Date: Sat, 22 Oct 2005 22:24:10 -0500
From: Erica Young <mootinmexico@gmail.com>
Subject: erica-in-heaven chapter 1

Disclaimer: If you are offended by strong transgender themes,
medium-intensity BDSM situations, gay, straight, bisexual, and lesbian sex,
any of a multitude of other fetishes, or occasional scenes of violence
(non-sexual), then please stop reading now. Otherwise, proceed on...

This story is a work of fiction. Some elements are based on true
occurances, but reality takes a backseat to fantasy as it is in most
fiction. The characters in this story live in a world where you don't need
to worry about pregnancy or STDs; however, we do. So please, be responsible
and use protection during sex. Let's stop the spread of STDs, one safe
session at a time. :)

Send feedback to mootinmexico@gmail.com if you liked/hated it.

"Okay, then, Erica, let's take a look at you!"

I turned around and gazed into the mirror, taken aback by the beauty of the
new self that stared back at me. It was funny to see how dramatic a change
I could go through in just one week, the male identity I had held for so
long erased in a matter of days. I certainly wasn't complaining, though! My
new self was as cute and feminine as I'd always envisioned: over the front
of a maroon-and-white maid's uniform hung two cherry-red pigtails, in sharp
contrast to the mop of decidedly Irish orange-red hair that had been there
at the start of the week. My boxy horn-rims were replaced with thin gold
wire-frames, my usually rough skin now delicate and silky, and my body now
permanently removed of the faintest trace of body hair. I beamed happily.
"You're amazing, Lucy. Thank you so much for letting me take this job!"
Lucy, my new boss, chuckled lightheartedly. "Heh, you don't have to thank
me when you're gonna make me so much money. We don't get many girls at this
company as cute as you. let alone sissy-boys..." She paused for a moment to
examine my face, my clothes, and my body, making sure that every detail of
my appearance would be suitable for the job ahead.  I had to be perfect for
the client, after all. "You know, I don't think the maid's outfit will be
best for this job...  Perhaps if we put you in something simpler..."

I suppose it's best to explain just how I managed to get to this moment in
time, and the circumstances I took this job under. My birth certainly
didn't indicate the radical path in life I'd be taking; I was born Eric
Young to two rabidly Catholic Irish parents in New York, a couple that
might seem more in place at the turn of the 20th century than the time when
I was born. My father was an auto-mechanic, a brash, hyper-masculine man
who held the stereotypical Irish aggressiveness, if not the stereotypical
affinity for drink. My mother was a quiet woman, who seemed eternally
absorbed in the typical drudgery of housework. They were always kind and
never abusive or cruel, but they carried with them an emotional distance
which they kept everyone, including the other and their only 'son', apart
with. I recall playing often in my room, with Legos or action figures(or
dolls, when I could get my hands on them from the girls in the apartment
across from us.) In school, I tended not to fit in and spent most of my
school career with a extremely tight-knit group of friends whom have lasted
me to this day. I was always smaller than other boys, and even now I'm only
5'6" and 130 pounds. I wasn't particularly promiscuous in high school; I
was active with both men and women but my shyness usually inhibited me from
having sex any more than once in a blue moon. Part of this shyness was
derived from a guilt and shame I had built up over the years; for me, it
was the norm to dress up as a woman on Saturday night after my parents had
gone to bed, and go to Mass on Sunday at St. George's. It was extremely
difficult to come to grips with my gender issues, especially when trying to
keep up the image of a religious life. It was overcoming this shame which
would perhaps bring me to live the way I later would.

I left home after high school, since my parents couldn't afford to send me
to college. My friends went to community college, while I found a cheap
apartment and shuffled between a few tedious jobs. The independence of this
type of life opened my horizons considerably, however: I began to be less
reticent and shy around others, and my reduced church attendance led me to
begin enjoying my sex life. I soon discovered the enjoyment I derived from
submission; but the sporadic game of chance that was searching for sex at
the bar became tiresome, especially since I wasn't exactly alpha male
material, the closest gay bars were more dedicated to bears than effeminate
men like me, and I had never mustered the courage to introduce my
transgender tendencies into my sex life. Life as a normal male was leading
to ever-increasing sexual frustration for me, especially in light of the
transgender desires I had kept secret from all but my closest friends. And
this sexual frustration brought me one day to the company I would soon find
myself the star employee of...

It all began innocently, or as innocent as it got for me on the weekends.
Feeling particularly dirty, I made an appointment at my most-frequented
underground fetish club, the Whip's Crack, with a rather popular Russian
dominatrix, Mistress Katya. As I entered, my booth, I saw her in a leather
corset, lace panties biker's cap, her black hair flowing over her back and
her full red lips looking particularly beautiful. What I didn't expect,
however, were the silk stockings, leather miniskirt, slutty-looking tube
top, and black thong panties laying at her feet. She looked at me with the
steely, commanding eyes she had during each of our sessions. The hostess
locked the door behind me, leaving only my mistress and I in the
red-lighted, metal-walled room. "I see tonight's pet has arrived on time.
I've got a special game to play with you, slave." She pointed to the floor
at the clothes at her feet and beckoned me over. "Put these on, now!"  I
nervously obliged, removing my street clothes and putting on the clothes,
secretly savoring the feeling of the stockings going up my legs, the
panties around my crotch, and the dirty feeling of the skirt and shirt. I
felt like a whore, and I loved it. I felt my erection straining against my
panties almost as soon as I had finished putting on my clothes. "Does my
toy enjoy being dressed up like a slut?" I nodded obediently. "Yes,
mistress... I love it."  "Does my toy want to be treated like a slut, like
the sissy girl he really is?" I nodded, this time more fervently.  "Oh,
yes! Please treat me like a slut!" She smiled wickedly and stood up to her
full height of 6'1. She towered over me, her D-cup breasts almost spilling
out of her corset. "Very well, then our slut will get on her knees and pay
respect to her mistress." She pulled down the black lace, revealing a
well-trimmed bush of black hair covering a beautiful, tight, pink pussy.
She pushed me to my knees and grabbed a fistful of my hair, pushing my face
into her pussy. My tongue was awash in her juices almost instantly; I
savored its flavor as I drew it from her dripping hole and as I ran my
tongue over her clit. "You fucking slut... Give me more tongue, dammit!"
Her normally commanding voice shuddered as I laved her cunt with my
salivating tongue. Her moans and sighs began to culminate in a loud, almost
screaming orgasm, as my face was nearly drenched in her luscious juice. She
pushed my head away from her thighs and stared down at me. "Wonderful job,
slave.. Perhaps a reward is in order for a slut who does her job so well."
She took a cock-ring hanging off a hook on the wall, pulled down my
stockings and panties, and slid if over my straining cock. "And perhaps if
you're really good, we'll even let you have release!"  She stood me back up
and gently kissed the tip of my erection. She licked gently around the head
a few times, and took all six and a half inches into her throat. I cried
out in pleasure. I had never been this aroused; already, I wanted
desperately for the ring to be removed so that I could come. Her head
slowly bobbed back and forth on my shaft as she ran her tongue up and down
my head. "M-mistress... please, please let me cum!!" She looked up angrily
at me and took her mouth off my cock. "Perhaps our slave needs to learn a
lesson about patience!" She pushed me to the ground and straddled my
hips. "Thirty minutes without complaining, slave, and perhaps if I feel
generous I'll let you climax..." She slid downwards, taking the full length
of my hard penis into her. She began slowly riding up and down on me,
moaning softly as I pumped in and out. Already, my balls ached so badly I
could die. She began to pick up speed, fucking me harder and harder as I
counted down thirty minutes. I was in agony at the end of thirty minutes,
and she had already cum twice when she looked down at me. "My pet... slide
that ring off, now." I happily obliged, and as soon as I had pulled it off
I sprayed my mistress with several long jets of semen as I cried out in
pure euphoria. As my climax winded down, my mistress pulled me back up.
"Now... my sluts needs to clean up the mess she has made. With her tongue."
I weakly licked up the cum that was on her legs and her corset.  A few
moments passed as she pulled the women's clothing off me and pulled me to
my feet. "Did the slave like his moment as a girl?" I nodded. "Does he want
to keep doing it?" "Y-yes, mistress... I'd love to..." She grinned and
handed me a card. Her voice immediately dropped from the commanding
dominatrix voice to a normal, colloquial tone as I put my street clothes
back on. "Call this number, and ask for Lucy. We need more cute shemales
like you at our company." I looked down at the card. It said, simply,
"Heaven Industries", with the number at the bottom. I thanked her and
walked out.

I called the number the next morning, and got in touch with Lucy. She told
me to come to the offices that afternoon, and that we could talk. When I
got there, I noticed a clean, carpeted office that felt less like a place
for slutty slave boy-girls and more like a dentist's office. A secretary
sat behind a desk, typing idly at her PC. I approached her and leaned over
the desk. "Um, hi, I'm Eric Young, here to see Lucy Pearlman?" She looked
up and smiled. "Oh, hello Eric. We've been expecting you." She led me to
Lucy's office, a large room with a huge window and papers strewn
everywhere. Lucy beamed as she saw me. She was about five foot nine, and
dressed a little less than conservatively. Her brunette hair was extremely
long, going down almost to her waist and pulled back into a ponytail. She
had fairly small but perky breasts. Not bad, I supposed. "So you must be
Eric!  Nice to meet you!" She stood up and shook my hand. "You're the one
who's interested in a position here at Heaven Industries, right?" I nodded
and shook her hand firmly. The secretary left the room and Lucy closed the
blinds. I noticed an immediate change in her mannerisms as she shut the
door. She sat down at her desk and folded her hands. "Okay, Eric. Let's be
frank. Basically, we're a prostitution company, ever since prostitution was
legalized in the US and most developed countries from 2008 to 2010. We have
many different branches, straight men, straight women, shemales, gay males,
lesbian females, bisexual males and females, doms, subs, and switches.
Katya, however, tells me that you're most interested in being a
transvestite?" I nodded.  "Yes... I've always had a fascination for
feminization and crossdressing." She grinned. "You know, we get a lot of
requests for types like you... How flexible are you, sexually? Are you
bisexual, straight, or gay?" "Bisexual."  "Are you dom, sub, or switch?"
"Um, I guess sub, although I could probably try domination if you needed me
to."  "What won't you do, sexually?" I laughed and thought for a second.
"Um, I'm up for anything not involving a dog, shit, or death." She nodded
and jotted down a few things on a form. "Very well... I'll need your
signature here. This will be a ten-year contract. Are you sure you want
this? Quitting will be a very difficult process if you sign." I signed, I
didn't even have to think. I knew being a sissy slave was what I had wanted
for years.  "Very good, Mr. Young. Or, Ms. Young, soon enough... Come with
me." I stood up and walked out with Lucy.

"How it works at Heaven Industries is on an appointment basis, sort of like
a hairdresser's shop. We get requests for your kind from all over the
world, so you'll probably be seeing the world when you're on call. You'll
have to be extremely flexible, as well; you'll be receiving requests of all
types, from dominatrixes seeking slaves, men looking for temporary
fucktoys, lonely women looking for a friendly fuck, and any other sexual
situation you can imagine. As you probably know, sexual laws are a lot less
Puritanical than they used to be, but you have to report anything illegal
that goes on when you're on duty. We're legally bound to protect our
employees and our clients. Did you get all that?" I nodded. "Yeah, go
on..." "Okay, so what we do for men like you is a process of feminization
that usually takes about five to ten days. We'll make you over completely,
remove all your body hair, treat your skin and make it soft and delicate,
give you a more feminine hairstyle, and get you some more suitable
clothing. You'll pretty much be living as a girl most of the time, so we
have to make you convincing for the public eye." I smiled at the thought of
being a girl all the time... I was liking this job more and more. "So, take
off your clothes and let's go back to the office." I tried to do this with
as little protest as possible, but randomly being commanded to take off my
clothes was still rather odd to me. I obliged, however, and stood naked
next to the desk. "Okay... so, Eric, bend over that desk, would you?" I
turned around and bent over, spreading my legs apart slightly and resting
my elbows on stacks of applications. She took my balls in her hands first,
gently feeling their texture and size. "Hmm...  good..." She then spread
apart my asshole, which hurt slightly considering how little anal sex I'd
received in my life. "I see... tight... but is it clean?" She leaned her
head down and licked my sphincter, gently pushing her tongue into the
passage. "Not too bad..." She then stood up and leaned over me, her breasts
pressing against my back. She gently started to play with my nipples,
gently leaning her head down and licking one while pinching the other. "Are
you sensitive here?" I nodded fervently, my penis now becoming quite hard.
She pulled away and kneeled down again. "Okay... You're big enough for the
job, too. I think this will work out quite nicely." She put her hand around
my shaft and started stroking gently. "Alright... Tell me when you're about
to cum."  Her thumb pressed into my head as she began to stroke faster and
faster.  She licked my balls and started sucking gently on them. For
several minutes, I was in ecstasy under her expert hand and mouth. "I-I'm
getting close, Lucy..." She nodded and, quite suddenly, pushed her finger
into my ass.  The shock of it sent me over the edge. She cupped the hand
that had been stroking me and caught my cum in her hand, bringing it up to
her lips. "Mm!! So sweet!" She stood up and offered the rest to me.  I
obediently drank it from her hand and smiled.

"Well, Eric, I think we can begin transforming you to your feminine self by
tomorrow. Welcome to Heaven."

And that's where it all began...