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My Aunt Gave Me A New LifeMy Aunt Gave Me A New LifeAs i already wrote, my Mistress has threated to turn me into a gayshemale slut — and i’m terrified. Last night i began thinking about howthis whole thing began.We’ve lived next door to one another for years, and i’ve always admiredHer from a distance. She is beautiful! She has a small frame, 5’2″,dark hair, beautiful eyes, a dynamite little body with good size breasts,beautiful legs. i guess You can say that She was my fantasy. A numberof years ago, when they first moved in next door, She came over with herdaughter to introduce Herself to my wife and i. She wore yellow tightshort shorts with a halter type of top and my mouth just dropped anddrooled. my Wife noticed and made a joke about it later, asking if ournext door neighbor would be my new Mistress.Well, since that time my “Mistress” has gotten a divorce, Her daughterhas grown up to be a beauty herself, and i’ve grown to have just too muchtime on my hands.i work at home, so i have plenty of time to play my lingerie games whenmy Wife goes to work. She knows about my fetish for panties and femaleitems, and She tolerates it, but doesn’t encourage it. So for most ofour married years we have satisfied one another (more and moreinfrequently) in the usual borely quick missionary style and then off tosleep. At least She let me wear some panties when we made love!That’s what got me in trouble, i guess. i was wearing a pair of thosepanties the day my neighbor stopped by for some “male help.” A limb of atree had broken — not completely off — but enough to threated to breakone of Her windows. She wanted me to use a ladder, climb up and saw thelimb. i was only too happy to give Her a hand.I got everything i needed and was up the ladder doing my “duty”. i hadon a rather short pair of shorts myself, which, because of the years, hadbecome a little tight. i got the limb cut, put the ladder away, and Sheinvited me in for a cup of coffee.While we were sitting down on the couch in Her living room, She looked mestraight in the eyes and asked what color my panties were. i died! Shehad seen the clear panty line beneath my shorts and while i was comingdown the ladder She caught a glimpse of the waist band peeking above thetop of my shorts. “you’re a panty boy”, She said as She stared me down.Without saying more than another word, She kneeled in front of me andbegan opening the catch of my shorts. i was unable to move. She smiledand gave a sly laugh when She revealed a pink satin panty under myshorts. “These will have to come off,” She said as She tugged my shortsdown my legs. I was as hard as a rock and She was having a good time ofmy embarrassment.my shirt came off, too. my nipples were hard as Her delicate fingersplayed with the tips. “i think i’ve found a new play toy”, She said.She kissed me full on the lips as Her hand carressed my hard cock throughmy panties.She got up, and told me to stay there while She got Herself ready. ithought She was going to slip into something really sexy. i was gettinghot and sweaty just thinking about getting into Her pants — my fantasygirl! Suddenly, there was a click of a camera — then two — then three.She had taken a quick half a dozen pictures of me before i could coverup. “I don’t think You want to DO that,” She said. i dropped my shirtwhich i had grabbed and She told me to start playing with my cock throughmy panties.click! click! As i masturbated through my panties She began to tell mehow my life would change. “i am not interested in males,” She said. “igot rid of My last one and haven’t had a need for one since. Do you wantto know what happened to My husband?”, she asked me.”Well, SHE’S living with a pimp and earning her money off the streets. Idecided that he was a slut of a man to live with, so I used my wiles andmy charms — and a few other little surprises — and I feminized him. Infact, I’ve completely turned him into a shemale. Do you want to see apicture?” She went to a shelf and showed me some pictures of a manprogressively being changed from a male to a female. The last pictureshowed him with huge breasts, a female face stuffed with cock, and a hugecock of his own.i came in my panties as i looked at the pictures. She just laughed awicked little laugh and told me to tuck myself away and go back home.”Oh, by the way”, She added, “I’ve also got YOU on tape.” She pointedout a video camera that i hadn’t noticed pointing right me. “Go home,little boy, until I call you”, She said.She kept my shorts and my shirt and i had to slither back home hoping noone would notice me. No one did.The next day i did get a call. i was sweating things out hoping that mynew Mistress wouldn’t tell my Wife what i had done. She didn’t. “Behere in five minutes”, She told me. “Be wearing your jockey shorts andcarry over in your hand a pair of your frilliest panties.” She hung upas soon as She gave Her command.When i arrived, She chided me for not carrying the panties soanyone could them. She commanded me to strip down to my jockey shortsand stand before Her naked. She took the yellow panties i had broughtalong and played with my nipples with the material.”I want you to take off those male shorts — because you don’t deserve towear male clothing, you pussy,” She said. “What kind of male would wearpanties? you are a pitiful excuse as male and I’m going to change allthat for you.” She commanded me to strip my jockeys off and handed me ascissors. “Cut through the crotch,” She demanded. i didn’t know whatHer game was, but She was dressed so sexy in a see-through blouse –braless — short mini skirt. i did as She commanded. “Throw them awayand put your panties on, slut,” She ordered. Then as happened the daybefore i was told to mastrubate in the panties while She watched and senton my way back home.i had to repeat this process every day for the next ten days until ifinally ran out of jockeys. “you will NEVER wear male underwear again,”She told me. “Today, your training begins. We will meet for an houreach morning. I will take command of your mind and soul. your life, asyou have known it, is over. By the time I’m finished with you, you willbecome a gay shemale slave like my former husband.”i didn’t — couldn’t — believe what i was hearing. During the past tendays i have been photographed in the most compromising positions, but ihave never had sex with my Mistress. i cannot just leave because of Herproof that i had done unspeakable things. For more than ten days She hasrepeated to me over and over again that i am not a male, but a sissy,slutty shemale. She makes me repeat over and over again that i love cockand want to obey my Mistress. i am mind-numbed at what has happened.She says that by years end i will be well on my way to being like Herhusband — i will be gay, on my way to becoming a shemale — and i willbe looking for a new home.i’m a little concerned. i have never been interested in anything but aheterosexual life-style. i’ve enjoyed reading stories about how men wereforced into Gay experiences and then trapped into that life-stylepermenantly. Whenever i’ve read such stories i’ve always found myselfhard and horny — especially when the woman first feminized the male orchanged him into a shemale. That is REALLY a turn on.my Mistress has taken notice that i gravitate toward this kind offantasy. She said that She has personally transformed straight malesinto full time gay sissies and that She has determined that i am to jointhat sorority. i’m terrified.First, i don’t believe you can make someone gay — can you? She saysit’s a matter of mind-control; Her mind over mine. She has beenrepeating over and over again Her threat to make me a Gay sissy — oreven worse, a Gay shemale sissy. i’ve heard the threat enough so that ican’t stop thinking about it. Day and night the thought She has plantedin my mind is becoming an obsession. Is this what mind-control is allabout?Like the moth to the flame i can’t seem to turn away. Each time Shefeminizes me She makes me think of sucking cock and being used by a maleas a slut. Now, when i see a man i look at his bulge and wonder how fullmy mouth would be with his meat. i’ve never had thoughts like thisbefore, and now i can’t stop thinking this way.She says i’m getting closer and that i will eventually beg to be Her Gayshemale slut. i don’t want it to be this way, but i wonder what it wouldbe like. Can She really control me and change me? Will it be apermenant change like She said?i’m thinking of running away from Her, but She laughed and asked me totry. i did — but i couldn’t leave Her. She told me that She knew iwouldn’t be able to, and that my Gay days would be here before the end ofthe year.i’ve never believed that the stories were anything more than stories, buti feel trapped — seduced by my Mistress’s desires to reshape my sexualorientation.Can i get out of this, or is it too late. Help please!She asked me what i had done with all my male underwear, i told Her.Mistress Sandysmiled at me and asked, what did you tell her?i told her that i liked wearing silky things and that i got rid ofthem.What did she say about that?, asked Mistress.She told me that if that’s the way i wanted it, it would be a cold dayin hell before i gotany male underwear to put back into my drawer. Then she reminded meabout mydoctor’s appointment coming up next week. ‘You’ve got an appointmentwith Dr.Smith!’, she quipped.Who’s Dr. Smith?, asked Mistress.She’s our family doctor and i’ve got a physical coming up next week. myWife told methat since i had changed my wardrobe so dramatically, it would stay thatway. She said iwould have to go to the appointment wearing one of my daintier panties.And so you shall, stated Mistress.* * * *i had spent the first two hour of the morning, after my wife had left forwork, in MistressSandy’s house next door. As it had been for the past 12 days or so, ihave stripped downto my underwear. i only have panties now since Mistress Sandy had me cutup, one eachday until they were gone, my male jockey shorts. i didn’t have enoughpanties to replaceall the male underwear i had destroyed, so She made sure that i went toJ.C. Penny’severyday to purchase bahis siteleri one new pair of panties in my size.i’ve purchased panties — many of them — before. This was different,however. Before iwould go once or twice a year, and i was certain that any store clerk whohad helped mewould never remember who i was. Everyday Mistress made me go back to thesamestore, seek out the same young clerk to help me select my panties for theday, go to thesame cashier, and then go home. By the second day the young lady who washelping meknew fully that i was buying the panties for myself. By day four, Shewas greeting me byname before i even entered the rows that had the panties. Day six, Sheheld a pair ofpanties to my waist to make certain they would fit. my embarrassmentdeepened by theday.i finally told Her that my Mistress was making me buy panties for Her.She looked me inthe eye and said, sure! And isn’t it nice that you are both the samesize? Red is just thecolor i naturally turn now when i see my lady clerk.After i had shaved my legs — a daily routine in Mistress Sandy’sbathroom — i came outfor my daily inspection. There were no more pictures taken of meanymore. Mistresssaid She had all the pictures She needed to assure my silence. Butstill, i have the urge toget out of this twisted nightmare before i’m sucked in for good.i’ve thought about just telling my wife everything — especially sincei’ve never had sex ofany kind with Mistress Sandy. It would be far preferrable to take theembarrassment andpunishment and run before She makes me Gay. i have to repeat mysubmissive mantraan hour in Her presence — and She has me repeating it at least threemore hours duringthe day. i am not a man — i am a sissy fag — i am not a man — i am acocksucking slut –i am not a man — my pussy belongs to my Mistress — i am not a man — ilove wearingpanties. On and on it goes until all i can think about is myfeminization and slavery.Each day before i leave She chuckles and tells me that soon i will besucking cockdressed like a slutty whore. She says i will beg for it.Now you can see why i have to get out of this mess. What would happen ifHer daughterever came home and found me with Her mother? Then i would be in troublewith thepolice since Her daughter’s only 17 (at least i think She is!)my assignment today: buy a bra from my saleslady. A bra from a storei’ve NEVERdone. i’ve purchased one from mailorder, but never from the store. i amto ask for helpbeing sized and for my saleslady’s opinion as to how large the cupsshould be. i’ll do thisone last thing and then i’ll tell my wife and get out of this mess. Whata mess i’m in!i now have a new bra — “My Satin Fantasy”, it’s called. i decided theother day to get this humiliation over with since Mistress Sandy orderedme back to my saleslady to ask help to buy a bra. For two weeks now ihad to go to Penny’s to buy one pair of panties each day to replace thejockey shorts my Mistress was destroying. i had to use the same youngsaleslady each day — and by the end of the first week i couldn’t hidethe fact anymore that i was buying the panties for myself. But a bra?i saw the saleslady, a beautiful young woman in her early 20’s with agorgeous figure, and She immediately smiled and came up to me. “Well,what kind of panties do you want today, my good fairy.”my head was bowed and i told Her that i was not interested in pantiestoday, but a bra. “i need help finding out what size i wear,” i told Her– “and i need to ask You to help me determine what size cups i should bewearing.” She laughed outloud causing some other customers to look ourway.”Come right this way, sweetie, i’ve got just the bra for you,” She said.She held up a satin bra with a flower pattern on it to my chest. “Doyou want big tits or small ones?”, She asked me. i told Her i didn’tknow, that it was up to Her. “I think you’re a big tit person, aren’tyou?”, She asked. With that She gave me a DD size up. “you can takethis up to the cashier — or, do you want to wear it home?,” She quipped.i nearly died.i was sure that this was the last straw and that i would do anything toget myself out of this mess. i was going to tell me wife abouteverything. She’d be mad as hell, but at least i wouldn’t be beingblackmailed like i was now.When i got home i had a message on my phone machine. It was fromMistress Sandy instructing me to come over wearing my new bra and a pairof panties that matched the closest. She instructed me to shave my legsand “make myself pretty for Her.” What if my Wife had gotten thatmessage instead of me?, i thought. i knew i had to go over to myneighbor and straighten this fiasco out.i went over there with my new package still in my hands and no intentionof wearing it for Her. When i rang the bell, She didn’t answer directly,but i heard someone yell for me to come in. i walked in the door andlooked in the front room and no one was there. The television was on andthere on the screen was ME! She was playing the video of me masturbatinginto my panties and saying all sorts o leud things. my eyes were rivotedon the TV and i didn’t notice that someone had come into the room behindme.”Nice pictures”, She said. i swung around to see Mistress Sandy’sdaughter, Becky, standing there with very little on. She was in blackpanties, a tiny black bra which barely held Her soft breasts, blackgarter and stockings finished her ensemble. She walked straight up tome, put Her arms around me neck and began kissing me deeply. Her smallhand began to rub the bulge growing in my panties. i was in a stew –horny as hell but scared at the new twist this nightmare was taking. itried to push Her away, but She just hung on — and then without awarning She lifted Her knee briskly into my crotch. i doubled over andgrabbed my balls with a most surprised look on my face.”you asshole! Why aren’t you wearing your bra? I’d suggest you getyourself properly dressed so we can have some fun!”, She ordered.i don’t know why i did it, but i began taking off my shirt and pants, andsoon i was standing there with my new bra and white panties. Becky wasquite pleased at my behavior, and again came toward me. She began toplay with my nipples through the bra while rubbing Herself closelyagainst my body. She was intentionally turning me on to the point that icould not think straight. She was kissing me again — carressing me –pushing down on my shoulders — thrusting her panties crotch to my lips.Over the next half hour i did all sorts of delicious things to that youngbody — and then She began to do some delicious thing to mine. Sherubbed my panties until they were wet with my precum — and then Sheslipped my little dick out and began to put it into Her mouth. Sheplayed with me, bringing me to the point of climax over and over again,only to stop before i could cum.Suddenly the front door swung open — and there was Mistress Sandy.”Well, my little queer,” She said — “i see you also enjoy lesbian lust!”As hard as i was, i grew limp in only seconds. “What do you think youare doing with my daughter?”, She demanded in an angry tone.”Your daughter came on to ME!”, i countered.She walked through the room toward a door that i had not payed attentionto before — and stood by the video camera that was on.”I think you had better do what we ask, my little whore,” She said.I knew that i had been trapped for good.*****The next hour was spent repeating my mantra, blue balls and all.Mistress Sandy and Mistress Becky were talking about how their littleplan worked and how they intented to continue my feminization.my next assignment? Go back to my saleslady. Only this time i am to bewearing my yellow stretch lace panties, my new bra with two pantiesstuffed into each cup, shorts, and a thin white shirt. It’s too cold tobe wearing shorts this time of year, so i know that everyone will notice,especially since my legs are shaved smooth. And the bra! Those flowersshow through anything — especially when they are stuffed! i am to buytwo more bras, a garter belt and black nylons, some nail polish andmatching lipstick (my saleslady’s choice of colors). i am to wear putthe lipstick on and wear it home — and i am to give Mistess’s phonenumber to the saleslady so She can verify that i followed myinstructions.NOTE OF HELP FROM MY READERS: Mistress has complained that my legs arenot smooth enough. i am shaving everyday, but by the end of the day ihave a rough little stubble which She does not like. She wants me girlsmooth all the time. Any suggestions?i showed HER, i did!. She had ordered me to go back to Penny=92s to buysomemorefeminine attire — only this time She wanted me dressed in a mosthumiliating manner. iwas to be wearing my yellow stretch lace panties, a tiny pair of shorts(it was snowingtoday!), my flowery bra with each cup stuffed with two pair of panties,and a sheer whiteshirt which would clearly show off my new bra.i have to stand up for my rights!, so i didn=92t do what Mistress Sandy =andMiss Becky toldme to do. i went home, and promised to put this whole thing behind me.i didn=92t thinkthat either of my new Mistresses would have the courage to do anthingabout it. Boy, wasi wrong!*******my Wife initiated a conversation with me about my new hobby. She isworried that i nowwear nothing but panties under my clothes and that my legs are shaved(not that Sheobjects to how smooth they feel! — She told me last night that She =likedthe way our legsfeel when we intertwine in bed!)She found my bra and asked me just how far i was going to take this newlife-style. iturned a bit red and stumbled out some sort of answer that i didn=92t =know.She ended theconversation by saying that my new found hobby better not includeanything permenant,like hormones. i just laughed that one off and hoped that the subjectwould go away. ihad never THOUGHT of hormone treatments before — and then i thoughtabout thepictures that Mistress Sandy had shown me of Her feminized husband.********Yesterday was Friday and after my bath and shave i meandered next doordressed in mypink panties, my flowery bra, and my male outerwear. i was met at thedoor by MissBecky who greeted me by grabbing at my crotch to make canlı bahis sure there werepanties undermy slacks. But more than grab, She kissed me full on the mouth, forcingmy lips openwhile She gave my mouth a tongue-bath.Mistress Sandy came in to see us carressing and asked, =93how did yourshopping trip goyesterday?=94i stumbled a bit and mumbled that =93i didn=92t know=94 when She =interrupted meand orderedme to strip down to my female attire. i slipped out of my male clothingand stood there inmy panties and bra and She asked me to =93go on with my story!=94i immediately began making some sort of lame excuse when She confrontedme with thefact that She had been to Penny=92s and had talked with my saleslady =onlyto find i had notbeen there. =93Why?=94, She demanded to know. i told Her that =93i =just can=92tDO that kind ofthing — and what=92s more, i WON=92T do that kind of thing!=94 =That=92s whenmatters becamea little roudy.She had a riding crop in Her hand and began beating the hell out of me.i was told not tomove, but to bend over with my ass high in the air so that She couldproperly punish me.i don=92t know why i did it, but i received well over 50 smacks with Herriding crop. i wasin a lot of pain and was begging for mercy when Miss Becky came to myaid.She begged Her mother to give Her a try at convincing me to do things =Herway.Mistress Sandy looked at me with a cruel sneer and hit me in the face.=93You had betterlisten to my daughter. I expect you to do only what i demand — even ifthat means goingto the store bare-ass nakekd.=94 She went on and on, and finally left =mein the room alonewith Miss Becky.Miss Becky came close and began to gently carress my pantied rear whichwas quite asight with welts and bruises. =93My mother only wants you to have =fun!=94,She told me.Why don=92t you just do what She asks you to?=94=93i just CAN=92T,=94 i told Her. She said She understood and began to =getintimate with meagain. Her fingers began to toy with my nipples as Her mouth closed inon mine. Herfree hand massaged my now hard cock through my panties and soon She hadme hotterthan a bonfire.She asked me in between kisses if Her friend could come in and join inthe fun. i was soturned on and hot that i would have agreed to anything. Miss Becky wascertainly thebest part of this whole twisted arrangement — and was She ever sexy. idon=92t know howShe disrobed, but all i know is that She was now wearing only the =laciestpair of pantiesi=92ve ever seen. Her pussy was shaved clean and Her perky nipples wereaching to bekissed and suckled. i was in heaven.i noticed that suddenly there was another set of hands playing with me.my panties werelowered and a head with a lovely mane of hair lowered itself to my cock.She took myhard cock deep into Her mouth while Miss Becky continued to tease everyerotic part ofmy body. Every time i was near to cumming, the lovely woman on my cockwould easeup. i was begging for relief, promising to do anything if only She =wouldlet me cum.=93Anything?=94, asked Miss Becky coyly. i begged Her to bring me off =andagain promisedthat i would do anything She or Her mother would make me do. The newlady let go ofmy cock and began to disrobe. Her tits were large, but her figure wasnothing to comparewith Miss Becky=92s. She did have curves, but not like most sexy women.Soon this newlady was down to nothing but her panties. She turned her back to me andslowly slitheredout of her panties wiggling her smooth ass. Miss Becky began to nibblemy cock andpushed me on my back while the new lady came close. i looked up and sawa large cock,hard and shiny coming toward my face. =93It=92s time you met my =daddy!=94,said Miss Becky.Her dad straddled my chest, pinning me down while Miss Becky continued =tofondle mynow half-limp cock.Mistress Sandy=92s voice all of a sudden stole my attention. =93It=92s =time totake the next step,michelle. you KNOW you want to do it. Just look at that cock — feel =itagainst your lips– feel how smooth it feels on your cheeks — you KNOW you want it,michelle. you=92remy little cocksucker, aren=92t you? =93 Her voice combined with Miss =Becky=92sarousingattention was hypnotic in its affect. i had to do as She commanded. iopened my lips,and began to take my first taste of cock.=93Suck it — that=92s right! lick the end, my dear. you=92re a =cocksuckernow, michelle. MYcocksucker. i=92ve turned you into a fag — and now you=92re on your =way tobecoming mynew shemale slut! Go on, cocksucker, make my husband cum!=94 i was madwith desireand was trying anything to make him cum deep inside my mouth. He did.**********Mistress Sandy allowed me to fuck Her daughter. Everything has beentaped, includingmy cocksucking session with Her former sissy husband. On Monday, i willbe going on ashopping trip WITH Mistress Sandy and Miss Becky. And, oh yeah! Theygave me myfirst vitamins!daddy forced her tongue into my mouth and began grinding her cock into =mystomach. It grew — and while he played with my nipples my resistancesimply melted away. Mistress Sandy began telling us what to do.”michelle, take your panties down so daddy can get a better look at yourpussy!”, She said. i foundf myself lowering my panties and soon we werein a 69 position each satisfying the other.”daddy, it’s time to show michelle what every girl needs to learn,” saidMistress. With that, i was led to the bed, my wrists were tied to thecorners with me laying on my stomach. daddy placed a pillow under me =andi felt my ass being lubricated. i knew what was happening, and i knewalso that i was powerless to stop it.daddy was gentle, but the first entry hurt like hell. Soon he waspounding away at my new pussy, while Mistress continued Her chant of =whata little cocksucking slut i had become. he came in my ass while i criedin pain. “you’ll never be a man again,” said Mistress.With the several hours over, Mistress Sandy gave me some pills to takethat night, reminded me to be at Her house at 8:00 sharp in the morning,and sent me back to my Wife — all made up and this time “skirted”. Shekept my pants, filled out my bra with water filled condoms, put a sheerblouse on me with a matching mini-skirt. i was still wearing my maleshoes so i made quite the sight.As soon as i walked out the door, Mistress called my Wife and told Her ineeded help at the door. As soon as i was about to open the door,(hoping my wife would be somewhere else in the house), it opened and myWife just stared at me opened mouthed. “Get the hell OUT of here”, Sheyelled at me, slamming the door. i pleaded with Her through the door tolet me in. She didn’t. So i went back to Mistress’s house — but Shetoo would not open up for me. “Tomorrow morning at 8:00, dear”, Sheyelled.i was in a mess with no place to sleep, no keys for any car since mypants were still in my Mistress’s house, and it was cold. “you can comehome with me,” a voice said behind me. i turned to see daddy standingthere smiling at me. i had no choice. As i sat down in his car, myskirt climbed up revealing a peek of my panties. “We’re going to havesuch fun,” he said — i’ve got so much to teach you.”my Wife asked me what was wrong. i guess i had been moping most of theday because of what Miss Becky made me do with “daddy”. Mistress Sandyhad forcefully feminized Her husband some time ago after he had steppedout on their marriage. Through chemicals and psychological training Shehad succcessful turned him into a shemale slut and then She threw him =outof the house. As a final gesture of humiliation, She had him retain thename, “daddy”. i met daddy last Friday — intimately so. i got to =tastehis cock and cum and he had a ball with mine. The only good thing aboutour last meeting was that Mistress Sandy allowed me to fuck Her =daughter.While i was still in a dizzy state of mind, they fed me my firstvitamins and sent me on my way back to my wife next doof.No wonder my Wife wonders if something’s wrong. “i’m just preoccupied,dear,” i told Her. She tells me that She’s worried and that it’s a goodthing i’ve got my doctor appointment this week. O my God! i forgot!How can i go to our lady doctor with my legs and body shaved, wearingpanties (since that is all i now owned), and my toenails painted. Nowi’ve got THAT to worry about.********Mistress Sandy called my house and asked my Wife if She could borrow mefor a few hours this afternoon (it’s Sunday). my Wife was only too =happyto comply, thinking it would take whatever was bothering me off my mind.”Sandy told me to make sure you wear the proper clothes, whatever thatmeans!”, She yelled at me from across the house.i meekly showed up at my Mistress’s House in my dainties. “Open wide”,She said as i received my daily dosage of vitamins.”Please, Mistress, You can’t do this to me,” i begged. “my Wife willLEAVE me if i begin taking these pills. She’s warned me about hormones.This is going too far.”Mistress Sandy sneered at me. “you no longer HAVE a wife,” She said.”you belong only to Me now — to me and my daughter. Besides, what =woulda shemale slut like you want with a wife? you’re going to have a bodythat needs to belong to a real MAN! I hate to tell you this, michelle,but until i divorce you, you belong to ME now.”i was trapped! If i told my wife what was happening now, She would =leaveme. If i DIDN’T tell Her, i would still lose Her. i was being slowlytransformed by my next door neighbor and Her vixon of a daughter — i =hadalready become a cocksucker, like they had promised — and there was noway to turn back the clock.For the next hour Mistress Sandy worked in earnest to get me ready forMonday’s shopping trip. She spent a lot of time on my hair and face,thinning my eyebrows to a most feminine line. my hair was cut and setinto a very unisex style — and then She put some makeup on my face.”You will have a hard time removing that”, She said. “It’s a permenanttype of makeup — try to explain THAT to your former wife!”i jumped up and got a towel to try and wipe it off, but it stayed put.Some smeared a bit and, after i recovered from the several slaps She =gaveme, She repaired the damage. “Let’s see if my little sissy can put Hernew lips to good use,” She said. güvenilir bahis “O daddy! Would you come in here?”daddy came in, wearing only a sheer babydoll nightie with no panties.her huge breasts, must have been 40 DD, bounced playfully as she cameinto the room. her legs were lovely and so smooth. her face, while itwasn’t the most feminine, was not bad looking. “Do i get to play withmichelle somemore?”, daddy asked.daddy came to me and straddled my lap, while beginning to play with mynipples. i don’t know why they have to be the most sensitive part of =me.”Pretty soon you’ll have big titties just like me,” said daddy. “Andjust like me, pretty soon you’ll just love playing all the games thatyour new Mistress will have you playing.”(Get Next Article Segment)————————————————————————-=i spent the night with daddy, Mistress Sandy’s ex-husband whom She turnedinto ashemale who must now live off the street. After femininzing me andhumiliating meMistress Sandy finally sent me home, but only after calling my wife tomake sure Shewould be meeting me at the door. When my wife saw me fully made upwearing a sheerblouse and mini skirt, She threw me out. i begged Mistress to let meback in, but Sherefused. daddy, who had fucked my ass just a little while before wasonly too happy totake me to his house.his apartment is in the seedy side of town where daddy gets his work. heworks the littledirty bars and 25 cent peek shows to make a living. On good days he maypull in $100,but most of the time it’s less than $25.Making sure that i took my vitamins before i went to bed, daddy told methat i couldshack up with him for awhile and that he would be happy to show me theropes. Maybe ifthe two of us worked together we our eek out a better living. Clothingand lingerie, afterall, cost money. i cried myself to sleep on a smelly mattress sleepingnext to daddy. helet me wear one of his prettier nighties.**********i called my wife to see if She would listen to some reasoning and let meback home. Shetold me that Mistress Sandy had brought Her some tapes to view — tapesof memasturbating into my panties, of me screwing Miss Becky, and of me givinga blow job todaddy and then being fucked in the ass by daddy. She demanded a divorceand hung upthe phone.**********Miss Becky knocked on daddy’s door and gave him a big hug. She came upto me and,giving me a big kiss, told me that i should look better than i did if iwanted to goshopping with Her and Mother. So She took me back to daddy’s closet andselected alittle sundress for me to put on over my panties and bra. i wore agarter and stockings,and my feet were cramped into a pair of daddy’s high heels. Miss Beckymade up myface in a real slutty fashion with bright red lipstick, dark mascara andeye makeup. Shetook my hand helping me to balance in my new shoes and shooed me out thedoor.We met Mistress at the mall where the first stop was to the beauty shopto get a workover.i had my legs waxed (did that hurt!), my hair colored and permed, newnails put on, andmy face done up professionally (to look like a whore!). i next went toget my ears triplepierced — and then we were off to get me my first female wardrobe. ihad to tryeverything on at the store, including a bathing suit and exerciseleotards. Mistress spentwell over $500 on me, telling me that this was a gift for all the troubleShe got me into.“I told you that i was going to turn you into my newest shemale slut,”Mistress told me,“and I have. Look at you! you look more female than male — you’re on astrict scheduleof female hormones — you’ve become a cocksucker and you’ve taken it upyour ass –you’ve been kicked out of your house by your wife who’s running todivorce you — andyou’re living with a shemale who pimps herself off the streets for aliving.”“You MADE me that way,” i told Mistress. “If it wasn’t for Your daughterseducing meinto making love with Her — being u******e and all — i wouldn’t be inthis mess.”“u******e?”, piped Miss Becky. “You thought i was u******e? Mommy,should weinvite the fag to my 20th birthday party next week? Maybe we could dresshim up niceand pretty and make him be the maid for our party!”i couldn’t believe what i had heard. i had been lurred and trapped bytwo cunning andbeautiful women. “Why me?”, i asked them?“Because you were so vulnerable,” Mistress Sandy replied. “When i foundout you worewomen’s clothing — O yes!, I’ve seen you through the window of your homeas youstared out wearing your wife’s lingerie! I decided that you would be oneof my finestvictims!”“But what am i to do? What’s going to become of me?”, i asked.“I told you that you would become a shemale, and that you will. Hormonesare only thebeginning. By year’s end you will have breast implants and augmentationsurgery tomake you unmistakeably female — other than your cock, mind you. youwill live withdaddy for the next six months and he will teach you how to be a properslut. You willlearn to suck cock and worship cock until it becomes second nature toyou. i will makeyou the perfect shemale whore — and then when you are properly trained,i will see you.”“Sell me?”“Yes, my dear! Unless you want to walk away from us right now!”Where could i go? i had no place to live — i was dressed like a sluttywhore with no otherclothing to wear. i had no money, and my self-confidence had beencompletely shattered.i looked in a mirror on the wall — my tears were making my mascara run.Miss Beckycame over, kissed my cheek and took my hand, and i followed Her to my newlife.Why didn’t someone help me when i asked? It only took two weeks to turna man into awhore.Mistress Sandy’s ex-husband whom She turnedinto ashemale who must now live off the street. After femininzing me andhumiliating meMistress Sandy finally sent me home, but only after calling my wife tomake sure Shewould be meeting me at the door. When my wife saw me fully made upwearing a sheerblouse and mini skirt, She threw me out. i begged Mistress to let meback in, but Sherefused. daddy, who had fucked my ass just a little while before wasonly too happy totake me to his house.his apartment is in the seedy side of town where daddy gets his work. heworks the littledirty bars and 25 cent peek shows to make a living. On good days he maypull in $100,but most of the time it’s less than $25.Making sure that i took my vitamins before i went to bed, daddy told methat i couldshack up with him for awhile and that he would be happy to show me theropes. Maybe ifthe two of us worked together we our eek out a better living. Clothingand lingerie, afterall, cost money. i cried myself to sleep on a smelly mattress sleepingnext to daddy. helet me wear one of his prettier nighties.**********i called my wife to see if She would listen to some reasoning and let meback home. Shetold me that Mistress Sandy had brought Her some tapes to view — tapesof memasturbating into my panties, of me screwing Miss Becky, and of me givinga blow job todaddy and then being fucked in the ass by daddy. She demanded a divorceand hung upthe phone.**********Miss Becky knocked on daddy’s door and gave him a big hug. She came upto me and,giving me a big kiss, told me that i should look better than i did if iwanted to goshopping with Her and Mother. So She took me back to daddy’s closet andselected alittle sundress for me to put on over my panties and bra. i wore agarter and stockings,and my feet were cramped into a pair of daddy’s high heels. Miss Beckymade up myface in a real slutty fashion with bright red lipstick, dark mascara andeye makeup. Shetook my hand helping me to balance in my new shoes and shooed me out thedoor.We met Mistress at the mall where the first stop was to the beauty shopto get a workover.i had my legs waxed (did that hurt!), my hair colored and permed, newnails put on, andmy face done up professionally (to look like a whore!). i next went toget my ears triplepierced — and then we were off to get me my first female wardrobe. ihad to tryeverything on at the store, including a bathing suit and exerciseleotards. Mistress spentwell over $500 on me, telling me that this was a gift for all the troubleShe got me into.“I told you that i was going to turn you into my newest shemale slut,”Mistress told me,“and I have. Look at you! you look more female than male — you’re on astrict scheduleof female hormones — you’ve become a cocksucker and you’ve taken it upyour ass –you’ve been kicked out of your house by your wife who’s running todivorce you — andyou’re living with a shemale who pimps herself off the streets for aliving.”“You MADE me that way,” i told Mistress. “If it wasn’t for Your daughterseducing meinto making love with Her — being u******e and all — i wouldn’t be inthis mess.”“u******e?”, piped Miss Becky. “You thought i was u******e? Mommy,should weinvite the fag to my 20th birthday party next week? Maybe we could dresshim up niceand pretty and make him be the maid for our party!”i couldn’t believe what i had heard. i had been lurred and trapped bytwo cunning andbeautiful women. “Why me?”, i asked them?“Because you were so vulnerable,” Mistress Sandy replied. “When i foundout you worewomen’s clothing — O yes!, I’ve seen you through the window of your homeas youstared out wearing your wife’s lingerie! I decided that you would be oneof my finestvictims!”“But what am i to do? What’s going to become of me?”, i asked.“I told you that you would become a shemale, and that you will. Hormonesare only thebeginning. By year’s end you will have breast implants and augmentationsurgery tomake you unmistakeably female — other than your cock, mind you. youwill live withdaddy for the next six months and he will teach you how to be a properslut. You willlearn to suck cock and worship cock until it becomes second nature toyou. i will makeyou the perfect shemale whore — and then when you are properly trained,i will see you.”“Sell me?”“Yes, my dear! Unless you want to walk away from us right now!”Where could i go? i had no place to live — i was dressed like a sluttywhore with no otherclothing to wear. i had no money, and my self-confidence had beencompletely shattered.i looked in a mirror on the wall — my tears were making my mascara run.Miss Beckycame over, kissed my cheek and took my hand, and i followed Her to my newlife.Why didn’t someone help me when i asked? It only took two weeks to turna man into awhore.

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