Fictionmania Fantasy Photoshoot Part 1
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I made my case very clearly to my girlfriend Lilith. I told her that I
read all those stories on Fictionmania but that I wouldn't want those
things to actually happen to me. I mean, the idea of being feminized
was fun but just thinking about it was enough. She was skeptical and
asked me if I searched for any other types of fantasy stories that I
liked but didn't want to experience. When I told her that I didn't, her
skepticism grew. She said something about being honest with myself. I
reminded her that she had her own imaginary scenarios that she liked to
dwell on. Didn't she wear that old medallion and like to pretend that it
had some sort of magical powers? Wasn't that sort of like what I was
doing?
Lilith said, "You still don't believe in the powers that the women in my
family share, Pete. Well, maybe I can convince you about that and, at
the same time, put you more in touch with your real feelings about those
stories on that site."
I just shrugged and said, being a bit irritated at the moment, "Do your
worst."
She lifted the medallion from where it hung inside her blouse and held
it in front of her lips, to gently kiss it. Light glinted off the
circle of metal and made me blink. Lilith spoke some odd words that I
couldn't quite make out and then lowered the piece of antique jewelry
back into its usual hiding place. She really was funny about that
heirloom. After that we had a snack and watched some TV, after which I
tried to steer her to my bedroom. She demurred and announced that she
had to pick up some groceries. Because she had come in her own car, I
didn't even have the advantage of being her driver. Oh well. I
accepted the situation, gave her a kiss, and rubbed up against her,
hoping that might change her mind. No luck.
After she was gone, remembering our conversation, I decided it would be
fun to check Fictionmania and see what new stories had been posted.
Whoever is in the 'taskforce' that takes care of the site does a
terrific job. And I love those little pictures that they post, with
captions about how guys have been turned into girls. But, like I said
to Lilith, in my case it's all just for fun. Speaking of fun, there was
a new story from one of my favorite authors, Cee Cee. This one was
about a husband and wife who went to another couple's pool party where
the husband was fooled into using depilatory cream, so that he had to be
seen with no body hair at all. The poor guy's situation just got worse
after that. It made me think of all the other clever plots that writer
had used, and how deft he was at putting his lead characters into other
similar predicaments.
After I finished the story I got a call from my buddy Jake. He was
having a party and said I should come right over. Well, Lilith had
decided to leave me alone and, like they say, all's fair in love and
dating, so I told Jake I'd be right there. He asked me to pick up a
container of spaghetti and meatballs that he had ordered from a take-out
place. I grabbed it on my way and got to the front door of his
apartment, all ready for an evening of fun, when everything started to
go wrong. The bag holding the food began to rip. I grabbed the plastic
container out of it and then squeezed too hard, making the lid pop off
and red sauce, liberally seasoned with garlic, overflow and get all over
my shirt and pants. I got the lid back on and most of the food was
still inside, but my clothes were a mess.
Jake's sister Rae answered the door. I wouldn't have expected to see
her there, as she's sort of a man hater and usually hangs out with her
own crowd, exclusively female. I'd found out about her preferences when
I'd gotten rather forward with her in the past and, even after she'd
tried to dissuade me, persisted. She looked at the huge red stain
running down my front and laughed. I told her that I was going to have
to go all the way home and she surprised me by saying that the rest of
the guests hadn't arrived yet, and Jake was out picking up beer, so I
could just get a quick shower while she took care of my clothes. I was
grateful and hurried into the bathroom. As I stood under the hot shower
and applied the body wash that I found a big plastic bottle of, I
reminded myself to hurry. When I got out I stood there wrapped in a
towel, opened the door a crack, and called for her.
"Uh, Rae? Honey? Are my clothes almost done?"
"Oh, you wanted them back?"
"You said you'd take care of them."
"I did. Right down the waste chute in the hallway. Straight to the
trash room, where they'll get dumped into the incinerator."
"WHAT? Are you an idiot? You stupid dyke. What am I supposed to do
now?"
"Well, I was thinking that I could give you something to put on."
"Right. Throw me some of Jake's stuff."
"But with the way you look now, wouldn't some things my girlfriend left,
when she and I were apartment-sitting here the last few days, be more
appropriate?"
"Are you crazy? Why would I want to wear..." I got a sick feeling --
what had she meant about the way I looked now? -- and glanced at my
front. Some of my body hair had fallen out and was on the floor. I
brushed my hand lightly down the middle of my chest and left a trail of
smooth pink skin. "Rae, what's going on?"
"Poor baby. Did you use that body wash with depilatory? I should have
warned you. That's from when my girlfriend was here. I like her to be
all satiny and sleek... the way you must be now."
There I was, naked and hairless, with people due to arrive any minute.
My only hope was to wear whatever she gave me and then get to Jake's
room and grab some of his things. I reluctantly agreed and she tossed
me a few items. It was only a pair of bikini-cut panties, elastic-top
stockings, and a cropped top that would fit tightly over her
girlfriend's flat, almost boyish chest... or mine. I got into
everything and was not happy with the way I looked. If anyone saw me
like that and recognized who I was, I would never live it down. That
was when I heard a knock at the door and froze. Rae laughed, warned me
to stay where I was, and went to answer it. No, no, no. I couldn't be
spotted the way I was. I looked in the mirror and saw that I didn't
even have eyebrows. It turned out that the first arrival was Rae's
girlfriend, Sandy. The two of them came to the bathroom door, behind
which I was cowering.
When I said that I was going to Jake's room to take some of his clothes,
Rae told me that wasn't an option. Instead, she suggested, Sandy could
make up my face and fix my hair, so that no one would know it was me. I
started to object but then Rae reminded me about her martial arts skills
and suggested that what she was offering was better than the
alternative, which was to get slammed around and then put out into the
hallway like I was. With no reasonable other choice, I agreed. Soon I
was in the spare bedroom, with Sandy, a cute little blond, working on my
appearance. She applied cosmetics to my face, drew on eyebrows, brushed
and sprayed my hair, and even had me slip my feet into a pair of her
shoes which, again, were still there from her visit. Rae opened the
closet and let me see my reflection in the full length mirror hanging on
the inside of the door. Oh no. I looked almost totally female. There
was a bulge in the crotch of the panties, but that was the only thing
that reassured me of my male identity.
Rae must have had the same thought because she made me tuck everything
down and out of the way, then took a panty shield, used some adhesive on
the back of it, and made me stuff it in there. I adhered to my flesh
and stayed in place, making it appear that I had no male anatomy below
the waist. The crotch panal of the panties was dark enough that the pad
was hidden. Sandy suggested one more alteration, which was for me to
use some falsies that she had for when Rae wanted her to look like a
busty slut. That was what the adhesive was for and she applied it to
the backs of two lightweight plastic mounds that were pressed against my
chest under the skimpy top and stayed there.
"So," Rae said with a smirk. "We've taken you from being a male pig and
made you into a fully passable girl. And it wasn't difficult at all."
To Sandy she said, "Do her face some more, to be sure that no one can ID
her. And instead of Pete she'll have to be called... Pet." She
chuckled at her inventiveness.
The name change sounded like something from one of those Fictionmania
stories. In fact, this whole scenario sounded suspiciously like one of
them. Eerily like something written by Cee Cee. Oh no. It couldn't
be. Was Lilith actually capable of... able to... use magic? Before I
could think of anything else, Rae advised me to employ a feminine voice
if I didn't want to get found out when the guests arrived. And a moment
later they started to do just that. She ordered me to go and answer the
door but I just stood there. So she told Sandy to toss me a robe. That
was a relief, until I saw that it was a short filmy thing barely worthy
of the name. Even so, it was better than what little I had one, so I
slipped my arms into the brief sleeves and pulled the front closed,
unhappy to see that it didn't even feature a belt. Sandy added with
helpful innocence that I should but some wiggle in my walk to make me
seem less like Pete and more like Pet. The heels added to that effect,
also shaping my legs and giving me a less manly posture. I went to
answer the knock, terrified that someone would know it was me. When I
opened the door, there stood a girl I used to date, alongside a guy who
was taller and better built than me. I gave them a meek smile and, in a
soft whispery voice, invited them inside. The girl's brows drew
together for a moment and the guy gave me a quick leer, but nothing was
said as they breezed past me and were greeted by Rae and Sandy.
Right after that Jake returned with the beer, as well as two more guys,
who both eyed me with open lust. I squirmed around and then realized
that it probably looked like I was being provocative. The new male
arrivals backed me up against the wall and each planted a hand above one
of my shoulders. They leaned there, effectively caging me in, while
they introduced themselves and began a conversation that was heavy on
suggestive remarks. Sandy showed up with a glass of white wine, which
she held out to me. I accepted it gratefully, needing a bracer, but
after it was half gone realized that I shouldn't risk compromising my
wits. Still, I drained the rest of it, thinking that would be the last.
But Rae's girlfriend reappeared and gave me a quick refill. Already
feeling a bit less stressed, I took another sip. The guys were visibly
pleased to see me drinking and getting noticeably less tense.
As I stood there feeling trapped, more guests arrived. Suddenly the
room was getting very full. Everyone was chatting and having a good
time. Everyone except me. Music started to play, something exotic and
sinuous. Still more people showed up and I was stunned to see that one
of them was Lilith, accompanied by a tall handsome guy who wasn't
familiar to me. She came to where I was pinned in and said hello to the
guys who were monopolizing me. Then she fixed her eyes on mine and
meaningfully touched the spot where I knew her medallion was. It really
must be a magical amulet, her powers genuine, and all of this her doing.
Then she made a show of turning to her date, moving closer, and giving
him an inviting smile. He took the hint and planted a passionate kiss
on her lips. She didn't discourage him. I had to stand there and watch
it happen, helpless to respond without revealing myself.
I heard the music change to another selection, this one sounding like a
snake charmer's theme. Jake, not realizing who I was, came to me and
said that it would make his party even livelier if I would dance for his
friends. Well, at least that would get me away from those two overly
interested guys. I moved to the middle of the room and began to gyrate
slowly, moving my arms languidly (which prevented me from keeping that
mini-robe closed), and licking my lips. Every male watched hungrily,
while the girls were plainly disapproving of my display. The rest of
the evening was no better, with Rae sneering in my direction, male hands
stroking my bottom through the thin panties, and one guy who arrived
later making lewd suggestions, nuzzling my neck, and even nibbling on my
ear. I was a quivering mess by the end of the evening, when Lilith
asked me if I had a ride home. I said something about driving myself
and she asked me where I kept my driver's license in such an abbreviated
outfit. And my car keys. Feeling utterly vulnerable and riddled with
shame, I accepted her offer of a lift. She said her date wouldn't mind.
And she made a point of addressing me as 'Pet', which she had heard Rae
do earlier.
The party broke up then, with several eager guys trying to get me to
accompany them. The ride home was uneasy, as Lilith openly flirted with
her date and hinted that he was going to have a very happy ending to the
evening. I was consumed with jealousy but, again, had nothing I could
do but suffer in silence. At last we got to my place and she said
goodnight. I realized I had no key and started to say something, but
she just held out my key ring and cell phone, mischievously smiling, and
said that Rae had been keeping them for me and still had my other
things. They pulled away and I stood there, stunned. Then another car
approached and the driver, an old balding guy with glasses and a beard,
slowed down to ogle me. He almost came to a stop before I understood
his misapprehension. Standing outside like that, barely dressed, with
heavy make-up, I had been mistaken for a hooker. I scampered away,
slowed down by the heels I wore, and got to the door of my building
feeling breathless. My chest rose and fell, making the contours of
those false breasts show themselves off.
I got to the inner door and hit the keypad, trying to type in the four-
digit entrance code. It took me three tries but I finally did it. At
my apartment door I dropped the keys and, while I was bent over picking
them up, heard a rude wolf whistle from behind me. When I turned
around, it was the fat middle-aged nerd who lived up the hall, being
nosy as usual. Well, at least it wasn't that other couple, across the
hall, who gave me the creeps.
He said, "Looks like Pete is having some good luck. Usually he chases
away all the women with his jerky attitudes." He laughed, a snorting
sound that had always annoyed me. I demurely put one arm across my faux
bust and a hand over my flattened crotch, then huffed at him before
whisking through the door and closing it behind me. I collapsed into a
chair and sat there panting, still not believing everything that had
happened to me and the implications of my girlfriend's possible powers.
Just then my cell phone buzzed. I opened it and answered numbly, still
using my girly voice. It was Lilith.
She said, "Hi, Pet. How's my best girlfriend?" Lilith snickered. She
went on, "I just wanted to remind you to check Fictionmania. I bet
there's something really hot on there that you just can't resist
reading... and dreaming about. To stay in the right mood, you should
keep on that lovely ensemble you're wearing. And don't bother removing
your make-up. I'd talk some more but my date is in my bedroom waiting
for me and I wouldn't want to disappoint him. I mean, it isn't like I
have another boyfriend right now. Just good girlfriends like you, Pet."
Lilith giggled and ended the call.
I stayed where I was, glad just to be back in my own place. But then I
remembered what Lilith had said and decided that the last thing I wanted
to do was to risk angering her with disobedience. If she wanted me to
visit Fictiionmania, that's what I would do. And I'd be sure to read at
least one story, in case she quizzed me on it. She would probably know
if I was lying. I turned on the computer and sat there, still in that
humiliating few bits of covering, as I navigated to my favorite web
address. It wasn't quite as welcome as usual when I got there, but by
reflex I paused to see what the current captioned photo was. It was a
shot of a woman in a girdle, talking on the phone. She was saying, "But
when I signed up at your gym to get a new body," said George, "this
isn't what I wanted. And now you're telling me I won a free lifetime
membership." Despite my upset, I smiled. Those images and words always
brightened my day. Then I went on to see the new stories. My eye was
caught by one by another favorite writer, Thorn. It was titled THEY
MADE ME A SISSY and the author had done his usual deft job of writing a
brief but very informative synopsis. I read the description with dread.
It said, "Paul is mistaken for a sissy by his neighbors who give him a
full course of training and turn him into their sexual plaything. Every
time he thinks he has found a way out of his fix, he fails and gets
further trapped in his new life. Spankings and bondage are the least of
his troubles."
With a shudder I began the first paragraph. The fiction included what I
had already read about, along with lots of extensions and expansions,
all of which made the protagonist's predicament worse and made his
escape less and less likely. By the end I was quaking with fear.
Surely Lilith wouldn't put me through something as wicked as what Thorn,
with his deeply perverted imagination, had conceived. Or would she?
I awoke the next morning from dreams of the previous night's party and
that ride home. Visions of what must have taken place between Lilith
and her testosterone-fueled companion filled my head. Before I could
banish those thoughts from my mind, she called me again. Her voice was
sleepy and sensual. She sounded well satisfied. Lilith asked me if I
had enjoyed the party without her. And how I had liked the ride home.
Plus what I had discovered on Fictioinmania. I responded obediently to
all her questions but then at last summoned up enough nerve to tell her
I was sorry for doubting her magical abilities, I would be more honest
with myself about the appeal of that website, and I felt I had been
taught enough of a lesson in both those areas. She chortled and said
that my lessons weren't done just yet. Before I could say more the call
was over.
As if on cue, there was a knock at my door. Wishing I wasn't in those
awkward heels (why had I put them on again?), and that I had taken time
to change back into male clothing, or at least to remove that mortifying
make-up, I went and opened the door a crack. There stood the disturbing
couple from the apartment opposite mine, who I had always avoided. Both
of them were tall and carried themselves with total confidence. They
looked down at me and grinned with a suggestion of fiendishness.
"Well, hello," said the muscular man, wearing leather slacks and a
matching vest with nothing under it, along with high boots. We saw you
sashaying up the front walk last night and were thrilled to find out
that you're the kind of sissy we like to play with."
"Yes," said the voluptuous woman, who wore a fishnet top and tiny black
skirt, and boots even higher than his. "The three of us could have been
having all sorts of scenes together for months already. But better late
than never." She grabbed my upper arm and pulled me into the hall.
The guy slammed my door and took my other arm. I stammered out
something about how I wasn't really into all that but he just laughed.
"I get it," he told me. "Your fantasy is that you're being forced.
Protest all you want. We'll just work it into the 'script'. I'm sure
we'll all get to be close friends. The two of us have had lots of
practice at training sissies like you. And even getting you real boobs
and covering up your boy parts with a false pussy, so you can feel more
femme. Don't worry about a thing," he said as we entered their
apartment. "We even have like-minded friends who have a big place way
out in the country, where we can enjoy ourselves without any concerns
about being seen. You'll get to meet other Masters and Mistresses from
all over the world."
As I made another attempt to object, the woman scooped a gag up off an
end table, shoved it between my reddened lips, and twisted something to
make it expand and become impossible to remove without reversing that
step. The guy took my wrists and pulled my arms behind me, slipping
them into a single leather sleeve, zipping it up, and fastening
something so that I my elbows were almost touching. Then he sat on a
straight-backed chair, pulled me over his lap, and yanked down my
panties in the back. The woman opened a drawer in a tall sideboard and
took out several instruments, considering each. They were a riding
crop, sorority paddle, and thick leather strap with wooden handle, all
familiar to me from my extensive on-line reading. I tried to wriggle
free but he gave my shoulder a hard warning squeeze.
She asked him, "Which of these should I use on our new sissy?"
He palpitated my buttocks, as if trying to determine how much punishment
they could withstand, and told her, "Why not try all three? We'll find
out what she's made of. When the pretty girl in the car was saying
goodnight to her, I heard her call this little piece of fluff Pet. And
now she's our pet. This is going to be so exciting."
"Really. And for a long long time. After she's fully trained, we might
even end up exporting Pet to one of the super-rich members of our
circle. She could be a harem slave or something equally bizarre."
I was stuck, with no way out anytime soon. Maybe Lilith would rescue
me... eventually. Or maybe not. And if she did, perhaps she would make
me go back to reading stories on Fictionmania and then causing me to
live them. Either way, I was starting a new life, with the probability
of many unpleasant surprises yet to come. At least Lilith would find
out what she had speculated about, which was just how interested I
really was in what I read on Fictionmania. And I would find out, too.
Jeannie
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