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    I change them from WIMPS to WOMEN

    By: TV KRISY

    It only took a few days on my new job before I had one on the line. His
    name was Chris and He was the assistant to VP of the loan department and
    looked to be around 25 years old. He fit the profile of the kind of guys that
    were infatuated with me. His personality was very passive and he acted kind
    of wimpy. He was your typical geek in school that now had a job with a little
    authority so people that never would have talked to him before now were
    forced to. You see I look like Zena the warrior princess of the TV show. I am
    over 6 feet tall and when I am in heels which I love to wear I look like a
    Amazon. Chris was the type of guy that was turned on by tall dominate
    woman like me. I liked to change jobs about every year so I was used to
    being stalked by wimps like this when I first started a job. Over the last few
    years I had made a game out of seeing how far I could take guys into the
    world of female domination and Chris looked like the best prospect that I
    seen in a long time.

    I dress very feminine to work but not slutty, if you know what a mean. I
    love heels and the one day I caught Chris staring at a pair of shiny black
    patent leather pumps that I had on. When he did that I knew I had a new
    candidate for training. When he gazed at them he didn't have that "God I
    want to fuck you" look like most men. It was a look that I had seen from men
    like him many times before. It was the look of a man that wanted to be
    ordered lick them clean. I made a few trips by his desk even though it was
    out of my way just to see that look on his face. Over the next week I tried to
    get him to talk to me but with no luck. One day I was on the elevator with
    him and pretended to accidentally rub against him and I though the guy was
    going to jump off it before the door was opened. I knew this little mouse was
    going to be hard to trap but when I got him it was going to be worth it.

    It was the second week of working there that I got my first opening.
    On Friday there was to be a birthday party for the VP of his department at a
    nearby bar and all managers are required to go if they want to advance in the
    bank. The guys in the bank always invited the single female tellers so I was
    asked to attend. All week I asked people about Chris to get info to help me
    with my plan. He was 25 and had been working at the bank for 2 years now.
    He got his job because his uncle was a top executive in the bank. It made
    sense because he sure didn't get the job on his charisma. He never had a
    girlfriend while he worked at the bank and probably never would because he
    very seldom talked to the woman at work and only a few of the guys. He still
    lived with his folks even though he had been out of collage for a while. The
    more I heard about this guy the more I thought he deserved to be under a
    woman's thumb and the more I wanted him on his knees in front of me

    When I got to the party I looked for Chris and found him at the bar
    drinking by himself. I waited for a while and then sat on the open stool next
    to him. I think when he saw me he wanted to run but we were in a corner and
    it would have been awkward for him to get out. I started to talk to him and it
    took a long time but the little flower finally started to open up to me. After we
    had a few drinks together he loosed up and started to tell me about his
    interests. He loved to buy antiques and was infatuated by tropical fish. This
    guy was so boring that I almost fell asleep after 5 minutes. It took all the
    willpower I had to look like I was aroused by the subjects he talk about and
    with him. I asked hundreds of questions like I really cared. After a few hours
    I had this little bird eating out of my hand so I talked him into a few shots. He
    looked like he wanted to say no but I was already starting to intimidate him as
    I insisted he partake. After I had him drunk I started to dig into his love life.
    He admitted that he had only two girlfriends in his life. One in high school
    and one in collage and both had dumped him only after a few months. He
    was not a virgin sexually but at best was a novice in the bedroom. I lied and
    told him my ride had left and asked if he could give me a ride home.

    When we both got in his car I jumped on him like a tigress on a gazelle
    and started to kiss him. It was a hour before he could brake away from me
    long to start the car. On the drive to my house I never took my hand off his
    thigh as I gradually worked it closer to his cock. I invited him in and in 5
    minutes we were in the bedroom with me on my back and this wimp on top
    of me trying his best to act like a stud. He was one of the worst fucks I have
    ever had but I acted like he was king Kong. I faked a couple of orgasms and
    moaned like he was splitting me in two. When we were done he almost cried
    explaining it was the best night of sex he had ever had. I wanted to slap him
    and toss him out the front door but I agreed with him and told him it was
    special for me also. We dated almost every night for a month after that night
    and I gave him any kind and as much sex as he could handle. At the end of
    the month after we made love one night this pansy started to cry and told me
    he loved me. I mustered up a few fake tears and told him that I could not live
    with out him and also was deeply in love. That's the sign I was waiting for I
    now knew he was ready for phase two. He moved in the next weekend.

    One Saturday when I left a couple of my female domination magazines
    on the kitchen counter for him to find. When he picked them up his eyes
    almost popped out of his head. I explained to him that my old boyfriend was
    into female domination and that I found them last night when I was cleaning
    and I was going to toss them. I brushed it off like it was no big deal. But
    Chris never put them down till he looked at every page. I could tell by the
    little tent in his pants that I had him hooked. He asked if he could take them to
    show his friends as a joke. I told him sure and again I brushed it off and
    made no big deal about it. That night when I was sucking his cock I stuck
    one of my fingers up his ass. He let out a load moan and almost came
    instantly. He was embarrassed that he came so fast and did not get to have
    intercourse with me. I told him I was sorry that I had read that most men like
    anal stimulation when they are getting oral sex. I also told him that some men
    are highly stimulated by anal penetration and he must be one of those guys.
    He was so sorry that I did not have a orgasm that he offered to bring me to
    climax by eating me out. I told him it was not important but in a snap he was
    between my legs licking me like a Saint Bernard dog. I had to admit that this
    guy had some natural talent in this area. He made me climax and was as
    good as some girlfriends I have had.

    As the weeks went on we started to have intercourse less and I was
    making him cum most of the time with anal penetration as I sucked him off.
    He would then eat me out when he was done. I could finish him off in less
    than 5 minutes but I would always make him eat me for almost a hour. He
    would look exhausted as I would grab the back of his head rub his face on
    my pussy when I would have my orgasm. On his birthday I told him I had a
    surprise for him and had him undress and go in the bedroom and wait for me.
    I went in the bathroom and changed into my domination outfit. It slipped on a
    black leather corset, hose and G-string with matching high heel boots and
    elbow length gloves. I put on the make-up a little heavy and dark then walked
    in the bedroom. Chris's cock instantly sprang to attention when he saw me. I
    tried to act real awkward like I was uncomfortable in the outfit and explained
    that my old boyfriend bought it for me but I never had put it on before. I told
    him I thought he might like me dressed like this because of the interest that he
    had in the female domination magazines. It took him a few minutes to talk
    because he was so excited but he finally spit out that yes he was very turned
    on. I told him I was not really into female domination but if he would teach
    me I would try to make his fantasy real. In a second he was on his knees in
    front of me licking my slit as I pretended to clumsy act dominate by grabbing
    a fist full of his hair and moving him to my liking. When I climaxed I forced
    his face so far into my cunt that he had to fight to come up for breath. I told
    him that it was now his turn to cum and ordered him to lay on the bed. I
    pulled 4 lengths of rope from under the bed and had him tied tightly spread
    eagle on the bed. Just looking at this helpless wimp tied to the bed made
    excited. I pulled a gag from a drawer and rammed the big ball in his little
    mouth before he had time to protest. I played with him for a hour till I had
    him good and ready and then pulled out some baby oil and my dildo. I got
    him ready with the oil and a few fingers than rammed the dildo up his ass the
    same time stroking his cock. For a short time all you could hear in the room
    was the his moaning into the ball gag and the sound of the dildo slurping in
    and out of his ass. When he blew his load I thought it was going to hit the
    ceiling. I untied him and pulled the gag out of his mouth at the same time
    telling him that I hope I was not to rough. Explaining that this new experience
    was foreign to me but I was willing to experiment with it to please him. He
    could not even answer me. All he did was put his head in my lap like a bad
    puppy and pass out. Over the next month the roles of me as the dominate one
    and him as the submissive wimp became more fixed. When we did have
    straight sex I was always on top and Chris was on the bottom. As I started to
    see him get more comfortable in his submissive role I knew it was time for
    phase 2.

    One afternoon after we got home from work I dragged Chris to the
    bedroom where he spent the next hour on his knee's bringing me to multiple
    climaxes. It was now to the point were it was optional for me please Chris
    sexually. It had been a week for him having any sexual release so I knew he
    was ready. The little pansy was talking endlessly about some new antique he
    had just found. I tried to act interested as I picked up my bra and walked
    behind him. I quickly wrapped it around his chest then ordered him to put his
    arms in, still making it kind of a joke. The word "NO" was no longer in his
    vocabulary so he meekly slipped his arms in. I snapped the clasp in the back
    and handed my panties to him. When he had them pulled up it was so funny
    because he look like a little boy being punished. The matching bra and panties
    were some of the sexiest ones I owned. The bra was a red satin push-up half
    bra with tons of lace trim and the panties were ultra-french cut. He was so
    humiliated that I had talked him into my undergarments that all he could do
    was stand with his head down. When I grabbed my dress to slip it on him I
    finally had hit his limit. Chris went into a little pissy fit about how he was not
    going to wear a dress as he tried to unhook his bra. Before he could unhook
    it, I let him have it with both barrels. I explained to him that he was the one
    that wanted me in charge so he better shut the fuck up right now. Now that I
    was enjoying myself because I liked being the dominate one in our
    relationship there was no going back. I told him if he did put this dress on I
    would toss all his stuff on the front lawn and he be kicked out of my house
    for good. I went on for 10 minutes yelling close to his face till he wilted like a
    flower in the July sun. I asked him what his answer was, he did not talk all
    he did was raise his hands up so I could slip the dress on him. It was red
    with long sleeves and had a A line skirt that was very feminine looking. My
    pantyhose were black and the expensive shinny kind that looked great on his
    long skinny legs. I noticed that this little fagget had better legs than me as I
    slipped my red pumps with 5" heels on his feet. I look at his face to judge if it
    had potential for make-up. He had a cute little button nose and full lips and
    big eyes. He was perfect for a transformation into a woman. As started to
    pluck his eyebrows he complained a little but I reassured him that I was only
    removing a few outlying hair. I stepped back when I was done with them and
    laughed to myself. I had given him the ultra-feminine arched eyebrows of a
    fashion model. I put face powder, eye shadow, eye liner, blush, lipstick,
    gloss on his face and then crowned his head with a blond permed wig. When
    I stepped back to take a look I was speechless this time. This was my best
    transformation work by far. He still needed a little work but I had made this
    wimp into a sexy beautiful woman.

    Over the next month I made a rule that at home after work Chris was
    to dress in the same clothes I wore to work that day. he had to be at work
    before me so I loved to see the look on his face when he saw me for the first
    time. I started to dress more sexy at work so when I would walk in with
    super high heels and tight short dresses, his eyes would get big as saucers.
    My new look was beginning to be the talk of the bank with all the men. I
    would tease Chris by asking him what all the other men at the bank would
    think if they knew that he was going to have this dress on tonight at our
    house. When he was dressed in my clothes I started to call him Krisy. As the
    time went on I so a transformation beyond just his clothes. He seemed to
    truly accept his female role. He transformed himself into a perfect little
    housewife by accepting all the shopping, cooking, housework, laundry. He
    also was responsible for my nail polish and pubic hair trimming. One night
    when I looked down at him on his knees putting bright red polish on my toe
    nails I knew he was ready for phase 3

    A gay friend of mine named Rick always had a big Halloween bash that
    included a auction of drag queens for sex slaves. The drag queens all
    volunteered because the money raised went as a donation to Queer Nation
    organization. My gay friend loved to bust the cherry's of straight guys so the
    plan was to put Krisy in the auction and have my friend buy her. The week
    before the party I told Chris about a costume at my friends house and
    explained that it would be a perfect way to test if he could pass as a female in
    public. He was not to keen on the plan but he knew that there was no way out
    for him. The day of the party I started early getting him ready by shaving his
    whole body from the tip of his toes to his neck. I spent the next two hours on
    his make-up and till he looked like a million bucks. When he saw the playboy
    bunny costume as I pulled it out of the box you could see the panic in his
    eyes. The costume was not a knockoff of a bunny out fit like you see at most
    Halloween parties. This was a authentic one that I had a friend send me that
    worked at the playboy club in Chicago. It was a hot pink one that came
    complete with the bunny ears and tail and the cuffs on the wrists and dark
    black tights. I had to make Chris lay on the bed as I put my knee on his back
    to get the zipper closed on the outfit. The corset built into the outfit gave the
    little tramp a 24" waist and the bra filled out to a 36"D when I added the
    breast forms. I also added padding to his hips to give him the perfect hour
    glass figure when I was done. I pulled a new blond wig out of the box and
    fitted it to his head. It had tons of curls and the length was half way down his
    back. He looked like any man's wet dream when I finished him off by
    slipping a pair of pink pumps with 6" heels on his feet. I told him that we had
    spent so much time on his costume that I was not going to have time now to
    put mine on. I handed him a short waist cut fur vest that I owned and pushed
    him out the door. Seeing his ass wiggle as he tried to walk to the car in those
    heels confirmed to me that we were in for a fun night.

    Walking in the party and seeing all those gay men looking at Krisy in
    that costume made it worth all that time getting him ready. Krisy asked right
    away why he was the only one in costume. I pointed out all the guys that
    were dressed as bikers and a few other men dressed as woman. He was so
    dumb that he did not know that they were leather men and drag queens. I told
    him I was going to find us a drink but really wanted to leave him alone for a
    while. I found Rick and we hid in the back of the room so we could watch
    Krisy. Rick almost started to salivate when he saw Krisy in that outfit. Rick
    kept complementing me on my transformation and thanking me for setting
    him up with a sweet thing like Krisy. As we both watched him it was so
    funny because he was like a goldfish in a pool of Great White sharks as guy
    after guy tried to pick him up. A few tried to feel him up and it took all the
    strength that little wimp could muster to get away from them. After a hour of
    watching him Rick gave me a signal that it was time for the action. Rick
    turned on some music and all the drag queens moved too the front of the
    room where there was a small stage. As the queens where just starting to get
    to the stage I walked up to Krisy and told her to get on the stage because they
    were going to judge costumes. He didn't have time to think as I pushed him
    up on the stage. Most of the other queens were older so he was by far the
    hottest thing up there and got most of the attention from the crowd. The
    bidding on the other 3 girls went fast but they each went for around $200.
    The look of confusion on Krisy's face as the bidding went all the way to
    $1000 was hilarious. He must have though it was some new way to judge
    costumes. I set it up with Rick that I would pay half of the final bid so when
    Rick yelled the $1500 bid every one else stopped bidding. All the winner's
    where told to come up and take there possessions so Rick and the 3 other
    guys stepped forward and tossed their girl's over there shoulders and headed
    to the bedrooms. The other queens were kicking there legs and waving there
    arms and yelling putting up phony struggles like they were being raped for a
    joke. The crowd always loved it and was clapping and yelling encouragement
    to the winners of the auctions. I wonder if they knew that the younger blond
    boy in the bunny outfit over the shoulder of the large black guy was not
    faking his struggle.

    When Krisy came out of the bedroom a hour latter she was a sight to be
    seen. He had mascara all down his face from crying and his lipstick and hair
    were a mess. He was walking like a old man and most of the guys in the
    room were slapping his ass and congratulating him for making the most
    money. I grabbed him and asked him what had gone on in the bedroom. All
    he could say was that he wanted to go home right away. As we drove home
    he was silent and just looked out the side window of the car. He kept
    readjusting himself in his seat each time we hit a bump like he had a bad case
    of hemorrhoids . I knew he would want to stop at a bathroom on the way
    home to expel some of the cum that was up his ass so I went the route that
    went by the wayside that was a notorious gay pick up spot. When I asked if
    he wanted to stop at the wayside to go, he said yes and jumped out the car
    before I had it parked. I watched that sissy limp to the restroom with out
    thinking how he was dressed because he went to the mensroom. I got on my
    cell phone and called the cops complaining that there was a man dressed as a
    woman having sex with guys in the ladies room at the wayside. I knew after
    the pounding he got he would be in there for a long time so I pulled out and
    headed home.

    The next time I saw Chris was at the police station the next morning.
    He looked like hell when he walked out of the drunk tank. His wig was gone
    and his outfit was ripped but he still had his make-up and high heels on. As
    we drove home I explained to him that Rick had told me what went on in the
    bedroom at the party. I told him that he had to move out my house for not
    being honest with me about being gay. When I told him he had a 3 day to
    move out he was so exhausted from the nights activities that he did not
    defend himself but just stared to ball like a baby. I didn't give the little wimp
    any sympathy but just yelled at him that maybe he could call his new
    boyfriend Rick if he needed a place to live. When we got home he changed
    and walked out with a few bags of his clothes with out saying goodbye, the
    ungrateful bastard.

    The story was in the Sunday morning paper with the headlines "
    BANK VP FOUND AT WAYSIDE DRESSED AS WOMAN HAVING
    SEX WITH TWO MEN. I told the bank on Monday that I had to quit because
    of the embarrassment of the whole incident. Chris's uncle apologized to me
    personally and gave me one years severens pay to help me to keep any info I
    had about Chris under my hat. I took it easy for the next few months and
    lived high off the hog with the check I got from the bank. I took a trip to
    Mexico with a few girlfriends and paid for the whole trip for them.

    The next time I saw Chris was when I visited Rick at his gay bar that
    he owned. Chris was living with Rick and working at the bar as a female
    impersonator. I stopped in to see his show and was very impressed at the
    improvement in his look. He did a Shenia Twain that made the crowed go
    nuts. He sang the song "Man I feel like a woman" dressed in tight stretch
    pants, crop top, black high heels boots and wig that was teased so much it
    almost touched the ceiling. I watched him after the show as he followed Rick
    around the bar like a puppy on a leash. I said hello and he looked like he was
    glad to see me. He explained to me what happened at the party that night and
    what happened at the wayside after and I acted like I didn't know. He told me
    that he was very sorry for not being honest with me and that I had to endure
    all the embarrassment. He want on and on about how much he was in love
    with Rick and that he was going spend all his savings to have a sex change
    operation next month for him. I hugged him and acted happy but I knew it
    was all my doing, that this wimp would soon be a woman. On the way out I
    stopped and talked to Rick and he explained that he was getting sick of Chris
    and as soon as he had his operation he was going to boot his ass out of house
    and fire him from the bar. He said the thought of a guy without a cock was a
    turn-off for him.

    I went back to work a year later at a new bank on the other side of
    town. It took a few weeks but I found a new victim. He was the VP of the
    Commercial Loan department and was a wimp just like Chris. As I watched
    him at work I knew that he had less potential as Chris but I would still have
    fun with him. I started to talk to him at a party after work that was held at a
    nearby bar. When I told him the last place I had worked he asked me if I
    knew Chris. I said no and he told me the whole story about him getting
    arrested and then having a sex change. When I asked him what ever
    happened to Chris he told me that he was now working as a waitress at the
    Denny's out by the interstate and living with a unemployed truck driver at the
    trailer park on the bad side of town. He told me it was a sad story because
    everyone in the banking business in the city thought Chris had tons of
    potential. "Really" I said trying not to smile. Then I grabbed his chin tight
    and looked hard into his eyes and asked him " how much potential do you
    have!" All the time knowing that at least I was not talking about banking.


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