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Taken hostage! I was walking along a hot busy street without a care in the world on holiday abroad. I was handsome, slim, brimming full of confidence and my gorgeous blond girlfriend walked closely next to me, her man, with her small arm wrapped round mine. The dark skinned locals stopped and watched us as we walked by, open mouthed as if seeing stunningly attractive superstars in the flesh for the first time. My girlfriend, Samantha, was tall for a girl but slim and beautiful. She wore a red pleated mini skirt that flounced from side to side at the back when she walked. Her long blond pony tail swayed in unison. She wore long red stilettos, which I believe are hard to walk in but she loved the look so much that she never wore anything else but stilettos when out. Her tight white t-shirt wrapped round her small but pert breasts snugly, emphasising their roundness, and then it stopped 2 inches above her navel. She wore thick mascara with green and blue tinges of eye shadow blending into her high arched brow, emphasising her large round beautiful eyes. And her lips. Oh my, her lips. They were red, deep red, bright and glossy, almost like mirrors. Her lips were sexy, luscious and demanding. I think it was her lips that drew the attention of the onlookers. I strode next to her in my light blue t-shirt and grey cargo pants with solid walking boots clicking on the rough pavement. We were invincible. But then it happened. My world changed in an instant. I went from hero master of the universe to a snivelling scared minnow in just a few minutes. Out of nowhere came 2 large black cars. They screeched to a halt in front and behind us, and a dozen large men covered in masks, brandishing machine guns and machetes charged out. We both were bagged with foul smelling canvas sacks over our heads, followed by tape around our mouths. Strong hands grabbed us from all sides and bundled us into the back of the cars. I was punched and my hands and feet were secured tightly in strong cable ties. I was trussed up, in pain and scared. I could not see or hear Sam who I guess was bundled into the other car. I was forced onto the floor with 6 heavily booted feet pushing me down and the last I remember was smelling some awful chemical stench before it sent me to sleep. I don't know how long I was out for, nor how far I was driven but I slowly came to in a sitting position with my hands tied behind the chair. I did not hurt so they must have stopped hitting me once I passed out. I still had the bag on my head but even so, it did not take me long to realise I was naked. Somebody had stripped me while I was out. I heard the door open and some footsteps came in before my hood was a yanked off. "Hello pussy," growled a tall thickset gruff man. "Who are you and what is the mea..." As I shouted out the man smashed me in the stomach with the butt of a heavy machine gun. The pain was immense as I doubled up and cried out loud in shock. "Shut up pussy. Only I talk. Got it?" He grabbed me by my long fair hair, pulling my face up to look into his eyes. I nodded slowly. "We need you to do something for us. You are going to be here for a while because we need to train you.... To alter you a little... So you can do the little job we have for you. Once you do that job we will let you go. Believe me pussy, we will let you go if you do what we want. You cannot recognise us. No policeman will come after us. So we have no problem letting you go. ... If you do what we say." I knew better than to speak so just looked at him. I was confused. Who are these guys and what do they want from me. What do they mean by 'alter me'? "Now here is the thing pussy. We don't need your little girlfriend. She is no use to us and I will have to assign a man to look after her all the time you are here. And feed her. And hide her. So I would rather she was dead." "You bastard - I am an English....." A heavy gun whacked my face as I shouted at him and I was out again. I came to. I think I was only out for a few minutes. The awful man was pulling my long hair tightly and was staring at me intently. "Only I talk pussy. Do you agree?" I nodded meekly. Suddenly the door burst open and a small mousy lady ran in with her hands waving. "Angelo... You have to...." Suddenly the man let go of my hair, turned to the lady, pulled out his gun and shot her right in the chest. The sound of the gun in the bare walled room was immense and I jumped out of my skin. I saw the lady grab her chest and red blood appeared before she was propelled by the force of the gun back through the door. One of the other men ran out after her and slammed the door shut. "Now Marko," said the man softly to one of the other guys, "did I not say that only I speak?" One of the other men grinned and nodded. Angelo turned back to me and smiled. I was completely petrified. I had never seen a gun before this close let alone hear it used. I felt scared. I was so vulnerable, tied up naked in the chair and petrified that I shook. "So pussy. As I was saying. I do not need your girlfriend so here is the deal. She is my insurance to make sure you do what we say. If not, we kill her. You will only EVER talk when spoken to. Or I kill her. You will do everything we ask no matter what it is, straight away and eagerly. Or I will kill her. Even if you hesitate then I will kill her. I will NEVER warn you. Not even once. I will just kill her. Then if she is dead I will have lost my hold over you and I will kill you. Do you understand?" I nodded eagerly and quickly. "Good pussycat," said the rough man and he let go of my hair. "We are going to test you now. If you fail, hesitate, argue or even look at me in a funny way then she dies. Got it pussycat?" I did not like being called "pussy" but somehow "pussycat" was worse. But that was the least of my problems and I nodded quickly as another man behind me suddenly put a collar round me. It was odd. It was soft - I think made of something fluffy. I looked down and saw a little bit of the fluff fall to the floor. It was pink! I found out my collar was attached to a lead as the man behind me handed it to my tormentor. It was also bright pink and fluffy. What the hell was going on. "Kneel down and place your hands demurely in your lap but make sure your little cock is not covered. Then look down," barked Angelo. I did as he said. Suddenly the man behind me grabbed my hair hard and yanked back my head. He then stuffed a load of cut onions in my eyes. They strung like hell and instantly made my eyes red and watery. As he rubbed in the onions tears streaked down my face. He pushed my head downwards and stepped back. "Now you are ready for our little show pussycat," whispered Angelo in my ear. "Remember do what I say or your pretty little girlfriend is dead." Meanwhile Sam was in a room down the corridor. She had been given very different treatment. She was chained to a wall with a 5 meter chain to her ankle but was otherwise free. She had been abusing and shouting at her captors, hitting out and scratching them at any opportunity. 3 big men were bruised and battered with scratches and cuts to their faces. Yet they had hardly touched Sam at all. As she shouted and screamed they tried to pacify her but she just fought harder. She demanded to be released and wanted to see me. She spat out her food and threw the plate and cutlery at her captors. Yet they did not even raise their hands to her. "I want to see Pete and I want to see him now," she demanded while staring intently at the big ugly and bruised man in front of her. Suddenly the door opened and in walked Angelo. "You are a vicious one aren't you." He smiled. "Not like your soft boyfriend. Why he has been balling his eyes out and pleading to let him go." "Never," snapped Sam. "He can beat 5 of you with one hand tied behind his back. He never cries." Angelo burst into a loud laugh. "Oh no tough lady, people react differently to these situations and your sissy little Peter is a little pussycat. He says he will do anything to let him go - and he doesn't mind if he leaves you here as long as he can escape." "Fucking bullshit," shouted Sam as she lashed out at Angelo, drawing blood from his nose. "Ouch," he cried and stepped back in alarm. "She is much tougher than her so called man. Bring him in and show her." One of the biggest thugs left and soon the door opened. Sam could not see me properly because I was behind the large man, making me look small and insignificant. He handed my leash to Angelo who whispered for me to stand there with my hands by my side. He told me to look at Sam but say nothing. I looked across the room and saw Sam. I was so pleased to see she was fully clothed and OK. For me I was totally naked and showed no bumps or bruises apart from red eyes and tears. Behind Sam, and out of her sight, a man pulled a gun and pointed it to her head. He looked at me with a knowing nod. "Here is your brave man, crying like a baby because we won't let him go. As I said he will do anything to escape, won't you pussycat," sneered Angelo while he faced me and grabbed my bum, pulling me towards him. "Kick him in the nuts Peter. Show him you can't be broken." Angelo quickly whispered in my ear, "Do what I ask now or she dies immediately." He turned to Sam. "Oh you underestimate the power of fear my brave girl. Peter if I give you a present will you give me one back? And if you are a very good pussy cat I will consider letting you go." I nodded enthusiastically. Angelo pulled something out of his pocket. He gathered my long hair into a pony tail like a spout on the top of my head and wrapped round a sort of elongated hair clip. It was like a little tube 6 inches long that had 5 cute pink bows up it. When he clipped it to my hair, my pony tail stayed upright on my head with the cute little bows staying there one on top of the other. He whispered in my ear. "Smile and look over to Sam, then you give me a long loving kiss with your arms round my neck. And look grateful!" I stared at him and he gesticulated for me to look at Sam. I smiled and looked over to her. She was looking angry and confused. But behind her, out of her vision, 2 men had their guns cocked and aimed at her head. I looked up and Angelo and leant towards him kissing him briefly on his lips. I heard Sam shout, "Peter what the fuck are you doing!" Angelo grabbed my head with one hand and pulled me to him, kissing me hard on my lips. I responded and kissed him enthusiastically because I knew that if I didn't Sam would be shot. Angelo grabbed my bare bum with his other hand and since he was so strong he lifted me up towards him. I was raised onto my tiptoes and to Sam it looked like I was lifting into his kiss like a love struck girl. He grabbed one leg and made me wrap it round his legs as we kissed deeper and deeper. Angelo whispered for me to groan a little and told me to wrap my arms round him. So I groaned as he kissed me again and reached up to wrap my arms round him pulling his head to me like a girl in love. His body started to grind against my cock, which thank God did not respond in any way. If you looked quickly it would look like a naked blond girl in a pony tail eagerly kissing her man with her hands wrapped round his neck. "How could you!" yelled Sam as she rushed forward only to be restrained by the chain on her leg. "Stop kissing him and act like a man. What the fuck is wrong with you!" Angelo pulled me off him and led out the door, yanking my lead as I fell after him. "My little princess and I have some unfinished business. She'll see you later." I heard Sam shouting abuse as the door was slammed and Angelo stuffed a gag in my mouth, tying it round my neck. He led me to another room. It was full of TV screens and had a large king size bed in the middle. The room was all fluffy and pink like a feminine girl's room. The televisions were playing pornographic films. There were very attractive sexy ladies together on some screens and ladies and men together on some others. It was only later I discovered that most of the girls were actually young men. Angelo pushed me onto the bed roughly saying "You did well. Rest here princess and someone will come to see you soon." 'Princess!' I disliked 'pussy', hated 'pussycat' but 'Princess' was really annoying given the circumstances. What the hell was going on? Who are these people and what on earth is this room all about. I felt scared, angry and very ashamed of what these people had forced me to do in front of Sam. But what else could I do? I turned over on the bed and sobbed - I could not stop myself. After a while I gathered my thoughts and slapped myself on the face. I needed to get my act together and see if I can get out of here. The first thing was to rip off those stupid pink bows and try to find something to wear. Being naked is a way to keep me down and I wasn't going to stay like it. I got up and looked into the wardrobes. They were full of ladies clothes. I searched for some pants but there were only stunning dresses and skirts. There were some tops but they were all frilly or pink satin or delicate lace. I tried the drawers but they were full of lingerie. I noticed that everything was new - still with their labels as if they had just all been bought. But for what purpose and for whom? There was a bathroom so I ventured inside. At least I could wrap a towel round me. There was only one small pink towel. Well that would have to do. I wrapped the towel round my waist to cover myself up. It just reached round so I could tie a knot but the towel only came down to just below my cheeks. At least I wasn't naked. Suddenly the door opened and in walked the most stunning lady I had ever seen. She was tall - maybe 6 inches taller than me - and very slim with quite large breasts. But it was what she was wearing that stunned me. A red leather corset tightened to form an impossibly small waist. She had a matching tiny mini skirt and the tallest red stilettos I had ever seen on the end of some thigh high boots. She had long black gloves and layers of makeup. She wore some tiny satin panties that showed off the curve of her ladyness. Her hair was jet black and pulled into a long pony tail reaching below her curvy bottom. She was stunning and for some reason I thought how pleased I was that there was no doubt she was a girl. "Hello Princess. I am here to help you prepare for your task in the weeks ahead. Oh that is a pretty mini skirt you are wearing. The colour goes so well with your hair." Mini skirt! I was stunned and about to start shouting at her when she put her finger to my lips and whispered, "Now Princess just cos Angelo is not here the rules stay the same." And suddenly all the tv screens changed to show Sam's cell. Sam was still in her red mini and shirt but she was banging the door with her stilettos. Then the camera moved to a grate in the wall behind her and a rifle barrel pointed through, aimed at her head. The camera changed to a person holding the other end of the gun and a grinning man winked at the camera. I realised I had no choice. The screens changed back to the pornographic films. "Now first thing Princess is to put your bows back. They are so cute. Go and get them for me." I did as asked and the girl clipped my bows back on, making a high spouted pony tail of my hair. "My name is Miss Jane. Now I am going to dress you in the way you must stay. You must not take off what I put on you unless I allow you to. Now be quiet while I dress you." Jane went to the dressing table and opened the drawer, taking out a number of bags. The first one held a strange sort of leather contraption. She took off my towel and made me step into it. I found out it was a male version of a chastity belt made to hold my thingy in place. It tucked me back under myself holding it securely in place. Jane told me I can still go to the toilet by sitting down like a girl. Every now and then, especially when pulling on this contraption I started to complain but someone must have been watching and as soon as I opened my mouth the screens changed to show Sam. Eventually I knew I had no chance to change this and slowly slumped into obedience, doing everything asked of me without question. But I was still very confused, scared and angry. Jane took me into the bathroom and spread some cream all over my body. It stung while she made me sit in the bath. After 15 minutes she made me shower and to my horror I saw all my body hair disappear with the water. I was completely smooth. What the hell did they want from me. Next Jane unwrapped another bag and showed something else for me to step into. It was a very lacy suspender belt with 6 clips hanging down. She then produced a pair of stockings. She told me to sit on the bed while she wrapped them on the end of my foot and unrolled them over my legs. It was then that the first strange feeling of a sensual nature started to come over me. The feeling of the soft silky stockings over my smooth legs was incredible. As Jane pulled on the second leg and clipped them to my suspenders I could not help but gasp a little. Jane looked at me intently and smiled. "Stockings feel nice don't they Princess?" I started to complain but she held her finger in my lips. "Shh Princess... It is no use denying it. I can see it and feel it in your breathing. It is OK and entirely natural. They are sexy, whether you are a man or a woman. And I know that you are feeling something appearing between your legs but it is no use, it cannot grow." Jane was right. I was getting excited. Maybe it was my legs being caressed by this exceptionally sexy woman or maybe it was my stockings. Or maybe both. It is so odd for me to be thinking of "my" stockings but that was what went into my head. Jane then showed me some undies. They were exquisite. Soft and satiny with layers of lace. Jane made me stand as she slid them up my legs, pulling them tight and covering my chastity belt. Jane walked over to the drawers and brought out a pink box tied with a ribbon. She undid the ribbon and removed the lid, showing a mass of delicate paper. On unwrapping the paper she brought out the contents. A pink full corset! Oh no, surely she did not want me to wear this! Jane moved in front of me and wrapped the corset round my body. She asked me to hold it in place while she clipped up the front - there must have been 30 clips! She then made me turn round and started to pull the strings tight. Tighter and tighter. Omg I could hardly breath. But tighter she pulled as it constricted my waist. She reminded me how tight her corset was and she did not complain so rebuked me for being a sissy. Tighter and tighter. She tied off the strings and I heard two clicks. Janet told me they were little padlocks so I had no chance of removing my corset unless she did it. "My corset!" The bra section was for a girl with small cups but was made so that it pushed my little mounds of skin out a little. It was made of very thin material and when Jane brushed my nipples softly I could feel her touch easily. It made me shiver which made Jane smile at me knowingly. Finally Jane found a pair of super high pink stiletto pumps that she made me stand in. There were two locks at the back of the heel that she snapped shut. Looking down my front I could not believe what I saw. A super smooth corset with three delicate layers of lace at the top of the bra. Each layer contained tiny roses down into the lace. This was matched by three layers of lace at the base of my corset. It struck me that this was not a cheap item. Somebody spent serious money on my lingerie. Stretching sexily out from the corset were two long smooth legs wrapped in satin shiny stockings. All finished off with some 'fuck me' stiletto boots. I knew it was me but it looked like a sexy girl. Things stirred in my groin but to no avail since my cock was tightly bound to my body. The sensation was excruciating. I needed relief but could get none. I turned myself on so much that it hurt. Jane finished off by attaching some metal callipers to my arms and my legs so they could not move! What the fuck was this all about! Jane saw my distress and actually spoke to me for the first time. She told me that my legs and arms were too muscly for a girl so they had to restrict movement so they would waste. She said that 4 weeks of total inactivity would make a huge difference. What! 4 weeks dressed as a tart and immobile! I felt increasingly desolate. How could this happen to me. Jane said she would come back later to work on my hair and makeup but she would leave me alone for now. And there I was, dressed in sexy stockings, bra and corset, with rigid arms and legs laying helplessly in a large pink fluffy bed. The porno films played on screens all around the room. It was then that I saw how many of the girls were really young men, dressed sexily just like me. The films were sexy. The girly young men were gorgeous and were being caressed by beautiful women or handsome men. I watched in amazement and became increasingly aroused, much against my wishes. I wanted to come. I could not touch myself because of my chastity belt and my callipers. Yet I could move slightly and writhe on the bed in my corset and panties. Even with the callipers on I could rub my stockinged legs against each other and suddenly realised how sensual silk felt on my legs. My cock strained against my chastity belt and I became increasingly frustrated. This went on for ages. I don't know how long but it was hours. Eventually the screens went off and in walked Jane. "How are you going Princess?" She asked gently. "If you are a little excited I can help you." I knew I should tell her to leave me alone but after hours of sensual teasing I needed relief. I could not help myself and spoke softly, "Jane yes please help me." That was the start of the end and we both knew it. I was dressed as a girl and should be revolted but instead I had begged Jane to satisfy me because I was excited. Jane went to the wardrobe and brought out something stunning. It was a baby doll nighty. A very pale pink colour with lacy frilly shoulder straps. But what made it beautiful was the material. The nighty had 6 layers of gossamer like material to the bodice. It was so light and airy that each layer floated in the breeze as she carried it. Like soft fairy wings, almost entirely see though wafting and floating in the wind. The hem was covered in tiny layers of lace, each with hundreds of embroidered roses made of the same impossibly light material. Even though I was a man I was enthralled by this gorgeous negligee. Jane pressed some clips on my callipers and the joints suddenly became movable. She pulled me up so I was sitting on the side of the bed. She asked me to lift my arms in the air and pulled the pink wonderful negligee over my arms. It softly cascaded down my body as slowly and gently as a mass of feathers falling in the wind. It felt wonderful. It caressed my skin and gently stopped moving with the pretty hem laying on my legs. "Feel your breasts through your negligee," suggested Jane and I could not resist. I started to caress the gorgeous material as Jane quickly reached down and pulled off my panties. She magically released my chastity belt and instantly my cock sprang up. I groaned loudly at its release. "Use your nighty to caress your body, and let yourself go," said Jane as she suddenly started stroking my cock with one hand and inserted a finger in my mouth with her other hand. "Suck me" she ordered. I started to softly rub my breasts with my nightly. It felt like heaven. I moved one hand to my bum and used the lines of roses to rub my skin. I sucked eagerly on her finger as I felt her caress my cock. I started to moan loudly as best I could with a finger in my mouth. Jane rubbed me up and down and I responded by rocking into her touch. She put a second finger in my mouth and I sucked hard as she moved her fingers in and out, matching her movements up and down with her hand on my cock. I was in heaven. I had never felt so sensual. I should stop but was overcome by desire. Jane moved her hand on my cock faster and the movement of her fingers in and out matched the rhythm of my hips. I grabbed my breasts with both hands and rubbed eagerly. It just seemed the right thing to do as I sucked her harder and harder. Jane leant down to my ear and whispered, "My pretty girl. So gorgeous. You may come now Princess." That was all I needed. I exploded in orgasm sucking her fingers madly, thrusting my pussy into her hands and rubbing my breasts. I orgasmed like I had never done in the past. It was sensual and explosive. After more than a minute I was spent and flopped back on the bed. Jane clipped back my callipers and reattached my chastity belt. "Good girl. Did you enjoy that?" Without realising that she was calling me a girl I whispered, "Yes Miss Jane I loved it." Jane smiled. She cleaned me up and took off my nighty. She then left me as the porno films came back on. That started a routine. For days upon days I would watch lots of different porno movies. But as time went on some of them were of me and Jane. I lived in a constant state of sexual arousal to be relieved only after being dressed in my stunning negligee. I came to rely in that negligee. I wanted to wear it more and more. Just the thought of it excited me to such an intense level. I did not realise how much they were training my brain to react, but I was becoming pink putty in Jane's hands. Every now and then the routine would change. Jane would come in and wash my hair, drenching it in layers of gooey hair softener. As my hair grew it became softer - softer than any girl's hair I had touched. And it grew longer and longer which allowed her to curl it into long luscious curls. I used to lay and caress it when Jane let my callipers loose. Jane started putting makeup on me and after a while started showing me how to do it myself. It was all done by a reward system. If I was a good girl (girl!) she would let me dress in my pink negligee and let me caress my breasts and she would make me orgasm with her hands. I came to need it more than food. Over time my legs and arms started to waste away and became increasingly slim. My legs were so sexy, and Jane brought new pairs of stockings as my legs became long and slender. But one day I was shocked so much that I did try and resist. Even my nighty could not pacify me. Jane had been feeding me small amounts of food and a bunch of pills. I did not know what they were at first but when my breasts started growing, my skin and hair became soft, and my nipples started to get larger and more sensitive I realised they were hormones. I tried to resist them when I found out but Jane was too strong for me. That was not the time I resisted hard though. It was when Jane told me I was going to get some breast implants that I fought back. This could not happen. But they showed film of Sam again. She looked different. She was dressed in leather pants with a leather t-shirt. She looked somehow strong and taught. Her hair had been cut shorter. She still looked gorgeous, but different. Jane told me she did a lot of exercise every day and had stopped screaming at people! But again the gun was pointing at her head and I had no choice. I awoke from the operation and saw my new breasts. They were not huge, maybe only a B cup but they were pert and pointed upwards. Jane came across with my nighty and I instantly became excited as I always did. But it looked different. My breasts changed the way it hung on me. As Jane started to caress me as she always did I touched my new breasts. I gasped. The sensation of my nipples, made sensual by the hormones, plus my new shape gave me a feeling that was beyond belief. I moaned loudly, very loudly. Jane stuck her fingers in my mouth again but something was different. I looked down and saw that it was a large dildo in my mouth instead of her fingers. I did not care. I sucked on it in my soft red lipsticked lips and rubbed myself against Jane's touch. This time when I orgasmed it was different, instead of feeling the sensation in my cock and stomach I became tense all over my body. The orgasm rocked through my body creating convulsions all over. It was so intense I screamed and cried. I rocked for minutes with desire and passion as I rubbed my negligee against my new breasts. And then I said something for the first time as I gagged on the rubber cock in my mouth. "Fuck me!" I garbled. "Please fuck me." It was all over. Jane smiled at me. "Princess it it time you got up and saw everyone. But first, you should see yourself and the beautiful girl you have become." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- - I had just experienced the most amazing orgasm ever and was still shaking on the bed in my gorgeous pink negligee. ?Well now Princess,? whispered Jane, ?it?s time for you to see what you have become.? The door opened and in came two strong men, one holding a full length mirror. Jane and the other man unclipped the callipers on my arms and legs, allowing me to move them properly for the first time in months. I looked down to see how shockingly emaciated they had become. Gone were my manly muscles; they had almost entirely wasted away leaving my limbs slim and smooth like a girl?s. I was also very weak, unable to stand easily. Even if I wanted to fight, my arms were so weak I would have been useless. Jane had me sit on the bed, wearing my stunningly beautiful pink lacy corset. My original corset had been replaced several times as I continued to slim down. My waist must now only be 22 inches or so without the corset, but it was laced so tightly that I was sure it could only be 16 inches now. Yet I had become so accustomed to it that I had no trouble moving or breathing. My tiny waist emphasised my pert breasts, almost popping out just above the triple layer of lace around my corset bust. Jane slipped a new shimmery pair of stockings on my legs, a feeling I now loved, and completely removed my chastity harness. Jane lifted me up and led me to a drawer containing lots of pairs of perfumed panties. ?Which ones would you like to wear Princess? I think something with lots of layers of lace would go nicely with your corset.? I had been so brainwashed by the months of captivity watching porno films with young men dressed as beautiful girls that I could not help but want to find something pretty to wear. I rummaged around and found the perfect pair. They indeed had many layers of gossamer thin lace around the bum but were still small and sexy. I eagerly stepped into them and pulled them up my smooth legs, wiggling my bum as I did so. One of the men laughed and spoke in a foreign language to Jane. She laughed with him. ?He cannot believe you are so feminine - he says if he wasn?t married he would like to make you his wife. A nice white girl would go well in his household?. I blushed red. Even though I had been programmed to love my clothes I didn?t see myself as a girl and I certainly didn?t want to be touched by a man. But I knew better than to complain and just smiled sweetly at him. Jane then spent ages doing my make-up and hair. She carefully painted my toenails and finger nails in a pale pink colour to match my lingerie. She even pierced my ears and hung long diamond dangly earrings on each ear. All this time I was not allowed to see myself since the giant man stood between me and the mirror. All the time both men watched me smiling. The one who spoke definitely had a bulge in his trousers which I found both disconcerting and exciting. Somehow excited that I could do this to a man. Jane finished off by pulling a shiny satin pair of long gloves up my tiny arms. They had holes in the fingers leaving space for her to smother my fingers in pretty rings. The only thing left was my shoes. Jane found a pair of shiny pink stiletto pumps with 5 inch heels. She slipped them onto my feet and once again clipped a lock at the back of each. I knew I could not stand on these shoes, especially as I could hardly even stand in my stockings. But I must admit they made my legs look long and sexy. The giant man?s bulge became even more pronounced and I smiled at him as he tried to hide it with his gun. ?Now it is time,? whispered Jane. ?Bulge? and Jane lifted me to my feet and faced me towards the mirror. As the giant man moved out of it?s line of view I could not believe what I saw. No longer did I see the Master of the Universe, but I saw a tiny waisted, long legged, blond curly headed, gorgeously pretty model staring at me. I was absolutely stunning. I breathed in and gulped before my mouth hung open. My pretty eyes opened even wider giving an impression of a plastic doll. For that is what I was, a gorgeous Barbie doll. How had this happened? What had I become? ?Now Princess. We have another test for you. The rules have not changed. You only speak when Angelo speaks and you must do everything he says without question. If not, your girlfriend WILL die. Do you understand Princess?? I nodded, remembering the poor girl who had been shot in front of me just because Angelo was in a bad mood. If he could kill her so easily, a foreign prisoner stood no chance. ?Bulge? suddenly bent over and scooped me up in his arms. I was like a feather rag doc to him. As he held me tightly I could not help rest my head on his shoulder, watching my long blond locks cascade over his arms. I saw my thin stockinged legs together in front of me draping over his strong arms. I hated it, but I also loved the feeling of being so pretty and girly in his arms. I think that must have been the programming but maybe it was something already inside me. A man cannot understand this feeling; of being feminine, pretty and vulnerable. It is a terribly appealing sensation taking you back to childhood with your father and mother. Perhaps that?s why I let my self fold into his body as he carried me. ?Bulge? smiled at me, just inches from my red lips. I felt sure he wanted to kiss me?. and I was not sure what I felt about that. I shuddered, came to my senses and looked away. What were they going to do to me now? ?Be careful Domitri. She belongs to Angelo,? snapped Jane and the man suddenly pulled away from me, regaining a stern look on his face. It had not been lost on me that Jane had called me ?she?. I guess the way I looked with my stunning body and pretty face I was more a ?she? than a ?he?, even in my mind. ?????????????????????????? As I was carried along the corridor by this hunk of a man I felt the breeze blow through my soft silken hair and a sense of coldness on my smooth stockinged legs. I suddenly felt frightened, not knowing what lay ahead. What if I saw Sam like this; what would she think of me. I hoped she had been treated well. I hoped she was still alive! I heard voices getting louder. Male and female, laughing, having fun. I was taken into the room and a hush suddenly fell around the room. I was put down on the floor as Jane came up and told me to sit on my knees with my hands in my lap. I could not stand anyway. There were maybe 20 people int the room. They all gathered round me, touching my hair and rubbing my smooth skin, talking away excitedly. Some were laughing and nudging each other. Women came up and touched my cheek and hair; I could see they were marvelling at my looks indicating that I was so pretty. In one corner stood a girl I had not yet spied with blond hair and a strong muscly body. She stared at me with a stern look on her face. Incredulous that this pretty little feminine doll was once her strong masculine boyfriend. She hardly recognised me at first but it slowly dawned on her who this creature was. Then I heard Angelo shout something and they all moved back. Angelo stood in front of me, towering over my scantily clad pretty body. He leaned down and whispered. ?Say nothing. Do what I say and look like you are enjoying it. You know what will happen. Now kiss me.? I arched my head up and softly kissed Angelo on his lips. I felt his hard mouth against mine while he felt the softness of my red lips move like marshmallows as I caressed him with them. The training had made me more soft and feminine than I had realised. Everyone murmured and smiled. ?Bring it,? he barked to Jane. She moved to him holding out my beloved negligee, the gossamer layers blowing like they were made out of air. I could see some of the women admiring its beauty. Angelo held it up in front of me and as if in a trance, following my programming, I extended my arms as he draped it over me. As it always does, I felt my cock start to grow, straining against my panties. I delicately moved my pink nailed fingers down and slipped them off my cock, allowing it to break free and start going upwards. I was now under the spell of my programming and needed a dildo in my mouth to suck. I instinctively opened my mouth and leaned forward expecting one to be placed there. Angelo shouted across at Sam. ?See your sissy boyfriend. See how he kisses me and his cock grows. He could have left ages ago but he loves being a girl. Look a our Princess?. I was oblivious, rubbing my breasts with my red mouth open waiting for it to be filled. Angelo dropped his pants and undies as his huge cock sprung out. He shoved it towards my face. I felt it touch my cheek and grabbed it with both hands, greedily wrapping my red lips around the end and started sucking. I moaned and sucked, feeling him inside my mouth. One of the other men can over and started rubbing my breasts. I gasped and stared moaning. Although my mouth was stifled you could hear me saying fuck me fuck me as I moved my mouth faster and faster over Angelo?s cock, now growing enormous in my mouth. Angelo grabbed my head and started to pull me towards him, pushing his cock right into my mouth to the back.I had become used to this and took it easily in. moaning and groaning as I slurped and sucked him. Everybody started to cheer as Angelo rode my face faster and faster. My cock now straining and as large as it could go. Angelo moved his foot into my crutch and rubbed me with his boot a I shuddered and started rocking myself into him, letting his foot rub up and down my cock. I was in heaven. I could feel my stilettos push against my bum as I rocked back and forwards. My corset strained against my waist. My breasts moved back and forwards as my body was rocked to the rhythm of Angelo?s thrusts. I was in heaven. Oblivious to everything except the feeling of my cock and breasts being rubbed and a gorgeous huge cock beating in and out of my mouth over my smooth sensuous red lips. Angelo grabbed my hair and pulled me faster and more roughly. I screamed ?Yes. Yes. Oh Yes? garbling out around the base of his cock. Suddenly he stopped writhing. I knew what was coming. He shuddered, pushed hard and suddenly let out a massive groan as I felt him explode in my mouth. I felt his juices stream into me as I sucked hard and swallowed eagerly. My own orgasm exploded over my nighty covering my stockings as it spurted up. Then he pulled back,bent down and kissed me softly on my lips. ?Did you enjoy that Princess?,? he said softly. ?Oh yes sir,? I whispered. ?See Sam,? he shouted, ?See how his cock grew and he orgasmed - he loves it. You cannot fake that. I think he always loved it but he needed me to bring it out. See what your boyfriend really is? Slowly I came out of my trance and realised what I had done in front of everyone. Jane tossed me a tissue and I embarrassingly mopped up the juices over my negligee and legs. I turned bright red as I saw everyone laughing at me. Then I saw her. One of them had come over in front of me while I was looking down mopping up my stockinged legs. I saw some heavy boots in front of me and followed the body up to see a strong muscly female in front of me. Just as she did not recognise me at first, I did not recognise her. Then it dawned on me. It was Sam and she had just seen what I had done. Here I was in front of this toned, tough looking female in the prettiest lingerie ever, with breasts, golden blond cascading hair and layers of make-up, with smudged red lips over my face after my cock sucking. I opened my mouth to speak but she moved so fast. Her boot kicked me hard in my stomach, banging against the clips of my corset, while a hard fist smashed into my cheek and nose. Blood splattered out as I smashed down into the ground. ?You sissy faggot,? snarled Sam ?How can you have done this to me. I have been waiting for you to come and rescue me for all this time while you have been playing at being a girly and sucking off cocks.? I tried to speak her boot connected with my mouth. ?Shut the fuck up?. Princess?. Sam spun round and stormed out of the room as everyone cheered and laughed. They turned away from me, leaving my feminine battered body laying in my own pool of blood. I started to cry. Jane gently lifted me up in her arms and carried me out, softly kissing me on the lips. Angelo walks behind us as we returned to my pussy girl?s prison along the hall. ?She?s ready,? said Jane. ?Yes,? said Angelo, ?and her girlfriend Sam reacted just as we hoped so she will be ready soon as well. Then we can put our plans into action. Freedom for us all is near; I can feel it. Put in her tongue stud?. ?Ok,? said Jane smiling to herself. ?I?ll get it in today?. I heard none of this. I just wanted to get back to my pretty room and clean myself up. I was confused in so many ways. What was happening to Sam? What was happening to me? Where will this all end, if it ever will? ??????????????????????????? Back in my room I played on the bed and cried. Jane came in with a drink in her hand. ?Drink this sweetie. It will make you feel better?. As always, I did what Jane asked. It tasted a little bitter but I drank it all down. Almost immediately I felt dizzy and before I knew it I was out cold. I don?t know how long I was out but when I came to I had an awful stinging pain in my tongue. Something large was attached to my tongue about a centimetre behind the tip. It was huge and horrible. Although still dizzy I jumped up to the mirror to see what had happened. Inside my mouth I saw a strange tongue stud. Above the tongue was a small silver shape - which I recognised clearly as a cock! It was 1cm long and at the end it was shiny as if it had a jewel on it. I lifted my tongue and saw that the underside was a large pair of testicles, maybe 2 centimetres wide. They had stuck a huge cock and balls in my mouth. It was ridiculously big and really uncomfortable. ?What ttthe. What isth thisth?!? I could not talk properly - the bloody cock made me lisp. I screamed in dismay as Jane entered the room. ?I?m sorry Princess. It is something Angelo insisted on. There is a reason for it?, said Jane. ?Get it out Jane. It isth horrible. Pleasth take it out!?, I begged. Just then the TVs in my room burst into life. There was a strange picture showing on all of them. It was kind of a pinky dark smudge. As I opened my mouth the picture changed and I saw the top of a lip and part of a ceiling. I realised it was my room, and then I realised the camera was in my mouth. The stud was a camera!! ?Yes dear,? soothed Jane, ?It is a camera. You need to get used to it because it will be in there some time. There is no use protesting. Now come on, you need to get dressed. You need to get ready for the next stage.? The ?next stage? as it turned out gave me a level of unexpected freedom. Jane explained that I was allowed out of my room and was going to be the maid for the team. My job was to clean and look after everyone. If I was a good girl then they would treat me well and I could stay out of my room. If I was bad, or tried to escape, then they would lock me back up. When Jane told me I would become a maid I guessed my uniform would not be plain, and I guessed right. Jane showed me a line of frill pretty, sissy maids dresses in a range of bright and pastel colours. She decided my first time out I needed to be very girly so she pulled out the frilliest baby pink dress I had ever seen. It had a low cut front to show off my breasts and puffed sleeves with 3 layers of lace around the edge. The waist was tiny, which meant I had to always wear a super tightly laced up corset. It made movement very difficult but brought my waist to an impossible small size. Around my waist was tied a wide pink sash that clipped onto a huge bow at the back. The bow was probably a 18 inches wide and twelve inches high. two long ribbons cascade down to just above the floor. Jane made me wear 3 petticoats, which ensured the skirt of my dress stuck out almost straight like a ballerina?s tutu. The skirt and petticoats were very short so that when i walked you could see my panties, which were pastel pink and covered in tiny rows of lace like a little girl?s. She dressed me in white stockings with little pink bunnies down the edge of each and finished off with a pair of patent leather shiny pink pumps with 4 inch heels. Jane finished by fluffing out my long blond hair and spent ages on my makeup, ensuring I looked as much like a Barbie doll as possible. During the dressing session another lady came in and injected collagen in my lips. I was already very girly looking but this made my lips plump and gorgeous, although Jane did not let me see myself until everything was finished. I could see that my lipstick was bright pink with shiny sparkles in it. She applied 3 layers of gloss after three layers of lipstick. She attached long earrings and adorned me in some lovely jewellery including necklaces, rings and an ankle bracelet. Then she turned me to the mirror to see myself. I saw the prettiest, slimmest, tiniest waisted, blondest and pinkest girl I had ever seen. I looked like a doll; a pretty, stunning, wonderful doll. It was me. I should have been shocked and distressed, but for the first time, I loved it. I felt a strange feeling through my tummy, jumping madly in excitement. I loved that girl, and I loved that it was me. Perhaps it was the final nail in the coffin for my male side. I knew from that moment ion that I was a girl inside. And I loved it. ??????????????????????????????????? For the next few weeks I was the maid. Serving all the men, cleaning, cooking and fussing over them. After the first few days when they all laughed at me and kept lifting my skirt and smacking my bottom, things started to settle down. I became part of the furniture and they treated my nicely. They soon started treating me like a pretty girl. Sure I did their bidding but they were polite and caring, sometimes standing up to help me if I had trouble picking things up in my tight corset. I even started getting used to the cock tongue stud in my mouth, although I now lisped all the time. Every so often the TV would show images from the camera on my stud. Often just the inside of my mouth. They made me stick out my tongue and I could see parts of the room as I moved around. It was really weird! Sam was there of course, and she made a point of ignoring me. She had changed. She was strong, muscly and stern. She was still gorgeously pretty but more like an iron woman athlete. She wore green army clothes - pants and a shirt with heavy boots. She talked and laughed with the guys. Every few weeks things became tense. People huddled in corners whispering and nerves seemed to be on edge. Tempers were frayed but after any argument people hugged each other and slapped each other on the back. They were a close knit group. Then at night time they would all leave. When they returned a few hours later they were often exuberant and on a high. Some of them were injured and sometimes one or two never returned. I learned that they were out on jobs, fighting against a corrupt government. They started to confide in me, like a girlfriend, explaining that the country had become increasingly corrupt over the past few years. The President had been a good guy originally but had become ill. His wife, Morgana, had assumed control and the President was now rarely seen, but if he did appear, he was covered up and looked frail. His wife was tough. She was strong, like an Amazon, and ran the country with a rod of iron. Things became increasingly corrupt and people started disappearing. If you were in, then you were well off, if not, then you were imprisoned or worse. Angelo and the team it turned out were fighting the corrupt government. Their trips out were dangerous missions to try and hit Morgana in key areas to weaken her power. They also tried to get access to the President, to see if they could understand why he had let this happen. But so far they had not been able to make contact. I started to understand why they did what they did, and to sympathise with their cause. However nobody would tell me where I fitted in. Why had they feminised me and what was I supposed to do. Whenever I asked, they put their fingers to my lips and told me to ?Hush Princess, you will know one day?. Perhaps it was not surprising that Sam also started to support their cause, What was surprising however was that she started to go out on their missions with them. She was a soldier now, and I was just the pretty maid and confidant. One night the soldiers were going out on a mission. I was standing near the exit as they left. One of the guys, a handsome huge brute called Dominic walked past me and I smiled at him. Suddenly he came to me and grabbed me. ?Princess, this may be my last night on this Earth so give me a kiss for good luck?. And with that his arm scooped round my tiny waist and lifted me off my heels. He crushed my girly body against his and kissed me hard on the lips. His tongue forced my mouth open and invaded it, pushing my tongue to the back of my mouth. Instinctively I wrapped my arms round his huge neck and ran my fingers through his hair, kissing him back eagerly. I could feel his maleness through my layers of petticoat and felt myself melt into his storing arms. Everyone cheered as he let me go and I shouted ?Good luck Dominic and be careful?. He smiled a me, wiped my lipstick off his mouth, grabbed his machine gun and headed out into the darkness. Sam walked past at the end and looked at me in disgust before leaving as well, slamming the door behind her. I felt nervous for them, busying myself by fixing my makeup and then preparing everything for their return. I chose a white lacy maids dress to wear for their return, thinking that Dominic may like to see a pretty girl when he returned. A few hours after they returned. Everyone survived thank God. When Dominic came in he came straight over to me and hugged me tight. ?Here is my God Luck Girl! She saved my life?, he shouted laughing loudly and spinning me round like a rag doll. It turned out that Dominic was leading the team when they turned a corner to find 3 government soldiers there. They all shot at Dominic but all three missed! Dominic gunned them down. They all said later it must have been the kiss from Princess that saved him. So from that moment ever time they left for a mission my job was to give each one of them a passionate kiss as they left. They would all hug me close, put their hand on my bum through my dress and lift me up to kiss them eagerly. And I loved it! Even Sam reluctantly gave me a peck on the lips, but she roughly grabbed my hair pulling my head backwards before she did so. Occasionally she would knee me in the groin before she left for good measure. After a while the others made her treat me more like a lady, but she was never happy. ?????????????????????????????????????????? Then, one day, everything became clear. It wasn?t good, but at least I knew what they wanted from me. It all started when I heard Sam screaming in anger from a room down the hall. I could hear she was with Angelo, although he remained calm throughout. She was swearing and throwing things around, and I heard scuffles as if they were fighting. This went on for a long time - hours. Eventually it quietened down and it was clear they were discussing something earnestly. For 2 days this went on. Sometimes I heard angry voices and sometimes discussion. I continued to do my duties, deciding to wear my black dresses since bright pretty colours did not seem to match the gloomy atmosphere in the place. I thought everyone was looking at me strangely, especially as they now all helped me in my tasks. Jane came in after a couple of days and said I did not need to be the maid any more. I could wear what I liked and take it easy. This was very odd. I suppose I could have dug out my boy clothes, although they would not fit me at all any more, but I decided to wear a nice white mini skirt, matching t-shirt showing off my boobs nicely with white ankle boots that had a cowgirl fringe. I wore my hair in a pony tail and made up my face with slight pink shades. I felt very pretty and relaxed in the lounge areas with the guys, who all treated me like royalty. I did not see Sam at all for a few days. Sam came into my room late one night. She had clearly been crying? a lot. She was still in her army clothes and looked as lean and taught as ever. But her face was soft and she was looking at me?. with affection. Yes, affection. Even love. There was a lady behind her, but I did not recognise her at first. Then suddenly it dawned on me. It was the girl who Angelo had shot all that time ago when I first arrived. She was not dead! But I saw her covered in blood with a gun shot wound to her stomach! Sam told me to sit on the bed. She said down next to me with the lady opposite us. She told me that Angelo had come clean with her about what they had done to me. How they had forced me to do the things I did by threatening to kill her. How she knew I had gone along with all those horrible things, allowing them to change me into a girl and perform sex acts in front of her only because I feared for her life. She explained that the shooting of this lady was all a trick. It was staged, which is why she was expelled through the door after being ?shot?. She had been wearing a bullet proof vest and smeared blood capsules on her. Sam cried, saying she was so sorry she had doubted me. I felt like holding her close, as a man would, but I now was so thin and feminine, instead I rested my head on her strong shoulder and she wrapped her arm round me. She gently touched my cheek and angled my face up to hers, kissing me softly on the lips, touching them like a butterfly. Two girls, softly, gently kissing each other. The ?dead? lady slipped out leaving us alone and Sam stood me up. We faced each other as Sam put her hand behind my head and kissed me deeply, softly but deeply. My arms instinctively wrapped round her neck and I exhaled with a whisper as she pulled me to her. It was strange, very strange. But beautiful. I undid Sam?s shirt, pulling it off her, followed by her army pants. I was surprised to see that her undies were pretty and lacy. A very high cut pair of panties and a lace see-though wire-less bra. She reached round and unclipped her bra while I slid down her panties. Jane stepped back and watched as I took off my skirt, a 3 layer ruffle skirt, letting it drop to the floor as I kicked it away with my heels. I pulled off my t-shirt over my mass of blond hair, which I shivered free after taking off my pony tail ribbon. I left my pink waist clincher on but removed my pink bra, letting Sam see my breasts for the first time. She stared intently at my gorgeous perky breasts, flowing free from the bra. I kept on my stockings but wriggled down my panties. My chastity cage had been removed a few days before so my cock sprang into view. Maybe it was hormones, I don?t know, but it was a lot smaller than it had been before all this happened. So there I was. Standing before my girlfriend in a pink waist clincher, suspender belt and stockings, pink high heel shoes and long blond hair. Two pretty breasts with nipples pointing in the cold air. A pretty girl apart from the last remaining evidence that I used to be male. Sam gently pushed me down onto the bad on my back as she slid on top of me, pushing my body down with the weight of her female strong body, heaver and stronger than mine. She laid on me as I stared up at her and cupped my cheeks in her hand. She kissed me deeply, letting her tongue swirl around my mouth as I savoured her scent. I had missed her so much. Our breasts touched, nipple rubbing against nipple. Oh my God that was so sensuous. It sent electric bolts searing through my body, tingling al over my skin. The feeling of my breast against hers was exquisite. I shivered as we kissed, feeling my whole body quivering in anticipation. Her hands gently caressed my skin, rubbing softly over my nipples and down to my tiny waist. I moaned and flopped my head back on the pillow. Our eyes met. She saw my wide beautiful eyes, lined with dark smokey eyeliner with soft hues of brown, gold and green on my lids emphasising my green eyes. We looked into each other?s eyes. ?Oh my? you are so beautiful?, whispered Sam as she touched my cheeks and lips. I felt Sam slide over me into position, letting her legs drop either side of mine. She slithered over me, positioning herself over my small cock and gently sliding me inside. I gasped in pleasure, feeling myself inside her for the first time in a long time. Once inside, she moved her legs back together, squeezing me tight. She put her arms down her side and started to caress my stockinged legs. Gently caressing her red finger nails up and down my stockings, kissing me softly as she did so. I instinctively lifted my legs to circle her body as she pushed them backwards. My legs now wrapped round her tightly as she started to rock back and forwards/ Although I was inside her it was as if I was the girl and she was taking me. She grabbed my hands and forced my arms out to the side, softly but strongly pinning me to the bed. Then she moved. Back and forwards. Back and forwards. I rocked my hips upwards to her thrusts, feeling myself go deeper inside her as she rocked on me. Our breasts rubbed against each others, shooting that sensitive electric bolt through my body each time our nipples caressed each other. ?Take me?, I whispered, ?I am yours?. ?Yes my darling,? she said close to my ear. ?You are mine? My princess. My saviour? May gorgeous pretty darling? I love you? She moved faster on top of me. Sucking me inside her and letting me out. I could hardly breath. She moved faster, faster. Taking me. Faster, faster. Rocking my body with every thrust and pinning me with her hands. Oh God it was amazing. I needed to be fucked by her. She moved harder, thrusting into my cock an squeeing my legs. Oh yes. I was close. faster, harder. She let go my hands and grabbed my breasts, squeezing them hard and rubbing over my sensitive nipples. Oh God Yes! She suddenly started to breath heavier and forced herself on me faster and faster. She closed her eyes and opened her red lips as she suddenly exploded into a shuddering orgasm as I did at the same time. Together cementing our passion and love. Feeling our bodies both quiver and shake all over in huge trembling orgasms. Sam plunged her head down and bit my neck hard as she shuddered to her final orgasm and my arms wrapped round her tightly clinging her to me, with legs wrapping tighter and tighter like a clam never letting go of her lover. Slowly we both released each other and she flopped on top of me. I let my legs slide down onto the bed and wriggled her off me to lay side by side. ?My princess?, she whispered as she stroked my cheek. before laying on her back I smiled and moved my head to lay on her breasts, lifting one leg over her body. She put her arm round me and held me close. I was her girl. ????????????????????????????????????????? The next morning I awoke and showered. When I came back to the room Sam was up and going through my drawers. She wanted to borrow some of my panties. I laughed and found her a nice baby blue pair with a little bow on the front. Sam dressed back into her army clothes and lay on the bed watching me dress. I found a simple sun dress, yellow with a pattern of large brightly coloured flowers, a pair of sling back white heels, and a matching necklace. ?You really do make a pretty girl?, smiled Sam. ?I can hardly believe it. What on Earth are we going to do with you? With us?? ?I don?t know?, I whispered. ?I don?t think I can go back now. Something has changed inside me. Something wonderful. But I still love you. Maybe even more than ever?. Before we could say anything else, Angelo came in. He beckoned us to sit down and pulled up a chair. He had a serious look on his face. ?Princess. I now must tell you what we want you to do. For some time now we have been trying to make contact with the President. But we cannot get close. His wife constantly blocks us. Only a few people close to her are allowed to see him. We feel he is not part of the corruption and that she has kidnapped him. But everyone just thinks he is ill. When he does come out, he is always wrapped up in warm coats with dark glasses. We can see it is him, and he tells everyone he is ill and that we should do what Morgana says. So that?s what people do. I feel that if we could just get to talk to him, we might find out some useful information.? We listened intently, holding each other?s hands. ?Now. Morgana is, shall we say, an interesting lady. We recently found out she is a dominatrix and she has some crazy parties. We have discovered that she also has lesbian tendencies. She has an entourage of close friends, a few of whom we know are eunuchs. They dress in female?s clothes, often as sissy girls, and look after her every desires. She believes they are the only ones she can trust - men would be a threat. We don?t know what the President thinks of this. We suspect that she keeps it hidden from him, which is easy since he appears to be confined to bed most of the time. We want you and Sam to infiltrate her group. With you dressed as a sissy, effeminate dominated male and Sam here as your Mistress. We feel Morgana will find Sam attractive and we may find out useful information. The camera in your tongue is disguised so that you can get some pictures while you are in there. If we can record what she says then maybe we can use it against her. ?What!?, I screamed. ?You did all this to me just for that! Why complete change my body, my mind. Why didn?t you just get one of your guys to dress up. Why did you have to go this far? Why us?? ?I understand you will be angry. God knows you have a right. But we have tried before and have not succeeded. The guy was not convincing enough and we could not find the right woman to be a dominatrix. You must be totally submissive and feminised otherwise your life would be in danger. Also Morgana would never trust someone from her own country. But she has shown interest in other foreigners. Some she has taken in and allowed into her parties. But I must be honest; some have not been seen again. ? ?More importantly, we feel Morgana is about to take some drastic action. She has massed her forces for a big operation. We are worried this could lead to genocide. We need to know. You are our only hope.? We argued and ranted for many hours but eventually we agreed. Sam in particular had come to know of the atrocities being undertaken by Morgana and felt compelled to help. She had got to know the families of the soldiers and had vowed to help in any way she could. Even though she hated what they did to me and thought it could have been done differently we were where we were. We agreed. ???????????????????????????????????? A few days later Jane and Sam were helping me get ready. I needed to be a sissy. As pretty and frilly and cute as I could be. I must admit I was really looking forward to being a pretty, cute, sissy girl, but I kept that to myself! I was co