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For as long as I can remember I was obsessed with sex. I stayed up late at night looking for hook ups, went to bars and picked up women, missed work or class after late nights, and generally oriented my day around the women I could see or talk to. I loved everything about women. Their smell, the feel of their skin, the movement of their body, everything sent me over the edge. I didn't have female friends. I couldn't. I would start talking to a woman, and no matter who she was, I tried to sleep with her. The problem with my obsession was that I was successful with the ladies. I was young and attractive. I worked out. I was born into money, and not to be vain, but I was extremely good in bed. I could eat pussy for hours, fucked women half senseless, would do anything kinky my subject wanted, but what made them keep coming back was my cock. I ruined women. Once I fucked them most thought of me when they went back to their husbands or boy friends. Some couldn't handle it, begged me to stop, but they all lay speechless after a fuck. I could make the most innocent get on all fours and bark like a dog. I had girls bring their friends to experience my cock. Had women that claimed to not to like to suck cock lick me like a lollipop for an hour, women that said they would never let someone in their ass beg me to fuck them silly, and nice neat women beg me to cover their face after a long fuck. They all left satisfied, bowlegged, and asking when we could get together again. Everything changed for me one Friday night. I went out with some friends, and as we normally do, got shitfaced and talked shit. It wasn't too long before we had talked our way into a group of young college girls. I ordered the drinks and in my usual fashion, let the guys take their pick of the litter. I had several reasons for it. First, the guys always went after the hottest women. They always tripped over each other to get to it, but the problem with the prettiest of the group is that they know it and expect you to treat them like a princess. They always want a guy to take home to their parents. Second, the women that weren't "selected" always felt a little down, and you could go into the "leftover group" and just talk with them all, waiting for the whore of the group to make a move to compete for you. It always worked like a charm. I got the ones that would do anything to not be the one left out. The last thing that I almost always did was make sure that the women got a hint of the size of my cock. There were several ways to do this without coming off as a pervert. The best way is to sit on a bar stool facing them with one leg on the stool to tighten your jeans. At around seven inches soft, my cock clearly shows on my thigh, and it is a beautiful sight to look at the expressions on women's faces when they discover it. Sometimes, if there isn't somewhere I can display myself, then you have to go to the casual rub, passing them to go the bathroom and making sure you rub against their ass. The problem is that you never want to be the guy with a random hardon. On this particular night, I was left with two of the girls (never a good number since if you take one, you leave someone completely alone). I decided to go for broke. One of the girls was somewhat attractive but had little to no body. The other girl was decidedly unattractive, but had a nice set of tits and one hell of an ass. I sat back on the stool about the time that they were five feet away and saw them attractive girl stare at my crotch. I smiled. I got them a drink and after only a few minutes she convinced her friend to go to the bathroom with her. I sat at the bar alone (something I had gotten use to as a wonderful technique as well) and drank a beer waiting for them to get back. When they did, they hadn't sat down before the girls with the tits told me that she had to get back home to study for some bullshit exam. I made sure to give her a glimpse of the outline of my cock before she could finish her sentence. She tried to chug her drink really fast and leave, almost embarrassingly so, but I wasn't about to let that happen. I knew that she had either lost some sort of random bet as to who would stay with me and who would go, or she simply awarded me to her friend. I told them that we should all go back to my place and have some drinks, which they both protested (one clearly because she and her friend now clearly had an agreement and two, because girls don't want to come off as wanting to fuck). I ordered them both a drink, which they both said they didn't want but both drank and started telling them why both of them were going to come home with me. The playfully protested. When tits asked me if I really wanted both of them to come back to my place, I knew I had them. When the attractive girl asked how in the world I could keep two ladies entertained, I told her. I have a 9.5 inch cock and can fuck all night. Tits asked me how far away I lived. They were scared when we got to my place. I could see it. I told them they could sit on the couch, and I went and made some drinks. When I came back with the drinks, they were looking around the room at pictures and items around the place. I made sure to reach around each lady and hand them their drink, and when the attractive girl went to the bathroom, I made my move. I went over to tits, and took the drink out of her hand. I carefully sat it on the coffee table and pulled her close to me. She went limp and readied herself. I kissed her deep and hard and only broke the kiss when the attractive one came back in the room. She didn't say anything, so I went over to her and kissed her as well. When I pulled them together and pushed them to kiss each other I knew it was going to be a good night. When my dick came out they both got on their knees and took turns sucking me. I fucked them both silly. Tits let me get in her ass, but when I started fucking her ass he screams were so loud I was afraid I was killing her, but when I slowed down, she begged me to do it more. In the morning I woke up to the attractive one sucking my dick. After I came in her mouth, she said the words that would ruin me. "You should be in porn." It stuck with me the rest of the day. My friends asked how the ugly fuck went, and I just laughed. I never fucked and told. It was simply bad karma, and that's what people didn't understand about me. I wasn't there to use women. I was there to enjoy women, and always made sure women enjoyed it too. Some called me a player, but that was the farthest thing from the truth. I never led women on. They knew up front what it was all about. It was about the fuck. Sex was something to enjoy, not be afraid of. As long as pleasure was coming from it and both parties knew what it was about, then there shouldn't be any issues. Most people made sex out to be more than it should be. They make an hour of their life mean everything, when it shouldn't mean more than the hour of their life they are enjoying their bodies. Weeks went by and I kept hearing the words "you should be in porn." I thought long and hard about it. Why not? What's so bad about it? I was born into money and wasn't much good at anything. I had a job at my families business, but that was mostly a gift position. I never did anything unless it was go to a given job site and check up on the progress of something or entertain a new prospective client. Fucking was at least something I was good at. I kept playing the negatives in my head, but what was the big deal? My family was all gone. I didn't have any relatives. I was an only child, and my father was an only child. I could sell the stock I owned in the company and never worry about money. I could do whatever I wanted. In typical fashion, I spent the next few days researching the industry and how one got into it. It seemed after the large STD break out in the late 2010s, there had been innovations in the porn industry that were industry secrets. The government regulated them heavily and now only three firms could produce talent that were allowed to participate in pornographic films. Certainly there were underground organizations, but I was far from needing to sell my body for money. I made a few calls through a third party and then found an agent that works with the industry. We arranged a meeting outside her office, meeting instead at mine. She came and my secretary showed her in. After coffee was delivered, we were left alone, taking a seat opposite each other on the couches in a side room of my office. She looked around the office rather than looking at me in the eyes, and it allowed me to look her up and down. She was tiny. No more than five foot and skinny as a rail. She had large breasts for her size, but they were still small compared to most women. I could easily encase them with my whole hand. She was attractive and well dressed, anything but what I thought I would be running into. "So Mr. Taylor, you want to be in porn." It was a statement more than it was a question. "I am entertaining the idea." I smiled at her. There was a hint of flirtation in the air rather than something of an interview. "Well you aren't the typical candidate for pornography, but I came as a favor given your social position." I looked at her and let silence talk for me, then asked, "and why am I not the typical candidate?" "Well, you are much older than the usual candidate. Mid 30's is not the typical age to get into the business, it's the age to get out of the business, and then there is your social and economic status." "I can understand the age issue, but I think I have qualities that will make that irrelevant. As far as the economic and social status, I don't think that should be a concern of yours." "I see, and what qualities do you have that make you qualified for our industry." "Well I'm attractive and good in bed." "There are many pretty boys Mr. Taylor, and everyone thinks they are good in bed." "Well I have a myriad of testimonials." "I'm sure you do," she blushed and looked down at her notebook. "Is there anything else since you seem to know what it takes?" "You mean that makes me qualifies for porn?" "Yes." I didn't say anything. I stood up and looked at her. She reached down and placed her portfolio on the ground. I stood motionless for a minute and then simply unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out, releasing it and letting it hang. I knew I was big, but more than my size hard was the fact that flaccid I was extremely large. When I got hard I didn't grow as much as I got hard. From the look in her eye I could see that she too was impressed. "That is impressive, but just because you have a large cock, doesn't mean your porn material." "Well then, what would make me porn start material?" "You would have to be able to use that thing of yours, on cue," I could tell she was distracted by my dick, "be able to get hard and stay hard," she paused and intentionally looked away, "and be able to deliver a cum shot that is as impressive as the size of your dick." When I said, "that's not a problem" he gaze left the floor and looked me right in the eye. "So how do I prove it to you?" Clearly she was use to being in control of a room, and at this moment in her life, she was anything but in control. "I need to see you in action, plain and simple." And this was where she tried to take control. She stood up only two feet from me and started undressing. As she unclasped her bra, she gave me instructions. "As soon as I say I want you to get hard and then fuck me. The goal is to make it look good. When I tell you I want you to pull out and cum on my tits. Have a problem with that?" "No. You ready?" She reached in her purse and pulled out lube, leaned back on the couch and put some on her, rubbing it into the folds of her pussy. "Why aren't you hard yet?" I took a step toward her and took the lube from her, put a little on my hand and with three tight pulls I was hard enough to get inside her. I saw her try and keep her composure, try not to show that I was stretching her to her limits. As I pushed in further, getting harder and thicker with each movement, her slight moans turned into grunts until she surrendered to my cock, dug her nails into my back and half voiced, half moaned "fuck." The "fuck" was replaced by a "fuck yeah" each time I got real deep, and the "fuck yeah" was replaced by a "fuck me" not soon after. In less that five minutes she was gushing on my couch, panting and I was withdrawing from her. She tried her best to take control once again through her long labored breaths. "Your not done with..." But I didn't let her finish. I turned her over with one movement and grabbed her hips and began to show her pure power fucking. She grunted and moaned, grabbed what she could and braced herself, and once I saw her getting use to the power, I slowed it up and let her feel the length, pulling all but the head of my cock out and slowly pushing in, teasing her, making her want a pounding, watching her legs quiver in anticipation. I put her on her side and fucked her, picked her up and let her wrap her legs around me and bounced her on me as I walked around the room. I put her over the side of the couch and lubed her ass and fucked that, all the time her making noises and sounds I had heard but was not quite sure she had. When she told me it was time, I pulled out of her ass and flipped her over, let her rest on her back and held the end of my cock. I pointed it to her and asked her to tell me when she was ready. She nodded her head and I let a rope go at her face. Stream after stream of my thick white fluid splashed against her. She sat there with my cum dripping off her face, smiled at me and said, "yes, I think we will make a lot of money together." That was it. She cleaned herself and dressed, said she would be in touch and left. Weeks went by with nothing. I began to think that nothing was going to come of it, until one day I got the call that I was to show up for a preliminary shoot that would be used as a casting video for my future career. It was in two weeks. In the mean time, I had to take medical exams, and get my body scanned for the second skin mask that would hide my true identity. You see ten years ago when the massive innovations came in the porn industry it gave a market call for technology that would make pornography both safer for the individual physically, but also mentally. By hiding the true identity of the individual, one could lead a life without anyone ever knowing they were in the industry. There was a small problem for me however. I was the majority shareholder of a fortune 500 business. My financials were publically disclosed because I was with the company, and therefore, I could not have the stream of income from my future career tainting the company my father had worked hard to build. I immediately worked with my attorney to find a buyer for my interest in the company, making a healthy profit, the likes of which would provide me a golden parachute for my retirement at the ripe old age of 32. I was indeed rich. I signed the papers the day before I was to film for the first time. That night my friends and I went out to celebrate. I got truly drunk. I did coke (for the first time), smoked pot, really lived it up. I was not going to have sex because I wanted to build up a good money shot for the filming, so there was nothing to stop me from getting demolished. At some point I blacked out. When I woke up I was still drunk and had 45 minutes to get to the set. I panicked. I jumped in the shower and dressed in record time. I was still drunk. I raced to the set and got there just in time, was rushed into an office were one of the executives of the company I was to be probably filming with discussed the wavers that I had to sign, the disclosures of the company, blah, blah, blah. I figured it was pretty standard stuff. I signed the papers that were handed over thinking that they were simple "I won't sue if my dick falls off" papers, and after that was interviewed about the nature of my future career. That was the first time I saw her since our meeting in my office. She sat next to me during the entire interrogation. They asked about my past and how many sexual partners. They told me my medical test had come back negative, so I was clean. We discussed promotions and my availability. We talked money. I let her talk for me much of the time. Then we got down to the nature of my shoots. They asked if I preferred only opposite sex encounters. I said that was correct. They asked me if I minded multiple opposite sex partners. I said that was fine. They told me that the director was in charge of his or her shoot and that I was agreeing to go with their vision. I signed all the forms and was itching to get on with it. I would have been more excited if it wasn't for the shooting headache I had or the overall tired feeling I had. I didn't worry about it much, knowing I had banged tons of women completely destroyed. Boy was I wrong not to be worried. I was put in a dressing room and told to strip. Two attractive women came in and waxed my body. They actually cleaned my asshole, did my nails and put makeup on me. "Eve will be in in a few minutes. Just sit and relax." And then they were left. I sat down on the sofa in my robe, nervous and curious about what was about to happen. Who would I be fucking? How would it work? I didn't know. Then the door opened. In the room walked a tall blond woman. She was naked, save a tiny G- String that barely contained her pussy and that disappeared into her ass. She was by far the sexiest woman I had ever laid eyes on. She didn't have the biggest tits I'd seen, but they were nice a perky, great nipples. She walked over to me and stuck out her hand, "I'm Eve. I'll be getting you ready for set." I pointed toward the door, "but those other two just came in..." And before I could finish, she knelt between my legs, opened my robe, and put my flaccid dick in her mouth. I looked at her in shock, and her only response was to look up at me, my dick still in her mouth as she nodded and voiced something that sounded like a happy approval. For five minutes she sucked on my dick, but I wouldn't get hard. It felt amazing, but no matter what she did, I couldn't get it up. Maybe it was the nerves. Maybe it was the fact that I was still drunk. In any event, it didn't seem like my dick was going to get hard, and after the time passing and it not getting hard, the pressure of getting turned on made it even more impossible. She looked up at me in horror, pulled off me and ran her arm across her mouth to clean the saliva. "You have to get hard." "I'm sorry. I don't know what's going on." "No you don't understand. You have to get hard. If you don't since you're a newbie, well you don't want to know. Is there anything else I can do to help you get hard?" "What your doing is great." "No really, what do you like? You need a finger in your ass, lick my toes, what does it? Now is not the time to fuck around. You have to get your dick hard." She looked scared, like it was a matter of life and death. "No, really, your great, no worries. If you want to keep going, I'm sure I will get it up eventually. Its very relaxing." She sat up and got closer to my face, turned and looked at the door and then her watch, "listen, we only have two more minutes. You have to get hard. I'll suck you the best I know how to, but get it hard or else." I didn't have time to relax or say anything. She dove on my cock and sucked me so hard I thought I would lose my dick. She rubbed my thighs which I loved. She played with my balls. She even got all the way down on my dick and flicked my balls with her tongue. She was indeed a pro at sucking cock. When the time was up a red light came on and the other went out. She stopped immediately and got up. She looked at me and said, "I'm sorry." "It ain't your fault. Really. I'm good. Probably just need some time." "Exactly." She turned to walk to the door but came back to me and kissed me on the cheek. "I'll see you on the other side." Before I knew it she was gone. I laughed at how surreal it all was. I stood up and went to the sink and got a glass of water. By the time I had finished the glass, the door opened behind me, and before I turned, there was a loud voice. "So we are having a problem here?" I looked at the large man with a beard and a ridiculous outfit on. "Not a problem at all, just getting some water." Behind him was the woman I had fucked in the office and had negotiated a pretty healthy sum per visit, not that I needed the money, and she looked upset. "I need a hard dick on set now. Do you have one or not?" "Probably just need some more time." "I'm sick of these newbies. Catherine, this is the third one in the past two weeks. I'm done with this. Get rid of him." "But he has the exclusive contract." His mood seemed to lighten, "Well Catherine, you saw the error of your ways and got him to agree, well fine. Go ahead and get the process underway. We'll take thirty minutes and then get back on set." I was partially relieved but very confused. I figured there was something in the contract that Catherine (I guess the lady's name) had made sure I got to protect myself, but then everyone left except for Catherine. She looked at me very sad, stared at me and then only said, "don't worry, it's only a five year commitment." With that she left. The door didn't even have a chance to close before four large men in what looked like space suites came in and told me to come with them. I began to wonder about the nature of the film. A space flick? Whatever. I went with them and they took me down a sterile hall way past what appeared to be the women's dressing rooms. I saw their names above the doors as we past. I even saw a few of them looking out the window on the door. They took me in a small room and sat me in a chair in the middle of the room. There was no other furniture. As soon as they left a woman walked in, this time dressed and said, "I'm here to get you ready." I thought, damn this is paradise. All kinds of women coming in to blow you. I took off the robe and sat back down, leaned back and got ready. I looked on the other side of the glass window and saw the poorly dressed man that was angry before. He looked at me through the glass, seemed to study my dick, shook his head and began a heated conversation with a man sitting at a computer just on the other side of the class. They appeared to be looking into another room just on the other side of the one I was in. The woman that came in started applying this jelly like substance on my body. I touched it to see what it was like and she slapped my hand, "whatever you do, don't touch it. Keep it on you, or else." There was that warning again. She applied it to my legs and told me to stand. She rubbed it all over me. My dick and ass, even my underarms were covered. She put it all over my face and even worked it into my hair. "Now close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you. I am going to insert a breathing tube in your mouth. Bite down on it. The process won't take but a minute or so and then we will have you back on set to film, "hows that sound?" I muttered an approval, wondering what they fuck kinda shit had I gotten myself into. She took me through a door and then told me to stop. She hooked up a hose to the mouth piece and told me to breath in my mouth and out my nose. "Now you need to step down into the water. Just go slow. You will walk until you are completely covered. You will hear instructions in the fluid. Now step down." I stepped down and felt the warm water. I figured it was some kind of toxin bath. The water was warm and inviting. When I was all the way under, I heard what sounded like doors closing and then all of a sudden it felt like there was a large amount of pressure. "Mr. Taylor, just relax. You won't be able to move much. Wait one second Mr. Taylor." There was a disconcerting pause, and then the man came back. "Mr. Taylor. Can you hear me? Nod if you can." I nodded. "Great. Listen. Per the director's instructions the process is going to take another minute or so longer than normal. Just try and relax. Stand right where you are. That's good. Here we go." I heard what sounded like machines cut on and wondered why in the world I had trusted these people with anything "Ok. Mr. Taylor, your going to feel it get much warmer and the pressure is going to build. Everything is normal. If you feel like you are going to be sick or blackout wave your hands. No matter what happens or how you feel do not open your eyes. The fluids will damage your eyes. Do you understand? Nod." I nodded and then the water became so thick I could barely move. I felt something begin at my feet and it slowly worked its way up my body. "Your doing great Mr. Taylor, twenty-two percent complete." It moved past my knees. I could hardly feel my body. I knew I still had arms but it wasn't like I felt them. I couldn't move anything no matter how hard I tired. I started to panick. "Mr. Taylor. I need you to calm down. Slow your breathing. Your almost done. Have you out of there in a minute. Just relax." I heard the machines cut off. The pressure of the water was still immense. "Now, listen to me. The water will drain from the tank, and a very intense hose is going to wash the Jelly from your skin. I need you to keep your arms up and your eyes closed." I tried to nod, but didn't know if I really did or not. I felt the water shutter and then what sounded like doors opening below me. My feet got pulled to the floor of the tank and the pressure started pushing down on me. My entire body felt pulled down. My chest was heavy and being pulled down unlike I had ever felt. Once the tank was drained I still felt wet, but knew I was out of the water. I stood as best I could and raised my arms. When I did, I knew something was wrong. A large amount of weight rose on my chest as I rose my hands, but I couldn't open my eyes. When the water shot at me in a ring, starting at my feet and working its way up my body, I knew something drastically wrong had happened. When the water hit my chest, I knew what it was. I guess they knew this was the moment people realized what had been done, because before I could open my eyes, there were two men that grabbed my arms and pulled the hose from my mouth. I spit the mouthpiece out and opened my eyes. The world looked the same, but I could tell I wasn't. They grabbed my arms to support me. I didn't fight. I didn't have the energy. They half picked me up, half drug me out of the room. When they did, my head fell and I saw for the first time the cause of the weight on my chest and the source of my knowledge of what had happened to me. From my perspective I had two large breasts jutting from my chest. They pulled me in the next room over and walked me down into another pool, this time warm like a hot tub. I couldn't open my eyes. "Ms. Taylor. You just need to underwater for a few seconds and this bath will remove any excess jelly that might remain on or in your body." I stood there helpless. When I was told to exit, I stepped out, opened my eyes for the first real prolonged time and looked down at my body. My chest was enormous, at least looking down, and I could see my dainty toes and legs. I raised one to look at, looked behind me as I kicked up my calves and saw just how skinny yet muscular I was. I don't know why, but I felt like checking out my ass out. You know how hard it is to try and look at your own ass? A man came in and took my hand and after what happened, I didn't argue. He walked me down the hallway we came in and stopped at one of the dressing rooms I saw the women in. Above the door it said Patricia Peaks. They opened the door and let me in, and when they closed the door there was a click, and I was alone. I looked around the small room. The room was larger than I thought. There was a bed to the left with a television across the room on the opposite wall. Behind that was a small kitchen and table, and further back there was a door, I assumed to a bathroom. I looked down at my body again, and thought I was going to be sick. I began to jog to the door in the back so I wouldn't make a mess, and immediately grabbed my chest to stop it from flying around. I didn't care how heavy they were at the moment. I just had to make it to the toilet. I flew through the door but had to move a bit further to get to the toilet. To my left was a huge closet with clothes and shelves of shoes and hand bags, but I didn't have time to stop and examine them. I made it to the toilet just in time, pulled the seat open and threw up into the toilet. Once I was done, I leaned my head on the porcelain, feeling the cold against my cheek and my chest as it hung low against the outside of the toilet bowl. After a few moments I gained my composure, and stood up. When I did, I caught the glimpse of my reflection in the mirror over the sink, and despite my better judgment moved over in front of the mirror and studied myself. By anyone's estimation I was beautiful. My face was mysterious but amazing. Deep blue eyes and a well defined bone structure. My hair hung down past my shoulders, pulling the eye to my chest, not that you could miss them. My breasts were enormous, two large globes the size of honey dew melons, perk and firm, with appropriate areolas with large protruding nipples. They hung slightly, causing a sort of tear drop shape, but I had seen tits much smaller in my life hang much lower. My stomach was defined, let soft. You could see the hint of my muscular abdomen, but nothing that would make one think anymore than I was in shape. My hips spread wide to offset my large chest, and between my legs I could clearly see the folds that had replaced my penis. I had to step back and lean forward to see my legs, which could only happen if I grabbed my chest and stopped it from moving forward and blocking my view as well. All I could say was "wow." "Wow indeed." Catherine was at the bathroom door. I turned and looked at her, "Holy fuck. What the fuck has happened to me. What did they do." "Well I think you can see what they did." "No fucking shit," the sound of my voice was first available to my conscious brain. "How the fuck did they turn me into a woman?" "Technology my friend. I told you, we can do just about anything." "I thought it was like a mask, you know second skin. How the fuck can they physical turn me into a woman? What gives them the right to do this?" "Hold on to your panties there missy. Put a robe on and come sit down with me. You gotta cover up those tits of yours. I can't look away." I listened to her and looked around to find the robe. She turned and walked away saying "behind the door" as she did. I walked into the room after putting the robe on. I sat down opposite her. "How many people has this happened to?" "All the women in porn now. The law specifically says that women can't show 'themselves' within porn films. This is a way around the law." "But why me? I didn't agree to this." "Well you actually did. You signed the forms this morning. As far as why you, its because you couldn't get that amazing dick you use to have up. I warned you about it. Eve warned you." "Well I want out. Give me back my life." "Well there is a contract in place. I don't think you want to break that contract." "Fuck that, my lawyers will eat you people alive." I was getting mad. "Sure they might, but whose gonna pay them? You signed over your entire portfolio to be held in trust until the completion of the contract. What lawyer is going to work and not get paid. Trust me, its air tight. Do you think we would do something like this if it wasn't? Hey don't worry. You wanted to be in porn and you are." "Not as a woman!" "Porn is porn, and trust me, you might enjoy it. Many of the men have not wanted to go back." "What do you mean, they stay as woman? I want my old body back. I don't want to spend the rest of my life with a woman eating my pussy rather than sucking my dick." "Well Ms. Taylor, the ones that choose to stay as women were the one's sucking the dicks, and they liked it so they stayed that way. All you have to do is work out the five year contract. You will get all your money released plus all the money you make, royalties on your work and the choice to go back to your former body. If not, we can simply release you, but with no ID and no means of work, you will have to resort to some pretty bad things, and with a body like that, there is only one that is appropriate." "Fuck all that. I'm not a whore. Where will I live? What will I do as a woman?" "You live right here. You can do anything you want. You put in the screen time and other than that you are free to live your life. After a month of adjustment time, you will be moved to another room with a door that exits the building. You will be given a car and a per diem for clothes and other needs." "So all I do is go on set and scissor with some girl and then I can just leave and do whatever. Make my cash and then I'm out at the end. It could be worse." "Ms. Taylor, that depends on how you look at it, and you won't be doing any scissoring." "Eating pussy whatever." "No wait, you fail to understand. You told the coordinator that you only did opposite sex pairings. That was what you said in the contract." "Wait, so your saying that I have to fuck men on camera?" "Well for the most part they will be fucking you. Haven't you see porn?" She smiled at me and stood. "No listen, don't be a bitch to these people. That's between you and me. The faster you go with the flow and learn to enjoy this, the better it will be for everyone. Remember, this is a business. They can terminate you at anytime and just throw you on the streets. They are filled with men that were in your same position but they tried to fight it and now they are giving blow jobs in back alleys and getting gang rapped for 20 bucks. I know you don't like the situation, but you don't have a choice. Its just dick. Trust me its great. You'll love it if you just give yourself to it rather than have your macho man shit still in your head. You're a woman, a beautiful woman. All men lust after you. Be glad that the director insisted that you be overly developed. Men and women are gonna die over those tits of yours. Also, last piece of advise. Remember this is film. People love it when the women love it. No matter what the director has you do, you have to act like it's the greatest thing in the world. Don't just try and get them to see you fake it. You gotta remember to tell everyone that its great." With that she turned and knocked on the door twice, the door opened and she left. I sat at the table and stared at the wall. What could I do? How could I fight it? I went and laid down on the bed and was immediately reminded of my situation by how my tits moved and the weight on my chest. I rolled over and they rolled with me, yet again reminding me of my situation. I settled on laying on my side, one boob resting on the other, which eventually I got comfortable with. I laid there and tried to think of a way out of my situation. After ten minutes I started crying. I fell asleep before I stopped. When I woke up, there was a man sitting at my table watching me. "Go pee and then come back and have a bite to eat and coffee." I listened without hesitation, went to the bathroom (an entirely new experience), and sat down at the table. The coffee was black, the toast was buttered. I took a bite and a sip from the coffee and looked at him. "Your in a situation. I know right where you are. Believe me." "You can't begin to understand this." I didn't say it angrily. I think I had cried all that out. "Actually yes I can. Six years ago, I sat right where you are now." He let that sink in. "I made it through, one of the few. There are always new girls that come into the business, and they replace the ones that are problems. There are mentors like me that try and teach them. Its better for everyone if they stick around and do well, but some can't deal with it so they leave, and trust me, their lives out there are not pretty. I don't know if Catherine explained all that." "She did." "Ok. So you feel duped, betrayed, lied to, I get all that. I went through it. Now the prospect of spending five years having sex with men is making you sick as well. Throw up yet?" "Yeah." "Listen and listen good. Your lucky. Man are you lucky. They made you beautiful. That rack of yours will take you a long way. Everyone will want to cum on your tits. When they made me, they made me look like I was fourteen. For me to make it I had to be big in the fetish community. You have no idea the kind of shit I did to make sure I was a popular girl. You? Shit, everyone will just want to see you riding a cock or on your back with those things flopping around." "You did kiddy porn?" "No. Just shit like father/daughter stuff. Always that angle and if you don't have big tits they make your ass the centerpiece of the film. I got to were if it was just receiving an anal pounding I was happy. Sometimes they did much worse." "Like?" "I've had a guy shit on my chest and rock back and forth in it. Been pissed in, on, and all over." "Oh my god." "Look at me." I studied his face. "They got you, and they got you good. That's all that needs to be said. You can fight it, but believe me it won't end up good. If you go with it and make the most out of it, you can probably direct your little five year career rather than have it driven for you. I have to say, seeing the other side of the fence was pretty amazing." "If it was so good, then why did you go back to being a man." "Honestly?" "Yeah." "I fell in love. I fell in love with a woman here and she said she couldn't be with a woman for the rest of her life, so I changed for her. If it wasn't for that then I would be a fourteen year old girl right now. And be happy." "Where is she now?" "God only knows. Probably giving handjobs behind the Walmart for drug money." "Really?" "Yup. She started to fight the system, say she wasn't going to do this or that. They took her naked down to the burrows and dropped her off. Doesn't take long out there for the 'girls' to learn they got two choices, and death might be the best one. She chose the other." "I just don't know what to think." "Well you don't have much time. You got today to yourself. You're a woman. Accept that. Try it on for size. It's a prolonged Halloween party. What happens here stays here. No one will ever know and there ain't nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone here is doing the same thing. Just think, your going to have someone direct someone else to give you pleasure, and believe me, if you haven't given that body of yours a ride yet, you should hop on board. Remember this last thing. Life is just life. There ain't no gender to it. You got experiences and then you die. Take this as an opportunity. If you accept it and go with it, you'll have your freedom in weeks. If you fight it, you'll be a slave and end up dying a slow agonizing death." "But all those things you did. Sex with guys? I mean, I just don't know if I can do it." "You'll do it. The key is to like doing it. That's what will get you through." "How can you just make yourself like something. I don't think there is any way I could ever accept that." "Don't knock it till ya try it. Put away all your ideas about sex. They are all wrong. Go into it fully and I promise you'll enjoy it." "But you work for them, and your job is to get me to go along with everything." "Sure is, and I get paid for it, but don't think a word I say is bought. I saw some of the greatest friends I ever had be broken into nothing, and now they are only a shell wondering around this lonely planet being used up and spit out. Don't think for one moment I am being bought. It's quite the opposite. I got a good message to sell, and I've taken that opportunity to make some money. And you should too." With that he got up and walked out the door, and for the first time I felt alone. I hugged my legs on the bed and looked at the wall for what seemed like hours. I thought about my childhood and how I was never really with my parents. They always paid someone to take care of me. Then they were gone. I never had anyone close except Scott, Duncan, and Travis. They knew me and accepted me for what and who I was, but they were years younger than me and part of me thought they were only with me because I had money and they liked to party. Could I do this? Could I be another person? Take on a completely different personality? Play a part? It's hard to explain, but at that moment, I simply gave in. I gave totally and completely to the life I was given. After all wasn't I given the life I use to have as well? Weren't we all placed within the confines of a life we didn't choose? Does the boy in India starving and without shelter have the ability to select where and who he is? He doesn't fight who he is, he tries to survive and enjoy the life he has been given, and for the most part, people seem to do just that. I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I got within an inch of the glass and studied the pores in my skin. I looked at my nose and ears. I studied my thick lips. I pulled back from the glass and watched myself as I ran my hands through my hair. It was silky, soft. I pulled the robe off and tried to take my body in. I truly was within a work of art. I had never seen a woman so beautiful. I touched my breasts with both hands, almost afraid someone would see me touching this woman's body, but the tingling feeling that came from my own touch showed me that I was touching anything but someone else's body. It was mine. I pushed my breasts in and up and then released them, watching them bounce and giggle rather than fall against my stomach the way the other large breasted women's boobs I had fucked behaved. They were firm. Firmer than the younger college girls with tiny chests that I fucked when the pickings got slim at my usual hot spots. They were spectacular. I loved this body, but what I realized was that what I loved was the fact that someone loved this body, not that I was sexual aroused. I paced in the room and felt the way my body responded. Before I tried to shut it out, walk so slow that my body couldn't move, or grab my chest so I wouldn't feel them giggle with the vibrations. Now I took it all in. I felt the way one ass cheek would rise as the other fell, how my step cross the one in front of it without trying. I concentrated on my small hands, and the fingers that went with them, and I began to wonder about certain things that a man shouldn't think about, but things that the woman that had this body should think about. I wanted to know what this woman would think and do, where she came from and her story. In short, I began to want to know more about the woman whose body I was in than I ever did about the countless women I took home, fucked, and discarded. I paced without knowing it; I thought more than I had in ages. It wasn't the physical act of what I had done that was wrong. It wasn't the fucking. It wasn't even the fact that I didn't care about them. It's that I didn't see them as people when I was in the act. I could tell you only a few names of the women that I had fucked in the last year, and again, it wasn't that I was a bad guy. The women seemed to have a great time without any complaints. In short, it wasn't something I was doing to them; it was something that I had been doing to myself. I had never given anyone else the care and respect that their humanity demanded, and I was finally put in that place for the first time in my life: stripped of all the humanity I once knew. I stopped pacing and looked in the mirror and saw a woman for the first time in my life, and it was me. This is what my first full day as a woman became: an act of discovering the woman I was. I set about making the woman I was over in every possible way. If I was going to be forced to grow sexually as a woman, I damn well better have my womanhood established, but doing that in a day was a tall order. I went into the open closet (something I had avoided at all costs) and felt the clothes with my hand as I walked naked through what any woman in the world would say was an amazing assortment of clothing. Certainly there was a disproportionate amount of lingerie given my surroundings, but there were rows of other items. At the end of the closet (actually a small room) there was a window with a bench on it that backed up to the centerpiece of the closet that housed the only drawers present. The furniture piece matched the shelving, and upon examination each drawer held a different category of under garments that a woman could desire. I wondered at that moment if and how much any of them women that had been thrown to the streets would love to be where I was at that moment. I reached in and felt the panties with a small amount of perverted guilt. The satin or silk felt amazing against my hand, and without thought or pretense, I pulled the pair out and stepped into them. I had grown use to boxers as a man. I liked the feel of openness and lack of confinement, but as I pulled them up over my thighs and they seemed to fit perfectly into the creases of my body, hugging my ass and vagina, my hips, I felt comforted and protected. I hadn't pull out the sexiest pair, in fact it appeared I had picked out one of the few pairs that had a lot of fabric. Then it came to the bra. I enjoyed the feeling of the weight on my chest, although it was far greater than I had imagined it might be. In addition, I never experienced that much lack of control over the movement of a part of my body. As a man everything was tight and controllable. My breasts moved on their own, in response the movements of my body, not as a conscious choice on my part. In order to keep a proper appearance, I searched through the bra drawer for one that might match my panties and complete the look. In the mirror I saw a woman that was a standard of beauty. She had the curves a woman should have and the classic beauty that more than attractiveness: I was stunning. Deep blue eyes and dirty blond hair, smooth skin with a hint of color, enough muscle tone to give the appearance of fitness but not enough to take away from the female form, large breasts that were full and moved with every step, letting you know they were real. I was the ideal, perfect. I sat there looking at myself and thought of the irony of finding the perfect woman, but doing so by becoming her. Every bone in this new body hated the fact that I was trapped in this situation, that I was manipulated, but strangely enough the actual situation and what I was facing wasn't as daunting as you might think. I didn't have a homosexual bone in my body, but for some reason, when I thought what I would have to do tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that, I didn't flinch. I don't know why. It seemed almost natural that this body would interact with that kind of body, and since I was inside this body, not my old one, it just seemed, well, right. I didn't know if I was "attracted" to men in this body, I wondered if there was some interaction of phermones that might bring this feeling alive within me, but it didn't disgust me as it would have just a few days ago. In fact, the more I looked at the body I had, the more I wondered what women actually felt. There was an overwhelming feeling of needing to be completed whereas when I was a man I felt the need to conquor, and I think this was the biggest change about me. I didn't want to touch someone, I wanted someone to touch me. I wanted to feel what it was like when someone grabbed me, when someone entered me. This reversal was evident in everything I did. I thought about what another would see about me when I picked out the clothes that I put on. I thought about how I could turn them on, thus making the decision to show a little cleavage. I wondered how I would do what women do, make themselves available without taking action, and indeed, that was the situation I was in. I was being forced to behave, and all I had to do was accept it. For almost half the day, I played dress up. I put on dresses, skirts, various blouses, and when I had gone through most things, I got daring and tried on the lingerie. As a man I liked to do; as a woman I liked to be. As the day went on I took more pride in how I looked than I ever did as a man. Lunch came and I took it at the small table opposite the bed. I ate slowly, as I imagined a woman of my stature would, playing like I was entertaining friends and talking about certain male interactions. I was using the occasion to figure out what I wanted my back story to be, the woman I wanted to be, but also try and lighten the emotion load I was carrying. I actually found myself talking to myself, exchanging humorous tales about the men I had fucked. I used my male imagination, putting my female form in these fictions, and but the time I actually realized what I was doing, I had become insanely turned on. As a man I was always pretty horny, always ready if I needed to be, but not like this. My erotic mood came on slowly but hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt the moisture in my panties, the slight swelling of my lips, the sudden awareness of my hardened nipples. I focused harder on the fictions I had flippantly spilled, bringing more details to the thoughts and tales, all of which caused me to focus more and more on my body and the pleasure that it was yearning for. In one quick motion I got up from the table, and looking around the room, afraid that I was being watched, I went to the only place that I knew no one was watching: the bathroom. Once I closed the door, I stripped off the clothes I had worked so hard in putting on, removed my bra and panties as if I had been doing so for years, and for a brief moment looked into the mirror at my eyes as if asking if I was really getting ready to do this. That only lasted a moment. There was a need inside me like I had never felt before. It pulled at me, seemed as if it was tearing at my very core. I didn't just want to get off; it was as if I needed to get off. I looked to make sure no one was watching, but we can hind from ourselves. Shame has a way of finding us no matter the light of day. For some unknown reason, I laid down on the cold tile floor, took a moment to adjust to the chills it sent up my spine, rushed my left had to my crotch and used my right had to kneed my breasts. The first touch of my clit made my hips raise off the floor, when I pushed two fingers into my slit, I thought I had found heaven. I moaned as I entered myself and felt the electric shockwaves race from my pussy up my spine to my finger tips. I couldn't get deep enough or rub fast enough for the feelings that were inside me and begging to be set free. I knew now what women felt when they had begged me to fuck them harder. It was an uncontrollable desire, the absolute need of a feeling after the hint of that feeling was introduced. It took me less than five minutes before I was screaming, my back arching to an unbelievable degree, and to my shock a blast of fluid ejecting from my pussy against my wrist and into the air. It sounded like I was playing in a pool of water with my hand I got so wet and flooded. The tile floor refused to accept the secretions and they pooled all around me, making the room smell of a musky sex that could not be missed. As soon as I can come down from my orgasm every touch of my clit caused my body to convulse and buck around as if someone were touching my body with electrodes. Moans escaped my body even as I tried to prevent them. When I finally pulled my fingers from my cunt, I still couldn't get over the feeling of touching my body. I cupped both my breasts and laid there on the tile floor until my breath slowed and my body came back to a semi normal state. I was blown away by what I had experienced. My legs shook as I tried to shower. It had been the single greatest feeling of my entire life, and at that moment, the water falling on my body, I had no desire to ever be a man again. Any fears or concerns about being with a man were completely gone after that experience. If someone could make me feel that way, who cared if they were a man or a woman. I walked out the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my head and nothing else. He was back. "I see you have gotten settled in." He smiled at me looking me up and down. When I heard his voice I was startled and without thinking I threw my arm across my breasts and turned to the side to hide my crotch. "Don't worry girlie, ain't nothing I haven't seen, Although you make a man want to dip his toes in the water. Damn your on fire." "Thank you for the compliment," I said sarcastically as I ducked into the closet and grabbed a shirt and some shorts. "Do you ever knock?" I fumbled around with the clothes. I got frustrated with the shorts and pulled the shirt on without a bra. It clung tightly against my chest causing the fabric between the mounds to wrinkle. I simply reached into the panty drawer and pulled out the first thing I could find, tried three times to put them on unsuccessfully, eventually pulling them on without looking. They cut into my ass, a very different feeling, and then I managed to get the shorts on and zipped. They felt strange, covering almost nothing. I went to meet the conversation he was having basically with himself. "Were you talking?" He again smiled at me, clearly starring at my chest. "I was, but it wasn't important. I came back in here to tell you that everyone is very proud of the progress you have made just the couple of hours since I left you." "What do you mean? You mean you have been watching me?" "For the couple days, until we know its safe we always watch." "Are yall like some sort of perverted.... I mean that's just wrong." "Its for your safety." "Yeah right. Its for your hardons." "No, its for your safety. To protect you from yourself. Not everyone takes their situation the way you have." He paused after the seriousness of what he had say, then regained his smile. "But god damn that stuff in the bathroom, shit, you'll be just fine tomorrow." "See I knew you were some perv." I sat down at the table and pulled my legs up to my chest as much as I could and tried to hug them. His gaze switched from my chest to my crotch. "Ok only got a few moments and then I won't see you until tomorrow afternoon. First, just get dressed as normal tomorrow. Shower of course, but don't worry about the clothes. They will dress you on set. Second, remember what I said, be the part. You don't want to show any resistance, and third, you need to know that tomorrow will be the worst day. The ones to follow will be much better. Just know tomorrow should not be an indication of what sex will be like." "What do you mean? What makes tomorrow so special?" "Cause you're a virgin, and the film is 'Hung Studs and Hot Virgins'. Just get through it." I didn't say a word. I just looked at him and watched as he left. I hated him for saying it. It would be all I could think about for the rest of the day. Dinner came and went. I watched television for the rest of the evening, finally turning in around eleven, and then only because the emotional toll had simply worn me out. Breakfast woke me up at seven, and the shortly after I had finished the first piece of toast a woman walked in my door with a headset on and carrying a clipboard. "You have an hour until you need to be ready. You do not need to worry about bathing as that will be done before we prep you. You do need to use the restroom, being sure to urinate and defecate. Do you have any questions? If not I will see you in an hour." The entire speech was in the same tone. It was clear she didn't care if I responded or not; she didn't care about me or what I was going through. She was punching a clock and saying what she had to. It was clear that I wasn't to ask her questions. I brushed my teeth, used the bathroom, and got dressed in shorts and a tee shirt. I sat at the table looking at the door as if I was waiting for my death. The minutes passed by like hours. I heard the second hand on the clock over the door. After five minutes I was shaking. About the time I was about to scream, the door opened. I had tunnel vision, so nervous I rushed to the bathroom and threw up. When I walked back out the door, there were two ladies greeting me with smiles. They didn't say a word. They walked over to me, and each hugged me. It was exactly what I needed. As one led us, the other grabbed my hand and we walked down the hall way into a larger room, where they pulled me over to the side and through a doorway which led to a huge bathroom. "You're going to do fine. Really. There is nothing to worry about. We will take good care of you, and if you listen and do what Jonathan says, then everyone will be happy." She smiled at me and then turned around and started opening drawers and taking out instruments. "Ok honey, I need you to take off your shorts and panties and you might want to go ahead and take your shirt off too. We don't want you getting everything a mess." I didn't dare say a word. It was easier to just do what they said and have them lead me through the process. I had no idea what they were getting ready to do, but for some reason I trusted them. One of the women pulled me into the large shower stall and had me kneel on what looked like a prayer bench in the middle of the stall. "Now listen to me carefully. I want you to lean over the edge there and stick your butt way up in the air. You're going to feel a little pressure, but its nothing that is going to hurt. We are just getting you ready. Ok?" I didn't say a thing. "You ok? You understand what I just told you?" I looked over at her and nodded my head. I didn't think even if I tried I could talk. I looked back at the wall in front of me and tried to relax. I heard movement behind me and all of a sudden I felt hands on my ass. I tensed up. I started to shake. "Honey, really. You don't have anything to be nervous about. We aren't going to hurt you." One of the women came around and looked me in the eye and started to rub my shoulders. About the time I started to feel better, I felt the other woman use her thumb and index finger to spread my ass cheeks apart and I felt her push something into my ass. It wasn't large, but I felt the pressure of her pushing it into me. Strange enough, I relaxed. If that was all that was to this thing, it was pretty simple, but then it happened. I started to feel the warmth enter me and then there was a fullness that is hard to explain. I sat there bent over that bench for at least a minute while she pumped that warm liquid into my ass and then she started to explain. "Alright baby. What I want you to do is try and hold it in. Don't release it quite yet. I am going to pull the tube out and then I want you to lean back and release everything. Don't worry about a thing. It will all go down the drain." I did as she said and when I released, it felt like a gallon of water left my body. We did it three times, each time getting easier, until after the last time I let the fluid go she told me to lean back on the bench. "Ok. You did great. Now this is going to hurt a little, but believe me, you want this pain because if you don't take it, it will be fifty times worse later." I felt her rub something rubbery up and down my asshole a few times and then she started to push it into me. I tensed at first, but she applied constant pressure until it started to enter me. It hurt. I felt like she was forcing me apart, tearing my asshole apart, and it kept getting wider and wider until I felt it start to grow thin, and as it did, it seemed like my ass sucked it in. It popped into place, and I could feel the large object inside me quite clearly. I was told to stand, which I did, and I tried to follow their commands but it was difficult to walk with that in my ass. They showered and dried me. They pulled me into a large closet and had me sit in a chair in the middle of the room. It was anything but comfortable to sit with that large thing in my ass. "Ok, now we are ready to get you dressed. Your doing a virgin scene, so we gotta get you looking like the girl next door, but Jonathan says he wants some sexy undies. Think these will work great." She had gone into a drawer and handed me a black thong. I understood I was suppose to put it on. I tried to step into it twice, both times stepping in the wrong holes. I pulled it up and before I could sit down again, she had a bra in her hand. "Now this is going to be too small for you, but we want those things of yours busting out. Gotta create that great cleavage." I hooked the bra in front and turned it around, put my arms through, and then pulled it up in place. I had to reach into the cups and adjust my breasts, but too small was an understatement. My boobs were overflowing out the top of the bra. She handed me a tank top that was way too small and a pair of jean shorts that were cut off. Once I was dressed, they pulled me in front of the mirror. Between the bra and the tank top, my boobs were almost pushing out the top, and when it came to the shorts, they were almost painted on, my ass cheeks clearly visible. "And now for the shoes. What do you think?" "I need shoes?" "Sure honey. If your legs are up in the air, the camera will shoe the bottom of your feet, and the last thing you want is to look dirty. If you don't wear shoes, your feet will look black. Now your new, so we can't go with the fuck-me pumps. How 'bout these?" She handed me what I would find out were called 'wedges'. They had a simple strap on top and what looked like cork on the bottom. When I stepped into them, I felt like I was much taller, walking on my tip- toes. After hair and makeup were done (very simple given the idea of the shoot), they put me back in front of the mirror (for me to admire I guess) and then brought me into the main room. There were 'sets' all around the perimeter of the room. One looked like a living room, one outside, there was a locker room, and others that I simply couldn't concentrate on. Right outside the living room set was a chair that said Patricia Peaks (which I suddenly remembered was me), so I went and sat down in the chair and waited for someone to tell me what to do. I few minutes passed and then the room started filling up with people. Men started attending to the cameras and other equipment. Others started coming in arranging the furniture and then finally the man that had gotten mad at me when I was a man came up to my chair. "Now look at this." He was looking me up and down. "Stand up and turn around, I want to see what I have to work with." I followed his direction, then sat back down. "Wow. They did a great job with you. They have explained everything right? I don't want any problems today. We all have a job to do." I thought he was waiting for me to respond, but before I could answer him, he started speaking again. "This is what I want. I want you to make everyone feel like you are reluctant. You have to be talked into having sex with these guys ok? Now they are going to interview you at first. Ask you all kinds of stuff. Just make up the answers. When it comes to the fucking, I will give you direction. Remember, you are doing this for the camera. Always act like you love it. Can you do that?" "Sure." I smiled at him. He gave me a second glance as he turned and went back to the camera in the middle of the set. One of the women came up to me and took my hand. She pulled me over to the set and told me to sit on the couch. When I sat a few men came up to me and put light sensors in front of me, told the men in the rafters to adjust the light and once the adjustments were made, they retreated be