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Prissy
by Waldo (1998)
***
In this 90's classic transgender story, our hero is
slowly turned into a feminine version of himself. (MF,
tg, drugs)
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Chapter 1 - Priscilla My Love
The woman ignored the ringing phone as her fingers moved
furiously on the keyboard. On the third ring, she
grabbed an open cigarette pack and expertly shook one
cigarette free from the pack, with one hand as the other
hand picked up the phone. Still staring at the PC's
display monitor, she answered "Washington Post. You've
got the City Desk, Hampton."
The caller's soft reply startled the reporter "Hi Trish.
Got time to spend a few minutes with an old buddy?"
An impish smile lit up the woman's normally tightly
pursed lips as she recognized the caller's voice "Bryan
Patterson, you old has-been. What stump did you drag
yourself out from under? Do you still have your nose so
far up Priscilla's ass that you can't blow your nose
without giving her an enema?"
His voice quaked slightly, as if he was fighting back
tears "No, it's over between us We're still friends and
see each other occasionally, but..."
She lit her cigarette, letting it dangle between her
lips as she hunched over a small mound of research paper
spread across her desk "Well, look, I'm sorry. I didn't
know. Why don't you come by and I'll buy the first round
of beer. Then we can talk about old times and forget
about those romances that didn't work out."
His voice sounded a little more cheery "I'd like to do
that but I can't. Look I need a favor - a big favor. Can
you take a break and talk to me -sort of like old
times?"
She pushed her messy mane of thick curly hair back with
one hand as she glanced around to see if any supervisors
were in the room. Leaning down over her desk a little
more to muffle her voice so that nearby reporters
wouldn't hear her, her voice dropped to just above a
whisper "You want some dirty talk - some phone sex, do
you, my friend? What have you got in your hand?"
His loud reply was almost a scream "NO! I want to talk!
TALK! You're the only one that I trust and know that I
can open up with. Come on Trish, it's me and I need your
help."
She sat up straighter and blew a hard cloud of cigarette
smoke like a steam engine, from the side of her lips.
Changing her tone of voice to a more professional sound,
she tried to hide her chagrin at misunderstanding him
and his obvious rebuff of her very personal overture
"Look Bryan, it's twenty minutes till press time and
I've got a story to get out. How about a beer after
work? I get off in three hours."
There was no answer and she paused as she tried to
figure out what was bugging him. At one time, she knew
him quite well - as inside out as two frequent lovers
could know each other. It wasn't a 'sleep with me every
night' type of relationship, but a 'you've had too much
to drink and why don't you spend the night in my bed'
type of relationship.
Both of them would get up and go their separate ways the
next morning as they fought each other for the choice
newspaper reporting assignments. If it hadn't been for
that nerdy librarian, Priscilla Larzing and her big,
innocent doe-looking eyes, Bryan and Trish would have
continued their every two-three weeks all-night sexual
release pattern and Bryan would still be working at the
paper as a reporter.
Glancing up at the clock, she saw that her deadline was
fast approaching and her story needed a little more re-
writing. Holding the phone against her ear with her
shoulder, she began typing as she picked up where his
phone call had interrupted her. Recognizing that he
hadn't answered her question nor said anything in over
five long seconds of silence, she asked "Bryan, are you
alright?"
His choked-up voice indicated that he wasn't alright
"Trish, I have to talk to someone. Do you know Gary
Franks?"
The sound of her keyboard-clicking stopping signaled
that he had re-grabbed her attention. Her simple "I
wish. He's the man of mystery - the sultan of sex - the
man that's got every woman in town fawning over him."
His voice became slightly higher pitched as he tried to
regain his composure "Well, I know all about him. I know
his secrets. And that's why I have to talk to you. I
have to tell someone - someone that I trust - about his
evil powers."
His voice became louder and more excited "He's pure evil
- the devil incarnate on Earth. And he must be exposed.
That's why you must listen to me. YOU MUST WRITE ABOUT
HIM - TELL THE WORLD ABOUT HIS EVIL - YOU MUST HELP ME."
His sudden sobbing shook her up almost as much as his
outburst. Looking at the clock, she knew that if she
listened to her upset friend, she would miss her
deadline. For just a moment, she considered her
responsibility to her work, then she quietly said
"Bryan, it's alright. I'm going to put you on hold, get
someone to finish this article for me, and then I'll
pick up the phone back in Mac's office. Just hold on for
two minutes and let me get some coverage."
His sobbing voice choked out the words "thank you."
She pressed the hold button, grabbed a junior reporter,
gave him thirty seconds of explanation and instructions
on the story, then grabbed her pack of cigarettes, her
coffee cup and her steno pad. She rushed back into an
empty editor's office and sat down at his desk before
picking up on the on-hold line.
"Bryan, I'm back. Now what's going on with Gary Franks?
What do you know about him and how did you become
involved with him?"
His voice was very calm "I met him through Priscilla."
Trish laughed out loud "Priscilla? That wallflower knows
Gary Franks?"
His crisp words indicated that she'd hit a sore point
"You know nothing about her. You hate her simply because
I fell in love with her."
If he could've seen Trish's angry eyes, he would've
known that he was right. However, her professional cool
voice replied "That has nothing to do with it. I hated
her before I found out that you were cheating on me with
her. Afterwards, I just had a larger reason to hate her
besides the fact that she's a stupid, fucking
overweight, ugly nerd. She spends all day pouring
through a couple of hundred books to find some dumb
obscure fact and then feels good about her contribution
to society.
"Face it, Bryan, she's a loser. Look at her closely and
you'll see what I see, Bryan. She is the world's worst
sloppy dresser and can't even put her lipstick on
correctly. She might be able to instantly find forty-two
different ways to put on mascara in her research books
but the way that she looked every day that I saw her at
work, shows that she doesn't know shit about making
herself look presentable. I've seen whores with better
color coordination and more up-to-date hairstyles. It
hurt me to know that you left me for her."
Bryan's voice became softer, more apologetic "Look, I'm
sorry that I hurt you. You know that I didn't do it on
purpose. It just happened between us. When I became
involved with her, I was stuck on that long multi-part
story and needed a lot of research. I spent a lot of
time down there in the research department with her
going through file cabinet after file cabinet. We became
very good friends and she began to open up to me,
revealing the real her, instead of that dumpy little
woman that everyone thought she was."
"Shit, you mean to tell me that the stupid bitch had a
fucking personality that she kept hid from everyone. Let
me run out here and get them to stop the presses. This
is front page material." Trish's voice was both loud and
sarcastic as she lambasted her former co-worker.
"Shut up. I called you to talk to you, not to be
screamed at." Screamed Bryan through the phone again.
Her knuckles became white as she clinched the phone
handset tightly, letting the hard plastic absorb her
anger. A second later, she put a phony smile on her face
so that her voice sounded more cheery "Sorry, just had
to let you know that talking with anyone about her is
about as enjoyable as working in Mac's office after he's
had beans for lunch."
His real laugher indicated that her joking had broken
the tension. For a moment, both of the giggled and
reminisced about the famous Mac's stinky farts. Then he
said "But I'm wasting time, which is something that I
don't have. Let me tell you the story as I would write
it, for you to think about it, then you can write it the
way that you feel is best."
She shook out another cigarette and chain-lit it from
her almost finished cigarette as she flipped her
notebook to a clean page. With the new cigarette
dangling from her lips, she suggested "I'm all ears."
"Where do I start? I suppose that I owe you an answer
and reason as to why I moved in with Priscilla and quit
the paper. Yes, you were right. I was sleeping with her
and ignoring your suggestions for a date. After my first
full day working in the Research Department on that
current project, I was all burnt out.
"As I staggered out of that dusty file depository, all
dirty and eye-strained from hours of staring at faded
documents, she grabbed my elbow and led me to the
nearest bar. And you know my weakness for alcohol and
its side-effect on me. Give me three beers and I become
so horny that even Hillary Clinton looks good to me. If
it will make you feel any better, it took five beers
before I became horny from being around her. I tried to
ignore it but the little head began making suggestions
to me - lewd suggestions about seeing if I could
convince her to let me tit-fuck her.
"But before I had a chance to remember my Catholic
upbringing, I was marching out of that bar with a six-
pack under my arm and my hand tucked down the back of
her panties, feeling her chubby little warm ass. I admit
it was my suggestion that we go somewhere and fuck but
she surprised me when she accepted."
"DO I HAVE TO LISTEN TO THIS CRAP?"
"Sorry, but I think so. It's important that you
understand the relationship that we had at first, then
you'll see why I'm surprised at the way that she changed
when she met Franks."
She sipped her coffee, before responding "Ok, so tell me
how you fucked her, but first I have a professional
question. Did she have as much hair on her boobs as she
had on her upper lips?"
The ten seconds pause startled Trish. She glanced at the
lit-up button to make sure that he was still on the
phone, then he said, "I'll pretend that I didn't hear
that. And she wasn't into tit-fucking or other 'weird'
sexual act, as she called them. But for the record, she
had a decent body - not nice, but decent. Not great but
it was functional and able to service most of my needs.
"As for the other facts, she's twenty-seven years old,
and she's been heavy all her life. But at five-foot six,
her thirty pounds overweight looked like more. As for
her upper lip, she had a few wild hairs that she kept
under control with tweezers. And no, there was no thick
pad of curly chest hair on her boobs. But I didn't fall
in love with her because of her body; I fell in love
with her because of her mind. After she got over her
initial shyness with me, I discovered that she had the
most brilliant mind that I'd met.
"She could reel off facts all night long and discuss
anything from Plato's philosophy to naming all of
Elvis's number one hits, to naming all of the Little
Rascals - Spanky, Buckwheat, Alfalfa, Carla etc. I
screwed her that first night and wished that I had more
beer as I started sobering up, recognizing whom was
sharing my bed.
"But later laying there in the dark, with her naked body
lying next to my equally naked body, talking about life
and dreams, I recognized that there was more to her than
just the bookworm that we joked about. She had a truly
wonderful personality. I made love to her again, but
this time it was because I wanted her, not because I was
drunk."
"Out with it, Bryan. End the suspense. How many times
did you pump her?"
"Only twice that first night. Then I went home and
mulled about allowing myself to become romantically
involved with her. I had to go back to the Research Room
the next morning and work beside her all day and I kept
asking myself how I allowed myself to lower my personal
standards to sleep with anyone that looked the way that
looked every day.
"I kept questioning my judgment as I looked at how she
looked that day. As soon as my work shift was over, I
slipped out the back door, although she'd been hinting
that she'd like a beer after work. I rushed home, not
trusting myself, and promised myself that I wouldn't
have any more personal involvement with her. But I came
back to her bed that next evening which started our
affair. Two weeks later, you found out about us and
raised hell."
"What did you expect? I thought that we had something
special and you rubbed shit in my face."
"Come on, Trish. We were only friends."
"Yeah, if I'd got pregnant from being 'only friends'
with you, would you upgrade our relationship as being
something special?"
"Trish, we both told each other that our careers came
first and neither of us wanted a relationship. It was a
mutual decision to keep our relationship to an
occasional fuck basis."
"Yeah, well I lied." The snappy quick comeback from
Trish revealed that the discussion was getting a little
too personal for her.
"I'm sorry. I know that won't change things. Let me sum
up my relationship with Priscilla quickly and I'll try
not to hurt you. I fell in love with a dumpy, frumpy
unkempt woman because it was her brilliant mind and
charming wit that captivated me. When you turned against
me, she was there to comfort me and to help me with my
work-related problems.
"When I got the job offer to write the book on the Royal
family, she supported my decision to quit the paper and
work on the book full time. She moved in with me and not
only helped me with the research, but opened up new
insights for me to think about into the personalities of
the Royal family.
"I got enough up-front advance from my publisher to hire
her to work full-time as my researcher, so we both
worked out of our shared apartment. And then Gary Franks
came to town with his sexy harem of beautiful women."
"He does have a harem of beautiful perfect women. Most
men either hate him or want to be him because of that
mob of perfect woman-flesh that accompanies him
everywhere. As a woman, I can't personally see why all
those women find him so irresistible."
"Priscilla and I were in a restaurant. I'd promised her
a decent meal when we reached a certain milestone and
was paying off my debt. He walked in, surrounded by
twelve of the most beautiful and sexy women that I'd
ever seen in my life. I've attended several beauty
pageants during my reporting days and seen lots of
attractive women before, but this was different.
"Every woman in his party could be rated as a perfect
ten. It's something when one perfect woman walks into a
room, but when twelve of them walk in - it was absolute
paradise. I'll admit that I had a ragging hard-on by the
third woman and was seriously considering pounding my
pud when the last one walked by."
Trish laughed a hearty laugh "Yeah, that's the way that
I hear it too. Mac called them the 'Prime Pussy Parade'
one day when we were thinking about doing a Style
section article on him and his women. I've heard that
other men have been affected that same way and that's
part of the mystery of Gary Franks - what's he got that
can attract and hold such beautiful women?"
"After they walked by us and sat down at a nearby large
table, I felt like grabbing Priscilla and throwing her
up on the table and relieving myself right there on the
spot. I was very aroused but knew it wasn't the time or
place. But I resisted the desire and watched the table
of women as they sat down. Then one of the women caught
my eyes. I saw her staring at me as if she recognized
me. I stared back and she gave me a faint smile as if to
say 'who the fuck do you think you are' but she kept
looking my way.
"After they placed their order, she leaned over and
whispered something to Franks, then I saw him look at my
table. I pretended that I was more interested in my
salad but when she strolled over to my table, I had to
hold back the drool. At a distance, she was perfection.
Up close, she was a perfect goddess. She had long dark
hair, thick eyelashes, vibrant green eyes, pouty
kissable lips and a dress two sizes too small for her
luscious Playboy centerfold body.
"Did I mention that she had nice breasts? She stood
beside our table and asked 'Hi, I'm Marcie Greene. Do
you remember me?' It's an understatement to say that you
can never forget anyone as attractive as her, but my
mind was whirling with thousands of brilliant witticisms
as my lips replied 'No.' She laughed a sexy bimbo-type
laugh and said 'Sorry, I was talking to your friend.'
"I turned my head to see who she was talking about -
after all; there was just Priscilla and me. Then I heard
Priscilla say 'I used to know a Marcie Green. She was a
Financial Major at Harvard when I was doing some
research there.' I don't know who was more surprised -
Priscilla or me - when the woman giggled 'that's little
ol' me.' This woman looked like the stereotyped teenage
boy's fantasy woman and Priscilla remembered her as
being nothing more than an ugly-ducking Financial Wizard
from Harvard. You can see why I was stunned."
"I've heard that rumor before. That most of the women
are women who've got the brains and education to do
anything that they want, but instead choose to be
Frank's bimbo-like girlfriends."
"It's true. They all act like bimbos but when you ask
one of them a highly technical question, they can reel
off an answer that'll stun you coming from their lips.
They remember everything but act dumb. But back to my
story - Marcie giggled and grabbed Priscilla like they
were long lost sisters. I was wishing that it was me
that she was rubbing those magnificent hooters against
my chest while Priscilla was looking at me slightly
confused over Marcie's shoulder as if she was saying
'who the fuck is this'.
"Then Marcie turned to me and hugged me as she declared
'any friend of my good friend Priscilla, is a friend of
mine'. Needless to say, I was in seventh heaven with all
that fantastic female body rubbing against me. Then
Marcie sat down at our table and began catching up on
old times with Priscilla. I thought that she would talk
about stock market fluctuations or something
appropriately nerdy, but she was laughing and giggling
about how the two of them had wasted so much time with
their noses buried in books.
"It was Marcie's vivacious personality that directed the
very short discussion about what both women had been
doing since those college days. Marcie quickly let us
both know that her days of being a 'brain' were over and
she was out to enjoy life and to live every moment to
the fullest. I was shocked but not as much as Priscilla.
Then he came over to our table."
Chapter 2 - Gary's Harem
"You're shitting me! Gary Franks actually came over to
talk to you?" Trish scribbled another shorthand notation
on her pad to help her remember the story.
"He did better than that. He was accompanied by the most
beautiful blonde that I'd ever seen in my life. As they
joined us at our table, he introduced me to the most
beautiful example of Scandinavian womanhood in the
world. Tasha sat down beside me and I couldn't listen to
Gary's words for staring at her beautifully exposed
cleavage. I admit I was in instant lust for this new
beautiful woman.
"I would've done anything that she requested of me at
that moment, even cut my dick off if she'd asked me. Her
dazzling white teeth, her beaming smile, her flawless
complexion, her gleaming blue eyes, her full lips, her
beautiful mane of thick blonde hair, and her luscious
perfectly-curved body was too much woman for this man.
Her seductive perfume's delightful fragrance filled my
nostrils with dreams of desire as I stared into her
delightful eyes. She was too much woman for one man to
handle.
"She was sitting immediately beside me, making me feel
as if I was the most virile man in the world. She
laughed at my silly jokes as if I was brilliant, she
smiled at my obvious stares as if there was hope of a
romance for me; and most importantly, she fueled my
sexual ego. I was the Champion Stud of the World at that
moment with Tasha and Marcie at my table."
"How did Priscilla stack up against the competition?"
"I regret to admit it but she blended into the
background after a couple of seconds, except for an
occasional attempt to keep us aware of her presence. The
two women were listening to Gary as he told a dirty
joke. I'd heard it before but those two women's giggling
and laughing caused me to laugh so hard that I almost
fell out of my chair.
"Then Gary did something unexpected - he asked Priscilla
and me to join him at this table. Well, it only took one
little finger of Tasha's hand wrapped around my little
finger, to lead me back to his table. Tasha sat me down
beside her and Monique while Marcie guided Priscilla to
her side of the table. For an hour, I was regaled and
wined by the most beautiful dozen women in the world."
"I could see you leaving me for someone as beautiful as
one of Frank's women, but I'm still amazed at you
falling in love with Priscilla."
"Quit being so catty and listen to my story. As soon as
we left our new good friends, Priscilla said 'There's
something wrong. Marcie was ugly, overweight and a
declared horseman.' I'd never heard of horseman used in
that context and asked her to explain. She said that the
college-day Marcie was an avowed feminist who was also a
masculine lesbian - thus the British expression of
horseman.
"That previous college-days version of Marcie kept
suggesting to Priscilla that they take the Wall Street
Journal, a jug of wine and go on a picnic. Apparently
Marcie wanted Priscilla as a lover but that type of sex
didn't appeal to Priscilla - she was very opinioned
about sex and women didn't turn her on.
"Anyway, Priscilla said that there were more than just
the physical changes that we had seen in this new
Marcie, that her complete attitude had changed. This new
Marcie appeared to be a quite dedicated sexy vixen who
lived only to serve her man - Gary Franks.
"Priscilla told me that she checked out Marcie's new
appearance quite well while I was busy with Tasha and
saw some slight physical resemblance to the college-day
Marcie. But as she adamantly declared later 'that the
bitch has had a hell of a lot of modification to her
body'."
The slight slurp sound of Trish sipping on her coffee
broke Bryan's train of thought. As he paused to regroup,
Trish asked "There are usually obvious signs of surgery
and I'll admit that it's easier to find someone who's
been surgically improved than to find someone that's
completely real and natural. But from what I've heard
about these women, they all look so natural and perfect,
that there's rumors that methods other than surgery have
been used."
"That's what Priscilla thought also. That night as we
laid curled up naked in bed, she talked about Marcie,
then about our project, then about Tasha, then about us,
then about Diana - a stunning redhead who sat next to me
at the table, then about my old job. I didn't realize it
but she was evaluating me. Every time that she mentioned
one of the women, I got an erection, but quickly lost it
when she changed the subject to my life with her.
"I discovered too late how she was testing me and when
she angrily jumped up out of bed, it was too late. As
she ran into the bathroom and locked the door to keep me
out, she screamed that my physical reaction to those
women hurt her. I tried to talk to her but she sat on
the other side of the door crying and sobbing about how
she thought that we had something special then I threw
it all away because a beautiful woman smiled at me.
"I told her that I hadn't done anything but talk to her
friends and that she was there watching me behave
myself. She answered by sobbing something about how my
hands behaved but my 'eyes didn't behave'. She said that
the way that I stared at those women all evening made
her feel like an ugly fool. I tried to talk some sense
into her but wound up spending the night on the couch."
"Do you have an erection while you're talking to me?"
asked Trish in a teasing, sultry voice.
There was no change to Bryan's voice as he ignored her
question "That was the beginning of the end for us. The
next day, she went out and when she came back, she told
me that she'd taken a part time job working for Gary.
That upset me because I needed her but she told me that
she was way ahead of me on doing research and that we
could use the money.
"I knew that she was right about the money, so I agreed
to her job. As if I had any say in the matter. That
evening, she did something unusual. You joke about her -
shall I say - personal-grooming habits, but there were
several things that she detested. And one of them was
shaving her legs. Normally she would shave her legs
every Friday night. By Wednesday, her legs were like a
piece of sandpaper with her heavy leg growth. Well, it
was Tuesday and she shaved her legs.
"She came out of that bathtub, smelling all good and
clean - so good that I took advantage of her shaved
legs. Then the next day, she again went to Gary's place
to work. When she came home, she was wearing lipstick,
which was something unusual for her. She told me one
time that smearing waxy colored substances on one's face
was a throwback to the pagan rituals that we hadn't
outgrown as a society. As soon as she came in the door,
she attacked me with her kisses and led me back to our
bedroom.
"After we made love, she slipped into the bathroom to
clean up and shaved her legs again - which was twice in
one week. She came out of that bathroom all shaved and
her lips gleaming so pretty that we messed up the bed
sheets again."
"Sounds like the typical 'so that's what it takes to
turn on my man' scenario. She saw you fawning over the
attractive women and saw how Marcie had been able to
overcome her previous ugly appearance. Sounds like she
decided to see if she could improve upon herself."
"Yeah, and that's what she did. Every day, it was some
little thing that was different about her. By the end of
the first week, she had long red fingernails. They were
fake but certainly an improvement over her lifelong
gnawed-to-the-quick fingernails. And she was wearing
makeup from the time that she got up, to when we went to
bed.
"She would walk out the door in the morning and come
back, looking like she'd spent the day in the beauty
parlor. Every day, there was some improvement to her
when she came home. And she always came home horny. By
the end of the second week, she had long red
fingernails, a new curly hairstyle, some new clothes in
her wardrobe and had lost ten pounds.
"She said that she needed the clothes because of the
weight loss, but these were clothes that she wouldn't
have wore before - clothes very similar to the clothes
that Marcie and those other girls wore. But the most
amazing change in her was her vocabulary and choice of
reading material.
"Her technical magazines were thrown in the trash and
she was reading Cosmopolitan and all those women's
magazines. At night, instead of lying in my arms and
talking about deep subjects such as 'why mankind must
adapt to social change', she'd talk about how great it
was to have sex with me. She stroked my sexual ego
instead of stirring me intellectually. I accused her of
becoming a bimbo once and my wild statement actually
pleased her. I've never seen anyone change the way that
she did."
"Sounds like you reacted to her changes and you probably
fueled further changes."
"Yeah, that's what I thought too. But she was losing
weight, firming up her body, improving her complexion,
and beginning to look mighty damn attractive. By the end
of the month, she didn't look like the same woman. Oh,
don't get me wrong - she wasn't as beautiful as one of
Frank's women, but she was a hell of a lot more
attractive than when I first met her.
"By that time, I had just about used up all the research
that she had previously collected and suggested that she
return back to her work. She declined, suggesting that
we use a research service. I blew my top and raised
hell. That's when she did the most unbelievable thing.
She gave me her first blowjob."
A loud cackle echoed off the newspaper's walls, as Trish
laughed so hard that she almost dropped the phone. When
she recovered to where she could talk again, she asked
"All this time of living with her and she wouldn't blow
you until then. I used to do that just to get you
aroused."
"I know. And it was a sensitive subject between us. She
felt that taking a man's penis into her mouth demeaned
her and was another throwback to those old pagan ritual
days - or she used to feel that way. Anyhow when she was
the old Priscilla, she was very old fashioned in her
lovemaking - very exuberant and long-lasting, but old
fashioned as to what she would do and the positions. But
this new Priscilla was like a just-awakened nypho who
had to catch up. She was so great and satisfying that I
couldn't complain.
"After all, I wasn't about to turn down good pussy,
which just kept getting better. I was getting so much
pussy that I thought that my life was just about
perfect. And I quickly learned to shut up inquiring
about social change in America and learned to enjoy a
woman who would suck me dry where ever and whenever I
wanted it. We were like two adolescence teenagers whose
parents went away for the weekend.
"We did it all as often as we could. I didn't care that
she wasn't doing any research anymore or that her
vocabulary had dropped down to using words with only two
or three syllables. I did care about the medicine that I
discovered her taking one day. She had some pills that
she admitted that she now took every day and various
creams that she rubbed on her body. I'll admit that she
looked better and that her breasts filled out firmer,
but I didn't like her taking any unknown chemicals."
"Did you get the names of the pills or creams?"
"No, they were all private labeled. The next day, when
she went to Gary's place, I searched the apartment and
found all of her pills and creams. I hid them and she
didn't say a word when she discovered that they were
missing. I asked her not to take any more unknown
chemicals and she purred something about "but those
pills help me find the inner me." I tried to make her
mad so that she would tell me the truth but she wouldn't
get mad. I knew that she continued taking those pills
when she was at Gary's place. And that's about the time
that she did something else that really amazed me.
"All along, I'd occasionally seen Marcie when she
brought Priscilla home but one evening I was stunned
when I heard Priscilla's key in the door and it was
Marcie by herself that walked through the door. Marcie
had Priscilla's key and a small overnight bag. She told
me that Priscilla wouldn't be home that night and Marcie
was there to make sure that I wouldn't be lonesome. I
was pissed at the way that Priscilla felt that she could
manipulate me.
"So mad, that I fucked Marcie the first time in the
living room. Yeah, I knew that I was being manipulated
but I didn't care. Marcie did turn me on and she wasn't
the sort of woman that you would kick out of your bed.
By the next morning, I was so worn out from our vigorous
all-night lovemaking session that I didn't care if
Priscilla never returned home.
"That woman could show a football team a thing or two
about endurance. Marcie stayed with me all day - I
didn't get a bit of work done. She changed clothes two
or three times but it was to model her lingerie for me.
Whenever I asked what was happening with Priscilla,
she'd shove one of her fantastic boobs into my mouth and
convince me to forget about her. Two very wonderful
nights and two days of making love to Marcie and I was
beginning to wonder what was going on. Then Tasha showed
up and replaced Marcie in my bed. I was in heaven. I've
never tasted pussy as sweet or sucked on breasts as nice
as her."
"Well, excuse me. I think I'll go somewhere and just let
my sour pussy and sagging pancake breasts die."
"Trish, you know what I mean. When we were lovers, I
enjoyed being with you but there was just something
about these two women, that was better than normal. Sort
of a move up from Dairy Queen to Haagen-Dazs ice cream
type comparison. Anyhow, Tasha stayed with me for three
long days. Then Priscilla came home - or rather the new
Priscilla.
"I suspected that she was having surgery - that's why
the other women were there to distract me and when she
walked through the door, I knew it. But I'd never seen
any surgery before where you heal in only five days. Her
face had tightened and firmed up as well as developed
cheekbones.
"Her nose was now slender and her lips were fuller. Her
new face with her beautiful wide-eyes made her look like
an innocent angel - that is until you let your eyes
drift from her face to her body. As for her body - it
was quite obvious that her breasts were a full cup size
larger. She'd gone from a sagging C cup to a pert and
very plump D cup in just five days and there were no
surgical scars.
She swore up and down that they were the same size as
when she left, but I know the difference between
grapefruits and oranges. She had grapefruits now. Nice
grapefruits with thick nubbins for nipples. And there
were other changes too. She'd lost a lot of the dark
hair on her arms and legs so that her limbs were now
covered with a smooth downy layer of fine hair.
"Her complexion had cleared up, her hair was thicker and
richer as well as colored a dark brown with light blonde
highlights. Her droopy ass had firmed up and she had an
overall Playboy type body - not a centerfold like
Tasha's body but she was getting close. She went from
being a frumpy dumpy overweight housewife to a sex
goddess in less than six weeks."
"Wheee, that sounds like something that I need for
myself. I need to get rid of these flat pancake tits.
Would you like me better if I had some really big
hooters? Do you like cantaloupes better than
grapefruits? How about watermelons?" asked Trish,
dropping her voice to a sultry sound as she ended her
question.
"No one needs what they did to her. I'll admit that she
was beautiful and had a fantastic body but they did it
at the price of her mind. She wasn't Priscilla anymore.
Just as she told me about how Marcie had changed
mentally, she changed also. She didn't care a damn thing
about my book or her former job. She was just there to
be my play toy - to share my bed and satisfy my sexual
needs.
"I'd give her a book and ask her a question. If she knew
the answer, she'd tell me but she wouldn't spent more
than a couple of seconds looking through the book before
she would try to distract me. I thought that six times
of having sex in one day would be my all-time personal
best, but that first day that she came back home, I got
my rocks off an record nine times. She was like a
possessed demon who knew just the right whistles and
bells to turn me on and keep me turned on. But there
comes a time when you have to drag your ass out of bed
and go back to work.
"I was way behind my schedule because of all the fucking
so it was something that had to be done. But no, she
didn't care about my book. And it was hard to be mad at
her because of the way that she smiled and serviced me.
Two weeks after she came back home, I only had three
pages done - that's supposed to be one afternoon's
writing. Then Gary and his entourage came to see me."
"Uh-oh, sounds like bad news."
"Yeah, it was. He came to claim his newest member. I was
trying to work on my book and she was in the bathroom.
When the doorbell rang, it surprised me to find him and
his dozen women in the hallway. I invited him in, not
really knowing, but suddenly understanding why he was
there. When she walked out of the bedroom, wearing her
new skin-tight, dark evening dress and high heels, I
knew that she hadn't dressed like that for me.
"He had made himself at home in my easy chair and she
sat down on the chair's arm, her exposed firm upper
breasts only inches from his eyes, as sat there beside
him looking at me like a sultry cat who was purring for
her master - only I wasn't the master. Gary told me that
since she'd shaped herself up so much, he'd invited her
to join his little troupe of entertainers and that she'd
accepted. He told me that I was lucky to have such a
fine woman and that he would share some of his other
women for awhile with me - when she was with him. I lost
my temper and told him to get the hell out of my place."
There was a pause then Brian continued "I jumped up from
the couch and as I angrily approached him, Priscilla
stepped between us, pleading with me to calm down. Her
soft arms and warm breasts pushed me back to the couch
and her nimble fingers unzipped my trousers. Right there
in front of him and all those other women, she showed
him how she could control me. And as long as she had my
dick in her mouth, I was doing anything she wanted.
"She guided me back down onto the couch and kept her
head buried in my lap as he talked to me. Denise, a
stunning African-American had taken Priscilla's place on
the chair's armrest. I vaguely listened to Gary as he
said that he collected beautiful women and that
Priscilla had volunteered to join him. That she was his
new concubine and that she would be spending less and
less time with me.
"However, because he liked me, he was willing to share
some of his older girls with me until I found someone
new for myself. I think that's what he said. I was
having a difficult time concentrating because of
Priscilla's warm mouth wrapped around my throbbing cock
and also because Denise unbuttoned her blouse revealing
her magnificent boobs. As soon as I was about ready to
explode my load into Priscilla's mouth, she pulled back
and Denise stepped forward to take her place.
"That woman had a deep mouth and could suck an apple
through a straw. She sucked me completely dry before
swallowing a drop. I didn't see Priscilla or the rest of
them leave because Denise and Nelda were keeping me
busy. It was the next morning before I even had a moment
to think about what had happened, then Nelda attacked me
again."
"Sounds like a fair trade. Two cunts for one. What did
Nelda look like?"
"She was like the Irish wholesome-looking sweetheart.
Flaming red hair with an Irish temper to match and
freckles all over her body. I'd never realized before
that freckles could be pretty on the right person. She
was five foot two inches of pure dynamite and Denise was
six foot, three inches of pure legs. She could wrap her
long legs around my neck and make me wish that she would
squeeze me to death.
"It was about that time that I realized that although
all of the women were stunning, there were slight
differences that made each of the unique. Denise was
long legged and her dark skin brought out the savage
beast in me. Nelda was the freckle-faced girl-next-door
type of innocent looking who could lie in bed beside me
and whisper me into daydreams of trapped on a remote
island with her.
"Tasha was pure sex and body with large breasts. The
other women had large c-cup sized breasts but Tasha had
a full d-cup. As for Marcie, she was like an executive
secretary - a professional by day but a hell of a woman
at home."
"Was that the last time that you saw Priscilla?"
"No, Gary rotated some of his other women over to keep
me company and one night about two weeks later, I
thought that I was doing a ménage with Lucy and
Caroline. I was blindfolded and eating dear sweet Lucy
out while Caroline rode me. Only when I took the
blindfold off, it was Priscilla that I'd been eating.
She and Martha had sneaked into my apartment and swapped
out one at a time with my current paramours.
"It'd only been two weeks since I'd seen her last but
there was more obvious changes to her appearance. Her
face had become beautiful, somehow becoming almost as
glamorous as Tasha. The main difference between Tasha
and the new Priscilla was that Tasha was more outdoors
looking and Priscilla was more innocent looking with her
wide eyes. Both women had similarly shaped bodies.
"Her chin was firmer, her complexion looked healthier,
there was more of a natural rosy glow to her cheeks, her
size D cup breasts had grown even further so they were
now DD cup and her body looked as tight and fit as if
she'd lifted weights all her life. Her legs were firm
and shapely and didn't need the daily shaving. Oh yeah,
she was now a blonde with shoulder length hair that had
grown about six inches in the two weeks. Even her pussy
hair was a golden honey color and was very fine instead
of her previous course dark pubic hair. I barely
recognized her even as intimately as I knew her former
body."
"That's not possible. You can bleach it but you can't
change the texture of public hair. I know because I
tried to convince someone that I was a natural blonde
when I was in college. I wish that we had known each
other back then. I thought I was a cute perky little
blonde."
He ignored her comment and continued "Somehow she did
it, just as she changed everything else about her body.
And as I told you before, she was now a giggling, silly
bimbo who didn't care to read the paper or know what was
going on in the world. The woman who used to quote
Socrates now acted like she couldn't even spell his
name.
"She only thought about or talked about subjects that
were glamorous or sexual or grooming. She wouldn't come
out of that bathroom until every hair was in its place
and she looked completely perfect. Anyhow when I
discovered who it was in bed with me that night, I
fucked her and then fell into an exhausted sleep. When I
woke up, she was gone - as were all of the other women
who had been sharing my apartment. There was a note from
her, saying that by now I should be over her and to
please forget her. And that none of the other women
would be coming by to see me either."
Chapter 3 - Prissy
"Hey, that sounds like a logical thing to do - forget
her, that is. I ain't no honey gold blonde between my
legs, my flat tits sag and my hair is a dirty brown but
some people have sworn that my pussy tastes like honey.
I can be over there in two hours. I'll be glad to do
what I can to help you forget her."
"No, you don't understand. This was two months ago when
she left me the note and disappeared. Like a fool, I
didn't take her advice and went after her. I went to his
apartment and was warned by Denise that she would have
to hurt me if I didn't leave. I came back in, through a
back door and Denise used her long legs to kick my ass
back out the door.
"Two days later I tried it again and Carla sent me to
the Emergency Room after she kneed me. She also had the
police arrest me for trespassing. A week later, I
followed them out to his lake home and slipped in over
the fence. Five minutes later, I was hit in the head
with something. I woke up buck naked and tied to a wall,
stretched like one of those ancient castle prisoners.
Gary told me that I was a fool, that I should forget her
and that I must stay away from him and his girls. Then
he told Carla to punish me - 'give him twenty lashes'.
"I expected a bullwhip or something, but she rubbed some
unknown cream to my chest and cock, then attached nipple
clips to my nipples and some sort of cock ring around my
flaccid cock. Then she turned on the electricity. The
first electrical shock jarred me and I yelped with the
pain. The second shock was almost as bad but I noticed
that I now had a very stiff erection. By the tenth
shock, my cum was covering my chest where I exploded
with delight.
"When she untied me, I wanted her to suck on my nipples
or my cock. It didn't matter as long as I had some
relief. They forced me into my clothes and drove me back
into town where they dumped me down in the red light
district. Within ten minutes, I had found a prostitute
and had her sucking my cock. After she gave me a
blowjob, I still felt so aroused that I couldn't quit.
But it wasn't my cock that was bothering me. It was my
nipples.
"When she began sucking my nipples, I jerked with
ecstasy. My previously normal nipples were now the most
sensitive part of my body - even more than my cockhead.
I finally got home but masturbated myself as I played
with my nipples. I discovered that I couldn't wear a
shirt because the shirt rubbed against my sensitive
nipples and I had to go back down to the red light
district to get some more physical relief.
"When I returned home, there was a message from Carla
warning me that they would punish me even worse if I
tried to see Priscilla again or came near them. That
what they did to me would wear off in a couple of weeks
and that I should consider her message my last warning."
A loud groan escaped Trish's lips "Oh, shit! Why do I
feel that you've let your stubbornness get the best of
you."
A long sigh escaped Bryan's lips "Like a fool, I went
back and was caught again. The second time was more
punishing than the first. Donna - she's the Texas
cowgirl - punished me. Again they greased me up with
those damn unknown creams, put the nipple clips and cock
ring on, but this time, she also inserted a big dildo up
my ass."
"Oh, shit. And I'll bet you did." Trish laughed, the
image of that being quite vivid in her imagination.
"It wasn't so bad. I had an erection before they even
punished me. Donna had trouble getting the cock ring on
me because I was swelled so big that it almost didn't
fit. They let me stand there buck naked with the dildo
up my ass and those clamps attached to my various body
parts. Then Priscilla strode into the room and I almost
cummed from just seeing her. She was wearing a skin-
tight black shinny leotard that would've made Bat Woman
jealous. Her large boobs were straining that tight-
fitting garment so that I thought it was going to burst.
"She stood inches from me, letting me stare at her new
body, while she was watching my obvious erection throb
between my legs. Then she said something funny to me. I
remember her exact words 'Bryan, it's over between us.
Gary's shown you how he can punish you. I'm here to give
you one last chance. Tell me that you'll walk away and
leave us alone and I'll turn you loose. But if you ever
bother us again, Gary will do whatever is necessary to
stop you.
"The last time that you were here, they put sensitivity
cream on your nipples and cock making them more
sensitive. Then they put you in a place where it was
easy to find someone to relieve you. You found yourself
going back for more, didn't you.' I admitted to her that
I did enjoy it. Then she continued 'that's the same
cream that they gave me and you saw what it did to me.
"The combination of creams rubbed into my body molded my
body into the perfect woman's body after several weeks
of daily use. I quickly discovered that the pills
heightened the dreamy warm feeling and made me feel
womanlier. At first, I only wanted to improve myself
physically for you so that I could compete with those
other women - my new friends - that you so obviously
admired. Then you no longer mattered as I discovered
that Gary could take me much further than you could.
"I allowed him to turn me into one of his shapely bimbos
because it was what I discovered that I wanted. The
effects of the cream will wear off in two weeks and you
return to normal - unless you take it every day and then
have a couple of the concentrated three day soaks that
really filled out my body. The dose of cream on your
body is much heavier than what they did to me and when
they add the electricity, it becomes fifty times more
powerful.
"If I tell them that you won't bother us anymore, we'll
wash the extra-heavy dose of cream off of you and turn
you loose. If you don't agree, then Donna's going to hit
you with the voltage, which will burn the cream into
your skin. You may like it while you're under its
effect, but you won't like it once it wears off. What's
your answer?' And then she stared at me with her wide
doe-like eyes, waiting for my answer."
Trish was sitting up in the chair; her steno pad lay in
her lap where she'd become so enthralled that she'd
forgotten to take notes. She gushed out "Yeah, yeah,
yeah, what did you answer?"
"I told her that I could never leave her. As she turned
and walked away from me, Donna hit me with the first
charge of electricity while my eyes were locked onto
Priscilla's perfect ass. I didn't scream this time, but
it was almost instant gratification for me. By the third
charge of electricity, I realized that my body was
involuntary humping, trying to get some reaction from
the dildo.
"By the time that they finished my twentieth shock, I
was an uncontrollable nymphomaniac slut. I tried to
fight with them when they were disconnecting me from the
equipment; because I enjoyed the full feeling of the
dildo rammed up my ass. They loaded me still naked into
a van and drove me to an apartment where they gave me to
Tyrone and Danny. Within ten minutes of being paraded
buck-naked into their apartment, Tyrone was butt fucking
me as I sucked Danny's cock.
"I'd never thought about sex with a man before and here
I was ramming two different cocks into my body openings.
They put a dog collar on me and began calling me Prissy
- yeah, it was Priscilla's suggestion that they call me
that so I would constantly think about how much she had
changed and how their drugs could do it to me also. They
gave me to their friends and I serviced their friends
because I couldn't get enough sex. I was happy only when
there was something big and hot ramming up and down my
ass. I sucked them off, but I really preferred to be
fucked. And there were other changes also.
"My nipples were so damn sensitive and the surrounding
chest flesh was much softer and beginning to fill out
like a very young teenage girl. I enjoyed letting one of
the men suck on my little boobies. Danny was a tit man
while Tyrone was an ass man. So both of them could
satisfy me. For two whole weeks, I lived there, not once
putting on any clothes, just being their little slut to
take care of them.
"Then the creams began wearing off and I begin realizing
what had occurred to me and what I had been doing with
those men and my body. I still actively participated in
sex with them but now I could see what I was doing.
After a week of decreasing drug-induced euphoria, I
sneaked out one morning, dressed in some of Danny's
clothes. I rushed home, packed my clothes and moved out
because I didn't want them to come looking for me. After
all, they knew where I lived.
"I found a cheap rooming house and stayed in it,
ignoring the desire to go out and pick up a man. When I
found the desire to play with my body too strong, I
would take a long cold shower until I felt more normal.
Gradually I began to shake that slutty feeling and began
to think for myself. I realized that after what had
happened, that I would never be the old me again and
that I would have to deal with the memories of being a
kept slut in a man's bedroom.
"So for the last month, I've been sitting in that room,
thinking and trying to decide what to do with my life. I
knew that life as I knew it, was over for me and I had
to build a new life far away from here. Before I left, I
also decided that I had to tell someone about Gary
Franks, then I had to hide because I knew that he would
come after me. That's why I called you."
Trish looked at her notepad. There were blanks in some
of the story areas but she had enough so that she could
re-build the story. Her mind was already whirling with
thoughts about her expose of Gary Franks. She quickly
suggested "Look, Bryan I need to sit down and talk some
more with you about this. I'll need photographs of all
the women and more details about who they used to be, so
I can gather other evidence. We'll expose him for the
mad sadist that he is."
"No, I can't do that. If I go back or get involved,
they'll cream me up again and brainwash me into being
one of his oversexed bimbos. I can't allow them to
brainwash me and turn me into a mindless bimbo slut who
can only think about servicing men. I didn't come down
there because I knew that you wouldn't let me leave your
office- that's why I called you from this phone booth.
I've got my bags packed and I'm leaving town. I'm going
to move away and hide where no one can ever find me."
"Bryan, please listen to me. I need you. This is the
biggest story that this newspaper has seen since the
last presidential scandal. It's page one material and I
need your help." She pleaded.
"No, I've given you enough facts so that you can dig up
whatever you need for supporting evidence for the story.
I'm out of it and I'm leaving to start my new life.
Don't try to find me. Good-by Trish."
The click of the phone and the subsequent humming of a
disconnected call echoed through the silent newspaper
office. Trish hung up the phone, lit another cigarette
and leaned back in the overstuffed chair as she began
sorting the fantastic story in her mind.
Across town in a phone booth, Bryan was going through
his billfold. He removed the driver's license with its
identifying photograph and dropped it on the floor. His
life as Bryan Patterson was over and he would have to
get a new driver's license to go with his new identity.
He removed the credit cards and spent a few minutes
breaking them into small pieces and dropping the pieces
on the floor.
He removed a small picture of him and Priscilla from
their early days, knowing that he would keep that
remembrance. After he was finished going through the
billfold, all he kept was the cash and the one
photograph, dropping his old billfold on the floor with
the rest of the trash.
He stared at his reflected image in the dirty windows of
the phone booth, knowing that once he stepped out of the
dim light of that phone booth's interior, that he would
be committed to walking away from his life as Bryan
Patterson - writer and former reporter - and that he
would have to begin a new life that would keep him away
from the people that knew him as Bryan. Or they would
find him someday. He didn't know how, but he knew that
Gary's money and resources could do anything. And they
would be pissed about his revealing their secret.
Staring through the dirty phone booth windows, he could
see the nearby truck stop. He would find a trucker that
was interested in company as they drove across the
country. Then he would get out and hitchhike some more
until he found some place that he could call home. And
someone that could help him forget his old life and help
him to live his new life.
Bryan pushed open the phone booth doors and stepped out
into the fresh night air. Standing in the phone booth
with the door closed, the air inside the booth had
become stale. He picked up the small overnight bag that
contained his few new clothes and possessions. He began
walking slowly toward the truck stop.
He approached a truck where the engine was running and
the driver was checking the wheels. Standing beside the
truck, he softly asked the driver "Got room for a
hitchhiker?"
The driver turned and stared at Bryan for a second, then
nodded his head "Yeah. Go climb into the cab. I'm going
to pull out in two minutes."
Bryan opened the cab door and threw his small bag onto
the floor. Behind him the driver asked "My name's Joe
and I'm supposed to be in Chicago in the morning. What's
your name?"
Bryan nodded back the greeting and smiled at the driver
before replying in a softly modulated melodic voice "My
friends call me Prissy."
The driver watched as 'Prissy' pulled her skirt up, then
stepped gingerly up on the step, being careful to
balance herself on her high heels and not snag her
nylons as she climbed into the passenger seat of the
truck's cab. Prissy left the door open as she adjusted
her skirt, then sat down, demurely crossing her shapely
nylon clad long legs, revealing just a flash of thigh
through the slit in her skirt.
The driver watched as his female passenger shut the
door, then adjusted the mirror so that she see her own
reflection. Using a ring covered manicured hand, the
driver's guest fluffed her thick mane of red long hair
pushing the curly hair into place, then checked her lips
to see if she needed to refresh her bright red lipstick.
The driver rushed through his inspection and climbed up
into the cab. Although the young woman was smiling at
him, the driver glanced at her breasts that were perkily
shaping up the front of her lacy blouse. She was a tall
woman, even taller with the heels but her height and
broad-shouldered appearance reminded him of a very
loving big-boned farm-girl from Kansas.
She'd also had large hands, wide shoulders, a thick
waist and muscular legs - but she'd been one of the best
fucks that Joe had ever experienced. Staring at his new
passenger, he knew that her large size could be
intimidating to some men but there was enough fullness
to her breasts and silent invitation in her voluptuous
lips to convince Joe that this cute woman would make the
trip an very enjoyable trip for him.
He watched as the woman adjusted her small travel bag
beneath her feet. He threw a thumb up, pointing at the
opening at the back of the cab "This is a sleeper cab.
Put your bag back there and make yourself comfortable."
She flashed a broad smile at him as she unclipped her
earrings and dropped them into her purse. Pausing to
remember to talk in her soft voice, she asked, "Do you
mind if I crawl back there and change into something a
little more comfortable?"
The man tried to hide his grin but he couldn't "Go
ahead. I'll get us started down the road."
As he pulled out, she pulled the curtains back,
revealing the cramped but adequate sleeping birth. She
put her purse and travel back there, then stood up so
that she could crawl onto the mattress. The truck was
moving and she lost her balance for a second, partially
spinning around on her high heels so that her ass was
only inches from the driver's face. Grabbing something
and holding on, she laughed as she declared "Don't
consider me a slut just because I shove my ass in your
face within two minutes of meeting you. You don't know
what it's like to wear high heels and to try to balance
in them."
The driver laughed as she crawled through the narrow
opening and pulled the curtains shut. In the some-what
cramped privacy of the small sleeping birth, she
unbuttoned her blouse, removing it as she considered her
next options. She folded her blouse and examined her
naked female breasts.
A month of taking the creams and pills that Bryan had
confiscated from Priscilla that time, had further
modified Bryan's body. The dildo-prod treatment had
started and greatly modified his former all-male body,
softening it and building little bud-like breasts as
well as adding a little padding to his hips. A month of
taking the pills and cream had soften Bryan's skin
further, enhancing the facial complexion as the mannish
facial hair disappeared and the thinning hair grew and
filled out.
The cream had developed the puffy teenage breasts into
more realistic looking B-cup breasts - a full b-cup that
would soon need a C-cup, just as Bryan's straight waist
had narrowed and the hips expanded into a fuller,
rounder, more feminine looking body. Somehow, the
chemicals moved body fat around to shape anyone's body
into a more pleasing feminine effect.
His current metamorphic stage had advanced so that he
now looked slightly more female than male. The makeup,
rapidly-grown long hair and clothes provided just enough
extra decorations to help him easily pass as his new
chosen gender. Two weeks earlier, he had looked too much
like a cross-dressing football player with Gynecomastia
to venture out into public dressed the way that he
dressed for his 'dates' within the privacy of his rented
room.
Yes, dates. The punishment melded out to him had changed
more than his sexual libido so that normal heterosexual
relationships no longer interested him. He also now
wanted to be a vixen - not a bimbo like Priscilla but a
siren who could vamp and wantonly seduce her lover.
He'd waited patiently in the room, waiting for the pills
and cream to further modify his body. He used the time
to practice his mannerisms and speech while learning all
the nuisances of mixing and matching female attire
correctly and styling his new long curly hair.
For the last week, he'd been practicing at local malls,
gaining confidence in his ability to pass as a woman and
watching his body reshape itself more and more every
day. Once he was convinced that he could pass as a
woman, he knew that it was time for him to leave town
and abandon his real identity.
Bryan continued to undress, removing the skirt and panty
hose, knowing that Joe was watching his 'female guest'
undress through the mirror and a small slit in the
curtain. Bryan slightly moved so that Joe wouldn't be
able to see that there was still a fully functional cock
between the legs of the woman that Joe knew only as
'Prissy'. Some men took a little more conditioning
before they would have sex with a she-male.
Bryan's penis was smaller after a month of chemicals but
still somewhat functional as a male organ. How long it
would be functional, Bryan didn't know or care. The new
Prissy didn't have any further use for such an unneeded
appendage, but if Prissy's current man liked a little
exotic sex, she didn't mind using it to satisfy her new
lover.
The month long experiment proved several things. When
the new Prissy emerged like a butterfly from the
androgyny modified body created by the hard exposure to
Frank's chemicals, the new body was more feminine than
male. And the new personality was able to live and
perform as a woman.
Completely naked, the very feminine-appearing new woman
opened the fashionable woman's travel bag and found one
of the confiscated bottles of pills, taking one of the
pills. Bryan would put a little cream on Prissy's new
body later when they were further down the road. There
was enough cream and medicine to last the transitioning
new female a little over a year.
By then Prissy should be a fully functional woman with
size 54 DDD-cup breasts if Bryan's body kept reacting to
the chemicals at the same rate. Bryan didn't know where
Prissy's new life was headed but everyone knew that a
six-foot tall sexy redhead with size 54DDD boobs could
go wherever she wanted.
It had been a hard decision to make, to take the pills
and further transform his body into a woman's body. But
that one taste of being a woman in bed with a man had
been enough to convince Bryan that he could never be
happy living a normal heterosexual life again. After he
remembered about the confiscated chemicals, it became
easier to decide upon a plan for the rest of his life.
By watching the intake of the chemicals, he would be
able to shape his body and avoid the 'bimbo' side
effects. The decision to modify his body was further
enhanced because he knew that Gary Franks would be
looking for a man. And if Gary guessed how Bryan was
able to hide, a woman could change her total appearance
so much easier that it would be possible to hide in
Bryan's old building without anyone recognizing her.
Bryan pulled out the red thong bikini panties and
slipped into them, being careful to tuck the small male
appendage back between his legs. If Prissy watched how
she sat and exposed herself, Joe wouldn't know it
existed - until it was too late for Joe to back out.
Bryan pulled a flimsy almost transparent red teddy from
the travel bag and slipped into it, adjusting the front
so that there was almost a little exposure of the
nipples. Expertly cupping the shapely small female
breasts, Bryan tweaked the nipples until their aroused
state was obvious through the delicate fabric.
Then Bryan found the small bottle of perfume and
delicately added a small touch to each wrist. Then
staring into a hand mirror at Prissy's beautiful new
face, Bryan ran a brush through the long, luxurious red
hair, before freshening the facial makeup.
Satisfied with the way that Prissy now looked, Bryan
knew that it was now time to see how far Prissy could
manipulate Joe. Pulling back the curtains, Bryan rolled
over and exited the small compartment, knowing that Joe
would be busy staring at Prissy's exposed cheeks.
The very tall, almost naked woman maneuvered into the
truck's passenger seat, then adjusted her teddy as she
propped her bare feet up on the dashboard, exposing a
long shapely leg to Joe. She acted as if it was
perfectly normal to be sitting in a truck cab wearing
nothing more than some almost transparent lingerie and
exposing her body to a man that she met only minutes
ago. Speaking with her new modulated voice, Prissy asked
"So how far are you going?"
THE END
Waldo
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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