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Author's notes. This story was requested by one of my readers. It is dedicated to you, Mia, I hope you enjoy and feel better. I didn't ask anybody to edit this story because I'm not sure I like it myself and I also don't want anyone else to touch this one. But I think it may be useful if I write a couple of words to explain my view on things like violence, forced feminization, forced sex. I'm against any form of violence and any form of oppression. And, of course, I'm firmly against any kind of forced sex or sexual abuse. With that being said, I also would like to mention that it is not wrong to recognize that sometimes the dark necessities are also part of our design. And Fictionmania is an excellent way to channel this dark energy into a harmless fantasy. I believe it's much better than trying to suppress it all the time because channeling is better than suppressing and because darkness helps us all to shine. DARK NECESSITIES I stretched myself and yawned smiling at the same time. Isabella was dressing slowly right in front of me, making sure I have a good view, slowing down for at least a half minute before pulling her jeans slowly over her ass. And her light brown ass is a first-class material: heart- shaped, pleasantly soft and taut. She didn't minded when I became a little bit rough slamming her ass from behind last night. "I'm leaving," she said with a smile. "Yea, you do," I answer and stretch myself again. Her smile disappears, her mouth become slightly open. She is starting to get it but still refuse to accept the reality. "Are you going to get out of this bed?" "Not really, I will lay for a while." It is amusing to see a girl's face when she suddenly recognizes that she was used for sex. Isabella was a nice piece of ass, too bad I'm always losing interest right after the first night. I fucked this one, it is done, and it is time to say goodbye. I may pretend I still like her, but this morning I'm too lazy for this game. But for girls, it is always difficult to accept. Each girl likes to think that she is special somehow, that she deserves to be treated like a princess and I should be happy to devote my life to her just because she was kind enough to spread her legs for me. Just a few minutes ago Isabella was smiling happily, still believed all romantic crap I told her yesterday. And now she realizes that she was nothing but a living sex toy for me, not special at all. Isabella is taking it badly. She opens her mouth to say something, close it, open again only to place her hand over her mouth, tears appear in her eyes. I guess she would run away if she can, but she has to finish getting dressed. Hastily she put her blouse on, forgetting about the bra, she stopped when she noticed it, sobs escape her mouth, face showing pure pain. Then something happened. Seeing Isabela's face crossed with pain, hearing her sobs, did something to me. I start to feel steering between my legs. I lift up the sheet, unbelievable: I'm getting hard again! After fucking Isabella half of the night and after good-bye fuck, as I call it, in the morning, I shouldn't be able to get hard again that soon. An idea comes to me, I start to think about Isabella still in my bed, sobbing not because I'm dumping her, but because I making her feel pain. I watch in fascination as my cock become fully erect. I didn't pay attention to Isabella slamming the door when she finally leaves my room. Thanks to her emotions, I discovered a new fantasy, and now I need to think about how I can realize it. ****** "How you doing it?" said Jeffrey and I can hear admiration in his voice. "It was the third girl in your room this week?" I'm sharing the flat with two nerds, Jeffrey and Liam. Liam is already gone, but Jeffrey stayed long enough to see Isabella running out of my room. It was a smart idea to share the flat with nerds. I'm helping this two losers to get to the best party, and they are helping by writing papers for me. "It was only three this week," I say with a yawn, "the coach goes crazy with the training, I have to save some energy. You know what, Jeffrey, if you prepare me breakfast, I will tell you all about it, all the secrets." Jeffrey hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Ok, I guess." He started to make eggs for me. "So what is your strategy, how you doing it?" "Ever heard about the 80-20 rule?" "Of course, I know the Pareto principle. 80% of the effects come from 20%..." "Pareto-mareto, cut the crap. That means that 20% of guys are getting 80% of the banging. And the strategy number one is that you have to choose who you are going to be: the 20% or the rest, the poor losers." I sip the coffer Jeffrey put in front of me. Damn, he knows how to do it. There must be a way to trick him into cooking me breakfast every morning. "Then the question is how to become 20%," I continued. "You have to forget everything they taught you about girls. You know, they teach you to respect and care about girls. And almost all the teachers in the kindergarten and school are females. They make you think that they are special, they make you feel like they all deserve special treatment." "Are you getting it? They are stupid bitches, and every one of them thinks that she is special. All you have to do is to tell them what they want to hear and dump them as soon as they start to bore you. You get the picture?" I see Jeffrey looking at me with an open mouth and feel proud for making this small speech. Maybe I should be a motivational speaker or something? Nea, my sports career is more important than anything else. ***** As soon as I saw her, I understand that she is the right one. Shy freshman, pretending to study there, but stealing the glances at our practice. Our eyes met, and I smile at her. She looks so innocent, I wouldn't be surprised she still virgin. Small, almost not existing breasts, very light makeup and she is so shy! Usually, I'm avoiding such girls, getting them in bed is requiring too much work. But she is a perfect candidate for what I have in mind. Her's inexperience only adds to the thrill. "Hi!" I said when I managed to get close to her, my face is all smile. "I notice you around. What's your name?" Soon I discovered that her name is Mary and she is studying biology, and she wants to become a scientist or maybe a doctor like her father. I was pretending I'm so interested to hear about her and her family, but I can't stop thinking about what I'm going to do to her. I was working extra hard with this one. A whole week of talking and walking together hand in hand, innocent kisses. I learned about her more than I care to remember. Her parents were wealthy, and she had a boyfriend back home, but they broke up, and now she found me. Finally, I got her in bed, and I worked extra hard again, using all my experience to get her pleased. I need her to trust me completely. It was the third time we were having sex when I decided that it is the time. "Would you like to try something kinky?" "What do you mean?" she asked smiling, still enjoying the afterglow of our last intercourse. "You know, some role-playing ... the stuff only real adults are doing." I took out a piece of thick rope, and she eyed it looking uncertain. "I don't know." "Why not, baby? If you don't like it, just tell me, and I will stop." I turned her around and tied her hands behind her back, gently at first. I helped her to lay on the stomach and proceed to tie her legs to the bed, forcing her legs in the spread position. "Oleg, I don't like it. It is not comfortable, untie me please." "Yea, baby, no problem." I come to her hands again, but instead of untieing it, I tie it extra hard, making her scream with discomfort. "What are you doing?" But I didn't answer, tightening the rope around her ankles instead. "What are you doing? Stop it! I'm afraid, please stop it!" She starts to scream, but I push a gag in her mouth, forcing her to make muffled sounds. Her terrified eyes looking at me begging to stop and I just can't help it anymore. I pull her hair making her head to rise and let my fully erected cock to touch her face. "So what, bitch, you think you are special? Oh yeah, you are special: I'm going to fuck you as I never fucked anyone before. I will fuck your little virgin arse, and it will be very painful and slow!" I start to laugh as my first orgasm hit me; my cock spam spraying her face with semen. She shut her big frightened eyes to avoid getting semen in it, but I can see tears rolling out of it. And I laugh some more from excitement; I'm going whup her candy ass with my belt before forcing myself inside. ****** "Get the fuck out of my room bitch!" Mary is trembling, her face is swollen from all the crying she did. Her hands, with white marks where the rope was pressed, are shaking making the process of dressing painfully slow. "Can you speed the fuck up? And stop whining, I want to get some sleep now!" "You ... you will pay for what you did!" she said with a trembling voice. "What? Who will believe you, bitch? I'm the star of this college, and you are what? A freshman with no friends? Get out of here!" She continued to dress sobbing at the same time. And I lay on my back enjoying the afterglow of the greatest orgasm I ever have. ****** Exactly as I expected, nothing happened the next days. I saw Maria a couple of times, she looked grim. Our eyes met once, and I winked at her. And I already started to work on my next project: a small Japanese girl with the name Hana. I wonder how it will feel to force my big cock inside such tiny ass? I progress nicely with Hana; like so many before her, she is excited about having a big muscular sports star as a boyfriend. We started to kiss each other, and I estimated that I need no more than a day or two to get her in my bed. But this evening something happened. Hana is not answering my calls. I found her in the library, seating and reading there alone. "Hi Hanna," I said smiling, "I was looking for you. You are not answering my calls?" She looked at me, and her eyes look frightened. "There are some girls. They are telling bad things about you! Very very bad things!" she said with her sexy accent, and I wonder how her voice will sound when I make her scream in pain. "What they told you?" I asked trying to look surprised. "They say you are using girls. And one girl said you were torturing her!" I look away for a moment. I have to do something with Mary, I have to stop this bitch from spreading the rumors. And probably I need to lay low for a while. But no, this petite Japanese girl has to be fucked hard. I have to feel her tiny ass shakes with pain when I force myself inside of her anal canal. I feel the intense energy of my desire. "Of course! They even started a smear campaign against me now." I put one hand to my face, the energy of my desire is telling me what to do. I look sad, I look like I'm going to cry. "You think it is easy to be a star here? All these girls are trying to get even with me for refusing to date them. And this pale-face Mary, she is the worst! She is racist, she is trying to punish me for dating a Japanese girl!" I was always good with girls, but the energy of my desire is making me even stronger. I feel like a real artist, and I'm not surprised when a real tear run down my check. I wipe away the tear and start to rise to walk away. "I guess I'm paying the price for being me. But sometimes I feel so lonely in my room," I said putting a hand to my face and start to walk away slowly. It wasn't more than a couple of steps when I hear Hanna run to me. "Wait! Stop, I'm so sorry! I didn't know." She touches my hand, her eyes are getting big with concern. And I turn my head away to hide my smile. ***** "I'm so happy you are with me tonight, Hanna. That means a lot to me," I said smiling. "I have a special present for you, please close your eyes. Hmm... no, please turn around and keep your hands behind you. Yes, wait a second." My movements are quick and smooth. The intense energy of my desire is driving me, it's making me efficient. It feels like I can do no wrong as long as I following my heart desire, and my heart desire is to make this girl scream in pain, to penetrate hew and make it slow and as painful for her as possible. Her hands are tied within seconds. I took a moment to admire my work, it looks professional like I was doing it all my life. Next moment I throw Hanna's tiny body on my bed and start to tie her ankles. She still silent, probably too shocked to talk, her eyes are wide with fear, and she is looking at my erected cock getting close to her face. "I'm so sorry Hanna, but those things you heard about me, they all true," I pat her on the head. "But I also like you, this part also true," I take a moment to amuse myself watching as hope cross her terror-stricken face. "You see if I fuck your arse, it will be really painful for you. But you can avoid it by deepthroating me. It will be less painful and quick. You see? Open your mouth, and it will be quickly over." Hanna hesitated for a moment before opening her mouth, and I drive my cock inside grabbing her hair tight with both hands. Of course, she wouldn't be able to satisfy me this way, I'm too big for her tiny throat, but it's going to be so funny to watch her try! ****** My mama ain't raised no fool. I know I have to be careful now. I disposed of the rope and the gag. I thought about how I will handle if one of the girls starts to accuse me, but I wasn't prepared for Isabella. "You, bastard, you got your last chance!" "What?" "I know what you did to Mary and Hanna! You go to the police, you confess, and you go to jail!" I looked at her with shock. How should I react to this? But my dark side, the energy, it always knows what to do and what to say. "Isabella, you attacking me because I'm an immigrant or because of my sexuality?" "What?" It is her turn to be shocked. "You didn't know? I was trying to be straight but never been able to keep it up for more than one night. And maybe my approach to sex was a bit uncomfortable for some of the girls, but instead of trying to understand me they were damping me and now you are spreading this rumors because of your anti-gay, anti-migrant, fascist views!" I chuckled seeing her freezing with open mouth. "Good luck with police," I said before turning and walking away. I figured that all I need to do now is to find a good looking gay and pretend that I'm in love with him. I may even try to fuck him and maybe even find some pleasure in it if it will be painful enough for him. The college administration and activists will be so happy to know that they star belong to LGBT, I will be protected and safe of all accusations. ***** I stretched myself and smile, live never feels so good. Since I discovered my passion, it is like I become a new person. I understand that it is a dangerous hobby, but I also never felt so alive before. I heard one man on a radio speaking that it is not lack of resources, it is the lack of resourcefulness that stopping people from getting the things done. Well, I'm very resourceful as long as the goal involves a young girl writhing in pain on my big cock. I come to the kitchen and see Jeffrey and Liam standing there. It looks like they've been waiting for me. "Hi, Oleg." "Hi, nerds." "Would you like me to make breakfast for you?" Jeffrey asked and swallowed nervously. "What? Yea, ok, go ahead. You are good with it, so why not." I wonder why he volunteered to do it. Has he already heard that I'm gay? Maybe he would like to be my boyfriend? I tried to imagine having sex with Jeffrey. Nope, I don't feel anything about it. I need a young girl to feel excited. But what to do with my alibi? If I can't date boys, how can I prove I belong to LGBT? I should declare myself transgender! Nobody will be able to prove that I'm not. I will start the rumors. Jeffrey cleared his throat, and Liam stepped forward like he was reminded of something. "Would you like me to prepare your protein shake?" said Liam nervously. "You know, just as a sign of our ... ehhh ... friendship?" "Yea, sure, Liam. I call it true friendship, you know. But the next time you wanna do something for our friendship, like washing my socks or something, don't ask, just do." I have no idea why my nerds are willing to serve me this way, but why not. They say don't look a gift horse in the mouth, and I don't. My life turned for the better since I discovered my heart desire, and I accept it. ***** "Yes, I need your help and protection," I'm trying to look frightened. "But how we can help you?" "Ever since I become open about my sexuality, it is like hell got loose on me! I regret I started to talk about it! Maybe our college is not so pro LGBT as you claim! These freshmen Maria and Hanna, they are spreading lies about me and nobody care enough to stop them!" I'm trying to be as emotional as possible. All members of the LGBTQ committee are empressed, all but one of them. Dark skinned Emma is a friend of Isabella, she can be dangerous. "What exactly is your sexuality? If you want our help, you need to explain how you qualify for it?" said Emma and looked at me with suspicion in her eyes. "I... I'm a transsexual." "You want to be a woman?" "Not just want, I feel like I've been born in a wrong body, but I've been hiding my true sexuality all these years." "One private clinic is donating its help for a case like yours. They are offering free medical treatment for a transgender foreign student. Would you be willing to apply?" "Sure! It is like my dream come true. In fact, lack of money for the medical treatment is what stopped me in the past." Even Emma looked convinced now, and I left smiling inside. I was always physically strong, but it requires more than this to get a scholarship nowadays. I know all about hormones, I was taking testosterone and growth hormone to get my scholarship. I can pretend to go along with the treatment and even get a few estrogen shots. It will silence Maria and Hanna, and I will change my mind and stop the medication long before it will do any serious damage to my health. ***** The private clinic looks pleasantly clean, comfortable and professional. I took the time to travel there to silence all possible accusations. The fact that I'm visiting the gender clinic is enough to make any rape claims looks ridiculous. And soon I will be free to act again, I already have a new project: dark-skinned freshmen Naomi. This project has to wait, which means I have a lot of time to plan it, and I'm thinking about something extra painful and humiliating for my new target. The receptionist walked me to an office, and soon I joined by a doctor. The doctor's face looks somehow familiar to me. I'm sure I never saw him before, yet he seems like someone I know. "So, your are Oleg, our applicant?" "Yep, that me Doc." "And you want to be a woman, right?" "Right, I was dreaming about it all my life," I answer with a chuckle. "Than we shouldn't waste a minute more. Please sign the papers, and we will begin." "Shouldn't you start with a shrink trying to talk me out of it?" "Is there a reason we should doubt your words?" "Of course not, I'm for real, man!" "Than just sign the papers, and we will do according to the protocol, our protocol." I signed some papers not bothering to read it. It all doesn't really matter, I will be going there for a couple of days, and then I will say that I changed my mind and never come back. A big breasted nurse walked me through a battery of tests. The nurse is too old for my liking but thinking about forcefully squeezing her ample breasts makes me excited. And, since fucking another college freshman girl is temporally out of the question, she can be a fair game too. I tried to hit on her, but she gave me a strange look and continued without saying anything. Hours later doctor joined us. "Oleg, you are in remarkably good health," he said checking the tests results. "We can start today." "Start? What do you mean by start?" "Just a small procedure, nothing dramatic today." ***** I wake up feeling weird. "What just happened?" "As I said, a small procedure." "You have to put me to sleep to do it?" "It is better this way, believe me. We expect you to come back this Friday." "Like hell!" I mutter under my breath and heading for the exit. "Don't hesitate to contact us if you feel any side effects. And don't remove the bandage on your leg." "What the fuck?" I swear when I saw a medical bandage on the side of my thigh close to my crotch. "This motherfucker cut me! I'm not going to this place again!" I leave in a hurry and speed up my car swearing not to return to this place ever again. ***** I kept a low profile last few days, but girls from LGBTQ committee contacted me to learn how I'm doing. Of course, I said that I'm overwhelmed with joy and have no words to thanks them all; and that I'm going back to the clinic next Friday first thing in the morning. I was happy when I started to feel like I'm getting cold or something. Flu would be a perfect excuse to not revisit the clinic. But I become less happy when I started to feel like I'm really ill. I skipped the training, and I'm asleep most of the time. The weirdest thing is that I don't want to fuck. Even fantasizing about Naomi writhing in pain do nothing to me. I must be really ill. "Who is it?" I moan hearing someone knocking at my door. "This Jeffrey and Liam, you forgot about your breakfast and protein shake." "Go to hell. I don't want to eat." "But ... you have to eat. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day." "And you will lose your muscle mass if you will skip your protein." I stand up slowly and move to the kitchen. The nerds are right, the flu or whatever I got will be soon over, and I have to keep my muscles nourished. "What?" I asked seeing them giving me strange looks. "...ehhh nothing, you just looking bad." "It's nothing, I will be ready to rumble tomorrow or day after max," I tried to sound like I have it under control, but as soon as I finish the food, I walk back to my room and crush on the bed and went asleep. ***** I wake up feeling uneasy and tired. I have never been ill for more than a couple of days, but now I'm not even sure how much time passed. I vaguely remember that nerds insist that I drink my protein shake every morning, for some reason, it seems to be important for them. I walked uneasily to the bathroom. I need to pee, and I lower my boxes to make way for my cock, but nothing comes out. "What the fuck?!" I cry looking at my cock, it is noticeably smaller than it used to be. An awful idea crossed my mind, and I start to undress with shaking hands. "No, no, no, please no!" I cry seeing myself in the mirror, my hard earned muscles almost have gone; all my body become smooth and rounded like it belongs to a slightly overweight girl, and two small but undeniably female breasts stood on top of it. "Jeffrey, Liam wakes up! I need help!" Jeffrey comes looking sleepy. "What's up Oleg?" "I need you to drive me to a hospital, I'm growing fucking breasts!" "Who are you calling? Just drive me to the fucking hospital! I can't drive myself, my hands are shaky." "I'm calling a friend, he will help," answered Jeffrey and I heard him saying, "It is time," to someone. A black Toyota is waiting for me on the street. The driver is a tough looking Asian man, he is not saying anything, but start to drive as soon as I jump in. I tried to speak to him a couple of times, but he remains silent, and I doze off to sleep. I wake up because the driver opened the door and shaking me. "We come to the hospital, right?" I say stepping out of the car, but already next second I recognized the place. "No way! I'm not going to this fucking gender clinic, I need a normal hospital, you understand?" Suddenly my left hand is pinned behind me, and I feel a sharp pain. "Move!" said the driver with a strong Japanese accent. "Move, or I break hand!" He is forcing me to walk inside. There is nobody at the reception, but the door is open, and he walks me to a medical office where the doctor and the busty nurse is waiting for us. As soon as I come inside, they roll the sleeve of my hand held by the driver and inject me with something. Calm come over me, my hands and legs become heavy, and it is difficult to move. They put me on the gurney, and I don't have any power to fight them. "I realize we failed to introduce us properly to you," The doctor stands over me looking at my eyes. "I'm doctor Stevenson, owner of this place and this is my wife, Anna," He gestured to the busty nurse. "And, you probably already guessed, we also parents of Maria Stevenson, the young girl you raped and tortured just recently." "And I Yakamota, father of Hanna," said the driver. "You ... I ... police ..." I'm trying to talk, but it is difficult, I can't feel my tongue. "Police? What for? There is no harm, we just going to help your desire to become a woman. Everybody knows you are transgender, you even signed all the papers. And you were willingly taking hormone therapy for weeks." "Wh... therapy?" "I surgically installed a capsule in your thigh that was slowly releasing testosterone blockers, and you were receiving horse amount of estrogens with your morning shakes. It is against protocol to do such high doses of hormones, but it speeds things up, and your body is strong enough to handle it." "And forget about complaining to anybody, there is no proof anyone was forcing you to do it. And Mr. Yakamota is not even entered this country." ***** I come to my senses. Everything about my body is wrong, and I feel pain all over it. My face, chest, and crotch are bandaged and radiating unbearable pain. I tear away tubes and wires attached to my body and start getting out of bed screaming in pain as each move is bringing the hellish pain. A nurse comes running to me. "Get back, It is too early for your to walk!" "... fuck ... I'm out of h..." I'm trying to tell, but even my voice is wrong. "Get back, and you will get your painkiller." I scream something in response and continue to walk to the door, I'm out of this place! "What is going on?" I saw Doctor Stevenson enter the room. "I see, it is a bad case of the post-operational syndrome. We need to add some sedative." I was trying to resist them for a while, but even the nurse alone is much stronger than I'm now. ****** I wake up because something cold and sharp is touching my stomach. The bandage and pain seem to be gone, and I feel much better, but something sharp is touching my skin, forcing me to wake up. It is late at night, and the light is dim, but I can see Mr. Yakamota is standing there in front of me. He is bare-chested, and I can see that all his skin is tattooed. He is holding a long curved sword in his right hand. "I see, you awake!" he said with a strong accent seeing me trying to move. "When I knew what you did to my daughter I took our family sword and board ship. I was going to deal with you old way, I was going to cut your balls and makes you swallow it. Then I was going to cut your stomach open and strangle you with your own guts." He touched my stomach with the point of his sword again, as if regretting he is not cutting it open. "But when I arrive, girls told me not to do. Girls say it is 21 century and there is better way for pig like you. And now I see they were right. It is good, very good. I will sell you to brothel, and you will be fucked all life." I freeze with fear, trying to get away from the sword as far as possible, not sure what I should do or say. Suddenly there a noise in the corridor and Mr. Yakamota is hiding his sword. "Don't go," he said and leave the room. Shaking with fear I get off the bed. I need to get away from this madman! With unsteady steps, I move to the closet. I relieved to find all my clothes there, but a wave of nausea come over me when leaned over to pick it up. Something big and heavy is attached to my chest, and I'm afraid I know what it is! Bastards! What they did to me? But there is no time for it now, I have to get away before the madman is back. I put my clothes on, but it feels wrong. My own clothes are too big for me and at the same time too tight in the chest area. Stumbling I walk out of the room and hurry down the corridor. Lucky for me the corridors are empty, and even reception area is deserted. It is difficult to walk as my muscles are badly out of use and my massive breasts are jumping all around with every step I take. I also turn my head every few seconds to make sure the Japanese madman is not following me. I breathe a sigh of relieve when I come to the parking lot, and Mr. Yakamota is still nowhere to be seen. But I can't find my car, and my pockets are empty. No keys, no money, nothing! What I'm going to do? It is this moment when I notice Mr. Yakamota running out of the clinic, sword in his hands. Oh no! I start to run as fast as I can, and my breasts are jumping painfully up and down. I have no choice, but grab breasts with my hands to try and hold them at the place. It is still late, and the area is deserted, but I can see one big camper is moving down the road. "Stop! Please stop, please!" I cry and jump up and down, one hand in the air, another hand is trying to hold my breasts. The breaks squeak loudly, and the camper is stopped in front of me. The door is open, and I run headfirst inside. "Please drive, there a madman behind me!" The door is closed, and I feel the camper is starting to move again. "Ohh man!" I cry with relief. "Thank you so much! It was a nightmare! I don't know how to thank you!" "You can start by giving me a blowjob," said the driver with a chuckle. The driver comment makes me shudder. Is he serious about it? The camper looks like a costly model, but it was poorly maintained. Strong smell of tobacco, weed, alcohol and cheap deodorant feeling my nose. Cigarettes and empty bottles are everywhere. "Don't scare the poor girl, can't you see she is running from a boyfriend." A woman moves out of the back of the camper she is wearing nothing but black panties. A floral tattoo is covering the left side of her body, and her massive breasts are decorated with nipple rings. "Unless you are willing to give your head," she said winked at me. "I like to get fucked when I'm stressed." "Come, you can rest on the sofa, we will talk in the morning." I lay on the sofa, feeling tired and stressed. The remains of the sedative are probably still in my blood because I doze off after just a few minutes of laying there. "Come on everyone, time to get off!" I hear the diver's voice, and loud music starts to sound in the stereo. "George, do you have to wake up everyone so early?" I hear the naked woman voice. "Yes, Nata, we have things to do today. We need to move everything, and we have to start shooting today, the time is money." Nata walks out of the bedroom, this time wearing a light smoke that did almost nothing to hide her pierced breasts. The camper stood in the driveway of a huge house, more like a mansion than a home. "Holy cow!" cried another woman stepping out of the second bedroom and looking out the window. The woman is a short brunette, and she is looking like she is from China. "And we got it all for a week just for a small favor!" she looked at me. "Shut the fuck up, Rosa!" Nata gives a stern look to the Chinese woman. A muscular man wearing only his boxers step out of the first bedroom. "Now, that I would call a proper house! I'm sick of this camper, let's go inside. I will take a shower, and you girls can cook a real breakfast for us." ***** I found an empty bathroom and stood in front of the bowl with my pants down. But there is nothing to appear and nothing to hold with a hand. The reality of my new gender hit me. Slowly I lowered to my pants some more and turned around to sit on the bowl. I wanted to pee for some time now, and as soon as I relaxed my muscles, strong flow hit the bowl. The flaw is strong, and it took less time than it used to take. I rise but feel still wet down there. With trepidation, I grab a piece of paper and wipe myself there, feeling how sensitive and how different this part of me now. "Fucking bastards! What they did to me?" I close my eyes feeling like crying. But an image of a busty girl crying in a bathroom, and understanding that this girl is me now, makes me feel nausea. "There must be a way back! I will get back, and I will make them pay!" I shout, and this outburst makes me feel better. It feels more like old good me. Whatever they did to my body, I will find a way to get even! I found two women in a big kitchen preparing eggs and coffee. "Hi" greeted me Nata with a smile. "By the way, my name is Natalia, but you can call me Nata, and this is Rosa. By the way, Rosa, but it is not your real name, right?" "Of course not," answered the Asian woman. "But you can't pronounce my real name, so why bother?" "And your name?" "Oleg." "Olga?" "ehhhhh ... yes, Olga," I answered with a trepidation, accepting a female name feels terribly wrong. "Can you cook, Olga?" "Not really." "That makes three of us. All we can do is eggs, but there plenty of food in the fridge, grab whatever you like." Everybody started to eat. The driver George is digging into the food with his mouth wide open, producing loud sound and spraying pieces of food all around him. And the muscular man, his name is James, is eating with one hand, his second hand is between Nata's legs, but she didn't seem to mind. "So, what's your story, Olga? Judging by your clothes, you ran away from a boyfriend, right?" "Sort of," I answer looking at the table in front of me. "And what are your plans now?" "I don't know. I have a relative living in New York, I need to get there and find him. But I don't have any money." "I think we can help with the money. George, we can give a small part for Olga, don't me?" "Part?" "You see, we are filmmakers." "Filmmakers?" "Yea, we shoot all kind of content, you know, short movies, clips. George, what do you think?" Gorge stopped to eat and looking at me throw his hands. "Yes, we can work with her. We will call this episode 'Tomboy from the east,' but you have to work on her face before we start." I knew that artists, especially filmmakers can be eccentric. These people are strange for sure, but they saved me from the madman with the sword, and if they are offering me a way to earn some money, I have nothing against it. George and James started to move equipment while Nata Rosa worked on my face. "You are sure a tomboy, even your ears are not pierced. Lucky for you I have the equipment and pierce you for free," Nata took something that looks like a pistol and grabs my left ear. I hear clicks, and something stings my left earlobe twice. Then she repeated it with my right ear. "Much better now! But what we are going to do with her hair, it is too short to make any decent style." "Let's use butterfly pins, it will make her look like a teenager." Both women continued to work on my face, applying makeup, plucking my eyebrow painfully, rearranging my hair. "ok, what do you think, Rosa?" Both women stepped back and studying the result of they work. "Not a beauty queen, but will do as a naive tomboy." "Yea, you are right. Olga, time to get dressed, take this." "Do I have to wear this?" I hear a note of panic in my voice. Nata gave me a maid's uniform with a short black sleeveless dress and a white apron. "Of course, it is the part of the scenario. And there some lingerie for you, you must be tired of walking without a bra." Both women looked at me waiting to start changing, but I feel awkward. "Can I change in another room?" "Oh, you are so shy! Of course, choose any room you like." I saw girls dressing in front of me hundreds of times, and I was helping girls to undress hundreds of times; female lingerie holds no secrets for me. But this simple white bra in my hands is terrifying me. Is it going to be MY BRA? With shaking hands, I put it on as I remember girls doing it. "Bloody Doctor Stevenson!" I scream in desperation. The doctor spared no silicon on me, and the bra makes it looks even bigger. My breasts are now uplifted and more in front of me, and I can't even see my legs below. I brought the dress over my head, struggle to put it past my breasts. "Excellent!" cried Nata seeing me returning. She adjusted the uniform. "You look like a real thing. I mean a real maid. Now take this heels, and you are good to go." I put my feet in heel she gave me and struggle to fasten it. It is not so easy with the breasts my size. You can't just lean forward and fasten it. Finally, I managed to fasten it and tried to walk only to lose my balance and land on my side. The women laugh hard. "You were never wearing high heels, did you?" cried Nata and offered me her hand to stand up again. "Pretend you are tiptoeing, that may work." "All right everybody. Time for some shooting.," He changed to a suit and switched the light on. "Olga, you have a very simple role, walk around pretending to clean master's bedroom. There, on the table, you will find a necklace, try it and check the mirror. There is a device like a pillory behind the bed, put your head and hands in it and pretend that you are interested in how it works." "What it is all about?" "It is about shooting a movie. We are doing you a favor here, you may find a way to earn some money. If you don't like it, get out of here, otherwise, start by saying to the camera how old are you and that you enjoy to do it." "Ok, no problem." I cleared my throat. "My name is Oleg ... ahh ... sorry, my name is Olga, and I'm 21 years old." "Goddamn it! Say it again, look directly at the camera and try to smile like you really enjoy doing it." "My name is Olga, I'm 21 years old, and I really like to do it." I tried to smile. "Ok, start cleaning." I walk to the wall pretending to clean the dust, not sure if I'm doing it right. Geroge looking unhappy, James is holding the camera, Rosa is standing behind lighting device, correcting its position when necessary, and Nata is seating there cleaning her nails. Slowly I walked pass big fireplace and to the table where an expensive looking necklace is laying. I put it around my neck, fasten and step to a big mirror to check how I look. I gasp seeing myself in the mirror for the first time. I can recognize my face, but it seems like it belongs to a female now. If I didn't know better, I might think I see a country tomboy girl, not too attractive and probably dumb as a brick. I open my mouth in surprise, and it only adds to the picture. I see James coming close and focusing the camera on my face. I swallowed hard and start to move again. There is a pillory like wooden device, somebody was having kinky sex in this bedroom. I lean forward, feeling my breasts swaying in the bra, and put my head and hands inside. Suddenly, George stepped forward shutting the pillory close and closing a heavy padlock on it, making impossible for me to move out. "You know Olga, you are a very bad maid, you are not working, and you are stealing our jewelry!" I'm looking at him at the shock, not sure what I should do or say. "I have to teach you a lesson. Now open your mouth." With terror, I see an o-ring gag with straps in his hands. I shake my head energetically as trying to say that there is no way in hell I will allow something like this in my mouth. BOOM! He slaps me in the face painfully. "You better be a good girl and open your mouth." Another slap and I inhale deeply to shout out what I'm thinking about him and his gag, but as soon as I open my mouth, he pushes the ring inside of it and quickly fasten the straps around my head. "Ghhh ghh ghhhhh!" I'm trying to speak, but it is impossible to articulate with my mouth open wide. "I know my dear, you are sorry and would like to apologize, I will help you to do it," he said patting me on my head. He opens his fly and let out his semierect cock. In terror, I see as he is coming close to me, touch my face with the tip of it. The cock is growing becoming fully erect. "GHHH GHHH GHHH!" I'm trying to scream and break free, but the massive wooden pillory is keeping me firmly in place. His cock is a huge veined beast and it hardly feet my mouth when he pushes it inside. "Yes, Olga, my cock is in your mouth, and you better get used to it," Commented George and drive his cock all the way in and pushing against the opening of my throat. He is trying to force himself deeper inside, but he is too big, and I start to gag. He pressed his cock tight to my throat opening and pressed his fingers to my nose at the same time. I begin to shake not able to breathe and look at him pleadingly. "You are a poor tomboy from the east, I understand it. But you need to start learning. I'm going to fuck your mouth nice and slowly, and you will be playing with her tongue to please your master, will you?" I nod, and he releases my nose allowing me to breathe again. He starts to move inside of my mouth back and forth, and I touch him with my tongue as he instructed. He continued to fuck my mouth for what feels like an eternity. My tongue becomes numb from all the movement I'm doing to please him. My mouth is full of saliva and his precum, the mix is dribbling down my chin. I start to makes involuntary sounds when it feels like I can't keep it anymore. Finally, George is moving his cock out of my mouth. "Good girl, you are doing progress, but your lesson is not over yet." He moves behind me and there a silence for a short period of time. Then I feel him pulling the hem of my dress up, and lowering my panties. Terrified I'm trying to turn my head to see what he is going to do, but the pillory is blocking the view. I hear whizzing sound, and something hit my bare ass painfully. He spanks me again and again, and I start to cry with pain and humiliation. Tears run down my cheeks. But when he stopped beating me, I freeze with terror, what is going to be next? I feel his hand moving between my legs, touching my new sensitive part painfully there. One of his fingers is finding the way, and I feel as it is moving inside of me, making me aware of the reality I was trying to ignore for so long. I have a vagina. George is replacing his finger with his cock, pressing it against the opening, his hands on my hips. I freeze with terror, I'm trying to say No! Please No! But only can produce ghhhh sound. He starts to enter me, and I feel every inch of his cock going deep inside of me. He moved all the way in, and I writhe uncomfortably, feeling my vagina spread wide. He moved in and out gently at first, but then speed it up, and start stuffing me roughly with deep, fast, rough thrusting motions. I shut my eyes in pain, and I would close my ears if I can. His scrotum is slapping me with a sound each time he thrusts his cock inside of me. And when I feel like I can't take it anymore, he removed my bra, catch my swinging breasts, and squeeze them hard, while continuing trusting his cock inside of me. I wake up lying on the bed with Nata patting me on the head. "Her vagina is precisely like a real thing. This medics, they learned how to do it. You wouldn't be able to say the difference." "No way! I would recognize a fake vagina with my eyes closed!" "You wanna bet? Rosa is about the same size. Let's put them in the same position, blindfold you, and see if you can tell whos vagina you are fucking." "What you did to me, bastards!" I cry and sob at the same time. I feel pain in my mouth, my breasts and in my ... in my pussy. "Nothing special, just some rough fucking, your friends will be happy." "Friends? What you are talking about?" "Your friends contacted us and said that there a transgirl who dreamed of being a pornstar with BDSM theme. They say you will run to us right out of a medical clinic. We got this mansion free of charge for a week for agreeing to put you in one of our films." "Films? What kind of film it is?" "We are shooting porno, don't you get it? Your clip was already uploaded and your friends from the college they all got free access to it." I seat on the bed with my mouth wide open. It all was a setup, and I walked right into the trap. I gave them the idea what to do with me when I declared that I'm a transgender person. "You are not too bad. Of course, you are too ugly to be a real pornstar, but you are good material for BDSM clips. We can sign a contract for a few films. The first one we will call tomboy's first anal. I'm afraid it can be very painful for you, but it will sell." "Go to hell!" "Then get out of here! I'm tired of you howling, it is my mansion for the next week, get out of here!" I get out of bed and feel that my legs are weak. "Where are my clothes?" I ask Nata. "Are you sure, sweetie? Fucking is not so bad, you may start liking it." "Where are my clothes?" "I throw them away, they don't feet you anyway." I stood there for a moment not sure what to do. Then I start walking and slam the door behind me as hard as I can. I walk outside thinking what should I do. I can come back to the colledge, LGBTQ committee will be happy to have me. But the idea that perhaps everybody saw me being banged as a stupid bitch makes me shudder. I don't want to face even my nerds ever again. And I don't even want to think what may happen if my old teammates catch me in the locker room. I walk past the camper and stop seeing my reflection in a window. A big breasted girl dressed as a maid looked back at me. Where I'm going to go looking like this? No money, no documents. I sign and turn back. "You changed your mind, bitch?" George welcomed me. "I changed my mind too. I will pay you only the half of what I was going to pay, and you will stay as our maid all the time. Now bring me the beer from the fridge and prepare your pussy, James want to try it." "So good you decided to stay!" said Nata smiling and hugging me. "It such a turn on for me to know that you are used to be a man. I want you to lick my pussy while James will be busy with you, and I'm going to try strapon on you too," she smiled happily and hug me like me are best friends.