Charlestail

by Peter Joseph

 

I slumped on the sand

I saw the waves break and run up the beach, up between my toes and into my new isthmus.

The water was not cold, it had no shock value. But I was in total elliptical shock

In a short skirt, polo top, the successive waves wet my nakedness.

There was less to wet and there was less of a shudder, the sensitive pods were not there, and my tears were renewed.

Desolate and Inconsolable, I am a dead thing!

My mind arced back, to the internet pop-up adverts: "Adventure in South East Asia, for Graduates, who care, who love mixing, broad-minded and can handle change. Great Income"

I was interested, a few buttons pressed, a modicum of information, they sorted me out.

I was flying Business Class to Kuala Lumpur.

Sylvia gave a wonderful warm greeting at KLIA, then the drive to the "Transformation House" on the Malacca Straits.

It started up interestingly: Gym each day per Tenang, feisty little thing!

Took me three days to bed her: Bucked beautifully and well worth the wait!

Had her each night after that, she just seemed to encore the next night, the next and each other.

Did not get to Sylvia! Wanted to, but did not really get the chance.

But I cracked Tam very easily. She was all come hither, fixed her the first day before the evening meal and then every day at least before lunch, and sometimes again.

Great squirmisher, lots of fun, easy entry but worth the encore. It all seemed to easy and the training in all its aspects was interesting.

Rigorous exercise, heavy computer learning; Reading blogs of traveler; background investigation; and a couple of rolls each day: Wonderful life!

Like a babe led to the slaughter, did not have a clue about all that formulary pumped into me. Had no idea of what they were doing.

It was hard waking this morn. I knew I was in strife. I always sleep with my hand on the artillery. Even asleep, I knew it was all wrong. Massive changes down there.

I should have realized something was fishy. I had met Prue. She was so underdone, false and strained

I was a fool not to realize something was going on.

Then Tam, waking me this morning. She was high on mocking:.

"Join the Hunted Charlene!"

"You will learn to couch from the bottom now honey!"

"You have a snatch now Charlene. To those who gave, more will be given!"

"I am just having fun Charlene. You were good with me. Loved the joust! Your lot now! Big change honey, you wont go in brandishing a big dick. You are the hunted now Charlene. I am really gong to enjoy this honey, but I will help you. Believe me, I am on your side."

I lay there stunned. It must have been there forever!

Tenang did not give me a hard time. But I knew I was paying the price for my ease of entry.

"You have to wear proper clothes Honey, here is a cute little skirt" she said.

I could feel the heat of embarrassment radiate from my head burning the paint off the walls.

Sylvia gave me the talk. Apologies for what had happened. She told me that all the warnings had been in the induction. There was nothing false about the offer. I had failed to read the fine print carefully"

She let me know that they would be faithful to their side of the contract - when my tour of duty was done, I would be well paid, restored and sent home.

She let me know with no uncertainty that I was expected to be faithful for my side, and dire would be the results if I failed.

Tenang took me for an exercise session. My outfit was different, and she seemed indifferent to the changes that had occurred.

When we were done, I told her, I held her to have responsibility.

She said "Sorry Charlene. This is the way of life. I was there when you needed me. I gave you my best. I will continue to support you, but suggest you accept that a different reality has dawned."

This was not too consoling. I remember walking down to the beach, wearing the polo top and the short-ish dress.

I felt very very strange. I saw people look at me. One guy said "cute arse, no tit. You'll get better" and he laughed at me as he walked on. Like he knew what was going on.

Walking down to the beach, I had never in my life felt more strange. My acute awareness was of absence. There was nothing there!

I had no awareness of anything between my legs. I realized that this had always been the constant awareness. Now there was nothing.

As I guy, you sort of 'walked behind our prick' – that demanding little member, that was always there, every waking hour.

You check it in your sleep, you touch when you awake. Now my awareness was of absence!

I reached down, nothing there. I began to sob.

It was so strange to feel my legs rubbing together as I walked, and the skirt flipping against the body.

Did I have a nice arse – I reached around and felt it, it was softer than before. I looked at my arms. I did not have the same hair.

I remember that I had not shaved since I arrived. Sylvia warned me it would happen, saying the humidity would do it, the heat, the change. But I am sure that Formulary had done something, that stuff I had to drink a pile of five times a day.

I thought of everything that had happened. I know I had been a sucker. It was no use going over that, I was snookered. There was no way out, I had to wear it and go on. But I felt like I had been violated very badly.

I did not feel incentive to live. I wished that I was dead

Sylvia was not condescending. She expressed intent of being supportive, but it was remote.

Tenang tried to be fair, while Tam was ribbing and rubbing it in.

Both Tam and Tenang knew I had used them and maybe they felt the justice of what had happened to me.

I am sure Sylvia also knew I had been fucking the two of them, and I saw this reflected in the remoteness of her support.

Sylvia had offered me a bra, and a prosthesis so I might not look so silly

I had given her a forlorn look and turned away.

Tam enjoyed making me dress n the leotard of the exercises: showing everything that was not down there or up top.

"Be warned, you will need the bra later Charlene. You should learn to walk with weight on your chest' said Sylvia, perhaps enjoying this little twist of the knife too much.

The soreness I felt each night, was not from the exercises, it was the changes taking place. And the exercises too, they were funny, not strength but stretch and contorting the body. Probably set to assist the changes that were occurring.

I felt like walking into the water and out into the murky depths. I was scared shitless by the future.

"You are going to be fantastic in Bed" Tam had said. You always were a "Bedding Man, now you will be a Bedding Woman. Just at the other end of that thing, not much difference really Charlene".

She did make me feel better and that was what she was trying to do. I felt like fucking her on the spot, and started to weep when I realized I could no longer do it."

"Get out and let them in Charlene." Tam had said. "I have been fucked silly too Charlene. I took my turn. Now it is yours. See if others can be as clever with their dicks as you were with yours" with that, she turned and giggled as she walked off

I lay down in the shallows. I watched the wave break and then run up the beach, between my legs and across the isthmus.

Occasionally a wave would come up to my head. I would hold my breath and pretend that it was my last. Then it would subside and I would be left with the wet clothes clinging to my body,

I lay there for such time as to allow the tide to go out. Waves no longer visited me, and I felt the warmth of the sun go and I knew night was the next.

In defiance, I took my polo shirt off, I took my skirt off, and I walked back wearing only my undies.

No one was about, but maybe I would not have cared if I walked through a crowd.

I walked up the beach over the sand, on to the grass and then up to the woman's house that was to be my home.

Sylvia was standing on the veranda, waiting for me.

"I know you are distressed Charlene. Life has to continue. You are expected to dress for dinner, and we do not really espouse dress that lacks decorum.

You should not have come from the beach looking like that.

"Oh, so your sense of decorum is offended. Apologies;" I looked down at myself, and wondered of the meaning of decorum.

Tam was there, with my spa bath ready.

She and Tenang joined me in the spa with me, champing to do my nails and hair.

"Maybe we are being a bit naughty being bare breasted Charlene" said Tam.

"I hope it is not disturbing you. But you have seen us both before. Your time to be a big girl is coming soon. I understand you will be even bigger than us. You European girls always have big tits" she said with a friendly laugh.

"Sorry for teasing. There is no excuse for being mean. You are going through enough and we want to help you."

"We all went through it" said Tenang: "the first day is the hardest. The first fuck is also tough, but then you batten down and see it is your lot. Actually you come to enjoy them, it is all life and it is not unpleasant – except for the male juice leaking out and running down your leg.

Beyond the spa, they had the dress ready for me.

"No bra, I have no tits. No make up, I am not a woman,' such was the extent of my communicability.

I managed to shuffle out for the meal; I did not want to be there. Felt silly. I knew I was inconsistent, nails all done and the hair; but I was not in the mood to be the life of the party.

We had the meal. Silvia gave some ideas of what was to be happening next. I took the formulary, which thankfully knocked me out for a decent sleep.

My next thought was feeling what was not there, when I awoke the next morning.

Tam was there to wake me. Again with the gentle shake to the shoulder.

She had laid out a business suit for the special training and deportment session.

I declined the bra and prosthesis, but did accept a tad of make up, for, as she said it was part of the training.

Sylvia was beaming as I came down for breakfast.

"That touch of colour makes such a difference Charlene. I am warming to you, my dear."

I had a session on the organization and then pointers on how to walk, sit down, stand up, and eat.

There were sessions on make up and I painted and cleaned off repeatedly until Sylvia thought I had it right.

Next I was on to the computer with Tam. She got into specifics of clients I would have.

She was not too teasing of me, but did not conceal that I would be 'servicing' these men.

I told her that I found this absolutely abhorrent and would feel nothing short of homosexual.

She told me that that was her horror too. Her pain had involved the accusations she mad of her self being transvestite and homosexual. But she assured me that I would adjust to the change world.

She told me that on first meeting she know I was going to fuck her. She was resigned to it and ready to oblige. Give him an outing. His world is to change.

She said that she and Tenang had discussed how I went about it and with Sylvia had planned that I had some very heavy days.

She told me that, they checked my endurance, providing me multiple occasions. They said I scored well and that the three of them had laughed their heads off talking about how I had rather limply gone into the final game of the final set.

The exercises continued to be exhaustive and Tam showed me how the various exercises were designed to free up and stretch critical joints and places were gender programming messages were issued.

For the next few days I would jog in the late afternoon, sometimes with Tenang and sometime with Tam who were obviously intent on giving me all round support.

'Your arse is coming along well' said Sylvia, when we returned that day.

It is graduation day for you tomorrow Charlene, we have an entry day for you. A wealthy Chinese gentleman is coming down to see you tomorrow morning.

I felt the colour splatter across my face, and all I could hear was my crescendoing voice "no no No NO NO NO"

Tenang grasped one of my hands and Tam the other. "It has to happen sometime darling!" said Sylvia as she kissed me on the forehead.

"He will come in early Charlene. Actually he will be here in the early morning. I will bring him to your room."

"Later in the day, we have a girl coming in, for repatriation. She will take you through the routines so you know what will happen next week.

"But no one will want me as I am," I said, "with my hands on my flat chest'

"To the contrary" said Sylvia "You are the ones they really want. Better than fucking a virgin they say, being first through the portal of a morphed! They pay big money for it, Charlene, and you get half."

Very quietly I said "no, no no I don't want this to happen!"

"Come on dear, lets get you in the spa and ready for dinner. Perhaps you might wear a bra tonight Charlene. It is all coming together, dear."

"No no no" I said, and they knew I meant it.

Sylvia tapped lightly on the door in the early hours of the next morning.

"This is Mr Hujar" she said, as she ushered in this fat man wearing a dressing gown.

They came over to my bed, and I still wearing my make up was there shrilly terrified as he came over to and pulled back the covers to slide into bed beside me.

"Bye dear," said Sylvia as she went out leaving the night light on.

Mr Hujar, pulled back the cover to look at my soft flat chest.

Over very soft, he said reaching to and fondling what was not there.

I lay there frozen stiff, as his expert hands covered me, probed and intruded in me.

Very nice he said, as his hands fiddled on my fury parts, feeling the wetness I was unable to hold at bay.

"Oh I love you change girls. You are so sweet, soft chest, no titties," having said this he rolled over and thumped his big dick into me. I just lay there eyes wide open.

"You like" he said

And he thumped again

I head this sound come past me, a big Gsumpish sound. Air rushed out of me, and I realized it had come from me

Beads of sweat were appearing everywhere.

He looked down on me, and with a smile thumped me again.

Again I emitted the Gsump sound. And I stared intently at him, my jaw down, my lips pursed.

"You like a little fuckie, Charles" he said and thumped me again, and again and again and again.

I was screaming from the mouth and hot air exploding out my ear.

He stopped and looked down on me just as waves were crashing all over my body, causing me to scream and hold on to him.

"You good fucker" he said, and piston drove me relentlessly, until sweat was pouring down his face and I heard him scream out as the cream shot into me, up his shaft and out on to my stomach.

I held on to that sweaty head until the last bucket was emptied.

He lay there panting for a time, and then got up.

'You good fucking boy, good fucking woman" then he laughed as he put on his dressing gown and walked out of the room.

Tenang and Tam wee quickly into the room to attend me.

Tam was smiling "you good fucker" she said imitating the fat man

Tenang put her arms around me and pulled me off the wet patch in my bed.

She put a towel around my wet crotch, and dragged the sheets off the bed. "Mop that man's mess up Tam, I'll flush this girl out in the shower and help her ready for the new day.

"you have become a girl, now you have become a woman Charlene."

"Does it hurt dear"

"Not really, except my pride, my self-identify, my everything"

"Did you enjoy it Charlene"

"I am here, I survived, that man put the torch to me, I am fire over my whole body, he's an arsonist

I put my hand on my crotch and pressed. "I am so hot down there Tenang. I can't cool down."

"Remember they are mating parts Charlene. You set me on fire too, several times. We all have to live with it until our time is done

She helped me out of the shower, to dry off. She did my hair, and slipped a gown over me.

I found myself sobbing a little as I came out to see Tam, who had just finished making my bed

They put me to bed, and one sat either side, humming until I was asleep. It did not take long, because I was emotionally exhausted

I dreamed that I was fucking Tenang, relentlessly and repeatedly and awoke with the hope that it was all over. But I checked, and it was not. Instead, I was my parts were still hot and leaking the deposit my unwelcome visitor had made.

Tam came in. She set out full length dress, looked at me and said

"Wear a bra today Charlene. You are a fully fucked woman now."

I shake my head and begin to cry.

She dresses me and takes me out to where Sylvia and Tenang were waiting

"Good Girls" said Sylvia. "he wants to come back tomorrow, same time. You must be doing something right Charlene. I was fearful you would buck him off. You did not do that!!"

The day was spent teaching me the routines. It was spent in rigorous exercise, and I leaned more of the customers I was to service.

It was a day spent in trepidation for I was not looking forward to that sweaty man thumping into me again.

The formulary knocked me out again, but I heard the gentle tap as Sylvia ushered him to my room just after midnight.

He was more aggressive, spent time looking at me as he fucked hard. Again my eyes bulged perilously and he was looking intently at me as he blew his load. He was u with the dressing gown on, winked at me. "you a good fuck. Better than before. A Good fuckin European man woman" he said as he laughed his way out the door.

After a time, lying in a sea of his slosh, Sylvia came in with a formulary.

"Drink this dear. It will put you out. It will finish the training."

I went out quickly and I went out quickly.

I slept very heavily. And again it was Tam's gentle shaking that caused me to wake.

She had a lovely smile on her face: "you will wear a bra today dear. It is your day to travel. You leave us today Charlene."

I got up, feeling the new weight on my chest. I was part way through the shower, before the change fully dawned on me. I resented this appendage, I resented not having my chest.

Sylvia joined Tam and together the dressed me in my going away outfit.

My weighted chest was hoisted, and I was made up and they had me to the car and the trip to the airport

I was flushed blushing to see all the people. For them to see me, dressed as I was. My breasts were bobbing, and I could not stop it. I stopped and stood still. I notice people were looking. I blushed again.

"This is horrible" I hiss to Sylvia.

'Nothing, you are okay" she said. Just keep walking, you draw attention to yourself. They look because you are a knock out. It is not because they know something."

I resumed walking, but they did jiggling, "it must be the way I walk" I hissed.

"Forget it, said Sylvia "you just have big tits and you are a knock out woman."

"I blush and begin to run, to stop the jiggling. But it gets worse. But I get to the departure lounge and sit there, blushing, exhausted and embarrassed until Sylvia came up.

She of course was smiling and continued to smile until I went fearfully, terrified through the doorway to board the plane.

  

  

  

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