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Half Way There
by Jennifer White
I woke up in a strange bed. Where was I? What was going on? My head felt
heavy, as if I had been drinking a lot the night before. I strained to
recall what had gone on, and why I was here.
I looked at my surroundings in more detail, as the fuzziness in my head
prevented me from recalling the past night's events. I was definitely inside
a chick's room! The bed was queen sized, white, with a lace canopy at the
top. The pillows had lacy shams on them, while the off-pink sheets felt like
silk. The quilt on the top looked to be hand-stitched, with a pink and muted
green pattern.
The night stands both had vases with fresh cut flowers; pink carnations,
almost perfectly matching the color of the sheets. The door to the closet
was open, and I could make out hanging dresses, skirts, and frilly things
off all description. The bottom of the closet was an ocean of women's shoes,
every possible kind and color it seemed!
The walls of the room were also pink, with a border at the top of pink
roses and green vines. Almost as if the woman who decorated the room had
gone to the trouble of matching the quilt and the wall decorations. Wow. The
curtains were made of lace too, and the whole room smelled of soft sweet
perfume.
I looked at the teddy bears on the dresser, framed pictures of flowers
and of kittens. All sorts of things, all in the most girlish style possible
it seemed. Somehow, the entire room made me want to run out, and run away.
Why would I be sleeping in a bed like this?
I could vaguely remember something now. A redhead. She was really hot,
and we had met at a bar. We drank together, and then she even got me to get
on the dance floor with her! Had I gone home with her? What was her name? I
could barely recall... it was... Vicki. Vicki! She was something else.
But I couldn't remember going home with her. Was this her pace? She had
been dressed in very sexy clothes. She was very feminine in her mannerisms,
her walk, and everything. It might make sense that she had a room like this
too. But the big question was: had I scored with her? I sure hoped so!
I felt somewhat less groggy now, although I was somewhat queasy inside. I
pulled back the covers, so I could get out of bed. But as soon as the covers
were off; I almost screamed at what I saw.
I was wearing lingerie.
My legs were exposed, and they looked completely smooth; not one hair on
them. My arms were hairless and smooth too, but that wasn't as shocking as
the other things I saw.
I had on a pair of tight cotton panties. Pink of course, with a lacy
design. They were cut so high on the legs! Why wasn't I wearing my boxers?
Why was I wearing Vicki's panties? But even that wasn't the worst
part.
You see, there was my chest. I had on a corset, and it was laced
to tight that I had difficulty taking deep breaths. In fact, with this rush
of excitement, I felt like I was gasping for breath, and I could faint at
any moment.
The corset was white with pink stripes, which down to just above my hips
where it ended. The cups had a lacy pattern, with pink frilly trimming on
the edge. But what was most alarming was the fact that the cups were full.
There on my chest, it appeared that I had two gentle mounds! Like a young
girl, filling our her first real bra, I had the beginnings of breasts on
my chest!
My hands reached up to feel the mounds. I thought the had to be
fake. I couldn't have boobs! But my hands told me the awful truth; they were
real.
My hands! All the dark hair on the back of them was gone too. But my
fingernails were long! And painted a muted pink color! Just like... my
toenails! They were painted too! This couldn't be happening! This had to be
a dream. I tried to wake up, but I couldn't. I pinched myself, and felt the
pain. I tried to hold my breath, until out of reflex I inhaled again (sort
little pants too, because of the tight corset). This wasn't a nightmare,
this was real. Somehow, I was being feminized.
I stood up, and rushed over to the mirror. I saw my own face, but I
wanted to cry. I had long hair now, coming down almost to my shoulders. It
was so full and so pretty, full of curls. How could this by my hair? I ran
my fingers through it, to prove that it wasn't just a wig. No. It too was
real.
My skin looked so soft and smooth. My eyebrows were gently plucked to
form two thin lines. My ears were pierced, and I was wearing a pair of
diamond studs. I almost looked pretty. I just could not believe it. I had to
reach down between my legs to feel that I was still a man.
Just barely.
You see, I still had all the right gear down there, but it felt so soft
and limp. I guessed that seeing myself made up to look so much like a girl,
that must have made my manhood feel pretty awful. That must have been why it
was so limp and soft, I decided.
And so; how did I get to be like this? After I left the bar with Vicki,
what happened? Did we make it to her house before I passed out? Had we done
anything? And how could I have woken up the next day like this? Judging from
my hair and my nails, it would have to be months that I was here.
I looked out the window a bit, being careful not to let anyone on the
outside get a glimpse of me. I couldn't let anyone see me like this! If
someone saw me looking like a woman, then my life would be ruined! I had to
keep myself hidden as I took a quick glance. I had a sinking feeling when I
saw the snow on the ground. I had been here for months. Why couldn't
I remember any of it? What was happening to me?
Now I heard a sound that gave me the worst sinking feeling in the entire
world.
"Well look who's up!" said Vicki. "How are you doing, Erica?"
I don't know what was worse; having this absolutely gorgeous woman see me
dressed up like this, the fact that she had just called me by a girl's
name, or the fact that somehow, I knew she was talking to me! Somehow, I
knew that my name was Erica. That wasn't right! My name was.... um.... I
struggled, but I couldn't remember my real name, which was perhaps the
scariest thing in all the world. All I could remember was.... Erica.
"I feel strange" I said, truthfully. I sure did! Between being dressed up
like a girl, finding strange mounds on my chest, the long nails, the long
hair, the nail polish, the pierced ears, the panties, the corset.... I felt
very unsure of anything. I was confused, and I felt very strange.
"What's happening to me?" I said.
Vicki came over and took me by the hand.
"You're not supposed to be up yet, Erica" she said. "You just woke up
early, in the middle of your transformation."
"Transformation?" I asked.
Vicki just smiled. She went to the dresser, and she opened up a pill
dispense there. She took out several pills, then brought them to me, and put
them in my hand. She took a glass of water from the night stand, and handed
it to me as well.
"Take your pills, Erica" she said in a firm voice.
I put the pills in my mouth, and washed them down with water. I almost
jumped. Why had I done that?
"What were those?" I said, shocked that I had just obeyed her order so
quickly and without any thought.
"A few little helpers for your transformation, sweetie. Some powerful
female hormones. Some testosterone blockers to prevent those bad male
hormones from working on you anymore. Things like that."
"But why?" I said, at a total loss.
"Little girls are always very curious" she said. "You're supposed to be
sleeping, princess. But as long as you're up, lets test your progress."
I didn't like being called 'princess', and I certainly didn't like how
she ignored my question! For a moment, I felt mad at her. But how could I be
mad? She was so perfect, in every way? I... I realized that I wanted to be
just like her.
No I didn't! Why had I thought that? I was so scared that I could
even have thoughts like that in my head. I didn't want to be like her! I was
a man! I didn't want to be a woman! And she was the one forcing me to become
one. How could I worship her so much? Why did I have to love he with all my
heart?
"All right Erica. Now lets test some of your new skills. Go to your
vanity, and put on your makeup. You feel almost naked without makeup on,
don't you?"
"Yes" I said, although I kicked myself on the inside for allowing myself
to feel that! Why couldn't I have just lied to her? And why was I walking
over to the vanity? I was amazed as I picked up a compact, and began to
apply the powder to my face. Somehow, I knew ow to put on makeup!
It was like I was on autopilot, as I expertly made up my face. I did my
eyes, my cheeks, and my lips. When I was done, and I was in full makeup, I
sprayed just a hint of perfume onto the nape of my neck. I looked so pretty
now. So alluring and attractive.
"How can I possibly know how to do this?" I said, as I stared at my
pretty face in amazement.
"You've been under a constant state of hypnosis" said Vicki. "Your mind
has been bombarded with all sorts of feminine thoughts and feelings. I have
switched off much of the 'male' parts within you, and replaced them with
their female counterparts. You'll find that in many ways, you already think
of yourself as a woman.
You've been staring at the TV, unable to look away, as video after video
has played. Your mind is full of instructions on how to arrange flowers, put
together a fashionable outfit, and yes, how to apply makeup. Much of your
mind is functioning just like that of a woman. Soon, the rest of your mind
will the same. You're being slowly altered, until you are totally and
complete a woman, even in your own mind."
I felt such a swell of emotions, that I wanted to cry. I had to use all
my strength to keep myself together. She was turning me into a woman! Even
this emotional reaction was so feminine. I was terrified. And I
didn't know what to do.
"Now it is time to fix your hair Erica. It is a mess from you sleeping so
much. Make your hair look pretty, princess. Show me how well you can do it."
Now, just as with the makeup, I watched in amazement as I continued to
work on my hair, putting it into place just so, making it look prettier and
prettier. I was so frustrated that I was doing whatever she told me! And
terrified that every moment I was looking more and more like a real woman.
And the most chilling: the inner feelings I sensed. A satisfaction at
seeing myself looking so hot and so cute.
"Your obedience is coming along nicely" said Vicki. "You're doing
everything I ask you. But tell me the truth Erica; you're still not
wanting to do what I ask, are you?"
"No" I said, truthfully. "I don't want to be doing this to myself! But I
can't help it."
"That's right" she said. "You'll never be able to disobey me. And right
now, part of your mind still wants to resist my commands. But in time, as
your conditioning continues, when I ask you to do something, you will
want to do it, even more than you'll want to take your next breath. You
will live to serve me. My wishes will be your desires."
I was in a total panic now. I had to get away from her! If I stayed here,
I'd end up becoming a woman. I'd end up as her total slave. I had to make an
excuse, then make a break for it. I looked around, to see if I could climb
out the window. But then Vicki gave me another order, and I felt my thoughts
ripped away from what I wanted, as my mind refocused on what she
wanted.
"Erica, my little kitten, go put on your high heels."
I went to the closet, took out a pair of heels, and put them on my feet.
I felt so pretty with them on, with the pointy toes, the thin heels, the
pretty straps and all.
"Now Erica," said Vicki, "We will reinforce some of your training. Repeat
after me."
I looked at her, attentively, unable to even look away.
"I am a girl" she said.
"I am a girl" I repeated, out loud. I tried with all my heart not to say
it, but the words came out of my mouth anyway. I felt so much in her
control! I couldn't even stop myself from saying I was a girl. I felt so
crushed inside.
"I am a girl, and my name is Erica" she said.
"I am a girl, and my name is Erica" I said, again, feeling terrible
that I had used my female name when referring to myself like that.
"Very good princess!" she said. "Now repeat what I say, but I command you
to feel it too. When you tell me the words, I am ordering you to
really want it too. Do you understand?"
"Yes" I said, feeling even move helpless. This was going to be bad.
"I wish I had d-cups" she said.
My mind was screaming not to say it. As soon as I said it, her command
was for me to really want it. I couldn't say that! I'd not only be
admitting that I wanted big boobs, but when I said it, I'd follow her
command and want them with all my heart. boobs. Big ones. On me.
I would look so pretty with big boobs. I'd feel so much more feminine.
I'd be more like Vicki! Oh how much I wanted to have big boobs. D-cups, at
least.
"I wish that I had d-cups" I said out loud, amazed that I was so
stupid as to never notice it before. I felt my little chest. I was so flat,
so inadequate. "I can't wait until my boobs are big, like yours" I said.
"Don't worry honey, soon, they will be" said Vicki, in a comforting tone
of voice. I smiled. Her voice filled me with hope and confidence. Some day,
I would have nice boobs, just like her. I felt an inner glow at the
thought.
"Now repeat after me" said Vicki. "I want to be pretty."
The warmth that was filling me suddenly drained, as I realized exactly
what I had been thinking. How could thoughts of wanting boobs be
in my mind? This was so wrong! And now I was going to have to say
that I wanted to be pretty? I didn't want that! I'd look even more like a
girl if my face was pretty.
I'd have wide alluring eyes, a cute little nose, pouty lips, and long
beautiful hair. My skin would be so creamy and soft, my eyebrows would be
plucked thin. I'd wear a blouse that showed off my cleavage. I'd have
curves. I'd be pretty! How wonderful I'd feel when I was pretty. Once I was
pretty, and I had nice large boobs, I could wear all sorts of skirts and
dresses. With my long smooth legs, I'd be so attractive.
"I want to be pretty" I said, my voice soft and dreamy.
"Soon," said Vicki, "You will be."
Again, her comforting words make me feel like I was floating on air. I
was going to be pretty.
"I enjoy wearing pretty clothes" said Vicki.
I though about the skirts I was going to wear, the pretty things I had on
now, how it all complimented my makeup, and my pretty face. How exciting to
wear skirts! How wonderful to have high heels on my feet! My mind whirled as
I thought of blouses, tight jeans to show off my curves, pretty lacy things,
panties, blouses and more.
"I enjoy wearing pretty clothes" I said, as I smiled. Vicki smiled back
at me.
"I just love being a woman" she said.
I thought again about my pretty clothes. I thought about my small (but
growing) bust. I thought about my pretty face, my makeup, my long painted
nails, my jewelry, and everything. It all made me feel so wonderful.
"I just love being a woman" I said, meaning it from the bottom of
my heart. I wanted to be just like Vicki. The more I was like her, the
better I felt. Feeling like a woman made me feel good. In my heart, I knew
that I was a woman.
"Now lets test you feminine grace" she said.
She had me sit, stand, walk and move. I admired myself in the mirror, as
I noted that I moved like a cat, with soft steps, flowing graceful movements
like a ballerina, and even the exciting way I crossed my legs when I sat.
"Very good Erica" she said.
"Thank you" I replied, proudly.
Now Vicki had me sit down. She attached wires to my wrist, as she
explained that she was going to monitor my pulse for the next test.
Now she took out her computer, and brought up a picture.
"She's pretty" I said, as I looked at the image of a naked woman. She had
such large full breasts, and I couldn't wait until mine were like hers! She
had shaved her pubic hair into a perfect rectangle. I wanted to do that
myself. She was touching herself between the legs, her eyes were closed as
she felt overwhelming pleasure. I wanted to feel that too! I wished I could
be her. Just as I wished that I could be Vicki.
"Do you feel any attraction to her?" asked Vicki.
"I wish I had her boobs" I replied. "And I love her hair. Can you teach
me now to make mine look like that?"
"Of course, princess" she replied.
Now Vicki advanced the computer to the next picture. It was another naked
woman. Again, she asked me what I thought of her, and I told her how I
admired her makeup and her nails. Then she showed me a picture of two women
kissing each other. I felt kind of strange looking at that. It was sort of
fascinating, but it wasn't what I'd call "exciting".
But then she showed me a picture that got my pulse racing. It showed a
hunk, with his shirt open, exposing his chest that was glistening with sweat
from working. I couldn't take my eyes off of him.
"So, what do you think?" asked Vicki.
"Yummy" I replied.
Then she showed another, with the same man, but with all his clothes
removed! I was overwhelmed with a rush of desire. I wanted to throw myself
at him, hug him and kiss him. I wanted to please him, and to let him have
his way with me. I wanted to have his babies. I licked my lips as I stared
at him.
"There is no doubt about it Erica" said Vicki, "You already have formed
full feminine desires. You already feel the need for a man. You already
crave dick. Tell me; do you feel a desire to let him put his dick into your
pussy?"
"Oh yes" I said, thinking how wonderful it would feel. I'd feel the bliss
like the woman who was touching herself, but much better. With me laying in
his strong arms, I'd feel so good...
But then I felt very upset. I touched myself between my legs, and felt
the hard thing down there.
"But I don't have a pussy" I said.
"Soon you will my darling. Soon you will" said Vicki. That calmed me and
made me feel better, but I was still upset. How could I be a woman, if I
didn't have a pussy? I didn't have a pussy... because... because... oh no!
Because I wasn't a woman. I was a man!
I felt the ultimate dread, as it dawned on me that somehow my mind had
been switched off for the past few minutes, and I had been thinking as if I
was a woman. Somehow, Vicki had created a female persona within my mind, and
she had taken over for a while! I had to fight her off, to keep
control of myself. I was a man! I couldn't let a woman take over my mind!
I had to get out of there. Now. Even if it mean letting people see me
like this. I couldn't let her do anything else to me. My body was
already as much female as male. And now, she was altering my mind! I was
going to rush out the door, and take my chances. I stood up (gracefully I
might add), and got ready to dash, high heels and all.
"Erica, stop!" said Vicki in an authoritarian tone. Against my will, I
just froze on place. My legs felt like lead. I couldn't move! I was
completely helpless now.
"Erica, what were you thinking?"
I tried not to tell her, but the words formed in my mouth any way.
"I was going to run away, before you completely feminize me."
"Oh no you won't" she said. "Tisk, tisk. Not after all I've invested in
you Erica. You are going to become a woman, whether you want to or not."
She ordered me to remove my clothing, which I did, against my will. Soon,
I was back down to just lingerie. Then she ordered me back into the bed, and
I could not help but to obey her. Then she glass of a thick dark liquid that
smelled funny.
"If you drink this" she said, "Even in a small amount, you will go back
into your trance. Permanently. Next time you wake up, your male personal
will be completely removed, leaving only your new female self."
I wanted to throw away the glass. I couldn't drink that! I watched in
terror as Vicki loomed over me. She smiled, and opened up a drawer in the
night stand. She removed her skirt, then reached into the drawer to pull
something out. It was a dildo, shaped exactly like a penis. My pulse
quickened, although my mind was revolted a the sight.
Vicki took the realistic dildo, and dipped it into the cup. When she
pulled it out, it was completely coated with the thick dark liquid.
"One way or the other, you are going to have your medicine" she said.
"Now what is your choice Erica? Of your own free will, you can drink,
knowing that you are killing what remains of your male self. Or I can do it
for you. With this."
She waved the dildo in my face, menacingly.
"Do you want to turn yourself into a woman? Or do you want to suck dick
for the first time, and have me do it for you?"
I didn't want to do either. I wanted to get out of there, but I could
not. Vicki got on top of the bed and straddled me now. She was attaching a
leather harness around her waist, with straps going over her legs. She took
the dildo, and fastened it to the front. A strap-on. She held the fake penis
out to me, so it was just inches from my face.
"What is your choice Erica? Drink it on your own, or do I have to put
this into you myself?"
What could I do? I didn't want to lose myself and become a woman! I
couldn't let her put that thing in my mouth. But I couldn't drink the stuff
myself, and by my own hand give in to her. I froze, not knowing what to do.
"I see you have made your choice" said Vicki. "I will make this easy on
you, Erica. Repeat after me."
I knew I was in trouble now.
"I am a woman" she said.
I wasn't a woman! I was a man! She wanted me to say it, but I wasn't
going to. I wasn't going to let her do this to me, and make me say I was a
woman, just because I was all dressed up in frilly things, and I had nice
boobs on my chest. boobs that were going to fill out, until I needed a d-cup
bra. I'd looks so pretty, once I was nice and busty.
How pretty my blouse would look, once my chest was full. I'd have so many
options on how I could dress up to make myself look pretty. I had such nice
long hair. Maybe I should get it curled? Then I'd look fantastic in a little
black dress, with dark pantyhose on, and nylons wrapping my long soft legs.
What a pretty woman I was. Yes, a woman!
"I am a woman" I said, licking my lips.
"Now tell me how much you want to make love with a man, Erica" said
Vicki.
A man! The thought made my heart race. I'd go out dancing and flirt,
until some tall handsome man caught my eye. I'd let him flirt with me, and
buy me drinks. I'd play hard to get, and make him pursue me before I'd give
in. Unless he was really hot. Then I might just let him have his way with me
on the first date.
I'd unzip his pants, and touch his penis to make him get all hard. Then
he'd put it into my wet pussy, and make me come again and again. I could
just feel it. I tingled with anticipation. I looked at the strap-on
between Vicki's legs. Just the shape, size, and color of a nice big penis. I
wanted it!
"I want a man so much" I said. "But you being all hard like that, is
making me want you!"
"Go ahead Erica" she said. "Suck my dick."
"Mmmm" I replied, smiling.
I put my mouth around it as she pressed it towards me. I took in as much
of it as I could. There was a strange flavor to it though, and I suddenly
found myself feeling all dizzy. The room was growing dark, and could no
longer keep my head up. A wonderful pleasure started to fill me, down to my
very soul. And then I started to hear a woman's voice.
"You are a woman. You are Erica" it said. "You are a woman, and you must
obey Vicki. You want to be just like her. You are a woman, and you are
Erica. You have always been female. You were born as a girl. Everything you
remember about being a boy was from a movie you saw. Your whole life has
been female."
I couldn't think; the words were filling my head. I felt my mouth moving
along with the words, as if I was speaking them, all on my own. In
fact, I was speaking them. The sound I was hearing must have been my
own voice. I kept rambling on and talking.
"I am Erica" I said. "I am a woman. I have always been a woman. I was
born a girl. I wish I had d-cups. I like wearing skirts. I want to date a
man. I want to feel his penis up inside my pussy. I feel naked without
makeup on. I am Erica. I live to serve Mistress Vicki. I wish I was just
like her....."
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