Mortimer and Myrtle A Love Story
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Lisa began to slowly wake up. It was as if a heavy fog was slowly
receding all around. She rolled over on to her side in her bed and
that was when she began to realize something was wrong. As her anxiety
swelled it forced her to become even more awake and she rolled over on
to her back again. It took her a seeming eternity of near panic over
the wrongness she felt before she realized what had happened.
She moved her hands up to her chest to confirm with her fingers what
she felt, fearfully, throughout the rest of her body. Or, more
accurately, what she wasn't feeling. Her limbs were stiff and her
movements felt awkward but what she felt with those fingertips
confirmed what her chest wasn't feeling - the weight. There was no
more weight to her chest. Her bountiful breasts, her tits, her sissy
fuck tits, they were gone. She was almost flat again. There was just
some puffiness under her nipples but that was it.
Gone were her beautiful full, round, heavy, and ample tits. She
whimpered. She loved her tits. They made her look so sexy. They made
her feel so sexy. Even if her mannerisms weren't perfectly feminine
all the time or even if hands were a bit too big or her fingers too
thick her big breasts kept anyone and everyone distracted from
noticing. And her outfits all made sure the focus remained on those
tits and not anything which might allow anyone else to "make" her as
not being an actual full real girl.
She didn't mind if some people were able to "make" her as being a gurl
instead of a girl so long as it was the right sort of people. The
people who liked gurls like Lisa. The sort of people who liked putting
gurls like Lisa in their place. Namely, bent over with her skirt hiked
up and her sissy pussy filled with some juicy thick cock.
"No!!!!" she exclaimed and that just made it worse. She realized her
voice was once again deeper. Not quite what it used to be when she was
still a boy but nowhere near the sweet soft feminine thing she'd worked
so hard to get it to. Her hands flew to her throat but she couldn't
tell if it was any thicker. Then again, it didn't look any thinner
after the tracheal shave and she couldn't imagine how that would be
reversed anyway.
She whimpered again and bit her lip. It was an exquisitely girlish
thing to do but she quickly realized that too had changed. Her fingers
quickly were upon her lips and between them and her tongue she realized
that gone was the plumpness those lips once had. They felt as thin and
they used to be before the collagen and silicon plumped them up to
their wonderful cocksucking and pussy worshipping wonderfulness.
As she moved her tongue over her lips she also realized that gone to
were the studs set into it. She whimpered some more as she pressed her
tongue around inside her mouth to confirm the absence. There had been
two ball studs set into her tongue. They'd helped her more easily lisp
like a sissy and they'd also help drive the men and the women wild as
she slavered her tongue across their cocks or clits.
"Cocks and clits" the mere thought of those two wonderful things
brought her hands to her nipples. Her hunger and conditioning for
cocks and clits to worship was basic nature to her now. The intensity
of her hunger for them now made her aware of how long it must have been
since last she'd had either. Her fingers were working her nipples
without her even having thought to do so. Her habits were still strong
and even her having been regressed didn't stop that. It would've been
too hard to have done so. Unfortunately, the pleasure her fingers
brought her through her nipples only served to make something else hard
- her cock.
It took a few seconds for her to realize what was going on. She'd
happily taken so much "girly juice" for so long in order to become her
fetish vision of a sissy fucktoy that she hadn't had an actual erection
in years. She didn't miss them, she was too often filled at both ends
to have any need of erections and no few of the men and women she liked
best had no liking for their sissies to have hardons of their own. But
now, her cock was hard enough to tent up the bedsheet she was laying
under.
Hesitantly, fearfully, regretfully, she reached down to her cock and
explored it with her fingers. Its shaft nicely filled her hand and
then some. Not some massive piece of man meat but definitely thicker
and bigger down there than she'd been in years and years. Lisa
actually began crying at this. Now there was no way she'd be able to
fit into all those wonderfully sexy outfits she'd accumulated. She had
come to love all those sissy panties that were oh-so-tiny up front as
her hormone shrunken cock and diminished balls could easily be captured
by them and held nicely in place.
Now that was no longer possible. She'd be spilling out of them like
some new and incompetent cross dresser on his first night's out at a
truck stop. She hated that. She had worked too hard for too long to
still be that.
Lisa threw off the covers and tried to sit up in her bed. That didn't
go well. Her head began spinning as she rose up so she flopped back
down. She eventually rolled onto her side again and levered herself
slowly upright. That worked better. She began reaching around the bed
to try and find some light switch. After some groping her fingers
connected on what she sought and she clicked it on. The brilliance was
blinding to her and she had to squeeze her eyes tightly shut from it.
She brought her hands up to her eyes for some protection. It was only
gradually that she was able to peek out from behind them and withstand
that light coming from even just the small bedside lamp. Her vision
was fuzzy for several minutes but, eventually that cleared to sharpness
as well.
The room she was in was small and non-descript. Looking around more
intently, she realized it was but a hotel room and that there was a
bathroom attached to it. Seeing that, Lisa realized she truly needed
to use it. Carefully, she levered herself standing. She felt stiff
and awkward and weak even with just the few steps she took from her bed
to the bathroom and its toilet. Out of habit she daintily sat down on
the toilet seat and began to relieve her bladder's pressure. She
opened her legs and looked down at her cock which was still somewhat
hard and realized that she'd now have to hold it down while peeing lest
she spray beyond the toilet's bowl. She hadn't had to do that for many
years either.
She also realized that her piercings in her cock were gone as well.
She'd a Prince Albert set into it and then a frenum piercing to secure
her chastity tube. There weren't even the holes left from those
piercings. They'd been empty for so long that they'd healed shut.
Lisa shook her head over that as well.
Her bladder relieved, Lisa looked around the bathroom and saw it had a
full length mirror. She found the light switch and flicked it on. She
closed her eyes and took a breath before turning to face herself in the
mirror.
What she saw upon turning and looking brought more tears to her eyes.
She was gone. The man she'd been was back. Perhaps not fully back but
returned after many a year's absence.
Her build wasn't muscular by any means but was clearly masculine.
Perhaps that of a long distance runner's. A skinny one, maybe, but a
man's build, plainly. Those wonderful double Ds and the corset trained
nipped in waste were gone.
She stepped closer to the mirror and began examining her face with a
great intensity. There was nothing of note to see there and she
swallowed hard over that. Not even any residual redness to indicate
where the tattoos had been removed. Now she'd have to always apply the
blush and foundation to her checks herself. And she'd have to apply
the eyeliner now that the tattoos of them had been removed. Part of
her was glad she'd not been conscious while the tattoo removal process
had happened as it was almost as painful as their being inked to start
with.
She rubbed at her eyebrows and her shoulders slumped at how thick the
bone underneath felt. Whether it was actual bone growth or an implant
the fact that she could feel it meant that much, if not all, of her
facial feminization surgery had also been undone.
Stepping back she looked her entire body over again and run her hands
over her skin in doing so. It wasn't just the lighting in the
bathroom. The slight darkness on her skin wasn't due to any poor
illumination it was due to her hair. It was back. Not some dense fur
matting but it was once again back. She'd no idea how that had come to
pass as she thought the years of laser hair removal had well and truly
wiped out the very follicles themselves. She'd have to shave and start
all over again.
It was too much. She ran back to the bed and threw herself upon it.
The tears flowed and she curled herself into a little ball and wept.
"Why? Why? Why?" was all she could keep asking herself. She hugged
herself and wept until sleep finally overtook her with her question
still unanswered.
Later, she came awake again. To her dismay, it hadn't been a nightmare
and the sissy she had been was still no longer there. She sniffled at
this but no tears came. It was upon turning the bed light back on that
she realized it had been turned off. She hadn't done that. She also
realized her room had additions to it. There was now a suitcase in one
corner and an envelope on the table next to it. Lisa quickly flung off
the bed covers and rushed over to the desk, tearing open the envelope
as she reached it.
The letter inside was but a one page affair and was printed, not
written. What she read on it left her crestfallen:
My Dear Sweet Lisa,
Thank you for the years of fulfillment you provided. You were
everything I lusted for in a man who wanted to become an emasculated
feminized sexual plaything. Your submission and eagerness to realize
this fantasy remains a true joy for me and I treasure its memory even
now.
I have come to realize however, that what I found the most fulfilling
was the transformation process and not the end result. Make no
mistake, the end result was the perfect culmination of our desires and
of our fantasies. You could not have made a better feminized sissy
fucktoy. In this, you were as perfect and as wonderful as you could
be. But, in fully becoming that, there was nowhere left to go. Your
transformation was complete. And that marked the end of that process
with you and it marked the renewal of my hunger for another eager man
to start his transformation.
I know my personality can be overwhelming and I know that my persuasion
methods were, at times, perhaps not as transparent as they could have
been. So I didn't feel it fair of me to simply leave you off in that
current state once I myself had moved on.
Thus I made the effort to bring you back to where you started your
transformation. Some things can not be fully reversed but you are now
essentially where you were when you first submitted to me and allowed
me to realize my transformation fantasies.
With the reversal process now fully completed, you are free to pursue
your own course once more. I will no longer be in your life and will
thus no longer exert any undo force on your choices.
Your old driver's license and wallet are packed into the suitcase now
in your room. Also in the suitcase are a set of men's clothing which
will fit you remasculinized form. I have also included three other
envelopes that have enough cash inside them for you to restart your
life outside of my influence.
I have moved on to another transformation project and will, undoubtedly
pursue another one after I have progressed this one to its ultimate
conclusion as well. You can not be a part of that any more as it would
not be a new process for me with you.
Whatever your choice, be it as a male or once again becoming feminized,
I wish you well. I do not wish however, for you to attempt to contact
me again.
Goodbye.
Master Steve
Lisa stared at the letter until she realized her tears were spattering
upon it. She slumped into the chair and put her head down into her
arms on the desk and began weeping deeply. She could hear his voice in
her mind's ear as she had read his letter to her and she could feel the
finality of his dismissal in those words. She had come to know him and
his commands quite deeply over the years of her submission to him and
she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he was well and truly done
with her.
She stood briefly and then flung herself back into the bed and wept
again. She felt lost and rudderless as he had so thoroughly ruled her
for so long and she had loved it so. She lay there, weeping and
drifting in her sadness for some time. Her tears eventually stopped
flowing. She was wracking her brain to try and figure where or how or
why she had done something wrong to have earned his dismissal.
It took her some time to realize just how detailed and intense her
thought process was. How clear it was. How rapid it was. How
different it was. Lisa realized that she hadn't had such clarity of
thought for a long, long time. The more she thought about it, the more
she realized that she'd actually been in something of a daze for so
much of the time she'd been submitting to Master Steve's dominance and
to his feminization of her. A happy daze, a contented daze, and
wonderfully pleasurable daze but, a daze none-the-less. A daze now
gone. Not just gone because she was sad at being back to being but a
man again. But gone, period.
The realization made her curl herself up into a ball even more tightly.
She was clear headed now for the first time in years. It hadn't just
been the "sub space" she happily had descended into as Master Steve's
dominance so gloriously overwhelmed her. That was indeed wonderful but
indeed different. And her mental awareness now was quite different
from when she'd have come down from those wonderfully intense highs
she'd had with Master Steve.
"Son of a bitch" Lisa thought, "He had me on something." The thought
that the man she'd so trusted to transform her so had drugged her was
something which ate at her. Eventually though, she realized that she
had asked for that as well. It had been a staple fantasy of hers. To
find some overwhelmingly dominant man - or woman - who would drug her
and hypnotize her and warp her mind even as he warped her body into
becoming the sissy fucktoy of her dreams. She had asked for all of it.
And he had given her all that she had asked for.
Her terror ebbed and turned to anger at his having done all of this to
her by drugging her only to have further drugged her to undo it. But
then the anger, eventually turned into resignation and acceptance that
she had asked for exactly what he had done. She had chosen that path
for herself. Would she have been content to have lived the rest of her
days as a happily drugged up and fucked out sissy serving all the
dominant men and women who wished to use her if she hadn't been happily
drugged up? Lisa hugged herself tighter as she realized that was a
question she didn't want to answer. And worse, it was a question she
now could not answer. She felt another pang of loss until she realized
that it was not her fault. She had submitted totally to Master Steve
and had become the perfection of his desires. Well, at least his
desires until she reached that perfection.
Lisa spent more hours rocking herself back and forth in that bed until
she finally forced herself to get up again and, resignedly, look over
what was in the suitcase. The envelopes with cash she set aside. It
was a reality she would deal with later. The several pair of men's
jeans and pants felt crude to her fingers and seemed terribly dull to
her eyes. The shirts even more so. The underwear looked horribly ugly
to her. All cotton, all white, and all hideous. Oh, they'd have been
sexy as all hell were they gracing some hot dominant stud who was
letting her peel them off but her having to wear them just seem wrong.
Finally, she forced herself to pick up the wallet and open it. There
was what she most feared, her driver's license. It had been years
since she'd last held that in her hands. "Lee Wilkins" was the name on
it and there he was looking at her from the photo. He was a ghost she
thought she'd never have to see again. Lisa stood and walked over to
the mirror and looked at her reflection in it. She held up the
driver's license so that she could look at the photo at the same time.
Yes, Lee was back. Clearly, plainly, obviously, inescapably. Not
entirely. The sculpting to her... to his... face was too extensive
even if it had been mostly repaired. But he was now clearly back to
being... Lee.
It was Lisa who was the ghost. A ghost he could now only see in his
memories. Memories which were, upon reflection, always acquired in
something of a haze. Not the sharpness of his undrugged perceptions
now.
Whatever Master Steve had plied her with to keep her in that happy,
submissive and pliable daze was long gone out of her system. Lee
recognized that Master Steve would've been smart enough to have kept
her under long enough for any dependence on that drug to have worn off
before he let her awake once more. The surgeries to reverse all the
feminizations must've been even more expensive than they were to have
feminized her in the first place. He knew Master Steve was wealthy.
And that was part of why he had so willingly submitted to the man in
the first place. Lee was only too thrilled to have become the "kept
woman" of a filthy rich dominant man in the first place.
Master Steve has so many wonderful things and wonderful toys. Lee had
been only too happy to be one of them after he saw how well Master
Steve cared for all those things and all those toys. Lee cursed
himself for not having thought it all through. Thought it all through
as Master Steve obviously had. Lee had been but a toy for Master Steve
to play with. A prized toy, a cherished toy, and played with in a very
particular way. But played with none-the-less and now Master Steve was
done with that toy. He'd set it down gently and nicely enough as he
moved on to a new toy to play with. But he had set it down and would
never again pick it back up. Master Steve had moved on.
Lee, with a sharper realization than he'd had in years, recognized that
it was also time for him to move on.
With a regrettable familiarity - a memory of long repetition coming
unbidden - Lee pulled on one of those hideous plain white underwear
briefs and then pulled on a pair of jeans. The shirt, socks and belt
followed. Lee paused at the shoes. Men's sneakers. Flat. No heel.
Plenty of arch support. Plenty of space for his toes. Plain, not even
cute or femme. Practical shoes. Lisa wouldn't have been caught dead
in such shoes.
But Lisa was now a ghost. Lisa was dead. It was Lee who was there in
that room now, not her. He pulled on the shoes, grabbed his wallet,
and headed out of the room to the lobby. It was time to find out
where, exactly, Master Steve had left him to start his life as a man
again.
It was time to move on.
Kaylin
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