The Link

by Jennifer White

 

Sean looked at the man in the chair across from him, and smiled. The man had no idea what was about to happen to him. He had no idea that Sean possessed a power called The Link, or what fate awaited him.

Sean been just 18 years old when he discovered his powers. His uncle detected it in him, and had trained him in how to harness The Link. It was difficult to fathom how a person could just have a mental power like that. How one could use it to control another man. As he was about to do now.

The man before him, John Fletcher, had been a business associate. However, Sean believed that John had been cheating him out of money, ever since they began working together. He couldn't prove it, but he was sure of it. And so, John needed to be taught a lesson. Today, Sean would assert himself, and make sure that John knew who really ran things.

"John, you've made several, shall we say, independent decisions lately, without my approval" said Sean.

"Of course. If I had to run to you with every little detail, we'd never get anything done."

"We've talked about this before John. You know I like to be informed."

"You mean 'in charge'. You don't like it when *I* do anything on my own. But you can't argue with my record Sean. I've done the right things, and I've increased business 15 percent."

"Who is to say that my decisions wouldn't have increased it 50 percent?" replied Sean.

It was true. He did not like his people acting on their own. But that would never happen again. Not after today.

"Look, do you expect me to be some lackey to you? Don't you trust me enough to let me do what I think is best for the company?"

"No John, I don't."

Sean took a deep breath. It was time to start. He began to establish The Link.

 

John wondered what the strange look on Sean's face was about. Sean looked like he was really concentrating on something. John looked down, and wondered why his hand was trembling.

"From now on, you will do exactly as I say" said Sean.

Only there was one problem: Sean's lips did not move. John heard Sean's voice in his head! He had not spoken those words, he had *thought* them. Thought them right in to John's head!

"What are you talking about?" said John.

 

Sean had now fully established The Link. A direct link from his brain to John's. He would now be able to fully control him, making him do whatever he wanted. Sean could go so far as to wipe out John's personality and memories, replacing them with his own if he wished to. He could make John into a zombie, or just an extension of himself.

But John *did* have very good business sense. He just needed to be more obedient. So Sean would make sure that he learned who his new master was.

 

"I could erase you John" said Sean, through his thoughts, right into John's mind. "I could make you become anything I want. But I choose to spare you. All I am going to do, is make you incapable of ever doing anything against my wishes."

Sean concentrated again. John couldn't feel anything happening. He didn't realize how he was being altered inside. It only took a few moments. Then Sean let go of The Link to John. He was done. For now.

"You are my complete and total slave now" said Sean, matter of factly. "You cannot and will not do anything other than what *I* wish."

"You're crazy" said John.

"Am I? Let me prove it to you John. Go home, get your son, and bring him here to me. I am going to turn him into a girl. Now go!"

Turn his son into a girl? Bring him there? John turned to head out the door. He had to rush home to get his son. Sean had ordered it, so it *had* to be done. There was no time to stop and think about it! He *needed* to do it. Now. He had to please Sean. He hurried down the hallway, to get to his car.

 

Sean smiled. Soon, John would be back with his boy. Then the real fun would start.

 

* * *

 

Less than an hour later, John returned to Sean's office. He had his fifteen year old son Kevin with him.

"I brought Kevin to you, as you asked" he said proudly.

"Thank you John. You have done well. Now sit."

John immediately sat down. Sean waved Kevin over to the chair in front of his desk.

"Do you know why you're here?" asked Sean.

Kevin shook his head 'no'. A typical uncooperative teenager.

"Today is the last day of your life as a boy. From now on, you are going to be a girl" said Sean.

"No way!" said Kevin. There weren't many things which would upset a teenage boy with raging hormones more than telling him he was about to become a girl.

Sean opened up the coat closet to the side. Hanging on the inside of the door was a pretty blue dress.

"This is yours" said Sean. "That is what you are going to wear home."

"*^ck you" said Kevin.

"Take off your shirt" ordered Sean.

Kevin folded his arms.

"John, take his shirt off" said Sean.

John came over, and ripped the shirt off his son. Sean smiled, and handed a white lacy bra to him.

"Put it on him" said Sean.

John reached over to his son, as Sean held his arms down. John forced one arm through the loop of the strap, and then the other.

"Dad, what are you doing? Stop this!" said Kevin, feeling helpless now. Why was his own father making him wear a bra?

But it was no use. John was behind him now, attaching the hooks of the bra strap. Kevin now wore a bra.

"John, pick a name for your daughter" said Sean.

"How about....Melissa?"

"Very good. You are Melissa now" said Sean.

"Like h*$l I am!"

"Melissa, listen to Mr. LaSalle. Do as he says."

"Never!" said Kevin, defiant.

"Hold him down" said Sean, who went back to his seat.

John held Kevin firmly in place. He looked over to Sean, who had *that* look on his face again. John didn't understand what was going on. Why was he obeying Sean like this? Why was he doing something he clearly didn't want to do? He almost didn't even dare *think* about it being wrong. He didn't want to anger Sean. He *had* to obey his orders, no matter how terrible.

Sean was establishing The Link again, but this time with Kevin's mind. And this time, it would be a lot more fun for Sean, because of the danger involved.

 

As he learned his powers better, and controlled the minds of more and more men, Sean became almost bored about the whole thing. It was too easy. The minds of men would snap like twigs before his powers.

But it was a different story for women. His uncle had warned him: do not *ever* attempt to establish The Link with a woman.

"Their minds are different than ours Sean" he said. "If you link with a woman, it will be a grave danger to you. Instead of you controlling her thoughts, her mind will overwhelm yours, and you will become a slave to her."

Sean heeded the warning, and never tried The Link on a woman. But he found something by accident one day when he used The Link on a man, as revenge for stealing away a girl he had been after. Sean decided that it would be just and fair to rearrange the man's mind, to make him think he was a woman.

It worked of course, but the exciting thing was that once the man's mind was completely feminized, it grew in power, just as his uncle had said. And once it was a woman's mind, it discovered The Link, and tried to get back at Sean, going into *his* mind. He detached just in time.

It was so exciting. There was a sense of *danger*. A chance that he might slip up, and get caught by his former victim. Add to that the fact that his victim would, just for a moment, think that he had the upper hand. Then just as he went after Sean, he would turn off The Link, leaving his victim frightened, upset, and with a feminine mind.

After that episode, Sean used The Link to turn men into women all the time. Nothing was more of a thrill for him. And now, he was about to use it to turn Kevin into Melissa.

 

Kevin was yelling all of a sudden, as he struggled to get free. Sean had established The Link now fully, so the first thing he did was to shut the brat up.

"Silence" he said, directly into Kevin's mind. The boy stopped making noise.

"Kevin, listen to me" said Sean. "I control you now, completely. You are no longer a free thinking person. You are just an extension of *me*. My thoughts are your thoughts. My desires are your desires. You are completely in my control now, and you cannot do anything, other than what I wish."

Kevin sat there with a blank look on his face. Sean was in his mind now, ready to start the changes.

"When you were born" said Sean, "your mother named you Melissa. Your nickname as been Kevin, but your true name is Melissa. You don't want to be known as Kevin anymore. You want people to use your real name."

Kevin nodded.

"You are Melissa now. Melissa. That is you. Tell me who you are."

"I am Melissa" said Kevin.

"Good. You understand. Melissa is a pretty name. A *girl's* name. It is your name, because inside, you are really a girl. You are a girl. You are female. Tell me Melissa, who and what are you?"

"I am a girl named Melissa."

Sean smiled. Now the dangerous part would begin.

"Melissa: you want to be a pretty girl. You only want to wear dresses and skirts. You want to wear makeup, and have long pretty hair. More than anything, you want to be a pretty girl."

Kevin nodded in agreement.

"You do not remember ever having been a boy. You only remember growing up as a girl. When you were a little girl, you played with dolls and played house. You liked ponies and princesses. You were always a girl, and you want to become a beautiful woman when you grow up."

Kevin nodded again.

"All of your thoughts, all of your feelings are feminine. You have no inner male anger. You have no male desires. You are a girl. You are female. You only have female thought patterns in your head now. You want to be a mommie some day. You want to have babies. And to get pregnant, you need a man. You want to date a boy, so you can fall in love with him, marry him, and have his children."

Kevin's head was different now, on the inside. The female thought patterns were establishing themselves. The feminine feelings were replacing the male ones he used to have. In a chain reaction, his world view shifted to that of a teenage girl. He *wanted* to be pretty, and to wear pretty clothes, like the dress that was hanging on the inside of the door.

"You wish you had big breasts" continued Sean. "You wish you were a sexy girl, so you'd attract a nice man. Tell your father what you feel inside Melissa."

"Daddy, I want to wear that dress so I can look pretty" said Kevin. "Then, maybe some nice boy will think I'm cute, and ask me out."

"John, go get the dress for Melissa" said Sean.

John went to the closet, and returned with the pretty blue dress.

"Oh thank you daddy, it's so pretty!" said Kevin, gushing with enthusiasm about having a dress to wear. Kevin was a girl in his mind now, and she eagerly put the dress on, then looked down sadly. If only her boobs were bigger, she'd look so much prettier.

Then she sensed something. Something in her mind. She looked at Sean, and realized that there was some sort of psychic connection between them! Her expanding female consciousness made her brain a whole magnitude more powerful than it had been before. She realized that she could reverse the connection between them, and control him! She went to grab ahold of his mind....

Then suddenly the link between them was gone. Oh well, she had work to do. Her nails were a mess. And her legs really really needed to be shaved! She wanted to go home, so she could get into some of her mommie's pretty shoes too. Oh how she wished she was beautiful. Then she'd attract a nice boy.

 

Sean smiled, then turned his attention back to John. Moments later, The Link had been reestablished between Sean and John again.

"John, I release you from my power" said Sean. "But know what will happen to you if you ever dare to disobey me, even in the least."

Sean dropped The Link between them, leaving John dazed. He stared at his son Kevin, who was smiling, wearing a dress. He could remember what he had just done, to make it come about. Sean had somehow controlled him. Sean had done this.

"John, I need your full mind in place so that you can make business decisions properly" said Sean out loud. "I just hope that you don't ever do anything to cross me again."

He looked pointedly over to Kevin.

"Do you think Melissa would like having two mommies?"

John wanted to cry. His son thought he was a girl now. And the same fate awaited him if he crossed Sean.

"Daddy, I want to go home" said Kevin, in a girlish voice. "Can we go to the mall? I want to get some high heels for school. And can I get my ears pierced? Pretty please?"

"Take her home" said Sean.

He then turned to Kevin.

"You are a very pretty girl. Your daddy is very proud of his daughter."

Kevin gave John a hug, like a girl would to her dad.

"Tell me John, you think your girl is very pretty, don't you?"

"Y...yes" said John. He wasn't forced to obey Sean anymore, but he wasn't about to go against him after seeing what he could do. "She's very pretty."

"I'm glad you agree with me. Go take her to the mall. Get her ears pierced. Buy her some pretty clothes and some makeup."

"Come on Melissa, we're going to the mall" said John meekly.

Sean smiled. He had done it again.

 

* * *

 

Senator Warren H. Powers sat at his desk, and scanned the list of people who had had seen today. They all wanted something out of him. Nobody ever came to give anything. They were all after something for themselves. He shook his head, and adjusted the bra strap under his shirt.

It always thrilled him that he was wearing a bra and panties under his suit, and nobody knew about it. He wished he could come to work in a skirt, but then he'd be laughed out of town. So he was forced to wear men's clothes. On the outside. He reserved his full dressing sessions for home.

He longed to wear makeup and his wig at work too. Perhaps he could pose as one of the secretaries one day. But no, there was important work to be done, which required him full time as a Senator.

It was ironic: as a man, he was able to do a lot of things for women, which he never would have been able to, had he been born into a female body as he had wished. What an irony. He had to be a man to advance women's issues.

He had the required trophy wife needed to run for political office. She knew that he was a girl inside, and she put up with it, in order to be a Senator's wife. She would run on her own one day. And he would support her when she did. He truly believed that women should hold all political power.

Senator Powers reached down to pull on his panties. He didn't like these new ones. They rode up on him. But there were *so* cute, and they matched the bra. As soon as he got home, he would put in his breast forms, his makeup, his skirt, his heels, and he would feel so much better. It was hard to go around all day pretending to be a man, doing manly things like firm handshakes, and not able to carry his purse. He wished the day was done, so he could just go home.

But there was one more appointment today. A Mr. Sean LaSalle, a businessman from the Senator's home state. It would be another whining session of 'give me this, give me that'. Not what Senator Powers wanted, when there was a cute dress waiting for him to wear at home.

He pressed the intercom button, and spoke.

"Charlene, you can send Mr. LaSalle in to see me now. And why don't you take the rest of the day off? You've been working very hard, and you should be spending more time with your family."

"Thank you Senator" she replied. He really was the best person in the whole capitol to work for, she thought. No other man in Washington had treated her like a person, with such respect as he had. Just because she looked like a model, most men looked down on her. Except Senator Powers.

All the women in his office loved him. Not only was he kind, generous and considerate, he was actually very easy to talk to. He seemed to really care about their feelings. He was the best boss that Charlene had ever known.

 

The door opened, and Sean walked into the room. It was impressive, with the dark oak paneling, the impressive desk, and the powerful senator there in his large black leather chair. Most men felt at least some degree of awe from it all, but not Sean. He merely saw a man. A man he would soon control.

"Mr. LaSalle, what can I do for you?" said the Senator.

"My company is successful. We employ many people. I don't think we should have to pay any taxes" said Sean, bluntly.

"Well, you cut right to the chase" said Senator Powers. "I congratulate you. Most people who come to see me wait to reveal their true agenda. I cannot fault you for being honest."

Sean nodded in response.

"You have a spending bill pending in committee which will go to the floor next week. Attach a rider exempting me from taxes for a ten year period."

"Mr. LaSalle, you *are* bold. However, I cannot do this for you. You ask for too much, with nothing in return. I am afraid that you will need to pay taxes, just like the rest of us."

Sean didn't expect him to just give in right away. He actually hoped that he would be turned down. Because now, he would get a chance to control a Senator! What a wonderful thing it would be to have a powerful man like this in his back pocket! This would signal his true rise to power. He would be the one behind the scenes making deals, setting plans in motion, control people's futures. This would be just the start of his rise to becoming a secret world power.

Sean relaxed, and closed his eyes. This man would be very easy to control. He established The Link, so he could start probing the Senator's mind.

 

Senator Powers felt a strange sensation inside. In his head. Something didn't quite feel right.

"You will do as I say. You cannot disobey me" said a voice that sounded like Mr. LaSalle's. But Sean wasn't moving his lips. The Senator was hearing the voice in his head!

"You are completely in my power. You cannot resist me. My thoughts are your thoughts. My desires, your desires. You are but an empty shell of a man, existing only to serve *me* now."

Sean smiled. He would bend this man's will to his own. Now he needed to prove to him that he was in control. He put a piece of paper on the Senator's desk, a pre typed form to put a rider on a bill. All the Senator had to do was to sign it.

"Sign the paper and obey your new master" said Sean out loud.

Senator Powers took the paper, read it, then laughed. He ripped it into two pieces, and threw it in the garbage.

 

Sean was shocked. *Nobody* had ever been able to disobey him before. Something was wrong. Very wrong. He tried again, harder. He had to control this man!

"You are very bad, and will be punished" said Sean. "You are my willing slave, and you *will* obey me in all things!"

What Sean didn't sense, was that he had linked up with a man, who thought and felt like a woman. He was locked in with a female mind, and didn't sense that it was *his* mind that was being probed at the moment.

The Senator had sensed that Sean was trying to establish control over him, but blocked him from his mind. He found that he could easily see into Sean's mind, and he was aghast at finding what Sean had been doing to men.

While the Senator himself felt female inside, he didn't wish his fate on anyone else. To be trapped in the body of a person of the wrong gender was terrible. So he decided, right then and there, that Sean needed to be taught a lesson. A taste of his own medicine.

But he had to be careful not to let Sean realize what was going on. He wanted to make sure this psychic link stayed up long enough for him to put the right thoughts into Sean's mind. He had to keep him distracted.

So the best thing to do was to play along, like he was under Sean's control.

"....you will obey me in all things!" continued Sean. "Now get on your knees before me, and tell me who your master is!"

The Senator rose, walked over to Sean, then very dramatically, as if struggling within himself, he lowered himself to his knees. He moved his mouth a few times, as if struggling to keep himself from saying the words.

"I serve you" he said slowly. "My master."

"Kiss my feet" said Sean.

The Senator again pretended to struggle, to lower himself, and kiss the man's feet. As he did all this though, he was inside Sean's mind, making a few changes here and there. And he was able to keep Sean from even noticing what he was doing. As he learned the ins and outs of Sean's mind, it became easier and easier to do.

"Now take the paper out of the waste basket. Go type it up again. I might make you my female secretary. You can wear a dress as you type my letters for me. Now go!"

This was wonderful. It game him even more time to get inside of Sean, as he slowly typed the document on his computer. By the time he hit the 'Print' button, his work was done. He didn't care anymore to put up a show. Let Sean cut off his psychic link. There was nothing more the Senator needed to do.

Sean went to the printer, and pulled off the document. He read it and smiled. He handed it to the Senator.

"Sign it, slave. Show your master what a good obedient slave you are."

Senator Powers picked up a pen dramatically, and pretended to start to sign it. Then he looked up to Sean, smiled, and ripped the document in half. The look on Sean's face was beyond description. But now the fun was just beginning.

"I gave you a direct order! You cannot disobey me!" said Sean, who was beside himself. What was going on? He had this man in his power! He couldn't disobey!

Instead, the Senator had a smile on his face. A smile that sent a chill through Sean, up and down his spine.

 

The Senator opened up a drawer in his desk, and pulled something out. A pair of white panties. Immediately, Sean felt aroused by the very sight of them.

"Do you want these?" asked the Senator.

Sean didn't say anything, but as he looked at the panties, he imagined wearing them. That made him feel completely aroused, and he got hard. He couldn't take his eyes off of them. The panties. He wanted them. He needed to wear them. The Senator was holding the, but *he* wanted them.

Sean reached out with a trembling hand.

"Can...can I have them?" he said.

"Of course" said the kindly Senator, handing them over. Sean quickly stripped, pulled off his boxers, and replaced them with the panties. He closed his eyes. He felt good all over, like diving into a cool pool on a hot summer day, or taking a drink of water after working out for an hour. He savored the feel of the soft silk against him. They made him feel wonderful.

But now the Senator had something else in his hand. A bra. A white bra, with cute little narrow straps. Sean imagined it on his chest, and was so excited that he had to remember to breathe!

"You want this, don't you?" asked the Senator, holding out the bra.

Sean didn't just want it; he needed it. He grabbed it so that he could put it on himself. He undid his tie, fumbled to get his buttons undone, took off his undershirt, then hurried to get the bra on.

Now he was standing before the Senator, wearing only a bra and panties. And he felt wonderful.

 

The Senator had a pair of breast forms that he had worn several times while behind his desk, but he had been too frightened of being discovered, so he kept them in the locked drawer, along with his extra bras and panties. But now he could put them to good use. He took them out, and put them on the desk in front of Sean.

Sean's eyes bugged out. Breasts. He wanted to have big breasts, like the secretary who had seen him in to the office. If he wore those breast forms....he would have boobs, just like her. He looked to the Senator, who nodded. Sean grabbed the breast forms, and put them into his bra.

Ah. That felt *so* much better. Now his bra no longer laid there sad and empty. Now it had something to support. Now it jutted out as it held up the weight of his boobs. Sean felt much better, and much more feminine.

The Senator was holding up a red dress now, which he wanted to wear *so* badly. He took it, and quickly put it on. Waves of pleasure rolled over him as he felt the swish of the skirt around his legs. He was a woman. God, it felt good to be female.

Sean suddenly caught himself for thinking like that. Why was he wearing a dress? Why was he wearing a stuffed bra? It was all wrong! Something had gone horribly wrong!

In a panic, he started to cut off The Link. How had the Senator turned around the control back on him? It was as if he linked up with...a woman!

"You're a woman inside..." said Sean in amazement.

"Yes I am" replied the Senator, proudly. "And now so are you. In a few moments, you will forget that you were ever a man. You will forget the name Sean. Instead, you will think of yourself as Abby. Tell me Abby, tell me how much you enjoy being a woman."

"I....I love...being a woman" said Sean, struggling against the thought swelling up in his mind. He could not stop them. He could not control them. His new thoughts were telling him that he was a woman. He had always been a woman.

No! Stop! But there was nothing he could do. His mind was altered beyond his ability to do anything. He could feel his new feminine self starting to emerge and take over.

"You will go home, and find John Fletcher. You will find that you are madly in love with him now, and would do *anything* for him. You will tell him that you are his love slave, and you will do anything to please him. You want him. You are a woman now, and he is the man you love."

Sean roiled inside. He tried to resist the commands, but it was futile. It was as if *he* was commanding himself. He could not stop it. His heart beat faster as he thought of the man he loved, John. Oh how he wanted John. He would do anything for his love. He would be like a slave to him. He had to do *anything* to please him.

"You will send John's daughter Melissa here to work with me. I will help her cope with her new issues that *you* gave her. But as for you Abby, you will be nothing but a love slave to John, living only to serve him. Even if he tries to push you away, your only need, your only desire, is to serve him. You are so deep in love that he is all that matters to you. You and your womanly needs."

Sean nodded. It was true. The Senator did not need to tell him something like that, which was a plain and simple fact.

"You are a woman in every way but one" said the Senator. Your mind is weak, like a man's. You feel feminine, but you are not a *real* woman. Only an empty shell of one, wishing with all your heart that you could be a real woman. You want to have real breasts of your own. You want a pussy between your legs. You want to be a woman physically too now."

"I want to be a real woman" said Sean.

"Go now. Go to your Master. Serve him well, Abby. Remember, I will be watching you. Go woman! Leave me now!"

"Yes sir" said Abby, who could not remember how she got into the office. Why was she seeing a Senator? She couldn't remember. She couldn't even recall the name of the senator she had just met with, once she was in the hall. All she could think of was the love of her life, John. She had to get home to see him, so she could serve him. She would do anything for her man. She was proud to serve him, like a slave.

 

* * *

 

"What have you heard from my father?" asked Melissa. She was working as one of the Senator's secretaries now. He helped her financially with her surgeries, and she was becoming more and more of a real woman every day. She was on female hormones now too, and her skin was already smoother and softer.

"He works hard at his little company. Since Mr. LaSalle gave him full control and all voting shares of stock, your father has done very well indeed. He will come here next month to check on you."

"Can I have a day off before he comes, so I can get my hair done? I know its a lot to ask, but a woman needs certain things..."

"Not to worry dear. I'll give you the whole week off, with pay. It will be special for you to show off your new town to your father. Relax, and enjoy it. Family is the most important thing. Always remember that."

"I will" said Melissa, with a tear on her cheek, as the Senator left.

"He's so kind" she said to Charlene.

"He sure is. You're lucky to have such a nice boss. Most men in this town are after just one thing from a woman, so don't you ever forget that."

Melissa nodded. She had so much to learn about politics. The Senator told her that she had a bright future, and she would work her way up. One day, she might be a Senator herself. She was a lucky girl, she thought, to have such a wonderful chance to succeed in life. It was good to be a young woman.

  

  

  

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