FEMINISATION SERVICES
It’s a dead give-away. The way I have spelled ‘feminisation’ that is. Indicates I am probably not American. I am really wary of giving anything away these days, after my experience just a while ago.
A strange email heading “Feminisation Services”. I know I should have assigned it to the bin straight away. On any other day I probably would have done so. But it caught me when I was feeling a bit randy – and lonely. I had also had a few scoops of whisky. Those are my excuses.
Anyway, I opened the message. Relief. All that came up was “Feminisation Services – Click Here.” I didn’t click where it wanted me to and I consigned the message belatedly to the bin. That was that. I felt better about myself the next day and gave the email no further thought.
About a month later I was chilling in my flat when there was a knock on my front door. I found a really attractive brunette in a business suit and a clip file in her hand. I was prepared to say a quick “no thank you” and hastily close the door. As I have just said, I found a very attractive woman staring me straight on with compelling blue eyes.
“Mr. Colin Hamer?” she asked.
“Yes,” I agreed somewhat tentatively.
“I knew who you are anyway. I recognised your face as soon as you opened the door.”
Those words had me gaping at her. “How did you get an image of me?”
“We’ve done our research Colin,” she said familiarly and with a smile. “We know all about you.”
“And who, are WE?” I demanded to know.
“Feminisation Services of course.”
“Feminine what?”
“You clicked our email. Don’t you remember?”
My neighbour s engaged in mowing his front lawn, switched off his machine and yet trying not to alert me to the interest he was taking in my doorstep conversation. He had ears of an elephant.”There is a misunderstand here. You’d better come in and we can sort it out Miss……er?”
“Thank you,” she said placing a very shapely leg over my doorstep. My name is Jessica. You can call me Jess if you like.”
“I’d like to very much Jess,” I said closing the door and pointing towards my sitting room. “But I fear our association will be a short one.”
“Oooh, I don’t think so Colin. Just wait until you hear what news I have for you.”
“I don’t wish to be feminised,” I informed her with a wry smile. “Whatever that means.”
Jessica sat herself on the edge of my settee and showed me a lot of leg in the process. “But you pressed the accept button.”
“I did no such thing.” I persisted.
“Yes you did, Colin. Our records show that you certainly did. They cannot be refuted and we now have a contract.”
“This is a nightmare,” I said. “Are you real?”
“As real as you standing there, Colin. Why don’t you sit down and relax and I’ll go through the paperwork with you.” She took out of her handbag a roll of paperwork. “Besides, your conversion has already started.”
“Already started?” I shrieked. “My conversion? What exactly do you mean by that?”
“Haven’t you noticed what you might think is fat accumulating on your chest? And your nipples are becoming sore? And when you’ve jerked yourself off this last fortnight it’s taken longer and longer to achieve an orgasm that way? To put it crudely, Colin, your breasts are growing and your balls shrinking.”
“You what?” I screamed.
“Not so loud Colin,” said Jess soothingly. “The nosey neighbour of yours will get to hear everything. I am sure you won’t want him to know before it becomes obvious and you can’t disguise the change in your body any longer.”
“Oh my God. This can’t be true. Tell me it’s a dream.”
“It’s not a dream but it’s not a nightmare either. You’ll get to love your new shape and all the possibilities it brings with it.”
“But………….” I fumbled for words. “What’s in it for you? I haven’t much money at all.”
“Don’t worry about that now, Colin. If you can’t pay at the end you can work off your debt.”
“What do you mean by ‘work it off’ Jess?”
“Don’t let us cross that bridge until we come to it,” Jess replied elusively.
“How have you been slipping me this drug that is feminising me?”
“I can’t tell you that. We shall have to keep doing it in secret if you don’t co-operate straight away.”
“Straight away?”
“All you boys submit in the end. You’ll see.”
“All us boys?”
“That’s what I said. You don’t think you’re the first, do you?”
“Where are all these boys?”
“Mostly in America, All good ideas usually come from over there. We’ve only just started moving our services into Europe. We need a few pathfinders like you – just until our business clicks on.”
“Couldn’t you just take your pathfinding somewhere else, Jessica? Leave me to live my life how I want to?”
“Sorry Colin. We’ve started the process on you. You don’t want to be neither sakarya escort one thing nor the other do you?”
My legs felt as if they were giving way. I thumped down on the settee beside Jessica, lost for words.
“That’s right, sit down and relax.” She put her hand on my thigh by means of encouragement. “I’ve brought a few things with me that you’ll appreciate I’m sure.”
“Things?”
She delved into her large handbag and pulled out a small rectangular package bearing the name of a well known departmental store. “Here are some panties for you. We know that most of the boys we change into girls love pink. There’s three pairs in here.” She undid the packaging and pulled out one pair, flattened then out, and held them up for me to look at.”You can see they’re briefs, lovely pink with thin white edging round the legs and waist band. And a little pink bow at the front against your tummy. You’ll really love to wear these won’t you Colin darling?”
I blushed with embarrassment; all the more poignant because I felt a stirring you know where. I started on making a denial. “No, Jess…….”
“Deny it as much as you like but I see your little man is showing some interest.” She smiled at me disarmingly.
What was the use? I pretended to be aloof.
Jess put the loose panties and the two pairs in the package on the arm of the settee. “I’ll get you to wear one pair before I go. Her hand went back into her handbag and brought out another package. “Here’s some nice pink tights for you – extra large of course. I wouldn’t wear pink tights myself, but I know you boys will get really turned on with them at first.”
“At first?” I intoned.
“Until the first flush of excitement simmers down and you really get into loving being a woman. I can’t wait. I’ll be seeing you through all your conversion. I’ll get as much of a thrill doing so as you do, my lover.”
“Look Jess, let’s stop this now. No way am I going to turn myself into a woman. You’re a very nice lady and I don’t wish to upset you, but it’s just not going to happen. O.K.?”
“I can see you are beginning to panic Colin. That is perfectly understandable. This has been a shock for you. But the sooner you come to terms with your changing your sex, the sooner you’ll start to have a fabulous life. If you send me away now, you will be the poorer for it. There are a few things I would like to do with you before I go.”
“This is not happening. I don’t believe anything you say. I don’t know what you hope to achieve. Now will you please go.”
“Before I do, will you do just one thing for me, Colin?”
“What one thing?”
“Take your shirt off.”
I knew what was coming. I knew I had started growing breasts. I had watched the transformation a little each day. I had tried to ignore it. I hoped it was nothing. Now, the realisation it was not was really distressing. Nevertheless I took off my shirt.
“And the vest.”
There was no need to. My little lumps were clear to be seen, outlined in my white cotton vest. “Do I have to?”
“Yes. I want to see your nipples,” Jess demanded authoritatively.
I hesitated. Jess looked me straight in the eyes. Hers were as blue as a cloudless sky on a sunny day. Her golden hair was braided into two cheeky pigtails tied at the end with two small red ribbons. She would pass as a Scandinavian.
“Come on Colin, don’t be shy. I’ll show you my chest before I go if you would like me to.”
The absurdity of that comment made me smile, and not unwillingly. I removed my vest, pulling it off over my head.
“That’s better isn’t it?” Jess said rather than asked. Now, let’s see the damage so far.” She looked me hard and grinned. I gave her a small smile back. She put a hand on each shallow breast and trapped both nipples between finger and thumb. “Look at these Colin. Aren’t they beautiful? You can’t say there haven’t been any changes.”
I did look; carefully at both nipples. First one and then the other. She seemed to be correct. I was growing breasts and my nipples were changing shape and size; becoming more feminine. perhaps. If what Jess said was correct, it was early days.
“I just love these early days of transformation with all the doubts and concerns of our subjects, just like you. It must be something akin to deflowering a virgin. For me not you. Your pleasures with come later and last forever. You see if they don’t.”
I did feel some of my tension drain out of me.
“Right, your pants off next.”
“My trousers?”
“Yes, your trousers and anything else your wearing. Better take your shoes and socks off first don’t you think?”
I slipped out of my shoes and removed my socks, and then stopped, What the fucking hell was I doing? At this rate I was going to be naked in front of this woman who was no more than a complete stranger to me. “No,” I said, “this is a bit one sided. “Goodness izmir escort knows what you’re up to.”
“So, if I take off my jacket, blouse and bra would you be happier?”
“Let me see you do it?” I didn’t think for one minute she would.
“I would rather do this to the music of The Stripper, but you’ll just have to use your imagination.” She may not have had the musical accompaniment but she had all the appropriate actions. Sexily she removed her jacket and started on the buttons of her blouse, one by one. It was as though she had chosen that garment to wear for that very reason. Hands behind her back, breast thrusting out in the process, she made a very job of releasing the fasteners at the back of her white, flowery bra. I could hardly fail to see she had large and firm breasts even before she lowered the garment, and without a shade of embarrassment. Smiling at me, looking ,me straight in the eyes, she let the loose cups hang over her breasts tantalisingly until she released the straps from her shoulders and the garment fell away.
Phew. She was beautiful. Breasts so firm and nipples almost baby pink, and still not a touch of embarrassment. She knew she was gorgeous and that alone made her more beautiful in my eyes. I stepped forward automatically, wanting to touch her. She laughed and backed away. “Not yet. You have to be a good boy first.”
Did that mean what I think it means? I kept that question to myself.”You’re beautiful,” was all I could say.
“You haven’t seen nothing yet,” she said coquettishly. “Now, off with you strides Colin. Keep your end of the deal.”
“I unzipped and dropped my trousers. I felt as brazen as Jess had demonstrated herself to be. My underpants followed and my cock, now free, pointed at Jess accusingly. She didn’t actually leap forward but took my penis in one hand and slipped the other under my balls inquisitively. Her examination was more of a clinical nature than an erotic one. Nevertheless my cock was straining hard to pack as much blood into is length as was possible.
“We’re just in time, sweetheart,” she said.
“Just in time?” What was that about?
“You’re on the cusp.”
“The cusp?”
“The medicine is very powerful. Another few days and an erection this strong will be a thing of the past. Any you must know already that your balls are shrinking. If you want to make babies with anyone you need to fuck in the next day or two before you become infertile. You may be already though. I’ve a testing kit in my bag if you want to know for sure.”
“You mean, that you, your company, has sterilised me without my permission?” I howled in abject horror.
“Now, don’t let’s start that up again. You signed up for this on-line over a month ago. We have the proof.”
This was a bad dream, a nightmare. Soon I would wake up in a pool of sweat and all will be back the way it had been. How could I prove that to myself? “Tell me this is a huge prank organised by my friends as an early birthday joke? It’s gone far enough. I am getting really quite frightened, Jessica. \please stop this now.”
“It’s no joke darling. I’m going to let you make love to me before I go, but I’ll be back soon enough and take care of you right through the processing of your body.”
“The processing of my body?”
“We have to get rid of all that nasty male bodily hair. We have a process of dilapidation that will get rid of it forever, except you blonde curls that is. No more shaving for you my girl.”
“My girl? What do you mean by that?”
“It’s your choice sweetheart whether you decide to be a girl without a cunt or a boy without a prick. I’d go for the pink panty option if it were me.”
“What do you mean by that?” I found myself repeating the question.
“Become a sissy perhaps.”
“What’s a sissy?”
“All in good time sweetheart. I do hope you choose to become one of us girls though. We will also need to do some work on your bum and your waist – all in good time.”
“I do feel awkward standing here naked whilst you are half dressed. Give me my underpants back and save my modesty Jess.”
“Oh, no, darling. That’s not the way it’s going to happen. She reached to the waistband of her skirt behind her back, dropped the zipper and deftly released a button or two. Her skirt fell to the floor revealing a pair of pink panties just like the ones she had gifted to me.
“No tights?” I asked, a little embarrassed.
“I am sure you had worked that out already, Colin. My legs are lovely and brown as you can see. You can run your hands up and down them if you like.”
Her words gave me a shiver of excitement; more like a thrill really. “Now Colin, it’s my intention to let you fuck me. Upstairs on your bed or on the sofa here? Your call.”
I took a step forward and the rampant part of me prodded Jess in her stomach. She giggled excitedly. “I do like this part mersin escort of the pitch.”
Her words hit me, reminding me this was nothing special for her. I was just another customer to be seduced and contribute to her bonus at the end of the month. “Fuck, who cares?”
She knelt down and licked the tip of my penis to taste ant pre-cum. She then expertly pulled my foreskin right back and popped the almost purple head into her mouth. Without any warning to either of us I exploded. I couldn’t help myself. I dearly wanted to last for a long, long time. Jess did her best to swallow as much of my spunk as she could but the volume and the velocity defeated her and she drooled semen from both corners of her lips, with some running down her cheeks to fall on her wonderful breasts.
Cheekily, when I was thoroughly spent, she stood up and shared the last of my jizz with me by sticking a cum laden tongue right into my mouth in the sexiest French kiss, up to that point, I had ever enjoyed in my life. Was I then to realise it was the precursor of things to come?
Job done, she moved back and put both hands round my neck and looked me straight in the eyes. “That wasn’t meant to happen – not what the script says. It means I shall have to stay until you have recovered enough to fuck me properly.”
Shocked or delighted? Take your pick. I really didn’t know what to think. “The script? You’re joking?”
“Not really,” she admitted coquettishly.” I am supposed to fuck you, or let you fuck me, so as to make, what might be your last fuck as a full man, as memorable as possible.”
“That’s actually an instruction on paper?”
“Yes, it’s in black and white in the handbook.”
“Strewth,” I muttered.
“So, I’ll have to hang around until you’ve recovered enough to fuck me properly.”
“I’m awfully sorry about that,” I said sarcastically.
“No, no, it’s a bonus for me as far as I am concerned. You weren’t panning anything special for this evening I hope?”
“This is special,” I muttered.
“Sweet boy.” She chucked again. “I shall be saying sweet girl soon.”
“You what?”
“I know by the taste of you. Full of female hormones. The special medicine is working on you. You’re doing just fine.”
Again, that feeling in the pit of my stomach? Was it excitement or trepidation? If I pinch myself will I wake up? Hadn’t I asked something similar before?
“This is dead real. You’ll soon relish being a little slutty girl. You’ll see. Now, come on l, lead the way to your bed and drag me up there and have your wicked way with me.”
Was ever there such an offer in Colin’s life before?
Incongruously, naked except for her handbag, Jess led the way up the stairs first so as my face was level with her tidy, wriggling bottom as I followed her up. It was a technique, if that was what it was, that certainly worked. As we rose I could feel myself rising. I was definitely interested as we deposited ourselves on the bed. I was “arranged” to have my mouth next to a plump nipple, and I obliged with full commitment. I remember thinking how glad I was to have changed the sheets the day before.
After a while Jess shuffled herself in order to transfer my lips from one nipple to the other. I carried on with my enthusiastic sucking. Another shuffle and Jess had my cock in her mouth and, yet another and we were sixty-nine. Was I in seventh heaven? I licked and sucked and snuffled and Jess leaked all over my face, into my hair, everywhere. A message transferred to Jess through my cock that she had better get a move on or her intensions would be thwarted again. She witched herself round, lay on her back next to me and whispered urgently, “fuck me now”.
I climbed on her, slipped in her and she licked some of her vaginal juices of my face. She was wet and slippery inside and an easy fit. Perhaps my size was already diminishing as Jess had predicted – or I was dealing with a well-fucked cunt. Possibly something of both. I couldn’t have cared less at that moment. Sadly, I spunked into her far too soon. I had absolutely no choice; the lady was in the top drawer as far as erotic coupling went.
I heard her give a sigh of satisfaction. Sexual or ‘job well done’? You tell me. She allowed me time to enjoy, recover, and then reflect. She reached over and kissed me tenderly on the lips. “I must go Honey.”
“Not to another client I hope?” I said rather unkindly. I regretted saying so immediately.
“No, I’m going to be late back for my babysitter. And my husband will want some supper.”
I deserved that jolt of reality.
Back in the living room, Jess fully dressed, me in a track suit and bottoms having been sure to have me wearing a pair of pink panties underneath…….. Not one of the three new pairs Jess had given me but the soiled pair she had arrived wearing. I had swallowed my medicine for the next week like a lamb; aiding and abetting Jess in her quest for my feminisation. “I shall be back here same time next week,” she smiled with an air of triumph. “Panties from now on. I’ll bring some more with me, but you should buy your own. You’ll need a bra soon and some sexy lingerie too. I would also recommend you toss yourself off whilst you can still get a hard on. ‘Bye darling.”