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Taxi Ride
By Kachakali
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I know $2000 will go a long way to pay off my tuition. But I shouldn't
have replied to that Kregslist ad. It promised easy money for people
willing to do some special requests. I wonder how many other people have
done it already? What are those special requests about? I didn't think
it through, and I fear it's already too late.
I should have done something. But I didn't. After a few emails with some
anonymous person, we made an agreement. Money has already been wired to
my account and there's nothing I can do. I shouldn't have, but I've
spent most of the money already. I paid off a good chunk of my debt with
it. But, I've gone too far now. I cant pay them back even if I tried.
And soon someone will be here to collect.
I shudder to think what they would do if I bail on this. If someone can
give out that much money so easily, they must have a lot of power. I
cant disappear. They'll probably find me and kill me. I hate to admit
it, but this has mafia written all over it.
One day, there was a strange knock at my door. I opened it and found
nobody. I looked down and on my doorstep was a package with a little
note and a cellphone. It was from them. The note said I was to wait for
a text and do what it said. A few days passed and nothing happened. I
foolishly thought I was in the clear. Maybe it was a prank after all?
Some of my fellow college students making a serious prank. But late that
night, the phone buzzed.
The text said to get showered and wait for a taxi to honk three times. A
few hours later, that dreaded taxi arrived. I meekly got out of my
apartment. I looked around for anything or anyone suspicious. The night
was quiet and no one was around. All I saw was a huge old school yellow
taxi, idling. In the darkness I saw two people in it.
A fat, greasy man exited the back seat of the taxi. He told me to get
aboard. He was scary looking. And his voice had the typical mafia accent
you hear on TV. "Swallow this pill." he said. He handed me a bottled
water and I ingested the pill. I heard the locks on taxi automatically
close as it hastily sped off.
As I sat there in the car, the fat mafia guy pulled out a dark bag and
put it over my head. "I cant wait to see how you turn out." His creepy
voice said. I wonder what he meant? I wanted to say something, but I've
seen enough movies to know that I should shut up and do as they say.
With the bag over my head, I could tell we were going somewhere far out
of town. I don't know what was in that pill, but strange things were
happening to me. I felt strange tickles and throbs all over my body. My
body felt too warm. When the car would reach a stop light, the abrupt
breaking made me dizzy. I could feel my body get all jiggly.
Even though I was blindfolded, I could feel the eyes of the guy sitting
next to me. It's like he was undressing me. His heavy breathing and
wheezing suggested that he was probably one heart attack away from
death. He turned away for a second. I could hear him dialing to someone
on a cellphone. I could hear his excess button pressing as he corrected
himself and finally his call went through.
"Yes, he's changing" I could hear him say. What am I changing into? I
wonder. My body still hasn't stopped feeling weird. Whatever is
happening to me is speeding up. My dress shirt felt loose and itchy on
me. And My pants were loose on my waist yet tight around my hips. My
butt felt heavy too. "Shall I take him to the usual place?" I couldn't
hear the voice on the other line. I shudder to think where or what that
place is.
As the car hit a big pothole, I got a nasty cramp in my belly. I tried
my best not to throw up. I don't want to puke all over the bag on me.
Were my stomach pains because of my fears about what would happen to me
or something else?
When the taxi hit the freeway, someone lowered down the window a bit.
Through the cloth on my head I could see streetlights woosh by. I could
feel the cold night outside. The wind from the open window was rattling
the pane, I felt cold. It felt wrong. My nipples were throbbing. I
thought I was used to the cold. But my jaw was shivering. I could feel
the guy sitting next to me, he was up to something.
"Fuck it. I've got to see this!" I heard the fat man say. I felt the
seat shift and the guy used his hands to tear apart open my shirt. My
cold chest was exposed to the night air drifting in. His fat fingers
were touching me. He stroked my shoulder and he pinched my puffy nipples
on my chest. I let out a girly moan. Was that my voice? What's this fat
pervert going to do to me?
As the fat man continued to grab at my chest, I felt my chest expand
outward. Almost like his touch was inflating me. It felt so good. But my
chest kept getting heavier. His greasy hands was holding more and more
flesh. Mine. It was soft and heavy. Almost like breasts.....Wait! Why do
I have breasts? I'm a guy? I snap out of it. I try to push him off me.
But I have no strength.
The fat man responded by getting more aggressive. I could feel his
weight on me. He unlatches my loosening belt. I have no way to stop him.
he's trying to get into my pants! His fat fingers caressed my smooth
stomach. His touch sent shivers all over my sensitive body. This is
disgusting, why is my body responding to his advances? This guy must be
gay and I'm sure he's drugged me.
Then the fat pervert's hands went down my boxers! I was scared. It looks
like I'm getting raped here in some beat up old taxi. I felt sick. I
couldn't believe I was aroused by some fat dude trying to get into my
pants. His hand grazed my engorged dick. I had the weirdest boner ever.
It felt like nothing I've ever had before. My balls felt like they were
imploding. My crotch felt like it was tearing apart. I was panting
heavily under my cloth bag. I felt strange new sensations. I let out a
feminine scream! I thought I came, but nothing came out of my dick. I
fell back on the seat as the fat pervert still had his way with me.
My muffled scream got the attention of the taxi driver and I heard the
car swerve around. I heard a truckers horn honk at us. The taxi finally
slows down on the side of the road. I could hear the gravel thrown by
the tires as it finally came to a stop.
The fat pervert didn't care that the car came to a stop. I could still
feel him on me. I was trying to get my bearings together. I know I came
but, it was like nothing I've ever felt before. My aroused body could
hear everything. Even under the cloth bag. The taxi's blinker, crickets
out in the grass, the fat perverts zipper coming down. The door opening,
A gun cocking.
"What are you doing you fat motherfucker?" the other voice said. It was
the taxi driver.
"Shut up and drive!" the pervert slurred. "I'm gonna fuck this bitch!"
"You fat, fucking moron!" The driver spat. "Do you have any idea what
your fucking doing? You're not supposed to rape the goods. That pussy is
taken already. I am not going to face the boss because of your fucking
cock!" The taxi driver pulls the trigger and a bullet is shot into the
darkness. "The next bullet wont miss," the driver hissed.
I felt like a piece of meat. I know I've been saved only to find out
that something worse may come later. The fat pervert gets off me, not
before giving my now big breasts a huge squeeze and kissing my neck. I
could feel his fat neckbeard as he slobbered on my clavicle. I could
hear him angrily mutter some things to himself as he went back to his
seat. The taxi driver seemed to hate that last bit of defiance from the
fat man. I heard metal hit flesh. I could only guess that the taxi
driver hit the fat pervert with his gun. I could tell that the fat mafia
man was slumped over the seat.
The taxi driver comes around to where I'm sitting. He tries to fix me
up. He buttons up my shirt, but these new breasts of mine are too big.
The shirt strains, buttons pop off and it's too torn up to be closed
now. I could feel him grabbing me and sitting me back upright on the
seat. I felt so small and feminine now. I can feel him hovering outside
my door.
"I'm sorry Daniel. Yeah we know who you are. We've been spying on you
for the past few days. But this fat fuck here couldn't hold it in much
longer. He loves transformed males. He gets his kicks fucking newly made
women like you. Our boss told me to keep an eye on him. He's been in
trouble before. He's damaged other goods already. Boss gave him one more
chance and he blew it. Now this fat fuck has made it harder for us to
finish the job. Did he pork you?"
"Ummmm, No." My voice sounded so feminine. Nothing like the voice I used
to have. "He touched my dick I think."
"Daniel," the taxi driver said. "You don't have a dick anymore. You're
completely a woman now. The pill we gave you earlier changed your sex.
Virginity is a hot commodity right now. Your female virginity that is.
There are people out there that will pay top dollar for your snatch. Now
adays, it's so hard to find adult women who haven't been fucked yet. We
supply our clients with special girls like you. Some don't care that the
woman they're fucking used to be a man. Others do. We've been spying on
you to see that you live a healthy lifestyle. You may be poor and broke
right now, but you don't have any diseases and that's a plus with us.
Now it's up to you Daniel. We've already paid you. Now it's your turn to
fulfill our agreement. Is your pussy for sale? Or is your pussy for
sale?"
I thought about it for what seemed an eternity. I really did have no
choice. I'm still their prisoner. I took a deep breath. "Am I stuck as a
woman forever now?" I asked. Damn, I love the sound of my feminine
voice. "How can I be sure I'll be set free once this is done?" I want to
sound confident but my new voice sounds deliciously slutty.
I could hear the taxi driver grab the phone from the fat pervert. He
then spoke, "The pill we gave you lasts about three days. You'll be back
to your ordinary life by then. No one will believe you that you changed
your sex and you sold your body. You could go to the cops, but it's best
to keep your mouth shut. Some transformed men when they change a second
time into women may get their virginity back. If you like money and sex,
maybe you'll come back to us? I haven't seen your face yet. But your
body looks damn sexy. No wonder why this fat tub of shit wanted to pork
you. Think about it as we drive to our safe house. I have to change some
things now that this idiot here thought with his dick and now lost his
job security."
The fat pervert. stayed eerily quiet.
I heard the taxi driver dial another phone number. He closed my door and
walked around to the drivers seat. "Plans have changed, Meet me in safe
house D," The taxi driver said into the phone. "Have our client meet us
there. Have Ruffo come to the safehouse too. It looks like Gregory here
is about to meet Mr. Benzini for the last time." Trembling fear escaped
from Fat Gregory, as he sat next to me. I thought he was knocked out.
But he was just being quiet. I don't think he's going to do anything to
me now. The taxi burned rubber and dirt chunks flew off as it sped back
on the freeway.
The Taxi driver was still on the cellphone. I could hear him getting
chewed out by whoever was on the other line. "I couldn't help it boss,"
I heard him say. "The goods now knows her options. Isn't it better that
she knows anyways?" After some more apologies, and words from the other
line. The taxi driver finally hung up. I heard him curse a few words.
After a few more miles of driving and amid the quiet silence, the taxi
slowed down. I could hear an automatic gate open up somewhere and the
car slowly drove in. In the distance you could hear steam and banging
pipes. The back doors came open and some men grabbed Gregory and me. I
don't think I'll see him again. One of them easily lifted me and I
offered no resistance. I know better.
The men led me down some hallway into another room. Somewhere along the
way I lost my shoes. It's not like they fit me anymore. My breasts and
butt jiggle with each heavy step of the man who carried me. I could hear
more banging pipes and steam escaping somewhere. It's like I'm in some
sort of factory. A heavy door creaks open. One of the men sets me down
and unties the cloth bag on my head. I could feel my big butt on the
cold metal floor. Another man leaves a plastic bag on the floor near me.
The heavy door shuts back again, I hear a click as it locks.
I wait a few minutes. I stay still. I am trying to listen, to hear if
anyone else is the room with me. But I'm all by myself. I take the bag
off my head. Through the dim light, strands of blueish-gray hair fall
back on my head. My hair is no longer brown. My soft hair is a strange
shade I've never seen before.
My soft slender hands caress the features on my face. I can feel thin
eyebrows and large eyes on me. My cheeks are soft and I have a feminine
chin and nose. I haven't seen myself in a mirror yet, but I know I'm
beautiful.
I wobbly stand up. Once again I feel strange curves and jiggles on me. I
stretch out my hands and pop my back. I feel the weight of my big chest
on me. My body posture is completely feminine.
I look at the rest of my surroundings. I'm in some empty storage room
with lots of pipes. The room is pretty dark with only some weak
fluorescent light coming out of the wall. I walk towards the plastic bag
placed on the floor near me. I am surprized by the way I walk now. My
feminine hips put a little sway in my step now. My pants are almost
falling off. I could feel my thighs rubbing together with each step.
I try to bend down and grab the bag. But I'm not used to my feminine
proportions. My floppy breasts poke through my torn dress shirt. I
almost fall forward on my face. I stand back up and decide to bend down
on my knees. I grab the plastic bag, I slowly step towards the wall
where there's the most light.
I open the bag and I find a note again with some written instructions.
PUT ON THE LINGERIE AND OWN IT. GET USED TO IT. THERE IS MORE WHERE THAT
CAME FROM. THE GUY WHO PAID FOR YOU LOVES A SEXY WOMAN IN SKIMPY
UNDERTHINGS. HE IS PERSONALLY COMING FOR YOU. HIS HELICOPTER SHOULD BE
ARRIVING IN AN HOUR OR TWO. DO NOT TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU
BEFORE. DO NOT RUIN THE FANTASY FOR HIM OR IT WILL GO BAD FOR YOU. OBEY
HIM AND YOU WILL HAVE A GOOD TIME AS WELL. HE OWNS YOUR PUSSY NOW AND IT
IS YOUR JOB TO GIVE IT TO HIM.
I hold up the purple undergarments, and I look down on my clothes. They
are very dirty and they smell like Fat Gregory's sweat. I gag a little
and hastily take them off. My dusty dress shirt is flung to the floor. I
look down on my large pendulous breasts. The cold air in the room makes
my huge nipples poke out. I look at my new bra and I inspect it. The
cups look too small. But there's nothing else for me to wear. I use my
dainty fingers and adjust the plastic and the straps that will go over
my feminine shoulders. I make them go out as far as they can. I ease the
garment onto my chest. The soft satin kisses my nipples. I place my
hands though the openings. After a few tries, I finally get the hooks to
close on my back. My breasts look even bigger being held up by my bra.
The weight of them digs into the thin straps on my shoulders.
Now it's on to my pants. My poor old male pants look ridiculous on my
wide hips. The pants button was torn off now. Probably still on the
taxi. I wiggle off my old khakis. I take off one foot first and then the
other. I'm somehow getting better with my balance now that I have my bra
on. I have firm thighs and legs. They are the hottest pair of legs I've
seen on any girl. I take off my old dirty white socks, the soles were
turned gray from the dirty floor of the room. My sexy toes wiggle on the
cold metal floor. I wonder what type of shoes will fit my smaller feet?
The last part of me that proved I was a guy was my boxers. My dick has
been gone for a while, now I have a pussy. It is an alien feeling. To
have my genitals become something else. Fat Gregory was the first to
awaken my femininity. It sickens me to admit it, but it felt good.
Beneath these worn out old boxers, my womanhood awaits. I shudder to
think that all of this is my fault. And it is. Because I wanted some
easy money, I am now in this situation. Someone bought me. In a few
hours some dude is going to stick his dick in my virgin pussy and have
his way with me. When I remove these boxers and put on those panties, my
ordinary life is over.
I look at my trembling hands as I pull down my boxers. I can only hope
that what the taxi driver told me was true. Will I ever put back my
underwear as a man? I grab the tiny, silky purple panties. I pull one of
my legs up higher and put my toes through my new underwear. My legs
follow. I pull up my new panties. I have to shimmy them up as they reach
my hips. I pull the elastic farther out and I let them go. A satisfying
snap is heard as my panties hug my waist. My gentle, sloping hips make
it look like it was meant to wear them. I adjust them one last time.
Soft fabric caresses my ass and covers my new pussy. My womb twitches in
anticipation.
I am now a woman, from head to toe. This dark room is where I'm reborn.
The fluorescent lights from the room flicker as I ponder my new fate.
I have no choice. I must be as feminine as I can. If I must service a
man, then so be it. Memories of all the porn I've watched since I was a
teen come to me. I must do what the girls in those videos do. I stop and
think about it for a second. Maybe it wont be so bad? As long as the man
is not fat and ugly like Gregory then maybe I can have fun too. My
survival depends on this.
As I lean back on the wall, I doze off into sleep. I don't want to, but
my eyelids are so heavy. I hear a pipe dripping in the dark room
somewhere. I can only guess that it's two or three in the morning. The
drips slowly lull me to a dreaming darkness.
I'm ready for anything.
Uma
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