Live Performance at Oasis: Sissification at CFNM

It tugs at you. You flush red when the thoughts sneak in. You walk by certain shop windows a little slower. You imagine what it would be like to be her. To feel the softness and restriction of feminine clothing, to be sensual, provocative, slutty. If only you had the permission.


TOMORROW NIGHT! Come to Oasis Aqualounge to watch Miss Violet and I perform a live sissification at the Clothed Female Nude Male event. Men and couples are $60, women are free. Tickets can be purchased at the door. The night begins at 8, and we are on stage at 1030. Enjoy the outdoor heated pool, hot tub, sauna and kinky fun. This event is great for beginners who have always wanted to know more about being a sissy. If you want to meet Miss Violet and I in a relaxed and discreet environment, this is your chance.

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Yes the scene plays over in my mind too.

Being a sissy doesn’t make you a woman. It doesn’t make you a man. A sissy is just what we make her. The corset laces tight, the stockings glide over, the makeup dusts on, and finally, the wig sits snug and changes the shape of your face and décolletage. Try on the heels. They change the way you carry yourself – your legs lengthen, your derrière is more pronounced, your back straightens and your chest lifts. Head high, shoulders back. Don’t worry, you won’t have to walk very far, in fact crawling is better. Just come over here where I have a …surprise for you.

Sissy Saline Inflation

The team of specialists have decided that it is time.

The shiver of steel sliding under you skin, the sting of the drip flowing into you, a slow but steady rise, the body blooms under my control. The maze of tubes, bags, and drips, the clinical precision I take when administering a true transformation, the antiseptic smell, it overwhelms your senses and you know that in this moment, bound to this chair, there is nothing you can do but accept the changes you have been deemed fit to undergo.

You stay put, and I’ll take care of everything. Clothes help structure, cinch, and shape you into a pleasing form. Paint, powder and a wig change the contours of your face. High shoes help you sit elegantly. The bondage is necessary to stop you squirming, as movement hinders progress as it were.

The salt water stings a little as I massage it to form the ideal shape, a reminder that something remarkable is happening. You can’t escape it. Look down. Your breasts are filling out that bra you always kept in your drawer. There is a true sissy in the mirror.

I am trained to administer saline inflation to the chest and scrotum. Marks are minimal, and there is a tiny amount of fluid seepage after the procedure, which is generally caught by the small round bandage that covers the incision mark. All equipment is single use and sterile. After the procedure, reabsorption takes a couple of hours after the tourniquet is removed depending on your hydration level, and is body safe.

Sessions involving saline infusion must be booked at least 1 week in advance, with a small deposit for materials, and for returning patients only. Minimum length for a saline session is 2 hours. Ensure that you are well-rested, hydrated, and nourished before your saline inflation transformation.

This scene was realized with my sadistic sister, Ms Violet Mays.

Ballad of the Sissy Slut

I found a sissy by surprise

Trying on my best thigh highs

“You thieving bitch!” I said to him,

“Get on the floor. Obey my whims.”

So he did, his satin creased

I perked his bum up, hot and greased

I laughed to see his clit a-throbbing

Dribbling juice, the tip a-bobbing

“What a nasty slut you are

But just obey and you’ll go far.”

Cue the music, hit the lights

Disgusting fun all day all night

Rope and sounding, CBT

Ball gags, clamps, tongue on my feet

My needs first, never yours

The thief found snooping through my drawers

Silky sissy frilly slut

Clips and zips, all buttoned up

And your butt your butt your butt your butt

Dressed like that you’re going to get what…you deserve

When I’m through, and you are too,

Have an oily rag to wipe up your goo

Stumble out of my house to the harsh daylight

Panties in pocket, feeling tight

People point and laugh and stare

They know about your underwear

Wobble home on shoes too high

Lube still dribbles down your thigh

Dirty, greedy, hungry frill

You’ll be back – you know you will.

The Ultimate Sissy Slut Training: Part 4 of 4

The fourth and final installment of this sweet and slutty girl’s transformation is here. I am thrilled with the positive feedback I’ve had from posting this story up, and I welcome comissions from any of you filthy-minded readers who have fantasies they want brought to life in technicolour.

When we left off last time, Alice had been trussed up in frills and splattered with make up. A little hole training got her prepped for what awaits behind the big dark door.


Your eyes can’t adjust to the darkness in the room, you can really feel your new body pressed against your new clothes. There is movement around you, a shifting of air in the undefined space. You’re not sure why you’re breathing hard; it must be because you trust that I have a very special treat in store for you. You feel my gloved hand around your slim girly wrist, tugging you further into the room. Yes there is definitely a sense of presence here, that intuition that somebody is behind you, and maybe even either side of you. The subtle noises of shifting, breathing, flexing.

Little one, you don’t know what you’re in for.

I grip your wrists behind you and pull you down, with a knee in your back. All the way down, Alice, right onto the floor. Can you smell the soap on the tiles? They’ve been well used, for unsuspecting victims such as yourself. We take hygiene very seriously, so we must wash everything thoroughly when our games are done. My knee crunches down on your spine, and you twist away. You’re not used to your body yet though, those huge boobs bouncing all over the place, your slim thighs much weaker than they used to be. And being trapped in latex doesn’t make movement very natural in any case. You can’t escape. Your senses are on red alert but the best you can do is squirm about uselessly under my weight.

Pressure on your neck. Pressure on your arse. There are hands and feet and knees pushing down on you from everywhere. The air is close. Unseen hands grope and probe you, take liberties with your flesh. Long fingernails graze your breasts, pinching the nipples hard. You go to cry out, but when you open your mouth it’s filled with something hard – yet giving – and warm. Someone’s cock is in your mouth. Yes darling, the moment you’ve feared and dreamed of, being stuffed with a thick dick, is finally here. “Suck,” I breathe into your ear.

You obey like the good whore I’d hoped you really were. You guzzle it down, and it quickly passes the tight part of your throat. A sissy little reflexive gag, that’s good, extra lube for that powerful cock sliding down your throat. You take it like it’s your favourite treat, trying to gulp as much of the meat into your drooling, greedy gob as you can handle. The sounds you’re making make it clear that he is not being gentle with you, fucking your head, using your hole for his sadistic pleasure. He grows harder and harder inside of you, his thrusting more urgent. You can hear him breathing heavily, pulling your hair like he’s on a pony ride. Three hard pushes and he blows, filling your mouth with the bitter salt boy taste. When it hits the back of your passage you choke a tiny bit and dribble the cum onto your knees. So sweet. Good girl. He wipes his softening dick on your cheek as a token of approval.

We need to save your energy for what is to come. A dozen pairs of hands take a hold of a piece of you and lift you up into the air. Rope snakes across your limbs, over your breasts, between your legs, friction burns on your lovely new flesh. The rope bites tightly, and the hands are harsh. Some slap you, scratch you, pinch you unkindly. Your limbs bend at strange angles, leaving your exposed in a predicament. You are off the ground and you spin freely through the air, prodded and pushed around. You are a piece of meat, dangling. Your arse is out, perched up so everyone can get to it, stuff it with fingers, fists, dildos, and incredible cocks. My army of gang bangers is a sight to be seen, if only you could. Highly trained for endurance and wicked creativity, and most importantly, no mercy.

This is why you came here, isn’t it? To get fucked until you pass out? Until you die? They don’t report the stories of the people who get gangbanged to death.

Lube drizzles down your crack. It’s cold and slippery, and you know just what it’s for. It’s a kindness bestowed upon you, because we are used to using spit as lube on our victims. It feels like there’s a pint of lube being dumped into your asshole, filling you up with all that slippery goodness. We want a nice slick hole to pry open, and we’re going to try a new game. We want to see how many people can put things in you at once. So here we go. Just remember to breathe, Alice, we don’t want you passing out when the first fist or two force into you.

A little finger wiggles in, gently, like a friendly caterpillar. It’s warm and wet inside your hole, the perfect climate for stretching. Another finger, someone else’s. Another, and then a few more, and that makes six or seven. Pulling at you from all sides so that your hole is nice and wide, and in slides the vibrator. Feels good humming in you, buzzing against your flesh. It’s so lovely to feel you relax into the sensation, give in to it. More lube, always more. There’s a tank of it in the back, so we won’t be running out of it soon. Another vibrator, so that’s two toys and a whole lot of fingers, all exploring, widening, deepening you. Your cock is drooling, pressing up against your little panties. Another dildo fits in easily. You are so wet. You buck and writhe in the rope bondage, moaning. You want that fist, it’s obvious. Let’s get all of those things out of you, make room for the big one. Vibrators fall to the floor, fingers pop out, and you hear the snapping of surgical gloves.

Three fingers slide in effortlessly, then a fourth joins, and you’re being fucked slowly with four fingers. You feel the thumb slip in, oh that makes a difference, feel that hand making circles, going in deeper with each sensual twist. There is a sucking sound as your arse engulfs the hand up to the wrist, and it can plunge in and out at leisure. Surely this is by far the largest thing you’ve had inside of you. This is your life now, Alice, a busy schedule of fucking and fisting.

You feel a second hand creeping in to join the other in a position of prayer, palms together, forcing into your gaping asshole. Gasping, squelching, impossible. Your body convulses and spasms as the invasive hands push and pull inside you, thrusting deeper and harder every time. You are crying out in pain and pleasure, a confused and potent cocktail of chemicals turning your brain to mush. It feels like it’s never going to end, then the fists finally slow and then stop. Slowly, you feel them slip out slowly like a never-ending dick, and when the last pinky has removed itself, you are lowered back onto the floor, deflated, sweat-drenched, used. The cool, clean tiles are a relief for your hot flesh. The ropes unravel and you fold into a fetal position. The warm-up is complete.

A familiar hard warmth nudges your lips, and you reflexively open. A slim strap-on, almost comforting, explores your abused mouth. Hands push your huge firm breasts together, squeezing, oiling them up, pushing them together to form a valley to be fucked. Every fold and hole in your body belongs to my army of cocks and dildos. We have not forgotten your freshly prepared asshole. You feel pressure at the entrance, like the two fists are finding their way back in. Firm, rough hands pick up your slim girlish legs and the thickest dick you’ve ever taken forces its way inside you. Your left hand holds a cock and your right is working on my pussy, sliding in and out of my wetness. Your mouth, your tits, both hands, and your asshole, all filled, airtight. The smell of sweat and cum is heavy in the air, the sound of sliding slapping flesh, hot panting breath, grunts, moans, and your gagged cries.

Cum on your belly, then suddenly on your chin, followed quickly by a huge squirt of jizz down your throat, which you can barely choke down in time. There is so much that it spills out of your mouth, trickling down into your hair. The giant in your arse lifts you up, holding your body up off the ground, slam fucking you without mercy. You are the fuckdoll. Cum lands on you from all directions – orgasms in the dark. The monster dick in your backdoor is getting harder and is moving faster, other people’s cum acting as lube. He gives a shuddering roar and explodes his load inside of you.

Hands everywhere. Water on your body. Soft towels, gentle touch. We scrub you down, Alice, clean you up, buff and polish that baptized flesh.

Get your dress zipped up, shoes fastened, collar secure.

A small door opens up, the daylight absolutely blinding. Somebody slides something small and papery into your bra, and you are pushed out into the big bright world.

The Ultimate Sissy Slut Training: Part 3 of 4

This is a fantasy of a man undergoing complete physical transformation, dressing up, and slut training. You go on a journey where you take cock, eat cum, and get double fisted. Enjoy.

Part 2 trailed off with a good dose of sweet humiliation and invasive, penetrating surgery to transform you into what the slut always craved to be.


The sweat is trickling down your body, the closeness of rubber and the anticipation of a good fucking are a heady cocktail. I peel the latex up so that your bottom is fully exposed, the little slit in your panties winking up at me, inviting my fingers to come have a dip. You’re a tempting lay, and if I didn’t have higher standards I would gladly plunge into you until you engulfed my hand up past the wrist. I must stay on track with the task at hand. You might look pretty but you’re far off from convincing anyone. So with a light smack on your bum, I cover you up again with your itty bitty dress.

Crawl to me, wiggle those hips when you move towards the makeup chair, give me your best kitty cat impression. You are here for my amusement, let’s not forget. Every move you make is to please Me. you are my little doll; your tits, your arse, your mouth, everything you are belongs to me. Make me proud, slut.

You clamber up onto the chair and allow me to fasten your wrists, ankles, and neck into place with leather restraints. You seem to think that if you go with the flow of my games, I will be easy on you later. Not likely. You are strapped firmly into the chair, and I bend down and open up a little hatch in the seat, positioned exactly where your asshole is. Your dress has pulled up since you’re sitting down, and that gap in your panties gives me perfect access to your little hole. I graze it lightly with my fingernail and you sigh, and the muscle twitches.

I consider my options. The lube is in the next room, and I want to fill you up now, not later. I stand up to face you. “Open that mouth,” I snap, “open up that wet gob.” I push my fingers past your lips and slide over your tongue, getting them good and soaked with your spit. You suck them greedily, desperately, like they are your boyfriend’s cock when he knows you’ve been out getting fucked by anyone with half a hard on and you want to stay in his good books. Silly whore. I slap your face hard and smear your own saliva over your face. I lift your face up delicately, and then spit forcefully in your open mouth. It dribbles down your chin. No fun in making you pretty if I can’t mess you up a little first.

In a drawer at the dresser there is a neat row of silicone buttplugs, lovingly arranged in size. I hover over them, deciding whether I want to give you an easy start or a painful challenge. I end up in the middle, picking out a plug with a very flared base that narrows sharply at the end. Perfect for holding it in place.

“Open that slut hole again. This can’t very well go in dry, can it?”

“uh-uh” you say, because that’s all you can manage with your mouth hanging open like that.

I push it into your mouth, gagging you with the size and girth of the rubber plug. Good pig, take it all. Get it dripping wet for me, get all that spit all over it. I pop it out again, and it’s shining, lubed up for your hole. You are panting with exertion, excitement, and embarrassment. I crouch down to the gap in the chair, and carefully nudge the nose into your brown flower. it gives easily. “Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” I muse, pushing the plug further into your ass, which is expanding with impressive speed.

“Mistress, I did some exercises before…” you pause to moan as your ass engulfs the entire toy, and it closes in on the tight end, “before I came to see You.”

“What a diligent slut you are, getting all primped and fluffed for me.” I give the plug another little push, just to hear you squeal.

Now you really are ready. I swivel your chair round to the makeup mirror, and place a metal restraint pad on each side of your head, so you won’t move in any irritating ways. Perfect, and still.

First, moisturizer, to keep you young darling. Then I brush an even layer of foundation over your whole face to even you out, because nobody’s perfect. Some natural toned eyeshadow for those peepers, contoured and shaded with my soft brushes, and a line of luscious false lashes to really make everything pop. Let’s get those new lips lined with a deep pink liner, and fill it in with a silky lipstick, and go over with a high-shine gloss. A little blush, a dash of bronzer, and a dusting of translucent powder over everything to set the look. You’re gorgeous and nearly ready to fuck.

But something is still odd, apart from your twitching, dribbling cock. Ah yes, the hair. The dyke look really doesn’t suit you, sweetheart. What shall we make you? A raven-haired beauty? A fiery redhead? A cheeky brunette? A fun blonde? Or something wild and punked out? I think I’m in the mood for a blonde to push around. Now the cut is important, because it’s got to flatter your jaw line and make you as passable as possible, despite your recent surgery. I scan the shelf above the mirror, and my eye lands on a mid length piece with soft curls and a sideswept fringe.

As I place this wig on you, Alice comes to life in front of my eyes. You smile shyly as I arrange the curls on your shoulders, a lock straying over your breast.

Tiny diamond studs in your ears, little stars for my beauty.

Restraints and cuffs come off, and it’s time for your debut. Can you walk nicely with that plug between your rosy cheeks? Hmm, a little awkward but you will receive the finest and strictest training from me. The mirror shows you your new, completely transformed self. You touch yourself in awe, your lovely body and perfect face.

“Come on Miss Alice, I’d like to show you off now.”

We walk out of the transformation chamber, down a narrow hall, and through a large heavy door, and into complete darkness.

The Ultimate Sissy Slut Training: Part 2 of 4

This is a fantasy of a male  undergoing complete physical transformation, dressing up, and slut training. You go on a journey where you take cock, eat cum, and get double fisted. Enjoy.

Part 1 of this story ended with you shivering and exposed under my scrutiny, awaiting assesment for full surgical sissification.


We left off with me pulling at your underwear, exposing you and then pushing the material right up tight against your cock so you could get your kicks from the pressure of the fabric, get you off with a square of cotton. You’re so easy to get wet. All I have to do is press your boy panties onto your hard-on with the tiniest firmness, and you’re moaning and panting like a college virgin.

“Clothes off. Everything off. Quickly, boy. Not just thrown over the chair like that, *fold* them.” You scurry to neaten up and then I lift your chin up with my satin-gloved hands, “Have some respect for yourself. Show me that you think you’re worth my attention,” I say smugly, since we both know that you aren’t really. I like you like this, naked, nervous, in my hands.

But we have a lot of work to do to get you ready for the assfucking I’m going to give you. I only fuck pretty girls. lucky for you there’s not a lot of hair on you or else somebody would need a full-body shave. So we’d better get you dressed up, hadn’t we.

My closet is as big as a banquet hall. Dresses on hangers bulge out wall-to-wall of silk, lace, tulle, leather, velvet, brocade, and all the luxurious fabrics from the exquisite hidden corners of the world. A princess would sweat with envy. A vast library of high-heeled shoes dominates the opposite wall, from tiny satin pumps to generously sized PVC thigh-highs. I wonder which ones you’ll get to choose. A gleaming makeup station shimmers with powders, creams and tinctures, and a neat row of wigs on mannequins runs above the vanity mirror.

You kneel naked and shy-boyish at the entrance, and I nudge you forward with the tip of my leather boot. You crawl to the middle of this decadent lounge, up to the transformation platform.

“Put your feet on the markers. Hands through the loops. Good boy. What we’re about to do will feel a touch prickly, maybe a little pinchy, but I think you’ll like it in the end.” I press a button and metal restraints slide over your wrists and ankles, so you’re standing up straight with your arms and legs spread wide, no movement allowed. All at once, several sharp mechanical arms descend on your butt, chest, and face. They inject, implant, and remove bits and pieces at furious speed. Then you are sewn up and spray-tanned.

After what seems like a flash, the whole ordeal is over, and you are left clean, polished, and absolutely feminine. Your cock still dangles between your thighs, but now those thighs are shapely, curved, dainty. Only then do you notice a pair of beautiful breasts floating on your chest, the nipples soft pink and perky. You lick your lips with lust for yourself, and find them to be plump and firm. You blink in disbelief, and your lids are heavy with long natural lashes. Looking straight ahead, a full-length mirror shows what you have become. A girl. A hot, horny slut with a cock, pure and perfect, begging to be fucked.

I’m standing next to the mirror, taking pleasure in watching you meeting yourself. “Are you cold, Alice?” I purr.

“Pardon, Mistress?” You choke on your words when you hear your voice. How did it get so suddenly high? How long were you out under those machines? Such an extreme transformation must have taken a long time. Or maybe this is who you’ve been all along. Alice the girly cum slut, built for one purpose: taking cock.

“I said,” I breathe languidly, “Are you cold? Do you need some clothes to cover you up?”

“Ohhh yes please, Mistress, please dress me.”

I press a button, the restraints slide away, and you are free. You walk on your new, slender legs, your hard dick swaying with your strides, somehow not out of place.

A panel slides open and a clothes rack of underwear spills out. You stand in awe as I run my finger along the impressive selection of lace, leather, and latex, of full bloomers, teeny weeny thongs, crotchless teasing ones, frilly gartered ones, sensible ones, pink, black, red, purest white….. which one will suit my Alice? My gloved finger stops on a black latex bra and panties, designed to look like lace around the edges. I chose it not only because I love rubber, but because there is a delightful hole placed just so that your butt will be fully accessible to me when the time comes. Because this whole thing is for my benefit, making you fit to fuck.

I pull the bra around your body and it holds your breasts so nicely, that gorgeous cleavage so tempting and teasing. Next the underwear, which miraculously holds your cock in place while exposing the little slit of your bum. It’s rather fetching actually. And shiny.

I pull you by the wrist over to the dress rack, bypassing the ballgowns, the flimsy frocks, and over to the clubwear. You are getting excited about this, feeling the rubber slide over your perfect flesh, restricting but moveable, like a second skin. I have the perfect dress. Pastel pink rubber, short as short can be, very fitted and revealing on top, and a little bit flared on the bottom so you can twirl sweetly. You’ll look like the girliest slut in town. Arms through the front, I zip you up the back and it sucks everything in. I can’t even tell you have a dick unless I graze my nails over that place and feel it jump. You wiggle over to the shoe gallery and pick out the most whoreish stiletto boots you can get your greedy hands on. Black leather that hugs your legs all the way up, with a long up the back.

Now you’re dressed like a very good girl. This is how you’ve always meant to look.

“You’re very sexy, Alice. You’d better be careful looking like that, someone might want to take advantage.”

“yes Mistress,” you say meekly.

As we walk you over to the makeup table, you trip over your heels and fall over on your face on the carpet. It’s difficult not to laugh while I watch you struggle to get up. Wriggling on the ground like that, you’re quite irresistable. I place one knee on your back to pin you down to the ground, and flip your dress up. Your bum is so cute I can’t resist giving it a slap, and a few more to make you squeak. It’s blushing a little. You raise your hips, inviting me in again, begging for my pinky to nudge into your hole, but I don’t fuck ladyboys who have no make up on. Don’t worry, my vanity chair has straps to hold you down while I do my work on you. Lube up little whore, the more you look like a girl, the less say you’ll have in matters of my desire. Is your hole ready?

The Ultimate Sissy Slut Training: Part 1 of 4

This is a fantasy of a male with a shamefully tiny penis undergoing complete physical transformation, dressing up, and slut training. You go on a journey where you take cock, eat cum, and get double fisted. Enjoy.


You show up at my door in your boy clothes – a fitted t-shirt and little shorts, socks pulled up and gym shoes tied tight. Before I even let you in I can see the girl in you kicking the walls and moaning to be let out. I have to smirk at what a little show-off you are.

We sit down across from each other in my boudoir for a spot of tea, delicate china cups meeting our lips and teeth, a shortbread crumb on the corner of your mouth. Doilies muffle the sound of you shifting awkwardly in a velvet chair.

We are chatting quietly about the weather, city politics, the sumptuous decor of my room, and then I lean in and say, “we both know why you’re here, don’t we, slut.” You are caught off guard by this sudden change and something jumps in your tiny shorts – is it a mouse? “Put that cup down, you’ve guzzled enough of my tea for now.” I come round to your side and hoist you up by your arm, then I yank down your small excuse for shorts to reveal a pitiful hard-on, like a frightened mole rat trying to burrow back into its dark hole, ashamed of its measly size.

You are breathing heavy and whimpering, humiliated but feeling oddly hot from having your deformity on display.

You’ve always been shy about your micropenis, ever since you tried to lose your virginity at your first job out of college.


After months of trying to catch the eye of the tall redhead in PR, across the hall from your spot in the data entry room, she finally walked over to your desk. “I need this stack of papers photocopied, I’m on a deadline. You can help me, can’t you?” Without waiting for an answer She turned on her heel and walked down the hall towards the photocopy room, leaving you to haul the huge load of paperwork.

By the time you arrived she was in the small dark room, leaning up against the machine. You didn’t know what to do or say or think so you got to work with the copying, sneaking a glance up at her to see a wicked gleam in her eye. She lifted up her thin dress to reveal her bare flesh, no panties, just a pair of stay-up stockings. You froze, having never been close to a real woman in your life. She moved towards you and snaked a leg around your hips, and that thing in your trousers shifted a fraction of a centimetre. She put her lips to your ear and whispered, “you want to fuck me, don’t you. I know you watch me…” She took your hand and placed it between her thighs, rubbing her soft pussy up against your fingers. It was dripping wet, you hadn’t known that she was so excited.

Your cock rose another tiny inch, trying to get hard. Her body was wrapping around yours, enveloping you, asking you for one thing. This goddess knew what she wanted. Sticking her arse out, she braced herself against the copy machine, still noisily churning out papers in the dark. The scanner light swept across her body, outlining her perfect shape, her exposed hole, showing him how ready she was. “Come on, boy, fuck me,” she growled. Your stubby prick was almost hard enough, but her legs were too long for you to get anywhere near her slit. She manouvered herself down a little, to give you some leverage. Finally you could enter her, and you greedily bucked your hips against her. “Is it in?” She panted, sounding frustrated. You didn’t know how to answer, you didn’t know what it should feel like. Looking down, you realized the problem. You were as close to her as you could possibly get, but your pleading erection wasn’t big enough. Frozen with shame, you knew that you could never be useful with your dick.

She stood up straight and let her skirt drop back to cover her again. You had failed at a chance with the most beautiful woman in the office, all because you couldn’t get it in. A trickle of wetness was running down her leg as she shoved past you, unsatisfied.

As you finished off the photocopies, staring down at your dry twig, you considered your bleak future. What place would you have in the world with such a piddly dick? So you called me, and I agreed to set you straight.


And here you are now, exposed, ready for me to defile your holes. It’s the least you can offer, and it’s the only thing you’ve got.

How’s it going to feel to be decked out in frills, pushed over onto the makeup counter and fucked?


Preview of part 2: After what seems like a flash, the whole ordeal is over, and you are left clean, polished, and absolutely feminine. Your cock still dangles between your thighs, but now those thighs are shapely, curved, dainty. Only then do you notice a pair of beautiful breasts floating on your chest, the nipples soft pink and perky. You lick your lips with lust for yourself, and find them to be plump and firm. You blink in disbelief, and your lids are heavy with long natural lashes. Looking straight ahead, a full-length mirror shows what you have become. A girl. A hot, horny slut with a cock, pure and perfect, begging to be fucked.