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Chapter 1. Family Reorganization. I came home from my weekend trip to the big city. There was a concert that I wanted to go to with my girlfriend Anne, and I expected my parents to say no when I asked if I could go, but they were more than happy to get me out of the house. I didn't want to think about why they wanted me gone, because I'm sure they wanted some alone time together. As I opened the door, I hoped that whatever my parents were up to was done and over with. Stepping into the house, I saw a beautiful woman dressed in a French maid uniform standing beside a seated figure on the recliner. The maid looked up at me and did a little curtsey, which got the attention of the person seated in the recliner. "Oh Allen, you're home." I recognized that voice. It was James, the bully who always tormented me at school. I dropped my bag and stomped up to the recliner to confront him, but as I got closer and to him, I began to relax and calm down. As I stood in front of him, I could see him playing with his phone. I could see a picture of myself on the screen, but it was angled so that I couldn't read any of the text that was below my picture. "Why don't you give your daddy a kiss and tell my what you were up to this weekend?" I stood frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do. I glanced at the French maid and suddenly realized that the maid was actually my father. Somehow he was changed into a blonde bombshell, with curved that filled out the maid uniform really well, but I could instantly recognize my father's eyes on the face that was caked with makeup. I felt compelled to follow James' orders and approached the maid, but he cleared his throat and stopped. I'm so stupid. How could the maid be my daddy? I turned to face James and leaned down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I sat down on the sofa beside the recliner and began to tell him about my trip. The memories were a bit fuzzy for some reason, but I told him that I spent a lot of time shopping for clothes with Anne and gawking at the hot guys at the concert we went to. I heard the clacking sound of heels against the wood floor and turned my head to see my mother approaching James in a skimpy negligee wearing sky-high stripper heels. In a bubbly voice, she giggled and waved at me, "I'm glad your home safe honeybunny! Your daddy might not look it, but he was worried about you all weekend. He kept wondering when you would be home." James pulled her down to him and tsked at her in admonishment, which only caused her to giggle even more. My mother was a corporate lawyer and ardent feminist who would never behave the way she was behaving right now, but when I tried to think about what she used to look like, all I could think of was how my mother always dressed like a half-naked bimbo at home and like a high class whore when she went to work. The only hint of professionalism that she still had in her wardrobe were the black horn-rimmed glasses that she wore. I watched as James pushed my mother down to the floor and she giggled in anticipation of giving him what he wanted. I sat frozen and transfixed as my mother pulled James' cock out of his pants and began giving him what looked like the best blowjob he must have had. Certainly she looked like she was dying of thirst and that James' cock was the only source of water in the world as she bobbed her head up and down, gobbling his cock in desperation. As my mother was blowing James, I looked up and saw my father-maid curtsey and then walk away, presumably off to do whatever chores he had to do for the rest of the day. Whatever his master and mistress did together was simply not his concern any more. After what seemed like an eternity, James grabbed my mother's head and pushed her face into his crotch. After he spasmed a few times, he patted her head and gently pushed her off him. "Don't swallow yet." My mother slowly pulled her head off his slowly deflating cock, being careful not to spill any of the seed in her mouth, and looked up at James in anticipation. "Why don't you give honeybunny a welcome home kiss and share some of the prize in your mouth?" With no hesitation my mother got up from the floor and sat on my lap. She pressed her lips against mine so hard that I could feel her glasses press against my face. I tried to resist her kiss, but I realized that this was how my mom always welcomed me home. As her tongue passed through my lips, I could feel a warm slimy liquid begin to flow into my mouth. We kissed for a minute or so until she had passed half the cum in her mouth to me, at which point she pulled out of my mouth and looked at me intently as she swallowed James' cum in one big gulp. The momentary pause gave me a second to think about what was going on. Something wasn't right. This isn't what my life is like. My mom isn't a whore... My father isn't a maid... James isn't my daddy. I turned to face James and when he saw the look of confusion on my face, he smiled and pulled out his phone again. He tapped the screen and moments later, I didn't seem as confused anymore. I smiled at him and swallowed the cum in my mouth in one single gulp, just like my mommy. My mother kissed me deeply after I swallowed daddy's seed and then stood up, looking at James. "Dinner is ready, honey." As she walked past the recliner, I watched as James patted her on the ass, which only made her giggle as she scampered back to the kitchen, her heels clacking loudly all the way. James smiled at me and laughed, "I bet you're a little confused, aren't you?" Before I could respond, he turned the screen of the phone toward me and I could finally see what he had been doing on his phone. On the top half was a picture of me, and on the bottom I could see several sentences. "I will obey and never hurt James." "James is my daddy." "My father Andy is James' maid." "My mommy Mary loves James and is his personal slut." "I am a faggot who loves to swallow cum." He pulled the phone back toward him and tapped the screen again. Suddenly I felt a pain in my dick as I felt a sticky release fall into my underwear. He turned the phone back to me and showed me what he had wrote: "Every time I swallow cum, I cum as well." He laughed as I squirmed uncomfortably in the sofa. My mind couldn't process what was happening to me, and perhaps sensing my confusion, James tried to explain. "It's an app that lets me do anything I want to anyone who is in front of me. I just found it on my phone one day. I'm not sure how it works or why I got it, but I'm certainly not complaining. I tested it on my mom first. I made her more confident, and then I went with her to her work and made it so that everyone respected her and decided that she should be the boss." He flashed an evil smile at me. "It was so easy to change everyone... I knew that I had to test it on you. But when your parents said you were away, well... I didn't want to leave disappointed, so I made a few changes and waited for you to come home. I'm going to have a lot of funny with you... Ally." I felt my heart flutter when he said Ally. He turned the phone screen back to me and laughed as I read it in horror what he had added, "Every time daddy calls me Ally, I fall deeper in love with him." "Now, Ally" - he deliberately said the word slowly so that he could see the effect it had on me - "I don't want to make what I do to you simple. When I transformed your parents, I made it so that they accepted their new lives without question. Your father always wanted to be a sissy maid who secretly wished that a real man would take his place, and your mother was a dumb ditzy cockwhore who fucked her way to success at work. It was very easy to convince both their bosses to accept their new employees as well, since your father's boss found out that he always wanted to sissy secretary and your mother's boss found out that he had been fucking your mom the moment she started working there." "No, no, Ally." He smiled again as he saw my face blush when he said my new name. "I want you to be aware of things changing around you. I want a nugget of your old self to always try to resist the changes to yourself and the people around you. But of course, you won't be able to do anything about it." It was then that I remembered that I could never hurt him or disobey him. He stood up and extended his hand to me. I gently took it and he pulled me to my feet. "Your mom worked hard on dinner, so we shouldn't keep her waiting." He started toward the kitchen and I meekly followed behind him, trying to understand what was happening. How was any of this possible? Is this even really happening? I wanted this to be some kind of twisted dream that I was having, but deep down I knew that this was my new reality. My mom had set three places at the table, but I could see a dog bowl on the floor beside the table. James and I sat down at the table so that we faced each other, and my mother sat down between us, giving James a loving kiss as she settled in her seat. Moments later my father-maid walked in and set the dinner plates in front of us, before taking one final plate of food and dumping it into the dog bowl that was on the ground. James and my mom began eating and relentlessly flirting with each other, but all I could do was look at my former father as he knelt in front of the bowl and hiked up his skirt. I watched in horror as he began aggressively tugging on his dick until he came all over his dinner. He licked his hands clean and then began eating his food as if this was the most normal thing he had ever done. "Ally!" My heart fluttered as I heard my new name and I turned to face James. "It's rude to stare at the maid. Besides, your dinner is getting cold." All I could do was nod and I began to robotically eat the meal in front of me. My mind simply had to accept that my father was eating his cum coated dinner out of a dog bowl on the floor while my mother was practically sitting on James' lap as she fed him his dinner between kisses. I stood up, wanting to just go to my room and escape from the horror in front of me, which got James' attention. "Where are you going honey?" I hesitated and softly replied, "I just wanted to get a drink, Daddy." "Oh, I can help with that." My heart sank as he pulled out his phone and began typing into it. When he was done, my father got up off the floor and went to the kitchen, returning to the table with three empty glasses and an empty pitcher with some ice cubes in it. James stood up and grabbed the pitcher from my father and pulled the pitcher to his crotch. He unzipped his pants and my entire family stared in stunned silence as we watched him relieve himself into the pitcher. I immediately understood that James' piss would quench my desperate thirst. After he finished pissing, he placed the pitcher down on the table and filled the three glasses with his light golden nectar. He sat back down and motioned for us to pick up a glass. As we each picked up glass of his piss, James laughed and said, "Let's have a toast to family!" I looked at my whorish mom and my sissy dad and reached out to clink their glasses of piss. In unison, we said, "To family!" and then we each took a swig of his warm, sour urine. My father sank back down to the floor and my mother sat back down on James' lap. James looked at me and said, "Ally, if you're feeling tired, why don't you go to your room and go to sleep?" I put on a forced smile and softly said, "Thanks daddy. That sounds like a good idea." As I walked past him, he chuckled and said, "You'll need your energy because you're going to have a busy day at school tomorrow." My heart sank. I didn't even think about what he would do to me at school. I simply grunted at him and run up stairs to my room. At least for the next few hours I would have some peace and quiet to recover from the shock of what was happening. However, as I tried to open the door to my room, I noticed that my hand wouldn't turn the handle. Something in my head told me that this was not my room, despite the fact that I knew it was. Suddenly, as if my body moved on my own, I walked one door over to my sister's room and opened the door. My sister had moved out of the home a few years ago when she went to college, but my parents left her room untouched for the rare times that she came home... at least that's what I thought was the case until I understood that this was my room and always had been my room. I closed the door behind me and looked at my new room and began to realize that there were some changes... My sister was a girly girl, perhaps because my mother tried to insist that women didn't necessarily have to be completely feminine in order to be "real" women. But the room had become some kind of parody of what a girly room should be. Everything was pink. The walls pink, the desk and the computer that sat on top of it were pink, the vanity and the make up containers on it were pink, the bed and the sheets were pink. The room was also adorned with posters of James, with captions like "I love daddy!" and "Daddy is sooooo hawt!" written in bright pink. I opened the closet and saw that it was filled with pink dresses, shirts, jeans, and shoes. Opening my underwear draw, I saw pink bras, panties, and nighties. I shed my ugly male clothes, feeling a little gross as I remembered that I had soiled my underwear after I drank James' cum. I pulled out a nighty and slipped it on, feeling a sudden sense of comfort as I was in clothes that I was always meant to wear. I laid down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, only noticing that there was another poster of James there with the caption "Daddy is my favorite man!". Instinctively, I reached to the bedside table and pulled a Hitachi vibrator from the drawer. I reached under my nighty and pressed the vibrator against my penis and turned it on, slowly drifting to sleep as my mind was filled with ways I could make Daddy happy and my penis dribbled out cum. Chapter 2. Back to School. I woke up to the gentle kisses of my father-maid on my face. As I slowly regained consciousness, my father-maid finished by giving me a deep kiss on my lips before she got up from the bed. She motioned to a pile of clothes and told me to put those on after I cleaned myself up, curtseyed and left the room to presumably start her duties. I had to wonder if she was aware of what she had been turned into as I was, or if she was happily ignorant of what she used to be. I'm honestly sure what would be better - maybe losing oneself completely into James' desires would be better than living in perpetual mental bondage, because the greatest way that James can torture me right now is giving me the illusion of hope. I stood up and slowly walked to the shower, thinking about the situation I had found myself in. How much of what I am doing is being programmed into me on James' phone? How much am I doing on my own? As I showered, I unconsciously grabbed a razor and began shaving my legs. Did I do that because he wanted me to do that? Or did I just assume it would be something he would want and I'm just doing it on my own? The uncertainty of my free will was frustrating, to say the least. I tried to think about ways to escape as I cleaned myself off. I know from what he showed me that I could never hurt him, but maybe I could get my hands on the phone and undo everything... maybe I could smash the phone and things would go back to normal... or maybe this is just some insane nightmare in my mind and nothing is real, because how can a phone even do any of this? I grabbed a towel and dried myself off as I returned to my room. Sitting at the vanity, I began to sloppily apply some make up to my face. I had watched my sister do this a few times, so I had an idea of what I needed to do, but looking at myself in the mirror I could see I looked like a little girl who just raided her mother's cosmetics. I went over to the pile of clothes that the maid had set out for me and slowly put them on. First was a pink training bra with falsies in the cups that I slipped on over my head, followed by a matching pair of pink panties. Next was a tight pink t-shirt that had 'Daddy's Girl' emblazoned on the front in bright red. I then found a tight pink leather miniskirt and a pair of platform heels. I guess I should be glad that he didn't make me wear one of the stilettos at least. Before I left my room, I looked at myself in the mirror and say what was a highly effeminate looking boy staring back at me, particularly because of my short hair. Maybe this was James' way of humiliating me further, because he always liked calling me a fag. I went downstairs to the kitchen and saw James at the breakfast table. My mother was kneeling at his feet, giving him a blowjob while he was eating a piece of toast. James motioned to me and I happily bounced toward him. He pointed to his cheek and almost instinctively I reached down and gave him a kiss and cheerily said, "Good morning daddy!" He started laughing as he saw the look of disgust wash over my face after I did that and said, "I knew you always wanted me to be in charge of you. I had no idea you would take to your new role so eagerly!" He pointed to a bowl of Fruit Loops on the table and said, "Now little girl, eat your breakfast before I cum on your mother's face. We have to get to the school early so I can make some... changes." He smiled at me as he waggled his phone. I cautiously started spooning the sugary cereal into my mouth, assuming there was probably something wrong with the bowl. I was right, as I could taste something salty in my first spoonful. I must have made a gagging face, because James said, "I had the maid add some of her protein as a supplement. Now stop being a fairy and finish it already." The way he emphasized "protein" made me want to vomit, but all I could do is smile at him before I began shoving the cum covered cereal into my mouth. As I was finishing my breakfast, I watched as James came all over my mother's face and wiped his cock in her beautiful long hair. He looked down at her and said, "I hope your boss appreciates your new look." All my mother could do was giggle as she got up off the floor before she hobbled to the front door in her skyscraper high heels. I didn't want to think about what my mom did at work, because I'm sure James had some twisted ideas about how to humiliate her. A few minutes later, James pulled me by the hand and we got into his car, a brand new Lexus. He smiled as he explained how helpful the dealer was when he decided to sell the car to him for a dollar as he drove us to the school. He parked in one of the teacher's parking spot, something that didn't really seem to bother him, and began playing with his phone as he explained what he was doing to me. "See honeybunny, I found some new options while you were asleep. Apparently I can change things on a much wider scale, and I have a few ideas to make school better." He looked up and gave me a big grin, "Better for me anyway." I mustered a faint smile and tried to look at his screen to see what he was typing, but he nudged my away with his shoulder. "No, no, you eager slut. I want this to be a surprise!" I pouted and crossed my arms, before murmuring under my breath, "Daddy is so mean!" Maybe 10 minutes later, he looked up from his phone and motioned for me to get out. "I'm ready. First, we need to get your records updated." As we walked to the school, I grabbed James' hand and meekly walked behind him as he led me through the doors and toward the principal's office. The first thing I noticed was that every single boy was staring at me, but not because I was dressed like a parody of gay man, but with lust in their eyes. I could hear some loud comments as we walked past, as boys commented on my tight ass or joked with each other about how they'd like to fuck me. That just made me pull closer to James, as I pressed my body against his arm. He looked down at me and smiled, "Don't worry, you'll love all the attention soon enough." We stepped past the secretary who was too busy masturbating to some porn on her monitor and stepped into the principal's office, sitting down in front of her desk. Ms. Barnes looked up at the two of us and asked with slight annoyance, "Mr. Cartwright. Isn't it a little too early for you to be in trouble already?" James was always in trouble for something and often ended up being sent to the office. He smiled at her, "No you dumb cunt. I'm here to talk about my daughter here." She seemed to ignore being called a cunt. I'm sure this is a game that he wanted to play with her now that he had his newfound power. She turned to face me and snorted, "Oh yes, it seems you married Allen's mother recently? I guess she was more desperate than I thought." It didn't even occur to her that it would be odd that James would be my new father or that he had just called me his 'daughter'. She turned to her computer and began typing, "Well, Allen has a good academic record. What did you want to talk about?" "Well, first, her name. It's Ally, not Allen. Isn't that right?" We both nodded, and she began typing to update my name. "And of course, her last name is Cartwright." Of course, since James is my new daddy, it would only make sense that I would have his surname now. James continued, "I'm sure you can see by the way she's dressed that Ally wants to be a sissy fag. So it would make sense to update her gender to reflect that." Ms. Barnes nodded and said, "I'll just put sissy here. Does that mean you'll want her to transfer to some of the special classes that the girls have to take?" James rolled his eyes at her, indicating that this was a stupid question, which only caused Ms. Barnes to blush and meekly return to her computer. When she was done, James added, "Now you know that Ally here has had disciplinary problems because of her high sex drive. Giving blowjobs to the boys in the washroom or fucking the football team in the locker room." I watched as she typed out what was a long list of infractions involving the many ways I had supposedly fucked the boys in school. "But I want her to be free to explore her sexuality as a whore, and I'm sure you and the school counselor would agree?" She nodded blankly at him and replied, "Of course Mr. Cartwright. We don't want to discriminate against any students. Ally should be free to explore her sexuality as a sissy fag." I hadn't even had sex with my girlfriend, but according to everyone at school, I was a sexually active sissy who had sex with lots of boys. James winked at me as I realized that I was going to be known as the school slut and that I had better learn to accept my role because no one would think different. Ms. Barnes printed out a timetable and handed it to me, "Now Ms. Cartwright, here are the new classes you're enrolled in. I hope you make your new Daddy proud." I took it from her and looked down at it, absorbing the changes to my life. I wasn't in any real classes anymore, instead I was in classes like Home Economics and Gym. I noticed that I was in Women's Studies and Sexual Education for the bulk of my schedule, but I had a feeling that those classes would be different from what I remembered. My daddy cleared his throat and I looked up at him. He motioned for me to leave with his head, "Daddy has to speak to the dumb cunt in private. You should get to class." I jumped up from my chair and nodded before heading out of the office. As I walked past the door I could hear James say, "Now it's time to pay you back for all that detention you gave me." On my way to class, I noticed my girlfriend Anne come out of the washroom with a boy. She kissed the boy and thanked him for letting her give him a blowjob before she noticed me and waved me over. I stood shyly in front of them as she introduced me, "Jamal, this is my sissy bestie Ally." My heart sank as I realized that James had changed my girlfriend to. She no longer saw me as her boyfriend, let alone as a man. Jamal reached up and grabbed my chin, "The other boys say that you give the best blowjobs in school." All I could do was blush because I wasn't sure how to react, before Anne slapped his hand away and in bit of mock jealousy said, "You're mine!" I watched helplessly as Anne gave him a deep kiss, before she broke it off and turned to me, "Although... I guess we could give you a bit of a show later if you want." Jamal laughed and pinched my ass before he started walking away, "I'd like that!" Anne locked arms with me as we began walking to class. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered, "I know you can't help yourself Ally. You're so much a slut that you put us real girls to shame." She pulled me closer and squeezed my arm, "But we've always been besties and I've always supported you." Not only had James taken Anne away from me, but he changed her so that she always thought of me as her sissy boy-hungry best friend. It hurt knowing that she was still so close to me, and maybe it would have been easier if I had never seen her ever again, but I'm sure that's precisely why James made her be my best friend. We got to class and I could see a gaggle of girls all gossiping about their clothes or the boys they had sex with. Any cliques that might have existed before were gone, as girls who I thought were nerdy were happily trading fashion tips with cheerleaders and loners alike. I also noticed that no boys were in the class. I guess James figured that only girls need to take women's studies. I followed Anne to our desks and watched as she effortlessly joined in on a conversation that began with the girls near us. I could sense a little hostility from them, so I just sat in silence and listened to them gab. It wasn't long after that our teacher, Ms. Jenkins, walked in and whistled to get our attention. The gossiping died down as we turned our attention to her. Ms. Jenkins held up a women's studies textbook, "Listen up. It's come to our attention that these books are horrible out of date, so we have to throw them out and work from a new curriculum that I just received today." She tossed the textbook into the trashcan by her, "You girls can recycle your copies later as you leave school today." The girls murmured in appreciation of not having carry that textbook with them anymore. As the class progressed, I could only watch in silent horror at what James had done. The class began with all of us repeating mantras like "Girls are inferior to boys." "Girls are cuter when they are dumb." "Girls are always horny and wet." On and on it went, as the girls in the class droned on and on as if they were being programmed to forget any feminist ideas they might have. Then Ms. Jenkins led us in a class discussion, as the girls talked about what they could do to make men happy, with an emphasis on domestication and serving men at home. As the class started talking about why men are inherently better than women, the class turned their attention to me. Megan, one of the formerly nerdy girls, looked at me with contempt and asked the teacher, "If boys are better than girls because they have magnificent cocks that can penetrate girls, what does that make that sissy faggot over there?" Ms. Jenkins walked over to me and sat on my desk, "Well, sometimes there are men who can't handle the stress of being so powerful and important, so they become sissies to emulate women as a way to escape their responsibilities." She motioned for me to stand up and lifted my skirt up with her foot. "Pull down your panties and show the class your cock." I reached down and slowly pulled down my panties, on the verge of tears as all the girls stood around me and gasped as I revealed myself. Ms. Jenkins continued, "You can't even really call this thing a cock, can you? It's basically an overgrown clitty." The class murmured in agreement as she continued, "For sissy faggots like Ally, giving up their fa?ade of masculinity and living as a woman is the only way they can cope with the reality of life. They want to find a strong man to take care of them, just like us, so they lower themselves down to our status to do so." She pressed her heel against my 'overgrown clitty' and rubbed her foot around, "You see? Most men would love a foot job, but she doesn't even react." She was right. My dick stayed soft as she continued to tease me. She removed her foot and told me to hold up my skirt, "Now, Ally. Think about your Daddy and how you feel when you're around him." As if on cue, my dick hardened and the class gasped before Ms. Jenkins explained, "You see, this is the only way a sissy can get excited. Thinking about other strong men and what she could do with their cocks. It's why you're such a slut." As tears streamed down my face, I could only silently nod in agreement. James must have programmed this reaction into me! There's no other explanation! She got up off my desk and walked back to the front of the class. "Now, sissies are dangerous to women because they are so cockhungry that they might steal your men." She laughed jokingly, "So be careful that Ally here doesn't steal your boyfriend." She continued with her lecture, almost directing her speech to me, "What's important to remember is that sissies are worse than biological women like us, because they chose to abdicate their masculine power and lower themselves to our level. They should learn their place, and as women, we have a responsibility to remind them of what they are." The class murmured in agreement as turned their attention back to Ms. Jenkins as she moved on to the next topic. I felt Anne reach over to squeeze my hand in comfort as she gave me a tissue to wipe the tears from my face and a compact to try to fix some of my makeup. I realized that I was so lucky to have Anne, who could have pushed me away and repudiated me when she found out that I was a sissy. Certainly I didn't think of her as a girlfriend anymore, because I took Ms. Jenkins' lecture to heart and realized that I could never have been man enough to dominate Anne and make her happy. The other classes went as expected, with each class meant in some way to humiliate me. I felt sorry for the other girls, as they were being drug down by James as part of his scheme. In home economics, we had lessons on how to cook for our men and I had to suffer as I kept burning every dish I tried to make. At one point the teacher was so frustrated that she told me that I had better practice giving blowjobs because I would never be good enough to make a man happy any other way. Gym class was totally changed for the girls. Our gym teacher said that the new stripper poles would take a few days to be installed, so for the day she tested the class on their ability to walk in high heels. I could barely handle my platform shoes, so it was no surprise that I kept falling after a few wobbly steps. By the end of class, the girls were all laughing at me as I kept tumbling to the ground. Sex education was the class that was the most humiliating for me. Mrs. Baker explained to us that our training dildos weren't here yet, so she invited boys to come to our class to provide us with their cocks to use instead. The male lust that I remembered from earlier in the morning was in full force as the boys walked into the room and stared at me. I could also sense the anger from the other girls as they realized that I was what the boys wanted to fuck. None of these boys were gay, as far as I knew, so I assumed James must had done something to make me the desirable sexpot of the school. One of the boys explained to Mrs. Baker that since I was such a good slut, that all the boys should take turns raping me in class to show the other girls what they should be like. Mrs. Baker thought about it, "Well, it's the only class she's getting an A in, so that does make some sense." She motioned for me to come to the front of the class, at which point the guys grabbed me and forced me to the floor. I knew I was a virgin - the furthest I got with Anne was making out with her in her room - yet somehow I was able to respond expertly to the boys' desperately hungry bodies. My mind reeled in horror as one of the boys held my nostrils shut and shoved his hard cock into my mouth. But rather than gag or choke, my body took over and I could feel my throat relax as his cock slid down my throat. Behind me, I could feel another boy tear my panties off my legs. He spread my ass checks, spit on my asshole, and an instant later began penetrating me with his enormous dick. In my mind, I knew it should have hurt. Instead, I felt the most joy I have ever felt in my life and squeezed my sphincter around his dick as he pumped into me. Mrs. Baker began explaining everything I was doing to the class, and I watched out of the corner of my eye as the rest of the girls began to take notes on my fucking and sucking technique with one hand as they began playing with themselves with the other. I'm sure James must have programmed me to have the skills of a porn star, because there's no way I could have been as good at this as Mrs. Baker said I was. At some point, I noticed Jamal standing above me as he freed his big black cock from his pants and slapped me in the face with it. He then got behind me and turned me so that I faced the class, but all I could see was Anne and the look of disappointment on her face. I mouthed 'I'm sorry' to her before Jamal violently mounted me and began fucking me with his magnificent cock. I was betraying my best friend right in front of her, but rather than feel guilty, it just made me even hornier because I was finally better than all the other girls at something. The thought of all of them, even Anne, jealously glaring at me as they masturbated to me fucking all these guys was what brought me over the edge as I could feel my own dicklette limply spurt my release onto the floor. When the boys were finished with me, they wiped their dirty cocks in my hair or on my clothes. Mrs. Baker made the class thank them for their cock demonstration before dismissing them. She turned to the class and nodded approvingly at my crumpled body. "You should learn from Ms. Cartwright here. There's a reason why she's my best student." I looked up at her and saw the smile on her face. After a day of abuse from every other teacher, her approval meant everything to me. Absentmindedly, I reached my hand to my ass and scooped up some of the cum that was leaking out into my palm. I started hungrily lapping up the cum and I could hear Mrs. Baker applaud loudly, "See how eager she is! That's how you should always have sex!" She looked expectantly at the rest of the class, and I could see them take their hands and lick their own juices. "I'm sure your disappointed that you don't have boy cum, but it's always good to remember that you should always eat any cum that leaks out of you." I didn't know where I ended and where the slut that James had made me into began, as I felt equal parts humiliation and satisfaction when I licked the cum from my hands. This cum represented my sexual superiority over the rest of the girls... even though I would never be as good as them because I am a failed man, I could still fuck my way through life. Being the teacher's pet in the one class where the girls felt most threatened certainly didn't do me any favors. When the day ended and we were in the girls' showers to clean up, the girls pushed me to the ground, stood around me in a circle and began pissing on me and shouting abuse at me. Even Anne took a turn pissing into my face as she called me a cock-hungry sissy fag, slapping me as I started choking on her piss. The girls made me stew in their piss as they took their showers around me, and as I stared at the nubile young girls around me all I could think about was what my life had become. I'll admit, even I had fantasies about sneaking into the girls' showers to take a peak, but now that I was actually here, all I could think about was how inferior I was to a real girl. My limp dicklette proved that I no longer thought of women in a sexual manner, only as my betters. When most of the girls started streaming out of the shower, Anne pulled me to my feet and gently led me to one of the showers. She put me under the showerhead and gave me a gentle hug as the water splashed down on our bodies. "I know it's not your fault. Jamal couldn't help but want to rape that tight cock-hungry body of yours." She soaped my body up, although I took over and douched my ass and cleaned my dicklette because a sissy fag should never let a woman touch those parts, and showered off. As we sat by the lockers drying ourselves off, she handed me a bag. "You're so lucky your Daddy is so thoughtful. He figured you'd make a mess of yourself today, so he left you a change of clothes." It was a similar outfit to what I wore before, except this time the shirt read "Cummy is Yummy!". We left the girls' showers and saw James standing in the hallway waiting for us. I could sense Anne's body language shift as she became a demure as we walked up to him. In a flirty voice, she greeted my daddy, "Hi Mr. Cartwright." I meekly smiled at him, but he ignored me and focused all his attention on Anne. "Hi Anne. How did my honeybunny do today? I know she's a bit of a ditz because she's such a sissy." Although Anne was flirting with him, she did try to help me. "Oh, she did fine. She even gave a presentation in sex ed!" James took her hand and said, "I'm so glad Ally has such a thoughtful and beautiful friend like you." He turned to me and nodded his head at her, "You could learn a lot from her." All I could say was, "Yes Daddy" as I watched Ally happily giggle at James' compliment. Seeing Anne be so bubbly around James made me angry, but there was nothing I could do but smile dumbly as they flirted few the next few minutes. Finally, James patted Anne on her ass and said, "I'm sure your parents will want me to babysit you soon. I'll see you then." Anne just giggled yet again and gave him a deep kiss on the lips, before reaching over to give me a hug and whispering in my ear that I was so lucky to have such a wonderful daddy. We watched as Anne skipped away from us and he turned to me and said, "I bet her ass is so tight. Would you like me to film it when I fuck her?" He looked at me expectantly, waiting to see how I would react. I stomped my foot in frustration, but my words of anger never came out. All I could think about was how I would be able to see Daddy's cock if he taped himself fucking my bestie, and that would make me so happy. I simply replied, "I'd love to see Daddy make Anne happy", trying my best to hide my desire to see his cock. He placed his arm around my shoulder and started leading me out of the school. "Good girl. Now come on, we have some appointments for you that we have to get to." Chapter 3. My father's new life. The next months of my life fell into a pattern of hell that I came to accept. James had learned how to manipulate the phone app to let him do whatever he wanted, and all I could do was watch helplessly as my world crumbled around me. It's why I am also convinced that James had programmed me to be conscious of all the changes he was making, because he wanted me to watch as he took more control of my life. For example, that first day after school, James picked up my father-maid Andy and had taken us to a sex reassignment clinic in the big city. Using his phone, he put us at the front of the line to see the doctor. We both desperately explained to the doctor that we felt trapped in our ugly male bodies. My father-maid decried, "I hate my this!", as he pointed to his crotch, and then continued, "Please, doctor, please make it into the woman that I've always wanted to be!" For me part, James had me explain to the doctor that I was a "pathetic sissy faggot who doesn't deserve to be a man" and that I would be so much happier being a girl so that I could serve as my Daddy's little girl. We proved our devotion to our transformations by crawling to the doctor's crotch and giving him what would be a father-son team blowjob, taking turns slurping on the doctor's dick until he came on our faces. Of course, James could have just programmed the doctor to just approve our hormone therapy and surgeries immediately, but I know that he relished watching us explain how we failed as men and desperately wanted to be women. In fact, I'm sure it's why he made me watch as my father-maid went through many extreme surgeries to transform himself into a creature of femininity. I could tell it was abnormal, but my father-maid's surgeries were rushed and I had to wait for him after everyone. We both got breast implants, of course. His were giant G cup melons, but mine were just small B cups. One of the first things James made us do when we were healed was to suck on each other's nipples in order to enjoy our new tits. But my father-maid also had her vocal chords changed so that she could only speak in a high-pitched voice - for my part, I had to put on a falsetto and a fake lisp, so I envied her ability to talk like a dumb slut. She also had bariatric surgery and one of her ribs removed to help with her figure. When her surgeries were done, she had a slim figure that was supported by the fact that she only needed to eat some meal replacement shakes supplemented with the cum she would be fed by the men she would fuck. I was so jealous that she was able to maintain a girlish figure without any effort. She even had the tendons from her ankles altered so that she could only wear giant heels for the rest of her life. I remember her happy smile when I bought her a pair of black leather ballet boots with 8-inch heels. James was particularly cruel when he had my father-maid explain to the doctor that he wanted his penis removed so that he could have a vagina. He made her beg the doctor, "My deepest desire is to have a cunt so that I can experience of feeling a cock fill me. I want to feel someone cream inside me and impregnate me." Of course the doctor was always going to oblige of course, but James enjoyed watching my father-maid ask to lose his manhood. He chortled when she pulled down her panties and started telling the doctor that she hated the useless piece of flesh hanging from her crotch. After the surgery, James had my father-maid ask the doctor to be the first to break in his new cunt and laughed as she asked the doctor to "Fill me with your baby juice." As the doctor mounted and entered her, I could see tears forming on her face as she seemingly cried tears of joy as she was being penetrated. "FUCK ME!" she squeaked in her comically high pitched voice. As my father-maid was being fucked, James pulled me closer and pulled out a driver's license with her picture on it. He smiled as I saw that he had her name changed to match her new gender: Candi Cane Cartwright. At that point, I realized that my father Andy was dead and forever gone. After her final surgery, Candi settled into her new life as our permanent maid. For the most part he was a servant who did all the chores around the house, but she would always be hungry for cock. Usually she would go out and hunt for cock herself, but once in a while her old boss Ian would come over to our house and I had to participate in their little sex ritual. James had made sure that Ian knew about everything that had happened to us, but I wasn't sure if James had programmed him to play along or if he really hated my father. When Ian came over, I would lead him to the maid's room, our former guest room, where Candi was waiting for him on the bed. Ian would look at Candi with contempt and then push me to the ground. He spat in my face and then looked at my father, "Tell me what you want me to do with your faggot son." Candi would put a vibrator in her new pussy and then gasp, "Please face- rape my sissy faggot son", at which point Ian would unzip his pants and then pull my willing mouth onto his cock. He was always brutal when he face fucked me, and even though I had practiced deep throating at school, it always hurt when he did it because he was so rough. As he was face-fucking me, he would ask me rhetorical questions - "Doesn't it make you so hot to know that I'm going to rape your 'father's' tight cunt?" The only response I could ever give was a gurgle from my filled mouth. He would never cum inside me, saving his sperm for Candi instead. So after a few minutes of abuse, he would push me off him and climb into Candi's bed and mounted her. As he raped Candi's gash, Candi would scream rehearsed phrases as I watched. "Please fuck me in front of my pathetic faggot son. Use me to teach him what a bitch looks like." Her self-debasement and abuse of me was more than enough to egg Ian on, as he pounded her more and more aggressively until he exploded into her. I should note that Candi was also the only "woman" I was ever allowed to have sexual contact with. After Ian was finished fucking her, he would pull out and motion for me to clean her cunt with my mouth. I would pathetically lick at Candi's new clit - I was bad at it since I was never really allowed to practice anything resembling sex with women - but it was mostly in service of sucking out the cum from her pussy. I would hold some of it in my mouth and then crawl up to Candi's face, giving her a kiss and giving her some of the freshly collected cum from her cunt. Ian would always urge us on, "That's right you faggots. Show me your special father-son time." His encouragement turned us on, making us kiss each other more enthusiastically. Eventually, Ian would grow bored with our play and leave, allowing us to bask the afterglow of Candi's sex. James would also like watching me play with Candi. From time to time, after Ian left, he would walk into the room and tell me to try to fuck Candi with my limp dicklette. My mind was confused, because on the one hand I was technically fucking a man, but I was doing so by trying to penetrate a pussy, and James always loved the confused look on my face as my programming tried to resolve the contradiction. In the end though, my dicklette would never grow hard, so James would toss me a strap-on cock-sheath and then told me to fuck her with it while she would talk about how she was so pathetic as a father because he raised a small-dicked son. Neither of us would enjoy this sex though, but James expected us to play as if we did, and after a few moments we would fake having orgasms. When we were done, he would look down at us and tell us we were such good lezzie bitches. I'm sure all of this torture was because James knew that there was a part of me that recognized Candi as my "original" father, so he liked keeping her around as a way to remind me of what I'll become at some point in the future. The fact that James never pushed my transformation further than hormone treatments and small breast implants was probably his way of prolonging my humiliation, making me constantly wonder when or even if he'll transform me from a useless male to one of his whores. Chapter 4. My loving mother. James officially became my stepfather, as he took the entire family to city hall so that a judge could annul my parent's marriage (due to my father's sex change) and marry my mother. I served as witness to both events, and he made me wear a slutty pink bridesmaid dress and giggle happily as James kissed my mother after the judge declared them legally married. James made Candi give the judge a blowjob as he was being married, just to cement the end of their marriage and the reality of his new life as James' servant. Certainly James didn't need to marry my mom, but making his relationship with her legal added a weight to it that made it more real. Even if there was some way to reverse the changes, in the eyes of the law, James was always going to be my stepfather and legal guardian. He had no real love for my mother though because marrying her was only a means to an end - cementing his ownership of me. Seeing some of the things that he did to the people who angered him made me realize that he could be petty if he wanted to be - Principal Barnes quit the school a couple of weeks after she changed my records and became a prostitute who roamed the streets at night looking for cocks to feed her new cum addiction - so he could have thrown my mother out any time he wanted. Certainly my mother's former boss loved the new her, slutty, bimboish, and constantly horny, and James could have pawned her onto him if he wanted. But like my father, I'm sure he saw the value of keeping my mother around to torture and humiliate me. He used the app to program her to be the perfect wife and mother - at least when she wasn't busy on her back or on her knees with random men - so that she happily served James as a dutiful and eager wife who was grateful to be married to him. Every morning I would watch as she gave him a loving breakfast blowjob and every night she would put on some slutty lingerie and do her best to try to seduce him in bed. She was usually successful, unless James had spent the day having fun with some of the other girls. James even invited his mother over to meet his new wife, and I watched as my mother tried her best to impress her new mother-in-law as if she were really a young newlywed. Of course James' mother didn't really approve of my mom or of me, calling us skanks that spent too much time thinking about cocks, but she saw that James was happy with his family so she didn't do much to interfere after that first meeting. She also mostly stopped working, since James had simply programmed the bank manager to keep making untraceable deposits into his account and we didn't need the money, but he enjoyed making her dress up in a whorish office outfit and go into the office. She wasn't taken seriously as a lawyer anymore, but the men enjoyed making her try to recite the law as they took turns fucking her. My relationship with my mom also drastically changed, as she fully committed to the idea that I was, and always had been, her daughter. James wanted me to have a close relationship with my mother, because she represented a firm bridge to my old life and he knew that she would help reinforce my desire to be a girl in order to keep her happy. James wanted me to be a good girl, and my mother was happy to make sure that I ended up blossoming into one. In the early days, I would sometimes forget to keep my legs closed when sitting down, and if she caught me sitting in such a un-lady-like manner, she would slap my legs together and yell at me for not being feminine enough and for disappointing her. I could tell that my mother's love for me was genuine, even if James had changed her mind to see me as girl, and I wanted to do everything that I could to make her proud. Needless to say, after a few weeks I never sat with my legs open ever again. Her parental love was probably the only real love I would ever get from now on, and James relished watching me willingly work on my own feminization in order to keep her happy. In fact, James liked it when we had "mother-daughter" time and encouraged us to do all the little mother-daughter rituals that my mother didn't even do with my sister. When my hair grew out to be long enough to be styled, my mother took me to the salon to celebrate finally losing my ugly tomboyish hair. I could finally start looking like Daddy's little princess, and my mom thought it would be fun for us to get made over together. On our first visit, when I had decided to have my hair styled into a fashionable curls, my mother suggested that we get our hair dyed so that we would match. When the hairdresser asked us what color we wanted, we both instantly exclaimed "blonde like a bimbo!" as if it was the only color that made sense to us. As we waited to waited for our hair to be treated, my mother also introduced me to waxing, as we both went through the painful ritual of removing all of our hair. When we got our Brazilians, it was probably the most painful thing either of us had experienced, but we knew it would make James happy. Seeing my tiny dicklette and balls without any pubic hair made me feel like the little girl that I knew he wanted me to be. We also got manicures and pedicures, opting to get matching bright pink nails, although we knew we would have to take care of our hands on our own because they would inevitably be ruined by all the handjobs we gave. We even went shopping for cosmetics together, and I loved asking the makeup girl for lipstick that would give me blowjob lips. In fact, one of the rituals we came up with when we were testing new lipstick was to stare at ourselves in the little cosmetics counter mirror as we slowly sucked on dildos that we always carried in our pink purses. It was the best way to make sure we looked like whorish sluts as we took cocks into our mouths. James also wanted everyone to know that he owned us, so we got matching tattoos and piercings. Both of us got elaborate tramp stamps that said SLUT in bold black letters framed by lots of blossoming roses, but we also got a large tattoo of JAMES framed by a heart on our pelvises. On mom's suggestion, I also got a simple "Daddy's Girl" tattoo under my right breast, because she was sure he would like it. I got my ears pierced, and both wore little "J" earrings to add to the effect, and as a surprise for Daddy we also got our tongues pierced so that we could have matching tongue studs to help please him more. Part of our weekly outings would be to go to the parlor to touch up our tattoos so that they always looked new, as well as get new studs. Of course our weekend rituals would involve a lot of shopping as well. For me in particular because my clothes were always being ruined when I was at school. Most teenage girls would probably be mortified having their mother pick out their wardrobe, but I was more than happy to have my mom dress me like the slut that she wanted me to become. The most memorable outfit that my mom picked out for me wasn't a tight low cut summer dress or a tube top and leather skirt, but an elegant looking blue prom dress. I modeled it for daddy and I could tell it excited him when he saw me in it. I told him that I was daddy's little prom queen and that was all it took to get him to start raping me like the little slut that I was. My mom watched with pride as she realized that her little girl was growing up to make daddy happy, and although the dress was thoroughly ruined, it still hangs in my closet as a reminder of one of my mom's favorite memories. Mom and I went through a lot of cocktail dresses, because as part of our bonding time, we would go to the club or a bar together to try to pick up a pair of men. James made it so that no one asked any questions about my ID when I handed it to them. Yes, I was under legal drinking age, but since my gender was "sissy slut", I was always allowed in. It never took long for us to attract male attention since we oozed sexuality that moment we stepped into the club. It certainly didn't hurt that we would immediately head to the dance floor and start grinding against the first men that we saw. My mom taught me that men like sluts who were horny and eager, but also liked being teased because it let them feel like they used their masculinity to conquer us. We would make men buy us drinks and fish for compliments that we knew didn't matter since we knew we were fairly attractive looking sluts. My favorite was the line that most men used on my mother, when they asked her if she was my sister. We'd giggle like dumb little bimbos to show them that we were impressed with their line, even though we'd heard it dozens of times, and then we would lead them to the bathroom or through the back door of the club. I still remember the first time we were fucked at the club. We drunkenly led a pair of frat boys to the back alley and after making out with our man for a few minutes, we both turned around to face the wall. We braced ourselves against the wall with our hands and stuck our asses out, inviting them to fuck us. The feeling of vulnerability that came from standing out doors, presenting ourselves to strangers so that they could rape us, wiggling our asses as we felt their hands hungrily tear our panties off - I could tell it made my mom happy because it made her feel wanted. When the frat boys starting fucking the both of us, my mom turned to face me and smiled at me in pride. I was becoming a perfect cock hungry whore who could get a man to fuck her without any real effort, and I could tell she was ecstatic that she was able to pass on her skills to me. When they boys were done fucking my mom's cunt and my ass, they wiped themselves off on our dresses and left us alone. As we sank to the floor to recover, my mom reached out to me and gave me a tight hug. I can hear her crying as she told me that she was so happy that we could share our first alley fuck together. James always wanted us to take a bus home after our clubbing outings, and I'm sure it was because he wanted us to sit through the stares we got as we sat on the bus stewing in the cum that was splattered over our faces and our dresses. The women would judge us, but my mom told me that it meant that they were jealous of us and that I should be proud that I was a good little whore. Sometimes the more adventurous men, or the men who didn't care what we looked like, would walk over to us and whip out their dicks for us to suck. My mother usually let me suck cock on the bus, cheering me on as I took cock after cock deep into my throat and applauding me when she saw that I had made them cum. The positive reinforcement made me happy, and after a while I'd start begging for cock on the bus ride home just so I could show her what a good cocksucker I was and make her proud. I'm sure the fact that the bus driver never batted an eye when he saw a pair of cum covered sluts board his bus and give blowjobs was James' doing, as was the fact that the bus would conveniently stop a few blocks from our home. When we got home, we would take a bath together and she would wash me as if I was a little toddler. I would sit with my back to her and she would usually reach into my ass to pull out some of the cum I had collected that night and feed it to me, cooing in my ear that I was such a good girl. She would soap me up, and when she reached my dicklette, I would tell her how I only leaked when a man came in my ass or in my throat, which would always prompt her to tell me that I was her "favorite baby girl". When we were done with our bath, she would watch me get changed into one of my nighties and then tuck me into bed. As she kissed me goodnight, I would be left thinking about how James had turned my mother into a tool to use against me and that I was more than happy to play along. Chapter 5. The Bestie. As James promised, he began to "babysit" Anne. The first time he did it, he brought me along and made me watch as he sent Anne's parents out before taking her into their bedroom and fucking her. He found a picture of us before he changed us and placed it on the pillow by her head as he flipped her on her stomach and fucked her from behind which only made him harder and more brutal with each stroke. All I could do as I was watching them was play with my dicklette, which meant rubbing it back and forth between my thumb and forefinger, trying desperately to feel some kind of release. But of course the only way I could ever cum was to have a man cum inside me or if James let me, so all I could do was rub in frustration. Their sex play was always the same and James would always try to humiliate me by fucking her in front of me, but the first time was still frozen in my mind. As he was fucking her ass, he pressed her face into the photo of the "old" us before the change and said, "Do you remember your boyfriend?" In between grunts, Anne just said, "Yes. He was a pussy!" His pounding got harder and more rhythmic, "That's right you horny cunt, he was a pathetic faggot who could never please you like I can." She replied, "You're right! I was basically his fag-hag!" He grabbed her hair and then twisted her head to face me, making her watch as I was eagerly rubbing my dicklette. He got close to her ear and grunted, "It's why you're so happy he turned into a bitch just like you. Now you can share stories about fucking guys and eating their cum." Anne just screamed, "YES! YES! YES!" as she spasmed from her anal orgasm. Soon after, I could see that he was going to cum and rubbed furiously as his own orgasm came. After a second of rest, he released her air and grabbed the picture. He pulled out of her ass and used the picture to clean off his cock and to catch some of the cum that was leaking onto the bed. He placed the photo back by her head and told me to walk over to them, motioning for me to stand with my dicklette over the picture. "Cum." It was all he needed to say as I felt my dicklette release a painful, watery load onto the picture. When I was done, he reached for my head and pulled me down toward the picture and commanded, "Lick". My tongue darted out as I liked the picture of the old me and Anne, cleaning up the cum and shit mixture and relishing the taste. He would later film himself fucking Anne and he gave me a laminated copy of the photo. One of the only ways I was allowed to masturbate at home now was to watch James fuck Anne as she told him what a man he was and what a pathetic sissy I was while I split my attention between the video and the photo. I would almost always cum onto the photo at exactly the same time that James came into Anne on the video, and then I would clean the picture off. I would then have to stare at the picture of my old self and think about what a sissy I've become. James would always end the night by having Anne's parents pay him for his time and thank him for watching their daughter. He would always say, "Someone has to make sure your little slut doesn't run out and fuck the first man she sees in the street," and they would all laugh at how insatiable Anne was if she wasn't being supervised. When James wasn't fucking Anne, he programmed her to be the encouraging best friend that I had found on the first day of school. I'm sure he did this because he saw her as a useful tool like my mother, a woman who would encourage and support my descent into sissyhood. As "besties", James encouraged us to have sleepovers, and from time to time I would stay over at her place. We would gossip about the boys at school - she accepted that all the boys wanted to rape me and forgave me for what happened with Jamal. She would also talk about some of the dates that James took her out on, dates that I weren't privy to because I'm sure he wanted me to experience them from her point of view. I could only smile as she told me how romantic every date was and how she loved the pounding he gave her after the dates were over. I could only agree with her about how great a man James was, telling her that "Daddy has so many needs, so I'm happy that you can make him happy!" We'd work on our homework together sometimes too, and because most of the other girls didn't like me, Anne would inevitably be my partner. During the "Dyking Out For Him" module, we had to play with each other as part of the assignment. I was actually looking forward to it, because while I could sleep with her in her bed during our sleepovers, our relationship was strictly platonic - she saw me as her bestie and nothing me. I even tried to play with myself when she fell asleep, breathing in her scene and staring at her as I rubbed my dicklette. But my programming kept me in check, and after I night of furiously trying to masturbate to the sight of Anne half naked ended in failure, I never touched myself when I was with her again. I did have a little hope that this assign