Introduction - This was the second TG fic I had ever written. I found it the other day as I was sorting my disks and thought it deserved to be posted with the rest of my work. This is a warning: This is a dark fic ... horror/fetish related. If this is not your cup of tea, don't say I didn't warn you.

 

The Haunted House

by Heather Sinclair

 

Welcome to my nightmare. I’m 6’2, short dark hair, 235 pounds and I’m also a transvestite. I know there are a lot of people like me out there. Wanting to look better. Wanting to pass in public. Wanting to be, if only for a day, a beautiful, sexy, drop dead girl. I’m not picky. I could be a blonde, redhead, brunette. Large breasted, small. Tall or short. But a girl is what I’ve always wanted. I have spent time praying that God had just played a trick on me by making me a fat hairy guy. I just wanted him to change me back. I don’t have any friends. I don’t have any family who cares. God didn’t listen. I’m still me.

I still dress in private, making myself up as best as I can. I love high heels. I love silky underthings. I would love to be the sex slave of many men or women. To succumb to their every desire no matter how strange. Well one day I got my wish.

After a long and very stressful week at work I came home to start my two week vacation. I packed all of my feminine attire and a few 'man things' and went to the airport. I was going to Houston. I had never been before and was looking forward to unwinding. I had arranged for a private house for the stay.

The flight was boring and uneventful. After landing I immediately rented a car and drove west of town. Arriving at the house I was surprised to find it a little spooky. It was a five bedroom house, nothing strange. It was painted black. Okay, just a little strange. I pulled a key from my pocket that the landlord had sent me, and slipped it into the lock. The door swung open with a loud squeak. The interior was a little out of date, but nice. I closed the door with my foot and set my suit cases down. I went to the kitchen and checked to make sure that it was well supplied. It was. I turned on the air conditioning. Then I decided that I had stalled long enough. I grabbed my bags and headed up stairs.

I unloaded all of my clothes and placed some on the bed for the beginning of my two week transformation. I chose a black merry widow with matching hose, and six inch patent leather pumps. Taking out my adhesive I applied some to my chest and attached my D-cup breast forms. It only took a few minutes to get into my outfit, I was very practiced at this. The heels made my smooth legs look great but the rest of me was all man. I frowned and sat at the make up mirror to apply my foundation. I started to get a little light headed and braced myself. Whew, must have cinched the merry widow a little tight today.

After about an hour of tweezing, applying, and primping I was done. Still all man, but a sexy TV man. I stood again to put on my black mini dress. As I pulled it down around my thighs I felt light headed again. I know what it is, I haven’t eaten in eight hours. Blood sugar must be low. I needed to put something in my stomach. I started down the stairs and lost my footing. I grabbed for the railing and missed it entirely.

"Oh Shit!"

I fell head over ass and slammed my head on the wall on the way down. I felt my leg snap and my neck twist. All I could think is I’m going to die. Then all went black.

"Miss ... Miss are you all right."

I felt very groggy and very strange. My vision was blurred as I tried to focus on who was talking.

I started to focus and everything started to clear.

"Uh, I think I’m OK. I don’t need a doctor."

"That was a nasty fall Miss are you sure."

It was then that I noticed him calling me Miss. Even on my best day when I was young and much lighter I would never have passed as female. The gentleman had assisted me in getting up. I smooth out my dress and adjusted my bosom. When I did, a strange feeling came over me. I stood there feeling myself. I could FEEL my breasts. I looked down and could not find the seam of the breast form. All I was looking at was a pair of stunning D-cup breasts.

"Thank you for your assistance. I need to go to the powder room and straighten myself up."

I quickly walked to the nearest restroom, and locked the door. Turning to the mirror I almost screamed. There was a woman in the mirror. No, not a woman. A vixen. It was me in the reflection it followed my every move and the outfit was exactly the same. Just a totally different person was in the outfit.

I must be dreaming. I’m probably lying at the bottom of the stairs bleeding and unconscious, and I’m fantasizing the last moments of my life. I tried every rationalization in the book: Deminsia, Psychosis, anything that would logically explain my sudden transformation. I composed myself and opened the door. My gentleman was waiting for me.

"You are new here aren’t you?"

I nodded.

"Ah, that explains it. Have you figured out what’s happening yet?"

I was intrigued by the gentleman. He must know something about this place.

"No, I was just coming downstairs to get something to eat and

wham!"

He chuckled. "Yeah those stairs can be a real bitch. I’ve gotten caught on them myself. So has everyone here."

"Everyone?"

"Oh yes, this place is littered with about a score of people like yourself. People who have taken the plunge, so to speak."

He chuckled at his play on words, but I could only get annoyed.

"Look if you know what is going on here spit it out, if not then leave me alone."

He smiled knowingly.

"Sweetheart, you’ve finally gotten your heart's desire. And from the looks of things you desired quite a lot."

"What do you mean?" I said self consciously.

"You are dead sweetcakes, and your soul is trapped within these walls for the rest of eternity as the creature you most desired to be."

I laughed. "Ok, what drugs have you slipped into me."

"Go on, try to leave. But I warn you, if you do, this house will punish you."

I look at him then at the door. I chose the door. Only a few steps away. I twisted the handle and threw open the door. A black abyss loomed in front of me, and a loud piercing scream emanated from the floor of the house. The door slammed itself shut and, to my horror, a rush of wind picked me up and pulled me up the stairs into one of the other bedrooms.

"Strip."

I found my footing and turned to face my new host. He was out of a grade B porn flick. Dressed in black latex from head to toe, a large man stood before me.

"I said strip bitch! Don’t make me repeat myself."

"Fuck You! I’m outta here." I turned to open the door and it was gone. In it's place was a smooth wall. I placed my hands on it and tried to feel for the missing door. I felt my heart pounding in my chest and my blood coursing through my veins.

His hand was on my back turning me around and slapping me to the ground. The rest was a blur. I felt a number of hands stripping me of my clothes, and dousing me with some sort of powder. The I felt another outfit being put on me. I tried to struggle, but was only slapped again and again until I stopped. Then I was picked up and placed on a table where my arms and legs were strapped firmly in place. It was then that I became aware of my surroundings. I seemed to be in some sort of dungeon. They had place me in a latex catsuit with various zippers in certain places. They left my six inch heels in place and stuck a ball gag into my mouth. I could move my head enough to see my surrounds, but passed that, I couldn’t even struggle.

"Now you will receive your punishment."

He stepped to the end of the table and pushed a button. My legs started to spread and raise, bending at the knees. I felt him open a zipper and insert something into my ass. It was lubed but it still hurt as he pushed it in. I also felt something being inserted somewhere else. OhMyGod, I have a vagina. It felt cold and steely. I then heard him zip me back up. He walked around and unzipped an opening at my nipple and I saw it poke out hard and wrinkled. My torturer produced a needle which he pushed slowly through my nipple and out the other side. I screamed behind my gag.

"Shut up whore."

He took the needle out and pushed a D-shaped ring through and fastened it. He used a soldering iron to seal the ring, making it permanent. The same treatment was produced to my other nipple.

Again I screamed.

"I said shut up Whore! Every time you scream, I give you another piercing."

I immediately stopped and looked at him.

"This will be your outfit from now until your punishment is concluded. If anyone, and I mean anyone tells you to do something, you will do it without hesitation. You will be their slave, in every way."

He took each D-ring and twisted for effect. The pain was so intense I passed out.

I awoke later in my bed. My nipples were very sore along with my crotch. I got up out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. I had to sit down on the toilet to open up my crotch zipper. Once it was done I reached back and removed the butt plug that was inserted earlier. I wanted to remove what ever he stuck in my vagina also, but to my surprise, he had pierced my labia and clitoral hood and worse, had attached a mini padlock to prevent me from removing whatever he had placed inside me.

I felt the overwhelming urge to urinate and since I was on the toilet I released a stream of piss that burned my new piercings. I cleaned myself off as good as I could and zipped back up, careful of my new jewelry. Then a knock came at my door. It opened and in walked the gentleman from before.

"I told you not to try to leave. Nobody ever listens. Now look at yourself. Not that you don’t look stunning in that outfit. It makes me hot just to look at you. Come here."

I remembered what my torturer had said about obeying everyone and since I didn’t want another trip to the chamber...

"Now feel yourself up."

I felt myself. My large breasts. My nipples were still protruding from their openings, the rings dangling.

"Pull on the rings."

I did as I was told and a surge of pain and pleasure coursed through me, to my center.

"Nice."

I could feel myself getting wet. I'm so fucking disturbed. Is this what I really wanted? To be tortured like this?

"Now kneel."

My gentleman unzipped his fly and started to jerk 'it' in front of my face.

"Your clit, rub your clit."

My right hand moved to my clit. I rubbed it through the latex and the feeling was mind blowing! The pleasure and stinging pain made me gasp.

I pulled more on my nipple ring and twisted it for good measure. I was rewarded with a release deep inside my womb. A warmness that exploded inside me. I screamed and screamed. At the very same moment my gentleman let lose a gob of cum onto my face. I turned and took his cock into my mouth and sucked the rest of his seed down. Christ, help me ... I swallowed every drop!

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and zipped up his pants.

"That will do for now."

I collapsed to lay on the floor. Semen was still dripping from my face. My shame burned in my face and my desire for more, whimpered in my throat. The gentleman turned to leave.

"How long is my punishment? Do you know?" I gasped, half asking in terror, half yearning in supplication.

He laughed, "My dear you are dead. You punishment is forever."

His voice echoed inside the room and I felt the house shake, almost as if it were aware of an inside joke at my expense.

The only sound I heard was laughing. Was it from me, the gentleman or the house, I will never know.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA"

 

 

 

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