Edward stared at the monitor as tears ran unchecked down his cheek and the immensity of his situation finally dawned on him. Unable to recall much of what had happened to him, he’d assumed the drunken binge he’d been on with a few mates had resulted in his present predicament, but as he read the e-mail on the screen he soon learned the truth.
He closed his eyes, trying his hardest to remember the exact details, in fact any details of the past few days, no make that the past few weeks. He distinctly remembered meeting his mates at the pub, and he also knew he’d had several drinks too many, but after that things were almost a complete blank until he’d been pushed out of a car wearing a blindfold and with his hands tied loosely behind his back. It had only taken him a few seconds to remove the bonds and pull the scarf from his eyes, but in that time the car had disappeared.
He blinked his eyes to adjust them to the street lights, then realised to his relief, he was standing outside his own house. Just as well since those bastard mates of his had dressed him in full drag, right down to high heeled shoes, which for some reason he couldn’t seem to pull off his feet. After several aborted attempts he decided it might be better to go inside before someone saw him looking like this. He had no idea where his keys, or anything else was for that matter, so he retrieved the spare key from it’s hiding place under the plant and let himself in.
Walking straight through to the bedroom, he examined himself in the full-length mirror. "My God," He exclaimed, "They’ve really done a job on me, I wonder who it was." He examined his reflection from the top down, instead of his own medium length fair hair, he now wore a shoulder length blonde wig, and he reached up to pull it off his head. "Oowww, damn, how the hell have they attached this thing?" He tugged again but it wouldn’t budge, "I hope the idiots haven’t glued it on, I’ll never get it off if they have."
Deciding to leave it until later, he continued his examination. His face was heavily made up, and he suspected it had been done by an expert since not only was it flawless, if very heavy, but they’d managed to make his lips appear thicker and they’d even dyed his eyebrows the same colour as the wig. The low cut red dress showed an enormous cleavage which Edward couldn’t resist stroking. "It feels so real." He said to himself, "How the hell have they done that?" He reached behind his back and after a considerable effort, succeeded in unfastening the zipper, allowing the dress to fall to the floor.
Underneath he was wearing a full length red satin corset, which was pulled in tightly to give him an impressive hour, glass figure including his huge breasts. "It’s amazing how this thing pushes my chest up, if I didn’t know different I’d swear I had boobs. Now how the hell do I get out of it?" He reached behind his back and found the laces, following them down to the base of the corset where, to his frustration, some joker had covered them with a small flap that they’d secured in position with a small padlock. "How the hell do they expect me to get this off?" He wondered out loud, "I suppose they’ll send a key round or something. Wait ‘til I get my hands on ‘em, I’ll kill ‘em."
Looking down further he saw his legs were covered in black stockings and he located the reason he’d been unable to remove the shoes. They were black stiletto heels with ankle straps, and the straps were held in place by tiny padlocks. "It’d serve the bastards right if I cut the bloody straps off." He reached down and tugged at the tight straps, they were not the soft PVC he’d expected in fact they were hard and inflexible and Edward suspected it might be more difficult than he’d thought to cut through them. He gave up on the idea for now, and wobbled his way through to the bathroom where he lowered his red satin panties and pulled out his limp cock to have a pee. "Oh SHIT," He swore as he felt the clean shaved crotch, "That’s gonna itch like hell when it grows back."
Then he headed for the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea, as he passed through the lounge room he saw the flashing message on his computer informing him he had e-mail. Absently he sat down at the keyboard and clicked on the mail server. He scrolled down the list of messages, mostly spam, until he came across one that interested him. "Ah good, here’s one from Kim, I wonder how she’s going with that idiot husband of hers?" He grinned and clicked on the message. Kim was a woman he’d been emailing for a while under the name of Mistress Lash, together they’d been gradually feminising her husband without his knowledge, she had him wearing stockings and panties regularly and was secretly feeding him female hormones. The poor bugger would soon be transformed into a woman, and there wasn’t a thing he’d be able to do about it. Edward grinned and began reading the message.
<<< Dear Mistress Lash, or should I say Edward, actually no, that’s not right either, it’s Mandy now. Yes, that’s right, the name you picked out for me, oh sorry, you’ve probably guessed by now, this isn’t Kim, it’s her, how did you phrase it, ‘Simple minded soon to be female husband’ that was it wasn’t it? Anyway, since you decided to call me Mandy, and since I won’t be needing the name, I decided you could have it. When you eventually get the corset off, you’ll find it’s tattooed on your bum, I hope you like it. >>>
Edward jumped out of the seat and pulled his panties down to see, but the corset was too long and he was unable to raise it up so somewhat more nervously, he returned to his seat and continued reading.
<<< I suppose you’re wondering how I found out about your little game? Surely you must have noticed, Kim isn’t exactly the sharpest knife in the box, anyway she uses the same password for everything, including, yes, you guessed it, the emails to you. So I’ve been reading them all along, actually I have to say, I quite enjoyed wearing the lingerie, so much so that I’m still wearing it even though I’ve thrown that silly cow out. I have to tell you it feels great, but then you know that of course, silly me.
So, where should I begin? Obviously I haven’t been taking the hormones, nor have I given her access to my bank account. That was quite a devious plan you had there and might even have worked if I hadn’t been reading all your emails. And guess what, not only does she not get one cent of my lottery winnings, but according to my lawyer, with the evidence of the emails, there’s a good chance I won’t have to pay her any alimony either, good eh? >>>
Edward’s hands began to shake as he scrolled the screen down to read on, he had no idea what to expect, but suspected he wouldn’t like it.
<<< Now let’s talk about you, would you believe I’ve spent over half a million dollars on you in the past couple of months. But then I did win twenty two million so I don’t begrudge you the money and I’ve seen some photo’s of you since they finished you and I have to say, you look great. Let’s start at the head, I don’t know if you’ve found out yet, but that is actually your own hair, it’s the latest method a sort of blending of transplanting and weaving, but it’s real enough. I understand you’ll need to have the roots touched up occasionally, but apart from that it’s natural. Oh yes, and I hope you approve of the eye shadow, I wasn’t sure about the greens and reds, but the nurses assured me you’d look great. And don’t worry, you don’t need to learn to do it yourself, it’s permanent, I understand it’s done with laser somehow, they did explain but I didn’t really get it, anyway your eyes, and your lips too, will stay that colour so I suggest you get used to it. >>>
Edward raced into the bathroom and began rubbing frantically at his lips and eyes with a washcloth, but as the email had suggested the colour remained fixed. He was terrified to return to the computer, scared of what else this madman had done to him, but he knew he’d find out sooner or later so he walked slowly back and sat down again.
<<< And I don’t know if you noticed, but they thickened your lips a little, collagen I think they said, oh yes and there’s no need to worry about shaving – anywhere – lasers again, they tell me it’s very effective. In fact I was thinking about having my face done myself, shaving can be such a pain sometimes. But enough of me, those sensational tits of yours are of course implants, though quite a bit is real, you’ve been on massive hormone dosage and it’s really given you quite a good figure already.
By the way, in case you’re thinking you’ll simply stop the hormones and have the implants removed etc and everything will return to normal, forget it. There’s one small hitch, you are the proud possessor of a revolutionary gadget, secreted inside you of course, which is filled with hormones and will release a measured dosage of them over the next 12 months, by which time I’m assured you’ll be too far gone to change back naturally. Sorry pal, looks like I have you there. Now, have I forgotten anything? Oh yes, in case you haven’t noticed I’ve had all your male clothes thrown out but being a generous type, I’ve left $5000 in your bedside table so you can go out and buy yourself a few outfits. They tell me you’re tits are 38dd and you wear a size 12, though I’m reliably informed that will change as the hormones kick in so I wouldn’t spend all the money right away. Oh yes, the fingernails are all your own work, well you have had a month to grow them. Ooops I didn’t tell you that part did I, you’ve been asleep for just over a month now, they kept you sedated throughout the whole procedure, that’s probably why you’re feeling a little weak, you’ll recover. >>>
"A MONTH, shit what about my job." Edward swore, then looking down at his body he realised he would never be returning to his job, nor for that matter any other part of his old life.
<<< There is one final thing, your cock, I considered having them cut it off, but decided that was a bit final, though apparently with the hormones it’s now quite useless to you, well perhaps you can save up and have the operation yourself. And maybe next time you’ll think twice before trying to interfere in someone else’s life.
Yours Ian.
P.S. I told Kim about what I’d done and gave her your address, so you might be hearing from her soon, perhaps she’ll get her wish after all. See you. >>>
Edward stared at the monitor as tears ran unchecked down his cheek and the immensity of his situation finally dawned on him………
THE END
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