Cassandra the Wicked
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Cassandra Steps Out
By: Rachael Free
I wake up and feel really weird.
The last thing I remember is getting dressed in my jeans and tee shirt
flirting with a few girls in the local bar. I knew a few of them but for
the most part these girls are new meat. Tonight was a target friendly
environment. One girl I remember was a hot blonde, Amber. She seemed to pay
me the most attention. I'm a player really and hit on any woman I can meet.
Last night I had my eye on this really hot blonde. She was giving me the
eye and I figured I would at least get a blow job from her by the end of
the night. Being in the securities industry as the VP of Security
Investments I get to manage high profile accounts, handle multi-million
dollar contracts and most importantly, meet a lot of hot business women.
Believe it or not, I prefer the ditzy, bimbo types I find in the bars.
Tonight was no exception. I bought her drinks and she flirted with me all
night before everything went fuzzy.
I had no idea I would be waking up trying to figure out where I was and
what predicament I was in.
The room is dark and I can only see a light under the door. I tried to move
but my hands and legs are tied down. What the fuck was going on?
As I laid there I thought back to last night in the bar and the girl I was
hitting on. She was really pretty with long blonde wavy hair, really huge
tits and a killer body. I knew I had to get her into bed.
As I was thinking about this hottie, my own nipples began to get hard. My
crotch also began to feel weird and get hot and tingly. My bottom felt very
full and packed too. WTF! As I laid there I could feel a warmth run through
me. What was going on? I could feel a low hum vibrate through me too. It
wasn't anything harsh or hurtful but quite the contrary. The waves running
through me relaxed me and made me feel warm inside. I could feel my tool
standing at attention from the sensation deep inside of me or so I thought.
It was like I was there but not there as I felt my body being massaged in
all the right places.
I laid there quiet for what seemed like ages not knowing how I got here,
where I am or what kind of sicko was doing this to me. All I could focus on
was the intense vibrations and pulsing that enveloped me. The frequency
seemed to change every now and then sending shivers through my entire body
while I adjusted to the sensations. My mind drifted off while I let my body
surrender to this treatment.
As I enjoyed the intense feelings I heard someone enter the room with me. I
could tell there was a presence but kept my eyes closed as I completely
surrendered to the intensified waves of pleasure rippling from my toes to
the top of my head. It was almost like having a continual orgasm, without
cumming, and I didn't want it to stop.
All of a sudden there was silence. My body stopped shuddering as I just lay
there panting. What happened? I wanted the feeling back. "Mr. Jones. I see
you like our little device. Now. I can either make it even more pleasurable
or end it totally. It's your choice. Here's the deal. I know you have the
electronic key codes for your company's server vault. I have a very
specific need and it seems you also have a need to return to your excited
level. We know how additive the feeling can be. It's better than most drugs
in that there are no residuals and once you have experienced the top level
will do most anything we ask of you to return to that state. We have found
one side effect though. On women, it makes them more aroused after the
treatment where as men, well, it leaves them useless as men anymore. We
find the men revert to more feminine roles and some even change sex. Maybe
for you though you will be an exception. We're always looking for
anomalies. Oh, another anomaly. You become paralyzed and have to totally
retrain your body, speech and all."
I was listening but really didn't understand what they wanted from me. I
just wanted the feeling to return to my body. I craved it. "Please, please.
I want more. I can't give you the key codes. I just can't. Please turn on
the machine. I need it," I cried out. "OK Mr. Jones. I'll be back in an
hour. I'm sure by then you will come to your senses. I hope."
The door closed and I felt the humming and waves begin again. This time
they ramped up quickly and I was at even a higher level of excitement. The
feeling was incredible as I let my body completely be enveloped by the
waves of pleasure.
It seemed like only minutes when the door opened again and the machine was
turned off. "It's time Mr. Jones. What do you say? Will you turn over the
key codes?" I'm shaking from exhaustion and panting to catch my breath. I
want more. I need more. "I'll give you codes. Just let me have more," I
can't believe I'm saying this but my body is craving the sexual feelings
from whatever this machine is and I need that feeling again. Instead of
being strong< I relent to the incredible addition to this machine and blurt
out the codes. "Thank you Mr. Jones. I'm going to let you experience the
top level now. I'm sure you will soon be a changed man."
With that, the man left the room and the lights were shut off as the
machine began to whir. My body tensed again as the stimulation went from my
toes to my head. How could I be feeling so hot and excited? It doesn't
really matter but my body just wanted more.
I wake up in a very soft bed. There is light shining through the small
window and I can see everything is white. Was I in heaven? I don't think
so. It must be a hospital room. I can feel my body tingling under the soft
sheet. Do I dare move? I want to move but can only seem to move my eyes
back and forth. My arms and legs aren't bound but I just don't seem to have
the motor functions to move them. I can think clearly but have zero control
over myself.
As I lay there I see a nurse come in. "Very good. You're awake. We were a
little worried about you little one. You lasted the longest ever in the
unit. We're all very impressed. Now don't worry about anything darling,
everything will come back in due time. Until then I'm your nurse Ida. If
you need anything, just focus on the dot in the ceiling. It's connected to
an alarm and just by focusing on it, sends a signal to the nurse's station.
Isn't technology a wonderful thing?" While she's chatting I feel her lift
my legs exposing my naked bottom. "Well dear its' time to clean up your
morning potty." I can feel her wipe my ass, clean it with a damp rag, rub
oil on my puckered hole and then sprinkled some sweet powder all over my
bottom. She then slips a diaper under me and pulls the top tabs securing it
around my waist. This is absolutely embarrassing. She just put a diaper on
me like I was a baby. "There. All tidy again."
She leaves me just lying there not being able to move. Where am I? All I
remember is the bar and the blonde and then glimpses of being in a room and
feeling like I was having an orgasm. That's it. Now I'm in a bed and can't
move a muscle and in a diaper.
The day slips by with the nurse changing me two more times. I'm being fed
intravenously. How can I be pooping so much?
The days passed by with the same routine. There was soft music coming from
the two speakers next to my head making me feel very relaxed throughout the
day. Ida would rub my arms and legs and move them to get the blood moving
again. It was like I was learning to move my body all over again. I wonder
if I would ever walk again. I like it when Ida moves my arms and legs. She
is I'd say, in her twenties and has a very pretty face. She is very pretty
in her nurse's uniform too. She kind of reminds me of the girl from the
bar. The blonde. That's it. I am so glad I got to have a pretty nurse. I'm
lucky I guess.
One day I opened my mouth and a few sounds came out. Ida smiled. "That's it
dear. Your body is starting to recover. I just can't wait until you can
move all by yourself. You will love being a real person again." Real
person? What did they do to me?
The days turned to weeks and I was feeling stronger every day. I could now
sit up and use my hands to feed myself. My body had gotten very small from
only having the IV and no real food. My skin was also very smooth and silky
and the most strange thing is that I was hairless. Even the top of my head
was hairless. IDA still changed my diaper daily and never seemed to mind.
Ida came in the room. "OK dear, it's time to try to get you up and around.
Your muscles are a lot stronger than you think." I didn't believe her but
she sat me up and put a pink robe over me and tied it up. Next came a soft
fluffy cap to keep my bald head warm. She then slipped on some soft
slippers and helped me to my feet. I was a little wobbly at first but in a
matter of a minute I could balance myself. "There, I told you so. Now let's
take a walk down the hall. OK?" Ida guided me out of the room and up and
down the hall. I gained confidence and strength with every pass. Once I got
myself strong enough I would bolt from this place. I'm sure my company
misses me.
Ida took me back to my room as I got back in bed. "That's it for today
dear. Tomorrow we'll do more. You did so good today though. We have a treat
for you." She handed me some magazines. They were the most recent issues.
There was Cosmopolitan, Seventeen, Vogue, Glamour and Elle as well as
Sports Illustrated, Esquire and Maxim. Why were there women's and magazines
together? As I sat back I unconsciously push Sports Illustrated, Esquire
and Maxim aside and pick up Cosmopolitan. One article caught my eye. How to
Create a Smoky Eye Look for the Holiday's I quickly turned to that section
and looked at the pictures and read the entire article. I then turned to
the Glamour magazine to read about the hottest fashion trends for 2013.
I read article after article on fashion, makeup, relationships and even
sex. I read right through until it was time to go to sleep. The night shift
was on and I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face.
The next morning was beautiful. The snow was falling outside and the
sunlight made the snow sparkle. I felt wonderful too. Ida came in and
changed me. I was so used to being changed now it didn't even bother me. I
felt secure when she fastened the tabs, pulling them snugly against my
legs. She brought some more magazines. There was Vanity Fair, Brides,
Ladies Home Journal and Allure as well as Motor week and Hustler. Now why
did she bring me a magazine on cars and a sexy men's magazine with nude
women?
I spent the day reading all the articles in each of the fashion and women's
magazines and left the men's in a pile in the corner of the room. For some
reason they just seemed a lot more interesting than learning how to fly
fish or what horsepower is an the new cars.
Ida let me wander today on my own. My soft fluffy pink slippers and my warm
pink robe kept me warm as I strolled down the hallways. Of course I was
wearing my satiny, salmon pink sleep cap too to keep my head warm.
I couldn't wait to get back to my magazines and finished my stroll early.
Today was another big day with me getting off my IV and going on real food.
It was kind of like real. It was like baby food, all strained, but it did
have the taste of real food. I ate pees, chicken and gravy and for desert,
apples and cherries. Of course they were all pureed but at least I could
savor some flavor. I still had a little manual dexterity problem with my
fingers and needed Ida or another nurse to feed me.
After a few days on the food my poop really smelled. Ida would laugh at my
poo-poo and tell me what a good girl I was. "Good girl? Now why would she
say something like that? I was a man for heaven's sake.
I finally was able to feed myself but still had problems finding my mouth.
Ida would take her time and clean up my mess. She found putting a bib on me
helped with the mess.
A speech therapist would also visit me and we would practice making sounds.
I knew what I wanted to say but had problems forming the words. This was
really tough. My mind told me to say something but my voice came out with
something completely unintelligible. My voice was also very high pitched,
not like it used to be. Ida said that was from not talking for a long time
and it would sound much nicer in some time. I trusted her and just kept
practicing.
The weeks rolled along and I found I could carry on a conversation with Ida
and other nurses. I was so proud of myself. I can also go all day without
having to wear my diaper but feel secure with it at night. I have a problem
though remembering why I am here. I'm in a woman's ward but I'm a man.
I'm....... Now what is my name? Oh well. I'll work on that later. I have to
read up on reading the article on Keeping That Girlish Figure.
One day a doctor came to visit. "Hello dear. I'm Doctor Brandon. I am so
glad to see you up and around and so cheerful. How is everything going
her?"
I smile at him. "Fine doctor," I say in my ultra girly voice.
He smiles. "That's very good. Are you ready to move on to your next level?"
Next level? What did that mean? Maybe it will be more fun. "OK doctor. Can
Ida come with me?" The doctor plays with his beard and then says OK.
Goodie. Ida and I are going somewhere else. I hope it's pretty.
Ida helps me with my things and we set off across the hospital to another
wing. There aren't many nurses around and the doors look like hotel room
doors. Ida opens one and it looks just like a room in an upper level hotel
suite with two queen beds, a small kitchenette and a sitting area. Why two
beds and why are all of Ida's things in here?
Ida helps me settle in. She tells me to clean myself up and I relax in and
silky bubble bath in the huge tub. I look at my body and see I am very
skinny and my hairless skin is very pale but super smooth and silky. My
nipples itch a little though. It must be the warm water.
When I come back in the room only wearing my warm robe, Ida has some things
laid out on the bed. There are a pair of short white boxers, a tank top,
some white cotton pants and a pair of sandals. She says that I have moved
on from my diaper and get to wear underwear from now on. They do feel
better than those clunky diapers.
It feels nice wearing real clothes instead of a gown and robe. I finish
dressing and Ida and I walk around the hall and outside. It's spring now
and I can hear the birds chirp. The clean air smells wonderful as we stroll
through the garden. I sit with Ida and she takes my hand. "Dear. I know
you've been through a lot in the past year. I am so proud of you. The
doctor feels you can now be brought back to the present. Are you ready?"
I smile at her. "Ida, you've been the world to me. I owe you everything,"
as I hug her.
We walk back to the room while Ida continues to talk. "OK. As you know I've
helped retrain your entire body. You mean so much to me. I was selected to
personally guide you through your transition. You see, you're not Ben Jones
anymore." Now this made no sense at all. Yes I feel different and much
slimmer and less muscle than when I was Ben but I'm still a guy. Right? Ida
saw I was confused.
We reached the room and Ida opened the door. I walked in and took a seat on
the couch. "Cassie. Stand up for me." Cassie, who's Cassie? There was no
one but me and Ida in the room. "I'm sorry. That's my nickname for your
dear. Cassandra. Stand up." As if I was being controlled, I stood up and
was very still. "OK. Now I want you to turn around and look in the mirror."
I did what she asked. I saw myself as the old Ben but thinner and paler. I
lost most of my muscle mass but still looked good. Any girl would want to
be with me, I thought to myself.
"Cassandra, take a better look. Look at your shoes." I glance down and my
plain sandals are now three inch, strappy women's sandals and my toes are
painted hot pink. "Look at your pants now." Looking up I see the pants fade
away and I'm in a sexy jean skirt. With long, silky legs. "Now your top."
My eyes move up and I see the tank top turn pink and my chest expand. I
have boobs. Real boobs and cleavage. "OK girlfriend. The best is last. Look
at your head." My eyes finally looked up to see a sexy girl's face, fully
made up and cascading curly blonde hair. Her lips are pouty, her finely
arched eyebrows accentuate her doe-eyes and her perky nose sets off her
high cheek bones. This girl is truly a hottie. I just stared in the mirror
realizing it was me.
"But, how...... why?" was all I could utter in my feminine voice. It matched my
body to a tee.
I was still in shock when Ida walked up to me and wrapped her arm around
me. "You're going to be my little sister now Cassie. Isn't that wonderful?"
She was actually taller than me now. I must have shrunk too. "Oh, and my
name isn't Ida. I'm Amber dear. I'm sure it's all coming back to you now. I
was the girl in the bar that night. I was hired to seduce you so we could
have access to your encrypted files. The doctor here has a special machine
that needs no medication to make someone simply tell the truth when asked.
I'm sure you remember feeling unbelievably orgasmic and not wanting it to
stop. I too went through the process but my will was much weaker. I turned
over my entire inheritance to the doctor. It had a different effect on me
though and I'm super horny all the time. I'm sure you noticed one of the
side rooms in the nurse's area. Well that's for us girls to play with each
other. We all have gone through the unit and I couldn't wait until you
completed your transition so you and I can be lesbian lovers. I selected
you special knowing how pretty a girl you would make."
All I heard was "lesbian lovers". Was I a real girl? Pussy and all? My
hands went down to my skirt and pulled it up. I was wearing very silky pink
panties and my fingers found where my cock should be. Instead on my manhood
was a mound. I began to tear up. I have a real pussy. My finger probed some
more and I could feel the wetness on my panties as I let one finger slip
under them and slide along my slit up to my swollen clit. "Isn't it simply
beautiful Cassie? You now have a pussy just like mine. The doctor certainly
works wonders."
I fell to the couch as I still stroked my wet pussy. All the memories began
to flood back to me. I remember the bar, Amber and the "unit" as they call
it. I also remember giving them the encrypted key codes for the server. Oh
shit. I am a criminal now. This was way too much to absorb. Amber saw my
confusion. "Cassie. Here's the deal. Ben Jones is dead for all practical
purposes. He was found guilty of stealing all the money from his company
using all the key codes you gave us. It was assumed he skipped town with
all the loot and has never been found. There was a report that he would up
in Kansas City. One of the securities was cashed in to set up the story he
was still alive. Too bad. We both know now Ben will never be back now don't
we?"
I sat there for what seemed like hours while Ida, I mean Amber cleaned up
our room. There weren't two beds like I thought but one kink sized bed for
the both of us. I had been hypnotized into thinking I was a guy and that I
looked like a guy even though I was a hot looking girl. This is Ambers
townhouse, not a hospital ward and I'm not a 30 something man anymore but a
young sweet girl in her twenties.
Amber finished cleaning and said, "Cassandra. Freshen up for dinner. We
have some guests to entertain," Without objecting, I went to the bathroom
and freshened my makeup like I had been doing it all my life, fixed my hair
and made sure my hot youngish looking skirt and top looked perfect. I put
on some nice perfume and met Amber in the kitchen.
"Cassandra dear. The doctor has given us a job. Tonight we're going to a
party with a few millionaires. It's our job to seduce them and then get
them back here to the clinic so the good doctor and have them turn over
their money. Isn't that going to be fun?" I wasn't ready for this but Amber
took my hands in hers and said, "Cassandra is a bimbo." I went from
remembering my old life as Ben to asking Amber for a piece of gum. I
giggled while I started chewing it. I sure hope these boys have big cocks.
I really want to get fucked tonight.
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