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JR,

I look forward to reading your new TG story! Here is both
part's one and two of "Mind Power". If your ever looking for
a tg story in particular just drop me a line, if I happen to
have it I will get it out to you. I hope this one is
something you don't have. Take care.

Nora

                                Mind Power

                                  by Alan

Chapter 1 - The Curtain Rises

A covert government organization had been experimenting with mind
enhancement using drugs since the Second World War.  Initially their brief
was to find a way of enhancing an adults intelligence but, purely by
accident, they discovered a drug which gave the human mind the ability to
alter the mental and even physical state of others.   With practice, this
modern "magic" allowed people to rapidly change their physical appearance
and the physical appearance and even personality of others.

Most people gained at least limited ability while under the influence of
the drug but some showed significant ability and a small number actually
retained the ability after the drug wore off.  The scientists were trying
to identify the reason for individual differences but had already noted
that high pressure or emotionally charged situations heightened an
individuals abilities.

With so little known about the phenomena and so much at stake, volunteers
willing to place themselves in the hands of other imaginations were
understandably rare.  That was where we had come in.  In equally secluded
places, we were taken against our will.

Chapter 2 - The Players

Coming round I found myself lying on a bed in what appeared to be a rather
luxurious hotel room.  I rolled out of bed and examined my surroundings.
The bedroom was big, had a large wardrobe and two in suite bathrooms.
Through an archway I could see a lounge.  Movement caught my eye and I
realized I wasn't alone, there was a woman in the other side of the bed!
Waking she saw me, screamed and leapt out of bed.   Wrapping the blanket
around herself, she backed into a corner.  She was blonde, attractive and a
little over weight (she was naked so it was easy to see).  I realized that
I was as naked as she was and I quickly sat on the bed to hide my manhood
from her.

She must have noticed I was as alarmed and confused as she was and she
seemed to calm down.  We cautiously introduced ourselves (her name was
Maria) and established that we both knew nothing of where we were or why we
were here.  The one thing we did know was that clothing was the top
priority.  A search of the wardrobe and drawers showed our captors were
very single minded, all the clothing was distinctly sexy.  For men, tight
fitting trousers, shorts and T-shirts.  For woman, blouses, skirts and
dresses made of either leather, silk or satin and shoes with four inch
stiletto heels.  I selected shorts, sneakers and an almost see though white
T-shirt and Maria chose a fitted black leather skirt, which finished just
above the knees, a purple satin blouse and black patent pumps.  Overall
Maria's clothing was glossy and quite sexy, but I found myself wishing she
filled the outfit better.  I also missed the finishing touches of jewelry
and makeup.

An examination of our room showed it was actually a large prison cell,
there were no windows and the door was hinged and locked from the outside.
With little other choice, we settled down on opposite couches and talked to
pass the time.  Initially the conversation was dominated by our abduction
and what its purpose might be.   However after a couple of hours, we
started to relax and started to talk about ourselves.  About this time what
we took for a door bell rang and we discovered meals inside the door.
Although suspicious of the food we were both starving and since our captors
obviously wanted us alive for now, we ate.  As time passed a warmth started
to develop between us and eventually the conversation became quite
intimate.

The intimacy and sexy clothing was having its effect and I was getting
quite horny.   For some time I had been fantasizing how Maria would look
with some subtle enhancements.  Longer hair, fine delicate features, a slim
but very curvy figure, even jewelry and makeup.  Eventually my libido got
the better of me and I made noises about needing the toilet.  "Good idea"
was Maria's response and we both went.  Choosing which in suite to use was
easy, the collection of makeup, jewelry and bidet made it obvious which was
Maria's.  Once alone I set to on my real aim of relieving my frustration
while I fantasized about making love to the sultry woman I imagined Maria
could be.

Feeling far more relaxed, I checked myself in the mirror and was puzzled by
subtle changes in my appearance.  My hair was darker, I had substantially
more chest hair and my muscles were bigger and rippled noticeably when I
moved.

I was relaxing on the couch, still thinking about the stranger in the
bathroom mirror, when Maria returned.  I was stunned by her appearance.
She had changed at least as much as I had and, now that I thought about it,
she had been changing subtly while we had been talking.  Her curly hair
reached the bottom of her shoulder blades and she had a distinctly pretty
face and a playmate figure.  She sat down next to me this time and I asked
her if she had noticed the changes.  The response was a sexily spoken
"Yes.  Why? Don't you approve?".  Her acceptance made me look closer and I
realized she now wore ear rings and makeup, including bright scarlet
lipstick.  A glance at the hand playing with her hair revealed rings on her
fingers and several silver bracelets.  I felt a familiar and growing
hardness in my pants.

I found myself leaning over and kissing and caressing her gently.  I have
always loved the soft smooth feel of a woman's skin especially when it is
under a thin layer of leather or satin.  I ran my hands up her leather clad
thighs and over her satin blouse finishing with the ultimate feminine
softness, her ample breasts in their satin prison.  Her large hard nipples
felt wonderful under my fingers.  She was sliding her fingers up and down
the now obvious bulge in my shorts.  Continuing to talk as we caressed each
other the conversation gradually dwindled as passion took over and before
long all pretense was gone.  All to soon we were rolling round on the bed
naked.

As we drifted into satisfied sleep, Maria asked if I had ever wondered what
sex was like for a woman, I mumbled "Yeah curious but I'd have to be a
lesbian".

Chapter 3 - Strings Attached

The next morning I suggested we make love with the light off to enhance our
fantasies.   As I lay back feeling the last pulses of orgasm in my cock,
she got up to go to the shower and I watched her go captivated by the sheer
sexuality of her appearance and movement.  Following her move, I went to
the men's bathroom to wash off the night's sweat.  A glance in the mirror
stopped me in my tracks, the muscle man of yesterday was gone.  The chest
hair and muscles had totally disappeared and my hair was now rich brown and
shoulder length.  Looking closer the skin on my arms and legs was now
smooth, soft and hairless.  My face too, definitely mine, but ...  the word
'pretty' came to mind.  I now had a perfect soft and hairless complexion,
my eyes were somehow larger and lips fuller.  Even my bone structure was
finer, more delicate.  The implications were frightening and I turned and
ran through to Maria's bathroom.

She was startled by my sudden appearance, but her expression softened and
she started to caress me gently.  That gave me another shock, where I had
towered over her by a good 8 inches yesterday, I now looked her in the
eye.  Pointing out the changes in me, I asked how she hadn't noticed.  Far
from concerned, she explained that she had noticed but found me even sexier
now than she had last night.  Now she really could "lie back and fantasize
that a woman was making love to her".

Just as I started to wonder about a connection between the changes in us
and Maria's easy acceptance of them, my hormones took over.  All this time
she had been caressing me, rubbing her gorgeous breasts against me.  That,
combined with the vulnerability I now felt, left me more turned on than I
could ever remember.  My cock was erect, taut and pulsing between us and,
as her fingers encircled it, I lost all control.  She lead me to the bed
where, completely forgetting my concerns, I started to make slow passionate
love to her.  Dismissing her attentions, I placed her on her back with her
eyes closed and started caressing her body with only my hands and mouth.
Nibbling her neck and lips while my fingertips teased her nipples.  Then
moving my mouth very slowly down to her breasts, while very gently playing
with her pussy and clitoris.

This gentle teasing continued for a long time until, her passion rising to
it's fullest, she started to beg her imaginary lover, Michelle, to lick her
pussy.  Only then did I move down between her legs and start licking and
flicking her pussy with my tongue.  Her hips started to rock quietly, but
the movement slowly changed to bucking and then, screaming for more, she
came in a way that left me desperate for my own orgasm.

As the last twinges of her orgasm subsided, she rolled me over and
instructed me to lie still, eyes closed and with my arms and legs apart on
the bed.  As I obeyed her, I puzzled over the unfamiliar but pleasurable
prickles and tingles I had felt while I was making love to her and still
felt now.  They played all over my body and even deep inside it.

Maria started by nuzzling my neck while one hand played with my nipples.
The effect was immediate, conscious thought was swept away as my arousal
climbed to new heights.  Strange though, my arousal felt different.  I
marveled at the sensitivity of my neck as her warm breath and soft lips
kissed it gently and my nipples under her fingers were alive with sort of
intense sensations I associated with my cock.   As her tongue traced its
way down to my nipples and she started to lick and nibble them, I let out a
sigh of pleasure which sound wrong somehow to me.

Her hand started to slide down my stomach and as I felt it reach my pubic
hair, it struck me it should have touched my penis by now.  Suddenly I
realized I couldn't feel my penis at all and that the intense sexual heat I
was feeling seemed to be inside me.  There was also an unfamiliar warm
dampness between my legs.  At that moment her fingers reached down between
my spread legs and my breath was taken away by an intense, pleasure filled,
contraction in my crotch.  I let out a very feminine gasp at the unfamiliar
and incredible sensation.

The sound of my voice was the final straw, I pushed Maria off and sat up
feeling a foreign sensation of weight moving on my chest.  Looking down I
found I now had a substantial pair of breasts and looking between them I
realized my cock was gone.  In its place was a triangle of dark curls with
the lips of a pussy just visible.  My cry as I leapt off the bed was both
very feminine and sexy.  Running to the bedroom mirror I was acutely
conscious of the breasts swinging from my chest with each step I took.  The
mirror confirmed the horror of my situation.  I was now very much female,
in fact the body I saw could only have come from someone's over sexed
imagination.   I now had large round deep blue eyes, set in a beautiful and
delicate face with full and rosy lips.  My thick raven hair fell half way
down my back and wisps lay on a pair of large firm breasts with large, deep
red nipples.  My waist was slim and curved out to full, rounded hips and
long, sexy legs.

One hand holding my hair back from my face, I looked down in shock at my
new body.   Between my full and firm breasts, I could see a smooth flat
stomach leading down to a dark triangular mound of pubic hair and gorgeous
feminine thighs.  My free hand rose to caress the soft flesh of my
magnificent orbs and I felt the familiar sensation of large nipples
crinkling and hardening between my fingers only this time I could also feel
the hand! Even my hands had changed and were now fine and delicate with
long, well shaped nails.

Shocked but intensely curious I slid my other hand slowly and tantalizingly
down my stomach, I parted my shapely legs and my fingers slipped down into
the dark triangle of hair between my legs.  Instead of the familiar cock
and balls, they found a warm soft mound split by a soft sensitive pussy.
My clitoris tingled deliciously as my finger tips brushed over it.

I started as I felt Maria's breasts on my back.  Her hands reached round
and cupped my breasts, teasing my nipples erect.  After a moment one
slipped down and replaced mine playing with my pussy, the contact with my
clitoris sent shivers through me.   "Relax and enjoy it Michelle" she said
and, feeling something go in my head, I obeyed, watching in the mirror as
Maria's hands caressed me, marveling at the beautiful feeling of my
feminine arousal.  At some deeper level I was appalled, but for now was
powerless to resist the needs that drove my woman's body.  Reaching behind
me I slipped one hand between Maria's legs.

As Maria's fingers played with my clitoris, I lost all control and turning,
pulled Maria to the floor on top of me.  I tried to return her caresses but
Maria moved down to attend to my breasts and nipples, first licking them,
then suckling on them like a baby.  As Maria's fingers slipped into my
steaming sex, I let out an involuntary sigh and spread my legs wider than I
had thought possible to allow her easier access.  The completeness of my
transformation was driven home as I felt two of Maria's fingers slip gently
into my slick vagina.  The feeling of her fingers inside me and her palm's
pressure on my clitoris was wonderful.  High on the sensations flowing
through me I relaxed to enjoy what promises to be a unique experience.  Her
hand started to rotate gently, gradually getting faster and more forceful.
Changing position she slipped a third finger into my virgin hole and used
her thumb to massage my clitoris.  As her hand moved in and out of me I
thought how much better this felt than for man and heard my new sexy voice
say "Faster.  Oh YES faster!".  Soon her hand was pumping into my sex and a
glorious moan of feminine ecstasy escaped from my full lips as I neared
climax.

Maria suddenly stopped and went to the bathroom, frustrated I started
playing with myself.  Fingering my clitoris while playing with my breasts
with my free hand.   Initially only rolling my large nipples between my
thumb and forefinger but I became increasingly rough, alternating between
almost milking them and pulling hard on my nipples.  It should have been
painful but instead felt wonderful.  I even found my large breasts allowed
my sensitive woman's nipples to get close enough to my mouth for me to lick
and flick them with my tongue.  It seemed amazing to me that woman didn't
play with themselves all the time, wanking was nothing compared with this.

Maria came out of the bathroom wearing a large strap on dildo and the
instant I saw it I knew I wanted to find out what it would feel like inside
me.  Standing at my feet she watched me playing with myself as I stared at
the dildo.  Smiling, her eyes lingered on my exposed pussy, she knelt
between my legs and, just as I was about to beg to be fucked by the dildo,
the touch of her hot breath on my exposed clit silenced me.   Her tongue
traced a delicate trail around my aching pussy, stopping occasionally to
flick my clitoris or dip lightly into the entrance to my vagina.

I started playing with my breasts and nipples but the sensations Maria's
tongue's light, quick touch on my sensitive clit, combined with the warmth
of her breath captured my attention and I started to run my fingers through
her hair.

As close as I was to orgasm I couldn't seem to get there.  I couldn't get
the dildo out of my mind and was now desperate to feel something more than
fingers in my pussy, I wanted it filled.  I pulled Maria up, saying
"Please, I need to know what it feels like".

As she slid up my body she stayed low enough to brush her nipples along me,
"So you want me inside you do you.  You want my hard cock!".  The picture
in my mind of Maria standing wearing the dildo shimmered slightly and
suddenly she was still a woman but instead of a pussy, she had a real
dick.  As our breasts met and our nipples rubbed against each other, I felt
Maria's *cock* pressing at the entrance to my vagina.  Moving her breasts
very slightly she continued to rub our nipples together while using one
hand to rub her 'cock' around my proffered gash.  It didn't feel as harsh
or artificial as I had expected and I found I desperately wished it was a
real cock about to impale me.  Driven by my intense physical need, I
desperately raised my hips towards her and pulled Maria's bum down towards
me.  The sensation of the dildo slipping easily into my slick vagina was as
incredible as it was new.  The feeling of my pussy expanding to accommodate
it's firm length was the best I had ever experienced and I screamed "Oh
Yes, fill me!".  It was a totally feminine experience.

Maria raised herself on her arms and started to pump slowly in and out of
me and I raised my head wanting to see how sex looked from a female
perspective and got a major shock.  It wasn't a dildo inside me! Maria
really did have a cock and I could see it sliding in and out of my pussy.
Looking up I saw she was otherwise still female, her breasts swinging above
me, yet the hot shaft she was thrusting into me was totally male.   Looking
down again my arousal built as I watched the glistening shaft, lubricated
with my pussy's juices plunging in and out of me.  Maria's excitement
started to build and her thrusts became more urgent, faster and harder.
Losing control I lay back and started rock my hips, timing it so that her
groin slapped hard into my clitoris and her cock thrust further into my
vagina.  As my orgasm started I felt my vagina's muscles contract around
her cock, she stiffened and I felt her cock jerk again and again deep
inside me.  Lost in the ecstasy of my orgasm I distantly realized I had
seen a pair of hairy balls at the base of Maria's cock.  The thought that I
was a woman and she was depositing sperm at the very entrance to my womb
gave me a perverse thrill and my orgasm seemed to rise higher.  "I love
being a woman" I cried.

Chapter 4 - The Puppeteer Revealed

Maria collapsed exhausted on top of me as my orgasm subsided.  Initially I
just wanted to lie back and enjoy the warm after glow and feel Maria's cock
subside inside me, but then the enormity of what had been done to me hit
home.  Rolling Maria off me I felt her now semi limp cock slip out of me.
Getting to my knees I started to hit her yelling "What have you done to me!
How could you take such advantage of me!".   Maria sat up and grabbed my
wrists, easily pinning them at my sides.   Struggling uselessly I screamed
"Let go of me you ...  you ...   bastard!".

Realizing I was helpless my anger left me and I noticed Maria's muscles
rippled as she released her grip.  Looking down past my breasts at her
penis highlighted my situation and I suddenly felt lost and alone.  I
started to cry into my now delicate hands, breaking down in a way I had
never done before.  The feeling of my breasts pressing against my arms and
my loss of control over my emotions drove my new femininity home and my
sobbing became uncontrollable.  Sensing her presence only made things worse
Maria left me.

When I finally calmed down a little Maria returned and sat beside me.  We
hugged and she tried to console me.  She had showered and was dressed in a
pair of shorts and T-shirt.  After a minute or so she handed me a towel and
a pink silk dressing gown.  I used the towel to wipe up the come that had
leaked out of my pussy, then put on the dressing gown, tying it around my
waist.  I had to admit women's clothes were as beautiful to wear as they
were to look at.  The silk of my dressing gown felt wonderful against my
skin and the soft fabric highlighted the feminine curves of my breasts and
bum.

I became aware that I was a scantily dressed female and, under her shorts,
Maria had a cock and balls.  Becoming agitated I stood and started pacing,
trying to think the situation through.  It was difficult to concentrate, I
was conscious of my empty crotch and the foreign feeling of my heavy
breasts bouncing gently with each step.   We talked about what was
happening to us and I explained to her my suspicion that she was causing
most, if not all, of the changes.  After discussing it for a while, we
agreed Maria should consciously try to change me back.  I was dubious as to
how successful she would be.  The erect bulge in her shorts showed she had
not reversed her changes and was continuing to enjoy my female form.  She
had not stopped looking at my body, especially my breasts, the whole time
and I realized by walking up and down I had been flashing her glimpses of
my silken legs all the way to the top of my thighs.

Stopping to wrap the dressing gown better around me I was startled to feel
her hands on my arms.  As I pulled away she managed to run her hands down
and over my breasts.   Things were deteriorating fast and I suggested I
have a shower to remove the distraction.  As I moved to go she grabbed for
me, asking what my hurry was, and accidentally pulled the front of my
dressing gown open revealing my breasts and pussy.   The sudden unveiling
of my feminine glory stunned her enough for me to slip away.

The shower turned out to be a interesting experience.  I took the
opportunity to explore my new body, especially my full breasts.  Feeling my
new large nipples grow and harden and marveling at the way teasing them and
stroking my breasts aroused me.   Finishing, I stepped out and dried
myself.  The rough texture of the towel on my soft and sensitive skin,
especially my breasts and pussy, heightened my arousal.

Folding the towel, I placed it on the side of the bath and sat on it with
my legs apart.  Flicking my hair over my shoulders, I felt it stick wetly
half way down my back and then I liberally poured perfumed body lotion on
my breasts.  Closing my eyes, I started to massage the sweetly perfumed
lotion into my breasts.  Feeling the soft form of a woman's breasts had
always been exciting for me but now I got the added bonus of the sensations
my hands caused in my breasts.  I felt compelled to watch as my fingers
teased my nipples erect.  My nipples were now as broad as my delicate
fingers and half an inch long.  The surrounding areola were deep red and
covered in little bumps, similar to large goose bumps.  Teasing my nipples
gave me the nicest of little twinges in my pussy.  Sliding my oil covered
hands down my stomach, I ran them up and down the silky skin on the inside
of my thighs.  Teasing myself by just touching my clitoris as it peaked out
between my pussy's lips.

Hungry for more I slipped my fingers into my crack and gently rubbed my
clitoris.   Unable to wait any longer, I pulled the lips of my pussy apart
with my other hand and slipped a finger into my vagina, shivering at the
delightful sensations it produced.   The tight ribbed feel of a vagina's
entrance around my finger was one I had always loved as a man and it was
strangely erotic to think it was my vagina.  Lifting my hand to my nose I
smelt the musky scent of a woman's sex, my sex.

At that moment I was startled by a knock at the door, I stood up guiltily
and a familiar looking man came in.  He was as extreme an example of
manhood as I now was of womanhood and I was very conscious of the obvious
effect my naked female form was having on him, I started to feel very
frightened and vulnerable.  I wrapped myself in the towel and was about to
call Maria when I realized what was familiar about the man, he was Maria!

By covering my body I had broken it's spell on him and he threw the bundle
of clothes he was carrying on the floor at my feet and said "I am your
master and you will call me that.  You are my woman, your name is Kitten
and you have a very high sex drive".

His words carried a strange power and I felt a rush through my being as
softer feminine attitudes and feelings took over.  I was still conscious of
my previous masculinity and my memories were unaffected, but my new
femininity had total control.  I was very aroused and every movement only
added to it.  My fear abated but there was still a tightness in my chest,
breathless anticipation! As my master left, I picked up the clothes,
slipping into the black satin bikini bottoms, which fitted snugly to my
crotch in a way I wished they didn't.  Putting on the suspender belt, I
slid the fishnet stockings on over my silky legs and slipped my feet into
the black stilettos.  The shoes had long spiked heels and was very
surprised to find I could stand, and even walk in them.  It was like I had
worn stilettos for years.

My sex drive was definitely higher, every movement or brush of clothing
heightened the tingling arousal I felt and sex now dominated my thoughts.
Moving to the mirror I admired myself and started masturbating, fantasizing
about the effect my sexy looks would have on my master.  The impatient
voice of my master interrupted my thoughts.   Frightened by the violent
edge to his voice, I pulled on the skin tight, pink latex dress.  It had
long sleeves, was so short it barely concealed my pussy and had a hole in
the front which revealed all of my substantial cleavage.  Reaching behind
me to zip it up felt strange.  It was very tight, revealing every curve of
my bum and even hinting at the presence of my pussy.  I found I could not
zip it up past my lower back and I left that for later.

Looking in the mirror the shiny dress made me look tarty.  With skill I
should not have had I applied some make up.  Including pink eye shadow and
pink lipstick.   Next I put silver bracelets on each wrist, dainty rings
onto the fingers of both hands and slipped large hoop ear rings into my
ears, which I was sure weren't pierced before I'd dressed.  Finally, my
bracelets tinkling with every movement, I sprayed perfume to my neck and
wrists, and, unable to stop myself, even my panties.  Looking at myself in
the mirror, I realized my appearance was now more sluttish than tarty.   I
looked like a walking advert for sex and somewhere deep inside my masculine
side struggled in a vain attempt to make me tone my appearance down.
Instead the thought of the effect I would have on men only added to my
arousal.  Looking at myself in the mirror I started to run my hands over my
latex clad body, pushing the rubber into my crotch as I rubbed my clit.  I
was no longer in control of myself.

Calling my master in, I trembled with both fear and excitement as I thought
of his powerful effect on me and what I imagined it would lead to.  There
was a marked increase in the moist warmth inside my satin panties.  He came
in and whistled, sending a shiver of delight through me.  As he slowly
zipped up the dress, I felt its tightening clasp on my body, especially my
breasts, and my breath became shallow at the arousing and enslaving
sensation of the dress closing tight about me from bum to throat.   The
knowledge that I need help to put on or take off this one piece skin, made
me feel trapped and I was surprised how much that turned me on.

Desperate for release I moved coyly but provocatively towards my master but
didn't dare touch him without his permission.  Suddenly he spoke "Finish up
and come out to the lounge", then he turned and left.  Quickly I tugged the
dress's hem down and smoothed away any creases, relishing the feel of my
hands on my incredible body and the latex under my fingers.  Adjusting my
breasts to show even more of my cleavage and the edge of my nipples, I
turned to leave.  My fear of my master only added to my growing excitement
and I could see my nipples pressing into the fabric of the dress.   I
walked across to the lounge.  Catching my reflection in the mirror, I was
startled by the sexy walk I now had.  The provocative sway of my hips was
accentuated by my high heels.

My master was sitting in the lounge wearing only a pouch, which totally
failed to hold his growing erection.  The sight of it should have revolted
me, but instead my new femininity responded and I felt an increase in the
moist heat between my legs.  My nipples were now very hard and obvious
through my dress.

"Don't worry, I want to find out what sex is like for a man but I will
change you back afterwards".  A piece of me screamed as I replied "Please
don't, I'm so happy now".  Standing he unzipped my dress and instructed me
to remove it.   I stepped away from him and slipped it to my waist, I
noticed that my breasts felt very full and hard.  As I bent to push the
dress completely off, I was conscious of their weight hanging from my chest
and their shape as they swung forward.   Straightening, I watched
captivated as they settled naturally on my chest.

Looking up I realized he had removed his pouch before he sat back down.
"First I think we should start with an act of abasement.  Crawl over here
and kneel in front of me".  I obeyed, acutely conscious of my large breasts
swaying as I moved.  Stopping in front of him, I found myself unable to
remove my eyes from the large cock in front of me.  Gripping me by the
hair, he pulled my head towards him and as his penis touched my lips I was
surprised that my only thought was of how hard and warm it was.  Unable to
stop myself I started sucking it and used my hand to gently wank him as I
moved up and down its length.  Hornier than I had ever been I slipped my
free hand down to play with my clitoris.  I found my womanhood was so wet
my fingers slipped easily between my pussy's lips causing glorious
sensations.   The absolute femininity of my situation overcame me and I
pushed his cock down my throat.  Desperate for release I started pumping my
hand faster and faster in and out of my pussy.  Just as I felt the
beginnings of my orgasm, I was interrupted as his cock suddenly stiffened.
Somewhere deep inside me I found the will to pull away as its load spurted
over my chest.

As it ran down my chest I couldn't help lifting my hands and gently rubbing
his silky come into my magnificent orbs and swirling my slick fingers
around my nipples.  The musky smell of my womanhood, mixed with his come,
drifted around me.  I didn't notice him rise and go to the bedroom, nor did
hear him return and was surprised as he grabbed my wrists and pinned them
behind me.  I tried to resist, but I was a woman and his strength and size
was such, that he was able to hold both my delicate wrists with one hand
while he buckled a leather sheath around my forearms, pinning them behind
me.   Helpless, he dragged me to the lounge table and threw me over it.

My breasts, still slick with come, slid easily across the glass.  He
removed my now saturated panties and tied me down with rope, so that my
thighs were anchored apart and my glistening pussy was fully exposed to his
gaze.  The feeling of being at his mercy, combined with the picture in my
head of pictures I had seen of women in similar positions and I felt a warm
trickle run down the inside of my thigh.  He rubbed his cock against my
proffered gash and I looked back at him with pleading eyes, but found I was
unable to resist this final act of dominance over me and in fact found I
didn't want to.  As he pushed his cock slowly into my pussy, I moaned with
ecstasy and cried out.   The feeling of his hot flesh forcing my tight hole
wide and my vagina gradually stretching, as he pushed his enormous cock
fully into me, was wonderful.

Gripping me by the hips, he started slowly pumping in and out of my pussy
gradually building pace.  My helplessness combined with the feeling of his
cock moving inside my vagina was so new and incredible I started
whimpering.  My breathing became short and ragged as I wallowed in the
total femininity of my situation, then he stiffened and his cock jerked
again and again as he came deep inside me.  The knowledge that he was
depositing his sperm at the very entrance of my womb finished me and my own
orgasm hit me.   Wave after wave flowed through me as I felt my vagina
contract on his cock like it was wringing it dry.  My vision darkened and I
actually passed out with the intensity of it all.

Chapter 5 - The End???

Coming round I found myself lying on the bed.  With relief I noted I had my
masculine mental outlook back and hope blossomed.  Lifting my head, my hope
died as I saw how the front of the toweling robe I now wore, molded itself
around the twin mounds of my breasts.  I also noted the smooth, empty
outline of my crotch.

Sitting up I saw a exhausted looking Maria sitting in the bedroom chair.
As my feet touched the floor, I realized I was also still wearing the fish
nets and stilettos.   Walking over to her, my breasts moved gently, rubbing
my nipples enticingly against the coarse fabric.  It was a strong reminder
that I was still a woman.

"I'm sorry" she said "I changed myself back and removed your mental
changes, but I can't bring myself to change your physical form.".  The
answer both alarmed and puzzled me, "What do you mean you CANT change me
back!?!".

"You haven't realized yet have you." she replied, "You have just had sex
twice with a man, you may be pregnant!".  Alarm changed to horror as she
continued, "I don't believe in abortion and can't risk changing you back
until I know your not pregnant".  Remembering the feeling of her, or was it
his, cock jerking as he came deep in my vagina I looked down at my stomach
and seemed to feel an impregnated egg setting into the wall of my womb.  I
was quiet for a moment caught in the wonder of this body that could nurture
new life within it.  Snapping out of it I started to plead, "Please Maria,
I beg you.  Change me back.  I am mentally male, and can't go through life
as a woman let alone as a mother".  She silently shrugged her shoulders and
I started to become hysterical.  I even begged her to make me mentally
female so I could at least be happy with my life.

At that moment two masked men entered and, while one held me, the other
injected me with something and then picked up Maria and left with her.  As
the drug took hold I lost control of my limbs, and the man lowered the
gorgeous woman in his arms onto the bed.   I heard the second man return
and saw him stop in front of me.  Unable to move I could hear, feel and
even see but my eyes were frozen, staring straight at the second man.

The first man said "Right, lets get her changed back and wiped.", but the
new man stopped him.  "Hang on, you heard her beg to become mentally
female.   With the problems we've had with subjects recovering their
memory, why not grant her wish.  Looking like that I doubt anyone would
take her seriously on any subject apart from sex.  Anyway make her mentally
female and she'll find a man, have a child and won't want to change back.".

I wanted to scream, "I didn't mean it, I can abort any pregnancy and I
don't want a man, I want to be a man!", but of course I couldn't make a
sound.

"I see your point" he said, "but what if someone does listen, you know we
don't have the time to allow a new feminine psyche to take hold and
dominate.".   The new man thought for a moment, "No problem, substantially
enhance her sex drive and make physical contact with a man cause her
feminine side to dominate.  Each time the feminine dominates it will gain
strength, slowly eliminating her masculinity.   Before you know it she will
have a completely female personality".

As hope faded, I frantically tried to think of a way out.  Being female was
not one of my aims in life.

The first man's voice interrupted my thoughts.  "Sounds good.  We could
even key knowledge on her job and personal care to the feminine psyche and
she would be forced to allow the feminine to dominate in order to be
accepted.".

"Nice touch.  We're agreed then.  But first a little something of my
invention." The man reached down and I felt my robe being opened and pushed
aside to reveal my full feminine glory.  "Impressive work isn't she" he
said to the first man, who simply nodded and stared.  The humiliation of
being treated like a sex toy was swept aside as I felt a tingling sensation
in my breasts.  The first man said "Your so predictable.  They were already
big for her size.  You, and now she, have both got a real problem.".

They agreed my libido should be first, the new man concentrated briefly and
this time I felt a surge in my pussy and nipples, with a smaller wash of
sensation through my breasts and various other parts of my body.  It all
finished with a spread warmth between my legs.

The new man picked up my small hand in his, "Now the physical contact".   I
didn't feel anything, but I noticed that both men were quite attractive and
started to fantasize about them taking advantage of my helpless form.
Feeling my nipples and breasts harden, there was a marked increase in the
sexual heat in my belly.   As the new man let go of my hand, my disgusted
masculinity managed to regain control.  My concern for my future grew.  At
that moment I felt a presence in my mind and I suddenly wondered why I had
felt angry, then, as my vision darkened, I wondered where I was.  The
questions stopped as I fell into a deep sleep.

Mind Power 2 - A Puppets Life - by Alan

Chapter 1 - A New Role

When I woke I was in a bed and wasn't being threatened. That surprised me. My
last memory was of walking out of work and down the alley to where my car was
parked. I had felt a sharp sting on neck, closely followed by blackness.
My next thought was "Where am I and how did I get here". I could just make out
a pink leather skirt and jacket hanging from the wardrobe door, and guessed I
was in a woman's bedroom and, judging by the leather suit, a woman I looked
forward to meeting.
That was enough to start my imagination fantasizing about the woman who would
wear such sexy clothes and I felt myself getting turned on. Strange though, my
arousal felt different, more internal, and this strange sensation in the pit
of my stomach. Not like having an upset stomach, somehow more complete and
permanent. I could quite put my finger on what was wrong.
I slid my elbows up to prop myself up on them. They slid smoothly, like the
sheets were satin, but my hands insisted the sheets were cotton. Puzzled, I
looked down. The top sheet was down around my waist and sure enough the sheets
were cotton, I had felt the satin of the night shirt I was wearing. I looked
back at the room and then suddenly what I had seen when I looked down hit me.
The satin night shirt was a woman's style and bright pink, but the real shock
was the way it hugged the two round and distinctly feminine mounds on my
chest. Letting a high pitched and distinctly feminine scream, I sat bolt
upright and my hands flew to my chest. They should have felt muscles and small
nipples, instead they found a pair of large firm breasts, with large prominent
nipples. As I looked down, long dark hair fell about my face and I shifted my
hands to touch it. That was when I noticed that my hands were now small and
delicate, with long, well shaped, pink, nails.
At that moment a young girl in a revealing silk nightie burst in the room and
turned the light on. I looked up, and she said "Michelle, is everything all
right". At first I could only stare, she was breath taking. About 20, a bit on
the short side, long brunette hair, a beautiful face and curves in all the
right places, I felt a shiver of arousal slip through my body causing more
foreign sensations in my crotch.

Just as I decided to check on these strange sensations the girl spoke again.
"Michelle! What is it". She was looking straight at me as she said it yet she
called me "Michelle". That together with the obvious femininity of what I had
seen of my body made me wonder whether the woman's the suit and bedroom were
for me. The girl's presence was suddenly annoying, I realised I needed time to
figure this all out.

Using both hands, I flicked my hair back over my head. The feeling of all that
hair brushing against my satin clad shoulders and back, sent a shiver of
arousal to my crotch. "It's OK, I just had a nightmare, I'll be all right" I
said in a very feminine voice. The girl groaned, turned to leave and in a
tired voice said "Well get some sleep. I don't want you piking out tonight!".
I hardly heard her, I was still stunned by my voice. It was now at least an
octave higher, distinctly feminine, and very sexy. Involuntarily, I moved one
hand up to feel my throat and hit my one of my breasts on the way, I wasn't
used to the way they jutted out from my chest. The feel of the soft fleshly
mound under the slinky material, provoked more unfamiliar sensations in my
crotch. The girl had left the light on and my hands pushed the sheet away. My
crossed legs were hairless and, as one hand ran up my calf, I noticed how
smooth and soft my skin felt.

Pulling the front of my night shirt up under my breasts, I was distracted by
the feel of their soft warmth resting on my forearm. Looking down over them I
let out an involuntary gasp. For some reason I had still expected to see a
familiar cock and balls between my legs, but instead those smooth thighs led
to a mound of public hair which curved out of sight under me. Trying to deny
the obvious, I slid my hand slowly up the sensitive inside of my silken thigh
and, as it reached the top, I felt a pleasurable contraction in my pelvis and
an increase in the already distinct warmth in my crotch.

As my fingers cupped my crotch, I felt a crack running down my smooth mound
and I pressed my finger into it. My probing finger slipped easily past my
surprisingly wet pussy's lips, through into the very entrance of the vagina I
should not have had. The worst was confirmed, my transformation into
femininity was total. My body was now completely female and my arousal had
caused it to ready itself for sex with a man. Shocked by the thought I pulled
my hand away sharply and tried to think. I knew that I had passed out as a man
and woken up as a woman named Michelle, but how had it happened and where was
I? There were no answers in the bedroom, so I climbed out of bed. Sliding my
bum across the sheets highlighted the new equipment between my legs in a stark
yet sensual way.
I left the room and tip-toed down the hall to the lounge, all the way acutely
conscious of the weight of my breasts and the way they moved under my satin
nightie as I walked. Looking out the window I was disappointed to see nothing
more than the houses immediately around. Turning I started to look around the
house.
In the hall a guy, about 25, stepped out of a door and bumped into me,
knocking me over. Apologizing profusely he helped "Michelle" to her feet. The
physical contact with a man had a disturbing effect. Mentally I became
'Michelle', feminine attitudes and feelings taking over to the point where,
noticing the guy was well built and totally naked, I started to feel very
horny. Asking if I was all right, he placed his hands on my upper arms and I
felt a feminine rush that left me with no self control at all.
I put a hand on his waist, pretending to steady myself, wet my full lips and
looked up into his face. Following his gaze downwards, I realized the top of
my night shirt was undone revealing my substantial and unfettered cleavage. I
also noticed that his cock was growing and becoming erect. I found myself
imagining his erection brushing against my sensitive inner thigh on its way to
my hot pussy.
Lifting one leg and pretending to check my ankle, I 'accidentally' lost my
balance and collapsed against him. He caught me neatly in his arms and held me
against his body to steady me. My satin clad breasts rubbed sensuously against
him, and reality improved on fantasy, as his half erect cock slid neatly
between my legs. Trying to rise to full erection it rubbed teasingly between
my legs. Disgusted, my male side fought to regain control and I managed a
quick "Thanks, I'm fine" and started pulled away from the contact. As his cock
slid out from between my legs it rubbed against my pussy's lips and it took
everything I had to stop myself sliding back down it to him and continuing
that delicious sensation.
As I moved back to my room, I regained control and relaxed a little. I felt
naked, knowing that the split sides of my night shirt revealed top of my full
hips and I wasn't sure its tail hid my bare pussy. Even if it did, I knew the
guy behind me would still be fantasizing about slipping his cock into my hot
haven, while his hands reached round and massaged my breasts. Realizing I was
the one fantasizing, I pushed the feminine thoughts away.
Closing my bedroom door and leaning on it, I made a mental note to avoid
physical contact with men while I was a woman. The complete take over by the
needs of my woman's body had been frightening and I was not certain I would be
able to fight if there was a next time. After all I had slipped back into
femininity just thinking about physical contact with a man.

I needed some modest clothing if I was to contain the needs that drove my new
body. Starting with the drawers, I opened the top one and stopped short.
Towards the back was a vibrator, it was the biggest I had ever seen. Ten
inches long and at least two across. Instinctively I reached out and picked up
the vibrator. It looked even larger in my small delicate hand. The thought of
it's purpose, sent ripples of pleasure through me. Without thinking, I turned
it on and pressed it's tip against my clitoris, causing a surge of arousal
that pushed me over the edge.
Feeling a strangely familiar softening of my mental outlook, I found myself
pulling my night shirt over my head and lay down on the bed. I started by
running the tip of the vibrator around my nipples. It caused the soft feminine
mounds under them to quiver and I watched captivated as they enlarged,
becoming erect and firm. Next I spread my legs wide and applied it to my
clitoris, moaning with ecstasy as I rubbed it up and down the soft pink lips
which peaked through my hot wet pussy.
Lost in my new sexuality, I licked the tips of my delicate fingers, admiring
their scarlet painted nails. Still without conscious thought, my moistened
fingers swirled gently around my large nipples, the long nails just catching
the nipples tips. Then, my curiosity getting the better of me, I slid my hand
down my smooth flat stomach to the mound of dark hair at my crotch. Gently
parting my pussy's lips and revealing the moist silky skin of my sex's
entrance, I ran the vibrator over the sensitive folds of my clitoris and pussy
lips. A gasp of pleasure escaped my full lips, the inner pressure of my
arousal increased. Running a finger teasingly around my entrance, I marveled
at the intensity of my arousal and at the softness and sensitivity of my new
sex.
Unable to contain myself any longer, I slowly and gently pushed the vibrator
into my vagina. The feeling of my vagina being forced to expand to accept such
a large vibrator, accentuated my femininity and I couldn't help moaning with
desire. As my insides adjusted to it size, I started to pump it slowly in and
out, while using my other hand to play with my clitoris. It felt better than I
ever imagined and the pace of both hands rapidly increased. Even the soft,
silky feel of my clit on my finger tip was adding to my arousal. As I built up
the tempo I had my first female orgasm. It was stunning! It spread further
through my woman's body than any orgasm had as a man and it last much longer.
Afterwards there was a warmth and continued arousal that suggested a readiness
for more. As this slowly subsided my masculinity managed to reassert itself
but I still found myself thinking that being a woman might actually be a very
interesting experience, for a short time. while it lasted. Feeling very
satisfied, I drifted of to sleep.

Chapter 2 - Playing Along

I was startled awake by a bang on my door. "Shower time" a female voice
called. I had been dreaming of the guy in the hall making love to me.
Disgusted, I forced the feminine feelings back and started to worry what
another night in this body could mean. For now I had no option, I put on the
pink satin night shirt and picked up a towel. Remembering my hallway encounter
with the guy, I also put on a toweling bath robe I found on the floor by the
bed and was very relieved when I found the bathroom at my first try. Locking
the door and dropping my robe to the floor I used the toilet. Finishing, I
wiped my fanny as I'd seen woman do. The slinky feeling of my satin clad arm
rubbing against my breast, combined with the toilet paper brushing my fanny,
aroused me and I started to wonder whether all woman were this easily aroused
or whether the changes in me were more than just on the surface.
Slipping my night shirt over my head, I caught sight of my body in the mirror
and stopped stunned. If I had thought the other girl sexy, then I was a show
stopper. The woman in the mirror had captivating green eyes, surrounded by a
fine delicate face with full rosy lips. My long hair was redish brown and fell
well down my back. My breasts were even more impressive when seen in the
mirror. Full, firm and so big they seemed out of proportion with my body.
Judging by my encounter with the guy in the hall, I wasn't much over five feet
tall, but my legs looked long and perfectly shaped. I had always regarded a
woman with a body like the one I now had, as having been designed for one
purpose only. To satisfy men's needs. The mere thought repelled me, but last
nights encounter had shown me, if I remained female, I could easily end up
that way.

As arousing as washing my sensitive and sensual body was, the fear of being
permanently female gave me the strength to not lose myself to my arousal.
Turning the shower off I wrapped my wet hair in the towel and put on the
toweling robe. Picking up the night shirt I returned to my room. Even walking
back was a turn on, my breasts moved with every step, rubbing my nipples
against the rough surface of the robe.
Wondering how I should style this amazing head of hair I now had, I was
relieved when, meeting the girl in the hallway, she offered to help me with
it. As I settled in front of the dresser mirror. She removed the towel and
started to dry and style my hair. I managed to keep her talking throughout and
got some useful information. We lived in Auckland, I worked as a personal
assistant for a lawyer, the girl's name was Sarah, the guy's name was Andrew,
the leather suit was for work today and Sarah thought it should be worn with
white stockings "this time". Finishing, Sarah looked at her watch, "We'd
better move or we'll be late Don't forget I leave soon if you want a lift".
I must admit I was stunned, my hair was gorgeous. It was glossy, very full
bodied and Sarah had brushed my long fringe back and to the side, just clear
of my right eye. It was a style I had always thought attractive, even sexy, on
a woman, but now it was my hair style and I found it annoying to have to keep
pushing it back from my eyes.
Not really having any other choice, I started to dress. The suit was light
pink, so I looked for white underwear. All the underwear was satin or lace,
not liking lace I selected a plain satin bra and bikini briefs, a pair of
silky sheer stockings and a satin garter belt. The underwear felt and looked
very sexy. Running my hands over my breasts in their satin cups, I felt my
nipples harden under my fingers. Turning slowly I studied my body's ample
curves and, looking over my shoulder, watched as I slid my hands over my satin
clad butt. I admired the way my slim waist accentuated my bum. Mentally male I
found my mirror image a real turn on.
Stepping into the leather skirt, I pulled it up and zipped it at the back. It
was straight and ended at the knee, slightly restricting the steps I could
take. Wearing a skirt was a unique sensation. The restricted leg movement was
only part of it, the feel of my naked thighs rubbing on the silk lining of
this leather sheath, made it a uniquely feminine experience. The jacket had
leg-of-mutton sleeves, a pinched waist and flared over my hips, it accentuated
my large bust and small waist. It buttoned at the waist, so many movements
revealed my cleavage and even my breasts in the shiny white bra. The feeling
of the silk lining of the suit on my skin was wonderful, and I noticed an
increase in the warmth between my legs. Since waking up as a woman the
smallest sensations seemed to make me horny.
It took a conscious effort to continue dressing, I found a pair of pink strap
on stilettos which matched the suit and put them on. Wrapping the heel strap
around my slender ankle and tying it in a bow was a really strange feeling. I
was surprised to find I could stand let alone walk on their four inch heels.
My image in the mirror was breathtaking and watching myself move around, I
became very aroused. The woman in the mirror was glossy, pink and built!
There was something missing though. Then I realised that I didn't have the
jewelry and made up I so loved on my girlfriends. Strange as it was I had
always been very conscious on my appearance and felt I had to do something
about it. Yet I knew nothing about applying makeup, how I would be able to it
on without looking like a clown? The answer scared me but I saw little choice.
Thinking back to last night I pictured Andrew, naked in the hall, and felt my
feminine side emerge. Opening my makeup drawer I expertly applied foundation,
only a little was needed on my flawless skin. Highlighting my cheek bones with
blusher, I thought about my eye's. Very carefully I applied pink eye shadow,
black eye liner and black mascara. The effect of the mascara on my eye lashes
was most noticeable, I had to admit my full round eyes were very attractive.
Pink lipstick was the finishing touch. Next I slipped several silver bracelets
on each wrist and rings on the fingers of each hand. Selecting large dangling
ear rings with pink velvet bows on them I slipped them into my pierced ears.
Finally I sprayed perfume on my neck, wrists and sliding up my skirt, my
panties. Sliding the skirt back down, I smoothed my clothes and adjusted my
hair. Finally I slipped the lipstick, mascara and perfume into a pink patent
purse which matched my suit.
Just as I decided to assert my masculinity, I heard Andrew's name called out
in my new feminine voice. It was like the woman in me had planned it. Just as
I thought I had control, Andrew came in with a towel around him. Seeing him
the feelings returned and, purse under one arm, I walked sexily over to him.
As I passed him, I ran my hand down his arm, "You'll be there tonight won't
you. It wouldn't be the same without you". Noting the lump developing in
Andrew's towel, I reveled in the feeling of power over him and my hips swayed
provocatively as I walked down the hall away from him.
Finally regaining control, I walked out to the car, but was disturbed to note
that, instead of my feminine clothing feeling foreign, I found it comfortable
and even exciting. The short steps and sexy walk (forced by the tight skirt
and high heels), the loud click of my heels on the concrete, the weight of my
ear rings and their gentle brush on my neck as I walked. Best of all the
knowledge of how much preparation had gone into giving me this sexy
appearance. It all made me horny and I realized that spending time as
'Michelle' had chipped away at my masculine side. My time as woman had to end
soon or it might never end.
On the way to work Sarah revealed nothing to tell me how I was to get out of
this situation, but did say that the three of us plus three others were going
night clubbing after work that night. I could only hope these new three might
reveal something of my situation.
Once at work a new problem presented itself. I knew nothing about the job,
after loosing several phone calls I realized 'Michelle' was going to have to
help. With much apprehension, I tried to give my femininity only enough
control to allow me to do the job and discovered with relief, that although it
demand full concentration, I could maintain a level of control. My boss was in
meetings all day, leaving me alone in the office, so I should be able maintain
the mix.
Around 4pm my boss returned unexpectedly, needing the document I was typing
for his next meeting. I was disturbed to notice my feminine side was
appraising my boss's appearance and, worse, found him attractive. My control
was becoming shaky and I didn't like the way my boss was looking me over.
I finished printing the document and reached for it, as I did my leather
jacket fell open revealing my breasts to my boss. As I stood to hand over the
printout, my boss slipped round the desk and, pretending to take the document,
held my hand. The effect was immediate. Feminine attitudes and feelings filled
me and I smiled sexily. Leaving my delicate hand in his, I licked my full
lips. He lent forward and, muttering something about my being invaluable,
moved to kiss my cheek. I turned my head and instead our lips met. The effect
was electric, a sexual surge swept through me and I moved into him. His lips
moved down to nuzzle my neck as his hands grabbed my leather clad bum,
pressing me into him so that my breasts and pussy crushed sweetly against his
body. Feeling his hard cock pressing into me, I moved my hand and rubbed it up
and down its hard form.
Suddenly he swore, "Shit, I've got to go. Let's pick it up tomorrow Michelle."
As he reluctantly pulled away I undid my jacket and slipped it off. That
stopped him! Unhooking my bra, I let it slide to the floor. My breasts swung
free and, captivated, he ran his hands over them causing erotic tingles
through my chest. As I reached behind me for my skirt's zip, he shook his head
and, grabbing the document, he left. Once my boss was gone I regained enough
control to feel extremely conscious that I was a topless woman in a semi
public place. Grabbing my jacket I put it back on, forgetting my bra in my
rush. Even though my masculinity was supposedly in control, I caught myself
fantasizing about "tomorrow" with my boss and getting very horny.

Chapter 3 - The Play Gets Serious

Just then Sarah arrived, she was dressed in a skin tight black velvet mini
dress and high heeled patent leather stilettos. Part of me was disturbed that
her sexy appearance was only of passing interest to me.
We walked to a near by bar, attracting far more attention than I would have
liked, but what could I expect. We were two beautiful, sexily dressed woman
and the click of our stiletto heels on the pavement announced our presence to
all. Becoming self conscious, I noticed the exaggerated movement of my breasts
under my jacket and realized I had forgotten my bra. Without thinking, I
suggesting to Sarah that I go back for it. Jumping to the obvious conclusion
she laughed, "You and your boss been workin' hard have ya". I felt a heat in
my cheeks as I blushed like a teenager and, a little too sharply replied "of
course not I was ...". Interrupting me, Sarah finished "practising breast
stoke! Hey don't worry about me and Andrew will love it". Trying to suppress
my excitement at the thought, I ignored the comment. Looking at me sideways,
Sarah made it more difficult, "He does have a nice bod doesn't he.". Grinning
at my discomfort, we continued on in silence.
Relieved to be away from the trials of work, my first two glasses of wine
disappeared in quick fashion. The others arrived and my discomfort increased
as Andrew sat down next to me. I had to concentrate hard to keep my attention
on listening for any hint that one of these people knew of my change of sex.
My task was made harder by the amount of interest the males in our group paid
to me. Feeling strangely flattered by all the attention, I discovered that a
plus of being a beautiful female around randy males, was that free drinks kept
appearing in front of me.
Around 10pm we decided to move on to the night club. Standing I noted I was
now a little drunk and I wobbled on my stiletto heels for a moment. Andrew,
who had been showing an uncomfortable amount of interest in me all evening,
reached out to steady me and attempting to avoid his touch, I wobbled even
worse. Overcorrecting, I stumbled into him and he slipped his arm around me,
sending shivers of arousal through me. Realizing my mistake, I fought to stop
my rising feminine urges. It was a useless attempt, the alcohol had reduced my
will power. My last masculine thought was that, sobriety better not be far
away or there might be no masculinity left.
Wondering why I would want masculine urges, I slipped my arm around Andrew and
reveled in his masculine strength, even inhaling his masculine scent. Men were
essential to have around but I didn't want to be one. Andrew's closeness
caused me to become very aroused and we walked all the way to the club with
our arms around each other.

Chapter 4 - The Final Act

It turned out to be a fetish club, full of people more revealingly dressed
than even Sarah and I were. Excusing myself I went to the toilet. Deep down a
corner of me was scared when my femininity remained in control even separated
from Andrew. I slid up my skirt, pulled down my panties and relieved myself.
Wiping my fanny, I couldn't help playing with my clitoris and fantasizing it
was Andrew's fingers on me. I quickly had a small but satisfying orgasm. That
hidden part of me winced, when instead of pulling up my panties, I put them in
my purse. Smoothing my skirt into place and adjusting my jacket, I admired my
leather clad image in the mirror, smiling sexily at the sensation of being
naked underneath.
Touching up my lipstick, I rejoined the group. Knowing my pussy and arse were
naked beneath my skirt, in front of all those people, made me extremely horny.
Squeezing in next to Andrew, he put his arm around me again and ran his hand
over the leather. As I leaned into him, helpless to stop myself, he whispered
into my ear how sexy he found the feel of leather. His warm breath, caused a
rush to my naked pussy. I was so aroused my naked pussy's lips poked through
my mound and rubbed on the silk lining of my skirt. Finishing my drink, I
realized I was now quite drunk and, as two of our party returned from the
dance floor with new partners, I was forced, willingly, to sit in a dark
corner on Andrew's lap. I could clearly feel his erection against my leg,
making me feel even hornier. He had one arm around my small waist, holding me
firmly, and the other slid across my lap and into my jacket.
Still taking part in the conversation around us, he started to play with my
breasts and nipples. My breasts and nipples seemed super sensitive and it even
felt like my breast were swelling as he played with them. I found myself
wanting more. I was to horny to care that others might notice what we were
doing and I gently removed his hand from my jacket and placed it under the hem
of my skirt. As he slid it up my thigh, I felt my breathing quicken and buried
my face in his neck to hide my glazed expression at the pleasure I felt.
Touching my naked fanny, he muttered "You horny little cow" and started to
massage my wet clitoris. As he slipped a finger into my aching vagina, I
couldn't help moving my hips to increase his access. Without stopping his
actions up my skirt, he whispered that he knew the owner and there was
somewhere we could go. Helpless to resist, even if I had wanted to, I stood
and my hand in his, followed him to a back room with a bed in it.
Once alone, he stripped quickly and I undid my jacket. Turning, he slipped my
jacket off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Running his hands over
the soft skin of my arms and shoulders he slipped them down on to me breasts
massaging them gently. Sitting down on the bed, he started to lick and suck on
my large nipples, while his hands unzipped my skirt and slid it to the floor.
Standing, he rubbed his cock in and out between my thighs which were now slick
with my own juices. The contact of his cock on my swollen pussy's lips was
exquisite. Desperately I parted my legs and tried to slip his cock into my
vagina with my hand but, even in my high heels, I was to short and only
managed to increase the frustrating contact with my pussy.
Lifting me easily in his arms, he placed me on my back in the middle of the
bed. Moving around the bed he attached chains to my wrists and ankles with
leather straps, locking them with small padlocks. Intensely aroused I didn't
protest and was soon spread-eagled on the bed unable to move or release
myself. Feeling very vulnerable, exposed and frightened, I begged him to stop,
although my body's continued arousal contradicted my protests. Climbing on the
bed, he rubbed his engorged cock around my proffered gash and I found my
protests dying on my lips, as I lost myself in masochistic ecstasy. The
movement slowly centered on my glistening vagina and he pushed into me. I
cried out as he sank his cock deep into my vagina, it felt so much better than
the vibrator, his hot cock inside me and his groin pressing on my clitoris.
I thrashed and struggled with my bindings as started pumping into me hard. I
thought of crying for help but found I didn't want to, there was to much
pleasure coursing through my body. I was shocked at my delight in the fierce
submission he was forcing on me, realizing I was now struggling so I could
touch him not to get away. His pace quickened and I found myself pushing up
against him, increasing the hard contact on my clitoris. As I reached the
brink of orgasm I felt him stiffen and his cock jerked again and again as he
came deep inside me. He pulled out and I was left trembling, helpless on the
bed, relieved yet needing something more. His satisfied leer met my own liquid
gaze and he reached out and rubbed my clitoris. I came immediately, my muscles
contracting hard and my vision blackening with the sheer intensity of feeling.
My spasms subsiding, I realized he had picked up my clothes and left the room.
Feeling extremely vulnerable, I struggled vainly to free myself. Returning
briefly, he released me and, dropping a bag on the bed, told me to dress and
join him in the club. Opening the bag I discovered a bright red latex body
suit. With no other choice, I started to put it on.
I put my feet through the neck pulling it to my waist and discovered the
inside had been oiled. As I slipped my legs into place, I noticed it had shoes
molded in with impossible five inch heels. Pulling hard to get it over my hips
I was shocked to feel dildos, set in it's crotch, slip into my vagina and
arse. I almost took it off again but I knew it was the only clothing available
so I continued. Squeezing my arms into it I felt it's high neck snap into
place around mine. I also fitted my fingers snugly into the gloves that were
part of the suit. Pulling my long hair out of the neck, I noticed a chill on
my nipples and looked down to discover there were strategic holes for them to
poke through. Raising my gloved hands to them, I felt a sexual shiver at the
erotic feel of the latex on my delicate nipples. Finding red eye shadow and
scarlet lipstick in the bag, I applied them with a makeup mirror. I felt just
a tiny bit puzzled by a nagging feeling I didn't need to have put the makeup
on.
Turning to the main mirror I gasped, both at the feeling of the dildos
settling further into my openings and at the way the suit molded to my body
revealing every detail. My whole appearance was so extreme in it's sexuality
it had to be described as sex toy. It was starting to feel wrong but somehow I
was almost comfortable with the idea that I was a sex toy. Looking closer at
the rubber suit, I noticed there were several steel loops attached to my
forearms, one at each ankle and a strap at the back of the collar. The crotch
had a padlock hanging from it that apparently allowed removal of the dildos,
although doing so would leave my pussy and arsehole bare and I didn't have a
key anyway.
Although I was already horny again, the wrong feeling was getting stronger and
I was getting worried about what Andrew had in mind for me dressed like this
in this club. I turned and went to the door, every step was exquisite torture
as the dildos moved inside me and the oiled suit slid sexily around on my
skin. Opening the door, I headed down the hall away from the club, hoping to
find a coat, a back exit and a broad minded taxi driver to take me home. The
risk involve seemed preferable to the imagined possibilities in the club.
Rounding the corner I walked into Andrew. "Where do you think you're going!
Never mind I'm prepared for this". Too stunned to think, I let him reach round
my neck and padlock the strap around it. "Now you can't remove the suit
without my permission". Forcing my hands behind me, he laced my forearms
together with a leather thong, forcing my chest out and highlighting my
substantial breasts and bare nipples. Next he produced a red gag with a ball
in it. The ball went in my mouth and he tied it behind my head preventing me
from speaking. Finally he attached a red lead to my collar and walked back to
the club, forcing me to follow along like a pet, tottering on those ridiculous
heels, hands useless behind me and gagged into silence.
Entering the club Andrew stopped and called for quiet, pushing me in front of
him he called out "Every one meet tonight's feature. She is of course
available for your pleasure.". I knew should have felt humiliated and ashamed,
but instead I reveled in my public display and even showed my body off. Andrew
unlocked my crotch padlock and removed the slick dildos. Walking me over to
the bar, several men and women ran their hands over me as I passed and then,
to my horror, he bent me over a hand rail and tied my leash to the bar rail.
My arse and fanny, slick with Andrew's come and my own juices, were now
presented to any patron interested and I was helpless to prevent it.
Almost immediately I felt someone move up behind me and a cock started sliding
in and out of my fanny. The man pleasuring himself until orgasm and then
moving on. He was quickly replaced and starting to enjoy my total
helplessness, I felt myself building to orgasm. It went on for an eternity.
Countless men and many orgasms later, I felt my gag being removed and my neck
was unclipped.
Arms still tied behind my back, I found I was to exhausted to stand and Andrew
helped me to a seat. Sitting down, he placed me on his lap facing him. He was
naked from the waist down and his erect cock slipped into my now raw vagina.
Once I would have cursed him and pulled away, but now the pain only increased
my excitement and I could not help starting to work my hips, grinding my
clitoris on his stomach and impaling myself further onto his cock.
As I built towards yet another orgasm, I realized I could never leave my
Andrew. I was his and that was all that mattered to me. Now semi-sober, I was
aware of my previous masculinity, but it was not important. I was now an
extremely sensual woman, I lived to satisfy my man and I loved every minute of
it. Leaning forward I kissed him full on the lips, accepting his probing
tongue and loosing myself to my lust.