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The Operation, Physically forced or blackmailed, Chemical or drug
induced change.
Dream girl
CBA
Preface
I have read some exceptional stories on a couple sharing sites.
Several of my favourites were written by She Devil, oh how I miss not
seeing more from this author, it's like they wrote them just for me.
The stories are so perfect. Anyway it's been years and years since
anything new from them, and I'll likely never write at their level, but
I'm going to see if I can't write something for the first time myself.
And I hope others can enjoy this too.
1.
It seems like I have always had a day dream of forcing a male to become
a woman. Even when I was very young it was something that I thought
about. Part of my dream was to make the new lady somehow enjoy her new
life. Get her to enjoy being sexy in the most feminine of ways. Make
her want to use her new body to bring me pleasure. Make the new girl
take pleasure of having her body used. Make the changes permanent.
These were my day dreams, things I wound often master-bate myself too.
But to do such a thing in the real world would be kinda evil wouldn't
it? Slavery is evil, and I believe people who knowingly participate or
ignore such things deserve to die. But fuck if I didn't get turned on
by the idea of it. Good thing that I am of limited means, so as to not
be tempted.....
But then one day - a different dream of mine came true. I had
purchased a Power Ball ticket. "You can't win if you don't play," I
always said, but to win is something like one in maybe five hundred
million chance. But I won the Power Ball, and after taxes I had just
about half a billion dollars in my bank account.
2.
Idle hands are the devils playground.... and so it didn't take me all
that long before I decided to see how realistic it was to maybe buy
myself a pretty boy whom I could mould to my liking. Now when you are
a very rich person, it doesn't take long to realize that you have to
protect yourself. There are people out there who would think nothing
of kidnapping you (or worse) to get at your money. So I had hired some
personal protection. People who get into personal protection are often
stand up guys and girls, many with experience in various military
capacities, but some come from a bit more - interesting backgrounds.
Illegal backgrounds. And it just so happened that some of my employees
were able to help me out.
So I found myself vacationing in various locations around the world,
mostly in Asia, but some in the Middle East and Latin America. I made
some new friends, and I met a bunch of potential candidates who might
fit my needs. And that is how I found myself the new owner of Terry.
You see Terry was a very unlucky fella. He had decided to "take a
break" and backpack his way across Europe after finishing high school.
So while all the other kids that he had gone to school with were going
to university or college, Terry was in a whole lot of trouble with a
nefarious criminal organization. Terry's trip had started out just
fine, but then he had found out his parents and all other close
relatives had died in a horrific fire that has raged across Northern
California. Terry was now all alone in the world. And instead of
immediately hopping onto a plane and going home right away, Terry had
decided to drown his sorrows in alcohol and drugs. Then Terry in his
stupor had met some very "understanding" Eastern European ladies in the
Hamburg Red Light district, and he told them all of his troubles.
Now when you go to places like the Red Light district, you will quickly
come across members of the Eastern European mob, and the ladies Terry
was pouring his heart out too were already part of the mobs stock.
Many of these ladies get finders fees if they can hook others into the
sex trade and human trafficking they themselves were already trapped
in.
And with Terry being an eighteen year old, innocent, and quite small
pretty boy - and now all alone in the world. Well let's just say Terry
was likely not going to stay a virgin for too much longer. The
unfortunate thing for Terry, was that his virginity being taken would
most certainly not involve the girl of his dreams, a female of any
kind, or his penis.
So while Terry was walking alone beside an empty street after leaving
the club, they took him quick, so quick that Terry hardly said a word
before he found himself muffled and tied up tight as a drum. Rather
than deal with someone who might get loose and run or maybe make a
disturbance, they just went ahead and injected Terry with something
that put him to sleep. So the next time Terry woke up he was already
deep into a human trafficking ring, where any attempt to escape was
going to have to wait until he was free of the shackles, the windowless
room, and the secured building that he found himself in.
3.
The first time I saw Terry, it was a picture of him in an album I was
perusing on an iPad. I had already noted a bunch of potential
candidates that I felt could be moulded into my dream girl, but it was
when I saw Terry that I expect my pupils likely dilated and my pulse
went up I was so excited. Now this is 2018, and it's not just photos
that can be shared and viewed. So just before I clicked on the
interview videos that had been shot of Terry, I tried not to get my
hopes up too much. But Terry once again seemed just perfect, he had a
way about him, a way that he talked and moved that only cemented my
first impressions of when I first saw his pictures. He was alone in
the world, barely if any friends, innocent, and just had a wallflower
way about him. That is when I choose Terry to be my future girlfriend,
maybe bride, but definitely my post-op transsexual fuck puppet.
The purchase of Terry was quite simple, surprisingly cheap, and went
very quick. I was able to get Terry before he had been drugged up,
forced to do anything sexual or too degrading. But let's be honest, it
was only a matter of time before I was going to do those things to him
myself.
4.
The conversion of Terry into my dream girl was not a simple, quick, or
trivial thing. After all My dream was not just to force a pretty boy
into becoming a beautiful woman. No I wanted the new girl to
eventually like it, and for her to be very attentive and loving. So I
had to really think this thing through and show some patience always.
So that is why I didn't immediately put Terry under and just outright
surgically make him female. No, instead I decided to ease Terry into
things, and work on seeing if I couldn't Pavlov Dog him into what I
wanted.
To do this right I first took Terry under sedation to the Middle East,
where many of the laws (or enforcement of the laws) are a bit more
relaxed, and where Terry was less likely to be able to talk or call for
help should he get a chance to get out alone somehow. It's also much
easier to hunt down a young white boy when everyone else is mostly
brownish and there is just sand everywhere.
Now a few things had been done to Terry (unknowingly for him) while he
slept and before he was moved to his temporary home in the desert.
One, his testicles had been taken from him, and replaced with synthetic
versions that were designed to dissolve over time. Two, the blood
vessels leading to his penis had controllable valves added - these were
designed to restrict blood flow on command. Three, there were several
drug delivery systems implanted into Terry's body: one was for auto
released estrogens and other female hormones, the other would release
serotonins and other natural pleasure cocktails into Terry's brain and
on call whenever desired. Four, Terry was now the owner of some very
pretty and special earrings. These earrings had hidden in them:
microphones, gps transmitter, 360 cameras and finally some directional
speakers. Isn't modern technology and a massive bank account awesome.
5.
So Terry woke up naked in a very nice room, a nice bed, and an open
door. There was only a pair of very tight shorts for him to wear
though, and nothing else. So Terry slipped on his shorts, but just
stayed in his room - he held out as long as he could, until he couldn't
hold his ablutions anymore - he finally went out to find a bathroom.
Of course besides his earrings, Terry was very well monitored in his
new home. So as Terry made his way looking for a bathroom, I made a
point of ensuring Terry and I bumped into each other. It was this
first meeting while he was looking me in the eyes where I made sure
that the first dose of pleasure drugs from Terry's implant was released
into Terry's brain THRUM.
I could immediately tell that the drugs had the desired effect by the
way Terry stopped and stood there looking at me, with a look of
befuddlement and wonder on his face. I took the initiative and
introduced myself, and as I reached out to shake Terry's hand, another
shot of pleasure drugs were again introduced into Terry's brain as we
made contact THRUM. The hook had been set on that first meeting, and
every time that Terry would see me, and touch me, he would get another
dose of instant pleasure. Terry didn't yet know it, but he was already
on his way to become mine. And where the brain goes, so would his
body.
Of course the mind can be a finicky thing, and Terry did not grow up
wanting to be a girl, to dress pretty, and he did not grow up wanting
to have sex with men. So as time marched on I kept reinforcing Terry
with the feelings of pleasure and well being, especially whenever he
was around me (via his brain drug implant). Added to this, was that
within a month or so - Terry had the blood chemistry of a young healthy
female thanks to the other auto drug injector - and his missing balls
not interfering with things. Now estrogen does not turn even born
girls into immediate hourglass figured big breasted sexpots. Nope, it
often takes a year or three during puberty - if it ever even happens.
But that was ok, if the estrogen didn't work the way I hoped, Terry
would simply have to undergo a few extra surgeries. Time will tell -
patience.
6.
Terry noticed his earrings that first time he went to the bathroom. It
was after he had voided, and was washing his hands that he looked into
the mirror. There they were, and they were fairly large, and had quite
the feminine look on his pretty face. He immediately attempted to
remove them of course, but was thwarted when the backs just wouldn't
budge. Terry was not the type of person to rip his earlobes off just
because he had something on them he didn't want, so he left them. The
fact that he didn't notice or feel them prior to looking in the mirror,
and that they were quite light despite the intricate look to them was
both a surprise and would help make them easy for Terry to ignore in
the future.
The tones and voices from Terry's earrings had started even before he
had noticed them that first time in the mirror. Heck, they had started
even before he woke up in his new temporary home. But the voices were
pitched in a certain way, and the volume was low enough such that Terry
just didn't register that they were even making a sound. The voices
were set so that they were always there speaking to him, awake or
sleeping, in such a way that no one else else could hear. If it was
noisy around Terry, then the earrings got louder too, if it was dead
quiet, then the volume was infinitesimal - but they were there speaking
to him - messing with his subconscious and moulding his mind like water
on the land. The voices were mostly AI generated, but were styled to
sound like my voice and talked the way I would talk, and were saying
things to get Terry to make him do what I wanted.
The details don't matter, but in the beginning, they would say
something like "you like him" (whenever Terry would look at me), "you
want to be near him," "you want him to like you." It was all more or
less innocent in the beginning, but eventually as time marched on,
Terry was to be encouraged to "you want to hold his hand," "you want to
sit on his lap," "you want to hug and touch him," "you want to kiss
him," "you want him to touch you." And then as Terry was becoming more
and more the girl I wanted him to be, and he started to want me to like
him even more, Terry was encouraged to use whatever means available ie
"Terry you want to suck his cock," "Terry you should look at him in the
eyes when you go down on him," "Terry, he would really like you to
offer your ass." Eventually the voices would transition to being quite
demanding. Instead of encouragement or trying to convince Terry to do
what I wanted, because eventually Terry would already be doing those
things, they would instead command Terry. Ie. "Terry, you see the way
he's looking at you? Suck his dick NOW." "Terry, you know he needs
some release, impale your ass onto his cock NOW." And every time Terry
met expectations he received a shot of pleasure drugs into his brain
THRUM.
It wasn't just intimacy Terry was being programmed for. Far from it.
He was constantly bombarded and reinforced by requests to dress and act
in ways that I liked or wanted. For example I wanted Terry to be fit,
so Terry was encouraged to walk, swim, do aerobics, and a ton of
stretching and squatting exercises. I wanted Terry to be a flexible
girl, and to be able to ride cow girl all night if I desired. He was
encouraged to move in certain ways, ie swing his hips, walk toe first,
sit with his legs together and the back strait. All the things that
most young girls learn as they grow up. Terry was also encouraged to
smile a lot, to always show joy in doing the things he was being
encouraged to do. The act of smiling only helps to reinforce the
brains impression of happiness. The more Terry smiled - the more the
joy and pleasure felt authentic and natural.
I did not desire Terry to just be my fuck puppet. I wanted Terry to be
my companion in life. I wanted for Terry to be able to take part in
and also enjoy my hobbies and discuss the things that I found to be
interesting. Sure bimbo girls are exciting to look at, and exciting to
fuck, but eventually their vapidness and ignorance is tiring and
boring. So Terry was encouraged to learn and to developed skills and
gain knowledge, and if Terry had any other interests that were not
counter to my visions - then Terry was allowed and encouraged to do or
learn those things too.
7.
As Terry was starting to want to get real close to me, wanted me to
find him attractive, wanted me to touch him, it was at that time that
Terry was subliminally and chemically encouraged to start dressing in
ways that I would find attractive. He was encouraged to wear make up
"so he would look pretty for me." "Sexy for me." He was encouraged to
wear tight feminine shirts, and pants that hugged his ass, "to show off
his figure." He was encouraged to tuck himself, because he wanted to
look "feminine and pretty for me" and he knew that I had no use for his
penis. He was encouraged to stuff his bra that he had already started
to wear "to help emphasize his chest" and his nipples had started to
hurt and get puffy so they needed protection. And much later, he was
encouraged to wear skirts, little dresses, corsets, high heels and all
the most feminine of clothing in a desire to look "sexy and
irresistibly desirable" to gain my attention as much and as often as
possible.
Yes it took time and patience as Terry was moulded both mentally and
physically into the kind of girl I wanted him to be. Though Terry
didn't notice the changes to his mind, Terry wasn't blind to the
changes that were occurring to his body. But because of all the
constant reinforcement and conditioning - by the time the physical
changes were starting to show - he was coming to like and to want the
changes. Something about catching more flys with honey than you can
with shit as the saying goes. So as Terry's butt and hips filled out,
as his breasts started to blossom and his figure went through it's
female puberty, Terry was nothing but a happy contented girl.
8.
Things were not all cut a dried. In the very beginning Terry did ask
plenty of questions and pushed for his freedom. He asked things like:
where was he? "The Middle East" he was told. He asked why was he
there? He was told that he was to "become a companion to prevent
boredom." He asked about going free? He was told that he could leave
"right now" if he liked. He asked for more clothing, and he was told,
"No, there was nothing more for him right now." Etc etc etc.
There were plenty of reasons for why Terry did not then walk out or run
away. He didn't have any money. His only clothing in the beginning
amounted to a pair of very tight shorts, and a pair of earrings
(without shoes, the prospect of walking on the hot sand was out, and a
sunburn would follow very quickly). Terry couldn't read any of the
signs. The only person who spoke English to him was me. And later as
the programming of Terry's mind was starting to take hold - I had taken
Terry out of the house for the first time - and Terry had been almost
arrested by the local police. You see - displaying homosexuality is
illegal in much of the Middle East, and by that time Terry gave off a
vibe. His earrings didn't help. And that put a massive scare into
him. It was better to stay in the gilded cage of our temporary home
than it would be to go to a Middle Eastern prison. Terry wouldn't feel
secure out in public ever again by himself, not until his body and mind
matched with how I wanted him to be.
9.
Early, maybe at the five or six month mark we had graduated to touching
and kissing, and that is all she/he wanted to do for months. I had to
show patience. But it was only a couple mouths later after that that
it was like a switch had finally gone off in terry's head. We had been
out on an enjoyable date on the town, and Terry was dressing in women's
cloths by this time - so being in an Middle Eastern country - Terry had
had to cover up much of his body, face and hair while out in public
spaces (not what I wanted, but it's hard to buck conventions when your
doing illegal things like I was doing - you know - like forcing a young
man to became a woman). But on the ride back, with the tinted windows
of the car providing some privacy - all of a sudden Terry had his/her
hand in my pants and was fondling my penis to a rapid hard-on and was
giving me a look. Yes!
As soon as we got to our temporary home I didn't need much time to take
my clothing off and then Terry was most eagerly giving her/his first
blow job. Not a lot of skill that first time, and Terry kept gagging,
but there was some solid eye contact just as I liked, kept working on
deep-throating as I liked, and Terry made a point of swallowing every
single drop - also just as I liked. I made sure to give Terry an extra
shot of pleasure with the implant to the brain THRUM. I had finally
taken Terry's first cherry. We were definitely getting somewhere.
It didn't take all that long after that first blow job when Terry
offered up her/his ass a couple days later, and though I'm sure it was
uncomfortable, maybe even a bit painful and scary that first time,
Terry was a champ. She/he made all the right noises and made sure to
rock the hips in a circular motion meeting me thrust for thrust. Terry
even gave me a light massage afterward - just as I liked. I of course
gave Terry a shot of pleasure though the implant at the beginning,
during and extra shots at the end THRUM. I think Terry may have even
orgasmed during the final moments THRUM. Second cherry acquired.
After those first sexual tussles, Terry's enthusiasm for intimacy only
seems to increase and the appearance of her/his insatiable desire was
incredible. Despite the current absence of a vagina, Terry was quickly
becoming a near perfect girlfriend. She/he was watching and reading
me, and with the slightest interest from me, Terry would pounce on my
dick like a person drowning. It was an incredible thing to experience.
10.
It was probably only a year had gone by after I had acquired Terry,
before she/he asked me to help her/him to get surgery to look even more
pretty and desirable. It was another watershed moment. Sure by this
time I had solidly bedded her/him dozens and dozens if not hundreds of
times. From the very first time Terry sucked my cock she/he had
displayed an eagerness, but with all the practice had become a highly
skilled blow job artist. Terry had also become a complete anal slut -
and it wasn't just me having and enjoying pleasure - She/he was often
experiencing an internal orgasm from the experience, as I could feel
her sphincter muscles rippling and squeezing down on my cock THRUM.
Heaven!
I had made a point of ignoring Terry's penis and balls from the very
beginning. And over the year Terry's synthetic balls had dissolved
down to a fraction of the size. If we waited long enough, they would
be gone on their own. But I had mentioned having valves installed that
could restrict the blood flow to Terry's penis. Well the point of that
was the gradual reduction of blood over time. Right from the beginning
the blood was restricted so that for the rest of Terry's life she/he
would never get hard. But in addition, blood was restricted more and
more as time went on so the penis would get smaller and smaller - think
about the way a flaccid penis usually reacts to cold water - and you
get the idea of what was happening to Terry's member. By the time
Terry was asking for surgery, blood was restricted so much that she/his
penis was mostly numb - but not so restricted that it would die or
cause necrosis - after all we needed healthy skin of the shaft and
scrotum to eventually form Terry's vagina.
So the choice for Terry to get surgery was easier to make, because
his/her's penis was 100% useless other than to pee with. And due to
the conditioning, Terry always sat or squatted when needing to go, so
again, the penis was useless to her/him. Nope, by this time Terry
would no longer miss it, not even a little bit.
11.
With a lot of money on hand, it was easy to get Terri to the front of
the line to a world class surgeon. Some more money and a contract
indemnifying the surgeon and hospital of any wrong doing - ensured no
questions were asked about the one year test or psychological reports.
And finally there was Terri eagerly asking for the various operations -
after all Terri wanted to receive the surgeries - as she had come to
dream of them. THRUM.
There was the lower rib removal, because she knew I found a very small
tiny waist to be desirable and sexy. There was the facial feminization
- so she could look extra pretty for me. There was the voice
feminization - so she could have a voice that could never be mistaken
as anything other than female. There were the breast implants - kinda
big on her frame - but she knew I'd liked them to be DD. And of course
there was the sex change operation - because there is nothing more
beautiful in nature than a pussy - and she wanted another hole that me
and her could have pleasure with. After she healed up enough, it
didn't take long for me to take Terri's third cherry THRUM.
Nothing was missed, Terri turned out looking just the way I liked,
acting just the way I liked, and thinking just the way I liked. While
under the knife for the various surgeries I made sure her injection
pumps were refilled, after all I didn't spend all that time and money
only to maybe loose the girl of my dreams. Besides letting the AI's
continue doing their job on monitoring and reinforcing the positive
things in Terri's mind is not a challenge or hardship. The other thing
that was done, was the valves that used to go to Terry's penis were
repositioned, and this time they had an alternate function. Instead of
limiting blood supply, the purpose of Terri's valves were to actually
cause an increase in blood flow. And instead of working on Terry's now
missing penis, they now worked on Terri's brand new clitoris. The AI's
programming were altered slightly, and in addition to pumping pleasure
drugs into Terri's brain whenever I wanted, the valves connected to
Terri's clit would now cause it too swell with blood - thus physically
increasing her pleasure during vaginal, digital or oral stimulation.
Terri now had three disciplines: oral master, anal slut, and a vagina
that fit me like a glove. After all her vagina had been constructed
for me. It's depth and girth was a mirror image to my engorged penis,
and so she had a most perfect fitting pussy. And Terri was most eager
to use it along with all her other available holes THRUM.
12.
Epilogue
We moved together back to my real home - finally getting away from the
Middle East. I had been tired of having Terri covered up all the time
whenever we left the house. Finally seeing her out and walking around
in public and wearing things like a little string or thong bikini by a
pool or at the beach, or seeing her in tight little pair of yoga pants
hugging her perfect ass and tight up against her pubic mound, or a
little mini skirt clinging to her butt and hips with a tight corset
pinching in her waist even more all while she teetered along on her
high heels.... I loved the way she had always looked. I wanted to
share her absolute beauty, I was most proud of the way she displayed
herself and the way she comported herself. I wanted to show my dream
girl off. Like art, a vision of beauty like Terri needs to be shared
to be best appreciated.
Keep in mind it was a look - don't touch policy. Her body was only
mine and hers to use and enjoy. Since the drugs were only ever
released into her brain whenever she was with me, and the voices only
ever encouraged her to want to be with me, Terri never developed sexual
feelings for other men, just me. Terri did still like girls though,
and I encouraged her to explore those feelings. But again, the
pleasure drugs and clitoral stimulation only ever occurred when with
me, so I was confident that she was mine and I would always stay her
top priority and desire.
Getting an new birth certificate, drivers licence and passport was
trivial compared to everything else I had done for her. When I asked
her to marry me, she pounced onto my lap like a cat and smothered me
with kisses all the while saying with joy and excitement "yes, yes,
yessss!" - before carrying on and using her entire body and mind to
bring us both pleasure. What can I say, Terri loved me, and I loved my
dream girl too. THRUM.
Fini
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