"I don¹t care whether you tried to surprise me or not, when you meet me at
church
you will please be dressed appropriately!" I was having one heck of an argument
with my college-age daughter who 'surprised' me by coming home for Sunday and
meeting me at our church. Normally, I would be pleased to see her anytime and
anywhere-- but today she came prancing into church and plopped herself next to
me
on the pew showing everyone everything she had and leaving nothing to the
imagination. She was dressed in a lovely blouse/mini skirt set. The blouse was
thin and silky, leaving nothing to the imagination as her braless breasts
bounced
under the thin material causing her young nipples to give a free show to the
whole church. Her mini skirt was so short that she had no choice but to give
free
glimpses at her lovely smooth legs and her satin panties (pink they were) under
her skirt. Her makeup was much to much for church --and, well -- I just felt
uncomfortable with her dressed that way.
"You¹re a prude, dad," she quipped. "Anyhow, I just came home to meet my
brother¹s new squeeze. I hear she¹s a real winner!"
"I wouldn¹t know about that", I replied. I hadn¹t met my son¹s newest girl
friend. But being 17, he seemed to be going through them quick enough.
"Well, behave yourself", said Julie (my daughter). "Jack said he was bringing
her
here to meet me today and I want to give a good impression."
"Well, the next time you pop up at church, just wear something decent!" I wasn¹t
finished with my argument and felt a little put aside by Julies¹ changing the
subject. But that was how life was right now.
I am a 44 year-old widowed male, in good shape physically and mentally, with
three children. Julie is 22 and in college studying psychology. Jack is 17 and
trying to get out of high school. And my youngest is Tony who is 14 and quite
shy
-- but doing well for an adolescent young man. I had been widowed for nearly
three years now; my wife having died of cancer -- and life had gone on. I hadn¹t
dated or been with another woman in these past three years -- and quite frankly,
I hadn¹t had any sexual relationship with my wife for two years prior to her
death. That was because of her illness.
We sat down to have lunch when Jack and Amber, his new girl friend showed up.
What a looker SHE was! She was taller than Jack by at least three inches -- and
taller than me by almost 4 inches. She had a beautiful shape, sexy legs --
dynamite ass -big breasts which fit her frame quite well. She had blonde hair
and
blue eyes that seemed to look straight through a person. Her lips were full and
she had an almost wicked chuckle and laugh. She smelled wonderful!
I guess I must have stared at her with my mouth open for a few moments, because
Julie told me to "shut my mouth and quit drooling". I turned red and was quickly
introduced by Jack. We made some small talk and Julie and Amber had a great time
getting acquainted. I couldn¹t get over how beautiful my son¹s new girl friend
was. She seemed almost too old -- or too mature -- or too SOMETHING for him.
More
than several times in the next hour we locked eyes together, and she wouldn¹t
drop the gaze for a moment. Each time it was as if she stared me down until I
lowered my eyes to break contact. Her smell was intoxicating and she knew it.
I guess the most embarrassing part of the afternoon was after one particular
time
she stared me down and then asked me to fetch her a drink. I didn¹t offer it;
she
just instructed me to bring her something 'cool.' I got up and quickly sat down
because I had such a hard-on. My dick was clearly polking through my slacks and
I
had to do some quick 'adjusting' before I could get her drink. She stared at me
with that wicked smile the whole while with her eyes focused on my little
problem.
Actually, I was glad when they left. I told Jack to be home at a decent hour --
school the next day! Julie flew out the door on her way back to school promising
to "dress more conservatively next time." It was time to call it a day. Isn¹t it
something where those kids will take you when you least expect it!
**************
It was Monday -- and I was enjoying a free day at home without any disruptions.
Actually, I was fooling around, playing my 'games' that I play when nobody else
is around. As I said, it has been a long time since I had sex with a woman. I
guess that is why I began to turn to some sex videos and light porno magazines
--
to settle my cravings for some sort of sexual release.
So, the house being empty and all, I got out some of my female domination
magazines. I get a kick out of those things -- actually, to be truthful -- they
turn me on. I took a pair of my wife¹s panties from her drawer and slipped them
on. I never did get rid of my wife¹s clothing; I just couldn¹t bare to part with
it after her death and -- well -- it¹s still here. Sometimes -- not often -- I
take out some of her silky things and either fondle them or wear them to get
myself 'off'.
So there I was -- in the living room flipping through the latest edition of
'Feminine Illusion', dressed in my wife¹s tiny pink panties and getting quite
aroused at the stories I was reading. The panties fit well because my wife and I
were pretty much the same size. I was lost in thought when suddenly it occurred
to me that someone was staring at me. I looked up and was horrified to see
Amber,
my son¹s newest girl friend, watching me fondle myself through my panties.
"My God! What are YOU doing here!", I yelled!
"More to the point", Amber said with a wicked smile on her face -- "what are YOU
doing here!"
I fumbled for something to cover myself with and threw my shirt over my lap to
cover my near naked condition. "Please -- would you just please leave?", I
pleaded.
"I think not!", Amber said matter-of-factly. "I came over to retrieve my purse
that I left here yesterday and to have a talk with you about your son. I think
I¹ll stay -- and we¹ll HAVE that talk."
I started to get up to leave the room and get some clothes on when Amber told me
to STOP! I froze in my tracks as She commanded me -- yes, it was a command! --
She commanded me to sit down. "Unless you want your son to know how I found you,
I won¹t ask you twice!", She said. I sat down with my head hanging. She came and
sat right next to me.
With her index finger, She lifted my face to look into Her eyes -- and She
stared
at me --like She did yesterday. She took the shirt from my lap -- dropped in on
the floor next to us -- and began to softly talk to me. "I came to tell you that
I am going to take your son away from you", She said softly. "I am a recruiter
of
sorts -- and I recruit interesting people -- like your son -- and I change
them."
She was staring at me -- and She smelled so good. I couldn¹t get my mind off the
way She smelled. "I don¹t understand", I said.
"Of course you don¹t, Amber said, "but you will." As She talked quietly to me
She
put me at ease. I just listened to Her talk in a soothing, almost hypnotic way.
As She talked her fingers teased my chest and nipples while her other hand toyed
at my dick through my panties. I was in whatever spell She wanted me in, unable
to think how inappropriate it was for me to be there with her -- and only
dressed
in those panties.
"I change people", She said with a smile and that wonderful voice. "Your son is
my next assignment and I plan to change him."
"I don¹t understand," I told Her again. "What does this have to do with my son?"
"The people I work for," said Amber, "have a wicked need for boy-toys. They want
gays and shemales -- and even cross dressers like YOU", She said taking me off
guard. "I lure them in with my charms and I make them into whatever my clients
require. YOUR son, is to become a gay slave to a foreign dignitary."
"Now wait a minute, Miss", I replied trying to assert myself again. After all,
this was my son She was after. "You can¹t just waltz in here and tell me that
You¹re going to steal my boy -- I won¹t allow it."
"Allow it?", She said with a soft voice. "There¹s nothing to allow sissy. I'm
simply going to take him -- that is!, after I have taken YOU!"
Her fingers were still working on me and my mind was in some sort of fog. Amber
somehow removed Herself from Her clothes -- how I don¹t even know -- and She
straddled my lap. I could feel her hard nipples crushing into my chest. Her
smell
was intoxicating -- I couldn¹t think right -- I was getting stupid with Her
smell
and Her touch. She maneuvered my hard dick out of my panties through the leg
opening and it slid so naturally into Her moist pussy. She possessed me. I could
feel Her powerful muscles contracting around my dick while Her mouth and tongue
took their pleasure with mine., Her fingers roughly pinched and pulled at my
tits
until I moaned in pain. She rocked back and forth -- bringing me to heights I
could never remember experiencing.
As she fucked me, She asked me questions. "Who are you?"
"i¹m Yours", I responded. "I belong to YOU."
"You¹re my SISSY", Amber said. "From this moment on, I OWN you! I am recruiting
you to be my sissy boy whose name is sissy. Now who are you?", She demanded
while
bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.
"I am your sissy", I responded. I no longer had a brain to think with. While She
fucked me for over an hour, I promised Her many things. I promised Her my son--
no -- my SONS. I promised Her my daughter. I promised I would become a shemale
slave to Her and help Her with Her recruiting. She fucked me deep and hard. And
when She was finished, I was at a heap at Her feet weeping at my pitiful
condition.
Amber laughed at me in a wicked way. "What do you think your SON will say when
he
finds out about this?", she asked.
"Please don¹t tell him", I pleaded. "I will do anything You say -- just don¹t
tell him what happened."
"Not today," Amber said with a grin. "For now, I think I shall work on my new
recruit." And with that She led me into the bathroom where She made me watch as
She took a shower. She made me take a hot bath -- and then She shaved my legs,
arms, underarms and what little hair I had on my chest and back. "you will keep
yourself like this from now on, sissy", She demanded.
Leading me into my bedroom, She rifled through my dresser drawers taking out all
my male underwear. I watched as she cut each piece in shreds. She then emptied
my
wife¹s lingerie drawer into my dresser and told me that my "life had just
changed." "You enjoy wearing your wife¹s pretty frilly things? Well girl! That¹s
all you get to wear from now on!", She said with a wicked laugh. She sprayed me
with some of Her perfume and then put her pair of panties -- black -- over my
head with the crotch by my nose -- so that I could become addicted by Her smell.
"Within a week, you will do anything to please Me," She said. "you will smell my
pussy every waking moment you have by wearing these panties over your sissy
head.
you will sleep with these panties over your pathetic head every night. The smell
will never go away -- and the more you inhale, the more enslaved you will become
to ME!"
That smell -- somehow it was so intoxicating that I could not escape. As I
smelled the panties, my mind became stupid and pliable. I agreed to everything
She was saying, not even fully knowing all that She was telling me. All I knew
was that I had to agree!
"Keep your legs and body shaved, sissy", She said. "I will see you next Monday
--
after I¹ve had a good talk with Julie. I think She will be the next one I
recruit -- wouldn¹t that be nice?"
"Yes", I said mindlessly. What was happening to me? What had I done? I had
fucked
my son¹s girl-friend -- or rather, She fucked the hell out of me! She had
smelling her panties, destroyed all my male underwear, and made me promise to do
anything She wanted. It didn¹t matter, though -- all I wanted right now was to
smell those fragrant panties -- She said the smell would never go away! I hope
She was right.
That was Monday -- Julie called me last night and said She wanted to talk with
me. She and Amber were dropping over. "Be home", She said in a rather strong
tone. "AND, don¹t forget to slip into some little panties for ME!"
I don¹t know where the week had gone -- but it was Thursday, and Julie had just
called to tell me that She and Amber were dropping over to see me tomorrow,
Friday! I had spent the week since Monday by myself mostly -- ignoring my two
sons as much as possible. I really didn¹t need to work anymore. My wife and I
had
been very successful at our business -- a business I had sold after her death.
Now I came in and worked for them as a consultant, though I really didn¹t need
to.
After my wife¹s death -- actually, some time before her death -- I had become
interested in the church. It seemed to be giving me some help and comfort at the
time and I thought that it had helped me turn my life around. It was working,
until last Sunday when Julie, my daughter, showed up in Her slutty outfit and I
was finally introduced to Amber, my 17-year -old sons latest girl friend. She
was
intoxicating -- tall --seductive -- sensual --hypnotic -- and any other
descriptive word that would imply 'temptress!'
Monday, after Jack and Tony had left to go to school I began playing my little
game with my wife¹s lingerie. That¹s when this whole trouble began. Amber walked
into the house to retrieve Her purse and found me flipping through 'Feminine
Illusion' dressed in my wife¹s pink panties. Before She left the house I had
been
thoroughly fucked and brainwashed by the scent of Her panties. She had commanded
me to spend the week smelling them as much as possible -- and that I had done.
Like She had said, the smell just didn¹t seem to go away. It was intoxicating!
The more I took in the fragrance of Her smell, the deeper I seemed to fall into
some sort of mindless pit. I slept with the panties over my head -- I walked
around during the day with them in my hand and mouth. I couldn¹t seem to get
enough of the fragrance -- and the more I inhaled the seductive smell, the more
entrapped I became in the invisible web She had so quickly spun around me.
She left telling me that She was going to recruit Julie. Amber was a recruiter
of
sorts --recruiting 'young men' She said for rich foreign dignitaries who wanted
boy-toys to play with. Amber would seduce them -- change them -- and sell them.
She told me that She intended to sell Jack to a Gay rich guy after She had
changed him into the rich man¹s dirtiest dream. me -- I couldn¹t even raise a
word to protest now. The fragrance had sucked me in and I was totally helpless
to
do anything but sniff those precious black panties.
"Julie¹s coming over!", I said to myself! The boys had taken off to school and a
took my scented bath, shaving like Amber had told me to do. I was getting used
to
the smooth feel of my legs, arms and body -- and I kind of liked it! I powdered
myself and went to my dresser drawer and selected a yellow pair of satin
panties.
Amber had destroyed all my male underwear and replaced my drawers with all my
wife¹s old stuff.
I always had a love for sexy lingerie and insisted that my wife wore the most
seductive dainties. Now they were mine!
I was sitting at the kitchen table fondling Amber¹s black pair of panties,
sniffing them as usual -- never seeming to be able to get enough of Her smell --
when Julie and Amber pranced in through the kitchen door.
"Hi, daddy!", Julie said with a bright grin. She came up to me and kissed my
cheek which had instantly turned crimson red. Julie was dressed in that same
slutty outfit that I told her not to wear at church. Amber walked up to me and
slapped me hard across the cheek. "What are those disgusting male clothes doing
on your body?", She demanded to know. I was about to say something when She hit
me again -- and again. "Get out of those disgusting things and come back
properly
dressed!", She ordered. I scurried back to the bedroom, stripped out of my
slacks, socks and shirt, found a yellow nylon nightgown and slipped it over my
head -- and with head bowed, I returned to the kitchen.
"That¹s better, daddy", Julie said.
Amber said nothing. Instead She just came up to me. I started to back away,
afraid of being hit again, when She grabbed me by the back of the neck and
kissed
me, forcing my mouth to play with her tongue. "Very nice, sissy", She said. Her
smell made my mind stupid and powerless again.
Amber began. "Do you remember that I said I was going to recruit your daughter,
sissy? Well", -- She walked up to Julie and put Her arms around Her -- "she¹s
mine!" I watched dumbfounded as Amber began to caress Julie¹s naked breast
beneath her thin blouse causing those young nipples to stretch the fabric in a
taunting way. Julie let out a small gasp and her head bent back as Amber kissed
her the way She had kissed me. "I¹m training Julie to become a Recruiter just
like Me", said Amber. "She¹s good!"
As I watched the lesbian scene unfolding before me, tears began to well up in my
eyes. Julie broke the embrace and walked up to me, forcing me to sit down in a
chair. She then straddled my lap the way Amber did last Monday. Beneath her mini
skirt she wore no panties. "Kiss me, daddy", she said with mischief in her eyes.
I tried to turn away, but whatever the smell that Amber had which made me crazy
-- Julie had the same smell. She laughed, unbuttoned her blouse letting her
small, pert tits pop into view. She tweaked the nipples looking at me all the
while. Her hands took my hands and lifted them to her breasts -- and while I
began fondling her young tits, she kissed me. Not like a daughter, mind you --
but like a temptress -- like Amber. my dick was poking again out the side leg
opening of my panties and Julie gently guided it into her moist pussy. I
couldn¹t
believe what I was doing. I was dressed in female attire, fucking my daughter
--listening to the whirl of -- what was that? Amber was taking video of the
whole incestuous affair. I couldn¹t stop it -- I didn¹t want to stop it -- and I
came -- BIG time.
As Julie laughed a wicked little laugh, she slid off me, popping my wet dick
into
her mouth to clean me off. "We own you, daddy", she said with an evil laugh.
************
"It¹s really quite simple", explained Amber. "Our little company has discovered
a
fragrance that has the ability to cause some interesting things to happen to a
male. Actually, the smell works like an aphrodisiac -- and like a very addictive
drug. It changes the mind of a male, eliminating the ability for sensible
thought. I guess, in a way, it takes away your ability for free will. You become
a puppet -- a slave! After three days of taking in our fragrance you are
irreversibly hooked. No way to get it out of your system."
As they were talking to me I could do nothing but listen and agree. That smell
had indeed done SOMETHING to me! They had stripped me naked again -- and they
got
naked themselves.
"Just us girls", they laughed; it was supposed to be a joke! Julie got a bag and
took out several syringes and bottles. "Stay still, daddy", she said, "this
really won¹t hurt too much." She injected me numerous times in various placed --
and like she said, it didn¹t hurt. Amber got me a glass of water and gave me a
number of pills to take.
"These will be breakfast for you from now on", She said. "Just a little
something
to change you into my little shemale boy-toy." She laughed at that one, thinking
that it was particularly amusing.
"Daddy, these drugs are going to cause some rapid changes in your body. you¹re
going to have tits like ME, daddy!", she laughed.
"Why are you doing this?", I asked with tears welling up in my eyes.
"sissy!", Amber said -- "because we love you!"
I was told to stand in the corner while Amber and Julie began a lesbian dance on
the bed. Even though I should have been disgusted at the sight, I couldn¹t get
over how erotic their movements were. As they came together, I was instructed to
join them on the bed. We caressed and they played with my nipples -- GOD had
they
become sensitive!
"Time to get dressed, daddy", Julie said. She took some lacy panties and a bra
out of my dresser and helped me begin getting dressed. Sitting in front of the
vanity, she and Amber put makeup on my face, making me look rather sultry.
Wadding up some panties, Julie stuffed them into my bra quipping that it
wouldn¹t
be forever that I would need such padding. "You¹re going to have the BIG TITS in
the family, daddy", she laughed.
They dressed me in a light dress, put sandals on my feet, put a wig on my head,
and took me out shopping. That afternoon I had purchased everything needed to
transform a man into a woman.
On the way back from the stores, we stopped at an adult bookstore. Embarrassed,
I
followed them in as they took me to the Gay Section and selected a number of
books and magazines for me to read. "We¹ve got some work to do," said Amber.
"I¹ve got a schedule to keep and my client needs your son SOON."
"What¹s that got to do with ME?", I asked almost in a panic. "my son will never
become gay!"
"You don¹t think he¹s ever slept with ME, have you", asked Amber. "He¹s been
begging to -- and I can tell you that he has never BEEN with a woman -- he
won¹t,
either."
"What does THAT mean? How do You plan to change him?"
"Daddy!", Julie quipped. "If Jack is to become gay, he¹s going to have to have
some Gay experience. YOU, daddy! YOU¹RE going to make him gay with the help of
our little fragrance -- ON YOU!"
I was being set up -- JACK was being set up. I couldn¹t disobey -- and I didn¹t
want to do what they were going to make me do. "We¹re going to make you so
pretty
for Jack", Julie said with a bright grin. "I think this weekend will be a BLOW
OUT!"
"What in the hell is going on here?", demanded Jack as he came through the door
and saw a half-naked girl tied up on the living room floor. What he saw was a
novel sight, really. He saw a female form dressed in translucent finery showing
every smooth body part a boy of 17 would want to see. He saw breasts that begged
to be touched -- legs that seemed never to end. He saw a helpless look on a
female face that begged to be rescued -- or fucked.
Jack turned on the lights to get a closer look at the sexy sight trussed up
before him --only to gaze more intently at the trussed-up form. "Dad?", he asked
in a soft voice. "Is that you?" With the penis gag in my mouth I could hardly
answer my son-- but it WAS me. The girls had dressed me in sheer nylon panties,
bra, garter, stockings and short see-through nightie. They had me made up like a
whore, painted with that sultry look that would lure my son into their trap. A
penis gag in my mouth would assure that I couldn¹t blab -- but I had to suck,
because of the conditioning they had put me through. I had become a lure for my
boy -- a lure which would drive him into a life of homosexuality. I wish only
now
that I could have said something to stop the whole twisted scene from going
through.
"Dad? -- What¹s going on here?", said Jack as he began untying my bonds. "You
look like a girl!" No sooner did he make that remark but that the strong hand of
Amber placed a rag over his nose -- chloroform it was -- and Jack, who struggled
for a moment, didn¹t have a chance. His knees wobbled and he fell with Amber
landing softly on his back.
By the time Jack awoke, he was naked, shaved, and in a nylon jock strap that
emphasized his large male gifts. His nipples were pierced while he was out --
his
ears were pierced and gold earrings were placed in his ears. AND -- he was under
the influence of the aroma that drove me into slave submission.
Julie had injected Jack with a special narcotic that would raise his
subconscious
influence level to the point that anyone could induce a hypnotic trance. They
had
already worked on me over the past 36 hours and my role in this seduction was
deeply implanted in my brain. I wanted only one thing -- to fuck my son.
Julie had doused me with a generous amount of their special fragrance and placed
me in the same room with Jack. I was still dressed as the slut -- and my breasts
were already beginning to grow. Somewhere in my sleep consciousness, Amber had
implanted the command to seduce my son. I found that I could do nothing else.
Jack awoke -- and I was snuggled close to him. He again demanded to know what
was
happening -- although the smell was beginning to turn his sexual drive into
overdrive. I could see that he took on the same mindless face that I had when
Julie and Amber had seduced me days ago.
"Dad", he asked, "what are you doing?"
By command, I was fondling my sons dick through the silk jock he was wearing ---
and then I began my programmed speech. "Jackie, you have no choice but to follow
me. we are genetically gay, you and I. Jackie -- you are going deep into a
hypnotic spell -- and the only way out is to give yourself to me."
I was teasing his cock through his little silky jock -- and he was flushed with
desire. The smell -- the aroma -- the drugs -- they were all driving us toward
each other. He came closer to take in the aroma and 'feel' my breasts. I took
his
head --kissed my son on the lips -- and lowered his head toward my panties. We
were both drunk with the smell of sex and the aroma of our Mistress.
Within the hour, jack drank my juices and I fucked his ass. Julie and Amber
videoed the whole ordeal. When we finally passed out -- jack was taken to a
special room to be programmed like I was. Never would he enjoy the softness of a
woman¹s pussy and breasts. He had devoured my cock like a professional cockman.
I
had tears in my eyes as Amber took him from me and led him to his new life.
***********
The drugs were doing their worst with me. I have breasts now. BIG breasts like
Julie said I would. jack is gone -- sold to be love slave in some foreign
country. Amber moved in with us and Julie quit college. Tony doesn¹t know what
to
make of all that is happening. And Amber said that She is going to 'recruit' him
and turn him into a girl --and then She will sell him as a whore.
my life is a wreck. i¹ve slept with my daughter -- turned my son into a homo --
i¹m setting up my baby boy -- and i¹ve allowed myself to be transformed into a
shemale.
If you think it can¹t get worse -- wait!
Julie was right! my breasts ARE bigger than hers -- and I think they are more
sensitive, too. my figure is improving, although it will never be anything like
my daughter¹s -- or Amber¹s. my ass has rounded nicely -- waist is too big,
though. my lips have become full and sexy -- and my sex drive -- well, that has
driven right off the chart.
Julie and Amber have had Toni on drug therapy for some weeks -- and he is
beginning to accept her fate. Before my voice started changing I called the
school and told them I would be home-schooling both my boys. Funny though --
Toni
doesn¹t look anything like a boy anymore. And Jack? Well, before he left he gave
me a blowjob. I guess he will do whatever he has been programmed to do -- just
like me.
Julie fucks me daily. She loves to feel her breasts pressed into mine as she
tongues my mouth. I, on the other hand, especially enjoy watching her and Amber
making love. They are so sexy together as their bodies twist and their limbs
intertwine.
Julie tells me that she alone has introduced Toni to lesbian love. She, Toni
that
is, will never get to experience sex as a boy since he is to be sold as an
anatomically correct girl.
And I -- well, I am to remain with Amber and Julie as their little sex slave.
Life could be worse, I guess.
************
"Hurry daddy," Julie yelled from the front door, "we¹re going to be late!"
I couldn¹t believe that she would be putting me through this! This morning she
dressed me in pink lace panties and bra -- (I need one now) -- pink thigh hi
stockings -- 5" pumps-- an extremely short and tight mini skirt -- and a
see-through blouse with an extremely low-cut bodice to show my breasts off --
AND
that special perfume.
"daddy!", she yelled as she came into the bedroom to hurry me along, "we don¹t
want to be late for church."
That¹s right. She was taking me to church! I was made up for a strip bar, but
Amber needs another young man to 'change.' Julie had her eyes on the preacher¹s
son -- and I was instructed to 'recruit him.' I hope he likes pink!
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