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THE GAMES PART FIFTEEN By Nancy Rose If you haven't read the previous parts, you really should! Part One is here... https://fictionmania.tv/searchdisplay/authordisplay.html?word=1473 If you have read this far, then thank you! I hope you have enjoyed yourself. I appreciate your time very much. Could I ask one small favor? Please leave a review, just a line or so will do. Thank you! And now, on with the story... Chapter 58 THE ANNOUNCER SOUNDS A BIT PANICED as he recaps The Games for the home audience... "The Manhood Games this year will go down in history as one of the most intense and most dramatic. We've had betrayals. We've had sacrifices. We've had conflict. We are only in our third day and the men in The House are quickly dwindling. Here is who is left... "We have Avery from State 16, who has quietly walked down the sissy path. She has stayed out of the way of the more aggressive competitors. She is right now hiding in a sissy room, enjoying her new sissy self. She must not think that we are watching. Or, maybe she does!" On millions of TV screens across the country, the nation watches Avery try on bras. The young man seems absolutely entranced by his new breasts, two perfectly shaped B-cup beauties with large, ripe nipples. He stands in front of a full length mirror and cups his breasts, pushing them up, posing, moving from side to side. There is a dresser in the room and he dips into the top drawer and takes out a pink lacy bra. He tries it on, poses some more, trying on different facial expressions, pouty, smiling, serious, and sexy. He tries on another bra, this one a black satin pushup bra with cut outs for his swelling nipples. He strikes a few more poses in the mirror. He is clearly enjoying himself. The Announcer continues... "Such a delicious sissy she turned out to be. On the other side of gender street is Walker, from State 18. Yes, as you can see, he is a manly man, a little on the short side but wow, look at what the nanos have done for him! Such powerful shoulders, such amazing arms. He's the kind of man made to set sissy hearts on fire." The camera follows Walker as he stalks through the hall, looking focused and intense, like a hunter in search of prey. He turns the corner, sees blood on the wall, red smears that say: "Cum out now, or find yourself blind or dead." The picture cuts to black. "Well! It looks like Walker is doing fine. Who else do we need to check in on? Ah yes! Pie, our little pixie." Pie appears on the screen. She is strolling through the hallways, looking calm and cute, like a tomboy out for a stroll. She looks perfectly normal, unless you take a moment to look at her right hand, which is covered in blood, drops of it dripping from her nails. The picture cuts to black. "Well, let's see..." says the announcer, seemingly at a loss for words. "How about a commercial break? Be right back after these messages!" The picture stays black. No commercial appears. "What fuck is going on!" the announcer yells. "Seriously, is there not a single goddamn scene we can cut to? This thing is off the goddamn rails. Are you trying to get us all executed? Where is Ernie? Why is there no one running the fucking board?" "Your mic is hot," mumbles a voice, almost inaudibly. "My what?" the announcer asks. "Oh goddamn it." The picture cuts back to the house, onto a long empty hall, red carpet, red velvet wall paper, closed doors stretching down to the horizon, nothing else. "Great shot," the announcer says sounding supremely sarcastic. "Very exciting. Cut to Avery, cut now! I am sorry nation. Our director and his two assistants seem to have disappeared. So we are on our own for now, it seems. Let's have a little fun then. We have four contestants left. Let's see if we can get that down to three, shall we?" On screen, Avery is now modeling a white satin push up bra with shallow cups that leave her nipples exposed. "Avery dear?" the announcer says. "Can I have your attention?" Avery looks up, looks around. She folds her arms in front of her breasts, hiding them. "No need to cover up, dear." Avery blushes, turns to the wall in a way that seems girlish. Her back is to the camera. She's wearing white panties, which cover a plump ass, made even cuter thanks to her nipped waist. She fidgets in her shiny pink pumps, shifting her wait from leg to leg nervously. "Ahhh, poor girl," the announcer says. "Are you a shy girl?" "Yes," Avery says softly. "But you're a sweet girl too, aren't you?" "Avery is a sweet gurl," she says, sounding a little happier. "You see, dear audience, Avery decided his strategy was to hide. Let that be a lesson to all you future contestants of The Games. Hiding away just gives the gamemakers convenient access to your head, which they will fill with pink cotton candy. Avery dear, are you a sissy?" "Yes, Avery is a sweet sissy." "Did you used to be a boy?" "Sissy used to be a boy." "Do you want to be a boy again?" "No! I don't wanna be a boy. I hate being a boy." She stamps her foot I frustration. "Turn around for me, Avery. Show us your pretty face." "No!" "Please Avery? Show us how pretty you are." "Okay, I'm a pretty sissy." She turns around, looking cautious and confused. "Just pretend there is a camera over the door. That's right. Now smile for me." Avery smiles a coy little smile. Her golden hair is in pigtails and her face has been rounded and feminized by nanobots. She has a small nubby nose and a dash of freckles across her face. She looks like a tall 13 year-old-girl. "You want to be a girl forever, don't you Avery?" "Yes, sissy wants to be a girl, a pretty girl." She blushes when she says that, her cheeks turning rose red. She bashfully hugs her breasts to hide them. She isn't as bashful about her cock, which is hard and pointing up to the camera. She is shapely, covered in a girlish layer of fat. "Audience, Avery is showing us what will happen if you don't put some effort into playing The Games. You end up losing. You do not have the willpower to fight against the subliminal hypnotic therapy. Avery was once quite a masculine young man, very far away from a sissy who now blushes before you. Don't believe me? Watch this...Avery?" "Yes, sir?" "Code Blue Watermelon." The gurl staggers for a moment. She shakes her head, as if coming awake from a long sleep. She looks around the room, as trying to figure out where she is. She looks wary, and confused. She stands differently now, her weight over her two legs equally, almost a combat stance, like she is preparing for a blow. She drops her arms from her breasts. She holds them at her side, slightly bent, fists balled. "What the fuck is going?" she asks in a voice that sounds boyish, young, but not female. "What the hell is happening to me?" "Avery, are you back? Are you no longer a sweet sissy?" "No, you dickhead. I'm not a sissy. I'm a man." "But what about your breasts?" Avery looks down at his plump, budding mounds, which temptingly fill out the white satin bra. "Oh my God, oh my God," he says, panicked. "Damn it! Damn you!" "And look at your stunning legs, how smooth and luscious they look in those heels." He stumbles, looks down at his legs, suddenly clumsy in his heels, which he seemed so comfortable in a few moments ago. "I'm not a sissy. I'm not!" "Then why did you spend so much time in a pink room?" "I had a deal with my partner. We flipped a coin. I lost." "And now you regret it?" Avery walks over to the mirror, sees himself for the first time without being under the influence of hypnotism. "I'm still in the Game, so no. I still want to win." "And you'll do whatever it takes?" "How many of us are left?" "Besides you, just four." "I'm close." "You are so very close." "Then I can do this. I'll be a sissy. I can win this." "You'll have to make men cum. There are two big strong men left who are horny and hungry." "I know. It will be hard, but I can do it." "I can always turn your sissy training back on. Would you like that?" "She...she is still in my head. I can hear her. Will she always be there?" "Yes, but you should know she was always there. We just made her voice a little louder." "She wants to do things...to men. She is...such a slut." "A man is coming your way in just a few seconds, a man you can cum out if you are able." "Yes, yes please turn her on. I don't want to touch another man. But she can. She can do it." "Code Pink Grapefruit." "Oooo yesssss," Avery says, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her cock springs to life as she strokes her nipples. She wiggles her ass, strikes a coy pose in the mirror, falling in love with herself. "A big strong man is on his way to fuck you, isn't that nice?" "Ohhh yeessss, I wish he would hurry. I'm just so, so hungry for cock!" "Your boy self doesn't want to suck cock. Are you sure you want to?" "I don't care what he wants. He's a dummy and cock is yummy." "And what about your cock, do you still want it?" "I, um, yeah, I guess, I dunno, it's kinda big." "Too big? Too much like a man's cock? You want a little sissy thingy, don't you." "Yes, sir. I wanna small sissy clitty and big girly boobies." "I can give you those, right now, but your boy self will not like it." "He would hate it, but I hate him. "Let me talk to him for a moment. Code Blue Watermelon." The sissy gurl shudders, changes her stance, opens her eyes wide, waking up. He face is different, her expression angry, her posture is more masculine and upright. Her curves smooth out and he stands tall. "Hey Avery, your sissy self wants to make some pretty big changes to your body. Do you want to sign off on those?" "No! I don't want any more changes, please. I already look enough like a girl. What she wants...I can see what she wants. She wants to be a fuck doll. She wants to be a girl, and I don't. Please." "Let me think about it." "What?" Avery asks the air. He begins shouting, but his sound is turned off. He goes to the door, pulls on it. It doesn't open. "Audience, I don't know what's happening right now. I'm alone in the studio, doing my own directing, controlling the house all by myself. I suppose the revolution is happening right now. I truly have no idea. If it is happening, I want you all to know exactly what you are in for. The government is not to be trifled with. It is powerful and vengeful and punishment will be swift. Don't you get it? That's the point in The Games! To remind you to stay in your place. We can control you. We can make you do things you don't want to do. We can fucking erase you, you arrogant bastards. So if you think of yourself as a rebel, I want you to watch what happens next. Oh, Avery?" Avery looks up, hears the announcer's voice. "Hey!" Avery shouts. "Where do you go? Let me out of here. I don't want to be a sissy. I want to go to a blue room." "Oh dear sissy, it's far too late for that. Your male self will never leave this room." "What?" he asks warily. "Why? I'm playing by the rules. Just let me out. I'll play a game, do a test, what every you want." "This is the test. If you pass, you'll keep your manhood. If not, then, well, take solace in the fact that you have great legs and look good in heels." "What test? What do I need to do to keep my manhood?" "In the bottom drawer of the dresser, you'll find two tubes of goo. One is blue, one is pink. The pink goo is full of feminizers and nanos. If you smear it on your cock, it will shrink dramatically in just a few minutes. It will become quite sensitive, much like a clit. All the nerve endings will be concentrated in a small space, and so your sexual pleasure will be enhanced. However, your cock will become tiny, and will not get much harder than a well cooked mushroom." "Fuck that then. What does the blue goo do?" "The exact opposite. It's full of male hormones and nanos that will make your cock large and hard. Your sexual hunger will increase dramatically, as will your aggression. You'll feel angry more often, ready to fight. Within a few hours, much of the female form you've been growing into will be reversed. Your muscles will be bigger and you'll grow a think mat of body hair. In short, you will be manly, and the first part of you to display that will be your growing and hardened cock." "Can I do it now?" "Not yet. I should also mention that either goo works best when you seal it with a bio-skin condom, which is also located in the same drawer." "Got it. Now?" "Not quite yet. There is one more thing I want to tell you and the audience at home, all those men who are watching you and rooting for you. This is what you need to know...The hypno training works so well for one reason...Ever man has a sissy inside of him. Within the most macho of men, there is a little girl waiting to emerge. All the hypnosis and drugs do is bring her to life and give her a voice. Hypnosis, not matter how powerful, can't put something in you that wasn't already there. You are all sissies, all faggots, all ready to suck cocks as soon as the right switch is flipped in your brains. Allow me to demonstrate...Code Pink Grapefruit..." Avery shudders again, changes her stance, relaxes a bit, puts her hands on her waist, arches her back, making her butt stick out. She looks like a gurl again, her face softer and prettier. "Hello sissy, are you ready to make your choice?" "Oh yes! I can't wait to have a little clitty! Can I do it now?" "Tell me about your boy self...Is he screaming?" "Yes, he is so mad. He wants to kill you." "He's a naughty boy. He'll go to sleep soon, then he'll fade away, and you'll be in charge won't that be nice?" "Yes!" She giggles and bounces up and down happily. "Choose now. Open the bottom drawer and pick out your tube." She opens the drawer and takes out a neon pink tube. She takes the cap off of the end. She squirts a big dollop of the pink ointment onto her hands. She smells it. "Flowers!" She says with delight. "So pretty!" She reaches down with a handful of feminizer. "Code Blue Watermelon." She shudders then looks at his hand with a shock. The male version is back and horrified. He yells and wipes the goo off of his hand and onto the dresser. He shakes his hand, trying to get it off. "Stop it! Let me be me!" "Okay Avery, I'll give you another choice. Put the pink goo on your cock right now and I won't bring her back." "That's not far! Please! It's not right. This isn't right." "Do it, Avery. Do it now. Or she will be back, for good." "Fuck you. Damn it. Fuck you." He squirts the pink goo on his hand. He gingerly, slowly, tentatively rubs the pink goo into his hard dick, which grows harder, swelling up. "On your balls too, Avery," the announcer says. "Massage it in deep. The more the better. That's it. Destroy your manhood as we all watch you. Your surrender is a noble thing, a lesson to us all." Tears run down his cheeks as he rubs the pink goo into his rock hard manhood. "That's good," the announcer says. "Now take some and pat it into your piss slit. It's good to get some inside as well. It helpful for the nanos as they eat away at the meat of your cock." Avery weeps, tears flowing freely now. He is committed to the task though, and doesn't hesitate to follow the instruction. He pushes some of the goo into the opening in the tip of his cock. "Good girl, and now the condom. Slide it over your cock so it seals in all the feminizer." Avery takes out a pink condom form the bottom drawer. He rolls it over his shiny, wet cock. His member is bright pink, quite hard almost pointing 45 degrees high. "It's burning," Avery says. "Oh man, it hurts!" "We all must sacrifice. However, you will soon be rewarded." "Oh my god, it...it feels good now...so warm and tingly..." Avery drops to the floor, sitting with his hands on the ground and his smooth legs splayed open. He has a dreamy look on his face. His cock droops, softening, shrinking. The pink condom shrinks with it, staying tight. "You might find it pleasurable to touch yourself right now. Of course, massaging will just stimulate the nanos even more, shrinking your clit even more, but at this point, what do you have to lose?" Avery reaches to down to his member cautiously, almost as if afraid it will hurt. He touches his pink rubber covered cock, and touches with his index finger, rubs it slowly. He moans long and low, softly, almost as if he was trying to hold it back. "Doesn't that feel good, Avery?" "Yesssssss," he says. "Aren't you glad you took the sissy road now?" "Oh yesss, it feels so wonderful..." "You have chosen to destroy your own manhood. Yet you don't care anymore, do you. You have a clit and it feels good, you brain now soaked in pleasure chemicals, all your nerve endings telling you that this is feels good, feels right, feels like exactly who you should be." "Oh god yes, yes, yes..." "You were a sissy all along, weren't you?" "Please, I don't want to cum, I just want to keep feeling like this..." "Tell me, are you a sissy?" "Yes." "Avery, listen closely. The next time I release your sissy self, the trigger words to bring back you male self will no longer work. If someone says 'Code Blue Watermelon', you won't even recognize the words. They will sound like gibberish, like Chinese that you can't understand. You'll just giggle and pretend you didn't hear them." "Oh god yes, I understand, yes..." he says between pants, pleasure covering his face. He has one hand massaging his small, soft cock and balls and the other pinching a nipple. He looks completely lost in ecstasy. "That means the next time I turn your sissy loose, I will be killing your male self, permanently locking him away. Understand?" "Yes, yes, I understand..." "Goodbye Mr. Avery." "Bye, goodbye...bye bye..." "Code Pink Grapefruit." Avery closes his eyes. His body goes slack. He thrusts out his chest. The way he holds himself changes, and now he is unmistakably a she. "Oh god yes!" she says, her voice a high sing-song. She look down at her now tiny cockette, still covered in rubber. "So pretty! Adorable! I love it!" "Don't cum sweety, I have plans for you." "I'm so close!" "Be a good sissy, Avery. Do as I say. Stop playing and take a nap. You are very sleepy." "Yes, I'm so tired, so so tired." "Just go to sleep. Curl up right there on the floor." She does just that. She closes her eyes and looks like a little snoozing angel. Chapter 59 "The president is not in a good mood," says the little, boyish newt who is dressing me. "She is...disturbed." He pats my soft, small pink clitty with a fluffy pad covered in sweet smelling powder. My name is Janine and I am naked, fresh from a boiling hot bath and salt scrub that has left my skin soft, pink and glowing. I'm in sissy mode. All the hypno has my brain wrapped in pink satin and white lace. My wrists are limp, my ass is plumped out, and I walk in mincing little steps. I blush and giggle constantly. This is how the president likes her sissies, and if I'm to get close enough to her to do the job, then I need to be perfect. Otherwise, I'll be punished. Punishing naughty sissies is what the president loves to do. If you please her, you get to worship her luscious pussy. If you displease her, she takes you to her private dungeon where she does unspeakable things to you. Ian showed me vids of her victims. He didn't want to. But I was resisting being hypnotized and sissified. I knew how to sissy it up. I didn't need re-training in the sissy arts. All I needed was a little help getting past my vomit reaction to pussy. Ian wanted to apply a full force sissification program, said it was absolutely necessary, that my life would be at stake if I wasn't completely pussified. So he showed me the vids to make his point. He was successful. She has variety of advanced medical devices in her dungeon, laser scalpels, flesh shapers, nanos that do a variety of body alterations. One sissy had his cock sliced and shaped into a pink orchid, the petals made of flesh, the stamen in the middle one long exposed nerve end. Another sissy had his feet reshaped into literal high heels, the bones altered so that he had a four inch lift. His front toes were fused to together into single point. From a distance, the gurl looked like she was merely wearing beige pumps. Up close, you could see the "shoes" were actually her feet, molded and stretched. Another sissy was turned into a large kitten, a light coat of pink fur covering her, her hands and feet turned into paws, her hips and legs hobbled so she could no longer stand up right. Her mouth and nose were re-shaped into a feline muzzle, and her ears were pulled and pointed. She was oddly beautiful in the way that cats are. That made the humanness still in her eyes so tragic. This little vid festival of Ian's made me realize just how mad the president, just how deserving of death she is. It also quite convinced me that I do indeed need to be a perfect sissy. And so here I am, sissified once again, Sissy J in control and quite delighted with herself. I sit in the back of my brain, just along for the ride. The newt powders me all over and I giggle softly, enjoying the soft touch of the fluffy pad. Then he dresses my clitty with a pink leather band around my balls followed by a pink satin sleeve that fits tightly over my shaft. He connects the sleeve to the leather band with three snaps. If I grow hard, the snaps will unsnap, resulting in punishment. I hope the hypnosis took and I'm impotent until commanded to grow hard, like a good sissy. "No getting hard unless she commands it, understand?" the newt says in his irritating falsetto. "Of course!" I say with exaggerated shock. "I would never dream of letting mu clitty grow unless Madame commands it." He slides the pink satin panties up my legs, the shiny patch going over my clitty and a thong slipping into my crack. My rosebud tingles from the touch. The training has left me fuck hungry. I ache in my sissy cunt so much I can barely stand it. If the newt wasn't here I'm sure I'd already have my fist in myself and would be fucking myself like crazy. Ian, the fat newt who has done this to me, walks into the room, takes up half of it with his fat ass. The helper stands up, backs away and bows his head. Ian is the king of the newts it seems. "How are you feeling?" he asks me. "I feel wonderful!" I say sounding cheerful and girlish. "I love being a sissy soooo much." "Good, very good, you look wonderful." I blush and giggle at his compliment. "Thank you so much, kind sir," I say. "I do love to try and look my best." "Eunuch, continue," he commands the newt, who springs back into action. He takes a corset off of the dresser and approaches. "Janine, let's speak," says Ian. I feel Sissy J slide away to somewhere distant and behind me. I'm in charge again. It feels good, like slipping into a warm bathrobe. "What?" I ask Ian. The little newt wraps me in the corset and begins lacing up the back of it. I lift my arms and grab hold of the tightening bar that hangs from the ceiling. "Are you sure you are ready?" he asks. "You can leave now. This is your last chance." I think about it for a second, and with every pull of the laces, and with every breath that leaves my lungs, and with every uncomfortable inch that shrinks from my waist, I feel more committed. The bitch must die. The world needs to change. It's time for a new president. "I am going to do this," I tell him. "If I get close enough to her, I will kill her." "Good gurl. Do it just like you practiced." This is what we practiced...One of my molars was replaced with a fake tooth that contains concentrated cyanide. I'm to slip it out of my mouth with my tongue and insert it into her pussy where her vaginal juices will melt it. She will be dead within a minute. All I need to do is be invited to worship her vagina. "Anything you want to ask before I bring your sissy self back?" Ian asks me. I am taking shallow breaths now as the corset is squeezing the air out of my lungs. The small newt cups my heavy breasts into a pink see through bra outlined in little white flowers. He flits behind me where he fastens the straps that lift me and present a lovely pair of restrained and tempting pillows of female flesh. "Please protect Kip and Dirk if I fail," I say. "It won't be their fault. It's all my stupidity." "I will do everything I can. If you fail, I do not know what will happen. Her fury will be awesome and her retribution will be fearsome. But yes, I will try and protect them, even if they become breeders." The thought of Kip and his glorious penis being turned in to a little pregnant girl fills my eyes with tears. I so wanted to feel that boy fuck me again. Maybe one day. I have to stay hopeful. "Let's do this," I say. "Bring her back. She has work to do." "Sissy J, let's play," he says. I giggle like a school girl. "Oh my!" I say with excited cheer. "I just love this bra, and this corset just feels divine! I look so thin!" I hear those words come out of my mouth and I just cringe. I just hate, hate, hate Sissy J. ### After another hour of dressing and make up and powdering and perfuming, I'm on my way to the sissy stable. I walk with my ass out, short mincing steps in my 5-inch heels, pink pumps with big satin bows around my ankles. I'm in pink stockings of course, with a red seam up the back of my legs ending in a big red bows. My skirt is a tiny pink, stretch satin thing that barely covers my ass. My white suspenders brazenly drop below my hemline and hold up my stockings. I'm wearing a outrageously frilly, lacy, transparent blouse made of the softest pink silk. It is divine, I must say, so aggressively feminine, so shiny and translucent it almost glows. Underneath that you can see my pink corset nipping my waist down to a mere 22 inches and my bra pushing my cleavage up and presenting it proudly to whomever would like to have a look. I'm also wearing white kid leather gloves with pear buttons at the wrist and one-inch pink nails embedded into the fingers. These gloves ensure I am capable of doing almost nothing of use wit my hands. The mirrors we pass on our way show me the perfect sissy, frilly, silly, exaggerated, and feminized. But that's not right, is it? A real woman would never look like this. Only sissies ever look this overly girly, this sexual, this proudly submissive. I look like a creature meant for inconsequential though spectacular sex and nothing more. I look created to please, a fabulously pretty treat for some horny man or woman, or in this case, a treat for a monster, the president herself. The newt whispers in my ear before he opens the door. "I will come for you soon," he says. "You will be chosen out of the line-up. Act delighted when I do. Another thing, these sissies can't notice anything different about you either. Blend in. Do as they do." "Yes, sir," I say in a cheerful, conspiratorial whisper. "I will do my very best. I love being a sissy!" He takes me into the president's sissy stable and the color pink attacks my eyes. Pink couches, pink chairs, pink walls, framed paintings of pink flowers. A phrase pops into my head, a phrase put there by the hypno training... "Pink makes me so happy. It makes me feel girly. It makes me feel good. All sissies love pink and I'm a sissy!" Sissy J loves this room. I can feel her clapping her hands and cheering. I think it's quite a bit overdone. My taste in d?cor is much more feminine than it used to be, but this room is likely to give one pink poisoning. There is such a thing as too much of a good thing. There are four other sissies here, each dressed in chiffon, lace, and silk, layers and layers of complex clothing meant to make them look as vulnerable and fuckable as I do right now. "Oh a new gurl," one says. "The bitch is way too pretty," says another. "Let's taste her cock," says the third. "Is it big?" says the fourth. They approach me, hips swaying, breasts bouncing, red lips glistening. They are beautiful, and I don't need any hypnosis to make me horny as a cat in heat. My cockette springs to life in my panties, the satin sheath unsnapping from the leather ring. Oops! I will need to fix that. One of them kisses me, her tongue slipping into my mouth. She tastes like cherry candy. I feel a hand on my cock and another on my breast. The next hour is spent in heaven. Making love to sissies is satisfying on many levels. The sissy part of your brain loves sucking cock, loves that cocks are hard for you, loves the clothes, the hair, the make-up, the shoes, the shear girlishness of it all. The male part of you, which still quite exists, loves sucking and fucking such gorgeous feminine creatures who are literally engineered to make your manhood stand at attention and salute. Being a sissy making to love to another sissy is like eating ice cream that also shrinks your waist line and cures cancer. It is delight upon delight covered in chocolate syrup, whipped cream and then topped with another dollop of delight. I can think of worse ways to kill time while I'm waiting to be summoned to the president's office and my potential death. Chapter 60 I AM KISSING DIRK AND he is kissing me back as best he can. He's tied down, a big pile of restrained muscle, smelling of musk and manliness, hairy as a bear, his face still handsome but now with a stronger, squarer jaw and a bit more bone on his brow. He's like a sexy caveman who would have made commercials for loin clothes and hunting spears. I don't know who I am any more. I am Kat, a sissy, and Kip, a man. My body feels quite female, and my thoughts seem womanly, but there is man inside me somewhere screaming. He is outraged that all I want to do is lie on my back and let a lust filled Dirk ram his big cock into me until he pumps me full of baby goo. What put that thought there? Hypno- training? Hormones? Nanos? All of that? Were those female thoughts there all along, just waiting for the right opportunity to present themselves? No time to think about it. Enough fun for now. I pull away from him, and he can't stop me, as he's still strapped down to the submission chair. "You aren't the president," he tells me. "Good guess," I say. "Who am I?" It's a test. If he doesn't recognize me, maybe I'll punish him, maybe I'll cum him out, or maybe I'll stroll out of the room and leave him wondering. "Another goddamn game," he says. "It's the stupidest one yet. Let me out of this chair, and I'll show you who I am. I don't give a fuck who you are." "I'll give you a clue." "I'll give you a cock right up your sissy cunt, you fucking bitch." "Asshole." The look in his eye tells me I struck a chord. I've called him that a thousand times, but not with this voice and from this body. Certainly the president herself never called him an asshole, though I'd guess lots and lots of sissies have done so. He really is an asshole after all. It's not inaccurate. "Say that again," he says. "You...Dirk...are an asshole. You have been for a long, long time." "Holy shit." "Has a clue has managed to drill its way through that thick skull of yours?" "Kitty?" "President Kat to you." "Wow. That face thing...It really did a number on you. You look just like her." "I know. It's kind of freaky. I can't wait to get my regular face back." "I thought for minute the president wanted to fuck me." "Disappointed?" "Nah. Fucking you will be just as good, and you don't have bodyguards." "You ready to get out of here?" "Yes! Undo these goddamn straps!" Truth be told, I like seeing him restrained like this. All the pulling against the straps makes his muscles bulge in the most pleasant way. Alas, there is no time for fun. We have some things to take care of, like getting the hell out of this house. I pull on the straps and the Velcro makes a ripping sound. Dirk springs off of the chair, and his feet hit the floor. His seems so much taller than me now, so much bigger. He stretches out his arms and he looks godlike. He shakes his arms and legs, getting the kinks out after being restrained for so long. "Oh god, it feels so good to just stand up!" he says. "You ready to head out?" I ask him, wanting to get out of this room. My clitty is hard. I like looking at him a little too much. "Not quite yet," he says. He comes at me, smiling, arms open. I don't move backward, though there is a little man somewhere in my brain yelling at me to do so. He wraps his arms around me and I disappear inside his embrace, melting into him. He kisses me, his face above mine, my head tilted back. Weren't we almost the same height just two days ago? He picks me up and my feet leave the floor. I'm floating, completely and comfortably lifted so that my lips are more convenient to his. He's in charge. He is the man here. The kiss is magical. Fireworks. Euphoria. Endorphins. Then he gently lets me down. I swoon. I'm dizzy. I almost fall but he holds me steady. "Now I'm ready," he says. "How about you, Madame President?" "Yes, let's..." I say, trying to unscramble my brains. I think about Janine, and getting back to her. I think about my father and my brother Zach. I think about the country, all the men watching, all the boys who will have to go through what we are going through. Is there a way to close down The Games for good? I want to find out. "Let's get out of here," I say. Chapter 61 ZAHCH'S EYES ARE FILLED WITH fear and desperation. The captain's question hangs in the air like a sword about to drop. I'm his father, and I've been given a choice. Breeder or sissy? My son, my youngest son, is about to lose his manhood and it's my fault, my stupid fault. I decided to run with these rebels. I decided to do something stupid like fight the government. I...holy cow...I was a big enough idiot to sneak up on the government HQ thinking the revolution was going to start tonight. A sign. We were supposed to be waiting for a sign from The Games. We were supposed to to know know when to strike. Now we are chained to walls, we courageous rebels, and my young son is strapped down to a table, naked as a jaybird, skinny as a rail, looking like the 18 year old boy that he is. My oldest son Kip sacrificed himself to The Game so that Zach could keep his manhood. And now he's about to lose it because of me. I wish I could kill myself. "What is your answer?" the police captain asks me, his blue eyes gleaming. He loves this, loves seeing me suffer. He's enjoying his power. My son's eyes, he is trying to tell me something. He mouths a word. Is it...I think it is. He's trying to tell me his choice. "Sissy," I say quietly. "Excellent!" says the captain. "Send in the newts!" My son winks at me. No one else saw it, but I did. He seems...oddly...happy. I must be misunderstanding his expression. It's a kind of soft smile, like he's relaxed, like he just got pleasant news. ### My name is Zach and I just got such great news. I'm finally going to get to be a sissy! My entire life, that's all I have ever wanted, to be girly and pretty and sexy and to wear soft panties and to strut around in high heels. I'm not allowed to want to be a sissy, not in this world, not in my father's house. Thinking sissy thoughts gets you punished, gets you beaten, maybe sent off to a re-training camp. That's the silliness of this country, this ridiculous government. They want us to dread being turned into sissies, being turned into breeders, into women. But if a boy says out loud that he wants to be a sissy, then everyone just flies off to Crazy Town. So what does a boy like me do, a boy who would gladly volunteer to be a sissy instead of going to vocational classes, or playing sports or lifting weights or, gods forbid, digging coal out of a mine? A boy like me stays quiet and pretends. I dress like a boy, act like a boy, do everything I can to keep the real me from coming out. When I see sissies, I don't desire them; I desire to look like them, to be pretty like them, to have the power they wield. That's my secret, and I've kept it for 18 years. What a lucky boy I am today! Because my father and his little troop of chubby, out-of-shape rebels got caught pretending they were action heroes in a vid, I get to become what I've always to become! The trick now is to not act too excited. I've got to pretend like it's just the worst punishment in the world, a fate worse than death. "Oh no, not a sissy!" I yell, getting into character, trying to sound like a young man who desperately wants to keep his manhood. "Oh yes, yes, yes, dear boy...a sissy!" says the police captain, trying to sound as evil as possible. He's seen too many vids. "No please!" my father yells. I do feel bad for him. I know he doesn't want to watch his son transformed in a girly gurl. Still, it's his fault. What was he thinking? A newt sticks a needle into my left arm, a needle attached to a long red tube that goes up into the ceiling. This would be the tube that will deliver the nanos, the little sissifying machines. "Yes, Zachary, those little machine will now begin entering your system," the police captain says with a grin. "Not nanos!" I shout. "Not sissifying nanos! What a nightmare!" I didn't say I was an actor. Or a vidwriter. I'm doing my best to be convincing. Besides, I'm playing across from a stereotype anyway, the evil authority figure with steely blue eyes and polished boots. Come on. My acting is fine in this particular situation. The purple-robbed newt attaches an IV bag to my right arm, pricks me with a long needle. "Those are the concentrated female hormones that will give you breasts, shrink your muscles, and give you a pleasing female shape," he says. "Oh the horror! A pleasing female shape! Um...How big will my breasts be, I hope not too big!" I'm trying to not sound excited, but I am! Breasts! Finally! "Big ones," he says. "You will have big fluffy tits for your customers. Men love sissies with big ones." A newt rubs a clear gel on my right nipple and then on my left. It's cold and numbs the skin on my chest, making them tingle just a bit. "We will give them just a bit of help," says the good captain. I'm beginning to feel sleepy. The stuff they are pumping into me is making me drowsy. I am relieved because I don't know how much more acting I can do. The newt attaches two clear cones to my chest each with a little electronic gizmo at the top of them. The newt presses the buttons on the gizmos and a whirring sound fill the room. I feel a pulling on my chest. My flesh is being pulled into the clear, plastic cups, filling them up. I have tits! So exciting! "You clitty is much too big," the captain says. "You take after your father. We must correct that as well." One of the newt has a tube of goo in his hands. He smears the pink stuff on my cock and balls, rubbing it, massaging me, getting me hard. It feels so good. Once I'm completely stiff and standing straight up, he wraps my cock in plastic wrap that shrinks and hardens. Soon, I have a kind of hard cast on my cock on balls, which are starting to burn a bit, but not in an unpleasant way. "The clitty we are giving you will be far too small to every fuck a real pussy with, or even a boycunt," the captain say. "So sorry about that. You have missed out on one of life's true pleasures." "Oh the shame, oh the tragedy, whatever will I do now?" I'm groggy, but I'm still trying to play my part. What the nice captain doesn't know is that I have never had a desire to fuck anything or anyone. I've always wanted to be fucked, not the other way around. Now I'll get my wish. "You will need a few hours to develop and change, and your father and his friends will be able to watch it all." "Going to be quite a show I imagine." I'm almost asleep. I wish he would shut up now and just let me nod off. "While you are asleep, we will change your face as well. You will be quite a pretty gurl." "Not a pretty gurl. I'll do anything not to be beautiful, just anything, just please..." I slip off into grogginess. I can't speak anymore. I'm more asleep than awake. I feel a mask go over my face, pressure and heat are on my lips, nose and cheek bones. It's tight. It hurt a little, like pinching, and I smell burning, but I don't really care. I dose off. Blackness. End of Chapter 61 End of Part Fifteen To Be Continued in March Hi! 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