Half Way There

by Jennifer White

 

I woke up in a strange bed. Where was I? What was going on? My head felt heavy, as if I had been drinking a lot the night before. I strained to recall what had gone on, and why I was here.

I looked at my surroundings in more detail, as the fuzziness in my head prevented me from recalling the past night's events. I was definitely inside a chick's room! The bed was queen sized, white, with a lace canopy at the top. The pillows had lacy shams on them, while the off-pink sheets felt like silk. The quilt on the top looked to be hand-stitched, with a pink and muted green pattern.

The night stands both had vases with fresh cut flowers; pink carnations, almost perfectly matching the color of the sheets. The door to the closet was open, and I could make out hanging dresses, skirts, and frilly things off all description. The bottom of the closet was an ocean of women's shoes, every possible kind and color it seemed!

The walls of the room were also pink, with a border at the top of pink roses and green vines. Almost as if the woman who decorated the room had gone to the trouble of matching the quilt and the wall decorations. Wow. The curtains were made of lace too, and the whole room smelled of soft sweet perfume.

I looked at the teddy bears on the dresser, framed pictures of flowers and of kittens. All sorts of things, all in the most girlish style possible it seemed. Somehow, the entire room made me want to run out, and run away. Why would I be sleeping in a bed like this?

I could vaguely remember something now. A redhead. She was really hot, and we had met at a bar. We drank together, and then she even got me to get on the dance floor with her! Had I gone home with her? What was her name? I could barely recall... it was... Vicki. Vicki! She was something else.

But I couldn't remember going home with her. Was this her pace? She had been dressed in very sexy clothes. She was very feminine in her mannerisms, her walk, and everything. It might make sense that she had a room like this too. But the big question was: had I scored with her? I sure hoped so!

I felt somewhat less groggy now, although I was somewhat queasy inside. I pulled back the covers, so I could get out of bed. But as soon as the covers were off; I almost screamed at what I saw.

I was wearing lingerie.

My legs were exposed, and they looked completely smooth; not one hair on them. My arms were hairless and smooth too, but that wasn't as shocking as the other things I saw.

I had on a pair of tight cotton panties. Pink of course, with a lacy design. They were cut so high on the legs! Why wasn't I wearing my boxers? Why was I wearing Vicki's panties? But even that wasn't the worst part.

You see, there was my chest. I had on a corset, and it was laced to tight that I had difficulty taking deep breaths. In fact, with this rush of excitement, I felt like I was gasping for breath, and I could faint at any moment.

The corset was white with pink stripes, which down to just above my hips where it ended. The cups had a lacy pattern, with pink frilly trimming on the edge. But what was most alarming was the fact that the cups were full. There on my chest, it appeared that I had two gentle mounds! Like a young girl, filling our her first real bra, I had the beginnings of breasts on my chest!

My hands reached up to feel the mounds. I thought the had to be fake. I couldn't have boobs! But my hands told me the awful truth; they were real.

My hands! All the dark hair on the back of them was gone too. But my fingernails were long! And painted a muted pink color! Just like... my toenails! They were painted too! This couldn't be happening! This had to be a dream. I tried to wake up, but I couldn't. I pinched myself, and felt the pain. I tried to hold my breath, until out of reflex I inhaled again (sort little pants too, because of the tight corset). This wasn't a nightmare, this was real. Somehow, I was being feminized.

I stood up, and rushed over to the mirror. I saw my own face, but I wanted to cry. I had long hair now, coming down almost to my shoulders. It was so full and so pretty, full of curls. How could this by my hair? I ran my fingers through it, to prove that it wasn't just a wig. No. It too was real.

My skin looked so soft and smooth. My eyebrows were gently plucked to form two thin lines. My ears were pierced, and I was wearing a pair of diamond studs. I almost looked pretty. I just could not believe it. I had to reach down between my legs to feel that I was still a man.

Just barely.

You see, I still had all the right gear down there, but it felt so soft and limp. I guessed that seeing myself made up to look so much like a girl, that must have made my manhood feel pretty awful. That must have been why it was so limp and soft, I decided.

 

And so; how did I get to be like this? After I left the bar with Vicki, what happened? Did we make it to her house before I passed out? Had we done anything? And how could I have woken up the next day like this? Judging from my hair and my nails, it would have to be months that I was here.

I looked out the window a bit, being careful not to let anyone on the outside get a glimpse of me. I couldn't let anyone see me like this! If someone saw me looking like a woman, then my life would be ruined! I had to keep myself hidden as I took a quick glance. I had a sinking feeling when I saw the snow on the ground. I had been here for months. Why couldn't I remember any of it? What was happening to me?

Now I heard a sound that gave me the worst sinking feeling in the entire world.

"Well look who's up!" said Vicki. "How are you doing, Erica?"

I don't know what was worse; having this absolutely gorgeous woman see me dressed up like this, the fact that she had just called me by a girl's name, or the fact that somehow, I knew she was talking to me! Somehow, I knew that my name was Erica. That wasn't right! My name was.... um.... I struggled, but I couldn't remember my real name, which was perhaps the scariest thing in all the world. All I could remember was.... Erica.

"I feel strange" I said, truthfully. I sure did! Between being dressed up like a girl, finding strange mounds on my chest, the long nails, the long hair, the nail polish, the pierced ears, the panties, the corset.... I felt very unsure of anything. I was confused, and I felt very strange.

"What's happening to me?" I said.

Vicki came over and took me by the hand.

"You're not supposed to be up yet, Erica" she said. "You just woke up early, in the middle of your transformation."

"Transformation?" I asked.

Vicki just smiled. She went to the dresser, and she opened up a pill dispense there. She took out several pills, then brought them to me, and put them in my hand. She took a glass of water from the night stand, and handed it to me as well.

"Take your pills, Erica" she said in a firm voice.

I put the pills in my mouth, and washed them down with water. I almost jumped. Why had I done that?

"What were those?" I said, shocked that I had just obeyed her order so quickly and without any thought.

"A few little helpers for your transformation, sweetie. Some powerful female hormones. Some testosterone blockers to prevent those bad male hormones from working on you anymore. Things like that."

"But why?" I said, at a total loss.

"Little girls are always very curious" she said. "You're supposed to be sleeping, princess. But as long as you're up, lets test your progress."

I didn't like being called 'princess', and I certainly didn't like how she ignored my question! For a moment, I felt mad at her. But how could I be mad? She was so perfect, in every way? I... I realized that I wanted to be just like her.

No I didn't! Why had I thought that? I was so scared that I could even have thoughts like that in my head. I didn't want to be like her! I was a man! I didn't want to be a woman! And she was the one forcing me to become one. How could I worship her so much? Why did I have to love he with all my heart?

"All right Erica. Now lets test some of your new skills. Go to your vanity, and put on your makeup. You feel almost naked without makeup on, don't you?"

"Yes" I said, although I kicked myself on the inside for allowing myself to feel that! Why couldn't I have just lied to her? And why was I walking over to the vanity? I was amazed as I picked up a compact, and began to apply the powder to my face. Somehow, I knew ow to put on makeup!

It was like I was on autopilot, as I expertly made up my face. I did my eyes, my cheeks, and my lips. When I was done, and I was in full makeup, I sprayed just a hint of perfume onto the nape of my neck. I looked so pretty now. So alluring and attractive.

"How can I possibly know how to do this?" I said, as I stared at my pretty face in amazement.

"You've been under a constant state of hypnosis" said Vicki. "Your mind has been bombarded with all sorts of feminine thoughts and feelings. I have switched off much of the 'male' parts within you, and replaced them with their female counterparts. You'll find that in many ways, you already think of yourself as a woman.

You've been staring at the TV, unable to look away, as video after video has played. Your mind is full of instructions on how to arrange flowers, put together a fashionable outfit, and yes, how to apply makeup. Much of your mind is functioning just like that of a woman. Soon, the rest of your mind will the same. You're being slowly altered, until you are totally and complete a woman, even in your own mind."

I felt such a swell of emotions, that I wanted to cry. I had to use all my strength to keep myself together. She was turning me into a woman! Even this emotional reaction was so feminine. I was terrified. And I didn't know what to do.

"Now it is time to fix your hair Erica. It is a mess from you sleeping so much. Make your hair look pretty, princess. Show me how well you can do it."

Now, just as with the makeup, I watched in amazement as I continued to work on my hair, putting it into place just so, making it look prettier and prettier. I was so frustrated that I was doing whatever she told me! And terrified that every moment I was looking more and more like a real woman. And the most chilling: the inner feelings I sensed. A satisfaction at seeing myself looking so hot and so cute.

"Your obedience is coming along nicely" said Vicki. "You're doing everything I ask you. But tell me the truth Erica; you're still not wanting to do what I ask, are you?"

"No" I said, truthfully. "I don't want to be doing this to myself! But I can't help it."

"That's right" she said. "You'll never be able to disobey me. And right now, part of your mind still wants to resist my commands. But in time, as your conditioning continues, when I ask you to do something, you will want to do it, even more than you'll want to take your next breath. You will live to serve me. My wishes will be your desires."

I was in a total panic now. I had to get away from her! If I stayed here, I'd end up becoming a woman. I'd end up as her total slave. I had to make an excuse, then make a break for it. I looked around, to see if I could climb out the window. But then Vicki gave me another order, and I felt my thoughts ripped away from what I wanted, as my mind refocused on what she wanted.

"Erica, my little kitten, go put on your high heels."

I went to the closet, took out a pair of heels, and put them on my feet. I felt so pretty with them on, with the pointy toes, the thin heels, the pretty straps and all.

"Now Erica," said Vicki, "We will reinforce some of your training. Repeat after me."

I looked at her, attentively, unable to even look away.

"I am a girl" she said.

"I am a girl" I repeated, out loud. I tried with all my heart not to say it, but the words came out of my mouth anyway. I felt so much in her control! I couldn't even stop myself from saying I was a girl. I felt so crushed inside.

"I am a girl, and my name is Erica" she said.

"I am a girl, and my name is Erica" I said, again, feeling terrible that I had used my female name when referring to myself like that.

"Very good princess!" she said. "Now repeat what I say, but I command you to feel it too. When you tell me the words, I am ordering you to really want it too. Do you understand?"

"Yes" I said, feeling even move helpless. This was going to be bad.

"I wish I had d-cups" she said.

My mind was screaming not to say it. As soon as I said it, her command was for me to really want it. I couldn't say that! I'd not only be admitting that I wanted big boobs, but when I said it, I'd follow her command and want them with all my heart. boobs. Big ones. On me.

I would look so pretty with big boobs. I'd feel so much more feminine. I'd be more like Vicki! Oh how much I wanted to have big boobs. D-cups, at least.

"I wish that I had d-cups" I said out loud, amazed that I was so stupid as to never notice it before. I felt my little chest. I was so flat, so inadequate. "I can't wait until my boobs are big, like yours" I said.

"Don't worry honey, soon, they will be" said Vicki, in a comforting tone of voice. I smiled. Her voice filled me with hope and confidence. Some day, I would have nice boobs, just like her. I felt an inner glow at the thought.

"Now repeat after me" said Vicki. "I want to be pretty."

The warmth that was filling me suddenly drained, as I realized exactly what I had been thinking. How could thoughts of wanting boobs be in my mind? This was so wrong! And now I was going to have to say that I wanted to be pretty? I didn't want that! I'd look even more like a girl if my face was pretty.

I'd have wide alluring eyes, a cute little nose, pouty lips, and long beautiful hair. My skin would be so creamy and soft, my eyebrows would be plucked thin. I'd wear a blouse that showed off my cleavage. I'd have curves. I'd be pretty! How wonderful I'd feel when I was pretty. Once I was pretty, and I had nice large boobs, I could wear all sorts of skirts and dresses. With my long smooth legs, I'd be so attractive.

"I want to be pretty" I said, my voice soft and dreamy.

"Soon," said Vicki, "You will be."

Again, her comforting words make me feel like I was floating on air. I was going to be pretty.

 

"I enjoy wearing pretty clothes" said Vicki.

I though about the skirts I was going to wear, the pretty things I had on now, how it all complimented my makeup, and my pretty face. How exciting to wear skirts! How wonderful to have high heels on my feet! My mind whirled as I thought of blouses, tight jeans to show off my curves, pretty lacy things, panties, blouses and more.

"I enjoy wearing pretty clothes" I said, as I smiled. Vicki smiled back at me.

"I just love being a woman" she said.

I thought again about my pretty clothes. I thought about my small (but growing) bust. I thought about my pretty face, my makeup, my long painted nails, my jewelry, and everything. It all made me feel so wonderful.

"I just love being a woman" I said, meaning it from the bottom of my heart. I wanted to be just like Vicki. The more I was like her, the better I felt. Feeling like a woman made me feel good. In my heart, I knew that I was a woman.

 

"Now lets test you feminine grace" she said.

She had me sit, stand, walk and move. I admired myself in the mirror, as I noted that I moved like a cat, with soft steps, flowing graceful movements like a ballerina, and even the exciting way I crossed my legs when I sat.

"Very good Erica" she said.

"Thank you" I replied, proudly.

Now Vicki had me sit down. She attached wires to my wrist, as she explained that she was going to monitor my pulse for the next test.

Now she took out her computer, and brought up a picture.

"She's pretty" I said, as I looked at the image of a naked woman. She had such large full breasts, and I couldn't wait until mine were like hers! She had shaved her pubic hair into a perfect rectangle. I wanted to do that myself. She was touching herself between the legs, her eyes were closed as she felt overwhelming pleasure. I wanted to feel that too! I wished I could be her. Just as I wished that I could be Vicki.

"Do you feel any attraction to her?" asked Vicki.

"I wish I had her boobs" I replied. "And I love her hair. Can you teach me now to make mine look like that?"

"Of course, princess" she replied.

Now Vicki advanced the computer to the next picture. It was another naked woman. Again, she asked me what I thought of her, and I told her how I admired her makeup and her nails. Then she showed me a picture of two women kissing each other. I felt kind of strange looking at that. It was sort of fascinating, but it wasn't what I'd call "exciting".

But then she showed me a picture that got my pulse racing. It showed a hunk, with his shirt open, exposing his chest that was glistening with sweat from working. I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

"So, what do you think?" asked Vicki.

"Yummy" I replied.

Then she showed another, with the same man, but with all his clothes removed! I was overwhelmed with a rush of desire. I wanted to throw myself at him, hug him and kiss him. I wanted to please him, and to let him have his way with me. I wanted to have his babies. I licked my lips as I stared at him.

"There is no doubt about it Erica" said Vicki, "You already have formed full feminine desires. You already feel the need for a man. You already crave dick. Tell me; do you feel a desire to let him put his dick into your pussy?"

"Oh yes" I said, thinking how wonderful it would feel. I'd feel the bliss like the woman who was touching herself, but much better. With me laying in his strong arms, I'd feel so good...

But then I felt very upset. I touched myself between my legs, and felt the hard thing down there.

"But I don't have a pussy" I said.

"Soon you will my darling. Soon you will" said Vicki. That calmed me and made me feel better, but I was still upset. How could I be a woman, if I didn't have a pussy? I didn't have a pussy... because... because... oh no! Because I wasn't a woman. I was a man!

I felt the ultimate dread, as it dawned on me that somehow my mind had been switched off for the past few minutes, and I had been thinking as if I was a woman. Somehow, Vicki had created a female persona within my mind, and she had taken over for a while! I had to fight her off, to keep control of myself. I was a man! I couldn't let a woman take over my mind!

I had to get out of there. Now. Even if it mean letting people see me like this. I couldn't let her do anything else to me. My body was already as much female as male. And now, she was altering my mind! I was going to rush out the door, and take my chances. I stood up (gracefully I might add), and got ready to dash, high heels and all.

"Erica, stop!" said Vicki in an authoritarian tone. Against my will, I just froze on place. My legs felt like lead. I couldn't move! I was completely helpless now.

"Erica, what were you thinking?"

I tried not to tell her, but the words formed in my mouth any way.

"I was going to run away, before you completely feminize me."

"Oh no you won't" she said. "Tisk, tisk. Not after all I've invested in you Erica. You are going to become a woman, whether you want to or not."

She ordered me to remove my clothing, which I did, against my will. Soon, I was back down to just lingerie. Then she ordered me back into the bed, and I could not help but to obey her. Then she glass of a thick dark liquid that smelled funny.

"If you drink this" she said, "Even in a small amount, you will go back into your trance. Permanently. Next time you wake up, your male personal will be completely removed, leaving only your new female self."

I wanted to throw away the glass. I couldn't drink that! I watched in terror as Vicki loomed over me. She smiled, and opened up a drawer in the night stand. She removed her skirt, then reached into the drawer to pull something out. It was a dildo, shaped exactly like a penis. My pulse quickened, although my mind was revolted a the sight.

Vicki took the realistic dildo, and dipped it into the cup. When she pulled it out, it was completely coated with the thick dark liquid.

"One way or the other, you are going to have your medicine" she said. "Now what is your choice Erica? Of your own free will, you can drink, knowing that you are killing what remains of your male self. Or I can do it for you. With this."

She waved the dildo in my face, menacingly.

"Do you want to turn yourself into a woman? Or do you want to suck dick for the first time, and have me do it for you?"

I didn't want to do either. I wanted to get out of there, but I could not. Vicki got on top of the bed and straddled me now. She was attaching a leather harness around her waist, with straps going over her legs. She took the dildo, and fastened it to the front. A strap-on. She held the fake penis out to me, so it was just inches from my face.

"What is your choice Erica? Drink it on your own, or do I have to put this into you myself?"

 

What could I do? I didn't want to lose myself and become a woman! I couldn't let her put that thing in my mouth. But I couldn't drink the stuff myself, and by my own hand give in to her. I froze, not knowing what to do.

"I see you have made your choice" said Vicki. "I will make this easy on you, Erica. Repeat after me."

I knew I was in trouble now.

"I am a woman" she said.

I wasn't a woman! I was a man! She wanted me to say it, but I wasn't going to. I wasn't going to let her do this to me, and make me say I was a woman, just because I was all dressed up in frilly things, and I had nice boobs on my chest. boobs that were going to fill out, until I needed a d-cup bra. I'd looks so pretty, once I was nice and busty.

How pretty my blouse would look, once my chest was full. I'd have so many options on how I could dress up to make myself look pretty. I had such nice long hair. Maybe I should get it curled? Then I'd look fantastic in a little black dress, with dark pantyhose on, and nylons wrapping my long soft legs. What a pretty woman I was. Yes, a woman!

"I am a woman" I said, licking my lips.

"Now tell me how much you want to make love with a man, Erica" said Vicki.

A man! The thought made my heart race. I'd go out dancing and flirt, until some tall handsome man caught my eye. I'd let him flirt with me, and buy me drinks. I'd play hard to get, and make him pursue me before I'd give in. Unless he was really hot. Then I might just let him have his way with me on the first date.

I'd unzip his pants, and touch his penis to make him get all hard. Then he'd put it into my wet pussy, and make me come again and again. I could just feel it. I tingled with anticipation. I looked at the strap-on between Vicki's legs. Just the shape, size, and color of a nice big penis. I wanted it!

"I want a man so much" I said. "But you being all hard like that, is making me want you!"

"Go ahead Erica" she said. "Suck my dick."

"Mmmm" I replied, smiling.

I put my mouth around it as she pressed it towards me. I took in as much of it as I could. There was a strange flavor to it though, and I suddenly found myself feeling all dizzy. The room was growing dark, and could no longer keep my head up. A wonderful pleasure started to fill me, down to my very soul. And then I started to hear a woman's voice.

"You are a woman. You are Erica" it said. "You are a woman, and you must obey Vicki. You want to be just like her. You are a woman, and you are Erica. You have always been female. You were born as a girl. Everything you remember about being a boy was from a movie you saw. Your whole life has been female."

I couldn't think; the words were filling my head. I felt my mouth moving along with the words, as if I was speaking them, all on my own. In fact, I was speaking them. The sound I was hearing must have been my own voice. I kept rambling on and talking.

"I am Erica" I said. "I am a woman. I have always been a woman. I was born a girl. I wish I had d-cups. I like wearing skirts. I want to date a man. I want to feel his penis up inside my pussy. I feel naked without makeup on. I am Erica. I live to serve Mistress Vicki. I wish I was just like her....."

  

  

  

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