cross dresser

This short story is about how I was tricked into having sex through a hole between two restroom stalls. This actually happened to me about six months ago, and I decided to make it into a story for others to read. You can discover what kind of sex it was as you read…

I was in a shopping mall and was going to the restroom in a major department store. The restroom is in the women’s section on the second floor. So I got on the escalator and rode up, exiting at the top, and followed the sign to the restroom. It turned out to be right across from the lingerie section where I noticed a cute girl shopping for panties.

She was wearing a short pleated skirt, white fishnet stockings, and red fuck me high heels. She was hot! As I walked into the restroom she noticed me checking her out and smiled. I smiled back. I told myself that if she was still there when I came out, I would invite her for a drink…

I went into a stall on the end of the row of stalls and closed the door. As I dropped my pants and boxers, I heard someone else come in and enter the stall next to mine. That’s when I noticed the hole in the wall between the two stalls. It was about three feet from the floor, and about an inch and a half in diameter. But it was located forward of the toilet seat, so I wasn’t worried about a perv peeking through and easily seeing me.

Just then, a finger came through the hole and made a come here motion, then went away. I thought to myself, ok… What does that mean? Then it happened again. So I leaned forward and cautiously peeked through the hole. I couldn’t believe what I saw!

There in the stall next to me was the cute girl I had seen in the lingerie section! I could clearly see the bottom of her pleated skirt, the white fine fishnet stockings and now the lace tops, and the red high heels! What was she doing in the stall next to me?

Then her finger came through the hole again making the come here motion… So I stood up and slowly pushed my soft cock through the hole.

I immediately felt her hand grab me and start stroking. It felt good and so erotic as she jerked me off through the hole. I began to harden right away. I have a large cock, so as I did the hole tightened around me and soon I noticed I couldn’t pull it back out if I wanted to! Further, it was tight enough that it was acting as a cock ring, letting blood flow into my hard on but preventing it from flowing out.

So I was stuck there with a raging hard on and this cute girl slowly stoking me. No big deal I thought, since I will soften when I cum which she was clearly intent on making me do.

Suddenly she removed her hand and I felt a soft, warm mouth take my cock head in. She started sucking and it felt wonderful! Then she started moving her mouth up and down my shaft sucking hard as she did it. She sucked so hard that more blood flowed into my already engorged cock. It was so hard it was throbbing at this point, and I could feel the early signs of an orgasm coming on…

Then she pulled her mouth off of me and I felt something warm and hard, with a soft covering start rubbing up and down the length of my shaft. I felt something popping over the head of my cock as the rubbing continued. It felt like another cock head! That wasn’t a girl, it was a guy dressed like a girl!

I tried to pull out, but was so hard and engorged that I couldn’t move. My cock started to soften at the thought of another guy doing those things to me, but she just grabbed it and started stroking me as she sucked on my cock head. I immediately got hard again, as she took me in her mouth and sucked hard again engorging my throbbing cock.

Then she started stroking me hard up and down my entire length. As she did, I could hear her stroking her cock also. I could feel my orgasm starting to develop and could hear her stroking and breathing heavily.

Then I felt her cock on mine again, and she started rubbing it up and down my length. I felt one hand squeeze our cocks together, and the second underneath my shaft pushing up. Suddenly I could feel her jerking as she came, and I felt warm cum landing all up and down my length. She caught what didn’t land on my clock in her second hand. Next, she rubbed her cum all up and down my cock stroking it as she did.

I have just had another guy, albeit looking like a cute girl, cum on my cock! And she is now jerking me off using her cum as lube! Then it happened… She stopped stroking me and I felt something soft and warm pushing onto my cock head. The pushing got harder, and I felt my head slip into something tight and warm. She was pushing her man cunt onto my cock! She was going to fuck me!

Slowly the pushing got harder, and I felt my cock entering deeper and deeper. Suddenly, my cock head popped past something and slid in more easily. It was her sphincter! I was now almost all the way in… And it was warm and tight, it actually was starting to feel good!

Now she started pushing back and forth on my cock, causing me to fuck her ass… Soon, I felt an orgasm starting in earnest and once again tried to pull away with out any luck. I didn’t want to cum in a guys ass! But it was looking like I had no choice.

She was now riding me hard and was making me go all the way in and out with each thrust. There was no way I could stop it… My orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks! She felt me coming and must have squeezed her ass tight around my cock as she continued fucking me.

I came very hard, shooting spurt after spurt of cum into her ass! I must admit it felt really good… When I finally stopped cumming, I felt her slowly slide off of me. I felt my cock being wiped off on the head, felt a kiss on the end, then heard her exit the stall and restroom. I slowly softened and was able to remove my cock from the hole. I pulled up my pants and rushed out the door, but she was no where to be found. I had just had gay sex with a cute boi/gurl, and was now wondering if I would do it again without the bathroom stalls.

A time to wear a costume, Jerry uses Halloween as his excuse to dress as a woman.

Jerry loved October, his favorite month of the year, by far. The Fall was his favorite season, too. With the colorful array of leaves that crunched underfoot and the multi-colored canopy overhead, he loved the cool crisp air that made his nipples as hard as his cock. Whenever he went out for a stroll in the brisk October breeze to enjoy the Fall day, he enjoyed wearing women’s silk panties beneath his pants. The feel of the panty against his hairless skin was pure luxury and the freeing sensation of them helped him to pretend that he was completely dressed as a woman, even when he was dressed as a man. With every step he took, the feel of the soft material continually rubbed against the head of his cock helping to keep him hard.

It was fun being naughty without anyone knowing. Unless he was hit by a car, while crossing the street, no one would know, even suspect, that he was wearing women’s underwear. A man with a secret, a man wearing silk panties, it was his secret not to tell. Remembering what his mother used to tell him to always wear clean underwear, they may not be men’s boxer shorts, but at least they were clean, Mom.

Even though he was the youngest of three children, he grew up as the man of the house, after his Mom divorced his Dad. Jerry adored his mother. He loved his sisters. For him, cross dressing started so many years ago. Whenever his mother and sisters weren’t home, he had a complete wardrobe of their clothes to wear. He’s spent his teenage years serendipitously and stealthily sneaking around the house wearing his sisters’ and/or his mother’s clothes, whenever he was home alone. After his mother passed, he still cherishes a memory of wearing his mother’s panties to school on those days he didn’t have gym.

Now, living alone, after his marriage ended in divorce, too, he’s finally free to live his life in the way he wants to live it. Maybe it was the leaves turning colors, before falling to the ground, but he somehow viewed his life much in the same way. As if he was an artist using a kaleidoscope of color in his new, sexy makeover, as if he was a chameleon changing color to compliment its background, in his case from male to female, as if he was a circus clown with a different colorful costume for each skit, not that he was clownish in any way, although there’d be some who think him a clown or worse for having the incontrollable need to dress as a woman. Nonetheless, as if shedding his skin and transforming his persona in deference to his inner beauty, as a caterpillar metamorphosing into a beautiful butterfly, spreading his wings to allow his feminine spirit to soar, he changed from a man to a woman with the season.

“Viola! How do you like me now?”

The makeover from within, from inside out, instead of outward in, was dramatic and dynamic. He talked like a woman. He walked like a woman. Even without his hair, makeup, and clothes, one could see that he was a woman beneath the man. He looked like a woman.

Changing himself to become his wished for identity and his preferred for gender, it was no one’s business what he did in his private life; that was personal. He was outraged when men questioned him, made him feel bad, and pried into his private affairs, whenever suspecting he was a cross dresser. These were the same men who never should throw stones at their own glass houses, while going to great extremes to keep their personal business secret; he never understood the difference. Why should he confess his innermost secrets when they don’t share their dirty little secrets? We all have skeletons hiding in our closets, don’t we?

When those men, who laugh and point at him, divulge all the strip clubs they visit on their long, liquid lunch hours and all the extramarital affairs they have when they lie to their wives and tell them they were working late at the office, is when he’ll broadcast to everyone that he’s a cross dresser. Until that time, they could all go and fuck themselves. Yet, except for those who have seen him perform in drag, few know his secret that’s he’s a cross dresser.

Even though he was a cross dresser, when he was dressed as a woman, he didn’t feel that he was a man cross dressing to look like a woman. He truly felt like a woman. Because he was a small man, barely 5’7″ tall and nudging 140 pounds, his dimensions were closer to female than they were to male. All his friends were 6′ and taller and most weighed over 200 pounds. They all dwarfed Jerry, that is, until he did his hair up and wore his high heels. Then, he was spectacular.

As if readying for the prom, as if readying himself to attend a debutant ball, he spent weeks readying for the Halloween costume parties that he was invited to and excitingly attended each year. Recently paid to perform, Halloween costume parties not only served as his coming out party in his need to dress as a woman but also fulfilled his need to sing, dance, and entertain, all while making some extra money, enough to pay for his extravagant costumes. He’s even given more than a few one liners to some drunken bashers in the audience. This year, he had received invitations to three Halloween parties, a record number, one Friday night, one Saturday night, and befitting Halloween, this year, one on Sunday night, October 31st.

In previous years, the most Halloween parties he was ever invited to and attended were two and, in this tough economy, an expensive proposition to host with all the food and drink, he was surprised that people still celebrated Halloween with a party. Maybe because Halloween fell on a Sunday this year, with the full weekend to prepare for and to celebrate the holiday, people were more apt to take advantage of the holiday by having parties. Besides, a time of the year that darkness falls over celebrations and holidays and people start to contemplate and dread a long, cold winter, if it wasn’t for Halloween, other than birthdays and anniversaries, there’d be little to celebrate between Labor Day and Thanksgiving.

He wished for the time when he’d have multiple Halloween parties to attend in a day. Much like the Christmas season that starts the day after Thanksgiving and runs through to New Year, he wished Halloween had a prolonged season, too. Wishing he lived in Salem Massachusetts, where they festively celebrated Halloween every day the entire month of October by dressing up and walking around in costume in public, maybe he’d take a vacation there next year.

Then, he thought of Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. Boy, if she wasn’t a woman, she’d make for a great cross dresser. The first time he saw her, he thought she was a cross dresser. She had her year round, Halloween spook movie night. Also, playing year round Halloween costume dress up, there were the fictional freaky Munsters and the Addams Family of television and movie fame. He yearned for a place and a time where he could live as a women every day. Wow, he’d finally be free. He’d finally be at peace. Finally, he’d be who he was always meant to be.

Even though dressing as a woman wasn’t Halloween scary, albeit maybe it was to some, he thought, while laughing to himself, he wondered how he could make more use of the Halloween holiday to his personal advantage. As an entertainer, a singer, a dancer, and an amateur comedian, he wondered if he could make a year round business out of attending or throwing Halloween parties. When the holiday was more about wearing a costume, why must Halloween only be on October 31st? If it was up to him, Halloween would be every day. With Halloween his pretense and his reason for him to play dress up and cross dress, he loved dressing as a woman.

Halloween was the one time of the year that he could be the woman he always wanted to be without feeling self-consciously uncomfortable and guilty. As far as most people were concerned when they saw him, he wasn’t as much in drag, as he was in Halloween costume. As far as he was concerned, he was the woman he always wanted to be, while still being the man that he’ll always be beneath the clothes, the hair, and the makeup.

“Trick or treat.”

Halloween was his special holiday and his special day that he didn’t feel the embarrassment and the shame that he always felt before, when he hid his need to cross dress by hiding in his house. Finally, brave enough to go outside, whenever he ventured out of the house dressed as a woman, he spent more time feeling conspicuous and feeling like the monster that he wasn’t than he did enjoying his moment, as the woman he always wanted to be. His excuse and his reason, should he bump into someone he knew, a friend, an acquaintance, or a relative, whether they were dressed up as ghost, a hobo, a witch, or a goblin, was that he was going to or coming from a Halloween party. Halloween was the day we all dress up as someone or something else, anyway, and it was the day that he dressed up as a sexy and desirable women.

Even though dressing as a woman was a charade, he was tired of the charade. He wished he didn’t have to hide behind Halloween, as his pretense to be himself and who he truly was, a woman trapped in a man’s body. He envied women and wished he could dress as a woman all the time, and not only when in costume on Halloween. For the sake of others having something to say about what he did and when he did it, it wasn’t fair that he was so tortured and unable to live his life the way he wanted to live it without having to endure all the stares and acrimony.

Yeah, sure, he could say fuck them, but the question was, did he believe it and the truth was that he didn’t because he spent more time being too preoccupied, consumed, and concerned with the perception that other people had of him. Why was that? Why should he give a care about them and how they felt, when they didn’t give a care about him and how he felt?

Maybe that was the reason why he was so endeared to certain female celebrities, who really could say fuck you and mean it, Bette Midler, Cher, and Madonna, immediately sprung to mind, along with Christina Aguilera and Lady Gaga. They all danced to a different drummer and they all stayed true to themselves. Truly, they didn’t care what others thought of them. They needed to be who they were and they did. Because of those women is why he’s the man that he is by becoming the woman that he so needs to be.

“Fuck them!” There, he felt better saying it and meaning it. “Fuck them! Fuck them! Fuck them! Who the fuck do they think they are? This is my fucking life. Fuck them!”

Wow. Save the anger, hold it, and then let it go. Even though it’s there, always there, just beneath the surface, he finally felt free. Free to live his life the way he wanted to live it and to do whatever he wanted to do.

“Yeah, baby!”

He loved wearing sexy under things, bras, panties, slips, corsets, stockings, girdles, and garters beneath his clothes. His dead giveaway that he was a man dressed as a woman, besides his Adam’s apple, was that he dressed better than and, if he’d say so himself, looked better than most women his age. Most women don’t know how to put on makeup. Generally, in two groups, those how put on too much and don’t who don’t put on enough.

Most women don’t know how to make the most of what they have. He did, of course, not having any female body parts, what he could do with makeup was artistically amazing. Most women his age, more comfortable in jeans, sneakers, and a sweatshirt, give up and, unless they have money, no longer take the time and the expense to properly care for themselves. He put those women in a non-gender category. Dressing more like men than they dress as woman, when wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, unless it’s a tight sweatshirt and the woman has big tits, that sloppy attire does nothing for their sensuality, sexuality, and femininity.

More comfortable with applying makeup than he was with applying quick set cement for a building project in his backyard that he doesn’t want to do and keeps procrastinating doing, he loved dressing as a woman. He loved doing his hair, a wig actually, and doing his nails and makeup. He didn’t even mind so much shaving all the hair off his trim and fit 5’7″ body, that is, except for all the itching, when it all started growing back the very next day. If he was really a woman and had estrogen instead of testosterone, he wouldn’t have to shave all the places that he shaves now. He could only imagine the time he’d save.

As if shopping for Christmas gifts for others, he spent the entire month of October shopping for the right outfits for the Halloween parties he’d attend. Shoes were important. It was always difficult finding a shoe wide enough and comfortable enough to wear. Always, he’d have to jury rig it somehow to expand the width and find a softer pad to put inside as a cushion. Still, he couldn’t wait to go shopping. He hasn’t been this excited since he was asked to perform in front of a live audience dressed as Cher.

He always wanted to sing, but he never had the talent or the voice. Yet, he had a knack and the ear for impersonating the voices of others. Weird. Just as weird that he could impersonate the voices of others, it was weird that he was unable to find and develop his own singing voice. Always he was deemed a better singer than he was, when he copied the sound of someone else.

That first night at the karaoke bar, after he found the courage to perform with more than a few drinks giving him the who cares attitude, his friends thought it was a joke and that he was kidding when he told them that he could sing just like Cher, that is, until they heard him sing. Then, every time they’d go to the karaoke bar to drink, they’d pressure him to get up on stage and sing. Always, he stunned the crowd. Always, he received the biggest round of applause and for the rest of the evening, he didn’t have to buy another drink. People continued coming to his table buying him drinks and asking him to sing this song or that song, as that singer or another.

“Jerry, you sound just like Cher, better than Cher. It’s unbelievable. If I close my eyes, I’d think you were her. Do Bette Midler.”

Only, for him, it wasn’t the same show visually and he didn’t derive the same pleasure from doing his female singing impersonations, unless he dressed up as the person he was impersonating. Even then, especially then, he’d never felt comfortable enough to dress up as a female impersonator and impersonating a celebrity in front of his friends. Without doubt, even though he’s a straight man, loves women, and never even contemplated having sex with a man, his friends would think him gay. They just don’t get it. They just don’t understand. It’s hard being friends with someone, who really doesn’t know who you are. Certainly, he was tired, so very tired, of pretending to be who he wasn’t.

It’s bad enough they joked around with him calling him a female impersonator and a drag queen, if only they knew his secret. If they only knew that he was. If they only knew he loved cross dressing. Fearing that he’d want to have sex with him, clueless and ignorant, they had no idea.

If they only knew he wished he were born a woman. If only they knew he was wearing silk panties beneath his pants and a nightgown to bed every night, they’d be his ex-friends, instead of his friends. His real friends were other cross dressers. They knew what it was to have that incontrollable need to dress as a woman and what it felt like to have that overwhelming feeling of being so pretty when they did.

Nonetheless, he wasn’t committed enough to becoming a woman by having a sex change operation. He liked his penis and having sex with women too much, and a sex change operation was a step that he was unwilling to take. Besides, he wasn’t gay and wasn’t looking to have sex with men. As much as he loved dressing as a woman, he loved women too much, which is why, perhaps, he impersonated them so well.

For sure, he never wanted to have sex with a man. He wouldn’t mind having breast implants, though. That would be cool to have his own breasts instead of having to wear a padded bra with silicon falsies. He could only imagine the pleasure he’d feel jerking off, while feeling his own tits. Also, it would make him happy to take just enough female hormones so that he wouldn’t have to shave as much hair, as often as he must shave it off his hairy body. The preparation for his male to female transformation was the real time consuming pain in the ass.

It’s funny how most of the women he could impersonate went by one name. Beginning to build quite the repertoire, he had a list of women he could do, Cher, Streisand, Celine, Madonna, Christina, Aretha, Whitney, Mariah, Shania, and Beyonce. Then, there were the more recent female singers, Bette Midler, Lady Gaga, Carrie Underwood, Dolly Parton, and Taylor Swift. Yet, Britney, because of her sexy antics and in the sexy way she dressed, was the most outrageous fun. Dressing up like her with a short skirt and pigtails, while dancing around the stage, was always a good time. He felt the most like a woman, when doing her.

A celebrity impersonator, who used impersonating celebrities to cover his cross dressing, it was his way to feel free. Yet, confined to the month of October and mostly to Halloween, his freedom was short-lived, which is why he loved October and which is why he loved Halloween parties.

I faded in and out of consciousness

My mind was pulsating from the excitement of a glorious dream, it involved a sissy kneeling subservient at the feet of her master, a single drop of cum dripped from her bottom lip and landed in the small puddle on the floor. The sissy’s eyes looked up at the recently serviced glistening cock, thick and bulging from the huge orgasm…

My eyes began to open, just thin slits allowing the smallest speck of light to illuminate very blurred vision before I faded back into another glorious dream; A sissy was strapped to a table in the middle of a crowded bar, bent over and completely naked, men were gathered around the sissy with their hard cocks in their hands, pumping furiously, the sissy moaned and begged as they took turns violating every hole she had…

The cycle continued, a tilting equilibrium between thinly veiled consciousness and erotic dreams that seemed to last forever. I lived entranced in the cycle completely unaware of the world around me, I felt like I was sinking into something, something that I couldn’t describe but knew that It was my destiny to fulfil. Hundreds of images began flicking through my mind like an accelerated flipbook, the images were different and hard to discern but the theme involved sexy sluts worshipping and pleasing cocks, countless women were kneeling at cocks, sucking them, sucking multiple cocks, being fucked and used. Images of supermodels posing on catwalks in lingerie began to race through also, topless strippers on poles, pop stars dancing erotically in music videos surrounded by men, all the imagery began to entwine and intermingle with the explicit ones. The images moved faster and faster, void of sound but I could feel an ever increasing noise, a primal rousing of desire and emotion riding the wave of this visual onslaught. The images guided my feelings, sculpted them, the feelings already existed but they were being enhanced and trained, manipulated to a higher purpose. The flipbook moved faster and faster and surges of desire filled my brain, overwhelming it, still the speed increased and this soundless noise pierced my being, the images became just flashes of white which grew brighter and brighter until I felt like I could no longer endure this onslaught…

My mind snapped instantly into consciousness, the images, the noise all disappeared in that instant like a gigantic fuse which went out just a fraction before reaching the bomb. My eyes remained closed but my awareness was sharp and heightened. I felt like I should be afraid like I was somewhere I had never been before, but I was calm, fringing on excited. Despite my numb body I opened my eyes; the light stung me which caused them to slam shut again. This time I opened them much more slowly, allowing the light intensity to be graduated, my vision was blurry and I struggled to make out anything. I doubled my concentration and the blurring began to filter away. I was startled as I saw a woman staring directly at me. She was completely naked and motionless, I focused and saw her more clearly, she had long blonde hair reaching her shoulders which accentuated a beautiful face, deep blue eyes and very soft features. She had a quaint nose and full red, kissable lips above a perfectly sculpted feminine jawline. Her eyes followed mine as they drifted towards her slender neck, I noticed her gaze following mine and I snapped my eyes back up to meet hers, we paused. She didn’t even blink, again my eyes wandered down to her chest which revealed amazingly pert breasts, they looked soft and shaped absolutely perfectly with short erect nipples. I felt a small wave of arousal spread through my body as my numbness faded away only slightly, enough to begin to feel my body but not enough to move. I focused on the circular areolas around the nipples as they rose and fell with her breathing. I had never seen such perfect breasts before, they were such a well-designed size, big but not too big, fitting perfectly with the rest of her body. Again I noticed her gaze following mine and our eyes snapped to meet each other. Another strange feeling washed over me as I began to feel a pang of realisation, I tried to embrace this realisation but I couldn’t, it remained just out of my reach. My mind told me that I should be panicking due to these very strange emotions but I wasn’t panicking, I was very calm, almost serene. Again my eyes wandered down her body to her flat stomach, it looked toned but not muscular, sort of like a fitness instructor, her hips curved sensually outwards and I gazed at her hairless vagina. Another wave of desire spread through my body as the numbness continued to very slowly fade away, her legs were long and slender pointing down perfectly from her sexy hips, there was a small gap between her equally toned thighs and her toenails were painted pink.

I suddenly realised that I could move, the numbness had retreated enough to do so, I slowly wiggled my big toe only to see the woman in front of me reciprocate exactly. I moved my fingers, so did she. I tilted my neck slightly, so did she. The small, latent feelings of realisation suddenly formed into one and hit my brain hard; I was lying down on a bed looking at the ceiling. There was a mirror on the ceiling, the woman was me.

I again fully expected my mind to panic, to kick and scream, but it didn’t, I just lay there, the realisation spread across my body and gave me shivers which left a residual feeling of arousal and desire. My memory rushed back into me, It had been my birthday, my wife Hannah had found my sissy porn stash. I remembered how she made me dress up in lingerie as she revealed her affair with Carl. I remembered how I got to worship his cock for a small amount of time and I remembered feeling the prick of a needle in the back of my neck. I stared at my body, my shoulders weren’t as wide, my stomach was flat, my hips were wider and my legs slender… I had been transformed; I thought to myself how in the world this could have happened as I studied the subtleties of the transformation. My nose was smaller, my jawbone and cheeks softer, more rounded and less protruding, my lips were fuller and softer. Those breasts! They were a work of art; strangely they didn’t feel out of place, they felt like they belonged. After years of fantasising about being a sissy, never in my wildest dreams had I imagined such an amazing transformation, what surprised me more was how normal this all felt, my latent female sexuality overcame any strange feelings and I felt right. I lifted my hand and let my manicured finger drift along my body from the top of my neck, over my erect nipples and down between my legs. My body was completely smooth and hairless as my finger reached the thick full lips of my vagina, enthralled I slid my finger between them feeling the wetness and seeing the light pink labia and I felt surges of arousal as I touched the top of it, feeling a clitoris, my body twitched in a surge of pleasure as I pressed softly against it, what amazing work somebody had done!

I heard the sound of a door open as pulled my hand away in surprise, my eyes went wide in understanding, I noticed the chiselled face and physique with the short, smart brown hair, it was Carl. It hit me, he was a surgeon. I couldn’t speak as he approached the side of the bed and pressed his fingers softly against my legs, they ran up my body as he approached the top of the bed, resting against my nipples, arousal filled my body. The feeling of arousal was different to how I had been before, instead of being just in the penis, my whole body felt tingly and gently pulsated with feeling, with a more intense feeling between my legs. He stared at me for about a minute before he spoke:

“Hello there my slutty girl,” he said with his calm but commanding, self-affirming tone. I couldn’t yet respond.

“You have turned out very nicely, my best work to date.” He smiled confidently.

“I know you can’t talk yet so let me fill in a few gaps for you, Hannah came to me about your secret fantasies after she found your porn and I consoled her, she was upset to begin with you know.” I continued to listen attentively as he ran his fingers around my nipples making them even harder and arousing me more and more.

“After I consoled her she threw herself at me and we fucked over and over again, after which she knew she didn’t want to be with you anymore. We sat down and discussed what your options were before she came up with a very ambitious idea, see you know that I am surgeon, more specifically, a plastic surgeon. I have my own practice and I have been performing a whole range of services to women ranging from simple breast implants to facial augmentation and restructuring. Never before however have I done so many different surgeries to one person across such a short period of time. I have turned many males into females but never on such a large scale for one person, It is a fantastic achievement If I may say so myself.” His hand slid between my legs and softly pressed between my delicate lips, feeling my wetness as he moved them up and down. I began to writhe slowly in pleasure; I had never felt such desire and arousal before.

Carl continued, seemingly ignoring my pleasure; “What’s more, I had even higher ambitions for you, I have created a, more suited vagina for you, it’s more sensitive than normal women’s’ due to a massively increased density of nerve endings and I have pumped you full of a cocktail of hormones which will mean you derive an astonishing amount of pleasure from sexual encounters. After the surgeries I have had you here, semiconscious. Notice the walls? They are all large screens which have been brainwashing you even further into slutty obedience, quite amazing how well these subliminal hypnotic therapies can work.”

My mind raced to process what Carl was telling me, I finally had an explanation to the flickering images and the dreams, they were being hardwired into me by the hypnotic therapy, there was still one more question that Carl was about to answer for me without asking.

“And why do I do these things?” He asked, feigning a dramatic question as if he were performing in a play. His now wet fingers now slid across my skin and around my upper body and chest.

“As I am sure you can guess I have spent a huge amount of money to create this amazing obedient slut.” Such dominant talk aroused me even further.

“Hannah had a fantastic business idea to suffice this cost, we are seeing it as an investment, you are of course our property now and we are going to earn a huge amount of money by selling your ‘services’. I already have many contacts that are willing to spend large sums of money on such a perfect slut.”

My arousal began to overwhelm me as I slowly drifted out of consciousness, just catching Carl’s fading words; “The hormonal balance may need slightly changing…..”


I awoke, kneeling with my wrists and ankles locked in chains, I opened my eyes and realised I was at the foot of the bed I had been in after my transformation. I had to concentrate hard to realise I had been drifting in and out of consciousness over the past few days. I pieced together snippets of conversations I had half-heard in my dazed state, something about ensuring my hormonal balance was right, yes that was it. Once again I heard the door open and Carl approached me. He was wearing a suit and looked fantastic of course, as he got close he unzipped his pants and pulled out his large cock, it was thick and already semi-erect, I felt wetness between my legs as my body filled with arousal. However instead of drifting into unconsciousness, I became even more awake and alert, I guessed the hormonal balance was getting better. Without warning he pressed the fat, velvety head against my wanting lips and they parted as it slid into my mouth, I sucked the head of the cock greedily, hungrily, the taste of cock was like a sweet nectar to me that made me desperately aroused.

“Mmph, mmph,” I let out high pitched moans as I slurped on the head, thrusting my neck backwards and forwards causing the chains to rattle.

Carl let out a long moan as I continued sucking the head, putting pressure just underneath it. I sensed his enjoyment and it made me even more desperate to please him so I pressed my neck forwards and took his cock deeper into my mouth. His shaft was so thick I could feel the veins pressing against the side of my mouth. He responded and thrust his hips forward causing his cock to hit the back, instinctively I relaxed my throat and his meaty shaft slid down it as his saggy balls pressed against my chin.

“Mmph, armph, mmph!” I moaned like a whore as he began to slide his cock in and out of my wanting mouth, I looked up at him as he began to fuck my mouth, using me like a fucktoy. My new pussy began to drip its juices down my leg I was so aroused, this feeling turned me on even more, it was so much better than having a loser cock, I was created to service cock, it felt so right to me. I felt the cock begin to pulsate and increase in size as Carl’s manly groans got louder, I sucked even harder than ever, moaning and slurping as it moved in and out of me. He thrust hips forward one last time and it slid deep into my throat as he began to cum, the first shot hit the back of my throat hard and I nearly choked. I managed to swallow it quickly before the next spurt filled my mouth completely, his cum was only slightly salty but warm and absolutely delicious, the feel of the thick jizz sitting in my mouth sent me over the edge as my whole body started to shake within the chains. My orgasm was the most intense amazing thing I had ever experienced as I continued to swallow my masters’ cum, no sooner had I gulped down a mouthful was my mouth filled again with another tasty load, my body still shaking with almost overwhelming pleasure. My juices were now running down my legs as mine and Carl’s orgasm slowly subsided, little twangs of pleasure shook my body as I slowly sucked the length of his perfect penis, savouring and swallowing every last drop until he finally took it out of my mouth to my utter dismay. My eyes stared up at his, my mouth open, red lipstick smeared around my chin, saliva dripping from my lips desperate to please more cock.

“Perfect.” He said, smiling down at me.


Over the next few days I was fully conscious, released from the chains and had lots of time to stare at my body, appreciating all the new curves and features. I was aroused nearly all the time but I refrained from pleasuring myself for I knew my master wouldn’t be happy. There was a hatch at the bottom of the door where food would be passed through a couple of times per day, most likely infused with various chemicals and pills. For several hours per day the screen walls displayed images and videos of subservient sluts worshipping cocks which I would sit and stare at. There was a small door in the corner which lead to bathroom where I could relive myself (which felt very strange to begin with) and ensure that my makeup was perfect, I quickly learned how to apply mascara and small amounts of foundation/blusher. The truth was I didn’t need much makeup, I eventually settled on black mascara, a bit of dark eye shadow to make my eyes look inviting and sexy. I settled on a small amount of blusher and bright red/pink lipstick, It fitted my slutty look perfectly. On the fourth day the door opened and Carl came striding into the room.

“Hello my slut,” he said.

“Hello, master,” I had no idea how but my voice was high pitched and almost moany, it sounded like how a pornstar would talk during the interview before a scene, sexy and suggestive but with very subservient tones. I was sitting on the side of the bed and he was standing in front of me causing my to look up towards him, It felt right to be beneath my male master.

“I see your voice has developed nicely my little slut, I must tell you that you will never again worship my cock, I have your ex-wife to do that for me, it is time for you to start earning the money for this transformation, you are going to make me and Hannah very rich.”

I felt dismay at never being able to taste my masters’ cock again but excited at the prospect of starting to earn my way as a slut.

“For the first few weeks you will never leave this room, let’s call it a training period, after which I can start to earn some real money by renting you out. Just to be sure, you will do exactly as you are told by every person who enters this room without question; I know you won’t let me down.”

“I will never let you down master,” I responded, “I will be a good slut and do exactly as I am told.”

“Good girl.”

Carl left the room and a man entered straight away, I knelt at the edge of the bed and put on a submissive yet sexy pose and placed my hands behind my back, pushing out my perfect breasts. My heart skipped a beat as I recognised the man instantly; It was Tony, a friend from work!

“Wow,” he said, staring at my naked kneeling body, “I cannot believe what a good job Carl has done on you, I always knew there was something amiss.” I remained motionless, a tingling started in my crotch, seeing someone I used to be friends with ogle me like this was a real turn-on.

“Stand up and spin round, let me see your sexy body,” he demanded, I could sense his arousal and saw a bulge form in his jeans, I started to salivate. i rose to my feet elegantly and slowly turned around on my tiptoes, showing off my firm round ass whilst maintaining as much eye contact as possible.

“Dam, you are one sexy little slut,” he remarked.

Me and Tony used to spend most days together at the office and were good friends, having him talk to me like this was a huge turn-on. He grabbed my ass as I turned, my toned cheek squishing under his grip. After the full revolution he started to fondle my breasts and nipples, they grew erect enough to cut glass as a strong tingling of pleasure expanded from the nipple throughout my body.

“On your knees,” he ordered, “get ready to taste cock.”

I sank to my knees immediately, almost trembling with excitement as I pressed my hands against the bulge in his jeans, kissing the material. Desperate to taste him i unzipped his jeans and pulled both them and his boxer briefs down to his ankles causing his erect cock to bounce out and stand tall. His cock was a nice 7 inches and thick, cut with a proportionally fat head. I noticed a drop of precum dangling from his slit so I moved my tongue towards it, letting the cum soak onto my tongue. Kneeling at my old friend like this, looking like a sexy slut was an absolute dream come true, beyond my wildest fantasies about being as sexy as my wife. After letting the cum soak onto my tongue I slid my mouth around his fat head.

“Mmmmm,” Tony moaned.

I slowly moved my mouth back and forth over the head, sucking gently and feeling the velvety texture of the pink helmet. My crotch was wet and arousal started to overcome me, I wanted more of his cock inside my mouth. Going with the feeling I suddenly slammed his cock into the back of throat and began to suck him frantically, tony moaned loudly as I fulfilled my destiny; to suck cock like a whore. My neck moved back and forth and I moaned with pleasure releasing sounds akin muffled whimpering, the bulging shaft felt fantastic against my lips as they slid along the length. I pulled the cock out of my mouth with a pop and a few strings of saliva linked the head to my lips, I collected the spit in my hand and smothered it around the cock, now glistening.

I started to pump the slippery shaft with my manicured hands as I buried my face into his hairless balls, licking, slurping and sucking every inch of them. Tony’s moans faded out from my mind as I became completely focused on worshipping the balls for several more minutes. I felt tony grab my long blonde hair as he pulled my face from his balls and firmly pressed his member back into my mouth and held it deep into my throat. I felt his warm and now wet sack press against my chin as I gagged slightly before opening my hole further, this was quickly filled. He pulled out and I gasped for breath, letting out a high pitched moan of arousal, I truly sounded like a slutty pornstar choking on cock, it was amazing. Two hands now on the back of my head held it firmly in place as he began to fuck my mouth, faster and faster the cock filled me. His moans turned into loud grunts as he used my face as a fucktoy, I felt his cock start to bulge and I knew he was about to cum. My pussy dripped with juices as he let out a shout and exploded into my mouth, I swallowed his thick load hungrily as the second spurt missed my mouth and hit my face, I wrapped my lips around it once more and took the rest straight in, swallowing as quickly as possible.

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