms, the place was massive. And the view of the lights of the city at
night was awe inspiring.
But the thing that really stood out to Adam was that Conrad had oil
paintings and blown up photographs of himself hanging up in pretty much
every room. There a painting of him posing, dressed in a suit. There was
a photograph of him punching a guy from one of his fights. There was even
an oil painting of him....as a centaur. Basically, as far as Adam could
tell, no matter what room you were in, there was a picture of Conrad.
"Welcome to our place," said Conrad. "We like it."
"It's really something," said Adam. "How long have you been here?"
"A few years. Come here, dude. Let's do this. Let me show you what I'm
talking about."
The three of them went into the kitchen and Conrad opened a cabinet to
produce a plastic bottle with a light brownish liquid in it. "This," he
said, "is the stuff. It's the most potent mezcal there is. You can only
get it by going straight to the source. I go to Mexico three times a year
to get this stuff. And it ain't easy."
He took a small sip and passed it to Jill. Jill smiled and also took a
small sip. She closed her eyes and smiled dreamily after taking a gulp.
Then she handed it over to Adam.
"Just drink a little," said Conrad. "You want to start slow."
Adam looked at it and took a quick whiff. It smelled like maple syrup.
He took the bottle to his lips and took back a cautious sip. It was very
strong....but had such a pure flavor. He actually found himself enjoying
it.
"Yeah, wow. That's good. Very interesting."
"You like it? Have another belt. It won't hurt you."
Adam was feeling a little less inhibited. "Yeah, okay." He knocked back
a slightly larger sip.
"Good, right dude?" said Conrad. "I knew you'd like it."
Jill smiled. "Wanna see my room?"
Adam was feeling tipsy. He looked out the window and saw the lights of the
city and he was feeling good. "Uh, yeah, okay."
She took his hand and led him through the main room and into a bedroom
that was painted very pink. He noticed that the bed was a canopy bed,
with a pink comforter and huge pink pillows with white lace. There were a
few antique dressers in the room and a massive vanity with a large mirror
and tons of makeup and racks of jewelry all over the place. It was the
girliest room Adam had ever seen.
"Sooooo," she said. "This is my room. I rarely ever sleep here of
course. But I love it here. I spend so much time here.....just doing the
girl thing. Which I love now....I just love being a girl.....getting to
wear pretty clothes. It's so much fun! Tee hee...."
Adam remembered her room when they were dating. It was nothing like this.
Lots of books. Not a lot of frills or lace.
"Yeah," he said feeling stranger by the minute. "Jill, can I sit down?"
She smiled. "Sure, sweetie." She helped him onto the bed and began to
pet him on the head. "Everything all right?"
"Yeah," said Adam trying to process the high he was feeling. "I just
think I shouldn't have had that second sip. Just give me a second."
"Oh you'll probably need more than a second," she said softly.
Adam noticed that Conrad was standing by the doorway leaning against the
doorway, observing him.
"Uhh....soooo, yeah, I should probably go," said Adam.
Conrad moved forward and grabbed his arm. "Nope, that's a bad idea dude.
You're just getting hit by the mezcal. You shouldn't go out in this
condition. The room is spinning, right?"
Adam tried to focus. "Yeah....jeez.....what the hell? I only had a
couple....sips."
Conrad was leading him out of the room and towards another room across the
hall. "It's okay, man....well just have you chill out here for a bit till
it wears off."
Adam was compliant and was too distracted by the growing bend of reality
to notice that the chair he was being seated in had straps and belts on
it. It wasn't until Conrad had already strapped in his ankles and waist
that he noticed.
"Whoa! Hold on! What the hell?" he blurted.
"Shhhhhh," hushed Conrad. "Just chill out. You need to ride this out. I
can't have you freaking out. You're just tripping. You need to be
restrained."
"Oh man, no! The room....is spinning. I need to get out of here!" panted
Adam.
Conrad was now securing the straps around his wrists. "Okay, there you
go. You're not going anywhere now. I got you." He then swooped behind
Adam and positioned himself so he was crouching behind him and able to
talk close to him.
"Okay, man. You're just gonna trip here for awhile. It's weird, I know.
But you need to know I'm here for you. I'm gonna be right here for you.
You're not alone. I got you."
Adam shut his eyes and tried to wriggle free. All the while it felt like
he was on a ride at an amusement park. Being unable to move, he felt the
spins even more sharply. But despite that, he could feel Conrad's arms
around his chest, and the stubble of his goatee rubbing up against his
cheek.
"Shhhhhh," he said softly. "Just let it take over.....I got you......"
Adam thought he heard himself screaming, but wasn't sure.
Part Three:
Adam woke up and was immediately aware of where he was. Though he had
blacked out, he remembered where he was and how he got there. He could
tell that it was now daylight. He was alone in the room. His mouth was
dry and he felt mildly nauseous.
"Hey!" he yelled.
He heard footsteps coming from outside. Before they got to the door, Adam
looked down and realized he was now wearing a pink t-shirt. He let out a
startled moan upon seeing it and then his attention was turned to Conrad
opening the door. He was grinning.
"Morning, sunshine," he said. Adam had an intense hatred for him at this
moment.
"I'm supposed to be at work," said Adam. "They're gonna wonder where I
am."
"Not your problem anymore," said Conrad. "In fact, I'm here to tell you
that you will have very few problems for the rest of your life."
Adam tried to remain calm. "They'll check my work email. They'll see my
emails with Jill and eventually they'll figure it out."
Conrad smiled. "Who's Jill?"
Adam felt his expression go blank as Jill walked in the room wearing a
lavish turquoise colored ball gown with a huge ruffled skirt that barely
fit through the door. She was wearing a tiara and she was adorned with
diamond and sapphire jewelry. She looked like a character out of a Disney
movie about a princess.
"Hello, my lovely," said Conrad. "Please tell me your name."
"My name is Tiffany, master," said Jill in a soft monotone.
Conrad then turned back to Adam. "This is Tiffany. Is that who you
thought was Jill? Because this lovely princess is named Tiffany."
Adam looked down. "I don't know what you did to her.....but like I said,
they're going to find me. They have access to my emails."
Conrad continued. "Tiffany, tell me what your primary function is
please."
"My primary function is to pleasure you, master. I live only to please
you. You are the ultimate male." She looked so happy uttering those
words.
Adam felt his disbelief and anger swelling in tandem. "They're probably
reading my emails now...."
Conrad ignored him. "And what is your secondary function, Tiffany?"
"I want to be as beautiful and feminine as possible. I love being a
woman. I want to be the ultimate female. The more feminine I am, the
better I am able to fulfill my primary function."
"Which is...?"
"To give you pleasure, master. You are the ultimate male. I live to
please you."
Conrad looked triumphant. He caressed her face gently. Her eyes closed
and she shuddered. "That's right," he said softly. "Good girl."
Adam continued. "It's just a matter of time before they....."
Before Adam knew what was happening, he felt an intense pain underneath
his jaw in the upper part of his neck. Conrad had moved quickly in behind
him and applied a pressure grip to a point underneath Adam's jaw. The
pain Adam was now experiencing was unlike anything he'd ever felt. His
screams indicated as much.
Conrad applied pressure for about twenty seconds, to a point where he knew
Adam had enough time to process what was happening. Then he released his
grip and leaned in close to Adam, who was now completely broken down and
gasping for air.
"Now, that was pain," said Conrad leaning in close to Adam, so close his
facial hair was brushing up against Adam's ear. "Over the course of your
conversion, I can give you only two things. Pleasure....or pain. How
much pain you receive....is up to you. I would much rather concentrate on
the pleasure. Ultimately the pleasure is what will turn you."
"No!" said Adam. "Just let me go....I won't say anything....I just wanna
go now....seriously, just let me go." He was wishing more than anything
that he could go back in time and not come up for that drink. It was less
than 12 hours ago. It was so close.
Conrad pivoted in front of him and smiled. "Tiffany, sleep," he said
while still looking at Adam.
"Yes, master." With that she immediately closed her eyes and remained
standing. She looked like a living doll, with her heavy eye makeup and
elegant dress.
Conrad continued. "You see, she now has no will of her own. She belongs
completely to me now. And yes, she once was in the same chair you are now
in. She was once telling me all kinds of things.....people would come and
look for her, she'll never love me, she'll never give in to it....et
cetera, et cetera, et cetera. You see now..... she was not entirely
prescient."
Adam barked, "Jill! Jill! Come on, help me!" To his dismay, her eyes
didn't move. She just stood there.
Conrad chuckled. "She can't hear you right now. Yeah, it's incredible.
The only voice she actually hears when she's in this state is mine.
Unbelievable. But it won't be long until you understand what I'm talking
about first hand."
He continued, "You see, I don't do 'normal' relationships. Normal
relationships involve concessions. I don't do concessions. I don't
suffer wasting a second of my time. I would rather have a slave than a
girlfriend. I enjoy the finished product....but I enjoy creating them
just as much."
"You're....crazy. You're sick, man..." muttered Adam, still gasping and
recovering.
"You say that now," said Conrad calmly. "But I assure you, your opinion
no longer matters. And I also assure you in a mere three months time, you
will neither be calling me sick nor crazy......but master."
"No....this isn't happening.....I'm not gonna let you...." muttered Adam.
Conrad ignored him. "I saw Tiffany in the park over a year ago. I'd see
her from time to time reading on the same bench. I'd run by her and
wonder how such a pretty girl could be living her life the way she was
living it. I knew that with my help, I could turn her into my princess.
So one day......I took her. And took great pleasure in re-educating her
and made her into my princess. And along the way, I discovered that.....I
really, really enjoyed it! Ha ha!"
Adam glared at him. He looked back over at Jill. She still sat
motionless with her eyes closed.
"It wasn't long before I knew I would have to do it again....and again.
But I wanted a bigger challenge the next time. That's where you come in.
My next princess....."
Adam felt a wave of panic and nausea go through him. Up until this
moment, he had just been assuming that whatever sick plans Conrad had for
him, it didn't involve a gender change.
"She suggested you, you know. When I told her what I wanted to do, you
were the first person she suggested. She showed me your picture online
and I knew that you were the perfect candidate. We get you all prettied
up and you'll look just like a real girl. I guarantee it."
Adam couldn't believe it. The Jill he knew would never have done this to
him. But he looked at the girl standing motionless before him. This was
no longer Jill.
Conrad moved back behind him and crouched there. Adam felt another wave
of panic start to course through him.
"And so," said Conrad softly, "we'll begin. As I've said, I can and will
use pain when you test me....but pleasure is much more effective."
With that he slowly moved his arms around Adam from behind and placed his
index fingers on top of Adam's nipples. He then began lightly rubbing and
applying slight pressure.
Adam yelled in horror at the sensation. He instantly felt vulnerable....
and emasculated.
"That's right," said Conrad softly, right next to Adam's ear. "I'm just
gonna do this for a while. All you have to do is sit back and relax. If
you want to scream....you can scream. It feels so good just to feel me
touching you....."
"Noooo! Noooo! Noooo!!! Help!!!!! Jill! Please make him stop!!!!
Jill!!!!! Fuck!!!!!! God....noooo!!! STOP!!!!!"
Conrad continued calmly. "It's just happening now and there's nothing you
can do. Just relax and feel how good it is when I touch you. Shhhhhh.
If you want to scream, you can scream. No one can hear you but me. I'm
right here. I got you."
Adam was still struggling as best he could and making various grunts. He
could feel himself start to drool and drip with snot and tears. The
feeling of Conrad pressing on his nipples.....was that of rape. Of
violation. And the tickling sensation was amplified by the second.
"I'm just gonna do this for the next few hours," said Conrad. "Just sit
right here with you and feel you. It feels good, doesn't it?""
Adam continued to grunt and wriggle. "No!" he managed to blurt out.
"Yes it does," said Conrad. "I'm right here. I got you now. I'm not
going anywhere. I'm just gonna do this for the next few hours....nice and
gentle."
"Oh God," cried Adam feeling the warring sensations of guilt, violation....
and pleasure welling up in him.
"It's just a natural technique," said Conrad. "I just do this for a while
and your body reacts to me. It releases hormones and makes you more and
more passive. It puts us in a place where you react to me and my touch.
I just sit here and touch you nice like this....and your body becomes
addicted to me....to my wonderful touch."
Adam closed his eyes and tried to think of anything, anything other than
this. But he could feel his legs shaking, his arms shaking. And more
than anything....he could feel the sensation growing in his chest.
Becoming smoother, more rhythmic. More constant.
"I just do this for a few more hours. So you might as well relax. Just
sit back, close your eyes and let it happen. Just sit here with me and
feel me touching you....."
Adam felt his neck resting on the back of the head rest now. He was
struggling less. It was as if his body was just quitting on him. His
breathing was becoming more rhythmic, less spastic.
Conrad continued the gentle massage. "You were saying about your emails.
I used a fake email account and emailed you from a library in The Bronx.
Tiffany told me about you and how to respond so you wouldn't suspect it
wasn't her. No one knows she's with me now. No connection will be made.
No one will find you here."
Adam let out a yell. Then he let out another one. He was trying to do
anything to disrupt the rhythm of what was happening.
Conrad was unfazed. "Just drink in the feeling. I'm gonna be right here.
I'll be doing this for at least five hours. It won't stop. It feels so
good now, doesn't it? Your body adapting every second. Your body wants
this...you want my touch.....more and more....soooo good....."
"No," whispered Adam. He was losing track of time.
"That's it," said Conrad. "You're done fighting it. Just let it happen.
It feels so good when I touch you like this.....It feels soooooo good.
You like to have a man touch you, don't you? It feels so warm.....so
good...... to be touched by a man."
Adam didn't respond. He wriggled and bucked as best he could, but even
now he was aware that it was in vain. He closed his eyes and tried
desperately to think of something else. Something other than Conrad's
soothing voice and the rhythmic pleasure of his touch.
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