“Why the hell was I saying that? I never cooked anything!”
“Huh? Yeah, that sounds nice, Carter.” He raised one eyebrow and looked at me expectantly. “The place is kinda dirty, too…don’t you think? You really ought to clean up around here today.”
“What? It’s your mess, not mine! Fuck you!” I thought. Instead, the words that came out of my mouth were, “Oh, of course! I can’t believe I’ve let these dishes pile up so bad! I’ll have this place spic and span before you get back.” The look of confusion on my face must have been palatable.
“Great. Feel free to look through that box and make sure I didn’t grab any of your stuff by mistake. You can keep anything that interests you.” Daniel smiled at me deviously and turned for the door. “Have fun.”
“The hell did that mean?” I wondered disjointedly. “And why the fuck am I saying things I don’t mean to say?”
I waited in the kitchen until I heard Daniel’s car start up and then drive away. Once I was sure he’d left, I carefully went over to the box and reached inside. There, at the very bottom, was the dildo he’d shown me only a few minutes prior. My hand moved towards it, despite my mental effort not to. “Wait…what am I doing? I don’t want to touch that thing!”
A few seconds later, and it was out of the box and resting in my shaking palm.
“It’s really soft…but kind of hard at the same time,” I thought, squeezing the realistic flesh of the faux phallus. The urge to run my tongue across the small, etched slit on the tip filled me. “I wonder if…no…I really shouldn’t…that’s kind of…gay, isn’t it?”
Still, my hand was already pumping up and down on the dildo, pleasuring it just like a real cock, despite my inward reluctance not to. I felt the need to do more…like I just had to go just a little farther. “Ok. Just one little suck. Just as…an experiment. To see what it feels like,” I convinced myself.
I was only beginning to find out what I thought or wanted didn’t really matter. The subliminal messages of the CD Daniel had given me had already been activated. Now, I was at their mercy.
Timidly, I held the dildo around the base of its shaft and licked up the side of it, trying to emulate what I’d watched girls do before. The thing had no real taste at all that I could discern, and the texture was very unlike what I’d expected. A familiar swirling set loose in my belly and hot arousal coursed into my loins. I opened my mouth nervously and took the plunge; closing my lips around the head of the thick tool and giving it a gentle, satisfying suck.
“Oh, God…” I thought, as my brain turned to mush. “It feels so good in my mouth. So natural, like that’s right where it’s supposed to be.”
My poor cock was straining against my pants as dirty images began to rage through my mind. I became even more eager and bobbed my head in a steady rhythm, taking as much of the dildo in my mouth as I could. A thin coat of saliva soon covered it, which dripped down to my clutching fingers or drizzled out the corners of my mouth.
“I’m doing it, aren’t I? I’m learning how to suck a cock. I’d better do good…mmm…so I’m ready for the real thing…”
The thoughts were deeply disturbing to me but I simply could not stop them from appearing in my head or stop what I was doing. In the back of my mind I was puzzling it out, trying desperately to figure out what had happened to cause this, when it finally dawned on me.
“The CD! Daniel…he must have put something else on it!” Anger flared up within me, but my head continued to bob and my mouth continued to suck. I could feel myself losing control of my own mind and body. “He must have…figured it out…me and Laura…I…”
I pulled my mouth off the dildo and rubbed it alongside my face. The rough bristles of my beard there felt out of place, gliding like sandpaper. The angry thoughts dissipated at once and new ones emerged to take their place.
“I need to shave…I need to be silky and smooth…all over.”
After retreating to my room and removing all of my clothes, I used the electric trimmer to remove most of the hair from my chest, under my arms, and from my legs. It was somehow liberating to be free of it, but I knew the job wasn’t complete. I needed to be like the sissy girl in the video. That’s what men wanted.
“Silky and smooth. I need to make boys want me.”
I drew a hot bath and submerged myself in the sudsy water. Once the coarse hairs became soft enough, I covered my legs with shaving gel and used a razor to make them perfect. After that, I finished preparing the rest of my body. With each swipe, the razor removed another little bit of my manhood. It was a more tedious process than I would have imagined, and I gained a new appreciation for the long amount of time my past girlfriends often spent in the bath.
When I got out, I dried off and took a bottle of lotion from the counter. I filled my palms with the lavender-scented stuff and massaged it into my legs and thighs. The slick feeling of my hands gliding along my skin was wonderful; I reclined on the bed and spread out my legs, making sure to pay special attention to the newly-shaved area beneath my balls.
“That feels so amazing…this must be how girls feel…”
The thought of it sent a lurching sensation into my belly and I realized once again that I was not really in control of myself. “Why…w-why can’t I stop doing this? I…I want to stop…please…”
The tip of one of my caressing fingers bounced softly across my puckered entrance. A tingling sort of buzz rose up both thighs at the light contact. I rubbed against it again, spreading more of the creamy lotion. It was almost like having a pussy down there that I never even realized that I had. “Ahh! I like that. Why haven’t I paid attention to this spot before?” My fearful thoughts vanished at once.
Soon, a strange new desire consumed me – to be filled. My legs shook while I positioned myself on the edge of the mattress. I wiped the lotion from my hands and applied a generous dollop of slick, clear lubricant to one finger. With a deep breath, I slowly began to advance it past the outer edge of my entrance.
“Ooh, that’s really tight,” I whispered. My hole clenched around the finger in a vice-like ring, but it couldn’t stop it from advancing. The wonderful feeling of having my entrance stretched out was like a reward being given in my mind.
I withdrew my finger and swirled it across my hole, like I’d seen women do with their pussies when they played with themselves. The feeling was grand, and I again felt the pleasurable impulse of reward firing off in my brain. It shook me to my core and brought my member to a full, incredibly stiff erection.
“The more I act like a slutty little girl, the better it feels,” I concluded. On the inside, I could sense myself giggling. “Maybe I should try on some of those sexy clothes…”
I crept into the kitchen, completely nude; the whole time looking anxiously through the open windows to make sure the neighbors didn’t see me. “Damn you, Daniel…I know you did this to me,” I managed to force out between my teeth as I grabbed the box full of clothes. “I’ll figure a way out…I promise I will…”
My chance wouldn’t come today, though. For the time being, I was at the mercy of whatever crazy program Daniel had put on the subliminal CD. I had a sinking feeling a part of that included listening to it again and again to reinforce the message. If I didn’t figure a way out before he got home, I was doomed.
Back in the bedroom, I rifled through the box. There were many different styles of lovely dresses and sexy pieces of lingerie. Each and every one felt silky and light to the touch, and just the thought of encasing myself in something so wonderful caused my cock to twitch and jerk in excitement. It didn’t take long to decide on what I wanted.
I spied a dress with a checkerboard pink and white pattern across the bottom, which looked absolutely perfect. It had white straps that connected across the back and puffy, short sleeves that would sit right on my shoulders. It almost reminded me of something Little Bo Peep might wear, if she were a naughty whore instead of a character from a nursery rhyme. When I pulled it out, somethin
g heavy clunked against the cardboard box.
“What’s this?” I reached in and retrieved the object. It was a hard and made entirely of smooth, clear, durable plastic. One end of it had large double rings and the other was shaped like a small penis. On the bottom of it, there was a small brass padlock which was not secured. “I saw this…yesterday…in that video. The girl…or…or was it a guy,” I shook my head. My mind was swimming in circles. “She was wearing one these.”
“Girls don’t have cocks,” I heard myself say. “I’d better put mine in here so I don’t get tempted to touch it.”
The cage was opened and felt my erection begin to wilt slowly away. My deflated cock was fed into the hard plastic and the rings went around my sack. In no time at all, my manhood was trapped. “No…no…stop it…” I fought hard against myself not to do it, but in the end, it was just another futile attempt to rebel against the powerful programming. The padlock was snapped into place and locked with a loud click.
“There. That’s better,” I said in a girly tone and patted the plastic cage with my hand. Inwardly, I shuddered. “No more bothersome cock to get in the way.”
My attention returned to the box, which really was full of surprises. There was a bra, which I pulled on easily enough, but it didn’t quite seem to fit. The place where a girl’s breasts would sit was hollow and decidedly empty. It didn’t take long to find the half-moon pieces of silicone in the box, which I somehow immediately knew were breast forms. Once I had them in place and did a little adjusting, it felt every bit like I had two beautiful C-cups resting heavily on my chest. Even squeezing them between my fingers gave me the ethereal sensation of having real, big breasts.
“Don’t put it on…don’t…” I tried to will myself as I looked back down at the dress. It was fruitless to even try. I pulled the soft fabric up my body and pushed my arms through the tight sleeves. Once I managed to snap the back of it closed, a wonderful, fresh feeling of contentment washed through me.
“A perfect fit,” I commented in a higher pitch. Even my tone of my voice was beginning to betray me.
There was a pair of girlish white panties that looked like they would match the outfit, so I pulled those on, too. The material was cool and light against my skin.
“He set this all up,” I thought, as I rummaged through the box some more. Underneath more dresses, I found two powder-white platform shoes and some thigh-high, white stockings. I scooped them up and set about putting them on. “God damn it. He knew this would happen to me.”
If the other clothes had felt good to wear, the stockings were mind-blowingly incredible in comparison. The thin, stretchy nylon clung to my shaven legs like wearing a second layer of skin. Merely touching them brought on delicious tingles of arousal. I had to stop and gently play with my still-lubed entrance before I could even slip on the shoes, which fit perfectly, of course.
It was a little disappointing that the wig was a deep red color, as the part of me that had control felt blonde hair would match the outfit better. Still, once the wig had been arranged just right, it didn’t look so bad after all. I was becoming more like a real girl every second.
By the time I assembled the contents of the makeup kit in front of the mirror, I felt like a lost stranger in my own body. I could watch and I could feel, but nothing I did, no matter how hard I tried, would stop what was happening. Even worse, there was a new voice inside my head that was constantly trying to push me out.
“Ooh, this outfit is so cute!” the new voice thought, and then the words came out along with it. “I wonder which lipstick will go best with it?”
I watched as my fingers twisted the little gold and silver tubes, revealing the different shades of lipstick inside. There were plenty of dark reds and rusty browns. The last tube was a bright pink, which my new mind immediately decided on.
“I’ve got to…stop this…”
It didn’t take long to apply the rest of the makeup. Somehow, I just knew how to put it on properly. Perhaps the subliminal messages on the CD had taught me that, as well. Once I finished patting the last bit of powdery blush to my cheeks, I looked into the mirror and saw not myself, but a feminine, red-haired beauty staring back at me.
“God…I look… What have I done?” My cock felt like it might explode at any moment. It strained against the inflexible plastic restraints so hard that it was painful. “He’s turned me into a girl.”
As I sat in front of the mirror, both aroused and stunned at the same time by my handiwork, I heard Daniel’s car pull into the driveway outside. I wasn’t fully a girl quite yet, but that was about to change.
There was a light knock on my bedroom door.
“Carter? I think you forgot something out here,” Daniel announced. “Open the door, please.”
I struggled not to let myself move from where I was. For a moment, it appeared to work, but then the programming kicked in again and I walked over to the door and opened it. There was Daniel, holding the rubbery dildo which I’d left on the counter.
His expression quickly turned to shock as he saw what I’d become. “Wow, Carter.” His eyes greedily took me in, from the platforms and white stockings to the long locks of red hair on top of my head. “I knew that it would work, but I couldn’t have dreamed it would ever happen so fast.”
“You son of a bitch,” I mentally growled. All I wanted to do was strangle him, but my arms remained down by my sides.
“Does that mean you like it?” I said and smiled sweetly.
“Turn around. Let me see your ass.”
I promptly did as he asked, twirling around and lifting the bottom of the short dress. His hand touched the supple flesh there and gave it a firm squeeze.
“Very nice. I do like it. Didn’t I tell you that you’d make a prettier girl than those chicks in my psycho-analysis classes?” I felt myself blush at his comment and a hot rush of excitement ran into my belly. “I see you’ve even put your useless prick in the cage. You’ve taken to the subliminal commands better than I could have expected.”
“Girls aren’t supposed to have cocks, silly,” I said very matter-of-factly and then gave Daniel a little giggle. My inward thoughts were blazing with red-hot anger.
“That’s exactly right,” Daniel replied. He began to massage the growing bulge at the front of his pants. “You won’t be having any need of it again, I promise. All your cock has done is get you into trouble, anyway.”
My darkest fear had been undeniably confirmed. Daniel had known all about me and Laura, and this was his act of revenge. I absently wondered what he’d done with her when he found out. Was she also the victim of some twisted form of mind-control?
“You don’t need to worry about Laura,” he said, as if he were reading my thoughts. “She’s the least of your concerns. By now she’s on one hell of a diet. I convinced her, with a little help from another project I put together, that sperm is the only thing she can eat that doesn’t taste terrible. I’d imagine she’s been busy sucking a lot of dicks and being violated in any number of distasteful ways.”
“That sounds like fun,” I heard myself say.
Daniel laughed. “I’m glad you agree. We’re going to have quite a bit of fun ourselves.”
“Mother…fucker…” I thought fiercely, straining with all I had. “I’ll fucking kill you!” The most I could accomplish was making my arms move slightly from side to side.
“You see, at the end of a long day, all I really want is a little release. That’s what Laura was for. You took that away from me, didn’t you, Carter?”
I bowed my head shamefully. “Y-yes.”
Daniel placed his hand on my arm. “That’s ok. You’re going to help me out with that from now on. In fact, other than keeping the apartment clean, taking care of the laundry, and cooking all of my meals, the only thing you have to do is pleasure me however I say.”
“Oh…o-ok.” The words came out slowly. I was still fighting against it. Was the programming beginning to wear off?
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��You know, the more I think about it, the more I realize that you need a new name.” Daniel put his finger to his chin and puzzled. “How about…Carlie? I think that name sounds nice. What about you?”
I nodded in agreement. “I…I like it.”
“Master,” Daniel immediately corrected me. I looked at him, confused. “That’s what you’ll be calling me from now on, unless I tell you otherwise. Master. Try it again.”
“Yes…Master,” I said, my voice shaking ever so slightly.
“Very good.” Daniel brushed one hand against the side of my painted face. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his manhood. It was at least as large as the big dildo that he still held in his hand, and it was pointing stiffly out at me. “You like seeing my cock, don’t you Carlie?”
“Yes, Master.” My dick strained uncomfortably against the cage again. My body was still too far beyond my control to do anything about it. “I love seeing your cock.”
“I’m actually in need of some release right now, Carlie. I’ve been thinking about this all day and it’s really gotten me worked up, as you can tell.”
“Would you like me to suck your dick, Master?”
“Mmm,” Daniel moaned and pumped his thick cock a few times. “That sounds nice, Carlie. Get on your knees and show me how good you are at it.”
Obediently, I went to my knees on the soft carpet between my bedroom and the threshold of the living room in front of him. “Have to…make this stop…get control of myself again…” I watched in vain as my hands went up and encircled Daniel’s manhood. The pink fingernail polish I’d put on was a nice touch. My aroused, feminine mind took hold again and my combative thoughts began to wane. Soon, I felt perfectly at home as I began to jerk him off.
“Just like a girl should do for a man in need of release,” the alien, girly voice reminded me.
I leaned forward and extended my tongue. When the tip of it touched his member, I marveled at just how soft and slippery it felt. He tasted clean, almost like nothing at all. I licked at him, tracing my wet tongue up the sides and all around the head. Daniel thanked me by placing his hand atop my head.
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