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Part 9: The Family Reunited At 5:20AM the next morning I awoke to my mother gently shaking my shoulder on the side of the bed. I hadn't remembered falling asleep - the last I could recall the clock on my night stand had read 3:30, at which point I must have drifted off from pure exhaustion overriding my randiness. I had forgotten to set an alarm, but it made sense that my mother would wake me up so that my early morning routine wouldn't disturb our hotel guests. After she left, I soon followed as I groggily opened my bedroom door and walked out into the hallway in the same outfit I had worn to sleep: just thong panties from the day earlier and nothing else. Surely my immediate family wouldn't mind seeing my new tits out in the open, and any hotel guests would only be getting what they paid for if they caught me walking toward the bathroom. I reached the toilet with five minutes to spare, removing my purple butt plug and waiting for the 5:30 rush to take me over. At 5:30 on the dot I felt the same sick feeling wash over me as I myself evacuate my bowels of everything I had eaten in the last 24 hours. Given my new dietary restrictions, this wasn't nearly as much as in previous days, considering I had only eaten a few hot dogs, a granola bar, and a few fruits and veggies, plus the estimated half quart of cum I must have consumed to that point. I still greatly resented James for the amount of control he had over my body, right down to when I was forced to used the bathroom each morning. More concerning to me was the other side of my brain that had not only grown used to my involuntary toilet time, but was perhaps even excited by the idea of 'clearing a path' in my bowels so I'd be ready for any man who wanted me. That turned-on portion of my brain was probably what made my clitty leak slightly as I did my morning ritual and during my enema rinse right after. I put my plug back in and hopped in the shower, scrubbing myself with the fruit-scented soaps and shampoos while making sure I shaved all the areas of my body, taking special care to ensure that my clitty and ass were completely smooth and free of any hair. After I dried off, I tied a towel around my breasts and walked back to my room. Mr. Jones was still asleep in the bed when I opened the door to my room and began to get dressed. I swapped out my thong from the day before for new attire: lacy red panties that barely made it over my swelling ass to my hips, cut so that the outer half of each ass cheek was uncovered by the thin fabric. I was happy to find that I had a matching push-up bra to go with it, made of the same lacy red material with massive cups that fit my new bust. Ally must have made sure to supply me with new lingerie that would fit my new curves, as each bra I could find was at least 36DD in size. Even though my new boobs practically defied gravity on their own, I couldn't help but notice that each bra was a style designed to make them look even bigger. I stared at myself in the long mirror of my closet - a week earlier I would have killed to be with a woman who looked like I did, but now I WAS that woman in every place except for my short, boyish hair and the tiny bulge from my cage. "That's quite the outfit you've got there, Lexi!" I heard from behind me, realizing that Mr. Jones must have been awake and had been watching me. "You plan on going out in just your lingerie?" He asked with a chuckle. I quickly grabbed a dress from my drawer as I replied, "Oh no, Mr. Jones! You know I'm much too modest for something like that!" That comment made him laugh out loud as I pulled on the dress and adjusted the straps so that it fit me properly. This pretty yellow dress was small but not too revealing, the fabric stretching over my breasts and against my ass but still tight against my stomach. The bottom ran just down to my finger tips, and the top revealed still quite a bit of cleavage. It was really a lovely dress that a girl my age would have probably been happy to wear. Given my recent history, I figured it wouldn't be long until that pretty yellow dress I was wearing would be plastered with semen and ruined. "Do you need anything before I go put on my makeup and head to breakfast?" I asked Mr. Jones once I was dressed. "No, I think I'll catch up with you downstairs," he replied. I wasn't as horny as I was the night before, but I was still disappointed I wouldn't have another opportunity to cum until after we ate. I curtsied for my guest and went to the bathroom to apply the heavy makeup that I had been practicing for the past few days, finding that I was already displaying marked improvements in my technique. It only took about fifteen minutes before I felt I had done all I needed and I headed downstairs to find my mother preparing our meals. On the table in my usual spot was an empty plate, as my mother caught me coming in. "Oh Lexi, I'm glad you're up! I have everything mostly ready for your breakfast but I wanted to wait until you were here to serve it in your 'special' way! I didn't want the food to get stale or anything!" I gave my mother a strained, polite smile, trying to get used to the idea of my anal-only diet. My mother began peeling a banana as she told me about her morning "Boy, things have been busy around here without your sissy- father Erica! She'll be the one preparing your meals going forward, but I'm happy to help out however I can. It sure will be nice to have her back later today to help clean up a bit!" It hadn't occurred to me that Erica would be able to recover from her surgeries so quickly, but I'm sure James had something to do with it. He had made me 'forget' about my pain just the day before, after all. My mother bent over the counter away from me and slowly shoved the peeled banana up her ass, not even wincing as she carried on talking as though nothing was abnormal. "Oh, how was your night with Mr. Jones? I know how excited he was to see his former student!" She waddled over to where I was seated at the table, careful to not let the phallic fruit fall out of her back door. "You know, before you came home yesterday your old teacher finally decided to fuck me in the ass too! I hope you don't mind sharing!" She said this with a wink as she motioned for me to hand her my plate. She positioned it underneath her as she squatted down, pushing out the slimy, yellow banana slowly until it plopped down on the dish. "You know," she said, placing my breakfast back on the table in front of me, "I always wondered what Mr. Jones' cock was like! Erica was always such a sissy, I think I only ever went to all those PTA meetings hoping that he'd just take me to his classroom and fuck me! I guess you and I have a bit in common, now that we're 'sausage sisters', huh? Isn't that what the girls say these days?" She laughed as I picked up the banana from the plate and took small nibbles. I still hadn't gotten over the bitter taste of food that had been up someone's ass, but I wasn't nearly as resistant to the concept as I had been just a couple of days earlier. "Oh, I also picked up your new hormone pills yesterday!" My mother said as she placed two bottles of pills in front of me. "Apparently you've already got a lot of estrogen flowing in your body, but James encouraged the doctor to make sure you get even more! You've got to take both every day, it'll help make you even girlier in no time!" Just how much control did James have over me... over my body? Did he already mess around with my natural hormone levels? I wasn't sure if it was possible, but I also had no explanation for everything else that had occurred to that point. If he could reprogram my body to empty my bowels each morning like clockwork, I wasn't sure there was any limit on what he could make it do. The thought send a shudder down my spine. "Silly me, I didn't give you anything to wash it down with! Let me get you a glass of milk, a growing sissy needs sturdy bones! Especially in her cute heinie a few times a day!" My mother laughed under her breath at her pun and pinched my bottom as she walked past to get the milk from the fridge. James hadn't taken her quirky sense of humor, it seemed, even if she was now making jokes about her sissy son taking dicks up the ass. I finished my banana and looked back up at the counter, seeing her pour the milk into the bulb of an enema device. 'Oh gross! You've got to be kidding me!' I thought to myself. "I'll just have some water!" I said quickly, just as my mother finished inserting the long stick of enema into her anus. "Nonsense! I've already got this just about ready for you, hun! Stay right there!" She replied, giving a tight squeeze on the enema bulb. I could hear gurgling as the liquid poured into her ass and air rushed down the siphon back into the bulb. Just then I heard someone come down the stairs as she grabbed a glass from the cabinet. "Good morning Anally's!" Mr. Jones said as she stepped into the kitchen and took a seat at the table. "Good morning Mr. Jones!" My mother replied as she waddled back over to me at the table. "I'll have your breakfast out in just a second, I'm just pouring a drink for Lexi here!" My mother squatted down again and put the lip of the drinkware against her rear, shooting a powerful stream of milk out of her behind into the glass. After a few initial blasts the spray dribbled out more slowly, her ass making bubbles and sputtering a few more drips into the cup. She used her hand to clean up the droplets of milk that had run down to her pussy, licking her fingers clean as she placed the glass of grayish milk in front of me. "Enjoy, my darling!" she said, turning around to fetch breakfast for Mr. Jones. I pulled out a pill from each of the bottles in front of me, still forced to obey the house rule that I would go along with whatever my mother expected of me - including taking hormones and drinking her ass milk. Mr. Jones stared at me as I placed the pills in my mouth and grabbed the glass on the table. "Wow, I never knew just how much of a fucked up slut you really were Lexi! Are you really about to drink that?" I didn't reply to his question, but instead just smiled politely as I raised the glass to my lips and swallowed all of the milk in one go. When I finished I wiped my mouth and locked eyes with my former mentor, who appeared shocked at the disgusting act I just finished. He didn't look repulsed, however, but turned on. I decided to take advantage. "Why don't you meet me back upstairs after breakfast and I can show you just how much of a dirty slut I can be?" I said with a wink. He grinned back at me as my mother dropped a hot breakfast plate in front of him. I knew that I had managed to grab his interest again, and I would get at least one more opportunity for an orgasm before he left. The rest of breakfast was relatively uneventful. Mr. Jones began to eat and read the paper across from me, while my mother returned twice more to add cold sausage links to my plate that she had shoved up her ass. Regardless of how gross I felt this was, I recognized that I was actually happy to eat the food she gave me because it was the first time I had really felt full in the past few days. Once Mr. Jones cleared his plate I grabbed his hand and guided him back upstairs to my bedroom. As soon as the door to my room was closed, Mr. Jones wasted no time in shoving me onto the bed so that I sat looking up at him, moving the straps of my dress and bra to the side and pulling my breasts over the top of my outfit. "It's a shame I haven't gotten to play with your pretty new tits yet!" He said with a snarl, fondling my new chest while I hungrily undid his belt until his erect cock sprang out in my face. My clitty twitched again in its cage and a familiar exciting warmth entered the area around my ass while I licked up his shaft, massaging his balls with my free hand while I stroked his slick member with my other. Once his cock was soaked in my spit he grabbed the back of my head as I opened my mouth wide, plunging my head onto his member until it was entirely down my throat. I let my mouth hang open as he bottomed out against my lips, extending my tongue as far as I could to lick his hairy testicles until he pulled my head away to just his tip and shoving his cock back in my throat again. In, out, in, out. He continued to violently rape my throat for nearly a minute as I could feel my boobs bounce freely in the air with each thrust. He seemed to be turned on by the sight of naked chest, finally pulling me off his dick so that I could catch my breath. He grabbed my boobs with both hands while I gasped and writhed from his touch. I had nearly gotten off from the nipple play alone when he spit on my face and began to talk dirty to me. "Oh, you're just such a sweet little sissy bitch, aren't you Lexi? You were made for this kind of life - I want you to know that I earnestly believe that. Do you know what I did this morning after you left the room?" I opened my eyes to look up at him, though I didn't stop grinding my rear into the bed against my plug and chastity cage. "No, Mr. Jones. What did you do?" I said in a soft, breathy voice. "Well," he said with a mischievous smile. "I told you that I found those videos of you and your tight new body being used in all sorts of ways online. I figured you're doing so well for yourself in this new town, that there were people back at your old school who would want to know just what a hit you've become. So I did the only logical thing: I anonymously went on the school message board and posted a link to your cam show! Everyone back at the old school is going to see that Alex Conally is living a much better life as Lexi Anally, the stupid sissy whore!" My eyes grew wide, realizing what he had just said to me. "Oh no, Mr. Jones... you didn't! I had friends, a girlfriend..." He was still massaging my tits when he cut me off by spitting on my face. "Shut up faggot! You know they're all better off knowing just what kind of dumb slut you really are! In fact, I'm sure most of them knew already!" A new horror entered my mind: would the rest of the town have the same 'false memories' that had been forcing their way into my mind? Would I be remembered as the little faggot boy who always wished someone would turn him into a true cock-loving sissy? Mr. Jones seemed to see that I understood the ramifications of my new predicament as he took his hands off my breasts and came in close to my face. "That's right, you slut. Now push your big fake boobs together, I'm in the mood for a titty- fuck!" There was no escape from it now, it seemed like there wasn't going to be anybody who remembered a time when I wasn't reduced to a lowly whore. Though these thought crept in the back of my head, a more immediate concern was stealing my attention: I still really needed to orgasm. I pushed my new tits together so that they formed a tight seal while Mr. Jones pushed his spit-lubed cock up from beneath it so that the head appeared just above my cleavage, pointing right at my face. "Ahh, that's nice! Now move those sweater meats up and down on it while I fuck your heaving chest!" As he thrust his body in the space between my breasts I used my arms to makes it so my boobs countered his movements. It felt exhilaratingly girly to have a man's hot dick slide between my breasts, as the tip of his dick appeared out of my cleavage very close to my face with every thrust while I tweaked my nipples. My clitty began to swell in its cage and leak small watery droplets in my panties as he continued to fuck my bosom. "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum!" Mr. Jones yelled as thick ropes of jizz shot out of his cock across my face and open mouth until he thrust back down into my cleavage, forcing a pool of spooge to spill out across my hands and breasts. My face contorted into an expression of ecstasy as I finally felt my own sticky release squirt pathetically in my panties through my cage. It was a gentler orgasm forced as a result of how insanely turned on I had become, rather than the quivering mess I became after the anal poundings I had gotten used to. Still, my face flushed red in a dazed contempt as I smiled and licked the tip of his cock that had slowed down its pace against my chest. I was still pressing my boobs together when Mr. Jones slipped his cock out from between them and wiped off the slimy coating of semen and spit onto my pretty yellow dress that was draped around my stomach. He then reached down into his pants piled around his ankles and fished out his phone, raising it up to my face. "Smile, faggot!" He said as I heard the camera shutter go off. Knowing what he'd do with that photo, I hadn't much felt like smiling, but couldn't help but giving him the same content, dazed look as the camera flash lit up a thick strand of jizz trailing down my forehead, over my mouth, and dripping off my chin into the pool that had accumulated on my chest. "I'm sure your old friends back home will love another anonymous photo up on the school message boards. Maybe some will even come to visit you!" The thought occurred to me of my formal rivals in the previous school showing up at my front door, taking turns cumming onto my face or up my ass - the thought made my dicklette squirm in my panties against its already drying pool of sissy juice. Once he was cleaned up, Mr. Jones said goodbye to my family before heading out the front door, promising to return at least once a semester to 'check up' on me and my sister. With a final slap on the ass to my mother, my sister, and me, he walked out the front door with his suitcase, presumably to head back home to his wife. My mother closed the front door and turned to me and Elena after his car disappeared from view. "Okay you two, remember that Erica is coming back to the house today. James is bringing her over himself! We've got to make sure this place is spic and span, so let's all get into our housekeeping clothes and get this place sparkling clean! Chop chop!" My sister and I ran back up to our rooms to grab the French maid uniforms that were hanging in our closets. I pulled off my yellow dress, now stained with crusty drying cum, and placed it onto the bed as I put on the stockings, frilly dress, heels, and headpiece that completed the maid outfit. I had practiced dressing up this way in my 'French' class just a few days earlier, so it had mostly come naturally to me. I decided to change out my red bra for a similar black lacy push-up bra, but left the red cheeky panties on beneath my skirt. My French teacher expressed the desire that we all learn how to use our creativity in our 'French' attire, and I thought a pop of color to anyone who caught a peek of my bottom would be an exciting surprise. The drying sissy juice in the front of the panties excited me as well, signaling to myself and the world just what a horny little whore I could be if they caught a glimpse. I was pretty much horny all the time in the past few days, and combined with the afterglow of my morning orgasm I felt an oddly at ease while acting the part of the sissy slut James had forced me to become. Though I still resented him for all he had done, I couldn't help but enjoy myself as I began to move through the house cleaning with my mother and sister, dusting, mopping, and folding laundry as though it was the type of job I was made to perform. At around 11:45 we heard a knock on our door just as we had finished up changing out the soiled sheets on our beds in preparation for our next guests. "I have a guess who that might be!" My mother said cheerfully as she walked over to the front door, my sister and I following in tow. All three of us were still in our French maid costumes from our cleaning just a few moments earlier, none of us apparently caring enough to change into different clothes once we had finished. I suppose we all just felt natural wearing the practically fetishist uniform. My mother opened the door. "James! It's so nice to see you again! Thank you so much for picking up Erica at the hospital, you really are something else!" James stepped inside first, eyeing my sister and me with a smirk on his face. "Oh it was no problem at all Kate, you know I'm always happy to help the Anallys! Looks like you guys were just cleaning up around here, huh? I take it the little mishap with Lexi's former teacher turned out okay then?" My mother grabbed James' arm flirtatiously as she blushed and replied, "Oh, it turned out to be no problem at all! Tell him just how well you got along with Mr. Jones, Lexi!" My mother and James both looked at me with big smiles; my mother's conveying a genuine look of loving care, contrasting with James' smile that was dastardly and manipulative. I still hated giving him the pleasure of knowing he'd humiliated me so effectively, but I couldn't help but spill the details of the night before. "Mr. Jones was an absolute gentleman," I began to say, wishing I could just bite my tongue. "He reminded me what a little sissy I used to be in class, and helped me fulfill my dream of being ass-raped by an older man. This morning he fucked my new tits and came on my face! Thank you for talking sense into him James!" James chuckled to himself, knowing how hollow my thanks really were. "Oh, anything for you little Lexi!" He then turned around to face the open door behind him that he was still blocking and called out to the street. "Erica, Ally, hurry up and get in here!" Outside I overheard Ally yell out a distant "Coming, Daddy!" as a pair of feet came up our steps. When they stepped onto the porch, the immense changes that Erica had endured were immediately obvious. "Voila!" James said, holding out his arms to show off my sissy-father's new figure. "What do you all think about her?" Erica walked through the doorway past James and stood at his side. Clearly Ally had helped find clothes for her in the hospital like she had with me just the day earlier, since none of Erica's old clothes would fit her anymore. Her outfit was provocative and revealing, starting with tight shorts that barely fit around her new, plump ass and dug into her groin, making it very obvious to anyone onlooker that she had nothing resembling a male appendage anymore. A thong rose up out of the back and sides of her shorts, nestled firmly between her massive cheeks. She clearly wasn't wearing a bra, as her large new bosom protruded proudly from her chest against a thin white blouse, her nipples poking through like eraser tips. Her face was heavily made up and she appeared to be wearing a redheaded wig. She had a look across her face and plump lips that simply begged for sex, which would certainly be promptly obliged by any straight man who laid eyes on her. James placed his around her rail-thin waist, which forced her to close her eyes and inhale sharply through gritted teeth. "Pretty great, huh?" James said with a big grin. "I know what you're thinking - she must be in some pretty rough pain still from the surgeries. Well I'll have you know that as soon as she was discharged I gave the same 'treatment' from my phone as I gave her sissy-daughter Lexi yesterday. I guarantee you that she is in no physical pain; she's practically as good as new! Better, even! I mean look at the work they did on her!" James ran his finger over Erica's new crotch and dug it in to the location where her clitty once resided. Erica gasped loudly and hunched forward, hands still at her side. "No, what you just saw isn't pain - it's just her new way of reacting to the sensitivity around her groin and ass! The doctors did a great job making those areas very easy to stimulate, and I have to admit I may have added a few lines of conditioning to make her particularly susceptible to anything rubbing 'down there'..." James smirked as he pushed his finger even harder into Erica's pubic bone, which made her opened her eyes wide and gasped for air without saying anything. "Plus, Ally really did a great job picking out her outfit - those tight shorts and G string between her cheek must be driving her crazy with desire!" While we were staring at Erica, Ally had quietly slipped in the front door as well. "I'm so glad you like it Daddy!" She replied proudly. James grabbed one of Erica's nipples and tweaked it softly, forcing her to let out a soft moan. "Well everyone, I've really just been dying to give her a test run. So how about it? Kate, do you mind if I go upstairs and fuck your former husband on your bed? I promise she won't make too much of a mess without her clitty in the way!" James asked with a devilish smile. My mother replied warmly, "Oh not at all James, you're welcome anytime!" Erica's face had a mixed expression of shock, lust, and panic all at once, but showed little resistance when James grabbed her hand and led her upstairs. "Oh, and I want you two sissies to be there for this. So come along Lexi and watch me fuck your former father right up her new, insanely sensitive, juicy ass!" James taunted in my direction. With nothing I could do to resist him, I could reluctantly only comply. "Coming, Mr. Cartwright!" I said as I walked up the stairs behind him in my uniform, with Ally merrily skipping along behind me. Once we entered my parent's bedroom James wasted no time in pulling off Erica's top and shorts, exposing her large bare breasts and her thong panties as she let out a soft moan. "Oh, James... everything is so sensitive now! Please be gentle with me!" Erica said in a high, breathy tone, clearly cautious and concerned yet eager to be fucked. Did she have her own internal struggle between who she used to be and who James made her become? I didn't have much time to dwell on this because James kept things moving. "Shut up you dumb whore, you don't speak to me unless I'm talking to you, do you understand?" James replied, his voice gravelly and spiteful. Despite all he had done in the name of vengeance, he still seemed to have genuine hatred for my family. "Lexi!" He barked at me, "Take off your clothes and lay down on the bed with you head right at the edge while I have Erica fluff me a little." I stripped down quickly out of my maid uniform, Ally helping me pull it over my head while fondling my new breasts. As I was pulling off my panties, I couldn't help but become transfixed on James' cock, which was rapidly inflating as Erica licked it up and down. It was... perfect - never had I seen an object that was so handsome, so attractive, so wonderfully designed for sex. It wasn't the largest I had ever seen, but there was something about it that had appealed to me in a wild, animalistic way. I lay down on the bed as I was instructed, leaving my head upside-down on the edge, never able to look away from James' glorious member. Once he was hard, he lifted Erica up on the bed so that she was on her knees above me, her ass sticking up in the air, and her bare, genital-less crotch right in my face. James laughed seeing us in this position, practically a sixty-nine. "This is a pretty perfect place for you two to be, isn't it? Sissy father and son, ready to please a dick - but neither with one of their own to use! Perfect! Lexi, don't think I didn't notice you eyeing my cock as you undressed either. Do you want my cock, Lexi? I want to hear you say how much your faggot ass wants it!" I felt a heat build in my chest when he acknowledged my fascination with his penis, and I replied between desperate breaths. God, I hated him! ...But was he actually going to fuck me? I mean, what if he actually did? Oh my, what a dream that would be! "Oh yes Mr. Cartwright, your dick... it's... unlike anything I've ever seen. I really want it! No, wait, I mean I really NEED it! Please, can I just... suck it? Or, do you want to put it in me?" James laughed again as I felt embarrassed at what I had just suggested, even though I was batting my eyelashes at him in a desperate attempt at seduction. "No, no, no! You don't get to touch my dick you dumb whore! But while you're down there, I guess you could lick my balls for a little while I fuck Erica just above your head... if you ask nicely." My heart skipped a beat. He was going to let me lick his balls? This was like a dream come true! I nodded at James, "Please, can I lick your balls Mr. Cartwright?" He stepped toward the bed and smacked Erica's ass while I hungrily looked up at his ball sack dangling just above my chin. "Fine, you may..." James began, "But first I need you to lick Erica's hole for me. Get it nice and wet. Erica, bend your ass down onto Lexi's face so she can lick your hole." Erica did as she was instructed, as I began to hungrily lap at her asshole. Just like with my sister the night before, some part of me knew this was wrong, but I couldn't help but continue as my sissy side took over, especially if it meant the opportunity to pleasure James somehow. By the way she was grinding her sexless groin on my face, I knew that Erica must have been enjoying it as well, given how sensitive and frustrated James had made her. After a few minutes, James lifted Erica off my face and back onto her knees, swiftly shoving the head of his cock inside her. "Oooohhhhhhhhh fuck! Ohhhhhh fuck me!" Erica screamed as James entered her. I lifted my neck up and began licking the underside of James' testicles just as he had instructed me to. I hated this man and all that he had done to me and my family, but I couldn't control myself as I blissfully inhaled the manly scent coming from his package and my tongue ran along his salty sack. I moved my head in time with his rhythmic thrusting, trying my best to make sure my tongue was in contact with him at all times, moaning in ecstasy as I took in his intoxicating, masculine aroma. "Ally," James ordered without breaking his rhythm, "Go reward Lexi for being such a good sissy and fuck her on the bed for me." Though I couldn't see her from my position, I heard Ally squeal in delight as she yelled out "Yes, Daddy!" and jumped on the bed. Within a few seconds she had ripped the purple plug out of my ass and I felt the tip of her small dicklette against my hole in its place. She began to thrust into me and I soon joined Erica in her moaning. Ally must have put my plug in Erica's mouth, as I couldn't help but notice that her screaming had been muffled much like my own with James' sack on my tongue. The four of us writhing in manic sex on this bed would have been quite the site to behold if any onlookers had happened to stumble upon us. After a few more minutes in this orgy, I felt James tense up just moments before he began to yell loudly and pump his load into Erica. I could tell she began to scream hoarsely against my plug in her mouth as she entered into an orgasm of her own, a few drops of watery spunk leaking out of the hole on the bottom of her torso and dribbling down until they landed on my neck just above my breasts. Ally finished at the same time as James, pumping her sissy juice up my rear. With James' scent against my face and Ally filling my ass, I couldn't help but have my own orgasm, as my clitty shuddered against its cage and pushed out a few thin streams of fluid. After we had all settled from our four simultaneous orgasms James pulled out of Erica and away from my face, inspiring a twinge of sadness in me from no longer being so close to his testicles. "All of you, get cleaned up," James said. With just those words, we all were able to determine what needed to be done. Ally pulled her clitty out of my ass and replaced it with my purple butt plug as Erica squatted back down on my face and began to drain James' cum out of her hole and into my mouth. We were now in a true sixty-nine position, as she used her tongue to clean up the spots of sissy spunk that had leaked out around my chastity cage. I had now eaten "cum farts" a few times from different people, but I couldn't believe how delicious I found the semen that was leaking out of my former father's hole. Was it because it was from James? I wanted every last drop, as I used my tongue and fingers to scoop out all I could. Ally had moved over to James and had started cleaning his dick with her tongue by the time Erica and I were finished. I couldn't help but stare again as she did it, jealous she had so much one-on-one time with such a beautiful penis. I knew he must have used his app to program these feelings in me, but I couldn't help myself. Seeing it in front of me, there was nothing I wanted more than his cock. James noticed my staring yet again. "So, Lexi. How does it feel knowing I've fucked everyone in your family except for you? That you're the last Anally slut to be butt-fucked by your old pal James? Remember, you can't lie to me!" I kept watching Ally lick James' shaft, unable to take my eyes off it as I replied. "I feel jealous... you just have such an incredible cock, and I don't know why..." James smirked and pushed Ally off of him. "Well, thank you very much Lexi. Unfortunately, I don't think you deserve to suck me off just yet, no matter how much you want to. I did have another idea, however, if you wanted to get closer to my dick, what do you say?" My heart started pounding against my chest as he said this. Would he actually let me touch his penis? I could think of nothing more exciting! "Yes! Yes! What did you have in mind?" James motioned for me to kneel in front of him, which I did as quickly as I possibly could. "I'm sure you may have noticed that I added some new rules to your conditioning, and since I'm feeling nice I considered I would read them to you. All you have to do in return is open your mouth and let me piss down your throat. Does that sound like a deal to you? Would you like to be my little toilet, Lexi?" Fuck, he wanted me to drink his piss? I was not unfamiliar with piss given my recent assignment to the bathroom during Women's Studies, but the thought always reviled me. A much stronger side of my brain was taking over, however, and anything that would get me closer to James' cock was its sole objective. I nodded my head vigorously. "Please James, please piss down my throat!" "Good sissy." James said, as he guided my lips onto his mostly soft penis. Oh. My. God. Tasting his salty cock against my lips and tongue was heaven; I could feel my knees wobble and my eyes roll back in my head. As I felt the first drops of piss enter my mouth, I arched myself below him and opened up my throat to make sure I was continually swallowing it so none would spill. While this was going on, James pulled up his phone and began to read. "Ah, that's nice. Okay, so, new rules for little Lexi here regarding your ability to orgasm. You see, Ron reached out to us after your little fuck session in his car yesterday and brought some unfortunate news to our attention." I looked up and met James' eyes with my own while he continued to piss down my throat, his sour urine laced with salty bits of cum I could taste every now and then. As much as I was disgusted, I cherished the flavor as he continued. "I can't believe you tried to kiss him! I never even had to program you to do anything THAT gay! That was all on your own you little faggot! That little misstep, combined with you spraying him with your little sissy piddle made me certain that you are definitely having too much fun out there. Hence forth, you will have some new rules around when you can orgasm!" Desperation formed in my eyes as I kept gulping his urine, worry mixing with ecstacy in my mind as he started listing off my new orgasm conditions. "From now on, your ability to cum will be kind of like a dice roll depending on the kind of activity you're doing... and you'll have an easier time the more men you pleasure! So far here is how it's broken down: Handjobs you have about a one in eight chance of cumming, blowjobs are roughly one in four, and taking it up the ass is about one in three! Fucking your plug or a dildo isn't ZERO, but it's a lot less for sure. So if you want to cum, you're going to have to fuck a lot of guys to help your chances, or you're going to be left frustratingly horny!" James had finished pissing at this point, unceremoniously removing his penis from my mouth and rubbing it in my hair before pulling up his underwear. I stared back up at him, now becoming upset after snapping out of the blissful state of mind I was under from having my lips on his cock. "Of course, there are some other rules," James continued, "For example if Ally or I tell you to cum you will do so instantly. Additionally, I thought it would be fun if you were a bit of an exhibitionist, so the more people watching you the more likely you are to push yourself over the edge from masturbation - that's a little bonus for your new cam shows! Also... the odds I gave earlier aren't totally fixed either. The bigger the dick, the higher your chance is for cumming from it. You're going to develop quite the reputation for being a size queen around school! I'd suggest you maximize your odds by finding the most well-hung guys you can and insisting on a good, old fashioned butt fucking! If anyone can convince them to go anal, it's you, Ms. Anally!" I pouted at James, genuinely distraught at the new rules that would limit my chances to address my constant sexual frustration. As James laughed Ally caught my sadness and came to hug me, kissing me on the lips as she did so. "Don't be so sad Lexi! This is for your own good! I'm sure you and I will still find PLENTY of opportunities to cum, it's just that now you'll learn to appreciate it more!" She wiped a tear as it rolled down my face as I tried to stop myself from openly crying. "Aww, you're still my favorite sissy besty! Tell you what, as long as you and I are besties you don't have to worry about a thing. Let me help you out right now! But hey - this is the last free one for a while! So go ahead and cum for me Lexi!" I felt myself lurch forward as my clitty erupted in an orgasm while I let out a sharp screech. After only a few seconds I could see that I had left a stain on the carpet from my second sissygasm in only a few minutes. When I opened my eyes again I looked at Ally and let out a soft, "Thank you, Ally," aware that I would have to be on her good side if I wanted her to give me pity orgasms going forward. James instructed Erica to come help me clean up my recent pool of sissy spunk, which resulted in both of us hunched over sucking the liquid out of the carpet while Erica lapped at my clitty cage to clear up whatever was left over. "Boy, I'm hungry!" James said as Erica and I finished cleaning up our mess. He put his street clothes back on and head downstairs, leaving the rest of us with no further instructions. The three of us began to get dressed again, Erica and Ally in their street clothes and me in my French maid uniform. We went back downstairs and saw James sitting at the dining room table as my mother was making him lunch, pausing every now and again to feed him bites of some charcuterie she had prepared. Ally sat at his side and began to play on her phone while Erica went to help my mother with the cooking. While we were having our fun upstairs, she apparently had changed into her hotel manager outfit. Without anything else to do, I picked up my feather duster and continued to dust around the downstairs living room and around the kitchen like I had planned to do before James' arrival, occasionally bumping into Elena as she worked on the laundry. After about fifteen minutes, a knock came on our door unexpectedly. *KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK* "Alex? Mr. Conally? Is anyone home?!" the voice said from outside. I looked back into the kitchen where the rest of my family had been gathered, including James and Ally. It was clear from their confused expression that we hadn't expected anyone, but the voice seemed strangely familiar. "Please, PLEASE open up! I just... I don't know what's going on! I saw some really concerning things and I thought... I thought... I don't know what I thought! Just please let me in!" The voice started to sound hysterical on the other end as the knocks grew louder. Eventually, my mother left James' side and walked up to the front door to address our new guest. "Hello, dear, are you lost? The hotel check-in is not for a few hours. Can I ask who this is?" "Mrs. Conally? Is that you? Don't you recognize my voice? This is Carrie, Alex's girlfriend! I need to speak to him immediately!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ---- Part 10: The Knock "It... it just doesn't make any sense," Carrie said to my mother, now sitting on the couch in our living room. "I saw these videos put online that had to do with Alex doing these awful, sexual things, and it just seemed so strange, so... messed up to me! Everyone at school was talking about him finally going through with by becoming a sissy, all the boys were talking about finally having their way with him after waiting so long. I mean, I remember these things too, I think... but only when other people bring it up. But... but the memories of us together don't fit at all! I don't remember Alex being anything like that!" "You mean Lexi, dear." My mother said with a polite, yet firm tone. "What?" "My sissy daughter does not go by Alex anymore; she is Lexi now. It's no wonder you're confused!" My mother said in a caring, worried manner. Upstairs, James, Ally, Elena, and I were all huddled by the railing, listening in on the conversation between my mother and my ex-girlfriend. When she had first knocked no one was quite sure what to do. After only a few seconds of confusion James seemed to piece together what was going on and formed his mouth into an excited smile, quietly and gleefully ordering the four of us upstairs so he could listen in and assess the situation while hatching a plan. Afterward, as Carrie frantically described her confusion around James' hypnotic memories, the satisfied smirk never left his face, as he quietly chuckled every so often and typed on his phone. "Oh, thank you for the tea, Miss... do I know you? Ms. Conally, did you hire someone to help around the house?" It was clear from their conversation that Erica had returned with refreshments, and that Carrie was unable to recognize her as my former father. Would she recognize me? Had she seen the videos of my sissy transformation and debauchery herself? I had no idea what James had planned. Once again, my mother corrected her. "No, no, honey. I'm Ms. Anally! This is the Anally household, as we uncovered our lost lineage just the other day. We're all just a bunch of anal loving whores, as I'm sure you recall from all your time together with Lexi!" I could hear hesitation in Carrie's voice as she recalled false events inspired by my mother's words. "I... I guess that makes sense, Ms. Anally." She continued on like before, discussing how she knew what she was told was correct, but also how some other things she remembered made them impossible. It was clear that the conversation was going nowhere. Finally, James looked up from his phone and started for the stairs. "Okay, things seem to be all set now. Come on everyone, let's help Lexi's old flame sort all of this out." He winked as he walked past me and gave my ass a hard squeeze. I knew that whatever he had planned, it wouldn't be good. "Why hello there! It's Carrie, right?" James announced loudly as we headed down the stairs behind him. "I've heard a lot about you through our mutual friend here, and I think I can help clear up some of this confusion. My name is James!" Carrie turned her head from the couch, as I saw her face for the first time since I said goodbye to her almost a week earlier. Her rosy cheeks and arched eyebrows made it clear that she had been crying. Her head scanned us over as we moved down the staircase. She quickly recognized my sister, starting a befuddled question, "Elena... what are you doing with..." Her eyes then locked with mine and she abandoned whatever she had been trying to ask my sister. "Alex?! Oh God, Alex! I didn't think it could be real! What... what happened? Look at you! Look at... Look at your BOOBS!" Her mouth hung agape, clearly at a loss for words. The silence was quickly filled with James stifled chuckles, giving her a few moments to take in her shock before cutting her off. "Ahem, Carrie you should know that we don't refer to your friend that way anymore, as Ms. Anally told you. She's LEXI now, so please show her respect by using her new name." Carrie froze for a second, seemingly unsure of how to respond. Without many options at her disposal, she somehow managed to stay calm enough to keep her composure and decided to play along. "Yes, I've heard. I'm sorry for referring to you by your old name, Lexi. I... I didn't mean anything by it, I must have just gotten confused from all the time we had spent together before all... THIS happened," she said, using her hands to gesture to my curvy new figure. She met eyes with James again and continued, "I'm sorry, I'm just feeling a bit overwhelmed here - what did you say your name was again?" "You can just call me James. I used to know the Anally's back when they lived in this town before, and I've been helping them find their true identity now that they've returned. I'm sorry you've been so upset about all of this, but I think I can help you as well!" Carrie looked at him hesitantly. She had always been a smart, reserved girl and I could tell she was piecing things together in her head. Why would her boyfriend's proud family let this random guy help them 'find their identity,' or guide them in how to live? I could see on her face as she realized that James must have been involved with her false memories somehow. Her worried expression quickly turned to a look of nervous fear as she realized the kind of 'help' James must have provided for my family, considering he was the sole unknown presence in this crazy, fucked up situation. Her face turned white as she began looking for the exit. "Oh, no that's really all right... James, was it? I think I'm going to have to get going, I've probably wasted too much of your time already helping me sort things out! I'm really sorry!" Carrie began to move toward the door, but James put his arm out to stop her. "Carrie," he said as her nervous eyes met his. She appeared to be frozen in his stare. "You came here for a reason, didn't you? You obviously don't want to leave just yet. Come along now, you need to just relax a bit, and listen to what I have to say." As soon as he said this, Carrie's wide eyes dulled and her posture relaxed. "Yeah... I guess I AM here for a reason..." She said, her whole temperament changing from a nervous frenzy to that of a stupefied doe in the headlights. "Right, right - I guess I did come here for answers..." She had stopped heading toward the door though her dopey eyes still moved back and forth across James and my family, trying to remember why she had been fleeing. "There's no reason to be nervous." James said, stroking her shoulder. "There's no reason to be nervous..." Carrie repeated. James kept smiling and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "Go back into the living room and sit on the couch and I'll explain everything, okay?" Shit, was she already under his control too? "Okay," Carrie said, walking past me in the hallway and making her way to a seat. "Everyone else head upstairs and don't come back downstairs until I tell you to - just fool around with some toys or something until I call you down. Except for you, Lexi! I need you here to help us sort some things out with your ex-girlfriend!" James said, following Carrie into the living room and taking a seat next to her, the same grin across his face as he walked past us and beckoned for me to join them. --- "So, clearly Lexi is a sissy faggot. Everyone in town knows that, we've seen the videos online. I remember when she used to masturbate in class by fingering her asshole when she thought no one was looking. I remember her waiting outside classrooms rubbing her nipples, listening in while Elena fucked her way to higher grades. I remember all of this, and many more events that everyone is talking about now... but then there are other memories that have nothing to do with that. Memories that don't make any sense!" James had his arm around Carrie's shoulder, pretending to comfort her as she delved into her mix of false and real memories. "Go on, Carrie. We're all here for you," James said softly to her before flashing me a knowing smirk. "It's just that back when Lexi was Alex, we were dating. When we were going out together, I don't remember him acting like the sissy he was at school, I remember him being a really sweet guy. He was always a total gentleman, and I think that I... that I even loved him." She looked up and met eyes with me, smiling sweetly as she said that. I smiled back at her. I think I had loved her too - the warmth Ally had forced me to feel for Ron was based on my previous romantic experiences after all, which all stemmed from my time with Carrie. Now I wasn't sure how I felt about things. "Don't look at her, look at me," James instructed Carrie, who averted her gaze to lock eyes with him instead. "Tell me," he continued, "What do you mean by 'he was a gentleman'?" "Well, he was always very sweet on our dates and very considerate. He never pressured me for sex like other guys used to, he understood that I wanted to wait. He's just been a great boyfriend." "EX-boyfriend." James corrected, the harshness on the word 'ex' forcing both Carrie and I to softly whimper in desperation, though I wasn't sure she had heard me. "Clearly from what you've seen here little Lexi cannot be your boyfriend anymore, hmm?" Carrie furrowed her brow for a moment, coming to terms internally with our implicit breakup before nodding and replying softly. "Well, yes." She used her hand to wipe a tear from her cheek. "I suppose this means we're no longer together." James patted her back, then began scratching his chin for a moment like he was thinking intently on Carrie's problems. "I think I've figured out where your confusion lies. I think you've got things a little mixed up here don't you remember? Are you sure that it was Lexi who never pressured you for sex, even if she wanted it? Now open your mind and think about things with me." Carrie stared up at him dumbly from the couch, sniffling as she tried to recall memories that James had yet to invent. "Isn't it more correct to say that YOU were the one who always were pushing for sex, and that Lexi here was just too much of a sissy to ever fulfill your needs? Doesn't that make more sense?" Carrie thought about this for a minute, trying to comprehend the new history of her life that James had just made up. "I... well..." Her stare went blank for a moment as James' narrative took hold in her mind. When she finally blinked, she seemed much more sure of the idea. "I guess that explains why we never fucked... Alex must have been too much of a pussy to ever do it." James nodded and continued with his fabrication. "Everyone back home has always known you were such an insatiable slut. It's too bad you were with this sissy for so long, because you could have been with a real man at any time. Now that you're no longer associated with Lexi, I'm sure you can get right back to sucking and fucking all of the boys you know!" Carrie considered this history, slowly nodding as she thought about James' suggestion. Her nodding then quickened and became a large grin; she had clearly gotten herself excited from realizing her new opportunity to become the school slut back home. But soon another puzzled expression came upon her face. "But James, how can that be true? I'm still a virgin! I never did anything sexual with anyone! My parents have always been very conservative, religious folk! My father doesn't even like it when I wear skirts; he would never allow his only daughter to be a whore like you said!" James considered these words for a moment, then pulled out his phone and started typing on it. "Now, your father is Chris, and your mother is Gina, is that right?" Carrie nodded silently as James started typing again on his phone. Another minute had gone by until he locked his phone again and put it in his pocket. "Why, Carrie; the thing about parents is that it's always hard to know exactly who they are when you're growing up. I think you'll find that your 'traditional' family dynamic is actually very different from what you had thought it to be. When you go home tonight, your parents will explain everything to you. You misunderstood things growing up: your family has always secretly been VERY open minded." Carrie and I both stared at James, confused. "You see, your mother Gina has actually always been the head of the household, pulling the strings all these years behind all of your father's decisions and opinions - and she is BIG into female empowerment. She's been sneaking in men for years to fuck while you slept. Your father would patiently wait for her, taking care of whatever cooking and cleaning was needed until he could come in and clean her up with his tongue. Did you know he's actually been locked in chastity for years? On top of his day job, he's been acting as the house maid whenever you weren't around. Now that you're ready to be a slut as well, your mother with be overjoyed to reveal the true nature of their marriage dynamic. I'm sure your father will understand completely if you come home reeking of boys. To be honest, I think it might even excite him a little - he'd probably love it if you saved some cum for him every now and then. Doesn't that sound fun, Carrie? You've got all the support you could ask for. Everyone really just wants you to be the slut you were born to be!" The confusion ebbed away from her face as her new, sexually charged persona began to take over her mind. "Thank you James! I think... I think I finally understand what's going on, this has been really helpful!" "No problem, Carrie, I'm glad I could help clear things up for you. Now I need you to listen to me, because this is very important, are you ready?" Carrie nodded her head at James, who turned to me and winked before continuing. "You are a dirty, dirty slut back home. Because you are such an insatiable whore, you will do absolutely anything sexual that anyone asks of you. Well, provided it does you no lasting physical harm of course. Do you understand what I am saying to you Carrie? You're the nastiest kind of girl there is: one who can NEVER say no to anyone." Carrie blinked a few times as James' hypnotic suggestion sunk deep into her psyche. "I can't say no? Never? To anyone, for anything?" James nodded his head at her, and she began to nod her head as well until she seemed to understand. She repeated James' command, but this time affirming her belief as a statement of fact. "I guess I'm such a desperate slut, I can't say no to anyone for anything. Never." She blinked again, the statement seeming to flow more naturally in her mind as though she had thought of it herself. "I mean, why would I want to? Sex is so fun! I should always be happy to be used, no matter what! Oh James, thank you!" She finally looked him in the eyes. "Thank you so much for helping me realize what a dumb slut I've been all along!" With that, she closed her eyes and gave James a deep kiss on the lips. I winced. James put up his hands and separated himself from my ex-girlfriend's lips, laughing as he noticed my upset expression. "Well, SOMEONE sure seems excited to get started with her new outlook on life!" Carrie's face was flushed red as she bit her lip and wiggled her hips in her chair. "I was going to wait for a certain someone else to come, but I guess we can get started," James said, standing up. "Lexi, Carrie - both of you get naked." Carrie's eyes looked around hesitantly for a second as though she were going to ask a question, but then grew wide as she realized she literally could do nothing to object. "Yes, James! Anything for you!" She and I began to get undressed, with her pulling off her shirt and tugging on her bra while I ripped the French maid outfit above my head. James sat on a recliner, watching us. "You know what's interesting, Lexi? You have to listen to me and Ally, but otherwise you basically have some level of free will. But her? Now anyone could've told her to strip, not just me. What if someone told her not to strip at the same time? I'm sure that'd never happen, I mean, she's a hot young thing... but it makes you wonder. Maybe I should ask a philosophy professor or something over in that college town." As Carrie finally unhooked her bra, she decided to comment, "What do you mean? Of course I have free will James! I WANT to do whatever anyone tells me! Unless they tell me not to want it!" As I pulled down my panties and revealed my chastity cage, James decided to end the banter by ordering Carrie to not think about her own free will ever again. As we both stood there undressing in front of the other, I couldn't help but take in the sight of my ex-girlfriend naked. This was the first time I had ever seen her nude... And she was stunning - with a petite, slender frame, a cute, toned rear, and moderately sized perky breasts. As I stared, I was embarrassed to realize that my own breasts were much larger than hers. She caught me looking a few times with her eyes as we undressed but would look away quickly. I was unsure whether this was out of politeness, disgust, or jealousy. Because I had such a bombshell figure, any would be plausible. James came behind me and squeezed my bare ass, asking, "Wow, she's really pretty! I can't believe you and her never got it on! Don't worry though, you'll still have a front row seat when she loses her virginity - I mean with me, obviously!" I stamped my foot on the ground in frustration, but I was unable to do anything to act out further because of my programming. James seemed impressed I had broke my conditioning enough to voice any frustrations and began to taunt me with a series of nicknames as a knock came on the door. "Oh, there's the cavalry, just in time! I've got a feeling that I know who that is! Everyone stay here a minute!" James left the room and opened the front door and I could hear his voice plus another familiar, masculine voice as they came back down the hall into the living room where Carrie and I stood naked. "Oh, it must be my birthday or something..." the other voice said with a nervous chuckle. As they walked into the room I realized why the voice sounded so familiar as James introduced our guest to my ex-girlfriend. "Carrie, I'd like you to meet Ron, Lexi's boyfriend." Ron seemed mildly annoyed at being referred to as 'my boyfriend,' (despite the gooey feeling he gave me, I knew he just saw me as another hole to use) and looked for a moment as though he might say something. He thought better of it, however, and waved awkwardly at Carrie. He clearly knew it was better to play along than to cross James. "Are you here to fuck me, Ron?" Carrie said, with a glazed over look in her eyes. I could visibly see that her pussy was getting wet. "No, none of that!" James said playfully. "Ron, you're here to fuck Lexi, if she'll have you." Ron looked at James incredulously. "That's all? That's all I have to do? I mean... Sure, sure thing James." He looked relieved to be given such a simple assignment as James guided Ron to stand next to Carrie, both of them now facing me. "Now, Lexi, I wanted to do a real test for your behavior; the choice is yours. I think it's obvious that an orgy is about to break out here, but what's next is up to you. Do you want to fuck Carrie, your ex-girlfriend, or Ron, your boyfriend?" I looked back and forth at the two of them, my naked feminine ex-lover, and my current masculine one. "You're going to make me have sex with one?" I asked, already knowing James couldn't really be giving me a choice. "Duh, that's why I asked! I'm going to give you one minute to choose," James said, tapping the Rolex on his wrist to indicate he was keeping time. I looked at Carrie, then at Ron. It was undeniable that I had feelings for both of them. Was this some kind of test James was putting me through? My feelings for Carrie were my own, unlike the love for Ron that had been forced on me by Ally days prior. Was it wise for me to pick Carrie, to go against James' narrative that I was, and had always been, an unabashed sissy whore? I couldn't believe he was offering me a choice at all, surely there must be some trick to what he is doing. Given how things had been going that week, I figured regardless of his intentions this may be the last choice I would ever be given, so choosing Carrie might be the last chance to rebel I'd ever have. "I pick Carrie!" James looked up from his watch with an amused smile. "Now that IS a surprise! I wasn't sure if there was any part left in your pretty head that identified with the old you, but that's no problem. After all that's why I gave you a choice! So tell me, Lexi, how are you going to do it? If we start right now, how will you fuck your ex-girlfriend?" I stared at Carrie for a moment, her toned naked body sending butterflies to my stomach. "Well," I started, "I'd bend her over and..." I paused for a moment. "I mean, first I could use my tongue on her, or her tongue on me, or maybe my fingers..." Something wasn't right. Back in the other town I had always fantasized about having sex with Carrie, but now that I finally had the opportunity it seemed like there was a mental block on any specifics. "But that's not really fucking, is it? I asked you to pick someone to have sex with." James said, the smirk still on his face. "Well I... I'd..." I stammered, unsure of why I couldn't figure out what it meant to have sex with Carrie. "Can I get a strap on upstairs? I could put it on and fuck her pussy or ass, or, even better, maybe she could put it on and fuck me?" I knew James didn't mean for us to use toys when he asked how we'd fuck, but I couldn't think of any other way. How did I ever imagine she and I would have sex back when we were together? "No, no, no! That's no way to do it either. Boy, it seems like you're having a hard time with this one, huh? Could it have something to with this, perhaps?" James unlocked his phone and showed me a screen with a picture of myself at the top, as well as a list of commands he must have entered. At the bottom was a new command I hadn't seen before: "Lexi equates sex with being penetrated in the ass or mouth. She can never confuse her 'clitty' with a penis or think of using it for penetration." I read the sentence and understood that James had somehow changed me with his command. He asked again, "So, even now after you've read that command, do you know how you would have sex with Carrie?" "I... I don't know," I admitted. I knew that it should be possible to have sex with Carrie - I knew my confusion all came from the programming in his app. There was a difference between reading his command and understanding what it meant, however: I still had some kind of mental disconnect that prevented me from comprehending any way that I could engage with Carrie sexually. "It's not fair!" I said, on the verge of crying. "It's a trick question! Ron is the only one I'm even CAPABLE of having sex with because he has a cock! How could Carrie fuck my ass with just her pussy?" James patted my shoulder in a show of mock support. "There, there, little sissy. I understand that girls are confusing to you. There's just no way you could ever engage with a woman that way. So then, who do you choose to fuck?" I sniffled a tear and spoke up hoarsely, knowing the situation was out of my control. "Ron. I want Ron to fuck my ass." "I figured that might be the case!" James said, patting me on the shoulder. "Ron, get over here and oblige the sissy! Carrie, bend over on the couch for me!" Carrie quickly pranced across the room, panting and biting her lip as she bent over the couch arm. Ron meanwhile made his way across the room toward me, guiding me to bend over the couch on the opposite end. He and James had both lowered their pants enough to free their semi-hard cocks, while Ron removed my butt plug and carelessly tossed it onto the cushions between us. As I felt his stiffening member probe my hole, I felt a confusing mix of emotions: a combination between the normal elation at being taken by my boyfriend and shame from watching my ex-girlfriend surrender herself to another man in front of me. I watched Carrie's eyes roll in the back of her head as James slipped his cock into her dripping cunt and she screamed with pleasure. Before I could process what had just happened, I was making a similar expression as Ron slipped into me as well. "Fuck you're so tight! You really were a virgin, weren't you?" James remarked as he bounced against Carrie in a quick rhythm. The *Slap, slap, slap* of his thrusts was timed with a squelching noise his cock made against the juices from her horny pussy. "Mmhmm! Ohhhh! Oh but it hurts!" Carrie replied. "No, no. You're a slut, remember? I think you like the feeling of being stretched. It turns you on, doesn't it?" James insisted. "Ohhh, oh, fuck! Oh fuck I love it!" Carrie said, forced to take James suggestions as fact. It was clear she would have no reservations about being fucked going forward. On my end of the couch, Ron's cock was forcing its way up inside me with a slower rhythm, sending a jolt of pleasure to my clitty with each thrust as it brushed against my prostate. I couldn't help but bite my lip as I matched my hip movements to impale his dick inside me as deeply as possible, my heavy tits bouncing up and down on my chest. We continued like this for about four or five minutes, as I felt myself edging toward an orgasm that I wasn't sure would actually occur, given my new rules on when I could cum. Ron had picked up his rhythm a bit to be closer to James', which made me believe he would fill me with his load at any moment. Carrie and James continued their fucking in the same fashion as before, with her loudly screaming in pleasure. Just as I felt things were starting to boil over, James pulled out of Carrie and yelled "Stop!" Ron and I immediately stopped our thrusting and he pulled out of my ass with an audible *POP* that informed everyone in the room, including me, that I was gaping. "You're one hell of a lay!" James said to Carrie. "The boys back home are going to love you!" He took a seat on the couch, moving around Carrie who was collapsed over on the couch arm, catching her breath. "Lexi, I'm glad you made the choice to fuck Ron after all, and I want things to stay this way. But you were able to resist me earlier when you picked Carrie over Ron, so there's some fight left in you. That gave me an idea - which side of your brain is stronger? Are you stuck as some sissy, or is Alex still in there somewhere? That's why I want to offer you another choice." My heart began pounding. He was giving me a choice? His last choice turned out to be a lie, so I wasn't excited for what would come next. "I know what you must be thinking, that this is some kind of a trick. I assure you it isn't. But you have to hear me out, and don't give me your answer until I ask you for it. Got it?" James asked. I nodded. "Good," he continued, "Here is your dilemma to see who really has control in your head: Alex or Lexi. If you want to go back to being a Alex Conally, the college-bound, athletic, 18 year old BOY, I will let you. All you have to do is ask. You know what? I'll even change your family back to the way they were, Carrie too. Well... as much as I can considering the damage already done. I will even arrange everything for you, reverse surgeries - where possible - your dad's old job, your sister's IQ restored, the whole deal. They'll all think this was some kind of a dream. Doesn't that sound nice? You can go back to the way things were?" What? No way. There was no way he'd change things back for me like that. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, it had to be a lie. He enjoyed punishing me, it was a trap. It had to be. "I don't believe you," I said coldly. James smile disappeared from his face for the first time since he had arrived. "I'm dead serious," James said, staring me down on the couch, inches from my face. "But I'm not done with my offer. You'd be back to normal, but you'd still have your debt; that's just a nice little bonus for me, knowing you'd have to find a mountain of work ahead of you to pay for your surgeries and their subsequent reversals. But I'm sure a smart kid like you wouldn't have a hard time getting a good job and paying it off. So we get to the real kicker: the catch you've been waiting for." 'Here it comes,' I thought. "If I change you back, you will ALWAYS be Alex, the straightest of the straight boys. Long gone are your days of putting cocks, dildos, plugs, or even fingers up your ass. In fact, even the thought of anal will make you sick. You'll be able to have sex with Carrie again, knowing I already took her virginity of course, once I let you remember how. You'll just happen to be the most boring, vanilla guy in the whole world. You can say goodbye to fun, sexy Lexi forever! How's that sound, bud? Do you want to be a boring, normal boy again?" The choice was obvious. Just a week or so earlier I had only ever been a 'vanilla' person. I never wanted to do anything sexual with my ass, despite James' false memories implying otherwise - this was a no brainer. I had dreamed of this moment for the past week: the chance to leave and escape James' psycho sexual fantasy. Seconds passed, however, and I found myself unable to answer him. What was wrong with me? Though I knew it was the right choice, I couldn't bring myself to say it. The past week had been more pleasurable than any other period of my life, filling me with sensations I never knew I could experience. Did I really want to go back? Was getting fucked like a sissy whore opening a Pandora's box of pleasure that I could never come back from? If I took his offer, I could never feel that way again, even if I could return to a normal, sane life. An internal debate raged in my head, though I knew one side was objectively irrational... insane even. James could sense my hesitation in answering. "Ooh, look how hard she has to think about it! Ron, why don't you slip your dick back inside the sissy while she makes up her mind? Fuck her nice and slow while she thinks it over." Ron nodded at James and came behind me again, pushing me down over the couch armrest and spreading my ass cheeks. I knew what James was doing and I uttered a soft "No, please..." just as I felt Ron's tip enter into me yet again. The sensation of being filled came back and my knees went weak. As his cock snaked up past my prostate and into my bowels, I felt my clitty twitch again in its cage and the familiar sexual pressure build inside me. I let out a soft moan. "Seems like you're thinking pretty hard on this, huh?" James taunted as I opened my eyes again to glare at him while Ron sawed his hot dick in and out of my asshole. "I tell you what, I'll sweeten the pot. I was thinking earlier that it was pretty disrespectful of Carrie to be fucked in her pussy in the Anally household; she's a guest after all! Now that I've taken her virginity in her cunt, I thought I'd trying breaking in her cute little rump too... you know, as a show of solidarity with you all. But for that I'd need someone to get me hard again and I don't have any lube. I've heard through the grapevine that you've got some pretty slick spit. How would you like to suck my cock so I can fuck your ex up her ass?" My heart skipped a beat as I tried my best not to match Ron's thrust with my hips; I wanted to stay in control of my thoughts and not lose myself to the ecstacy. Was he being serious? He'd allow me to get him hard with my mouth? The prospect of sucking James cock was something I had never dreamed he'd offer me so soon, except for maybe drinking his piss like earlier. I wanted it. I wanted his penis in me in any way possible. "What do you say, Lexi? Want to suck my cock? Just tell me you want to stay as a sissy and it's all yours." I gritted my teeth, fighting every urge to give in to the pleasure and accept my life as a sissy. No, I needed it! I couldn't go back to the way things were, I couldn't live without the sensation of taking a hard cock up my bum, the degradation and denial were what I lived for now. Just as Ron's cock hit my prostate again I nearly complied and moaned out my submission, but the Alex part of my head found its footing and forced me to bite my tongue. "NO!" I screamed. James seemed bemused by my response, like he supposed I would have given in already. "No? So you're telling me you want me to stop Ron and turn you back into a man? Plain, old, boring Alex Conally? To never be a slutty plaything ever again?" "No! Wait ...That's not what I mean!" I said between grunts as the pleasure took hold once again. "I... I... " I said, unable to articulate the feelings as the war between masculinity and sissyhood raged in my mind. "Well, if you DON'T want to suck my cock, I guess I can just put it away, unless you tell me you want to be a sissy... " James offered, staring me down to look for any sign of what I might do. If I didn't choose to be a sissy, I would never feel Ron's cum inside my ass ever again, I'd never sissygasm again, and I'd never get to suck James' wonderful, meaty cock! But what about my family? I couldn't doom them to a life of subservience just because I didn't have enough will to let Alex take over, just one more time! "Going once!" James said, folding his cock back into his pants. No! I couldn't let him put it away! This might be my only shot at really tasting him! "Going twice!" James said as he zipped up his fly, sealing away his semi-hard cock. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Ron continued pounding my behind as I felt a panic take over me. Alex's voice in my head told me that I was winning, that I could earn my freedom if I could hold on just a little longer... 'Hey! Wake up you dumb slut! What are you doing?! Go get your man!' Lexi's voice was just as loud, if not louder. James held on for a moment longer, both of us knowing if he reached the count of three this would all be over. Thoughts swirled in my head: concerns about my family, my future, if I couldn't hold on. The tip of Ron's cock hit my prostate once again and my clitty twitched as James took a breath to speak. "Well, I guess that's thr... " Fuck Fuck Fuck! No! Fuck it! Fuck my future! Fuck my family! I need this! I need to be fucked, I need to be a little sissy whore, I need his cock! I can't give this up! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!!! "STOP!!!!!" I screamed, "I want to be a sissy, forever! I want to be fucked up my butt! I want to be controlled and owned! I want to suck your cock! Please, please, let me suck your cock!" James smile returned bigger than ever; he had won. I didn't even care anymore. "You had me worried there for a minute, Lexi. I figured you'd come around, but I'm glad you did it on your own." He pulled out his cock again, semi-erect, and slapped it against my cheek, forcing me to gasp as Ron continued to fuck me from behind. "I want you to know that I wasn't bluffing. I would have done it, I would have given you back your old life. Now every time you're on your knees being rammed in your ass by some stranger, or blowing an old guy in the back of a bus I want you to remember; I want you to remember that YOU chose this. That's my ultimate revenge - making you do it to yourself." I looked up and met his eyes without moving my head. I could smell a mix of his manly musk and Carrie's pussy juice wafting off his member. "Now, suck my cock, you whore." I plunged my mouth on his rod, the taste of his sweaty flesh like heaven on my tongue. Ron continued to plow my rear as I bobbed my head on James' cock in rhythm. I was being double penetrated, a new sensation that made my entire body tingle as a wave of euphoria flowed all over me. As I synchronized my sucking with Ron's movement I felt a sort of zen. I could dwell on the repercussions of my decision later; at that point I knew I was right where I belonged: impaled on both ends by men, superior to me in every way. There was no denying it, I wasn't like them; I was a sissy. A lowly sissy bitch who was only good for pleasing cock. I knew that I made the right choice. Once James was hard again, he pulled out of my mouth, which made me whimper sadly. "Now don't be upset, little Lexi. I told you that I only needed you to get me hard so I could fuck Carrie in the ass. Aww, don't pout - I think you'll like this next bit." James moved over to where Carrie was still laid over on the couch arm like a rag doll and lifted her up onto the couch cushion so that she was on her knees with her ass facing outward. "Ron, do the same with Lexi here, would you?" James ordered. I felt Ron slip out of my ass as he forcefully shoved my dainty body onto the couch so that I was on my knees with my head right next to Carrie's. "Now look at how cute the two of you are, two former lovers looking into each other's eyes while enjoying a good 'ole butt fucking! Go on, give us a show and make out!" Carrie seemed hesitant to kiss me (what woman would want to touch a sissy?), but followed James instructions, tilting her head and leaning in so that we were kissing deeply. I don't recall kissing Carrie this passionately in any memories, real or fake, but I felt myself enjoying the sensation as Ron entered my asshole once again and James entered Carrie's. She paused her kissing for a moment as he forced his way inside her, taking in sharp breaths between moans and sighs of pleasure. It seemed like her first time with anal sex was painful, but she must have been enjoying it considering the command James had given her earlier to enjoy the feeling of being stretched. I was moaning as well. It wasn't long until I could feel Ron tensing up inside me as he picked up his rhythm and he began to blow his load deep inside my ass. To my surprise, my clitty spasmed at the same time, and I had a deeply fulfilling sissygasm along side him, unleashing two or three squirts of clear sissy juice into the couch cushions below me and moaning into Carrie's mouth. Just a moment later, I could hear Carrie yell out in pleasure as well, while James groaned behind her. It was obvious she was able to have anal orgasms just like me - the lucky girl. Ron had already pulled out of my ass by the time James pulled out of Carrie. "Clean us up." He said plainly, clearly exhausted from the sex. Carrie began to suck on his cock while I gently sucked on Ron's, making sure to clean him with plenty of spit. "Ally!" James called upstairs, "Bring a couple of dildos down here!" Ally came down quickly with two of the larger dildos I had seen in Elena's collection, both with pronounced veins and a set of testicles. They must have all been upstairs fooling around in Elena's room while the rest of us were downstairs. "All right Carrie and Lexi: each of you shove a dildo up your ass and try to collect as much cum with it as possible, then give it to the other to deep throat. Normally I'd love to see you eat it right out of each other's asses, but I think we both know that that kind of sexual contact between a woman and sissy should never be allowed, don't you agree?" Carrie and I both nodded our heads and proceeded to insert our dildos into our sore asses, pushing as deeply as they would go and back out a few times to make sure we caught everything. While Ron and James pulled their pants back up, Carrie and I swapped the dildos and inserted them in our mouths, swallowing the entire length of the rubbery phalluses. Because of my daily 'gift' and routine enemas, my dildo came out completely clean yet coated heavily in Ron's cum. Carrie's dildo was not as pristine, which I could taste clearly as I licked off the slimy yellowy-brown mixture that coated it, savoring what I could of James' cum in my mouth before swallowing. To be honest, I couldn't help but be overjoyed with the humiliation of tasting my ex-girlfriend's dirty ass mixed with James' glorious semen. Once both dildos were sucked clean we picked up our clothes off the floor and got dressed again. On her way out the door, Carrie looked back at James and thanked him for showing him what a fun time she could have as a lowly slut. James made her promise to send me updates of all the fun times she would be having with the boys back home, telling her that she would have to provide me with vicarious fuckings of the all the guys I had secretly wanted to bang. She gave me a big hug before she left, telling me how happy she was that she was able to clear up our history together and that she understood that I was, and always had been, a sissy slut. In a strange way, I felt like I had just made another friend for the first time since James had taken over my life, and I was grateful that things had transpired the way they did. Ally clearly did not like the prospect that she would have new competition for being my "bestie," as she stood pouting with her arms crossed while we all said our goodbyes. After Carrie left through the front door, she was headed toward her car parked on the street when an older gentleman approached her and grabbed her ass. I couldn't hear them talking, but the last I saw she headed off with him in a different direction from her car, likely to do whatever filthy sexual acts he had asked for. She'd make it home eventually, after servicing anyone and everyone who stopped her on the street in town. I was sure her newly empowered mother and cuckolded father would love to hear about the ways in which she had fucked half the neighborhood before going back. Shortly after, Ron left as well. He didn't say much as he made his way back on the street, clearly trying his best to stay in James' good graces without annoying him. This was followed by James and Ally finally leaving, with a final reminder from James with a wink: "Can't wait to see your first cam show tonight! I'll make sure to have it on, break a leg!" As soon as the door closed behind them, the house seemed eerily quiet for the first time in almost a day. My mother came back down the stairs and began working on her preparations for the hotel that evening. "Oh, Lexi, dear - we've got everything set up upstairs for you in the den where Erica sleeps. You should be all set to start your cam show in the next 10 minutes! Go on, get up there!" So far, I hadn't really done anything as a camgirl except for the one video I made at school during sex ed. I entered the room and saw that the camera was on a tripod and already set up, a laptop was open with a chatroom open. As I came into frame, I heard a number of chimes coming from the laptop as my entrance was seen by my audience. I waved at the camera and more chimes came pouring in, as messages came up in the chat window like "Whoa!