From: nancytv29@aol.com (NancyTV29)
Subject: HOT TG FICTION (BD/SM and other kinky stuff)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
This is very adult fiction concerning bondage and forced feminization.
It is for adult use only. This is the first chapter of a novel I have
written. My hope that you'll like this first chapter enough to want to buy
the rest of it. I'm trying to raise money for my sexual reassignment
surgery which I hope to have in about a year.I'm just weeks away from
throwing away my male clothes and starting my full-time trial. This is
already, between the counselors, drug and doctors, a very expensive
process. So, I came up with the bright idea of writing and selling this
fantasy story. It is well worth the $6 I'm charging, if I do say so myself
($1 is for mailing costs and printing). If you are a fan of the Reluctant
Press or the Sandy Thomas books, then you'll like what you get for your
money.
To order e-mail me at Nancy29TV@aol.com. I'll then e-mail chapters one
and two, which were already published here on the Internet several months
ago. Then, once I receive your $6 cash or money order, I'll send you a
laser print-out of the rest of the novel. It is longer than most TV novels
and I think just as long as The Bridges of Madison County (and better
too). Mail the $6 to: Nancy Rose, 4375 West Desert Inn #D-219, Las Vegas,
NV 89102. Thanks very much for helping me achieve my dream.
Enjoy the story....
The Trainer
By Nancy Rose
(copyright 1996, all rights reserved)
Chapter One
He was a pretty one, the red-painted pouting lips so full, the mascara
making his eyes big and bright, the tight red satin dress hugging his
thin, curvy, oh-so-slightly girlish form. The mistress had such an eye for
these boys, knew exactly which ones to pick.
"No," he whined. "Please. Why are you doing this? Please, let me go."
He didn't know how sexy he looked when he begged. The blond page-boy
wig gave him such a sultry sex-kitten look that his pleading, while out of
quite sincere desperation, just seemed like coy flirtation. His voice was
naturally high now, with just a hint of bass hinting at what he used to
be. How quickly we had sapped him of his masculinity.
"Don't you want me?" I asked, knowing the answer.
I put a hand under his dress and ran a finger over the little bulge in
his red satin panties. His body had betrayed him, its lust eroding his
will, his desires making him willing to give up anything to be with me. I
didn't want anything but his masculinity. "You know I do," he finally
said, tears welling in his eyes.
"Then say it."
His arms, thin and smooth, looked so luscious as they strained against
the chains. His stockinged legs, so shapely with high heels on his feet,
could barely move because the mistress had the spreader-bar locked between
his legs. He'd been standing, chained in the box, his arms above him, his
gams spread below him, for almost ten hours.
It had been ten hours of me teasing him, making him want me, making him
beg the mistress to wear another female garment. First the panties, then
the bra, the garter belt, the stockings, the make-up, the dress, the wig,
and finishing with a pair of 4-inch bright red heels with thin ankle
straps and bows at the toe. Sexier, more feminine shoes have never been
created.
With each garment he donned, I stroked his little thing, but it was his
tenth session and the mistress' potion was changing him, making it harder
and harder for him to cum. His manhood could get amazingly stiff, but it
would never again be able to be instrument of his climax. Such was the
magic of the mistress' potion.
"I want you," he said.
"Will you be a girl for me?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"Yes," he said, blushing with shame, already more girl than boy.
"And you'll give the mistress your boyhood?" I asked and gently stroked
his hardened maleness.
"Yes," he said weakly, about to cry.
"You'll need to be a very dainty girl, you know."
"Yes. I know."
"We'll teach you how to be such a good sissy. You'll learn how to walk
like a girl, sit like a girl, even
throw a ball like a girl. Nothing about you will be allowed to resemble a
male."
I stroked him harder and harder. The poor dear wanted to cum so bad.
You could see it in his eyes, but release was now impossible through his
useless thing. But there were other ways.
At his first session, so many weeks ago, he came in just seconds, messing
the pretty little panties she had given him. Looking at me, with the
promise of me touching his thing, he barely resisted sliding those silky,
lacy undies up his legs.
When they're that young, it's an easy process. The hormones are raging
already, sexual hunger making them easily persuaded. They need little help
from mistress' potion, a special recipe of hormones and psychotropic drugs
that erode resistance and increase the power of suggestion.
Today was his twelfth session and his thing was no longer able to
spurt. The only way he could have relief was through his tight little
rear-end, where the prostate waited, with much anticipation, to be
manipulated.
But he would have to ask first. He would have to ask to be fucked like
a girl.
I was the trainer. I was to do the fucking.
"You want to cum don't you, my little pretty one?" I asked.
"Ooooo yes," he said in a voice so sexy it almost made me orgasm.
I stroked him harder and harder, knowing it would do nothing but frustrate
him more, decimating his
will even further.
"Does the little girly want to cum?"
"Uh-huh. Ooo yes."
"Then you'll be a girl for me? You'll cum like a girl?"
"Yes. Please anything. I can't take this anymore. Pleeeeease."
Even his whining was sexy and feminine.
"I like my girlfriends to cum while I'm inside them."
"What? No, please no."
"What? My little girl doesn't want to cum?"
"Yes, she does, she does. But I don't want to be..."
"Fucked? Oh I think you do. You do, don't you?"
It's here, when they have just a little resistance left, that the
hypnotic effect of the potion does its most important work.
"I do?"
"Yes, you do. You want to feel it deep inside you. It will make you
feel so good to have me inside
you."
"Yes, it will make me feel very good."
"The more you feel like a girl, the better you will feel."
"Yes, please I want you inside me."
"My little girl wants fucked?"
"yes pleeeeease, yesssss, oh pleeeeease."
"Anything for my little girl."
I walked around behind him, my high heels ominously clicking on the
floor. I lifted my black leather
skirt, pulled off my black satin panties and let free my hardened manhood.
It had been five years since the mistress had robbed me off the power to
cum through it, but fucking was still very, very, very pleasurable. I
lubed it up with KY. I was proud of it really. The rest of me was so
feminine and pretty now, I didn't mind have something that was still male.
I nestled the head between his cheeks, barely pressing into his little
virgin rosebud.
"Pleeeease," he said. "Ooooo pleeeeease."
I thrust it in.
"Uggggggggghh!" he yelled, almost sounding like a boy again. I knew I
hurt him, but he'd get over it.
I started moving in and out slowly, then faster then faster.
The mistress stepped forward to talk to the transformed boy who was
writhing in agony and ecstasy.
"Look at you , you little slut with a dick in your pussy, begging to be
fucked. You like it. You love it.
From now on, this is the only way you'll be able to cum. Do you understand
me?"
"Yesssss, Mistressssss," he managed to get out.
"Now cum for me, you little whore," she said. "Cum like the girl you
are, with a dick in your cunt."
He screamed loud, like a girl, his voice a lovely screeching falsetto. His
eyes clenched tight and he
grimaced, thrashing his head back and forth.
He had cum just like a girl, and he'd never be a boy again.
To be continued...
To order e-mail me at Nancy29TV@aol.com. I'll then e-mail you chapters two and three, which were already published on the Internet several months ago. Then, once I receive your $6 cash or money order, I'll send you a laser print out of the rest of the novel. It is longer than most TV novels and I think just as long as The Bridges of Madison County (and better too). Mail the $6 to: Nancy Rose, 4375 West Desert Inn #D-219, Las Vegas, NV 89102. Thanks very much for helping me achieve my dream.
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