Date: Thu, 15 May 2003 00:01:01 -0400
From: Tiberius <tbrscd@icqmail.com>
Subject: Changes pt 4 [ts, bdsm]

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-Tiberius.

                      The Future Brightens

     It was the morning after our consummation of our love.  I cooked her
breakfast in bed and we discussed my options as we ate.  We kicked around
the facts of my slavery and what was keeping me from getting free.  In a
nutshell we had to prove that Dawn was guilty of blackmail, had to get our
own dirt on her to break her power, and finally we had to confront her from
a position of strength.
     I remembered the story she told me of the people she had changed
before me.  They would be possible allies and witnesses.  Veronica
suggested we get some videos of her 'evil doings' to threaten her with
exposure to her mother, unfortunately I remembered that in all of my
'souvenirs' She was never in the picture.
     We planned on first finding the others, and then worrying about the
other evidence later.  Once we had that out of the way we leaned back and
began talking about other things to pass the time until we felt we had to
get out of bed.  Veronica began with a question,
     "'Larissa, when we finish this and you are free, what will you do?"
     "I don't know.  I'll have a degree I can never use as I can never
claim to be Lawrence Dalton again."
     "You could get some operations and fix the problems."
     "Maybe, but I don't know if I want to fix anything.  I'm not sure I'm
broken.  Sure I am a transsexual, but I kind of enjoy it at times.  I don't
want to lose my dick, but I have always enjoyed dressing and acting like a
girl.  I just love the clothes and the attention and all that.  If only
there were more women who liked men like me."
     "I like you.  You are even better than a normal man because I can talk
to you like a friend, and we can also make perfect love together.  I'm like
you, wanting to be like what I am not, but happy with what I have.  I could
never love most men because they did not understand me.  The only ones
before you that could were gay.  I could not fully enjoy lesbianism because
I had a pussy, and I could not get it filled by my partner.  Dildos get old
quick and are not as good as real cock.  You are the best of both worlds
for me."
     "I love you, 'Veronica.  You are right, we are good together.  You are
one of the reasons I think I can stay this way happily.  With you I don't
care that I am a half-man.  With you I can be what I am, not what I'm
supposed to be.  It is like how it was with my sister and me.  We used to
go out places in each other's clothes.  We loved to fool people, and I at
least loved the transvestism.  We would sleep together after our trips and
when we had finished fucking our tensions out we would laugh at all the
people who were fooled.  Before you she was the only person I truly loved.
I thought I loved Dawn but I didn't."
     "Well, soon you and I will have revenge on her and we can live
together happily ever after."
     "Sort of, I can't hold this house forever.  I was expecting to have a
degree in computers and be able to get a job before my savings ended.  Now
I don't know where I can find a job that can get that much money."
     "You know the material right?  Running and designing systems and
writing programs and the like?"
     "Yes."
     "Why don't you start your own business?"
     "I could but I'm not sure I have enough for that either."
     "Well Dawn owes you some months back rent as well as my rent, not to
mention the prize money you won that she has been holding for you.
Besides, I have some money that we could use to live on until the business
gets on it's feet."
     "Let's just get rid of Dawn first."
     "Works for me."
     We went around town until we found a person to help us.  Ironically
the Private Investigator we found was the same one who had gotten the dirt
on me.  He was more than willing to take on the case as he had been given
the wrong address of where Dawn lived and she had stiffed him on payment.
He apologized for the mess he had 'gotten me into' when I told him the
whole story, but I told him it wasn't his fault.  We told him what I knew
about the other people who had been trapped by dawn and he told me he would
get everything he could on Dawn to aid me.
     When we left I kissed him on the cheek and thanked him for his
assistance.  He touched his cheek and promised me he would do his best.  He
even called me 'little lady'.  I kind of liked the sound of that.
     Anyway, Veronica and I next began to work on stage two.  We went to a
surveillance company and asked them the feasibility of wiring the house for
video temporarily.  We suspected our housemate of funny dealings and wanted
to get evidence.  The man at the counter said he could do it, and would
even do it before the spring break ended.
     We had done all we could and now we waited to reap what we had sewn.
The first break through came in April.  Max, the PI, had found the second
of Dawn's experiments.  His name was Sam, but his stage name was Samantha
Topp.  He was working as a pro female impersonator and he had a show that
Friday night.  Veronica and I went to the show and after, we went to his
dressing room and knocked.
     When he responded we entered to see a tall redheaded male with
incongruous breasts protruding from his chest.  He was at least five nine,
but thin.  He had to be a 32-30-34b.
     He looked at us and with a sniff went back to his dressing table and
asked what we wanted.
     I remarked that we had a common problem and cause.  When he looked in
puzzlement at me, I remarked with a single word, Dawn.
     "Did she send you?  Is she not finished ruining my life?  I have
finally gotten back on my feet and made something of myself.  Leave before
I call security.  At least here I am respected."
     "It's not what you think, I have no love for the bitch either." And to
punctuate my retort I pulled up the skirt I had worn to the meeting.  there
framed by the garterbelt holding up my stockings was my shrunken dick and
receding balls.
     Sam looked from my crotch to my face a few times until finally he
closed his mouth and asked how it had happened.
     "I have become an expert at spotting TV's and TS's.  Hell, it's my
job.  I was sure you were the female of the two if not both of you.  I
assume you are female, correct?" he asked Veronica.  When she nodded he
grunted and turned back to me.
     "How did it happen, could you afford surgery when she stuck her hooks
in you?"
     "No, she had gotten some special pre-operation medication that
transformed me to this level.  It was that mostly but also diet pills,
hormone therapy and forced exercise.  Everything I have is real and
unaugmented."
     "Wow.  She must have gotten that when she went to Sweden on that
exchange trip.  I remember it because that was when she started to pawn off
my things to finance her life.  And these." indicating his breasts. "So
what do you want."
     "I'm going to break Dawn and I need your help."
     "Break her?  I'd love to see that.  What do you need?"
     "I'm not sure yet, but it might mean telling someone how you became
what you are now.  We will at least have to be able to convince her that we
have evidence of her blackmail to blackmail her."
     "Everyone knows anyway, I'm in for it.  Now, if you don't mind I have
to get ready for my next set.  Here is my card if you have to get in touch
with me."
     The next couple months before any more information came were really
difficult for me.  Veronica and I had to continue as if nothing was
different.
     When I was no longer going out with Mike, Dawn asked with a chuckle
what had happened.  The sarcasm by which she delivered that question
confirmed my theory that she had something to do with the whole situation.
     Dawn also had run up a bill in Cancun over spring break, and needed to
pay off her credit card bill.  She demanded money from me.  When I told her
I didn't have enough money to give her by the due date on the bill she
stormed off.  I was scared what was going to happen.  I thought she would
beat me or something.  I would have preferred that.
     Instead what she did was to bring me to a party with her.  She had
found a stripper agency that needed help.  A bachelor party needed
entertainment and the agency didn't have enough strippers.  I was
volunteered by Dawn.
     Once there I was given some music to dance to and urged to begin.
While I stripped and lap danced, Dawn went around and suggested that I
would be amenable to give Blow jobs for the right price.  The next thing I
knew, I was forced into a closet by Dawn and told to service whomever
entered through the door.  I blew twenty-three guys that night, some twice.
They would each ram their cocks down my throat and maul my breasts.  Then,
when I thought I was done, I was told by dawn that the groom to be had been
given one final gift by his buddies.  They pitched in to pay for a butt
fuck for the groom.  I had to bend over and get reamed violently by the fat
fuck until he finally came.
     Dawn told me that I had earned her over seven hundred dollars that
evening and would be able to pay her debt.  Unfortunately, the evening had
given her ideas, and for the next few weeks she began pimping for me.  I
worked private parties, booths at a shadow establishment, and sometimes on
the street.  Once I had graduated and had no more constraints on my time,
Dawn went into overdrive.
     I would start at eleven in the morning at a peep show doing strip
teases in a booth.  By five I was in the back sucking off four men an hour.
When nine rolled around either I went to a private party until midnight for
stripping and blowjobs, or I worked the street until two in the morning.  I
would clear for Dawn upwards of twelve hundred a day not including panty
stuffing (tips) at the peep show or private parties.  Dawn let me keep
those; usually two to three hundred dollars.
     The pace was running me down and the constant abuse was wearing me
thin.  Early on Dawn put the chastity back on me, and super-glued the
barbell shut.  She didn't want me to have too much fun was the reason she
gave.  On the rare occasions Veronica and I were able to get together, I
was unable to get any pleasure.  I could not raise an erection obviously,
and she refused to don a dildo and sodomize me.  She connected sodomy to
Dawn and Mike in her mind and refused to do those things to me.  I
understood and even came to love her more for it.  We usually just slept
together in each others arms.  When I was not with Veronica I just cried
myself to sleep.
     Finally in June everything came together.
     Max called my pager and put in the code we had arranged earlier.  I
was ecstatic.  Quickly I called him back and told him where and when I
could meet him.  The code we had was based on the number of one of the
stripper agencies Dawn had me work for.  If Dawn saw the message 668-6900
she would think it was just a mistype of 660-6900, the number of the
agency.  Then all I would have to do is explain why the agency called.
     The meeting came and I was in a jitter.  Max had found the other
person that Dawn had dominated.  It took so long he explained because the
person had taken a full change operation and legally changed his identity.
Melvin Harmon was now living as Melissa Harvey, a secretary for a temp
agency.  I got the address of the apartment she was living in and Veronica
and I went over.
     It was late evening when we found the place, and we were sure that
Melissa would be in.  I rang the buzzer on the security door and shortly
the door admitted us.  We rode the elevator up to the floor needed and as
the doors opened we came face to face with a frazzled young woman.  She was
about five foot four with long brunette hair and dark features.  Her
measurements seemed to be 30-24-32c.  She was frowning at us as we exited
the elevator.
     "Did you see the repairman as you were coming up?" she asked us.  "He
must have buzzed right after you did."
     "No one was behind us." Veronica answered.
     "Then who buzzed me.  He had better get here soon, I've got a flood
going here."
     "Are you Melissa Harvey?" I asked.
     "Yes.."
     "I buzzed you.  I need to speak with you over a matter we have in
common."
     "What is this in regards to?"  She asked.
     "Dawn" was all I said.
     The poor girl seemed to fall apart before me.  She sank to the floor
moaning and covering her face.  Veronica and I rushed to comfort her and we
half led half carried her into her apartment.  As Veronica soothed Melissa
I went into the other room and found a geyser in her kitchen.  The sink was
doing an admirable job of trying to drain the deluge, but it was a losing
battle.  After stripping down as much as I dared to keep from getting
soaked I waded in and began working on the problem.  It took a while, but
finally I had a good temporary repair done.  I emerged to applause.
Melissa, with mascara running down her cheeks and being hugged by Veronica,
was beaming happily at my work.
     I stood dripping in a drenched blouse, panties, and garterbelt.  I had
removed my vest, skirt, shoes and stockings to keep them from being ruined.
I welcomed the girls victoriously with hair plastered to my face, and
blouse stuck to my every curve.  My nipples, rings and all, were visible
through the fabric covering my breasts and I imagined my makeup was
probably a mess.  Melissa ran up to me and hugged me tightly while thanking
me profusely.  She dragged me to her bedroom and bade me to strip while she
got something for me to wear while she dried my clothes all the while
telling me that Veronica had told her everything.
     I hesitated.
     I wasn't embarrassed about my condition per se, but Melissa was a
stranger.  There were very few people who had seen me totally naked.  Then
I decided that if I was going to ask Melissa to help me with Dawn I should
trust her.
     I took off my blouse and bra just as Melissa turned from her closet.
As she watched I pulled down my panties and stood up to show myself in all
my glory.  She just stared at my crotch with her mouth wide.  When she
realized what she was doing she began stammering an apology.
     "I'm sorry, I thought you had changed fully like me.  I didn't know.
You looked so natural, so confident..."
     "It's ok.  How could you know."
     "If you feel uncomfortable I could leave."
     "Nonsense.  You are just like me.  We were in the same position once
at least.  We have to be comfortable together, we're sisters of a sort.
Come here."  I gestured to her to come hug me.  She ran over and hugged me
tightly once again and whispered "sisters" to me.
     We broke and she handed me a towel.  I rubbed myself mostly dry and
donned the thick robe she offered me.  It was a little short, but
comfortable.  We started to talk about what we were going to do with Dawn.
Veronica suggested and we agreed that we should call Samantha, and invite
her to Melis' apartment.  We did and waited for her in the livingroom.
     When Sam arrived we retired to the bedroom.  The plumber had arrived
and was working in the kitchen and the bedroom was the only private room.
We sat together on the bed and planned the revenge like the sisters we knew
ourselves to be.
     After talking for more than four hours, it was twelve in the morning
and we had finally come up with a plan.  I was going to get Dawn mad enough
about something that she reminded me of the blackmail ammunition she had on
me.  I would try to get this to happen in her room in front of the cameras
we had on her.  I had gotten a lot of footage of her and Rich fucking in
her room and him staying the weekend.  This tape would serve as blackmail
against her with her mother, and the proof of her blackmail scheme could be
used in court to get her arrested, or at least to threaten her with arrest.
To back up the charges I now had two other people affected by her and also
tape of her treatments of me.
     Sam promised to call Max the next time he was available to set up the
sting with him.  He was going to put a microphone on her room on the day it
was going down, and help if things got violent.  The others would also be
at the house but outside with Max.  I would be alone.
     The rest of the night we talked about how we got to the situation we
were all in now.  Melissa went first and I went last.  As I finished,
Melissa, who had been beside me, leaned over and kissed me on the lips.  I
responded, pulling her closer to me.  She moaned into my lips and slid a
hand into the robe catching a feel of my breasts.  As she pulled and felt
my pierced nipples, I peeked over and saw Veronica undressing Sam.
     My attention was drawn back to Melissa when she took my hand and
pressed it into her mound.  I used my fingers to push her panties aside and
parted her lips.  I slid my forefinger into her pussy while rubbing her
clit with my thumb.  She unbuttoned her blouse and bra while I was working
on her box, and let them fall from her shoulders.  Her skirt was already
off, so she began to slide the robe from off me.  I leaned toward her and
sucked one of her now freed nipples into my mouth.  She gasped with the
additional sensation and ground her pussy into my hand.  It was not long
before I had her in the throes of orgasm.
     When she had calmed from her first peak, I slid her up the bed and
dove headfirst into her pussy with mouth and tongue.  She clasped my head
with her hands and drew me in closer.  I ate her to two more orgasms, each
time with her grinding her pussy into my face.
     Beside me Sam and Veronica were into it hot and heavy.  After
undressing they had moved themselves into a '69' and Veronica had Sam.'s
cock deep in her throat.  Sam. on the other end was doing best he could
with tongue and hands in Veronica's pussy.  Veronica was coming great
gushers into the mouth of Sam in no time, followed shortly by a second
orgasm.  The sight of me with another woman, and her being with another
she-male was sending her into orbit.  She came twice more before finally
getting Sam off.
     Since Sam was not on hormones and had not been changed like I was, he
was able to raise another hard on quickly.  With barely enough time to
change places, Veronica was soon being fucked energetically in the kneeling
position by Sam.'s large cock.  I snuck a look at them from between
Melissa's legs, and the sight of them, tits swaying, hair flying and ass
cheeks slapping, not to mention the wet sounds as Sam.'s cock slammed in
and out of Veronica at full stroke, turned me on more than anything else
ever had.  Despite the cock chastity I had locked on me, I grew an instant
hard on.  The pain was pretty big but tolerable.
     The both of them came again just as I had given Melissa her last
orgasm.
     Veronica looked over to me with a sad look thinking that I would get
no pleasure again tonight.  She felt bad at having gotten off, when she
knew I could not because of my cock chastity.  When she saw the hard on
that I had developed, she quickly scooted over to me and pulled me in
towards her.  "Fuck me Larissa.  I need you," she whispered in my ear as my
hard cock slid in her loosened and lubed pussy.
     I started thrusting as well as I could.  I didn't want to go too fast
on account of the possibility of hurting her with the metal on my cock.  As
I was working on her I gestured to Melissa to sit on Veronica's face.  She
did and Veronica and I both worked on Melissa's slit.  Not to be left out,
Sam. slid his now regrown cock into my ass and matched his thrusting with
mine.  This was what I wanted, because at the rate I was going I was never
going to come.  The chastity was really hurting now, and I was determined
to fuck Veronica for the first time in a long while.  With Sam working on
me I was sure to be excited enough to come in her.
     Minutes, and three other people's orgasms later, I came myself.  It
was not the most enjoyable one ever, but satisfying intellectually.  I had
been able to fuck my love.
     We all were worn out after that last encounter and fell together in a
heap.  As we were arranging ourselves I saw a shape move away from the
bedroom door and out of the apartment.  the next morning we realized we had
not shown the plumber out, and hadn't paid him.  I knew we had paid him
better than anyone else knew.  He was an old man, and must have had the
most exciting night of his life.
     On the way home, Veronica looked at me as I drove with tearing eyes.
     "What's wrong?" I asked urgently thinking I had hurt her the night
before.
     "I'm sorry for having sex with Sam., 'Larissa.  It was inconsiderate
of me."
     "What?  Is that all, I thought you were injured or something from last
night.  I shouldn't have let you make me put my cock in you.  I could have
done damage."
     "But that's it.  I knew you would not be able to have sex when I
started with Sam., but I did it anyway.  If I did get hurt it would have
been justice."
     "Bullshit.  You were having fun with a willing partner.  When you
started I knew you loved me, and I was happy to see you getting off finally
because I love you.  I was so upset at not being able to give you pleasure
recently that I was ecstatic that you had Sam there."
     "Really?"
     "Of course.  In all actuality, it was seeing you two together that got
me turned on enough to get a hard on in the first place.  If we look like
you two did, I'd love to get a video of it.  I'm starting to get hard again
just thinking about it."
     "Thank you Larissa.  I love you so much I never want to lose you.  Now
let's think of something else so you don't hurt yourself."
     The rest of the ride went uneventfully, then I had to get back into my
slave mode until the day of truth.
     When everything finally fell into place, I was given the perfect
ammunition to set Dawn off.  The Agency had called and requested me.  When
Dawn called me into her room to tell me I refused to do it.
     "No Dawn, I will not be used by another man for you!" I screamed at
her.  "As a matter of fact, I demand that you give me back all the money I
have earned since this all began." I motioned to my naked half-male body.
     She just sat there and sputtered.  I could see the rage rising in her
face.  When she slapped me, I was unprepared because she moved from
seething rage to action so fast.
     "You damn bitch," she screamed at me.  "I am your mistress and you are
my slave!  Have you forgotten?  I can call Mike right now and have him fuck
your eyes crossed if you want.  Or maybe I will fuck you with the cattle
prod.  I wonder how that would feel?  It's as big as Goliath, and has the
added bonus of 40,000 volts."
     "You are never going to touch me again."  I fumed right back.
     She tried to slap me once again but I blocked the attempt.  She
screamed in rage at that, and flung herself at me.  It turned into a real
cat fight.  She was really hurting me by twisting my pierced nipples and
crushing my balls, but I held off from knocking her out as best as I could.
I had to keep her screaming at me to try to get her to spill an admission
of her blackmail.
     I found out afterward that Veronica had to be restrained from leaving
Max's surveillance van to keep her from coming to my rescue.  We needed the
admission or we had nothing.  Veronica was kept in the van by Max, moaning
that they had to help me or Dawn was going to kill me.  Every time I
screamed in pain she responded with a sob of her own at being unable to
protect me.
     It was just as I was about to pass out from the punishment I was being
dealt that we were finally rewarded.
     Dawn had somehow gotten me handcuffed to her bed and was working me
over with her quirt.  She must have seen me starting to fade and backed off
to gloat.
     I had her.
     She stood over me right in front of one of the hidden cameras and
began to taunt me.
     "So the little slave bitch has visions of freedom?  I own you.  The
videos of your fun with Mike, the tattooing, piercing and torture you got
at my hands, and even the gang rape you had at my command over at the
fraternity house.  What would happen to you if any of that got out?  You
would be ruined is what.  Your life is nothing If I send out the videos I
have."
     "Why did you do this to me?"
     "Because I like power, and I like the money I am making on you.  I had
this all planned out.  Ever since my first slave I have wanted to make the
perfect she-male slave bitch slut.  I used up two men trying to perfect the
method before I took you.  You were the target all along with your house,
money and lack of close family.  The others were just meal tickets and
practice.  If you weren't such a good job, I would leave you to be exposed
anyway and live on what you have made for me so far."
     "You blackmailed two other people?"
     "Sure, and I still do.  If they ever even think of getting me for what
I have done I will break them as well."
     I smiled up at her and said only two more words.  "thank you"
     Just then Max rushed the room.  Dawn was tackled and cuffed.  Veronica
and Melissa ran to me and released me.  They started to mend my wounds
while Max and Sam bound Dawn into a chair.
     "What are you people doing in my house?"  Dawn demanded.  "Release me
or I will have you arrested."
     "It is we who will have you arrested," Sam. responded.  "How will your
mother feel to know what you have done to wind up in jail?  Is pimping a
sin to your dear mother; or premarital sex, or how about sex-slavery?
Should we tell her?"
     "She'll never believe you.  You are just strangers while I am her
daughter."
     "Then we'll just have to show her the videos," replied Melissa with a
flip of her head.
     Max turned the chair toward the TV and Sam put in the first video.
     Dawn watched in shock as she saw herself fucking Rich over many days.
She even saw herself in a homosexual encounter.  The woman was me as my
cock could not be seen in the camera, but you could plainly see me eating
Dawn out as she rubbed both my and her tits.
     By the time we went on to the tape we had gotten today she was sobbing
hysterically, and she totally broke down when she saw herself confessing
what she had done to me and the other two.
     She begged us first not to show her mother then she thought about it
and went on to beg us not to have her arrested.  She promised she'd do
anything if she would be let free.
     I stood before her and began the demands.
     "Dawn, I own you now.  I have my degree, so you can't hurt me there,
and now I have all this evidence of my own.  How much money did I earn for
you and where is it?"
     "You made one and a quarter million dollars for the pageant and the
last months of work.  It is in ten banks in the area under both of our
names.  It was the only way I could both deposit the checks and withdraw
funds."
     "Is Veronica's rent there?"
     "Yes, what I haven't used.  Most of the money is in CD's so I couldn't
use it all up right away."
     "When are they due?  Where is the account information?"
     "Next month mostly.  The passbooks and records are in my desk drawer."
     "Good.  You will be giving me back all the money you owe me.  Until
the day I have all the money you will be my prisoner.  Once I have the
money you will go home to mommy and never leave that state.  If I ever
notice you anywhere else your mommy will get a video in the mail, and you
will receive a summons.  Do you understand me?"
     "Yes master," Dawn responded with downcast eyes.
     We raided her desk and got the information, and then we left her
locked in her room.
     That night Max helped me remove the chastity dawn had put on me
permanently.  Once free of that and the slave feeling it instilled in me I
cried in happiness.  All of my new friends covered me in a group hug and I
felt love like I had never before since my sister had died.
     We spent the night thanking Max in the best way for his help in
freeing us from the grips of dawn.  We had a huge orgy, and eventually the
next morning we ran down.  Max refused payment for his services and left
sometime during the day while we all slept.