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My name is - or would I rather say "was" - Robbert Wallcot. Robbie for my
friends. I was a good-looking boy of 23 years old, about 1.70 m height
and some 75 kg of weight. This is my story.
I woke up, groggy and with a heavy hangover from last night? While I
slowly regained my consciousness, I noticed - to my horror - that I was
stark naked.
I vaguely remembered drinking in a local tavern with a group of boys and
girls, who were having a good time. I was on a holiday trip through
Europe and passing through a small village on the Balkan. My parents were
killed in a car accident 2 years ago and had left me enough money to
finish my college and pass my time without worries. After graduation I
had decided to make this tour before I would seek out my professional
ambition.
Travelling by train and hitchhiking I ended up in this little town at the
end of the day, where I had a meal at the only tavern and stayed at the
bar for some drinks. Later on, during the evening more locals entered the
establishment and things soon got cheerful. I became friendly with a
group of youngsters and with a beautiful girl in particular. Alissa was
her name. We had drinks, and more drinks and that's where my memory
ended. I must have passed out. But, where was I?
I took stock of my surroundings. I was laying on the floor of a strangely
cubicle room of 4 by 4 by 4, fully padded on the interior on all walls as
well as the ceiling and the floor. The lighting was strangely diffused
and I couldn't discern any specific source. It seemed to permeate through
every wall. As I managed to get up, I noticed the only object present in
the corner of the room. It was a metal toilet, exactly like you find in
every airplane. No water in the bowl. And however much I tried, I could
not find any door leading into the room, or any seam that would suggest
another opening. The ceiling was too high to reach.
I started calling for help and banging on the walls. But because of the
padding my banging didn't do much good. I tried to listen for any noise
on the outside, but there was nothing to be heard. Panic began to
overtake me. What was the meaning of this? I cried, yelled, till my voice
was raw.
My headache was growing and I was still tired of the last couple of days
of my trek. Furthermore, my bowels were in an uproar and I seriously had
to pee. I sat down on the toilet in the corner and relieved myself. There
was no paper and no way to empty the bowl, but as soon as I stood up my
excrements were sucked out. Just like in an airplane. Not being able to
wipe, I felt dirty and started yelling again. Finally, I slumped down and
closed my eyes.
It had to be for ransom, I reasoned. I must have told some people at the
tavern that I had enough money to come by without working. And I was sure
that they - whoever they were - would come and tell me their demands. I
blamed myself for being so stupid. In the meantime, I was getting very
thirsty and was wondering whether I would get something to drink.
Time passed by. I tried yelling again, but still got no response. I felt
exhausted and my throat felt like dry parchment. At one moment I must
have passed out.
"They" were watching me on various monitors in a room not far away. A
middle-aged male, called Fritz and a beautiful redhead, called Tasha.
Both could follow my every movement and hear my calling through tiny
camera's and microphones, hidden in the ceiling of my room. And they had
more controls at their disposal, as I was to find out.
As I passed out, they were discussing my "case." "We are lucky that this
guy just walked into our park. Our client asked for another pet to be
delivered to him within the next 6 months, and otherwise we had to go
looking for some suitable candidate. That would have taken us a lot of
time and research. And this one just knocked on our door. We are going to
get a lot of money for this one." Let's speed up the process anyway,
Fritz said'. I will vent some gas into the room that will keep him
unconscious for at least 12 hours and you give him the injections.
Afterwards I will put on the music and start the subliminal imprinting.
Some time later, the redhead stepped into my room through a hidden door
and administered a couple of injections. One in every nipple and one in
every buttock. Of course, I never noticed it. Then she left the room.
Immediately a soft, even a little psychedelic music started to play. It
held a hidden message, that kept on repeating Robbie to forget his name.
And a new name popped up...
When I opened my eyes, nothing seemed to have changed. I only had
difficulty to remember how I got here. That's when a voice out of nowhere
asked me, "Tell me your name." Eh... my name is, eh... I suddenly
couldn't recall my own name! How weird was that.
"If you don't cooperate you won't get any food or water. Suit yourself."
With that everything went silent again. Wait. Wait. Please. Tell me where
I am. What is it, that you want? I have money. Please!!! But my pleading
got no reaction and I dragged myself to the toilet and relieved myself.
Despite the fact that I had had no drink for a long time, I had gotten
myself some diarrhea. Afterwards I felt very weak and lay down again.
Hours went by. I don't know how many. It could have been day or night.
There was no way for me to tell the difference. I must have fell
unconscious again.
"Wake up," I heard a voice say out loud. I was seriously dehydrated and
felt very weak. I lifted my head. "What is your name?" I really had to
think hard. How could I forget my own name? Vaguely I recalled a name:
Chris. My name is Chris I stammered. "What is your last name?" Suddenly
the name "Hooker" popped up. "My name is Chris Hooker," I said.
"Good. You've earned some nourishment. Look at the wall near the toilet."
I looked in that direction but I had to crawl over in order to get a good
view. A short rubber tube was protruding out of the wall. Its colour was
light pink and looked like a cow's udder. Some milky white fluid leaked
out of the end. I was so very thirsty, that I would have drank anything.
I tried to squeeze some liquid into my hands, but that didn't work. So, I
had to bent myself over and started sucking on the tube. It did not taste
bad. I kept on sucking till I had enough and then crawled back into the
corner.
I tried to recall how I got in this situation, but I couldn't concentrate
myself. Thousands of things passed my mind. I knew my name now, but how
did I get here?? What was I doing here? And why could I remember so
little of my past? I tried to get some sleep.
"How is our pet doing" asked Tasha. So far, so good, Fritz answered. His
remembrance is getting worse. And he started on the udder. Little does he
know there is more in that cocktail than just milk. It will keep him
drowsy and his body will soon be coercing with the proper hormones. I
guess that in 3-4 weeks we will start seeing some changes.
My life started to exist of sleep and drink. I noticed some weight loss,
but considering the strange milky diet, that was to be expected.
Apparently, the milky substance contained a lot of vitamins, since I did
not crave for any solid food. My belly slowly diminished and my legs and
arms got slimmer. But strangely I seemed to get some extra weight on my
buttocks. And the aureoles on my nipples looked bigger than before.
Since I was still naked and had no way to clean or care for my body, my
nails grew out and my hair got longer. It already reached my nape and
covered my ears. That my body- and facial hair didn't seem to grow and
even got less, didn't strike me as strange. Actually, I started to feel
it to be quite normal.
Over the weeks the subliminal imprinting continued and slowly a new
identity started to emerge. When asked for my name I answered for certain
that my name was Chrissie Hooker, 23 years old, born in Nebraska, USA. I
had no other family and I was without any means. My reason of existence
was to please and to serve. I was one of those rare biological
exceptions; I was a so-called hermaphrodite. That explained my tiny
penis, but I felt totally female. I loved men and I craved for sex. Blow-
jobs, anal, anything to satisfy my needs.
Greatly was my relieve when one week I woke up and the voice told me to
look in the corner of my room. I was surprised to notice a door, standing
open to another small room. Before, I never was able to distinguish
another exit. But there it was. The other room contained a bathroom with
a tub and shower. And a dressing table with - what looked like - a very
complete cosmetics assortment. A mirror was missing, so I had no way to
find out how I looked.
The voice told me to fill the tub, apply a special soap and get soaked. I
was more than willing to comply, since I felt very dirty. I thoroughly
washed myself and soaked my hair, which had become quite long. I towelled
myself and noticed that my skin was smooth and hairless. My waist was
quite small and I felt very pleased with my body. Though I also felt a
bit disappointed to notice that my boobs were quite small. I had always
wanted to have big boobs.
After my bath I was told to go back into my room, and the door to the
other room closed after me.
"Alright Fritz said to Tasha, she is all yours. She passed out and you
can go ahead." A little bit later Tasha entered the room with Chrissie
lying unconsciously on the floor. She quickly went to work. A syringe
with an experimental cocktail, that would effectively shrink Chrissie's
Adam's Appel and another one directly applied to her vocal chords, that
would shorten them and give her a higher and more female voice. 3 Holes
in every ear, with a large creole earring in each ear and the remainder
filled with really nice buds. Next, she started to apply some filler to
Chrissies lips. And finally, she plucked her eyebrows. Then she left the
room.
When I woke up, I found the door to the bathroom to be open. The voice
said that someone was coming to me shortly and would teach me how to make
myself pretty. I was to follow her directions unquestionably.
Furthermore, I was going to be given some nice clothes. I was thirsty and
hungry, but when I took to my meanwhile accustomed udder, I noticed that
it had been replaced with something larger and more fleshlike. I realised
immediately it's function and started sucking it. I found it immeasurable
pleasurable and was surprised to find that I could take it to the end of
my throat. The fluid sustenance that came out of it seemed to be more
gooey, but tasted really nice.
Some time later a beautiful redheaded woman came into my room and took me
to the other room with the dressing table. Her name was Tasha she said,
and told me to sit. Next, she started to style my hair, which had become
quite long now. The dressing table also had a mirror now and I noticed
the lovely earrings. When she was finished with my hair, I was told to
take a shower. Come and bend over Tasha said. A girl has to be pretty and
ready to receive a man. Your hole is a little bit tight, so we have to
widen it a bit. With some lubricant I was given a first butt plug. It
hurt a bit, but since I really wanted to please a man I didn't mind much.
Next, I was given a black panty and Tasha helped me put on a black
corset. She put all her strength in tightening the corset, since I had
trouble breathing. But after a while I got used to it. My boobs really
showed nicely now and I felt proud. A black suspender with sheer black
nylons completed my undergarment. A black tight dress with a low-cut
front came next and was zipped up in the back by Tasha. I was to put on
high heels of 4 inch with ankle straps.
Now you have to learn to apply your own makeup, Tasha said. She showed me
how to apply beautiful red lipstick with a nice red gloss on my full
lips. Mascara, eyeliner and lots of different makeup styles were tried
out. I felt like a million-dollar baby and very happy.
You will meet some nice men, Tasha said. But first we will have to train
you and learn you some classy manners. I was looking forward to that
moment. Men couldn't come soon enough. Afterall my ambition in life was
to please and to serve.
Another hidden door opened to a beautiful bedroom with a closet, a TV set
and a large bed with huge pillows and silky white sheets. A little tea
table with two comfortable seats completed the scene.
Now, you walk around a bit, read some of the magazines and relax, Tasha
said. There are nice virtual reality glasses with some real educational
videos on how to be a real woman. Try them out. I will see you later.
With that she closed the door after me.
I sat down and decided to view the VR videos. Afterall, Tasha had
recommended these to become a real woman, and I wanted nothing more than
that. I put on the glasses, which had integrated headphones for a real-
life experience and turned it on. Immediately I was emerged in erotic
scenes and a soothing voice, giving comments and instructions.
Wake up Chrissie, someone said to me from far away. I must have dozed
away, because Tasha said she had left me for more than 5 hours. She had
taken off the VR glasses and handed me a drink and some vitamin pills. I
felt really tired.
Let's get you to bed, Tasha said. She helped me out of my clothes and
corset. I took out my earrings and cleaned my face of my makeup. She then
gave me a waspie, which she fastened to the limit. "You need to get into
good shape and therefor have to wear these for the time being." She then
handed me a really nice teddy and told me to lie down. I soon drifted
into oblivion, and didn't even notice Tasha leaving the room. I also
didn't notice the soft voice coming out from under my pillow.
"We really hit the jackpot with this one," Tasha said to Fritz. She is
getting into shape quickly and very susceptible to all imprints. Give or
take 3 more months and she is ready to be sold to our client. I'll have
her begging for bigger breast in a week's time. You be ready to insert
the implants.
For days I was following the same routine. I woke up, put on some nice
sexy clothes (I liked them tight fitted), tried out various makeup
products and watched videos on how to please men. When I looked in the
mirror I felt very much at ease and pleased with what I saw. The only
thing what bothered me, was my slight cleavage. When I complained about
that to Tasha, she said not to worry. I was to be given some implants,
which would make my boobs noticeable. Maybe one week had passed - I had
no idea of day or time - Tasha brought me to bed and handed me a drink
and some pills. "Tomorrow, you will look much better," she said. With
that, she left and I fell into a deep sleep.
I didn't notice that I was put on a gurney and rolled to another room.
There, Fritz, who apparently was a doctor, started to insert my breast
implants and also applied some minor cosmetical surgeries. Then I was
rolled back to my room and put into bed again.
When I woke up, I immediately noticed that my breasts were larger and a
bit sore. Don't worry, Tasha said, who came in a moment later. The
irritation will pass rapidly. You have size C now. Later on, you will be
given a size D. I was immeasurable pleased, since breasts are a girl's
best assets. Now lean over, and I will insert a bigger butt plug. Your
client is very well endowed and you should be able to give him pleasure
in every hole possible. Though the bigger plug hurt a little, I got used
to it quickly.
My routine continued and my body took on a real good looker. I now had an
hourglass figure, nice buttocks, long black hair, big sucking lips and a
D cup size. I loved to wear sexy, tight-fitting clothes. My nails were
always nicely polished and painted red. I looked the name I wore. The day
that I was going to meet my client was nearing.
Then, one day, I got to wear a tight-fitting leather outfit with a low
cleavage, that almost couldn't contain my boobs., high heel leather
boots, and Tasha helped me with some very seductive makeup. I wore my
large creole earrings.
Together we walked out the door, through some hallways and finally I was
asked to get into a very luxurious car. Thank you for helping me on my
way, I said to Tasha. And then I was driven off to my new life.
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