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Chapter 7:
Veronica took one last look in the mirror and sighed a deep, defeated
sigh. Sam was awake and ready for her daily duties to begin. All-in-all,
it wasn't the worst existence in the world. Veronica had grown used to
the daily routine of having one of her orifices used for Sam's pleasure,
followed by cooking, cleaning, working out and generally taking care of
the home. But no matter how long she lived in this role, she could never
quite grow completely used to her reality that she had become a real
man's feminized plaything. She pulled her night-shirt, a white camisole
that Sam insisted she wore each night because he thought it funny to see
her growing nipples through the flimsy fabric, over her head and disposed
it in the hamper in the guest bedroom. She went to her dresser and opened
the top drawer, revealing her neatly-organized and enviable collection of
bras. All told, she had spent well over $500.00 on her new feminine
foundation garments alone, a sum she at first thought to be ludicrous,
but now that she actually required the support in her breasts, she was
thankful Sam did not let her skimp. She selected one of the sexier
artifacts from her collection, her reasoning being that the quicker Sam
came, most likely depositing on her face, chest and stomach as he usually
did, the quicker she would be free to start the day's work.
Sam's grizzled voice bellowed from down the hallway, "Veronica, baby come
on now, don't make daddy punish you for being disobedient." His voice was
playful, but Veronica knew that the threat had very real teeth, so she
expedited the process. "Coming babe!" She replied, knowing that, while
Sam usually insisted on being referred to as Sir, he would generously
allow a slip-up like that if in the heat of some kind of sexual activity.
She looked again at the bra she held in her hand. The turquoise cups were
embroidered in white lace and the top of the cups were adorned with two
straps; a unique design that would be rendered ridiculous on a breast-
free crossdresser, but that settled in on top of her delightful growing
globes as if they were made to draw men's attention to Veronica's
cleavage.
"Oh God, I really am getting cleavage," she declared to no one in
particular. The realization made her stop momentarily as she fought back
a tear. Her emotions had been in complete turmoil ever since Sam slipped
her that first Estrogen pill. She had cried when she felt her breast buds
forming. She had cried the afternoon she sat in the stylist's chair and
had her hair styled into a layered and highlighted feminine do. She
laughed hysterically at some of the dumbest shit to come out of Sam's
mouth and she had seemingly out of nowhere approached him midday and
asked his permission to be violated. Now the realization that her
family's genetics of producing busty women had been activated within her
was another painful reminder of how his manhood had been stripped away,
replaced by the soft and sensual femininity staring back at her in the
mirror.
"Almost ready, Sir! I want to look my absolute best for you!" she called
out. It was partially true. She did want to look the best she possibly
could to expedite her morning ritual, but she also desperately hoped he
would allow her to keep her bra on. The padding helped alleviate some of
the pain that they incurred when Sam, quite literally as he said he
would, smack her tits around. She reached behind her back and with
surgical precision connected the two straps of the bra on the appropriate
set of hooks. The bra was much tighter than when she tried it on last two
weeks ago. A product of her breasts approaching C-cup territory, no
doubt. She reached to her shoulders and adjusted the straps slightly to
provide her with greater comfort. She slid on her matching panties,
careful to not allow the fabric to get caught in the delicate lock of her
chastity cage, snapped the waistline into place, and looked at the
reflection in the mirror. Aside from the bump in her panties, there was
no indication that she was anything other than a young, mid-20s woman.
Granted, while her breasts were unmistakably female, her waist and hips
were just now beginning to form the child-bearing shape that his Latina
ancestors so proudly displayed. Even still, there was no way she would
ever be mistaken for a man. Even after she found a way out of this mess,
she didn't know if there would ever be enough surgery and hormones to
return her to her former physical condition, to say nothing of her
altered mental and emotional condition.
She took a few steps into the hallway, her feminine assets causing her to
thrust out her chest and ass, while her hips naturally swayed in an
exaggerated motion. She arrived at the doorway and stopped, placing one
hand on the door jab next to her ear, the other on her femininely-cocked
hip. She looked into the dark room and saw Sam under the covers, his
usual evil grin adorning his stubble-covered face. "God he's going to
give me one hell of a rash with that beard if he decides to motorboat
me," she thought to herself. "Are you ready for me, Sir?" she asked
coyly, tilting her head downward slightly as she looked up at him; a
motion practiced and perfected in the months past.
Sam left out a quick chuckle and motioned for her to wait. He held up his
phone so that the picture on the screen was next to Veronica in his field
of vision. "You know, you really should thank me. I was just looking back
through some of the pictures you sent me from that night we first met.
God girl, I mean you were such a sissy pussy boy back then, did you ever
think you would end up looking like such a fucking fox? I mean, do you
even remember just being a crossdresser at this point?"
Veronica grimaced at Sam's words. He had a knack for somehow, even though
she was four months into this ordeal and clearly in no position to be
anything other than the beautiful woman she had become, of finding that
hidden and buried part of Matt that still lay dormant inside and stabbing
at it with this emasculating night. Veronica looked up at Sam and forced
a cheeky grin before answering. Her reply was as honest as it was
painful, and most likely exactly what Sam was expecting. "Oh yes, Sir. I
remember my last night as a crossdresser very, very clearly."
Chapter 8:
Veronica minced across the parking lot as quickly as her tight mini-
dress, 5" hooker heels and womanly inexperience with heels and pavement
would allow. It was bad enough that she had to expose herself in public
in such a skimpy dress (although admittedly not nearly as emasculating as
walking in her ripped, cum-stained dress earlier in the evening), but if
she was walking she surely would have drawn less attention. She had
practiced walking in heels inside on her flat, even floor, but running
outside in heels was a chore. Compounding the challenge was that her left
ankle was already sore and slightly swollen from her earlier encounter
with her neighbors. She cursed out loud as she caught an edge with her
heel and her purse went flying from her left hand. She could hear the
mumbles from a few of the neighbors who were out in their yards or from
across the parking lot. Two older guys grumbling about politics and
typical "kids-these-days" banter stopped dead in their conversation as
Veronica shimmied past on the opposite side of the street. "Did you just
see that shit?" Was the only thing Veronica stuck around long enough to
hear, her face again turning red at the realization that two men in her
neighborhood knew.
She made it through the intersection where her earlier encounter with a
man in a BMW had caused her the first of her very public humiliations of
the evening without having to navigate traffic, but she had to stop
briefly to catch her breath as she reached the opposite side. As she
leaned against a sign post, quickly checking the time on her phone and on
the status of everything in her purse, she could hear the loud muffler of
a car quickly approaching the intersection. It was a black Jeep with the
top down. Inside, three young revelers, a young man and two young women,
roughly age 20, were laughing and shouting. The woman in the back, with
long black hair, wearing a yellow cut-off t-shirt, tiny denim shorts and
unnecessary sunglasses, noticed Veronica standing against the sign post
and turned her attention to the temporarily stationary sissy. She locked
eyes briefly with Veronica as a wicked smile appeared on her lips. The
girl stood up as the jeep eased past, grabbed both of her rather ample
breasts, and yelled, "nice ass sugar-tits!". In the front, the young man
driving laughed so hard he nearly stalled the vehicle. The girl in the
passenger seat, not wanting to feel left out, stood as the Jeep resumed,
also grabbing her generous bosom and yelling, "I want to motorboat them
boobies!".
Veronica didn't know if the girls, both clearly drunk, could tell that
she was actually a he, but the embarrassment of having so much attention
called to him was almost unbearable. For the first time, he considered
that none of this was worth it. That Sam could just go ahead and out him
and that he would deal with the repercussions later. But Matt was quickly
subdued as Veronica reasserted her dominance. The humiliation,
emasculation and embarrassment of the night was miserable, but it also
was a huge turn-on. And there was no way she was going to let herself be
subjected to all of this and not even get off herself at the end of it
all. She pressed on and made it to Sam's front door, quickly knocking and
entering to find Sam sitting on the steps.
"Tisk, tisk," Sam said, looking at an imaginary watch and tapping his
wrist. "I thought I was pretty clear that you had to be back by 11:00. It
is 11:02. But don't worry baby girl, I won't punish you too badly."
Veronica looked at her phone in horror, realizing that her brief moment
of doubt coupled with her encounter with the rowdy college students had
pushed her past the 11:00 timeline Sam had clearly set for her. He said
he would go easy on her, maybe he didn't actually send the photos to his
boss? Before Veronica had a chance to ponder her situation further, she
snapped back to attention as she realized Sam had gotten up and was
examining her outfit. Veronica, again not knowing what to say but feeling
it was expected of her, bit her lower lip and tried to say in her most
innocent voice, "Do you like it, sir?" Sam laughed a cruel and deep
laugh. "Look at you. Pathetic little whore. You actually did it, you
actually went home, put on a ridiculously slutty dress and heels, and
minced all the way back here, plus had it in you to actually ask me for
my approval. And what are these, thigh-high stockings? God, you are such
a prissy little bitch."
Sam whispered the last words as he cradled Veronica's chin and leaned in
for a kiss. Sam, clearly more aggressive than earlier, quickly pinned
Veronica against the door and he passionately explored her mouth with his
tongue. His hands ran greedily from Veronica's shoulders all the way to
her thighs, enjoying the sensation of Veronica's tight, clingy dress and
silky thigh-high stockings as he did. Veronica, battling the conflicting
urges to gag and kiss him more deeply, squeaked slightly as she realized
Sam had picked her up by her hips and was beginning to carry her to the
downstairs bedroom area. She again caught a glimpse of herself in the
full-length mirror next to Sam's front door. The reflection had taken on
yet a different female persona, this one of a sex-crazed and desperately
horny young woman who wanted nothing more than to be taken. Her hair was
a mess and her makeup was starting to smudge. The left strap of the dress
had slid down her shoulders, revealing a strappy turquoise bra; the kind
that settled perfectly onto a real woman's breast, but just looked a bit
odd on Veronica's flat chest. The bottom of her dress had ridden up,
revealing the lace of her panties. She felt humiliated and so incredibly
horny.
In the bedroom, she knew what was about to happen. She had blown Sam
earlier in the evening, but this was to be her true deflowering. Sam was
going to cum inside of her. She knew because she had written the script
for the evening, and Sam was following it without deviation. Sam lay her
down on the bed, his weight on top of her both comforting and frightening
at the same time. He continued to probe her mouth with his tongue, but
shifted his hands to a different task; removing her panties. He, with a
kind of masculine force that somehow seemed in equilibrium with the
feminine grace she had used to put them on, removed her panties,
revealing her caged, aching member and her supple and soft ass. She let
out an involuntary yelp at the feeling of something cold being massaged
into the edge of her rectum, and squirmed as Sam's index and middle
fingers penetrated her behind.
Veronica's head was swimming. The time was drawing near. Matt struggled
to come to the surface. To fight back. To do whatever it took to preserve
his manhood. Veronica grinned slightly. She knew it was far too late for
any of that and she took a bit of a perverse pleasure in knowing that the
male side of her was still so desperate to not allow this to happen. She
said to herself, as if bargaining with an unknown third-party, "It's just
this once. Then you can come back." She knew she was lying to herself but
would do whatever it took to get some kind of satisfaction. Sam abruptly
arose, momentarily allowing Veronica a second to breathe. She looked up
at him, with what must have been an obvious look of disappointment, as he
chuckled and said, "Don't worry baby, just getting ready to document this
momentous occasion."
Veronica looked up into a handheld camera that Matt had retrieved, the
green light indicating it was recording. To both his left and right were
the stationary cameras from earlier; the cameras that had documented his
first act of sexual perversion with this man. The cameras that had
footage of him becoming a cocksucker. Suddenly, he felt the tip of Sam's
cock press against his lubricated bottom. It was almost time. She closed
her eye and bit her lower lip, expecting the forceful entry, her loins
crying out for some kind of sexual release. But Sam stopped, and grinned.
"You know the magic phrase, baby." Veronica opened her eyes and looked at
him in confusion. She legitimately couldn't remember what Sam was talking
about. "Please Daddy, I want it!" she uttered. Sam laughed. "Of course
you do you stupid slut, but that's not it. Here, look at this."
He handed Veronica her phone and grinned again as her eyes opened wide in
horror. She looked at him, a slight tear forming in her right eye. "Sir,
I can't," she muttered, barely able to get the words out. Sam looked at
her sternly and replied, "Veronica, this doesn't happen until you say the
magic words. Be a good girl for Daddy before he gets impatient and
punishes you." Veronica, now feeling totally defeated, put on her best,
feminine face. She lay the phone down and let her left hand rest above
her ear, while her right cradled her fake breasts. She uttered the words
that Sam had given her, while he recorded all of it. "My name is Matthew
Rothman, and I am your dirty, sissy bitch! And I am formally requesting
that you strip me of my manhood, cum inside of my pussy, and make me
yours!"
Sam grinned and chuckled slightly. He eased himself forward, all the
while recording every last second of the emasculation and destruction of
the man formerly known as Matthew. She was only three syllables away.
Veronica knew until she said the last word, this wouldn't be able to end.
She lay her head back, closed her eyes and whispered, "Forever".
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