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THE GAMES PART SIX By Nancy Rose (NOTE: If you haven't read Parts One, Two, Three, Four and Five you really should! Part One is here... https://fictionmania.tv/searchdisplay/authordisplay.html?word=1473 Chapter 21 MY OPPONENTS, BIG MEN WHO stink of sweat and fear and aggression, explode out of the now open doors and sprint into the house. It's a race. They will frantically look for the bedrooms decorated in dark wood, irons and bronze, you know, manly bedrooms. Sometimes they are called "blue rooms," you know, blue for boys. Having the right bedroom means a lot in The Games because while you sleep your body is changed. The room you happen to sleep in is a clue as to what might happen to you. I don't have to race for a manly room because I will be sleeping in a pink room, a sissy room. Janine said I should sleep in a sissy room. It's our strategy. It will be easier to go the sissy route. I don't want to get any more feminine, but Janine made a good point. Would I rather get a little more girly and have the changes reversed after The Games? Or would I rather try to be manly and fail, lose The Games, and end up with a pussy and giant tits? I'll go with girly now and having a cock later. The room is suddenly less crowded, less smelly, and cooler. It's just me and Pie in room. We look at each other and smile. Maybe we can be allies. "You scared?" Pie asks. "Yeah," I say, quite honestly. I'm terrified. I'm smaller now, weaker, and I'm going to live in a house where at any second I could be attacked by men who are bigger and stronger than me. "I'm not," Pie says and smiles, looking like a pixie who could sprout wings and fly away whenever she wants. "Why is that?" "If one of those bastards touches me, I will kill him," she says this with a twinkle in her eye, like she is flirting. I keep calling her 'she' because she seems like a she. She looks like a boyish girl who hasn't sprouted breasts yet. She is tiny, a foot shorter than me, and so thin I think I could put my hands around her waist. "Killing is punished," I say, like I'm an expert on the rules. "Not in self-defense. Read the rules. Don't you have an advisor? If you are attacked, you can resist. If I resist a little too strenuously, then that's just too bad. If I kill five or six of these assholes before they get the message, then so much the better." I don't know what to make of her. This adorable pixie just told me she plans on committing multiple counts of murder. "That's a strategy I haven't thought of," I tell her. "Your strategy...you taking the sissy road?" she asks. "Yes. After the pageant, after what happened to me, my advisor thought it would be best..." "Your sissy advisor thought it would be best if you became a sissy just like her. So typical. Sissy bitches think every guy wants to be a sissy bitch." "It seems like the best plan, I think. Isn't it?" "You think it over. I'm going to claim a bedroom before the fun begins." She walks away on her tiny little legs. She doesn't walk so much as glide. She could walk on grass and not bend a blade. Could she be right? Could Janine have been wrong? Am I going to take the advice of a sissy and turn myself into a sissy just so I can last for a few more days? Wouldn't I be better off getting as masculine as possible, building my muscles back up and kicking some ass? I'm still strong, and I can still fight. I think of Janine, her face, her eyes, the way she touches me. She cares for me. She's smart. And she has won. She knows how to do it. I have to trust her. Without her, I have no one. I walk into the house. This year, it's made to look like an ancient mansion, the same kind of place ghost stories in the vids take place. The floor is marble. The wallpaper is a deep red velvet. The door frames are golden, polished oak. The lights fixtures are ornate gold leaf. I walk down the long hall, past other halls going in long distances in either direction. The house seems huge this year. In other years, the house has been small, almost all open space, like an arena, resulting in a lot conflict, violence or as the announcer puts it "action." Sometimes the house is huge, sprawling and maze-like, with lots of surprise rooms, traps and puzzles. The maze houses tend to result in longer contests with more tension, more drama, and also more boring moments when not much happens. Maze houses tend to favor physically weaker competitors, especially if they are clever. I'm clever, but I might not be as clever or as ruthless as Pie, who seems delighted at the prospect of eliminating opponents with grave finality. This is clearly a maze house. The hallways seem endless. Each one ends with identical cross hallways leading in either direction. The doors are locked. I try at least 20 door knobs, each connected to elaborately carved and heavy looking doors. Nothing. Each one is locked. I'm also alone. There are 19 other competitors here, and yet I encounter none of them. Have they all found rooms? Are they hiding then, waiting for the next stage of The Games? I wonder if I'm on TV screens right now, the world watching me walk along, checking door knobs, finding more locked doors, looking more and more confused. Is there tension-filled music running over the footage of me searching for a room to hide in? Are they getting a close up of my face, catching the fright in my eyes? Are experts taking note of the changes in my body since I was hit with feminizer? I turn a door knob, and finally, it turns. It's unlocked. I open the door. It is a white room, neither manly nor sissy. White walls, white bed, a white dresser and a white chair in front of a white desk. I walk in. It's bright, the florescent lamps overhead glaring a harsh white light. It's like a hospital room, but with less charm. I turn to leave, and the door slams shut. The Games are about to start, it seems. "Dear Kip!" the announcer's voice booms. "Sorry to close a door on you. To get out, you are going to need to make a few choices. Not to worry, they should be easy for you. All set for your first decision?" Now I know I'm on camera. Some of the other contestants have no doubt had their spotlight moment, a chance to be introduced to the audience. Now is mine. Time to play. The next few minutes will either help or hurt my cause. "First off," the announcer says, "while you were striding around the hallways, looking quite trim and sexy I might add, what kind of room were you looking for? One with pink walls perhaps?" Should I tell the truth or lie? The truth is that I was looking for a pink room. If I say pink, will I be forced into a manly room? Or, should I just be honest and say pink? I've never been a good liar. "Pink. I was looking for a pink room." "So the sissy path, is that right? Is that your strategy then, to become a sissy and suck and fuck your way to victory?" He knows the answer is yes, and the world knows the answer is yes. But it is embarrassing to say the word. "Yes," I say. "You are already prepared to sacrifice your manhood then? You are accepting of your status as a sissy faggot with the intent of making cocks squirt?" "Yes." "Then say the words! Let's hear them, and Kip, say them like you mean them. We just might give you a little help." "I don't want to." "Why is that? It's not like it's a secret. Everyone everywhere is watching you and can see for themselves. You are already a lovely sissy, if a little masculine for most tastes." "I'm still a man." "Is that so? Then I will ask you again. Would you rather a pink room or a blue room? What path through The Games do you wish to take?" He wants me to admit it. He wants me to beg for the pink room, to humiliate myself in front of the world, my family, and my father. I think of Janine. "Pink. I want a pink room." "Well then, it is settled. Say the words and get your prize." "I...I am..." "Yes, Kip? Speak up. No need to hide anything. Tell us what you are." "I am a sissy faggot and I intend to suck cocks until they squirt." At that instant, the walls of the room fade from a stark white to a soft pink. The bed sheets also turn pink, as does the furniture. "Nanopaint!" he announcer says with cheerful pride. "Another wonder created by government scientists. Kip has declared his strategy to trod down the sissy road, and he will need our help. However, as we know, to get help, you need to give it. Why don't we introduce Kip to two young men who could also use help?" The door opens. In walk two big dudes, big shoulders and arms, ugly, dumb-looking. They've got beer bellies and are built like tanks. They are an unattractive combination of muscle, fat, ugly and stupid. I hate them immediately. "Hey Fag," says the first one. "I'm Mike. This is Tyler. We are from State 9. You work for us now. Got it?" "No, I don't got it," I say. "Go fuck yourselves." "You don't play ball, you'll be the one getting fucked." Something in me snaps. I don't know what. I hate bullies, always have. I throw a punch, a good solid swing with my right arm, and it connects with a crunch on Mike's nose. Blood spurts out of it as he staggers back. He's surprised. He lifts his hand to his nose, touches the blood running out of it, looks at his hand. "You dumb bitch!" Mike yells, blood gushing over his lips, into his mouth. I'm proud. That was a pretty good punch. Tyler snickers. "You can both fuck off," I say. "Right fucking now." "I don't think so," Tyler says. "What happens now is we do things the hard way." They each grab an arm. I jerk, pull and yell. I try to bite one of them. They pull my arms like they are trying to rip them off. One of them puts his leg in front of mine and pushes me over. I hit the ground hard, smacking my head. I see stars for a moment. The other wrenches my arms behind my back. My shoulders feels about to pop. I squeal in pain. I've never made a sound like that in my life. I sounded like a little girl. I try to kick out, struggling to get my legs underneath me, but they lean into my legs, pinning me down, both of them. Cowards. Fucking cowards. I squirm around, but it's hopeless. I am smaller and weaker than them. The old me would have knocked them out. I've never lost a fight, and I've been in a few. There isn't much else to do most nights in my town. We drink. We fight. We go home, pass out, and wake up with hangovers. We do it all over again the next weekend. And here I am, pinned to a shiny pink floor, my face smashed into the tile, two gorillas twisting my arms out of their sockets. I can't get up. I'm powerless. I think what it must be like to be held down and raped. Raping a real woman will get you the death penalty. Raping a breeder will get you a year and you have to pay for the baby if one occurs. But raping a sissy? That will get you just a month. Sissy's are meant for raping. That's what the law seems to say. And here I am, overpowered and vulnerable, just like a sissy about to be raped. I've never felt so hopeless and afraid. Mercy. I would give anything for just a bit of mercy. I struggle and each time I do, one of them twists my arm further back. It hurts so much. "Please stop," I yell. "Please." The pain in my arm gives, just a bit. Just a bit of relief feels so good. "You going to do what we say, you little bitch, right?" one of them asks. "Just leave me alone!" I yell. My arm twists again. I feel something pop. It's agony, white hot agony, and I can't even move. "Yes! Yes! I'll do what you want," I yell. The relief comes again. My arm is lowered. The stress on my shoulder eases. It feels so good. "You going to be a good girl?" I think about killing them. How would Pie do that exactly? What power does she have? For some reason, I don't think Pie would be in my place. "Yes, yes, whatever you want, yes." I start crying again. Fuck! These hormones are just too much. I don't want to cry in front of these assholes, yet I am. Such a blubbering sissy I've become. "Don't cry, sissy, you'll have fun! I promise." They yank me to me feet. "Don't give us a problem," the other one says. "Or I swear we will break both your arms. Understood?" "Yes," I say, rather meekly, tears running down my cheeks. The asshole swats my ass, hard. I can feel the stinging outline of the hand print he left on me. They walk me out of the room, each one firmly holding an arm. I have no choice. I can't break away. But the first chance I get, I'm going to kill them. I'm sick of feeling powerless. I hate it. If I can't beat them up, like I once could, then fine. I will find another way. We go down a hallway and around a corner. We get to yet another door in this house of doors and they open it. They push me into a black room with black walls, black floor, and a black ceiling. A single light shines down on a strange piece of furniture, or is it a sculpture? It?s red, shiny, curvy and shaped like a horse maybe, or a kind of motorcycle. There are stirrups with straps for ankles. At the front of it are arm rests, and there are straps for wrists. The rider of this thing would be bent over, his ass extended, exposed and vulnerable, trapped, ready to be raped. ?Oh no you don?t,? I say. ?You fuckers.? They grab my arms hard and pull me toward the horse or whatever the fuck it is. ?The Rape Horse!? the announcer says, his voice echoing with cheer, clearly astounded by this amazing new addition to The Games. How happily proud he sounds, like a man announcing he?s selling a machine that cures cancer and bakes perfect bread. He continues? ?Yes, this new addition to The Games makes contestants extremely vulnerable to penetration. The humiliation for the victim will be intense. The question is this?Who will cum to completion? The rapist or the raped? We will soon find out!? They bend me over the horse, my chest pressed down into leather cushioning. At least the made it comfortable. I feel the straps go around my ankle and then arms. I?m riding the horse, leaning forward, my ass in the air, like I?m in the last leg of a race and trying to get maximum speed out of my mount. My ass is up in the air, legs spread open. If someone wanted to fuck me, there is nothing I could do about it. ?Just lie back and enjoy it,? Janine would tell me. ?Accept. Bend. Flex. You can withstand anything if you bend instead of breaking.? Ah Janine, where are you? Are you watching? Are going to send me a gift soon? Even a note would be nice, just to let me know you are still with me. ?Your first date will be here in a minute, sissy,? says one of the ugly bastards. ?You stay just like that.? They leave and close the door behind them, leaving me alone and in bondage on the horse. Minutes go by and there is nothing. Silence. The spotlight shines down on me but around me is nothing but darkness. I feel like crying again, but don?t. I lower my head into the cushioned opening. It?s comfortable at least. I doze. I can?t help it. I?m so sleepy all of sudden. Chapter 22 MY NAME IS JANINE. I am a Sealed Sissy, and also an Advisor to two young men competing in The Manhood Games. They are each in trouble. They didn?t stick together like I told them do. It?s Dirk?s fault really. The idiot just ran off in search of a manly room, ran off with a pack of men desperate to stay manly. Dummies. I?m watching the broadcast with my fellow Advisors in a rec room set up just for us. It?s rather like corporate lounge, the kind of place that caters to tired men who wear ties and jackets and who need a stiff drink before heading home. I?ve spent plenty of time in rooms like this, tempting men with my sissy charms. Men. Such tragic beasts, so full of desire and desperation. There are cushy chairs, small round tables, a buffet table covered with food, and a giant television that takes up half of the wall. My fellow advisors are getting used to having me around. I?m beginning to get the occasional smile, a few moments of eye contact, a nod here and there. They started out hating me, shunning me. We are competitors after all, and I am a sissy and am not their equal in most social situations. I?m to be used, enjoyed and discarded, barely even human. Yet, men can?t hate sissies for long. They can try, but eventually, the way I look, the way I smell, how I move and carry myself, eventually a switch is flipped somewhere in the male brain and I go from being a resented slut to a desirable presence and potential bed mate. I like being the center of attention. I didn?t used to appreciate it, but a year so after I became a sissy, I discovered how nice it is for men to like me for no other reason than I?m pleasant to look at. One of the advisors, an older guy with a thick handle bar mustache and long grey hair, not unattractive, and with an amusing southern accent, has the name of Tex. He sits next to me, smiles. He is the first one of them to overtly flirt with me. Nice. I like it when guys flirt with me. ?Your boys doing okay?? he asks. ?They are in trouble already,? I say. ?One is about to get in a fight over a room, and the other is tied up to the Rape Horse.? ?I?m sorry to hear that, little sissy. My boys are in a room and laying low, just like I told them to.? ?I?m thinking about sending the one on the horse a gift. I can release those straps, but its expensive.? ?It?s a little early for gifts, don?t you think? They haven?t even settled in yet.? ?If I don?t help Kip, he?s going to be raped by a dry cock. He?ll be hurt.? ?That is a bit of a predicament,? he agrees. ?If one of my boys got himself in a pickle like that, I?d probably give up on him, focus on the other one. I?d probably send him some lube, make it a little less painful.? ?My other one is fine. That?s him there.? I point out Dirk on the screen. Dirk is kicking the shit out of the ribs of one of his opponent. They are in a room with brown walls, and the two were fighting over it. It?s not much of a fight now, just a beating. Dirk grabs the guy by his hair and throws him out, then slams the door shit. Dirk is safe. Kip though, he is on the bright red Rape Horse in a room lit with one dramatic single light. It looks great on TV, stark, elegant, scary and sexy. He looks passed out. Poor sweety, his hormones all over the place. He looks so girlish like that, so smooth and curvy with his ass in the air. The black skinsuit really shows off his curves. He is the sexiest contestant right now, and I hope he realizes that soon. He can use that. What I don?t want is for him to get raped and reject ever being feminine. Being raped changes you in bad ways. This I know. The body suits will retract in about 10 minutes, and the real games will begin then. That?s when everyone becomes vulnerable. Everyone will be naked, cocks exposed. The first revealing is often the most violent and the most dramatic. I look at my Advisor?s pad, a thin, hand held computer that I use to keep track of my charges, monitor stats on the other contestants, and manage my gift budget, which is of an okay size, but not huge. It?s less than half of what some others have to spend. Should I spend so soon? ?If I were you, I?d make him as comfortable as possible,? Tex says. ?Go ahead, give him the gift, a little lube will make it more pleasant for him? ?Not yet. I want to wait. I might not get many more donations.? ?Whooo, weee, you are a mean sissy aren?t you? You going to let your boy be fucked dry like that?? ?I might change my mind later. A sissy?s prerogative.? ?I would appreciate it if you helped out your boy. You see, he?s helping out my boys right now. We can keep them all in the competition a little longer if you play along.? ?You?re from State 9? Your boys attacked mine!? ?Nothing personal, sweety. It?s just what happens in The Games. What would you do if you had a couple of ugly meatballs like mine. Going the sissy route just isn?t going to work for them.? ?Not my problem.? ?No, your problem is that you have got a sissy and you aren?t helping her be all the sissy she can be. Send her some lube, make it easy for her.? ?I think instead I?ll pay to release her from the horse and get her out of there. She might be a sissy, but she doesn?t deserve to be raped.? ?Don?t do that. I?m warning you.? ?What are you going to do, a big strong man like you. You know it?s against the law for a man to strike a sissy don?t you?? ?I?m not going to hit you, silly girl.? He flashes the picture in front of my eyes. I don?t close them in time. I see it, and he gets the exact response he wants. I convulse and vomit, extreme revulsion racking my body, thanks to my training, the weeks I spent in the hypno box, in the breaking chamber, and in the punishment tube. The picture he showed me was of a vagina, spread open, pink, wet and beautiful. Sissies, especially heterosexual ones, are trained to become physically ill at the sight of female sexual organs. By forcing us to reject our natural attraction to women, it?s easier to make us attracted to men. Our sexual energy is diverted from the thing that causes suffering (the sight, the smell, and taste of a vagina) and sent to the thing that causes pleasure, cocks, big, hard, strong, elegant, soaring, proud, erect cock. Some sissies are trained to serve genetic women, granted large cocks and a thirst for vaginal fluid, but I was not one of them. I was quite the raging heterosexual, so it took a lot of painful training to make me gay. Seeing that vagina does a number on me. I wasn?t prepared. I feel horrible. Everything in my stomach comes up and out, all over the carpet. I try to keep it away from my shoes, white bootlets with five- inch heels and steel-tipped toes. I am not successful. I love these shoes, but they are now ruined. I think I want to kill this man. He picks up my pad while I?m retching, powerless to do anything but convulse. ?Let?s just send your boy a few things,? he says and begins tapping on the screen. I try get to my feet, but I?m too weak. Such a fucking sissy I am. A very angry sissy. Chapter 23 My name is Kip and I?m strapped to a Rape Horse, a new device added to The Games this year. I wonder what other surprises they have in store. The door finally opens and in walks a young man not unlike me, except he doesn?t have budding tits. He is average looking, not handsome, not ugly. He has dark hair, dark eyes, a bit of a belly, and rounded shoulders. White skin, pasty, like it has never seen the sun. He slouches. He looks unsure of himself. He looks like he hasn?t exerted himself physically in his entire life. I?m going to guess he is some kind of clerk. He would be worthless in a mine, but I imagine he might be of some use behind a computer. He looks scared, tentative. He looks at me like I might jump up and bite his face. He would no doubt like to run away, but the door slams closed behind him. At least he?s company, and not unfriendly. I?m glad to see him in a way. The big, ugly bastards who threw him in here made him a victim as much as me. Of course, he isn?t strapped down to anything and prepared for a raping. If he tries to rape me, so help me, I will tear his cock off and I don?t care about the rules. I don?t get raped. Period. But this guy, he doesn?t seem to want to hurt me. And he doesn?t look like he wants to fuck me, which is what he is supposed to do with me. If I can make him like me enough maybe he?ll unstrap me from the horse. Maybe I can make him cum with my hand, and send him on his way to the Breeder Academy. Or maybe we could even be allies. Why not? ?You look lost,? I say. ?Me? I, no, they took me here, to, uh, you know,? he says, his cheeks turning red with embarrassment. ?I don?t know. What do you plan on doing with me?? ?They said they wouldn?t hurt me if I, you know, finished in here.? ?Finished?? ?Cum. Orgasm. You know.? Now he?s blushing furiously. He can?t even look at me. ?What?s your name?? I ask. ?Calvin.? ?Calvin, they can?t make you do anything you don?t want to. They are not in here.? ?They are coming in in ten minutes. If I haven?t cum by then, then they are going to strap me into the chair and make me cum. They said you were the ?preferable and less painful option.?? ?I?m flattered. Here is another option. Let me out of this chair. We team up and get the fuck out of here. We find your partner and mine and we team up, watch each other?s backs.? ?Did you see how big those guys were?? ?Did you notice how dumb they were, not to mention ugly? Besides, my partner could kick the shit out of both of them. He?s stronger, faster and was state wrestling champion. ?Yeah? Where is he now?? ?He scouted up ahead to find us a room, and then I got picked off. It was stupid. He wanted me with him, but I thought it would be safer to hang back.? So I lied. File a complaint. Dirk abandoned me as soon as the doors opened like the asshole he is. Janine told us to stay together and he did the exact opposite just to spite her. Dumbass. ?You would really partner with me?? Calvin asks. ?Sure, why not? You look smart, and smart players always do better than muscle heads.? ?I expected to lose. I thought I?d go ahead and, you know, get it over with. I had never been with a sissy before, so I figured it would be a nice way to go out, you know, to actually?um?do it...with you, you know.? ?You don?t have to give up. You have as much chance as anyone. But you need a friend. I can be your friend. All you have to do is undo these straps.? The in-house warning system gives a polite, resonant PONG! It means our body suits are going to retract, leaving us naked, exposed, and ready to fuck and cum. The first exposure is when The Games really gets started. Up until that moment, it?s all about positioning, claiming the right room, making the right allies. When the suits retract, exposing us, that?s when The Games becomes real. The black suit I?m wearing, and that has been protecting me by covering every inch of my skin with micro-tech mesh, retracts. It starts at my feet, which become bare. I can feel the fresh, cool air with my now exposed skin. It tingles a bit, as the black disappears, exposing my legs, ass, hips, budding breasts, arms and then neck. Suddenly, all I?m wearing is a thin silver collar around my neck, the same thing Calvin is now wearing. His body is pudgy, pasty and pale. He isn?t fat exactly, but just soft. I can see why he was so intimidated by the Gorilla Brothers. They could pull him apart like a wishbone. This is the guy I?m trying to ally with. Ugh. Calvin looks at the now naked me, and can?t seem to believe his eyes. ?Wow,? he says. ?You look, you know, pretty good. You don?t even have any hair on your legs.? ?Yes, the nanos took care of that for me. If you undo these straps?? His cock, a fairly small one when limp, kind of a sad looking little thing, begins to grow. It?s growing for me, and I find myself both disgusted and proud at the same time. ?You look, wow,? he says. ?I didn?t expect, I didn?t, you know, I?ve never seen a naked sissy before? ?I?m NOT a sissy,? I say, sounding more angry than I wanted. I want him to be my friend. Damn it. I can?t hurt his feelings. ?You have breasts and everything,? he says, his cock now erect, a proud five-inches, the head of it almost glowing red. It is a supremely average cock, but it would do the job. ?If you let me off of the horse, you can get a better look at them,? I say. ?Yeah? Really? Can I touch them?? Does he realize that I?m strapped to a rape horse and he can touch me all he wants? Wait. That?s not what he wants. He doesn?t want to rape anyone. He just wants a girl to be nice to him, which is what all boys want really. It?s what I always wanted. In this room, I?m the girl. In this house, I am a girl. I guess it?s time I acted like it. ?Yes sweety,? I say, as nice and girly as I can sound. ?You can touch them. If you let me up, you can touch me all you want, and I?ll even touch you. Would you like that?? PONG! The house tone sounds, followed by female computer voice that says, ?Gift for Kirk Miller.? A small panel open on the ceiling. Down comes an object on a string, a bottle of some kind. What did Janine send me? Is it something to get me out of this horse? The bottle touches the floor and the string unwraps itself and ascends back into the ceiling. ?Do you mind?? Calvin asks and points at the bottle. Again, he doesn?t need to ask. I?m immobile and getting more and more angry about it. ?You go right ahead, sweety,? I say, trying to be nice, trying to not sound like I want to slap him upside his head. He picks up the clear plastic bottle. He reads the writing on its side. ?It says, ?Anal lube. Perfect for a sissy?s first time.?? ?I see. Well, that?s nice. We can keep that for later, but in the meantime, why don?t you undo these straps and we can?? ?Shut up! Shut Up! Shut Up!? he screams at me. ?You are just trying to trick me! You?re trying to get me to fuck you so I?ll be taken out of The Games and turned into a breeder!? ?I?m not sweety, trust me, I?m not. The last thing I want is for you to fuck me.? ?Bullshit! You want to me to give in!? ?Sweety, you came in here intending to fuck me. I would love for you to not do that.? ?Then what is this lube stuff all about? Why did your advisor send you this?? ?I have no idea. I?m sorry. I don?t.? He walks to a corner and sits on the floor, holding his knees to his chest. He sobs. ?What am I supposed to do?? he pleads. ?What? Would someone just tell me?? ?Sweety, at some point, the idiot brothers will be back. You have a choice. You can release me and we can make a break for it. Or you can fuck me, cum, and go be a breeder. You pick. But we don?t have much time.? He stands up. He looks determined now, even though his cheeks are still wet with tears. ?Okay,? he say. ?I?ll trust you.? ?Thank you. Now please let me up.? His cock, still mostly hard, just a little bit softer than it was a minute ago, bounces as he walks to me. He undoes the straps around my wrists, then around my ankles. ?Thank you!? I say. He takes a step back, still staring at me with eyes that full of curiosity and desire. I lift a leg and swing it over the side of the horse. I?m stiff from being in that awkward position for so long. I stand up and stretch. This new body feels pretty good, lighter, more flexible, and still strong. Calvin stands there dumbfounded. His cock is hard as a rock and pointing straight me. ?You are, you know, um,? he says. ?You know, you really are pretty?? ?Am I? It was just a little bit of feminizer. I don?t know if I look all that different than I used to. Smaller maybe.? ?No, you definitely look good, and your breasts, I just, wow, I?ve never seen breasts before.? I lift my arm up and cover them, my new tits, small as they are, seem to be extremely distracting to Calvin. ?Calvin, get a grip,? I say. ?We need to get out of here, find a room to hide in. They are coming back and they are not going to be happy.? He shakes his head, gives me a goofy smile. ?Right!? he says. ?Let?s go. Let?s find another room.? He goes to the door, turns the door knob. Nothing happens. It?s locked. PONG! ?Gentleman and slightly less than gentlemen,? says the announcer. ?You will find your doors locked. For the next ten minutes, an interesting gas will be added to the air control system. This new product from our government labs will have a simple fascinating effect on you. It?s called Aphrodesigas! Enjoy!? There is a scent in the air, a scene of ? What is that? ? Pumpkin I think, like fresh baked pumpkin pie. ?Oh wow, I feel really good all of a sudden,? Calvin says. I know what he means. My cock is tingling, and hard, really hard. It?s not the massive shaft I used to have, but it?s still a handsome cock, perfectly straight, nicely shaped, like a missile. His cock looks better now too. It?s a pretty cock, a nice size. I could maybe get the whole thing in my mouth. Wait! What am I thinking? It?s the gas. The gas! Holy shit, I?m horny. My nipples are hard, and I swear I can feel a warmth in my ass, like it wants something in it. The thought of Calvin?s cock in my ass suddenly seems to be a delightful thought. I have to resist. I have to. Calvin walks toward me, a longing in his face, a sadness in his puppy dog eyes. He?s not unattractive. Close up, he?s actually kind of cute. ?I?ve never kissed a girl before,? he says. ?I?m not a girl,? I say. ?You are close enough,? he says. He leans in and kisses me, his lips hot against mine. He wraps his arms around me, not quite sure what to do with them. After fumbling a bit he settles on putting his hands on the small of my back. His hard cock is pressed up against mine. We are the same height and we fit well together. He finally slides his tongue into my mouth, and I gently suck on it, just like Janine did to mine. I?m the girl here, so I?m trying my best to let him be the guy, let him feel in control. He breaks the kiss, looks me in the eye, and blushes furiously. Whatever he wants to say, he?s embarrassed about it. ?Can I, you know, uh?? ?I don?t know, sweety. You have to tell me what you want.? I am half hoping he requests fucking me because that seems like a really good idea right about now. ?I want to, you know, touch them?? ?My tits?? That?s the first time I thought of them like that, like they are an asset of mine that I can grant access to when it pleases me. ?Yes,? he says. ?I want to touch them.? ?Then go ahead.? He reaches up with his right hand and cups my left breast. He doesn?t seem to know what to do next. ?Massage them a little,? I suggest. ?Knead them. It feels good. They like to be touched.? He gets a firm grip and massages my tits with both hands. It feels really good, too good. That feeling in my ass, that hungry warmth, is growing. If he fucks me, I?m going to cum. I know I am. I want it, need it. He is going to need to cum first. Sorry Calvin. This is how The Games are played. I reach down and grab his hard cock. ?Yesss, thank you,? he says. ?I was so hoping you would do that.? ?Are you sure you want this?? I ask. ?Yes, please, yes. It?s all I want. I don?t care what happens to me anymore. You are so beautiful, so pretty, I always dreamed about being with a sissy like you?? Am I sissy after all? Maybe I am. Look at what I?m doing. When I?m done, I will have performed a sissy?s duty, and saved my own cock in the process. Calvin closes his eyes. He twists his face in a way I?ve never seen before, like he?s lifting something impossibly heavy. ?Guhhhhhhhh, yessssssssss? he yells. His cock squirts and squirts and squirts, big ropy blobs of cum. I can smell it. It smells a little like bleach and fruit. ?Thank you,? he says. ?You are welcome,? I say. ?I?m scared.? ?I know.? ?Will it hurt?? ?It won?t. You?ll be a beautiful breeder. You?ll be happy.? ?But I won?t be me.? I kiss him on the lips, then whisper in his ear. ?I will always remember you,? I say. ?You are the first boy I ever kissed.? ?Was it good?? ?Really good.? That seems to make him happy. The door opens and in come two black suited, black masked agents, tall, big and scary, just the way the government likes them. They take Calvin by the arms and walk him away. I?m alone in the room. The door is open. I pick up the bottle of anal lube, my first gift from Janine, and run. End of Part Six To Be Continued Hi! I hope you are enjoying this story. It has been very fun to write! If you could do me a favor, please leave a review. It doesn?t have to be long. Reviews help get a story noticed and will also let me know what you like (and don?t) about The Games. 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