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Robin's Egg
A Domination / Shemale Transformation Story
Uncopyrighted X-rated Fiction, edited and polished for your enjoyment.
Inspired by the thought of Tracy.
The year is 2044. My name is Robert. I am 26. Light brown hair. Dark
brown eyes. 5' 9", 122 pounds. I work for a supercomputer research and
development firm. Like many young men at the leading edge of
technology, I am transgendered. My counselor is Dr. Elizabeth Paris.
Under her confidence and trust, I have told her all my feelings and
fantasies in exact detail. She knows I want to become a shemale.
The insightful Dr. Paris has been extremely helpful and supportive. She
introduced me to many of her TG colleagues and patients, and guided me
through all my options. I made the call to "Stages", a highly
recommended transgender treatment centre in Holland. They needed
authorization to examine my counseling files, including Dr. Paris'
notes. I agreed.
Three weeks passed. Elizabeth was delighted when she talked to me about
my decision. She surprised me by saying the one year Real Life Test as
a woman would be waived in my case, since a quick transition was
approved by the Stages staff. Financing and company leave were
arranged, and I was placed on the waiting list.
The next Saturday morning, while taking my shower, the bathroom door
banged open. A muscular man, I can only describe him as a bounty-hunter
type, slid and slammed the shower door open. I withdrew to the tiled
wall, but he grabbed me by the hand and immediately twisted my arm back
to make me helpless. He turned off the shower then cuffed me. The
metal was chilled.
"All right, girl, your time has come.", he said with contempt. I was
terrified, but found myself becoming more and more erect. No other man
had seen my penis before.
Without drying me, he put a black cloth bag over my head and tightened
its drawcord. Naked, I was led out my door to the apartment hallway. I
heard him lock and close the heavy metal door.
"Hmmmph. Not even a fighter. What a faggot.", he said.
He lifted me over his shoulder and I felt us bouncing down the three
flights of stairs to the building's side entrance. My nudity prevented
me from calling out for help. I felt the cool air of predawn L.A. as we
exited. The sounds of birds changed as he dumped me onto the bare metal
floor of his van. I began to struggle but he just laughed. My ankles
were cuffed, then he slid the side door closed. I'll never forget that
cold, resonant sound as it slammed.
The driver's door opened and slammed, then we were off. He squealed the
tires and drove like a maniac. The constant starts, stops, and turns as
he got out of the parking lot made it impossible to get up. I slid
about until he reached the main highway, then I wormed my way around so
my feet pointed forward and touched the metal wall. This was like a
Security van, with the driver and prisoner compartments isolated.
Even though I lied flat to stay stable, the driver had another stop to
make. I rolled hard as he turned and flew over a high curb. I
said "Ow!" and he banged his side of the wall with his fist. I knew to
keep quiet. After two more quick, crazy turns, he slammed on the brakes
and I slid helplessly to the front wall.
Where the hell was I? His door opened, the van's weight shifted, and
the door slammed again. Either it was unnaturally silent out there or
the van was soundproof. I caught my breath. I began to shiver from the
cold. I decided to curl up and lie there next to the front wall.
Five minutes passed. I could barely breathe through the bag and
couldn't see a thing. I flinched when the side door clicked and slid
open.
"In you go, Nancy.", the driver said.
Another person was dumped to the metal floor. The door closed and we
were soon on our way again. Girl and Nancy? Were we both his morning
pickups?
The other person rolled into me as the van made its first sharp turn.
He was naked too. Lightly built, like me. As the van straightened out
and sped up to freeway speed, he struggled to get away from touching
me. I could tell from his sounds that he had been gagged with a towel.
I wasn't totally disoriented. I roughly knew the distance to the
airport. When we slowed down in a certain long turn, I knew we were
entering LAX. We stopped at a checkpoint. It was nice to know the
driver could drive civilized if he had to. We rolled along for a few
more minutes, then stopped. My wet skin felt the rumble of jet engines
vibrating the metal floor. The door slid open.
"Two she-men bound for Holland.", he said.
The other guy was grabbed first. Then I felt a man's large hands on my
waist. I inhaled and tried to stop my newly hardening cock from rising
so no one could see my trace of excitement at all this domination.
I felt the sun on my body as I got carried up the steps. Only five. A
private jet. Before I knew it, I was thrown into a padded seat and
belted in.
"Tighter, girl boy?", said a new male voice.
I pictured him as the worst macho slob imaginable. He pulled the belt
as tight as it would go, four inches beyond discomfort.
"Flat as a fucking board.", the driver said.
"Too much of a wimp to make it, I say. She'll never go through with
it.", answered the slob.
"Look at the other one. Gynecomastia. What's the matter, son?
Breastfeed for too long?"
The other guy yelled through his towel gag.
"Have a good flight, cocksuckers!", they said in falsetto. I could hear
them blowing kisses. They left and I heard the van rev up and drive off
as the jet's door closed. Someone else was in the cabin with us.
I felt the jet rotate. The engines got louder. My waist hurt from the
seatbelt. My arms were sore from the cuffs. The plane accelerated. It
felt like going West. The bag on my head was hot, and all the moisture
from my wet hair made it terribly humid. The runway seemed to go on
forever, then we took off. The landing gear retracted and we made a
gentle rising turn to the northeast.
"Can I help you, Robert?", asked a female voice.
I was too stunned to answer.
"Robert?", she asked. Her voice was friendly. She had a British accent.
"Yes--", I began.
The whooshing sound of a whip tore through the air. I felt it sting my
left upper arm.
"We don't use that name anymore... Robin.", she said. Her voice was
coldly serious.
"Robin.", I said weakly. I wondered if my arm was bleeding. The sting
felt wide, so maybe the strike wasn't concentrated.
I suddenly realized I was naked in front of a woman. In control with a
small whip. I swallowed and gave her my full attention.
"Let me loosen that belt, Robin.", she said peacefully.
It felt so good to feel my body relax as the heavy belt was released. I
loved the woman's Friendly clear voice, and having her hands so near the
side of my ass made my cock grow a little. I didn't want to get
punished again, so I willed myself to soften.
I heard her clothing rustle as she stood up. Her fist pressed into the
center of my chest.
"No girl goes soft when I'm around, Robin." She had obviously been
paying attention.
"What's the matter, don't know what to do?", she said.
I was frozen. Here was a woman, judging from her voice I guessed she
was around 32, reaching straight into my private sexual responses with
Discipline.
I felt the cord around my neck loosen. She lifted the bag slowly, to
just above my mouth. I took several breaths of the wonderfully fresh
air.
"My name's Tracy. Say hello."
"Hello."
I heard the whip crack on the headrest.
"Hello, sir.", she said.
I gulped and replied, "Hello, sir."
"Do you have any idea what you've gotten yourself into, Robinette?", she
asked.
"I--"
The whip cracked again on the other side of the headrest.
"You can answer when I say Answer. You *are* a troublesome one.", she
said, the friendliness resuming.
"I like you. I've read your files. I had to do a lot to get your
assignment. So don't blow it."
I felt her lean forward. She softly, warmly kissed me on the lips. She
laid the whipping rod on my thighs, then caressed my shoulders with her
hands. I grew erect as she repeatedly kissed me and gently swirled her
fingertips around my nipples.
"Robin's a good girl now. Does Robin agree? Answer."
"I agree, sir.", I said, breathless.
After one last, long kiss, she got up and walked to the front of the
cabin. I heard a zipper open. She walked back. I felt her hold my
right arm and plunge a needle in. I didn't struggle, but was a little
scared.
"Don't worry. Just some hormones and something to help you have a
goooood sleepy time. Robin needs hormones and sleep, yes? Robin's had
a hard morning? Answer."
"Yes, Tracy, sir. Thank you, sir.", I replied.
"I'll give you a kiss for being so good, dear." She kissed me. I was
rock hard and feeling so much better in her kind presence. I felt her
take the whipping rod away, then I fell asleep.
II
My mind faded up from blackness. One breath. I blinked my eyes. The
bag was gone. As I breathed and cleared away the grogginess, I realized
I was strapped to a padded table. Everything around was dark. My left
upper arm had a soft bandage, and I felt no pain.
I remembered the injection. My first exposure to female hormones. I
tried to judge how it felt, but was too shaken by my abduction to gauge
anything that sensitive yet.
"She's awake, sir.", said an Asian female voice in the distance.
I raised my head to look at the source of the sound, straight ahead of
my feet. My feet were still cuffed, but my wrists were tied to the bed
with leather straps. I strained to see through the dark.
"Robin would like more light? Answer.", asked a woman, with a voice
lower than Tracy's. Her clearly reverberating voice came from speakers
high above.
"Yes, sir. Please, sir.", I answered.
>From forty feet above, the ceiling lights faded up to 15% brightness. I
was on the stage of a 2,000 seat auditorium. The seats were empty.
There were two large, modern black chairs facing me at stage left. Twin
Chinese women sat, examining me through strapped-on high tech night
vision goggles. They were nude, delightfully lean, and in their early
twenties. They had identical buzz-bob hairstyles.
"I'm back here.", said the voice. Perfect Australian accent.
I lowered my head to look back behind me. I could barely see her. I
heard her footsteps as she approached and circled to my left. She wore
an open white lab coat and high heeled thigh high glossy black boots.
God, she was muscular. Tanned and blonde, her long hair pulled back.
Nordic face. It was the first time I saw a bodybuilder woman naked, and
she was stunning. She wore a wireless microphone on the right side of
her mouth.
And she had a penis.
"Good afternoon, Robin. Welcome to Stages. I am Margaret. Say hello."
"Hello, Margaret sir.", I said. I gave a little smile.
"Lin, Mei, we won't have any trouble with this one. Will we Robin?
Answer."
"No trouble, Miss Margaret, sir."
"Unstrap Miss Robin, please."
The twins rose and approached. They were so beautiful. Miracles of
grace. The joyous mystery of life expressed in their bouncy, swaying
walks and placid expressions. Their glorious breasts gently jiggling
with each barefoot step across the wooden stage. They looked so cool in
the two-inch thick black goggles.
They quickly unbound me. I knew to lie still. Mei bowed and gave the
ankle cuffs to Margaret. The twins stood on both sides of the 4 foot
high black table bed. Their soft triangles of pubic hair a foot from my
waist.
Margaret began walking around the table in a circle. Lin and Mei stood
at attention, staring into each other's eyes. I checked out their
perfectly lovely bodies, enjoying their exquisite beauty and youthful
perfection. A slow techno tropical drum loop began playing. The only
other sound was Miss Margaret's boots on the stage. As she circled, she
made eye contact with me. She was studying me.
"I must say," Margaret suddenly announced in her amplified
voice, "Robert is quite pretty for a boy. But Robert needs more
hormones. Answer."
I swallowed and stayed silent. Margaret delicately played with the
shiny cuffs. She broke into a smile and stepped close to the bed,
inches from my right shoulder. She put her hands on her hips and drew
back the lab coat. I was in awe of her unbelievably tight stomach and
well defined chest muscles.
"Tracy taught you well. Robin wants more hormones, right? You may
answer."
"Yes sir."
"Such a good... boy!", she said, boldly reaching out to pat my penis
quickly three times. I had no idea how to react.
Her hand stayed an inch above my cock. She turned to look into my eyes.
"The boy who knows something special.", she said.
"The boy who doesn't want to be a man. Answer."
"Yes sir."
She gently lowered her hand down to rest along my penis. I sent my heat
out to her touch.
"The boy who carried a secret desire. Answer."
"Yes sir."
Another erection began. Margaret held it down. I noticed her penis was
beginning to stand forward.
"A healthy desire. Answer."
"Yes sir."
"A beautiful desire... A... wonderful, deep, true desire. Answer.",
she whispered.
"Yes sir.", I said, feeling ready to cry. My sexuality was totally
exposed to this incredible person.
Miss Margaret got a syringe from a sheath in her left boot. She raised
the needle and squeezed out the air bubble. I felt the squirted
droplets land on my belly. Mei reached under the bed table, then
swabbed my left thigh with alcohol and cotton.
Margaret put her free hand on my inner thigh, held the syringe at a
steady angle, and injected the clear solution into the vein. After
withdrawing the needle, she kissed the site.
"The girl who needs another kiss. Answer."
"Yes, Miss Margaret, sir."
The drumbeat was getting a little faster.
The huge injection was flooding me with hormones. My cells lapped it
up. It could have been the placebo effect, but I felt immersed in deep
peace. Tears formed. Margaret moved her hand to begin slowly
masturbating me. She leaned down and gave me a quick, soft kiss on my
right cheek. She whispered in my ear,
"May I keep going, Robin? Answer."
"Yes, please, sir."
"Give our new girlfriend a treat, please," she asked the twins. They
leaned down to kiss my thighs. I watched Margaret's toned arm move her
lovely hand up and down my slippery cock. My eyes had fully adapted to
the clear, dim lighting. When the twins were close to my dick, Margaret
let go.
The twins took turns kissing my body and exploring my cock with their
mouths. Their lips and profiles were so beautiful. The way their
bobbed hair fell and swung was powerfully erotic. Their long, tanned
necks were unspeakably exquisite. Margaret put her pre-come covered
hand to my mouth and had me suck every finger. I was in ecstasy. The
organic/digital drums kept speeding up.
"That's enough, girls. Thank you.", said Margaret. The twins licked
their lips and stood back. The drum loop cut off.
She took her index finger slowly out of my mouth. I was suspended,
untouched, about five seconds from a huge orgasmic Coming. The three
women stared into my eyes, suddenly cold. They turned down the mood and
I sank back from the edge of wonder.
"See you when your breasts have grown. You've been such a good girl,
little Robin. You do want to play with your new friends then, dear?
Answer."
"It would be a wonderful gift, sirs."
"Can you seal that promise with a kiss? Answer.", she asked.
"Yes, please, sir."
Margaret walked a step over and held her cock up to the side of my
head. Hesitating, I slowly turned and extended my soft lips to her
lovely red head. It was the first time I touched another man's penis.
Her's was so beautiful. I made the kiss extra special, and gently
reached my lips around and down to her bell ridge. I licked her tasty
pre-come, then slid slowly off my first cock. She smiled down at me.
"Oooh, Robin's a good little girl."
III
The women left me and I heard a door closing from behind the rose-
colored curtain. I was lost without anyone there in authority. My dick
was still up, aching for more contact. I slowly sat up, ready to obey
and lie down again at the first voice I heard.
The auditorium was silent. I was warm and dry. I felt my face, and my
beard stubble didn't feel too thick. I guessed it had only been two
days.
There was a light at the back of the hall. A door had opened, and
daylight briefly flooded in. A tall woman with long, thick, straight,
dark black hair walked in. She was wearing a dark purple bathrobe,
trimmed with black. The piping on the edges and cuffs was white. She
smiled over to me. Without a sound, she approached and walked up onto
the stage. She had a whipping rod.
I didn't know what to do, so I kneeled to show obedience. She tapped
the rod on the floor twice. The ceiling lights went to full
brightness. I crawled fifteen feet toward her and kneeled, bowing my
head. She didn't want me doing that, so she guided my forehead up with
a steady press of the whip. I gratefully yielded to her control.
Without a word, she kneeled before me. She had the eyes and face of a
model. She took on a firm expression and held the whip between our
faces. I slightly bowed, and she quickly smiled. I loved how it felt
when she gently touched the whip to my lips as if to say, 'be quiet'.
She retrieved an object from her robe pocket. She held it up to my
face. It was a cordless electric hair clipper, with a silvery grey body
and black hair length spacer. She took the spacer off and placed it in
her pocket, then held up the clippers in one hand and the whipping rod
in the other. I swallowed and understood.
The auditorium was suddenly filled with the clipper's buzzing sound.
Straight down the middle of my forehead, she buzzed on in. I felt the
metal pass along my skin as my 3" long hair fell away. My eyes closed
and the newly bald stripe felt airy and cold.
Over and around, from forehead to nape and over each ear, she clipper
shaved me bald. When she was finished, she restored the room's vast
silence. She placed the clippers down on the pile of hair on stage,
then touched the whip to the center of my chest. We stood up together
at her silent command.
I was stunned when she undid the belt of her robe and let it open up.
She emerged from the robe's shadow and faced me. My jaw dropped at the
sight. Her entire pale body was tatooed below the neck in simple
horizontal black stripes, 1 centimeter thick, two centimeters apart.
The effect was overpowering. Her body was incredible to begin with, but
the stripes made her contours even more pronounced. I looked her up and
down as she pulled the robe back over her shoulders and let it fall to
the floor. My God.
"Good to see you again, Robin.", she said in a British accent. Tracy!
I was about to greet her as an equal, but caught myself before I made a
sound.
"You may say hello.", she said.
"Hello, Tracy sir." I was absolutely dazzled by her uniquely elaborate
body art. She was all female.
"Now we will shower off and get nice and clean for the next step, Robin."
She led me backstage to a bright dressing room. There was a square
shower stall. The whip guided me in. Tracy turned on the water, cold
at full blast. I flinched away from the painful shock of the freezing
spray, but the whip kept me in the stall. Tracy had me turn and rinse
to get rid off all the loose clippings. Then she stopped the water.
I was chilled to the bone. And totally bald for the first time. Tracy
pointed to another door with the whip and gestured with a flick of her
head. I walked in the direction she wanted, and opened the door.
It was another bathroom, with a beautiful antique tub, all full with
suds thick on top. Tracy pressed the whip tip into the center of my
back to make me walk to the tub.
"Get in."
"Yes sir."
The whip cracked on the top of my right shoulder. I winced in pain,
immediately knowing my crime.
"I did not say you could answer, girl. Just get in the fucking tub!"
She kept the whip pressed on my shoulder as I got in. The warm, sudsy
water was blissful compared to the icy shower. I sank in up to my neck,
hoping the whip sting would wear off.
"The bath has been treated with a depilatory. You will let it work for
thirty minutes. Wet this washcloth and use it on your head. Do you
understand? Answer."
"Yes sir."
"And don't let any get on your eyebrows. This treatment is permanent."
She pressed the whip down harder on my sore shoulder to see if I would
rise out of the bubble bath.
I was afraid of Tracy again. God, they really had read my files. All
my fetishes... The much needed discipline... And I still had no desire
to chicken out. I had even sucked cock today... I thought this place
would be a professional, medical, scientific place. But it was really
Shemale Bootcamp. And I liked it.
I looked over at Tracy's incredible striped body. She looked back at me
with a smile.
"Does Robin want to hear the story of Tracy's spiral? Answer, please."
"Yes, sir."
"You think you know about discipline. You know nothing! I'm sure
you've heard about the pain of tatooing. And the annual swimsuit
fashion advice for fat women to avoid horizontal stripes. Well I'm not
weak like most women. I like a little pain, as long as it serves a
purpose. And this body spiral is my statement on beauty. I *will*
maintain myself, girl. Do you think you could ever be as strong as me?
Answer."
"No sir."
"Damn right, kid."
She let me take a long, close look at her incredible body. There was
simply no way to grow accustomed to the continuous spiral tatoo. I
loved how the stripes gradually thinned and tapered to sharp points nine
inches below her elbows and knees.
The depilation was complete. My skin was beginning to sting slightly.
Tracy gestured with the whip and I quickly went back to the shower. She
made me turn on the water, and keep it on full power cold. After two
minutes, she got in with me.
She held herself in the spray, and I was thankful for the relief. She
rinsed her hair, then turned off the water.
"Now dry my hair, boy." She took a fluffy pink towel from the shelf and
threw it into my hands.
I started rubbing the top of her head.
Immediately she said "No! Press gently, fool, let the towel work for a
while. Rubbing damages hair, boy. Got it? Answer. And apologize."
"Yes sir, now I understand. I am very sorry my ignorance damaged Miss
Tracy's beautiful hair, and I promise, sir, never to make such an
idiotic mistake again. If you will find it in your heart to forgive a
novice student, I will be forever in your debt, Miss Tracy, sir."
"Well, said, girl." She looked up at me and gave a smile.
"You really are a baldy now, boy."
I gently placed dry sections of the towel on Tracy's jet black tresses,
glistening from the shower. I was freezing because she didn't let me
dry off. But she didn't mind being wet, so I emulated her bravery. The
cold made my cock stay a tiny 2.5 inches, and my balls were almost
completely withdrawn inside. With no body hair, I looked like a very
tall prepubescent boy.
"All right, enough hair drying. You can dry yourself now."
I toweled off quickly.
"Now do me. You can take your time if you want."
I swallowed at this once-in-a-lifetime chance. Gently, taking an
acceptably girlish approach, I began toweling Tracy's shoulders. Her
spiral started at the nape of her neck, and flawlessly ran clockwise
down her strong, feminine body. She raised her arms for me when I
walked around to dry off her breasts. I noticed the stripe grazed the
top of her left nipple and the bottom of her right. Talk about
planning. And the stripes were so even and mathematically perfect!
Wonderful.
When I reached her waist, she spread her feet in a wider stance,
trusting me to dry off her cunt and ass. It was a treat to be granted
such a privilege. I squatted down and finished each leg. God, her
hips, waist, and ass were glorious. And her nice wide vertical
rectangle of pubic hair was truly lovely.
"Stand up."
"Turn around. March."
She guided me with the whipping rod pressed into the center of my lower
back. We left the backstage area and marched down a long, bright white
hallway. The centre wasn't busy, but the 4 or 5 other people stopped to
see how I looked at this stage. The other two shemale patients were
kept nude too.
We approached another novice and her instructor. The novice was chained
at the neck. Her chain looked like strong chromed jewelry, more
symbolic than serious. She already had visible breasts, and her long
blonde hair looked natural and well styled. Like most elite shemales,
her narrow waist and wide hips were miraculous.
"Good afternoon, Miss Stephanie. Could your inductee please help us
with one little thing?", asked Tracy.
"We always have time for Miss Tracy's needs, sir.", answered Stephanie,
a petite buzz-cutted redhead wearing the same lab coat and boots outfit
Miss Margaret had.
"This one needs some lipstick.", said Tracy.
Stephanie took a tube from her pocket and gave it to her shemale.
"Angel, put some lipstick on Tracy's friend. Answer."
"Gladly, Miss Stephanie, sir.", said Angel. She had been through the
vocal cord alteration, and her voice was four or five notes higher than
mine.
Angel smiled and applied the lipstick. We both enjoyed our wonderful
moment of freedom and slavery under Tracy and Stephanie.
"Good job, Angel. Answer."
"Thank you, Miss Stephanie, sir.", said Angel.
"I compliment you on the deportment of this one, Miss Stephanie.", said
Tracy.
"Haven't seen a baldy in a while.", said Stephanie.
"Mmmm. They're so easy to control.", answered Tracy.
My heart started beating faster. I was in love with Tracy's authority.
Tracy and Stephanie said their goodbyes. Angel and I shared one last
friendly glance as Tracy pressed the whip in again to get me marching
again.
We arrived at a door marked 217B in polished brass. Tracy made me open
the door and enter. She stayed in the hall. The 10' by 10' room was
mirrored on the ceiling and each wall. I was shocked at my eerie,
almost alien reflection. I had never had the guts to go bald before,
but now it was permanent. I was instantly turned on by it.
Looking around the room, I saw a bridal veil hanging from a hook in the
mirrored door.
"Put it on, boy.", said Tracy from outside.
The taste of my own pre-come still lingered on my tongue as I processed
her command.
The veil drifted and flowed as I drew it off the metal hook. It was 3
feet long. Examining my full-body reflection, I gently raised it and
set it on my candle-white head. I felt so beautiful as the lacy elastic
band formed itself to me. The white veil hung beautifully over my
shoulders. Tracy opened the door and entered.
"Stand here."
She positioned me in the middle of the room. Her multiple spiral tatoo
reflections overloaded my mind. I saw her hang her whip from the door
hook.
Tracy stood behind me, then gave me a gentle embrace.
"Robin, you are sooooo beautiful. I love you."
I felt her breasts touching my back through the veil. I was ready to
collapse from the perfection of the situation.
Tracy's right hand reached down to slowly grasp my hard penis.
"Look at me.", she said.
I looked up at our reflection. My smooth baby skin and white veil
looked so innocent next to Tracy's wild body and soft black hair. It
was hard to make out my face through the gauzy fabric. Tracy's smiling
reflection stared into my soul.
I closed my eyes and breathed deeply as Tracy slooowly grasped and
pumped me. Had my balls been aching this hard all this time?
"My beautiful little boy.", she said, her voice cracking in a motherly
way.
"All ready for his biiiig big step. Answer.", she whispered.
"Yes, Miss Tracy, sir.", I replied through my quickening breaths. My
knees were trembling.
Tracy came around to face me. I felt my pre-come as she laid her hands
on my shoulders. She took a wide stance and looked me in the eye. The
veil was lifted back and I blinked quickly in a feminine, graceful
manner. A strong, hot kiss. Her perfume was heavenly. We embraced and
drew together. She guided my cock into her soft, soft labia.
"Push on in, boy.", she said.
I slid my concrete-hard, dripping hot cock inside her velvety, slippery
cunt. She hugged me tight.
We abandoned ourselves to the sacred sexual union. In between tightly
closing my eyes, I caught clear glances of her exotically striped body
in the mirror. Her shoulderblades and back muscles moved beneath her
skin. I was hypnotized by the flawless beauty of her gorgeously striped
ass.
Tracy began breathing harder. I HAD to come, but knew I should treat
her to more slippery fucking. We kissed. My nipples surrendered to her
pressing breasts. She reached her hands down to my buns and clutched
hard, pulling me into her, deeper and deeper. Our climactic rhythm
lasted for 7 thrusts. She moaned louder.
"Oh... Oooh. MMmmmm yeah, girl!"
My body became tense as golden Pleasure flooded through every limb. I
gasped for air and kept thrusting and coming inside my goddess, Miss
Tracy. My forever Master!
"Aaah. Ah. Oooooaaooooooh. Oh oh oh, oooh.", moaned Tracy, slowly
swept away with orgasmic bliss. Her hands on my ass pressed me in
deeper. We held and hugged. One long, last kiss.
Tracy detached, my come dripping down onto her thighs. The room's cool
air felt wrong on my previously red hot penis. How I had to return
home, inside my soft, warm Queen.
Tracy removed my veil and let it fall down, brushing briefly against my
buns and calves.
"My little boy bride. All girl from now on. Time for a bridal shower,
girl."
I was weak and drained. I needed help to follow my Master. Tracy took
the whip from the hook and touched it to my shoulder, right where the
almost forgotten sting was. I immediately pulled my energy together and
stood up straight.
"Move."
She directed me out of the mirrored room and over to room 218B. We
entered. It was a bathroom with another square shower stall. I was
happy to feel Tracy's care as the warm water hit me. She lathered me
up, and I scrubbed her thighs clean. We took a long, wordless shower,
kissing and rinsing in the gentle spray. Tracy lovingly dried me off,
then had me take my time drying her hair and body.
"Done like a good girl. Now that you're clean and smooth, report to
surgery room 4, down the hall on the right. Dr. Roland won't have much
trouble feminizing that jaw of yours. And the rest of your face won't
need any extra work. Answer."
"Yes, sir."
She held the whip to my back, and gently placed her hand over it. I
closed my eyes, feeling her delicious, painfully threatening dominance
and warm touch of Love simultaneously. She pushed me toward the door.
IV
I left Tracy, and turned to see her smiling broadly. She had left the
irreversible choice up to me. Everyone in the surgery department
treated me wonderfully. They gave a full before and after preview, and
I was blown away at the improvement. The surgery took three hours. I
spent the next week resting and taking hormones. I watched countless
informational shows about the transgender world, and all the treatment
options available. I received flowers from Margaret and Tracy. Angel
visited with Stephanie and gave me a manicure. We were allowed to have
a long session of girl talk. Stephanie gently but firmly pulled on
Angel's chain when she noticed Angel going slow intentionally.
My facial swelling came down in 5 weeks. Over that time, the hormones
began their wonderful effects. My skin softened. My breasts filled
out, and my nipples grew larger and more sensitive. My beard stopped
growing, and my body hair was softer and shinier. Shemales need a
gentler dose of estrogen than MtF Transsexuals, so I was carefully
monitored so I wouldn't lose sexual functions. I would go on a low
maintenance dose when I was happy with my breast size. I found baldness
suited me, and made my eyeshadow technique ultra-important.
I spent six wonderful months at Stages. Controlled sexual freedom with
Tracy was viewed as valuable medicine for body and soul. And I grew to
love the touch of her whip. I even longed for it. Pleasing her was the
most fulfilling experience I ever knew. She taught me all about makeup
and fashion, girl to girl.
The van driver who abducted me sent an apology letter. He explained his
role in my overall treatment, and explained that real birth required
real pain. I hated the guy, but understood.
I am totally passable now. I love having real, completely natural
breasts. It is even possible to be openly Shemale in America these
days. And being a bald woman with black sunglasses and red lipstick is
a fashion statement that will never lose its impact.
A Domination / Shemale Transformation Story
Uncopyrighted X-rated Fiction, edited and polished for your enjoyment.
Inspired by the thought of Tracy.
The year is 2044. My name is Robert. I am 26. Light brown hair. Dark
brown eyes. 5' 9", 122 pounds. I work for a supercomputer research and
development firm. Like many young men at the leading edge of
technology, I am transgendered. My counselor is Dr. Elizabeth Paris.
Under her confidence and trust, I have told her all my feelings and
fantasies in exact detail. She knows I want to become a shemale.
The insightful Dr. Paris has been extremely helpful and supportive. She
introduced me to many of her TG colleagues and patients, and guided me
through all my options. I made the call to "Stages", a highly
recommended transgender treatment centre in Holland. They needed
authorization to examine my counseling files, including Dr. Paris'
notes. I agreed.
Three weeks passed. Elizabeth was delighted when she talked to me about
my decision. She surprised me by saying the one year Real Life Test as
a woman would be waived in my case, since a quick transition was
approved by the Stages staff. Financing and company leave were
arranged, and I was placed on the waiting list.
The next Saturday morning, while taking my shower, the bathroom door
banged open. A muscular man, I can only describe him as a bounty-hunter
type, slid and slammed the shower door open. I withdrew to the tiled
wall, but he grabbed me by the hand and immediately twisted my arm back
to make me helpless. He turned off the shower then cuffed me. The
metal was chilled.
"All right, girl, your time has come.", he said with contempt. I was
terrified, but found myself becoming more and more erect. No other man
had seen my penis before.
Without drying me, he put a black cloth bag over my head and tightened
its drawcord. Naked, I was led out my door to the apartment hallway. I
heard him lock and close the heavy metal door.
"Hmmmph. Not even a fighter. What a faggot.", he said.
He lifted me over his shoulder and I felt us bouncing down the three
flights of stairs to the building's side entrance. My nudity prevented
me from calling out for help. I felt the cool air of predawn L.A. as we
exited. The sounds of birds changed as he dumped me onto the bare metal
floor of his van. I began to struggle but he just laughed. My ankles
were cuffed, then he slid the side door closed. I'll never forget that
cold, resonant sound as it slammed.
The driver's door opened and slammed, then we were off. He squealed the
tires and drove like a maniac. The constant starts, stops, and turns as
he got out of the parking lot made it impossible to get up. I slid
about until he reached the main highway, then I wormed my way around so
my feet pointed forward and touched the metal wall. This was like a
Security van, with the driver and prisoner compartments isolated.
Even though I lied flat to stay stable, the driver had another stop to
make. I rolled hard as he turned and flew over a high curb. I
said "Ow!" and he banged his side of the wall with his fist. I knew to
keep quiet. After two more quick, crazy turns, he slammed on the brakes
and I slid helplessly to the front wall.
Where the hell was I? His door opened, the van's weight shifted, and
the door slammed again. Either it was unnaturally silent out there or
the van was soundproof. I caught my breath. I began to shiver from the
cold. I decided to curl up and lie there next to the front wall.
Five minutes passed. I could barely breathe through the bag and
couldn't see a thing. I flinched when the side door clicked and slid
open.
"In you go, Nancy.", the driver said.
Another person was dumped to the metal floor. The door closed and we
were soon on our way again. Girl and Nancy? Were we both his morning
pickups?
The other person rolled into me as the van made its first sharp turn.
He was naked too. Lightly built, like me. As the van straightened out
and sped up to freeway speed, he struggled to get away from touching
me. I could tell from his sounds that he had been gagged with a towel.
I wasn't totally disoriented. I roughly knew the distance to the
airport. When we slowed down in a certain long turn, I knew we were
entering LAX. We stopped at a checkpoint. It was nice to know the
driver could drive civilized if he had to. We rolled along for a few
more minutes, then stopped. My wet skin felt the rumble of jet engines
vibrating the metal floor. The door slid open.
"Two she-men bound for Holland.", he said.
The other guy was grabbed first. Then I felt a man's large hands on my
waist. I inhaled and tried to stop my newly hardening cock from rising
so no one could see my trace of excitement at all this domination.
I felt the sun on my body as I got carried up the steps. Only five. A
private jet. Before I knew it, I was thrown into a padded seat and
belted in.
"Tighter, girl boy?", said a new male voice.
I pictured him as the worst macho slob imaginable. He pulled the belt
as tight as it would go, four inches beyond discomfort.
"Flat as a fucking board.", the driver said.
"Too much of a wimp to make it, I say. She'll never go through with
it.", answered the slob.
"Look at the other one. Gynecomastia. What's the matter, son?
Breastfeed for too long?"
The other guy yelled through his towel gag.
"Have a good flight, cocksuckers!", they said in falsetto. I could hear
them blowing kisses. They left and I heard the van rev up and drive off
as the jet's door closed. Someone else was in the cabin with us.
I felt the jet rotate. The engines got louder. My waist hurt from the
seatbelt. My arms were sore from the cuffs. The plane accelerated. It
felt like going West. The bag on my head was hot, and all the moisture
from my wet hair made it terribly humid. The runway seemed to go on
forever, then we took off. The landing gear retracted and we made a
gentle rising turn to the northeast.
"Can I help you, Robert?", asked a female voice.
I was too stunned to answer.
"Robert?", she asked. Her voice was friendly. She had a British accent.
"Yes--", I began.
The whooshing sound of a whip tore through the air. I felt it sting my
left upper arm.
"We don't use that name anymore... Robin.", she said. Her voice was
coldly serious.
"Robin.", I said weakly. I wondered if my arm was bleeding. The sting
felt wide, so maybe the strike wasn't concentrated.
I suddenly realized I was naked in front of a woman. In control with a
small whip. I swallowed and gave her my full attention.
"Let me loosen that belt, Robin.", she said peacefully.
It felt so good to feel my body relax as the heavy belt was released. I
loved the woman's Friendly clear voice, and having her hands so near the
side of my ass made my cock grow a little. I didn't want to get
punished again, so I willed myself to soften.
I heard her clothing rustle as she stood up. Her fist pressed into the
center of my chest.
"No girl goes soft when I'm around, Robin." She had obviously been
paying attention.
"What's the matter, don't know what to do?", she said.
I was frozen. Here was a woman, judging from her voice I guessed she
was around 32, reaching straight into my private sexual responses with
Discipline.
I felt the cord around my neck loosen. She lifted the bag slowly, to
just above my mouth. I took several breaths of the wonderfully fresh
air.
"My name's Tracy. Say hello."
"Hello."
I heard the whip crack on the headrest.
"Hello, sir.", she said.
I gulped and replied, "Hello, sir."
"Do you have any idea what you've gotten yourself into, Robinette?", she
asked.
"I--"
The whip cracked again on the other side of the headrest.
"You can answer when I say Answer. You *are* a troublesome one.", she
said, the friendliness resuming.
"I like you. I've read your files. I had to do a lot to get your
assignment. So don't blow it."
I felt her lean forward. She softly, warmly kissed me on the lips. She
laid the whipping rod on my thighs, then caressed my shoulders with her
hands. I grew erect as she repeatedly kissed me and gently swirled her
fingertips around my nipples.
"Robin's a good girl now. Does Robin agree? Answer."
"I agree, sir.", I said, breathless.
After one last, long kiss, she got up and walked to the front of the
cabin. I heard a zipper open. She walked back. I felt her hold my
right arm and plunge a needle in. I didn't struggle, but was a little
scared.
"Don't worry. Just some hormones and something to help you have a
goooood sleepy time. Robin needs hormones and sleep, yes? Robin's had
a hard morning? Answer."
"Yes, Tracy, sir. Thank you, sir.", I replied.
"I'll give you a kiss for being so good, dear." She kissed me. I was
rock hard and feeling so much better in her kind presence. I felt her
take the whipping rod away, then I fell asleep.
II
My mind faded up from blackness. One breath. I blinked my eyes. The
bag was gone. As I breathed and cleared away the grogginess, I realized
I was strapped to a padded table. Everything around was dark. My left
upper arm had a soft bandage, and I felt no pain.
I remembered the injection. My first exposure to female hormones. I
tried to judge how it felt, but was too shaken by my abduction to gauge
anything that sensitive yet.
"She's awake, sir.", said an Asian female voice in the distance.
I raised my head to look at the source of the sound, straight ahead of
my feet. My feet were still cuffed, but my wrists were tied to the bed
with leather straps. I strained to see through the dark.
"Robin would like more light? Answer.", asked a woman, with a voice
lower than Tracy's. Her clearly reverberating voice came from speakers
high above.
"Yes, sir. Please, sir.", I answered.
>From forty feet above, the ceiling lights faded up to 15% brightness. I
was on the stage of a 2,000 seat auditorium. The seats were empty.
There were two large, modern black chairs facing me at stage left. Twin
Chinese women sat, examining me through strapped-on high tech night
vision goggles. They were nude, delightfully lean, and in their early
twenties. They had identical buzz-bob hairstyles.
"I'm back here.", said the voice. Perfect Australian accent.
I lowered my head to look back behind me. I could barely see her. I
heard her footsteps as she approached and circled to my left. She wore
an open white lab coat and high heeled thigh high glossy black boots.
God, she was muscular. Tanned and blonde, her long hair pulled back.
Nordic face. It was the first time I saw a bodybuilder woman naked, and
she was stunning. She wore a wireless microphone on the right side of
her mouth.
And she had a penis.
"Good afternoon, Robin. Welcome to Stages. I am Margaret. Say hello."
"Hello, Margaret sir.", I said. I gave a little smile.
"Lin, Mei, we won't have any trouble with this one. Will we Robin?
Answer."
"No trouble, Miss Margaret, sir."
"Unstrap Miss Robin, please."
The twins rose and approached. They were so beautiful. Miracles of
grace. The joyous mystery of life expressed in their bouncy, swaying
walks and placid expressions. Their glorious breasts gently jiggling
with each barefoot step across the wooden stage. They looked so cool in
the two-inch thick black goggles.
They quickly unbound me. I knew to lie still. Mei bowed and gave the
ankle cuffs to Margaret. The twins stood on both sides of the 4 foot
high black table bed. Their soft triangles of pubic hair a foot from my
waist.
Margaret began walking around the table in a circle. Lin and Mei stood
at attention, staring into each other's eyes. I checked out their
perfectly lovely bodies, enjoying their exquisite beauty and youthful
perfection. A slow techno tropical drum loop began playing. The only
other sound was Miss Margaret's boots on the stage. As she circled, she
made eye contact with me. She was studying me.
"I must say," Margaret suddenly announced in her amplified
voice, "Robert is quite pretty for a boy. But Robert needs more
hormones. Answer."
I swallowed and stayed silent. Margaret delicately played with the
shiny cuffs. She broke into a smile and stepped close to the bed,
inches from my right shoulder. She put her hands on her hips and drew
back the lab coat. I was in awe of her unbelievably tight stomach and
well defined chest muscles.
"Tracy taught you well. Robin wants more hormones, right? You may
answer."
"Yes sir."
"Such a good... boy!", she said, boldly reaching out to pat my penis
quickly three times. I had no idea how to react.
Her hand stayed an inch above my cock. She turned to look into my eyes.
"The boy who knows something special.", she said.
"The boy who doesn't want to be a man. Answer."
"Yes sir."
She gently lowered her hand down to rest along my penis. I sent my heat
out to her touch.
"The boy who carried a secret desire. Answer."
"Yes sir."
Another erection began. Margaret held it down. I noticed her penis was
beginning to stand forward.
"A healthy desire. Answer."
"Yes sir."
"A beautiful desire... A... wonderful, deep, true desire. Answer.",
she whispered.
"Yes sir.", I said, feeling ready to cry. My sexuality was totally
exposed to this incredible person.
Miss Margaret got a syringe from a sheath in her left boot. She raised
the needle and squeezed out the air bubble. I felt the squirted
droplets land on my belly. Mei reached under the bed table, then
swabbed my left thigh with alcohol and cotton.
Margaret put her free hand on my inner thigh, held the syringe at a
steady angle, and injected the clear solution into the vein. After
withdrawing the needle, she kissed the site.
"The girl who needs another kiss. Answer."
"Yes, Miss Margaret, sir."
The drumbeat was getting a little faster.
The huge injection was flooding me with hormones. My cells lapped it
up. It could have been the placebo effect, but I felt immersed in deep
peace. Tears formed. Margaret moved her hand to begin slowly
masturbating me. She leaned down and gave me a quick, soft kiss on my
right cheek. She whispered in my ear,
"May I keep going, Robin? Answer."
"Yes, please, sir."
"Give our new girlfriend a treat, please," she asked the twins. They
leaned down to kiss my thighs. I watched Margaret's toned arm move her
lovely hand up and down my slippery cock. My eyes had fully adapted to
the clear, dim lighting. When the twins were close to my dick, Margaret
let go.
The twins took turns kissing my body and exploring my cock with their
mouths. Their lips and profiles were so beautiful. The way their
bobbed hair fell and swung was powerfully erotic. Their long, tanned
necks were unspeakably exquisite. Margaret put her pre-come covered
hand to my mouth and had me suck every finger. I was in ecstasy. The
organic/digital drums kept speeding up.
"That's enough, girls. Thank you.", said Margaret. The twins licked
their lips and stood back. The drum loop cut off.
She took her index finger slowly out of my mouth. I was suspended,
untouched, about five seconds from a huge orgasmic Coming. The three
women stared into my eyes, suddenly cold. They turned down the mood and
I sank back from the edge of wonder.
"See you when your breasts have grown. You've been such a good girl,
little Robin. You do want to play with your new friends then, dear?
Answer."
"It would be a wonderful gift, sirs."
"Can you seal that promise with a kiss? Answer.", she asked.
"Yes, please, sir."
Margaret walked a step over and held her cock up to the side of my
head. Hesitating, I slowly turned and extended my soft lips to her
lovely red head. It was the first time I touched another man's penis.
Her's was so beautiful. I made the kiss extra special, and gently
reached my lips around and down to her bell ridge. I licked her tasty
pre-come, then slid slowly off my first cock. She smiled down at me.
"Oooh, Robin's a good little girl."
III
The women left me and I heard a door closing from behind the rose-
colored curtain. I was lost without anyone there in authority. My dick
was still up, aching for more contact. I slowly sat up, ready to obey
and lie down again at the first voice I heard.
The auditorium was silent. I was warm and dry. I felt my face, and my
beard stubble didn't feel too thick. I guessed it had only been two
days.
There was a light at the back of the hall. A door had opened, and
daylight briefly flooded in. A tall woman with long, thick, straight,
dark black hair walked in. She was wearing a dark purple bathrobe,
trimmed with black. The piping on the edges and cuffs was white. She
smiled over to me. Without a sound, she approached and walked up onto
the stage. She had a whipping rod.
I didn't know what to do, so I kneeled to show obedience. She tapped
the rod on the floor twice. The ceiling lights went to full
brightness. I crawled fifteen feet toward her and kneeled, bowing my
head. She didn't want me doing that, so she guided my forehead up with
a steady press of the whip. I gratefully yielded to her control.
Without a word, she kneeled before me. She had the eyes and face of a
model. She took on a firm expression and held the whip between our
faces. I slightly bowed, and she quickly smiled. I loved how it felt
when she gently touched the whip to my lips as if to say, 'be quiet'.
She retrieved an object from her robe pocket. She held it up to my
face. It was a cordless electric hair clipper, with a silvery grey body
and black hair length spacer. She took the spacer off and placed it in
her pocket, then held up the clippers in one hand and the whipping rod
in the other. I swallowed and understood.
The auditorium was suddenly filled with the clipper's buzzing sound.
Straight down the middle of my forehead, she buzzed on in. I felt the
metal pass along my skin as my 3" long hair fell away. My eyes closed
and the newly bald stripe felt airy and cold.
Over and around, from forehead to nape and over each ear, she clipper
shaved me bald. When she was finished, she restored the room's vast
silence. She placed the clippers down on the pile of hair on stage,
then touched the whip to the center of my chest. We stood up together
at her silent command.
I was stunned when she undid the belt of her robe and let it open up.
She emerged from the robe's shadow and faced me. My jaw dropped at the
sight. Her entire pale body was tatooed below the neck in simple
horizontal black stripes, 1 centimeter thick, two centimeters apart.
The effect was overpowering. Her body was incredible to begin with, but
the stripes made her contours even more pronounced. I looked her up and
down as she pulled the robe back over her shoulders and let it fall to
the floor. My God.
"Good to see you again, Robin.", she said in a British accent. Tracy!
I was about to greet her as an equal, but caught myself before I made a
sound.
"You may say hello.", she said.
"Hello, Tracy sir." I was absolutely dazzled by her uniquely elaborate
body art. She was all female.
"Now we will shower off and get nice and clean for the next step, Robin."
She led me backstage to a bright dressing room. There was a square
shower stall. The whip guided me in. Tracy turned on the water, cold
at full blast. I flinched away from the painful shock of the freezing
spray, but the whip kept me in the stall. Tracy had me turn and rinse
to get rid off all the loose clippings. Then she stopped the water.
I was chilled to the bone. And totally bald for the first time. Tracy
pointed to another door with the whip and gestured with a flick of her
head. I walked in the direction she wanted, and opened the door.
It was another bathroom, with a beautiful antique tub, all full with
suds thick on top. Tracy pressed the whip tip into the center of my
back to make me walk to the tub.
"Get in."
"Yes sir."
The whip cracked on the top of my right shoulder. I winced in pain,
immediately knowing my crime.
"I did not say you could answer, girl. Just get in the fucking tub!"
She kept the whip pressed on my shoulder as I got in. The warm, sudsy
water was blissful compared to the icy shower. I sank in up to my neck,
hoping the whip sting would wear off.
"The bath has been treated with a depilatory. You will let it work for
thirty minutes. Wet this washcloth and use it on your head. Do you
understand? Answer."
"Yes sir."
"And don't let any get on your eyebrows. This treatment is permanent."
She pressed the whip down harder on my sore shoulder to see if I would
rise out of the bubble bath.
I was afraid of Tracy again. God, they really had read my files. All
my fetishes... The much needed discipline... And I still had no desire
to chicken out. I had even sucked cock today... I thought this place
would be a professional, medical, scientific place. But it was really
Shemale Bootcamp. And I liked it.
I looked over at Tracy's incredible striped body. She looked back at me
with a smile.
"Does Robin want to hear the story of Tracy's spiral? Answer, please."
"Yes, sir."
"You think you know about discipline. You know nothing! I'm sure
you've heard about the pain of tatooing. And the annual swimsuit
fashion advice for fat women to avoid horizontal stripes. Well I'm not
weak like most women. I like a little pain, as long as it serves a
purpose. And this body spiral is my statement on beauty. I *will*
maintain myself, girl. Do you think you could ever be as strong as me?
Answer."
"No sir."
"Damn right, kid."
She let me take a long, close look at her incredible body. There was
simply no way to grow accustomed to the continuous spiral tatoo. I
loved how the stripes gradually thinned and tapered to sharp points nine
inches below her elbows and knees.
The depilation was complete. My skin was beginning to sting slightly.
Tracy gestured with the whip and I quickly went back to the shower. She
made me turn on the water, and keep it on full power cold. After two
minutes, she got in with me.
She held herself in the spray, and I was thankful for the relief. She
rinsed her hair, then turned off the water.
"Now dry my hair, boy." She took a fluffy pink towel from the shelf and
threw it into my hands.
I started rubbing the top of her head.
Immediately she said "No! Press gently, fool, let the towel work for a
while. Rubbing damages hair, boy. Got it? Answer. And apologize."
"Yes sir, now I understand. I am very sorry my ignorance damaged Miss
Tracy's beautiful hair, and I promise, sir, never to make such an
idiotic mistake again. If you will find it in your heart to forgive a
novice student, I will be forever in your debt, Miss Tracy, sir."
"Well, said, girl." She looked up at me and gave a smile.
"You really are a baldy now, boy."
I gently placed dry sections of the towel on Tracy's jet black tresses,
glistening from the shower. I was freezing because she didn't let me
dry off. But she didn't mind being wet, so I emulated her bravery. The
cold made my cock stay a tiny 2.5 inches, and my balls were almost
completely withdrawn inside. With no body hair, I looked like a very
tall prepubescent boy.
"All right, enough hair drying. You can dry yourself now."
I toweled off quickly.
"Now do me. You can take your time if you want."
I swallowed at this once-in-a-lifetime chance. Gently, taking an
acceptably girlish approach, I began toweling Tracy's shoulders. Her
spiral started at the nape of her neck, and flawlessly ran clockwise
down her strong, feminine body. She raised her arms for me when I
walked around to dry off her breasts. I noticed the stripe grazed the
top of her left nipple and the bottom of her right. Talk about
planning. And the stripes were so even and mathematically perfect!
Wonderful.
When I reached her waist, she spread her feet in a wider stance,
trusting me to dry off her cunt and ass. It was a treat to be granted
such a privilege. I squatted down and finished each leg. God, her
hips, waist, and ass were glorious. And her nice wide vertical
rectangle of pubic hair was truly lovely.
"Stand up."
"Turn around. March."
She guided me with the whipping rod pressed into the center of my lower
back. We left the backstage area and marched down a long, bright white
hallway. The centre wasn't busy, but the 4 or 5 other people stopped to
see how I looked at this stage. The other two shemale patients were
kept nude too.
We approached another novice and her instructor. The novice was chained
at the neck. Her chain looked like strong chromed jewelry, more
symbolic than serious. She already had visible breasts, and her long
blonde hair looked natural and well styled. Like most elite shemales,
her narrow waist and wide hips were miraculous.
"Good afternoon, Miss Stephanie. Could your inductee please help us
with one little thing?", asked Tracy.
"We always have time for Miss Tracy's needs, sir.", answered Stephanie,
a petite buzz-cutted redhead wearing the same lab coat and boots outfit
Miss Margaret had.
"This one needs some lipstick.", said Tracy.
Stephanie took a tube from her pocket and gave it to her shemale.
"Angel, put some lipstick on Tracy's friend. Answer."
"Gladly, Miss Stephanie, sir.", said Angel. She had been through the
vocal cord alteration, and her voice was four or five notes higher than
mine.
Angel smiled and applied the lipstick. We both enjoyed our wonderful
moment of freedom and slavery under Tracy and Stephanie.
"Good job, Angel. Answer."
"Thank you, Miss Stephanie, sir.", said Angel.
"I compliment you on the deportment of this one, Miss Stephanie.", said
Tracy.
"Haven't seen a baldy in a while.", said Stephanie.
"Mmmm. They're so easy to control.", answered Tracy.
My heart started beating faster. I was in love with Tracy's authority.
Tracy and Stephanie said their goodbyes. Angel and I shared one last
friendly glance as Tracy pressed the whip in again to get me marching
again.
We arrived at a door marked 217B in polished brass. Tracy made me open
the door and enter. She stayed in the hall. The 10' by 10' room was
mirrored on the ceiling and each wall. I was shocked at my eerie,
almost alien reflection. I had never had the guts to go bald before,
but now it was permanent. I was instantly turned on by it.
Looking around the room, I saw a bridal veil hanging from a hook in the
mirrored door.
"Put it on, boy.", said Tracy from outside.
The taste of my own pre-come still lingered on my tongue as I processed
her command.
The veil drifted and flowed as I drew it off the metal hook. It was 3
feet long. Examining my full-body reflection, I gently raised it and
set it on my candle-white head. I felt so beautiful as the lacy elastic
band formed itself to me. The white veil hung beautifully over my
shoulders. Tracy opened the door and entered.
"Stand here."
She positioned me in the middle of the room. Her multiple spiral tatoo
reflections overloaded my mind. I saw her hang her whip from the door
hook.
Tracy stood behind me, then gave me a gentle embrace.
"Robin, you are sooooo beautiful. I love you."
I felt her breasts touching my back through the veil. I was ready to
collapse from the perfection of the situation.
Tracy's right hand reached down to slowly grasp my hard penis.
"Look at me.", she said.
I looked up at our reflection. My smooth baby skin and white veil
looked so innocent next to Tracy's wild body and soft black hair. It
was hard to make out my face through the gauzy fabric. Tracy's smiling
reflection stared into my soul.
I closed my eyes and breathed deeply as Tracy slooowly grasped and
pumped me. Had my balls been aching this hard all this time?
"My beautiful little boy.", she said, her voice cracking in a motherly
way.
"All ready for his biiiig big step. Answer.", she whispered.
"Yes, Miss Tracy, sir.", I replied through my quickening breaths. My
knees were trembling.
Tracy came around to face me. I felt my pre-come as she laid her hands
on my shoulders. She took a wide stance and looked me in the eye. The
veil was lifted back and I blinked quickly in a feminine, graceful
manner. A strong, hot kiss. Her perfume was heavenly. We embraced and
drew together. She guided my cock into her soft, soft labia.
"Push on in, boy.", she said.
I slid my concrete-hard, dripping hot cock inside her velvety, slippery
cunt. She hugged me tight.
We abandoned ourselves to the sacred sexual union. In between tightly
closing my eyes, I caught clear glances of her exotically striped body
in the mirror. Her shoulderblades and back muscles moved beneath her
skin. I was hypnotized by the flawless beauty of her gorgeously striped
ass.
Tracy began breathing harder. I HAD to come, but knew I should treat
her to more slippery fucking. We kissed. My nipples surrendered to her
pressing breasts. She reached her hands down to my buns and clutched
hard, pulling me into her, deeper and deeper. Our climactic rhythm
lasted for 7 thrusts. She moaned louder.
"Oh... Oooh. MMmmmm yeah, girl!"
My body became tense as golden Pleasure flooded through every limb. I
gasped for air and kept thrusting and coming inside my goddess, Miss
Tracy. My forever Master!
"Aaah. Ah. Oooooaaooooooh. Oh oh oh, oooh.", moaned Tracy, slowly
swept away with orgasmic bliss. Her hands on my ass pressed me in
deeper. We held and hugged. One long, last kiss.
Tracy detached, my come dripping down onto her thighs. The room's cool
air felt wrong on my previously red hot penis. How I had to return
home, inside my soft, warm Queen.
Tracy removed my veil and let it fall down, brushing briefly against my
buns and calves.
"My little boy bride. All girl from now on. Time for a bridal shower,
girl."
I was weak and drained. I needed help to follow my Master. Tracy took
the whip from the hook and touched it to my shoulder, right where the
almost forgotten sting was. I immediately pulled my energy together and
stood up straight.
"Move."
She directed me out of the mirrored room and over to room 218B. We
entered. It was a bathroom with another square shower stall. I was
happy to feel Tracy's care as the warm water hit me. She lathered me
up, and I scrubbed her thighs clean. We took a long, wordless shower,
kissing and rinsing in the gentle spray. Tracy lovingly dried me off,
then had me take my time drying her hair and body.
"Done like a good girl. Now that you're clean and smooth, report to
surgery room 4, down the hall on the right. Dr. Roland won't have much
trouble feminizing that jaw of yours. And the rest of your face won't
need any extra work. Answer."
"Yes, sir."
She held the whip to my back, and gently placed her hand over it. I
closed my eyes, feeling her delicious, painfully threatening dominance
and warm touch of Love simultaneously. She pushed me toward the door.
IV
I left Tracy, and turned to see her smiling broadly. She had left the
irreversible choice up to me. Everyone in the surgery department
treated me wonderfully. They gave a full before and after preview, and
I was blown away at the improvement. The surgery took three hours. I
spent the next week resting and taking hormones. I watched countless
informational shows about the transgender world, and all the treatment
options available. I received flowers from Margaret and Tracy. Angel
visited with Stephanie and gave me a manicure. We were allowed to have
a long session of girl talk. Stephanie gently but firmly pulled on
Angel's chain when she noticed Angel going slow intentionally.
My facial swelling came down in 5 weeks. Over that time, the hormones
began their wonderful effects. My skin softened. My breasts filled
out, and my nipples grew larger and more sensitive. My beard stopped
growing, and my body hair was softer and shinier. Shemales need a
gentler dose of estrogen than MtF Transsexuals, so I was carefully
monitored so I wouldn't lose sexual functions. I would go on a low
maintenance dose when I was happy with my breast size. I found baldness
suited me, and made my eyeshadow technique ultra-important.
I spent six wonderful months at Stages. Controlled sexual freedom with
Tracy was viewed as valuable medicine for body and soul. And I grew to
love the touch of her whip. I even longed for it. Pleasing her was the
most fulfilling experience I ever knew. She taught me all about makeup
and fashion, girl to girl.
The van driver who abducted me sent an apology letter. He explained his
role in my overall treatment, and explained that real birth required
real pain. I hated the guy, but understood.
I am totally passable now. I love having real, completely natural
breasts. It is even possible to be openly Shemale in America these
days. And being a bald woman with black sunglasses and red lipstick is
a fashion statement that will never lose its impact.
