"Hey, that sounds like a logical thing to do - forget her, that is. I ain't no honey gold blonde between my legs, my flat tits sag and my hair is a dirty brown but some people have sworn that my pussy tastes like honey. I can be over there in two hours. I'll be glad to do what I can to help you forget her." "No, you don't understand. This was two months ago when she left me the note and disappeared. Like a fool, I didn't take her advice and went after her. I went to his apartment and was warned by Denise that she would have to hurt me if I didn't leave. I came back in, through a back door and Denise used her long legs to kick my ass back out the door. Two days later I tried it again and Carla sent me to the Emergency Room after she kneed me. She also had the police arrest me for trespassing. A week later, I followed them out to his lake home and slipped in over the fence. Five minutes later, I was hit in the head with something. I woke up buck naked and tied to a wall, stretched like one of those ancient castle prisoners. Gary told me that I was a fool, that I should forget her and that I must stay away from him and his girls. Then he told Carla to punish me - `give him twenty lashes'. I expected a bullwhip or something, but she rubbed some unknown cream to my chest and cock, then attached nipple clips to my nipples and some sort of cock ring around my flaccid cock. Then she turned on the electricity. The first electrical shock jarred me and I yelped with the pain. The second shock was almost as bad but I noticed that I now had a very stiff erection. By the tenth shock, my cum was covering my chest where I exploded with delight. When she untied me, I wanted her to suck on my nipples or my cock. It didn't matter as long as I had some relief. They forced me into my clothes and drove me back into town where they dumped me down in the red light district. Within ten minutes, I had found a prostitute and had her sucking my cock. After she gave me a blowjob, I still felt so aroused that I couldn't quit. But it wasn't my cock that was bothering me. It was my nipples. When she began sucking my nipples, I jerked with ecstasy. My previously normal nipples were now the most sensitive part of my body - even more than my cockhead. I finally got home but masturbated myself as I played with my nipples. I discovered that I couldn't wear a shirt because the shirt rubbed against my sensitive nipples and I had to go back down to the red light district to get some more physical relief. When I returned home, there was a message from Carla warning me that they would punish me even worse if I tried to see Priscilla again or came near them. That what they did to me would wear off in a couple of weeks and that I should consider her message my last warning." A loud groan escaped Trish's lips "Oh, shit! Why do I feel that you've let your stubbornness get the best of you." A long sigh escaped Bryan's lips "Like a fool, I went back and was caught again. The second time was more punishing than the first. Donna - she's the Texas cowgirl - punished me. Again they greased me up with those damn unknown creams, put the nipple clips and cock ring on, but this time, she also inserted a big dildo up my ass." "Oh, shit. And I'll bet you did." Trish laughed, the image of that being quite vivid in her imagination. "It wasn't so bad. I had an erection before they even punished me. Donna had trouble getting the cock ring on me because I was swelled so big that it almost didn't fit. They let me stand there buck naked with the dildo up my ass and those clamps attached to my various body parts. Then Priscilla strode into the room and I almost cummed from just seeing her. She was wearing a skin-tight black shinny leotard that would've made Batwoman jealous. Her large boobs were straining that tight-fitting garment so that I thought it was going to burst. She stood inches from me, letting me stare at her new body, while she was watching my obvious erection throb between my legs. Then she said something funny to me. I remember her exact words `Bryan, it's over between us. Gary's shown you how he can punish you. I'm here to give you one last chance. Tell me that you'll walk away and leave us alone and I'll turn you loose. But if you ever bother us again, Gary will do whatever is necessary to stop you. The last time that you were here, they put sensitivity cream on your nipples and cock making them more sensitive. Then they put you in a place where it was easy to find someone to relieve you. You found yourself going back for more, didn't you.' I admitted to her that I did enjoy it. Then she continued `that's the same cream that they gave me and you saw what it did to me. The combination of creams rubbed into my body molded my body into the perfect woman's body after several weeks of daily use. I quickly discovered that the pills heightened the dreamy warm feeling and made me feel womanlier. At first, I only wanted to improve myself physically for you so that I could compete with those other women - my new friends - that you so obviously admired. Then you no longer mattered as I discovered that Gary could take me much further than you could. I allowed him to turn me into one of his shapely bimbos because it was what I discovered that I wanted. The effects of the cream will wear off in two weeks and you return to normal - unless you take it every day and then have a couple of the concentrated three day soaks that really filled out my body. The dose of cream on your body is much heavier than what they did to me and when they add the electricity, it becomes fifty times more powerful. If I tell them that you won't bother us anymore, we'll wash the extra-heavy dose of cream off of you and turn you loose. If you don't agree, then Donna's going to hit you with the voltage, which will burn the cream into your skin. You may like it while you're under its effect, but you won't like it once it wears off. What's your answer?' And then she stared at me with her wide doe-like eyes, waiting for my answer." Trish was sitting up in the chair; her steno pad lay in her lap where she'd become so enthralled that she'd forgotten to take notes. She gushed out "Yeah, yeah, yeah, what did you answer?" "I told her that I could never leave her. As she turned and walked away from me, Donna hit me with the first charge of electricity while my eyes were locked onto Priscilla's perfect ass. I didn't scream this time, but it was almost instant gratification for me. By the third charge of electricity, I realized that my body was involuntary humping, trying to get some reaction from the dildo. By the time that they finished my twentieth shock, I was an uncontrollable nymphomaniac slut. I tried to fight with them when they were disconnecting me from the equipment; because I enjoyed the full feeling of the dildo rammed up my ass. They loaded me still naked into a van and drove me to an apartment where they gave me to Tyrone and Danny. Within ten minutes of being paraded buck-naked into their apartment, Tyrone was butt fucking me as I sucked Danny's cock. I'd never thought about sex with a man before and here I was ramming two different cocks into my body openings. They put a dog collar on me and began calling me Prissy - yeah, it was Priscilla's suggestion that they call me that so I would constantly think about how much she had changed and how their drugs could do it to me also. They gave me to their friends and I serviced their friends because I couldn't get enough sex. I was happy only when there was something big and hot ramming up and down my ass. I sucked them off, but I really preferred to be fucked. And there were other changes also. My nipples were so damn sensitive and the surrounding chest flesh was much softer and beginning to fill out like a very young teenage girl. I enjoyed letting one of the men suck on my little boobies. Danny was a tit man while Tyrone was an ass man. So both of them could satisfy me. For two whole weeks, I lived there, not once putting on any clothes, just being their little slut to take care of them. Then the creams began wearing off and I begin realizing what had occurred to me and what I had been doing with those men and my body. I still actively participated in sex with them but now I could see what I was doing. After a week of decreasing drug-induced euphoria, I sneaked out one morning, dressed in some of Danny's clothes. I rushed home, packed my clothes and moved out because I didn't want them to come looking for me. After all, they knew where I lived. I found a cheap rooming house and stayed in it, ignoring the desire to go out and pick up a man. When I found the desire to play with my body too strong, I would take a long cold shower until I felt more normal. Gradually I began to shake that slutty feeling and began to think for myself. I realized that after what had happened, that I would never be the old me again and that I would have to deal with the memories of being a kept slut in a man's bedroom. So for the last month, I've been sitting in that room, thinking and trying to decide what to do with my life. I knew that life as I knew it, was over for me and I had to build a new life far away from here. Before I left, I also decided that I had to tell someone about Gary Franks, then I had to hide because I knew that he would come after me. That's why I called you." Trish looked at her notepad. There were blanks in some of the story areas but she had enough so that she could re- build the story. Her mind was already whirling with thoughts about her expose of Gary Franks. She quickly suggested "Look, Bryan I need to sit down and talk some more with you about this. I'll need photographs of all the women and more details about who they used to be, so I can gather other evidence. We'll expose him for the mad sadist that he is." "No, I can't do that. If I go back or get involved, they'll cream me up again and brainwash me into being one of his oversexed bimbos. I can't allow them to brainwash me and turn me into a mindless bimbo slut who can only think about servicing men. I didn't come down there because I knew that you wouldn't let me leave your office- that's why I called you from this phone booth. I've got my bags packed and I'm leaving town. I'm going to move away and hide where no one can ever find me." "Bryan, please listen to me. I need you. This is the biggest story that this newspaper has seen since the last presidential scandal. It's page one material and I need your help." She pleaded. "No, I've given you enough facts so that you can dig up whatever you need for supporting evidence for the story. I'm out of it and I'm leaving to start my new life. Don't try to find me. Good-by Trish." The click of the phone and the subsequent humming of a disconnected call echoed through the silent newspaper office. Trish hung up the phone, lit another cigarette and leaned back in the overstuffed chair as she began sorting the fantastic story in her mind. Across town in a phone booth, Bryan was going through his billfold. He removed the driver's license with its identifying photograph and dropped it on the floor. His life as Bryan Patterson was over and he would have to get a new driver's license to go with his new identity. He removed the credit cards and spent a few minutes breaking them into small pieces and dropping the pieces on the floor. He removed a small picture of him and Priscilla from their early days, knowing that he would keep that remembrance. After he was finished going through the billfold, all he kept was the cash and the one photograph, dropping his old billfold on the floor with the rest of the trash. He stared at his reflected image in the dirty windows of the phone booth, knowing that once he stepped out of the dim light of that phone booth's interior, that he would be committed to walking away from his life as Bryan Patterson - writer and former reporter - and that he would have to begin a new life that would keep him away from the people that knew him as Bryan. Or they would find him someday. He didn't know how, but he knew that Gary's money and resources could do anything. And they would be pissed about his revealing their secret. Staring through the dirty phone booth windows, he could see the nearby truckstop. He would find a trucker that was interested in company as they drove across the country. Then he would get out and hitchhike some more until he found some place that he could call home. And someone that could help him forget his old life and help him to live his new life. Bryan pushed open the phone booth doors and stepped out into the fresh night air. Standing in the phone booth with the door closed, the air inside the booth had become stale. He picked up the small overnight bag that contained his few new clothes and possessions. He began walking slowly toward the truckstop. He approached a truck where the engine was running and the driver was checking the wheels. Standing beside the truck, he softly asked the driver "Got room for a hitchhiker?" The driver turned and stared at Bryan for a second, then nodded his head "Yeah. Go climb into the cab. I'm going to pull out in two minutes." Bryan opened the cab door and threw his small bag onto the floor. Behind him the driver asked "My name's Joe and I'm supposed to be in Chicago in the morning. What's your name?" Bryan nodded back the greeting and smiled at the driver before replying in a softly modulated melodic voice "My friends call me Prissy." The driver watched as `Prissy' pulled her skirt up, then stepped gingerly up on the step, being careful to balance herself on her high heels and not snag her nylons as she climbed into the passenger seat of the truck's cab. Prissy left the door open as she adjusted her skirt, then sat down, demurely crossing her shapely nylon clad long legs, revealing just a flash of thigh through the slit in her skirt. The driver watched as his female passenger shut the door, then adjusted the mirror so that she see her own reflection. Using a ring covered manicured hand, the driver's guest fluffed her thick mane of red long hair pushing the curly hair into place, then checked her lips to see if she needed to refresh her bright red lipstick. The driver rushed through his inspection and climbed up into the cab. Although the young woman was smiling at him, the driver glanced at her breasts that were perkily shaping up the front of her lacy blouse. She was a tall woman, even taller with the heels but her height and broad-shouldered appearance reminded him of a very loving big-boned farm-girl from Kansas. She'd also had large hands, wide shoulders, a thick waist and muscular legs - but she'd been one of the best fucks that Joe had ever experienced. Staring at his new passenger, he knew that her large size could be intimidating to some men but there was enough fullness to her breasts and silent invitation in her voluptuous lips to convince Joe that this cute woman would make the trip an very enjoyable trip for him. He watched as the woman adjusted her small travel bag beneath her feet. He threw a thumb up, pointing at the opening at the back of the cab "This is a sleeper cab. Put your bag back there and make yourself comfortable." She flashed a broad smile at him as she unclipped her earrings and dropped them into her purse. Pausing to remember to talk in her soft voice, she asked, "Do you mind if I crawl back there and change into something a little more comfortable?" The man tried to hide his grin but he couldn't "Go ahead. I'll get us started down the road." As he pulled out, she pulled the curtains back, revealing the cramped but adequate sleeping birth. She put her purse and travel back there, then stood up so that she could crawl onto the mattress. The truck was moving and she lost her balance for a second, partially spinning around on her high heels so that her ass was only inches from the driver's face. Grabbing something and holding on, she laughed as she declared "Don't consider me a slut just because I shove my ass in your face within two minutes of meeting you. You don't know what it's like to wear high heels and to try to balance in them." The driver laughed as she crawled through the narrow opening and pulled the curtains shut. In the some-what cramped privacy of the small sleeping birth, she unbuttoned her blouse, removing it as she considered her next options. She folded her blouse and examined her naked female breasts. A month of taking the creams and pills that Bryan had confiscated from Priscilla that time, had further modified Bryan's body. The dildo-prod treatment had started and greatly modified his former all-male body, softening it and building little bud-like breasts as well as adding a little padding to his hips. A month of taking the pills and cream had soften Bryan's skin further, enhancing the facial complexion as the mannish facial hair disappeared and the thinning hair grew and filled out. The cream had developed the puffy teenage breasts into more realistic looking B-cup breasts - a full b-cup that would soon need a C-cup, just as Bryan's straight waist had narrowed and the hips expanded into a fuller, rounder, more feminine looking body. Somehow, the chemicals moved body fat around to shape anyone's body into a more pleasing feminine effect. His current metamorphic stage had advanced so that he now looked slightly more female than male. The makeup, rapidly-grown long hair and clothes provided just enough extra decorations to help him easily pass as his new chosen gender. Two weeks earlier, he had looked too much like a cross-dressing football player with Gynecomastia to venture out into public dressed the way that he dressed for his `dates' within the privacy of his rented room. Yes, dates. The punishment melded out to him had changed more than his sexual libido so that normal hetrosexual relationships no longer interested him. He also now wanted to be a vixen - not a bimbo like Priscilla but a siren who could vamp and wantonly seduce her lover. He'd waited patiently in the room, waiting for the pills and cream to further modify his body. He used the time to practice his mannerisms and speech while learning all the nuisances of mixing and matching female attire correctly and styling his new long curly hair. For the last week, he'd been practicing at local malls, gaining confidence in his ability to pass as a woman and watching his body reshape itself more and more every day. Once he was convinced that he could pass as a woman, he knew that it was time for him to leave town and abandon his real identity. Bryan continued to undress, removing the skirt and panty hose, knowing that Joe was watching his `female guest' undress through the mirror and a small slit in the curtain. Bryan slightly moved so that Joe wouldn't be able to see that there was still a fully functional cock between the legs of the woman that Joe knew only as `Prissy'. Some men took a little more conditioning before they would have sex with a she-male. Bryan's penis was smaller after a month of chemicals but still somewhat functional as a male organ. How long it would be functional, Bryan didn't know or care. The new Prissy didn't have any further use for such an unneeded appendage, but if Prissy's current man liked a little exotic sex, she didn't mind using it to satisfy her new lover. The month long experiment proved several things. When the new Prissy emerged like a butterfly from the androgyny modified body created by the hard exposure to Frank's chemicals, the new body was more feminine than male. And the new personality was able to live and perform as a woman. Completely naked, the very feminine-appearing new woman opened the fashionable woman's travel bag and found one of the confiscated bottles of pills, taking one of the pills. Bryan would put a little cream on Prissy's new body later when they were further down the road. There was enough cream and medicine to last the transitioning new female a little over a year. By then Prissy should be a fully functional woman with size 54 DDD-cup breasts if Bryan's body kept reacting to the chemicals at the same rate. Bryan didn't know where Prissy's new life was headed but everyone knew that a six-foot tall sexy redhead with size 54DDD boobs could go wherever she wanted. It had been a hard decision to make, to take the pills and further transform his body into a woman's body. But that one taste of being a woman in bed with a man had been enough to convince Bryan that he could never be happy living a normal heterosexual life again. After he remembered about the confiscated chemicals, it became easier to decide upon a plan for the rest of his life. By watching the intake of the chemicals, he would be able to shape his body and avoid the `bimbo' side effects. The decision to modify his body was further enhanced because he knew that Gary Franks would be looking for a man. And if Gary guessed how Bryan was able to hide, a woman could change her total appearance so much easier that it would be possible to hide in Bryan's old building without anyone recognizing her. Bryan pulled out the red thong bikini panties and slipped into them, being careful to tuck the small male appendage back between his legs. If Prissy watched how she sat and exposed herself, Joe wouldn't know it existed - until it was too late for Joe to back out. Bryan pulled a flimsy almost transparent red teddy from the travel bag and slipped into it, adjusting the front so that there was almost a little exposure of the nipples. Expertly cupping the shapely small female breasts, Bryan tweaked the nipples until their aroused state was obvious through the delicate fabric. Then Bryan found the small bottle of perfume and delicately added a small touch to each wrist. Then staring into a hand mirror at Prissy's beautiful new face, Bryan ran a brush through the long, luxurious red hair, before freshening the facial makeup. Satisfied with the way that Prissy now looked, Bryan knew that it was now time to see how far Prissy could manipulate Joe. Pulling back the curtains, Bryan rolled over and exited the small compartment, knowing that Joe would be busy staring at Prissy's exposed cheeks. The very tall, almost naked woman maneuvered into the truck's passenger seat, then adjusted her teddy as she propped her bare feet up on the dashboard, exposing a long shapely leg to Joe. She acted as if it was perfectly normal to be sitting in a truck cab wearing nothing more than some almost transparent lingerie and exposing her body to a man that she met only minutes ago. Speaking with her new modulated voice, Prissy asked "So how far are you going?"