High Tech John

by Jennifer White

 

In the year 2006, a robot was invented for the sole purposes of sex. A machine designed so that a man could have the pleasure he wanted, any time he wanted. But as technology progressed through the years, robots were discarded in favor of virtual reality. By linking directly to the brain, a man could feel anything. He could name his favorite fantasy, then live it, with the touch of a button.

Soon, high tech brothels were opened. where men queued up for their turn at the ultimate pleasure. No fantasy was too wild or too much. The VR machine could give anyone the fantasy they desired more than anything.

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John looked around nervously as he walked in the door. There was still a stigma in many people's minds about visiting a brothel, even a high-tech one. Of course, women had their own facilities too by now, but most of the customers for these services were males.

John had been to see a virtual reality woman a dozen times by now, and it was quite addicting. He could name his favorite movie star, and make love to her! Or he could ask to have a woman seduce him. Or a dozen women. Or twins. Or whatever his fantasies led him to.

"Oh, excuse me" said the man behind him in line, who bumped into him."

There could be quite a wait, as the men queued up to wait their turns. There were only so many of the high-tech rooms available, but lots and lots of eager men.

"Sorry there, buddy" said the man. "I'm Mark. Is this your first time here?"

"No, I've tried it a couple of times. I'm John" he said, as the two shook hands.

"Did you see that game last night?" asked Mark. "Quite a finish."

"Yeah, I love when they come from behind like that."

"Me too" said Mark, laughing as if there was a double meaning to it.

The two chatted about the game and such, until it was finally John's turn to reach the front of the line. He walked up to the counter, and paid his money.

"And what fantasy do you have in mind today?" asked the woman, as she counted his cash.

"A blonde" responded John. "With big boobs, long hair, long legs. I come into a bar, and see her there. I buy her a drink, talk to her, and seduce her. She takes me upstairs to her apartment, and we go at it. She is aggressive at first, but once I get into her, she loses it, and goes crazy for me, becoming completely mine."

"Very good sir. Wait for room 10a" said the woman, entering the parameters into the program. "It will take just a few minutes to prepare it for you. Next!"

"Hello" said Mark.

"Mr. Forten. Welcome back."

"Thank you" he replied, pulling out a large wad of cash.

"The usual for you today?"

Mark smiled. He loved this.

"Yes" he replied. "I meet a girl in a bar, and seduce her. She takes me up to her room. Once upstairs though, she takes over. She has magic powers, and she turns me into a woman. No matter how much I protest, she won't stop it, she won't let up. Once I am completely female, she takes off her panties, and shows me that she is in fact a she-mle. She makes love to me, and makes me her slave."

"Very good sir" said the woman. "Wait for room 10b."

Mark peeled off another pile of cash.

"Our usual arrangement too please" he said.

"Which 10a?" replied the woman.

"Yes" said Mark.

"Very good" she replied.

* * *

John waited for the green light to go on, so he could enter his room. It took a few minutes to clean up and prepare the rooms in between customers. He hated the waiting, but it was worth it.

"Oh, look who's here" said Mark, as he walked up, standing by the door for room 10b. "You all set, buddy?"

"Oh yeah" replied John. "I've got my favorite fantasy all lined up."

"Me too. This is going to rock" said Mark.

Almost simultaneously, the green lights for both rooms came on.

"Have fun buddy" said Mark.

"You too" replied John, as he walked into his room.

The technician greet John, and helped attach the electrodes after he stripped and sat down in the special chair. She attached the goggles over his eyes, and the device that went over his manhood. It would deliver the sensations down there, as everything else delivered the visual stimulus. Once activated, the virtual world would seem real.

John sank into the chair, which molded itself around him. It would deliver the impulses to his skin. He'd feel like he was walking, but he would be just sitting there. The electrodes took care of all that. They cut off the control of the brain, so that it would feel like he was doing things, but in reality, he'd be safe in the chair.

"Have fun" said the technician.

There was a whirring noise, as the machinery started up. John loved it, as the tingling started to take over his body, the slight disorientation, then the feeling of suddenly being in another world. A bar this time. John looked down, and saw himself wearing a sharp tuxedo.

In the mirror, the gray in his hair was gone, and all his hair was back on his head. He was in his twenties again. If only he could do that for real! But he had learned that the fantasy went much better of you forgot it was a fantasy, and just lived it.

He turned to the far side of the bar, where he saw a hot blonde shooting pool. She was leaned over, ready to sink the eight ball, and he got a great look at her awesome cleavage. She made the shot, and the man she was playing swore, and dropped a twenty on the table.

"I've got next" said John, confidently.

"Good luck, pal" said the dejected man who just lost. "She's a real hustler. Watch out for this one!"

"You think you can take me?" said the woman in a sultry voice.

"I'll take you, all the way" said John.

"Then buy me a drink" she said. "And rack them. I'll break."

John ordered two shots of whisky, straight up, from the waitress, who was pretty hot herself, in a tight fitting red sequined dress. Next time, he'd have to request this same bar, and ask for a 3-way with the waitress too.

John and the woman clinked glasses, then downed them in a single gulp. He ordered two more. He'd get her drunk too. That would help. He felt so happy, as he watched her break. She sank two balls.

The girl almost ran the table, until she finally scratched. Now it was John's turn. In real life, he wasn't a great pool player. But here in the VR world, he was! He sank ball after ball, until the table was clear. He and the woman clinked glasses again, and downed their second shot of whisky.

"So" said John, as he slammed his glass to the wood sideboard of the table. "What's your name?"

"What do you want it to be?" asked the woman, as she leaned towards him. "No man has beaten me at pool since I was a little girl. You're very good with a stick. Perhaps you could come up to my place, and give me a lesson?"

"I'd love to" said John. "But you know, I use a long stick. I don't know if you can handle that."

"Mmmm" said the woman. "I like when its a long stick. Is yours thick too?"

"Oh yes" said John.

"I can't wait to try it out" said the woman.

They continued to flirt and play word games, until she took him by the hand, and led him to a doorway. They walked down the hall, arm in arm, then into an elevator.

"I live on the top floor, so we've got to go up" she said. "But I love going down too."

She giggled, and John felt himself getting hard already. This was the best fantasy yet! The woman was being so aggressive now. She practically pulled him into her apartment, slammed the door shut, pushed him against the wall, and kissed him hard, holding his hands to the wall. Just like he wanted it.

But now was the time in his fantasy for him to take control, and to make her become his. He would tame this wild woman, and show her what a real man could do. He was going to force his arm free, and unzip her dress from the back. But for some reason, she was too strong; he could not free his arm. This wasn't right!

The woman let go of him, and even then, he could not move from the wall. It was almost as if his arms were held tight by invisible chains. His legs would not move either. He felt trapped and felt a panic set in. This wasn't his fantasy! What was going on?

The woman practically tore off his clothes now, leaving him standing there naked. He felt very scared. What was she going to do to him? He didn't like it if he wasn't in control. He could only look on helplessly, as she moved a full length mirror in front of him, so that he could see his entire body. That was strange!

Now she opened up her purse, and she removed something. He gasped as he saw what it was: a very large, realistic looking dildo. She smiled and licked it, which was somehow exciting to see. If only that was him that she was licking!

But then she took it, and she touched it to his cheek.

"I know you want this" she said.

"No!" replied John, disgusted.

"Of course you do" she replied. "Every woman wants to feel one of these inside of her."

"I'm not a woman!" protested John.

"Soon, you will be" said the woman, laughing.

She waved her hands and mumbled something. Then she touched her hands all over his chest, followed by a wave of the dildo, as if it was a magic wand. She continued to touch his chest as he stared into the mirror. He could not believe what he was seeing.

At first, it looked as if the hairs on his chest were sucking back into him, getting shorter and shorter. Soon, they were hardly visible at all! His chest looked smooth, which wasn't a bad look for him. But now, something terrible started to change. His nipples.

At first, he could notice the rings of color around them getting darker and wider. Then his nipples looked like they were swelling, getting larger! As they increased in size, it also seemed like they were sitting on little mounds too now. It got really scary, as the rings of color go kept increasing in size, as did the mound of flesh behind them.

"That's right" said the woman. "You've got boobs now. They're getting larger and larger, filling in. You've already passed b-cup size, and you're going to keep getting bigger and better, until you're stacked. You'll be quite busty when you're done. You're going to have such big gorgeous boobs. A woman like you deserves them."

"No!" protested John. "Please stop this! This isn't my fantasy!"

"Correct" said the woman. "This is my fantasy, and you're in it!"

She started to caress his ever-growing boobs. It felt strange, but he had to admit it also felt good as she touched his growing chest. His boobs seemed so big now, so full! He had quite a rack on his chest, bigger than hers in fact.

Now she ran the dildo wand up and down the length of his body.

"Look me in the eyes" she said.

John was looking at her, eye to eye. He suddenly realized: he was taller than her. How could they be at eye level with one another? No wait, now he was shorter than her! Her long legs made her taller than him! His loss of stature made him feel so weak!

She touched the penis shaped wand to his shoulders, which suddenly started to shrink in size. She ran it up and down his arms, and his once large arms melted away into small fragile ones. He was becoming a weak woman, instead of a strong man. No!!!!

"No!!!!" he yelled. "Stop this! Don't turn me into a woman!!!!!"

"There is no one to hear you scream, honey" she said. "Now quit whining. You sound like a woman already."

"I'm not whining!" he replied in protest.

"Lets see what you have you to say about this then" said the woman, as she pointed the tip of the dildo right at this throat. In the mirror, his Adam's apple dissipated into nothingness, leaving his throat looking like that of a woman.

"Please, stop. This is insane" said John.

But as he spoke the words, his stomach felt a jerk, like you do when you go over the big hill in a roller coaster. The voice coming out of his mouth was no longer his own. It sounded like that of a woman!

"Since you want to talk like a girl, you should sound like a girl" said the woman. "Now I hope you understand that your protests are useless. You're becoming a woman, whether you want to or not."

John felt like crying now, but he held back his tears as she touched his face tenderly, then rubbed the dildo around it. His face in the mirror was melting it seemed, his skin becoming soft an smooth, his nose becoming tiny, his eyebrows plucked, his eyes deep and blue. His chin was pointy now, his cheekbones more prominent. It was a woman's face. His hair was growing long, and spilling down to his shoulders, as it grew longer and curly.

"You're becoming a woman now" she said. "A beautiful woman. My woman. You are becoming female, and you are becoming mine. It is already too late to resist me; there is nothing you can do. You're already more woman than man. Look at yourself in the mirror! Feel the femininity as it overtakes you! Feel as your heart, your mind, and your very soul become feminine! You're becoming a woman now. You are going to be a girl."

Perhaps even worse than seeing his upper half looking feminine, and the overwhelming feeling of helplessness that swept over John's heart, was one factor that made everything worse: between his legs, he was still as hard as a rock. This was the most vile, disgusting thing he could ever imagine! Yet his body was completely turned on! He shouldn't be aroused from seeing himself in the mirror, looking more and more female by the moment! Yet he was.

The woman now ran the dildo wand up and down his legs, and in short order, the hair there disappeared, as did the big muscles he had acquired from years of body building. Now his legs were soft, smooth, and tiny. A woman's legs. She changed his arms, and even his hands, making everything about him small, weak and fragile looking.

As she touched his rear end and his hips with the frightening wand, he could only watch in horror, as his hips swelled out wide, giving him sexy feminine curves, and his butt became wider and rounder, just like the sexy woman wielding the wand. Now only one thing in his body remained male, and that was the equipment between his legs.

The woman teased him at first, touching his pubic hair with the wand. He gasped, and waited to see the last of himself disappear. But she only transformed his pubic hair into a small strip, neatly shaved into a rectangle.

"And now for the final touch" she said. "After this last step, you will be completely female. You will be a woman, like it or not. And I'm going to make you like it."

"I'll never like it!" said John, with rage in his voice. But it was a soft female voice. One that carried little weight. It was like a mouse threatening a cat; it meant nothing, and it just caused the woman to laugh. She touched the wand to his genitals, and chanted.

"Feel it, as you pull in, and become completely female" she said. "This is the last step. Your ovaries have already formed inside. They are filling your bloodstream full of female hormones. Your brain, your heart and your soul are gradually becoming more and more feminine by the moment. Look how little you are down there between your legs now! You're almost a girl already."

John watched with total frustration, as he made one last futile attempt to stop it.

"Stop the fantasy! Let me out of here" he screamed.

The woman just laughed, as John saw the very tip of his manhood pull back up inside him, and disappear from sight. Now there was nothing left between his legs. Nothing but a mound of female flesh, with a slit down the middle. He had a labia now. He had a vagina. He was no longer a 'he'. John had become a 'she'.

"You are a real woman now" said the sexy blonde. "And your name is Donna. You are a woman, and you are mine. Now let me teach you something about your new gender."

The woman reached behind herself, and untied the straps of her halter top. She let it fall off to the ground, exposing her massive breasts. John should have been completely aroused by her, but he was not. Now he was Donna. And Donna was a woman. This girl had forced him to become a woman, against his will!

Now she pulled off her dress, and turned so that he could see her back. She moved her hips from side to side, as she wiggled out of her thong panties. But something wasn't right. Something down there looked wrong. She turned around, and bowed her legs. She reached underneath, between her legs, and removed some kind of clip.

Released from being tucked in and held back, something swung down into view. A penis, and a set of scrotum. It wasn't a woman that John had seduced: it was a man! A man who looked female in every way, except for the one place where it counted the most.

"Ooh baby, you're such a hot woman. You're getting me hard" said the man. He was a she-male. A man who looked like a woman, and acted as one. John had been turned into a woman by this man! And now the man was getting aroused, looking at John's perfect sexy female body!

"You used to be a man. But now you are a woman. And I'm going to show you what it is like" said the man. "You may call me Jeffrey. That's my real name. I like to go by 'Julie' when I'm all dressed up. But we need to be on a first name basis, Donna."

John didn't want to be Donna! He didn't want this to go on anymore.

"Help!!" he called out.

"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way" said Jeffrey. "Do you want me Donna? Or am I going to have to make you want me? What's it going to be, girl?"

"I'm not a girl!" said John, which sounded silly, in his feminine voice. "I'll never want you."

"Oh yes you will" said Jeffrey, who picked up the wand again. He was hard as a rock, almost as big as the dildo he held in his hands. He pointed the dildo right at John's head, and touched the tip of it right between John's pretty eyes.

"Bang" said Jeffrey.

Everything went white for a moment. And then John realized something. He wasn't John, he was Donna. He wasn't a man, she was a woman! She looked over at Jeffrey, and smiled.

"Ooh baby, I want you inside me" she said.

"Are you sure?" asked Jeffrey. "Do you really love me? Do you really want me?"

"I'm your woman" said Donna. "And I want to feel you inside me. I've got to have you baby! Please put it to me! Give yourself to me, and make me your woman!"

"Sure baby" said Jeffrey. "Whatever you want."

Donna could move her hands now. She immediately put them onto Jeffrey's big breasts, and caressed them. Jeffrey did the same to her, and she just melted. They kissed, and started to touch each other's bodies all over. It wasn't long before Donna was pulling Jeffrey over to the couch, laying on her back, and spreading her legs for him.

Jeffrey was only too glad to oblige; he was as hard as a rock, and soon he plunged deep into Donna's wet, willing pussy. Donna felt Jeffrey enter her, and she was in heaven. Jeffrey looked just like a woman, but that was fine with Donna. Part of her desired to be with a woman. But the female part of her wanted a man. Jeffrey was the best of both words for her!

Jeffrey continued to thrust deeper and deeper inside of Donna, for such a long time, until both of them came together, and collapsed in each other's arms.

"Now you are all mine" said Jeffrey. "You are mine, and you would do anything for me."

"I love you. I live for you" said Donna.

"I'm going to make you my maid. You will cook for me, and clean my house. You will be my total slave, day and night. How does that make you feel?"

"It feels so good to be yours" said Donna.

"You are mine. Forever" said Jeffrey.

They kissed with a deep sensuous kiss, and then Donna was filled with a tingle all over. She realized that her fantasy was coming to an end. When the technician came in and took off her goggles and her electrodes, it took Donna some time to clear her head. Her body felt strange. It didn't feel right. What was going on?

She stepped outside the room, and she needed a drink of water.

"Here, let me help you" said Mark.

"Thank you" said Donna weakly, as she took the glass of water from the handsome man. "I don't feel right."

"Aw Donna, that's too bad. What's wrong?" asked Mark.

"My body...it seems so wrong."

"You need to feel feminine again, don't you?" said Mark.

"Yes" replied Donna, weakly, as she sipped her water.

"I tell you want. Why don't you come home with me? I've got lots of pretty clothes, and I can dress you up, and make you feel like the woman that you are."

"That would be so nice" said Donna, her voice almost a whisper.

"But something else...."

"You don't like having to think for yourself, do you?" asked Mark.

Donna could barely just nod her agreement.

"You need a man to take control, and tell you want to do. Isn't that right?"

"Yes" said Donna.

"You want me to be that man, don't you? You want me to take control, and make you mine."

"Yes" said Donna, so glad that he understood.

"Stand up!" ordered Mark. "You're coming home with me. I'm going to dress you up, and make you become my woman. I'm going to make love to you all night long, and when I'm done, you'll be my slave."

"Oh thank you" said Donna. "I feel like am yours already. I know we'll be happy together. I'll do anything for you. I Iove you, and I am yours. Command me in all things."

"Get in the car" said Mark firmly. "We're going home, and I'll really make you mine."

"I can't wait" said Donna, her face alit in a smile.

Mark was smiling too. Men were so vulnerable after their first feminization experience. And he was there as a knight in shining armor, to snatch them up, and make them happy. He had a whole list of "girl"friends now, slaves at his beck and call. Sometimes, he liked to make them date each other. Or other men. Whatever he fancied. With his financial arrangement he had with the owner of the VR brothel, he had an endless supply of new meat when he tired of his current harem.

Donna was just one more girl for him now. He'd make her the maid for a while, and really teach her how to be a proper slave. After she was trained, he decided that he might turn her into a she-male. She'd look good with real boobs of her own. He decided to put her on hormones right away, and begin the process of her physical transformation.

But it was all for her own good. She'd be happier that way. He reached over and squeezed her hand.

"You're my woman now" he said.

The End

  

  

  

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