More of a Challenge                by RJMcD                         © 2000 RJMcD

 

Donny awoke first. He moved and the first sensation that registered was that he was on a very hard, flat surface. The second sensation was that he was naked.

The rest of the information all came at him at once: it was pitch black, it was cold, he was groggy, he was sore, and he had no idea where he was or what had happened.

He sat up. It wasn't just dark like it might be in a theater before they turned on the projector; it was dark like when he was in the dark and then had closed his eyes. He held his hand close to his face and saw nothing.

He shivered. Rubbing his skin took away some of the goosebumps but only for a minute. The goosebumps weren't all caused by the cold.

What the hell had happened to him? Where was he?

He felt around. The floor was apparently poured concrete, smooth and hard. He reached farther out and finally contacted a wall three feet behind him. Smooth and hard. But at least he had a boundary he could deal with.

He moved up to a kneeling position, first feeling above him to make sure he wouldn't bump his head on anything.

It took another minute before he touched the body. He jerked his hand back and heard a moan.

What now?

He sat on his heels and tried to think.

Eddie! And the guy that wanted to hire them to create a diversion while he broke into the liquor store! It was coming back quickly now as his mind cleared.

There was a guy, an older guy in his late twenties, that approached them when they were hanging out behind the mall. He had big plans to make a score ripping off Joey's over on Handleson Avenue but he wanted a lookout. He made it plain he wasn't looking for partners. No split. Flat fee. Half in front and half after. More of the same if it worked out. Donny hadn't been too eager but Eddie jumped right into it so Donny went along. They'd gone to the guy's place so he could explain it. What was the guy's name? Donny couldn't remember that. Maybe the guy had never mentioned his name.

He'd brought both of them cold cans of beer from the kitchen. Already opened. That's right! The beer! They'd been drugged. Hell, what was that all about? Neither one of them had any money. Why kidnap them? They'd both dropped out of high school and both he and Eddie had just turned eighteen so they hadn't been able to get any jobs until now. Then they'd found out nobody wanted to hire a dropout. Well screw them. There were other ways to make a buck. All they had to do was find them.

Was the body Eddie?

Or the other guy?

Or somebody else entirely?

Donny didn't want to press it. Especially being naked. It was bad enough he was only 5'5", something he'd had to deal with for too long. It made him self-conscious. Eddie was only an inch taller, though he lied and said he was 5'7 1/2". Donny thought that was why Eddie had sought him out and tried to make friends; Donny was somebody the same age who was actually shorter than he was.

Not that Donny had been looking for a friend. Especially a friend like Eddie who was actually kind of a jerk. Talking big, lots of lies, always putting down people when they were out of earshot, being nasty to people who were in a position where they couldn't answer back.

Damn, it was cold! He rubbed his skin again, trying to warm himself.

He explored in the other direction, away from the body, and found the other walls as well as a solid steel door. He stood at the door, feeling every square inch, but didn't find hinges, handle or keyhole. It was the shape of a door but that was about it.

The body moaned, louder this time.

Donny stood still and waited. After a minute he resumed working his way around the room. It turned out to be about ten feet on each side, every surface smooth and hard.

"Shit!" the body said.

Donny jumped.

"What the....Where the....." the body said.

It sounded like Eddie but garbled, as if the speaker had a mouth full of food.

Donny waited until he heard movement. It was difficult to determine what the movement was, or even it's direction.

"What the fuck is this?" the body said and he was then sure it was Eddie's voice.

"Eddie?"

'AHH!!"

"Eddie. Easy. It's Don," he said. He had always called himself Don and tried to get others to do the same but no one would. It was always Donny.

"Goddamn it, man! You scared the crap out of me! Where the hell are you?"

"Over here, against the wall," Donny said.

"Over here? That doesn't mean shit to me. I can't see two inches in front of me.............You got any clothes on?"

"No."

"Me, neither," Eddie said. "What the hell happened? God, it's cold in here. What's....hell, I can't think!"

"I think we were drugged, and like kidnapped," Donny said. "I don't understand the rest."

"Drugged? Sure, like they're gonna get ransom out of my old man," Eddie said. "The fucker can't pay the rent......What's the deal here? Where the hell are our clothes, man?""

"We're in a room," Donny said. "Like a cell, I think."

"Jail?.....Naw, that's bullshit. This ain't no jail."

"The door is steel. It doesn't even have a keyhole," Donny said. "I don't know what's going on."

They were both quiet for a minute.

"That asshole! The robbery! He's the one that drugged us!"

"Yeah."

"Yeah........Why?"

"I don't know," Donny said.

"This don't make no fuckin' sense," Eddie said. "What's the angle? What does he get out of this?"

"I don't know, Eddie."

"And why take our clothes?"

Donny didn't answer.

"This concrete is cold as hell!"

Wasn't Hell supposed to be hot? Donny didn't bother saying anything.

Eddie was silent.

Donny used the wall as a guide and sat down. He was fully awake now but no less confused. They remained silent for some time. Maybe it's cold because we're in a cellar, he thought, or underground at least. Maybe they took our clothes so we wouldn't try to escape. But escape what?

"Figure we ought to bang on the door?" Eddie finally said.

"That might be trouble," Donny said.

"Fuck trouble! I'm cold!....And I'm hungry! I'm not gonna take being treated like this! Start shoutin'. See what happens."

That was just like Eddie, Donny thought. If it was safe, Eddie would do anything, but if there was any element of risk he wanted Donny to do it.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Donny said.

"Pussy!"

"I don't hear you shouting," Donny said.

The cell was quiet.

After a few minutes Eddie grumbled, "Man, this is bullshit."

Five minutes later Donny said, "I couldn't reach a ceiling and all the walls and floor are smooth concrete. I'm gonna feel around on the floor."

"Just keep you hands away from me," Eddie said. "I'm over here in this corner."

Donny had a difficult time judging the direction of his voice in the pitch darkness. He slowly felt his way across the floor of the cell.

In a few minutes he said, "There's a drain in the middle."

"Wonderful," Eddie said sarcastically. "We'll turn ourselves into water and get out of here."

Donny found nothing else and returned to his position sitting against the wall.

Half an hour later Eddie said, "I don't like it that he took our clothes."

Donny said nothing.

After a longer period of time Eddie asked, "You scared?"

"Yeah," Donny said.

Eddie said nothing.

After a very long period of time Eddie said, "What're we gonna do, just wait?"

"I guess," Donny said.

"I'm cold and I'm hungry," Eddie said.

"And what are you going to do about it?" Donny asked.

Eddie didn't answer.

After the longest period of time yet Eddie said, "Now I'm thirsty."

"I wish you hadn't said that," Donny said, suddenly noticing his own thirst.

"Well I am!" Eddie said.

"Now so am I," Donny said.

Hours later Eddie said, "When they open the door we make a run for it."

"We don't know what the deal is yet," Donny said. "This could all be a mistake. It has to be a mistake."

"Don't be a wimp! We've got the element of surprise with us. They open and door and we split. If it's a guard with a gun then we both hit him before he knows what's happening, get the gun, and take off."

"Naked," Donny said.

"Screw that! First we get out, then we get clothes."

Donny thought about it.

"Suppose they have a microphone in the ceiling?" he said. "Good-bye surprise."

"There's no microphone in the ceiling, you asshole! Who ever heard of a microphone in the ceiling of a jail cell? What a wimp!"

"Who ever heard of a jail cell this cold? Where the prisoners are naked? With a door instead of bars? Where they drug someone to bring them there?"

Eddie didn't answer.

"And why us? We didn't do any crime."

"Speak for yourself, kid," Eddie said. "I'm wanted by lots of people."

They were both eighteen but Eddie frequently called Donny "kid". It was just one more thing that Donny found irritating about the guy. If it hadn't promised to be a heated exchange Donny would have told him weeks ago to stay away from him. It was just easier to not bother. Besides, Eddie did occasionally come up with some good ideas for picking up a few dollars.

Sitting on the cold cement floor was uncomfortable and they started moving around. Donny would stand for a while, then squat, then sit, then try to lay down on his back, then curl up with his back against the wall, then start the series all over again. They were getting restless, too. When was someone coming to explain what this was all about? When could they talk to someone and tell them it was a mistake?

After a very, very long time Eddie said, "I'm getting tired. I'm going to try to sleep sitting up so don't make any damn noise for a while."

Two minutes later the lights snapped on. They were so glaringly bright and so intense that Donny figured the entire ceiling must be nothing but a grid of powerful floodlights.

Both almost jumped out of their skins when it happened, screaming at the pain in their eyeballs and the suddenness of it. Both curled into fetal like balls, slapping their hands over their burning eyes and the pain that shot through their heads. They rocked their bodies, moaning, and the lights suddenly went out.

It was at least ten minutes later that Eddie said, "Shit, I didn't know light could hurt so much, man."

"No kidding," Donny said. "Why did they do that, that's what I want to know."

Eddie didn't have an answer.

An hour later they had calmed down and relaxed again.

The lights snapped on just as suddenly and caused almost as much pain. After five minutes they went off.

By now they were frazzled and their exhaustion was more apparent. The discomfort caused by their thirst and hunger, added to their inability to find a comfortable position on the hard floor, was fraying their nerves.

The lights made thirteen more appearances in the next eleven hours. Donny and Eddie learned to keep their eyes closed and their heads bowed most of the time, so the snapping on of the lights caused less and less pain each time. It did make them very edgy, however. After the fourth time Eddie started complaining more and pretty soon Donny was joining him even though he knew it just showed how scared he was getting.

The lights were so bright and they were on for so little time that neither of them actually got to look around the cell.

An hour and ten minutes after the last appearance of the lights both Donny and Eddie were getting nervous about the lights being overdue. Any second now.....

But two hours later nothing had happened.

"Figure the thing with the lights is over?" Eddie asked.

"Maybe," Donny said.

"What was with that?"

"I dunno," Donny said. "It hurt at first. It kept us from sleeping. It made me a nervous wreck. But... I dunno. Why would anybody want to do those things to us?"

"Because they're nuts!" Eddie said.

After another hour they relaxed.

Thirty minutes later the lights went on again and this time they stayed on for half an hour. Toward the end Donny got a peek at the cell. It was pretty much as he expected it would be. The door was slightly off center in one wall. The lights had also warmed the room to a substantial degree.

There was no pattern to the lights over the next twelve hours. At times there was only a few minutes respite between appearances but at other times it was almost an hour; at times they stayed on for thirty seconds while at other times they stayed on five minutes or more.

"Why the hell are they doing this?" was one of Eddie's frequently complaints.

"How the hell should I know!" was one of Donny's frequent replies.

By the end of their first twenty-four hours in the cell they were very thirsty, very hungry, very tired, very uncomfortable, very scared, and very on edge.

Then the noise started.

In the pitch black cell it probably sounded louder than it really was but Donny believed it would have blasted them out of their seats even if the lights had been on. It was very, very loud, and very jumbled. A second of music, screaming, crowds, crashes, weird stuff, all mixed together without any rhythm or sense.

They clamped their hands over their ears immediately but the sound was so loud it easily penetrated. They curled up, trying to bury their heads in separate corners of the dark room but it did little good.

Then the noise abruptly stopped.

"What the fu..." Eddie started. He realized he could barely hear himself. The noise, though gone, was still ringing in his head. He shouted, "What was that?"

He got no reply and figured Donny couldn't hear him. He waited a while, then shouted again. This time the shout sounded normal in his own ears.

"Don't fuckin' shout at me!" Donny shouted. "And it was noise."

"Why?"

"Beats the hell out of me," Donny said.

"This shit's driving me nuts!" Eddie said.

"Maybe that's the point, Eddie!" Donny said.

"And what's the point of that point?" Eddie said. "I mean, why do these assholes want to drive us nuts?"

"If I had a damn answer I would have told you!" Donny said.

"Shit!" Eddie said.

"It's like terror tactics or something," Donny said. "Like they're trying to break us or wear us down.... Man, I can't figure it..." He shut up because he suddenly felt like crying.

Over the next eight hours the noise came ten times and by then they were puddles on the floor. Thirst and hunger tore at their bodies and made their minds weak and unable to focus. Their supply of adrenaline was depleted, as were the nutrients that kept their nerves stable. They were neither awake or asleep, but simply curled into balls with their arms and hands over their heads. They were no longer scared, but simply cowed.

That's when the set of normal one hundred watt bulbs came on and the door opened.

Both Donny and Eddie were slow to realize what was going on. When they opened their eyes and saw light they shut them immediately. It took a few moments to realize that the light was not from the glaring, painful floodlights. Hesitantly, they opened their eyes again. It took time for them to adjust and when they did both prisoners looked around. The figures standing in the doorway were blurred.

"Ah..." Donny said in surprise, the noise coming out like a croak.

The largest figure was a man dressed in black. He was six foot, maybe a bit more, and weighed at least 190 pounds. The smaller figures were slender, one probably 5'6" and wearing a short black dress. She was carrying something at waist level. The other was about three inches taller, also dressed in black.

"Who..." Eddie tried, his voice like sandpaper.

"I've decided to give you some water and a light meal," the man said.

Both Donny and Eddie's survival instincts snapped into focus and they sat up.

"The only thing required of you in return," the man said, "is that you follow my first instruction. It's a simple one. Listen carefully. You are permitted to say nothing except 'Yes, Sir' or 'No, Sir' until I tell you otherwise."

Donny and Eddie looked at each other and frowned. Their groggy minds also registered the fact that the other looked terrible. Each was drawn, limp and frightened looking. And each was naked. They instinctively covered their genitals.

"Now, would you like a cup of water and a light meal?" the man asked.

"Yes!" Eddie blurted.

The man shot him.

Eddie screamed and grabbed his stomach, twisting around with intense pain. His limbs jittered and shook as he yelled and squirmed.

Donny watched in terror. His weakened muscles braced to jump aside in case the man took a shot at him. Whatever it was apparently wasn't fatal, but judging by Eddie's screams and twisting body it was both very painful and caused the loss of control of his muscles. It had to be like one of those things women carry to repel would-be rapists and purse snatchers, he thought.

The man and girls in the doorway waited Eddie out. When he had stopped moaning and twisting the man said, "A simple instruction and you failed. When you fail you are punished. Now both of you get on your knees."

Donny did as he was told. It took Eddie longer but he also managed. Hands covering their genitals, they waited.

"Donny," said the man, looking direction at him, "would you like a cup of water and some food?"

There was a pause before Donny quietly said, "Yes, Sir."

The man looked at Eddie. "You failed to obey me so your option has been removed," the man said.

The man nodded to the smaller girl and she brought a tray toward them. There were two paper plates with a small amount of food and two tin cups filled with water, but no utensils.

"Place the food and water on the floor in front of you, Donny," the man said, and Donny eagerly took the items off the tray.

Both were starving and very, very thirsty. Eddie looked at the food and drink with a desire that was so openly displayed it was pitiful.

"Take a sip of water, Donny. Not too much; your mouth is very dry," the man said.

He quickly grabbed a tin cup and sipped the water. Though he felt bad for Eddie he wasn't about to say anything.

"Enough!"

He stopped.

"Are you thankful for the food and water I've allowed you to have?" the man asked.

Still hesitantly and still with no enthusiasm he answered "Yes, Sir."

"I don't hear gratitude in your voice," he said. "Perhaps you don't want what Melissa has prepared for you. Shall I have her take it back?"

"No, Sir!" he said quickly.

"Then you are thankful?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"That's better," he said. "Enjoy your meal then!"

Donny devoured the small plates of food and the cups of water in less than a minute. Eddie looked on, vicariously following every movement. If he'd had any moisture left he would have drooled. As it was he looked like he couldn't believe that the food and water was in front of him and that he couldn't have any. The pain of being shot and his worn down will were the only things that kept him from grabbing the food and water out of Donny's hands.

"Melissa," the man said, and the girl came forward, picked up the cups and plates, and returned to the doorway.

"You have a lot of questions," he said, "and I'm going to answer most of them. First, however, there's something we need to take care of. Stand up."

They stood slowly, their brains numb and their bodies sore.

"Put your hands behind your head," the man instructed.

Neither wanted to bare his privates but they were so exhausted and still so hungry and thirsty that it just didn't seem worth the effort to object. And then there was that disabling and painful gun... They put their hands behind their heads.

"Good. Spread your feet."

They glanced at each other but did as they were told.

"Melissa will now place a ring on you," the man said. "It will fit loosely but not so loose that you can remove it. Stand still."

Eddie shifted without moving his feet. Donny remained motionless except for a squint as he tried to better make out what the figures in the doorway looked like.

The smaller girl approached Donny. He didn't really like the idea of being naked in front of someone his own age, at least in this kind of situation. If it had been a date or something it would have been different, but he was apparently some kind of prisoner so it was embarrassing to have this attractive girl handle his dick and his sack. Not that she fooled around. She lifted his nuts, slipped the open bracelet around them and his dick, and snapped it shut. Just like it was no big deal.

By then his eyes had adjusted to the light and he could see her better. She was eighteen, maybe seventeen, and very pretty, with a cute nose and big brown eyes. From what he could tell she had a good figure, though her dress had so much material and was so loose that it was hard to tell.

She moved over in front of Eddie and lifted his genitals. He jumped a little when she first touched him and she smiled at him. Not in amusement. It was more of a smirk. She snapped his bracelet in place and returned to the door.

Donny squinted to try to see the man better but there was a stronger light behind him than the light in the cell so he was blurry.

"Follow Melissa," the man said, and stepped away from the door.

The girl walked from the cell, checking behind her to see if Donny and Eddie were doing as they'd been told. They were moving toward the door, but slowly and a little like zombies. Eddie glanced at the floor outside cell where the girl had put the tray as if he hoped to absorb some crumbs just by looking.

The man and second girl.....in the light now they could see that she was black and the man white....were standing to the side when they went through the doorway and they turned in the other direction to follow the one called Melissa. Neither of them was thinking too clearly though they were able to get a general impression of where they were.

The walls, like the walls of the cell, were concrete and unmarked. Fluorescent lights illuminated a wide, short hall. They passed two doors on either side. They followed the girl through the door at the end of the hall and entered a much larger room. There were a couple bathroom stalls to the right and a pair of massage tables in front of them. On the far wall there were three sinks. But the largest part of the room was on the left and it contained a dark blue tiled open shower area with half a dozen nozzles coming from the wall.

The girl pointed to Eddie and said, "You. Over here."

Donny watched as Eddie followed the girl to a massage table.

"Get up there. Face down," she said.

It normally wouldn't have been difficult but after what they'd been through Eddie barely was able to make it.

The girl efficiently hooked metal bands over his ankles, wrists and neck and it was plain he wasn't going anywhere.

"Now you," the girl said to Donny. He started walking toward the second massage table but she stopped him. "Over here, sweetheart," she said. Again, there was no friendliness in her voice.

Donny went to the side of the table. The girl got something from the shelf below the table and plugged in the cord.

"The device removes hair," the man said. He had come in behind them and Donny hadn't realized it. Donny turned to face him, able now to get a better look at him. "Up to three or four finer hairs at once," the mad continued. "You will remove every hair from your friend's body, starting at the neck and working down. "I don't expect any problems from you, but in case you disappoint me you'll find that your punishment is very painful. The bracelets that Melissa put on you are capable of causing so much pain that even at a modest setting you'll instantly be on your knees, screaming loudly. Melissa, Alisha and I all have remote controls."

Without another word he and the second girl turned and left.

"There will be no communicating, either by word or gesture," Melissa said. "Begin."

Donny looked at the device. It was simple, with an On/Off button and a very small pair of flat blade pincers at the end obviously operated by squeezing his hand. He moved up to Eddie's shoulders and searched for hair.

"Even the finest hairs must be removed," Melissa said.

Donny nodded and bent close. He selected some fine hair on Eddie's shoulder, grabbed them in the pincers and pressed the On button. Eddie jerked a little but more from the surprise of the tiny electrical shock than any actually pain.

Donny kept at it, gradually working his way down the body on the table. At somewhere around the middle of the back Eddie fell asleep. The padded surface of the table was just too tempting, and the tiny stings he felt when Donny zapped a few hairs weren't enough to overcome days without sleep or nourishment.

It took far longer than Donny imagined it would. He lost his self-consciousness about getting close to Eddie's nakedness in his search for hair. When he finally finished he went back and checked very carefully to see if he had missed any.

"Now come over here," Melissa said. He went with her to the second table and was strapped down just like Eddie. She then returned to the first table, woke Eddie with a slap on the butt, unstrapped him, and instructed him to do to Donny what had just been done to him.

Donny was surprised that he, too, drifted off to sleep almost immediately despite the minute stings of the hair remover. It had been his intention to try and think about what was going on but the softness of the padded table top seduced him too fast. The next thing he knew he was being slapped on the butt.

"Now the front," Melissa said. "Leave a two inch wide line of public hair up the middle. Square it off on top, right here," she said, indicating the place she meant.

Donny was more self-conscious this time, especially when he got down to Eddie's nuts. Eddie had fallen asleep again, but when he felt stings there he came awake. Donny had to move Eddie's bracelet around a little to get to the areas beneath it and he noticed that what the man had said was true: it was loose but not loose enough to take off no matter how things were manipulated.

When Donny thought he was done the girl told him to do Eddie's face, including the sideburns all the way to a point level with the top of the ear connection. That was tricky because even in three days the guy hadn't grown much facial hair and it was hard to get the short stubs between the pincers.

As soon as he'd finished he put the device down and moved to the second table without being told.

The girl had them apply a thick liquid hair remover to their entire bodies after the electrical removal was complete. They had to do each other's backs and then wait for a long time until she told them to use the showers.

"Make sure to dry thoroughly under your bracelets," she said when they had finished washing off the paste.

"Now out the door and turn left," she said.

They followed her instructions, walking without confidence, feeling odd and uncomfortable about having no body hair.

Are we supposed to join a swim team or something? Donny wondered. He couldn't think of any other reason they would make them do what they'd done.

The couple hours sleep that each of them had gotten while on the tables gave them a little more energy and helped clear their previously fogged brains.

"Straight ahead," the girl instructed. "Knock on the door when we get there."

The concrete floor was cold and hard under their bare feet, but the air outside the cell was normal temperature and both of them felt better. They started thinking about their predicament. It made even less sense to them now than it had in the cell.

Donny was the one who was told to knock on the door.

"Come in."

He turned the door handle and the trio walked into a room about the same size as the shower room. The man in black clothing was sitting in a chair on a small platform about two feet high. The second girl was standing along the wall to the right. Donny could now see that she was older than Melissa. Probably somewhere in her early twenties. She had long, auburn hair and was as gorgeous as Melissa was cute. He wasn't allowed to take a better look because Melissa snapped an order.

"Go ahead," the girl said and Donny and Eddie walked to within ten feet of the man before she told them to stop.

"Melissa?" he asked.

"No problems, Sir," she said. "They slept while on the tables."

The man looked at Donny and when their eyes met Donny felt as if the man was staring straight into his head. The man then turned to look at Eddie who, after a moment, broke eye contact and looked down.

"I know you have questions," the man said, "and you're in luck because I believe that there are a number of things you should know. That knowledge will give you direction, and make it easier for you to follow the plan.

"First, of course, you want to know where you are. That's something you don't need to know. You're no longer in Southern California. Or in the United States. It snows here.

"Second, you'll want to know why you are here. That's more complex and before I tell you the answer there's something else you need to know. Previously I gave you permission to say 'Yes, Sir' and 'No, Sir', and nothing else. Until I tell you otherwise you may now only say 'Yes, Sir'. No other words will pass your lips for the moment. Do you understand?"

Neither one wanted to appear wimpy but both knew that this wasn't the time to start something, so they muttered the asked for phrase.

"No, that won't do," the man said. "I expect a quick response, and one of normal volume. I won't punish you for that, but any time you disappoint me from now on you will be punished. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir," they both said.

He looked at them without saying anything for a moment, just to let it sink in.

"How long will you be here? Forever," the man said. "And now Why are you here? Because I was bored. Right out of school I made a lot of money in a short period of time. I've sold my companies and now I amuse and indulge myself. That's what you are--an amusement. And you will exist for my unquestioned pleasure. Being rich means I can have any physical object I want and, frankly, you start to take things for granted. I can even own people, up to a point..."

He paused.

"Well, let's cut to the chase shall we? What I want you to know is that there's no way out of here. If you should somehow make it to the exits of this building there are sensors that will activate your bracelets and set off an alarm. The higher settings that the sensors send the bracelets will cause you more pain than you can ever imagine, and you'll be on the floor screaming until you pass out from the pain. Long enough for my people to easily get to you and secure you. There are also sensors at the edges of the estate.

"Also know that if you disappoint me you will feel the pain of the bracelet. The levels are not set for punishment. They are set to guarantee that you obey. Therefore the degree of pain will be far more than you think you deserve for whatever you did wrong. The pain is that intense to teach you never to disappoint me."

"Human nature is such that you'll be tempted to test that, to see if what I'm saying is really true. After all, how bad can it be? Well, the right kind of electrical pain anywhere on the human body, though especially where you're wearing the bracelets now, can be the most awful thing in the world. There's no comparison."

He stopped to emphasize the point.

"Some time ago I decided to own a female sex slave," he said. "It worked out well....wouldn't you agree, Melissa?"

The girl smiled, "Yes, sir."

"And then I added Alisha to my household, which was a more interesting challenge," he said.

The black girl grinned at him.

"Recently my agent was looking for another candidate who had certain qualifications and he found the two of you. When he told me about you and sent a photo I told him to get both of you. Outside of being someone that no one will miss, you were both the right height and age. Those are the two things I can't change. You also had the right faces and bone structure."

Donny and Eddie were both stunned. Had he said female sex slaves? Was the guy nuts? Neither of them were back to normal despite the couple hours of sleep, the lack of cold, and being out of the cell. Still, could their brains be that foggy? The guy did say female sex slaves, but he skipped over it so fast.... What the hell was going on?

"If a girl didn't want to become what I wanted her to become, imagine how much more that was true with a male!

"Working out all the details was enjoyable. My beta run, as you might call it, was very successful. In the coming days you'll find out what those details are. No doubt you want to know more specifically what's in store for you, but telling you doesn't interest me.

"What will help this process along is for you to know that I've mapped out a step-by-step plan to completely feminize you, both physically and mentally, and at the same time train you to service me with the skills and attitude I desire. At the end of the process I'll have exactly what I want and I'll have had fun along the way.

"Needless to say, you're thinking you're not going to go along with that, and also needless to say I've anticipated that and made it impossible for you to refuse."

He paused again to let that point sink in.

This guy's a wacko! Donny thought. He didn't spell out the details but saying that he and Eddie were supposed to turn into female sex slaves made it plain enough! How could he think we'd let him do that to us?! How can he make it impossible to resist? He can inflict some pain, but that can only be so bad and if he doesn't want to kill us the guy will have to let up sometime. All we need to do is stick it out. It's scary as hell! But the alternative is worse!

Aside from a few fist fights Donny had never felt any real pain. The punches had hurt and he knew that he could stand pain if he had to. He figured that the bracelet would be like being hit in the balls. That had happened once in gym, before he'd dropped out of school, and it had hurt like hell. But if the choice was that or being turned into a girl sex slave then he would take it.

Eddie was weak in the knees. This was bad, really bad!, he thought. What I've got to do is stay calm! I'll go along with his crap as long as I can until I find a way to bust out of here. Maybe I can con Donny into being a diversion of some kind....

"Let's get things moving, shall we?" the man said. "Turn around and face each other."

Neither Donny or Eddie moved quickly but they did follow the command.

"Move closer and place your left arm on your friend's right shoulder."

They reluctantly did as they were told.

"Take your friend's dick in your right hand," the man said.

This was the first point where Donny really felt like trying to make a run for the door, or a run for the man giving the instructions. Both were a little too far away, however. And he noticed that the man and both females had taken identical items out of their pockets. The items looked like miniature TV remote controls and it didn't take a genius to figure that they were the units that controlled the electrical charges in the bracelets they wore.

Donny reached out and gingerly took Eddie's dick in his hand. He felt really weird doing it but for now it seemed like the only choice he had. A second after he moved he felt Eddie's hand around his own dick.

"Now jerk your friend off.", the man said.

Donny let out a breath, surprised to discover that he'd been so tense he'd been holding his breath. He started stroking Eddie's dick. A moment later he felt the same movement on his own organ.

Nothing much happened to either one of them for a minute or so. Then Eddie's dick starting growing.

Shit, Donny thought. If neither one of us had reacted to this we could have gotten by without doing anything. After a while the guy would have given up and let us stop. What the hell's wrong with Eddie?!

Eddie was turning red, embarrassed by his growing organ. He tried to will it into shrinking back to normal. They'll think I'm a damn fag, he thought.

Donny tried to fake the stroking, moving his shoulder more than necessary and trying not to move his hand much. It seemed to work because Eddie's organ stopped growing.

Thank God! Eddie groaned internally.

Neither of them had been aware that Melissa had approached. She moved up behind them so as not to block the man's view.

"Looks like you need some help," she said. She placed one hand on each of them, sliding her soft fingers up and down their backs.

Both Donny and Eddie were determined not to respond.

Melissa slid her fingers down to their asses. When she still got no response her hands glided around their hips and cupped their balls.

Donny and Eddie both started getting erections. Melissa ran her fingertips lightly over their sacks and the tops of their legs.

"That's it, girls," she said.

Girls! Donny thought. I've got a hard on and she's calling me a girl?! If it wasn't for the fact that a beautiful girl had played with my balls I wouldn't be stiff!

Melissa moved away from them.

"I want you both to come real big for me," she said. "Which one will be first? Which one finds his buddy's hand the most exciting?"

Her mocking reminder that it was Eddie's hand stroking his dick made Donny start to lose his erection. He went back to trying to fake his actions on Eddie's member but this time it had no effect. If anything, Eddie got harder.

I'm not letting a guy make me come! Eddie thought. That little bitch! I'd like to grab her by the throat and tell that bastard in the chair and his other girlfriend to drop their remote control things or I'd break her neck! Trouble is, he probably wouldn't give a damn. His little speech didn't sound like he really gave a rat's ass about anybody but himself!

"Smile!" the man said.

Donny and Eddie both turned and got a flash right in the face. They blinked. The guy had taken a picture of them jerking each other off!

"Fuck you!" Eddie yelled and lunged toward the man. Just as quickly he screamed the loudest scream Donny had every heard in his life! Eddie dove to the floor, grabbing his crotch! He continued screaming, writhing in obvious pain. His face was red, and he was doubled up and shaking like someone who'd gone completely mad! The screams kept coming and they were raw and intense and like nothing a human being makes. His hands were clawing at his crotch! He twisted and jerked and still he clawed at the bracelet!

Donny was terrified. He'd never seen anything remotely as terrible as what was in front of him. The screams were desperate and savage. The muscles in Eddie's neck were popping out and his skin was a bright red from his shoulders up.

Eddie's scream was cut off in mid-note and his body suddenly lost some tension. He still held his crotch but he no longer clawed the area. No words came out of his mouth. Instead there was a steady "Ah...Ah....Ah..." noise, almost like a chimpanzee. He remained curled up on the concrete floor, panting thickly as he fought to get air into his body.

Donny couldn't move a muscle. He felt if he tried his legs would have failed him. He stared at Eddie. This was almost incomprehensible. It scared the hell out of him and he hadn't even felt a thing! He couldn't imagine what Eddie was going through! He saw the exact second that they had started the pain...he didn't know if it had been the man or one of the girls who had pressed the button on their units...and he had seen the exact second it stopped. He had never seen anyone in such vicious and intense pain.

Eddie was still hurting in a major way, but it was obvious that the electrical charge had stopped.

No one said anything for the next ten minutes as Eddie slowly recovered. Donny watched him, unwilling to look at either the man or the girls, scared that he would draw their attention.

When Eddie finally was able to sit up the man spoke. "That was the second setting, and a short burst at that," he said. "There are two higher settings."

Donny shivered. It was all he could do to keep control of his bladder.

Eddie didn't seem to react to the man's statement. He was just coming out of it and his body still involuntarily twitched from time to time.

"I think you both now understand something," the man said. "You have no choice but to do as you're told. You will follow the plan that I have devised for you and in the end you'll be what I want you to be."

Donny couldn't believe that he was in a situation with no options. There were always options, some of them not very good but always options. He had never gotten himself into a situation where he hadn't been able to walk away. Until now.

Eddie turned on his hip and was attempting to stand.

"Stay there for a moment," the man said.

Eddie froze.

"I assume you're ready to resume your little show with your buddy?"

"Yes Sir," Eddie said quickly, his voice raw.

"Of course you are," the man said. "But that's not the way it works. When you disappoint me, and then decide to follow my instructions after all, I want you to volunteer to go to the next level. It's not enough anymore to just do what you refused to do. You have to go further. That's a rule here. It should discourage either of you from even considering misbehavior in the future."

He had turned to look at Donny during the last sentence and now turned back to Eddie. "I assume you're willing to move to the next level now?"

"Yes Sir," Eddie said.

"Good. Now instead of jerking your buddy off I want you to suck him off," the man said.

A stricken look washed across Eddie's face.

"Now," the man said simply.

Eddie was paralyzed with fear and revulsion.

The man smiled and raised the remote control.

"NO! NO! Please!!" Eddie screamed. "Please, no! Sir! Sir! Please don't! I mean Yes Sir! Yes Sir! Yes Sir!"

The man lowered the device.

"Here's another rule," the man said. "When I give a command it is to be obeyed immediately. Do it!"

Eddie scooted over in front of Donny and took his limp dick in his mouth. Donny was startled by the behavior but too terrified to object. He watched in horror as Eddie attempted to give him head.

The man took another photo and this time Eddie only winced and continued his assigned task.

After a few minutes Melissa said, "Sir?"

The man was silent for a moment. Finally he said, "No, Melissa. I'm not sure you could get things going. This one has no skills whatsoever. In any case, the point's been made." He turned to the boy on his knees, "You can stop sucking now. Stand up."

Eddie let Donny's still limp dick fall from his lips. He groaned in pain and it took him two full minutes to gain his shaky footing.

"I assume both of you now want to become my female sex slaves?" the man asked.

"Yes Sir," they quickly said.

"I thought so." He turned and nodded to Melissa who went to a narrow table against the wall and returned with two small boxes, each about the size of a telephone book. She walked to the two naked boys and handed one to each of them.

"If you're going to be girls you have to have the proper names," the man said. "Eddie you are now Ellie. Donny, you are now Donna. You will call each other by your new names and refer to each other as 'she' from this moment on. Open your boxes."

They did, only to discover pink shorty nightgowns.

"Put them on," he said.

Neither showed any outward signs of hesitation, remembering what the man had just said about being obeyed immediately. But both of them were humiliated and distressed by the simple garments. Eddie found it especially hard to move in a coordinated manner.

Their small pink panties had a delicate band of elastic lace around the low-riding tops. The lace pattern was repeated around the neckline and at the end of the short sleeves of the pink tops. Except for the bulge at the crotch their smooth shaven hips looked close to feminine in the bikini panties. They slipped the tops over their heads and let them fall down around their chests.

"You don't fill them out yet, but we'll take care of that before long," the man said. "Melissa and Alisha will now take you to your rooms and give you your instructions. They will be your trainers. You will obey them as you would obey me. Is that understood?"

"Yes Sir."

"Yes Sir."

He smiled. "You will be allowed to speak to both Melissa and Alisha, but always speak respectfully."

He nodded to the girls.

Donny followed the girls and Eddie unsteadily brought up the rear. Eddie was groaning with each step and walked with his legs apart, making himself look like he was rocking from side to side as he moved forward, trying to keep his thighs from disturbing his ravaged genitals.

They were led a short distance down the hall and Melissa unlocked a solid steel door. She motioned Eddie inside the room and told him to wait. Without saying anything she crossed the hall and opened another steel door.

"Inside," she said.

Alisha stood sentry at the door.

Donny entered another cell, double the size of the first. There was a huge difference with this one, however. It looked more like an efficiency apartment. The bare walls were painted a soft pink, and there was a light beige carpet on the floor. A single bed, covered in pink satin sheets, with a ruffled band of material around the bottom, dominated the small room. There was one overstuffed chair, covered in a pink, grey, and beige fabric. A chest of drawers was against one wall.

In the far right corner there was a narrow door and Donny could see a compact bathroom area consisting of commode, shower and sink. A doorless and empty closet was next to the bathroom door.

The only unfamiliar item in the room was a metal protrusion, shaped like half of a ball, located on one wall about three feet from the floor. It was about a foot across and bulged out maybe eight or nine inches. It was secured to the wall by three evenly spaced padlocks.

"This will be your apartment during training," Melissa said. "You'll always sleep in lingerie, so don't undress. There are cameras in the ceiling as well as microphones. If you do anything stupid you'll be punished."

Donny shivered involuntarily.

"The lights work automatically or by remote. When they go out, you go to bed. When they come on, you'll get up. You may call me Ma'am or Melissa, and the same with Alisha. As our owner said, you're to obey us the same as you obey him. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am," Donny said. "He said we could talk..."

"Your owner," she said with emphasis, "said you could talk."

Donny took her meaning. "My owner said I could talk."

"That's correct," she said.

"What's going to happen to us?" he asked nervously.

"Andrew owns you so whatever he wants to happen to you will happen to you. As he said, you'll be trained in how to be a girl."

"But...what exactly does that mean?"

"That's a stupid question," she said. "We'll be back shortly with something to eat and drink."

She turned to leave.

"Could you bring more than last time? I'm really hungry and thirsty," he said.

"Our owner decides when you will eat and drink, what you will eat and drink, and how much you will eat and drink," she said. "You have no say in the matter. Get used to the idea that he owns you."

She walked out the door, closing it behind her. Donny heard a key twist and a bolt slide home.

No use checking to see if it's locked, he thought.

He hoped there would be bigger portions of the food and a bigger cup of water but knew he'd have to wait and see what he was given. He was still exhausted from being kept awake for three days, and still weak from the lack of nourishment, but his brain was beginning to work better. Some of the things that the guy said hadn't really registered at the time. He'd been a little foggy from the lights and the noise. And what had happened to Eddie had been so shocking that other thoughts had been pretty much cleared from his head.

He looked around the pink room. The half ball metal cover caught his attention and he inspected it closer but was unable to loosen it to find out what was underneath.

Cameras, he thought.

He looked up at the ceiling. The walls were tall....probably twelve feet...and the ceiling was mostly solid, with a eight or nine light bulbs showing but no floodlights. There were holes in all four corners and he could see the reflection of a camera lens in a couple of them.

He tested the bed and it seemed comfortable....and very tempting. But he wanted to stay awake for the food and water, and besides, the girl had more or less said he could only sleep when the lights were off. As much as he wanted to lie down, or even sit in the chair, he decided to stay on his feet to stay awake.

He explored the rest of small apartment, finding nothing interesting.

What the hell is this "girl" thing? he thought. Why did they make us remove our body hair and wear girl's nightgowns? You can't change a boy into a girl! The guy had to be off his rocker. That was scary. Bad enough to have some asshole kidnapping him, but a nut case....!!

And what was with the lights and noise? he wondered. They wore him out, both mentally and physically but there had to be more than to it than running down his resistance. Maybe that had been part of it, but not all. Maybe it was to show that the guy was in control of them. That he could do what he wanted. He could decide to keep them awake and they were kept awake. It also scared him and that was probably part of it, too.

Both the girls seemed to be under his control. It was hard to tell if one of them was senior to the other, even though the black girl, the one who hadn't spoken yet, was slightly older. Melissa was the one who did everything, while the woman called Alisha seemed to just tag along. It was extra irritating to Donny to be bossed around like that by a girl his own age. Hell, maybe that's why the man had her doing everything. Well, whatever the case, they were both very fine looking.

He was still feeling the effects of the lights, the noise, the lack of sleep and nourishment. What he needed to do was focus on getting out. He didn't care what country he was in or anything else. Whatever was out there had to be better than this!

Donny moved around the room. The bare, pale pink walls reflected and colored the white light from the ceiling, giving everything a pinkish caste, his own skin included. As his mind cleared he felt more and more uneasy about wearing the nightie. He was actually building up to taking it off when a picture flashed in his brain. Eddie, with his red face and his jaw stretched open as he screamed in terror and pain! Damn! That was terrifying!

A few minutes later the door opened and Melissa brought in a tray with a paper plate and a tin cup on it. The portions were the same as his first meal. She stood watching while he eagerly wolfed it down and he was embarrassed by his own hunger and thirst. Not embarrassed enough to slow down, though.

Without saying a word she picked up the tray and left.

Thirty minutes later she was back, this time with Eddie standing next to her and Alisha standing behind them. Like him, Eddie was still wearing the pink nightie. Eddie kept his eyes on the floor and never looked at Donny.

"Follow me," she said.

Donny thought about jumping her and grabbing the remote control device, figuring Eddie to grab the other girl, but realized it was a stupid idea.

The foursome turned down the hall in the direction opposite the shower room and the room where Eddie had gotten zapped. They walked past the door to the cell where they had first awakened and into a room across from it. It was approximately twice the size of the shower room but filled with all kinds of seemingly unassociated items. There were two treadmills, set to a level position; two chairs similar to dental chairs were positioned off to one side, with all kinds of additional attachments hanging on thick steel poles; a pair of padded non-swivel office style chairs and small desks were to the far right, facing the wall, and there was a microphone on a stand on each desk. Donny noticed a set of the metal half globes jutting out from a wall, brothers to the one he had in his room, and just in front of them was a wooden speakers podium. An open area contained a pair of red exercise mats and near them was a clear area without carpet. Another area was set up almost like a little living room, with a very expensive couch, love seat, chair, and even a faux fireplace against the wall.

Digital video and still cameras had been positioned on tripods and scattered throughout the room. Donny noticed that there were no cords, other than power cords, extending from the video cameras but they reminded him about the peeps in the ceiling in his room. His eyes traveled up to the ceiling and sure enough there were video cameras openly mounted in each corner of the room.

He didn't have time to really look at the other furnishings in the room because Melissa instructed the two of them to go over to a dresser against the farthest wall.

"Ellie, your drawer is on the left; Donna, yours is on the right. Take off your nighties and put on the items in the drawer. When we're done here you'll take your nighties back to your rooms with you and change into them for bedtime," Melissa said. "Quickly, girls! Obey instantly or be punished!"

The boys hurried on bare feet to the dresser and opened the drawers. To their dismay they found that the contents included a full outfit of girl's clothing. A stuffed pink bra was on top, with pink bikini panties underneath. Below the undergarments was a loosely but neatly folded cotton dress. Donny's was pink and Eddie's was mauve. To the side were a pair of sling back sandals with pink straps.

They glanced at each other, but neither of them was ready to risk receiving the terrifying electrical jolt that the girls could easily send to their bracelets.

They removed their shorty nightgowns and panties, quickly putting on the panties from the drawers. The stuffed bras were another story. Neither one was able to get the thing on without fumbling, and both of them struggled with their hands behind their backs trying to get the hooks and eyes to meet up.

"You girls are the most uncoordinated...," Melissa said. "Ellie, hook Donna's bra for her."

 

Eddie did, and then turned so Donny could hook his bra.

 

The dresses slipped on overhead and the boys zipped each other up the back without being told to help. The short dresses were slightly snug from the waist up but flared loosely over their hips and thighs.

 

They took the sandals and sat in close-by chairs to put them on.

The thick one inch heels weren't all that difficult to stand in. Boots had higher heels than that. But the straps felt funny. In fact the whole outfit felt more than funny. Neither one liked putting on girl's clothing, though they wouldn't have cared to be nude, either. They felt like living jokes, but at the same time there was a seriousness to the threats and punishment that made them keep any objections to themselves.

 

"Well, you look like boys in dresses today," Melissa said. "That will change but it's acceptable for now. Stand together over there..." She pointed at a place near the dresser. "...and hold hands."

Donny and Eddie glanced at each other again but did as they were told.

Melissa got a camera and, after telling them to "smile real big", snapped four pictures.

 

"Okay, over there," she said, indicating a set of chairs in front of a counter and two mirrors.

When Donny and Eddie were seated she said, "Later, the first thing you'll do every morning after your shower or bath is

apply your makeup. You'll have your first lesson this evening so pay attention. It's important to get the basics down right, and

then we can experiment and find the look that's right for you."

She explained the idea behind the foundation, blush, eye and eyebrow makeup, accent makeup and lipstick. The boys tried to pay attention, but all the terms and all the concepts were new to them and most of it went over their heads.

They were both bothered by the idea of putting on makeup. Afraid to disobey, they followed the girl's instructions but didn't really grasp the reasons for all the different substances.

I've got to get out of here, Donny thought. They're serious about trying to turn us into girls, as impossible as that is, and it's only going to get worse. When they find out it can't be done the man is going to be very upset, and I don't want to still be here when that happens. The man...they referred to him just as Andrew... seemed to have designed everything so we'd have no options, but that didn't mean it was time to give up.

He couldn't see a way out at the moment, which is why he was going along with the things they wanted him to do. It was just a matter of not making any waves until the opportunity came up to split.

The big problem was the security that would set off the sensors, apparently at the highest or next to highest pain level, if he got as far as the door. So if the door was eliminated as a way out, the next thing to do was find a window or some other exit. If there were no windows....and he hadn't seen any....then the only option was to figure out the sensor and disable it. Maybe it could be blocked. After all, it sounded like it was just an electronic signal. There might be a way to wrap himself in something, some kind of metal or something, and block the sensor at the door. That would get him outside at least. The man said they weren't in the States so he'd have to deal with a foreign country. It would have helped to know which country it was. Not that he spoke any foreign languages, outside of a few cuss words.

While he followed Melissa's instructions and applied female makeup to his face he tried to figure out what he needed to know and how he could go about getting the information. Depressingly, there were way too many questions and zero answers. Since it would obviously be foolish to try anything until at least some of those answers were known, he resigned himself to having to stay obedient for a while. There wasn't any sense in pissing these people off, not when he had a bracelet around his dick and balls that could lay him out on the floor in a second's notice.

Eddie didn't say anything while they put on the makeup and Donny really didn't want to look at him. His own image in the mirror was tough enough to deal with....he didn't need to look at Eddie and see the result of what he was doing to his face.

Not being allowed to talk made things difficult, too. If Eddie had any ideas about getting out of there he'd never find out about them.

"Not terrible," Melissa said when they were done, "but not great, either.Take it off and do it again. Do better this time."

She instructed them on how to use the creams on the table to remove what had taken so long to apply. Zombie-like, from lack of sleep, they followed her commands.

Their second attempt was better, but Melissa said the improvement was "only barely enough to escape punishment."

By the fifth round she seemed moderately satisfied. She let them leave their makeup on and took them over to the treadmills. As exhausted as they were the idea of walking was daunting.

"You have to learn to walk like a girl," she said. "For me it comes natural, but your hips and gait are different. Get on the treadmill."

She turned on two projection TVs and started a tape. The same image appeared on the wall right in front of both treadmills, and showed Melissa herself, in pink dress and shoes identical to those they were wearing, walking on that very treadmill.

"Put the machines on Position One and begin. Match my movements. Hips, legs, feet, arms, shoulders....everything."

Donny and Eddie did as she said. Position One was a slow, casual walking speed and it was easy to meet.

Melissa turned on two video cameras behind them and they saw their own images projected next to the image of Melissa. They both hated seeing themselves in their pink dresses, shaved legs, and girls' shoes but neither was dumb enough to say anything about it.

It was surprising how, even at the same speed, watching Melissa walk and seeing themselves walking next to her showed totally different styles. They made a real effort to duplicate her movements and within ten minutes were doing a crude but moderately good imitation.

"This is how you will walk from now on," she said. "Day, night, all the time."

She let them stay at it for a full half an hour before turning off the cameras and TVs.

"This is as good a time as any to show you your water fountains," she said. "I imagine you've worked up quite a thirst."

She crooked a finger at them and they followed her to a wall. Sometime while they had been mindlessly walking on the treadmill, trying to make themselves move like her image, the other girl must have removed the two half domes on the wall. What Donny and Eddie now saw were two identical brass penises, sticking up at a slight angle.

"Kneel down in front of them. Donna, yours is on the right; Ellie on the left."

Neither had the strength of will to make even a token protest.

"These are exact replicas of our owners cock," she said. "There's a ring, which is set about half way down right down. It's brass but has a soft covering so it will show any teeth marks. If I find teeth marks you'll be punished. Wrap your lips around the ring and move it to the head of the cock and then back. Ten times and a bit of water squirts out. Ten more times and it squirts again, but with more water. Every ten times the amount of water increases. This is the only way you'll get anything to drink from now on, so get used to it. Begin."

"I don't think I'm thirsty, Melissa," Donny said.

"Of course you are, Donna. Very thirsty. It will take at least five or six squirts before you'll get enough water to satisfy your thirst. Begin!"

That was all the warning they needed. Both Donny and Eddie opened their mouths and moved forward, taking half the length of the brass penises inside. They wrapped their lips around the ring at the halfway point and pulled it back to the head.

"All the way up and all the way back," Melissa instructed. "If you don't go all the way the sensor doesn't register it and it won't count toward your ten."

After ten in and out movements a tiny bit of water squirted out the tip of the brass device. It was barely enough to wet their mouths and not enough to swallow. The very obvious comparison to a male sex organ reaching orgasm made the whole thing even more disconcerting.

Ten more in and out movements brought another squirt, this one a little larger but still insignificant.

The third set of ten movements brought what Donny thought of as a real squirt of water. Not a lot, but enough so he could swallow some.

Melissa was right. It took sixty in and out movements of his head to feel that he was actually getting a real amount of water. He was still thirsty but didn't want to have the thing in his mouth and thought she would let him stop. She had said that six squirts would be enough.

He sat back on his heels, waiting to see what she said. Eddie finished up a few seconds later and did the same thing.

"Time for bed, girls," Melissa said. "I know you're tired and we've got a full day tomorrow. We've got eighteen years of misgender education to correct in a very short period of time. Andrew wants you available on schedule, so let's go!"

They stood up, their legs weak, and followed her to the makeup table.

"You'll take off your makeup each evening," she said. "That is, unless you're entertaining our owner, of course. And if he allows you to stay the night with him you'll leave your makeup on."

Donny winced at the thought.

They removed their makeup, then followed her to the dresser where they picked up their pink nighties.

"Time for your hormone shots, girls," Melissa said. "Pull your panties down."

Hormone shots? Neither liked the sound of that and Eddie actually turned around to look at her and see if she was serious. As he did he noticed that Alisha was over the by the door, apparently standing guard. She had a remote in her hand. They pushed their thin panties down and stood still as Melissa administered a shot to each of them.

Following that, they were taken to their apartments. The first thing Donny noticed in his room was that the dome on the wall had been removed and a brass penis, a duplicate of the one in the training room, stuck out from the wall.

Melissa saw the direction of his glance and said, "You can have a drink anytime you like. Use your hand instead of your mouth and you'll be punished. Now get out of your dress and into your nightie." With that simple bit of information she left, locking him in.

Donny eyed the bed. He was too exhausted to think about anything other than sleep. He quickly stripped and put on the pink nightie. When the lights went out a minute later he hurriedly stretched out under a top sheet. Given a choice he would have stayed awake, thinking about the fix he was in and trying to figure out how to get out of it. As it was he was asleep two seconds after his head hit the pillow.

 

Training: Day Two

 

Donny's eyes snapped open and immediately closed again. The lights in the room had all come on all at once, accompanied by a loud noise and it had shocked him awake.

A few seconds later the loud, obviously amplified voice of Melissa came through speakers in the ceiling.

"Lights on! Out of bed! NOW!"

He moved quickly if somewhat awkwardly. He didn't know how much sleep they'd let him have but it wasn't enough. He was tired, and more than anything he wanted to crawl back into bed and curl up.

"Take care of your needs and get ready to enter your first full day of training," Melissa's voice announced.

Donny blinked his eyes and was starting around the bed to the toilet when he noticed the posters. Sometime while he had slept someone had come in and put up two large posters of naked men with erections. A third poster was a picture of Eddie and him in dresses and makeup....the picture Melissa had taken. He looked at that one, deciding that they both looked ridiculous. Like boys in dresses, as Melissa had said. Dumb looking, he decided. Awkward and uncomfortable even though they were smiling.

He used the facilities and then sat in the overstuffed chair. One of the other posters was right in front of him and he twisted the chair a bit so he faced the bed instead. He still felt tired but now he was waking up and it wasn't as bad.

This is getting weirder by the minute, he thought. What's the deal with the posters? They sure can't believe I'm suppose to like them. I don't even want to look at them! Ripping them down would cause a problem but that's what I'd like to do.

When the bolt on the outside of his door slid open Donny jumped. He realized he'd dozed off.

Melissa swung the door open without coming in. Eddie was standing behind her, dressed in his pink nightie just like Donny. This time there was no Alisha. Melissa had a pair of pink slippers in her hand and she held them out without saying anything. It was obvious he was supposed to put them on so he took them from her and sat down. They had heels a little higher than the shoes he'd been forced to wear the previous evening but they weren't all that high and they were pretty thick. When he stood up he didn't have much of a problem with his balance. He noticed Eddie had on a matching pair.

"Walk ahead of me to the training room, girls. And remember what you learned on the treadmill last night!"

Neither of them said anything, nor did they look at each other, as they attempted to duplicate the feminine sway of their hips and the proper placing of their feet.

Melissa followed, smiling at their pitiful attempts. They looked exactly like what they were....boys pretending to walk like girls. But Andrew had told her what to expect and she wasn't critical. They were learning.

In the training room she took them directly to the treadmill and started up the cameras and TV projectors. The new video projected in front of their machines was of her in a pink nightie and heeled slippers that matched what they were wearing. They got on the treadmills and saw their own images projected next to hers, just as they had been the night before.

She kept them at it for forty-five minutes this time. Aside from teaching them how to walk the heels would be shaping their legs.

After the treadmill she took them to the shower room where they cleaned up. She instructed them to carry their nighties with them back to the training room.

When they returned they found that someone, probably Alisha, had brought them breakfast. Each had two eggs, fried potatoes and two slices of toast with jelly. It was the best meal they'd had yet and they dug in with gusto. It was only after getting part way through the meal that they realized there was nothing to drink.

Damn, Donny thought. They're gonna make me use that thing again. Salt and pepper on the eggs, salt on the potatoes, and toast! I was already thirsty when I got up.... No way I'm going to stop eating, but....

Eddie seemed to have come to the same realization because he glanced at Donny and started eating a little slower.

Melissa watched them cross over from ravenous eaters to reluctant eaters and smiled. Just as her owner had said, it was fun making these boys follow the predicted course. They probably thought they were going to find a way out, she thought. If they only knew what was planned for the next five weeks!

After breakfast she took them over to the brass fountains.

"We've got milk for breakfast," she said. "Now kneel down and enjoy it."

Donny and Eddie knelt and put half of the brass penis in his mouth. They started bobbing their heads.

"By the way," Melissa said. "Our owner made a little adjustment in the program. It will take nine sets of ten to get as much liquid as you got in six sets last night. That's in and out ninety times, girls!"

Ninety! Donny thought. I don't want to do this one time. I'd rather die of thirst. And now they've got milk coming out of this thing!

What he didn't want, however, was to be put in the horrible pain that Eddie had experienced, so he bobbed his head and drank.

Melissa was counting silently, just as Donny and Eddie were, and when they were both almost to ninety she told them that if they were still thirsty they could continue if they wanted to.

The squirts of milk were substantial now. Donny hadn't really had enough but he so disliked having the penis shaped fountain in his mouth that he was going to quit, until he saw Eddie out of the corner of his eye. Eddie was still going so Donny didn't feel bad about adding another ten and getting an even larger shot of milk.

"Very good, girls," Melissa said. "Now let's put on your makeup and get you dressed."

They had to spend two hours putting on makeup and taking it off before Melissa was satisfied. She followed that with a lesson in applying finger nail and toe nail polish and then had them apply the liquid to their own nails.

The outfits they were made to wear were similar to the ones from the day before. This time the dresses were a little frillier, almost little girl -like, and they had to put on pantyhose as well. The heels were a bit taller, too, matching the slippers. When they were done Melissa instructed them in how to put on a wig and make sure the hair hadn't gotten mussed.

"Your own hair is pretty long," she said, "but not near long enough. Our owner likes his girls with long hair. Until yours grows you'll wear various wigs."

Seeing themselves in the mirror disturbed both boys. Their makeup was more effective today, and the wigs really made a huge difference in their appearances. They looked a lot more like girls than they had last night.

When they were finished she took half a dozen pictures, forcing them to hold hands and smile broadly.

The next hour was spent dressing and undressing, until they were able to go about the task with enough familiarity to look a little more graceful. They even got to the point where they were able to hook their own bras without any trouble.

Melissa led them in another series of lessons, starting with standing and sitting, over and over again.

"Keep your legs together, toes pointed," Melissa instructed. "And always smooth your skirt under you before you sit down. If you're on a couch or chair that is very soft or where the back is far away then you can scoot forward, turn your legs to the side and use that as leverage to get up. But never spread your legs for leverage. That's no longer allowed. Now do it again."

Neither Donny or Eddie counted the times they had to stand, sit, stand and sit, but when Melissa finally released them from their task the muscles in their legs were weak with exhaustion.

Donny was surprised when Melissa announced that they would now have a lesson in standing. What could there be to standing? But it turned out that girls stood differently than guys. There were just a few positions that the girl found acceptable for them and they practiced over and over. One, with the heel of one shoe aimed at the arch of the other foot, seemed to Donny like a pose he'd seen in pictures of women.

Almost an hour later Melissa said it was time to move on to something else.

Neither of them had been able to take a moment to think about their situation and what they might do about it. The girl had kept them constantly busy. It seemed that the world of a female was much more restrained and formulated than that of a male, from makeup right up to standing. Formulated, but not all that complex, Donny thought. You just couldn't plop down on a chair, but the acceptable way of sitting wasn't really that hard to learn.

None of the training had been physically demanding to any great degree, but the boys had gotten so little sleep that by the end of their standing lessons they were very tired.

The door opened and Alisha came in with a tray. Today she was wearing three inch high heels, making her an imposing six feet tall. She wore a bright yellow dress that complemented her smooth brown skin.

Neither had realized how hungry they were until they saw the food. Their stomachs growled and their eyes followed the girl as she took the tray to a small table.

"Time for a late afternoon snack, girls," Alisha said. "Have a seat and dig in."

The boys hurried to the chairs, automatically smoothed their dresses behind them, and sat.

Lunch consisted of beef stew with crackers, and a small dish of ice cream. The only utensils on the tray were a pair of spoons.

The beef stew was lightly salted and the crackers were dry. The ice cream coated their mouths and throats. It wasn't lost on either of them that meals were turning out to be consistently thirst generating. Yet they were both so starved that they couldn't refuse the food. Melissa hadn't said they had to eat, but both suspected that they would be told to eat whether they wanted to or not.

After their meal, of course, they were taken to the penis fountains. As they knelt Melissa told them that they could have as little or as much water as they wanted.

Donny fought an internal battle. He didn't want to put the brass penis in his mouth at all, but he also told himself that he'd already done it a couple times so what was the big deal. Plus, he needed to get his strength back if he was going to get out of this place.

He stopped bobbing his head after one hundred in and out movements and ten squirts of water. Eddie went to eleven squirts.

"Off with your wigs, girls," Melissa said. "And get back into your babydolls. You'll have a short nap and then Alisha will take you through the rest of the day. You are to obey her just as you obey our owner and me. Understood?"

"Yes, Ma'am," they said.

The thought of sleep spurred them into undressing quickly.

"Bring your dresses and undies with you," she said. "Put them away before you get ready for bed."

So anxiously were they to crawl into bed that they hurried to the door, where Alisha stood, without being told. They followed her, nighties swinging back and forth, to their rooms and were locked inside.

Donny took the bra and panties and put them in the drawer with the others. He noticed that his first bra and panty set had been washed. When he hung up the dress he saw that the first dress he'd been made to wear had also been cleaned and pressed.

Donny went to his bed and then had to restrain himself from pulling back the pink top sheet and getting in. The lights were still on.

A moment later the lights clicked off. He was asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

*********************

They used the loud sound and the lights again to wake him, and he again awoke with a start. It took a second to realize where he was.

Lights on means out of bed, he thought, and forced himself to swing his legs over the side of the bed and stand up. He stretched. There was no way to tell how long they'd let him sleep but it couldn't have been too long because he was still tired. His legs were a little sore, too.

He started around the bed to use the facilities but stopped when he noticed the new poster. It was another naked man and this one, too, had an erection. But it was different. The man was sitting in a chair, with one leg draped over an arm. Across the bottom of the picture was scrawled, "To Donna, With all my best, Sam".

What the hell was with that? he thought. I'm not Donna. I've never seen that guy in my life. And I sure as hell don't want pictures of naked men with erections on my wall. They know all that so what's the point? Nobody's fooling anybody.

He shook his head and went to the can. Ten minutes later the bolt slid out and the steel door opened. Alisha stood there, with Eddie behind her. He was looking at the floor, just like he had this morning.

Alisha held out a pair of white high heel backless slippers and Donny took them, noticing that they were a little higher than the ones he'd worn this morning.

"You may keep your other slippers in your room," Alisha said. "Sit down properly and put these on."

Donny sat down, actually glad she had reminded him how he was supposed to sit. He knew he wasn't alert enough yet to have done it like she wanted and he probably would have been punished for sitting down like a boy.

He put the new slippers on and stood up. The heels weren't really very tall and they were thick, but he still wobbled. It would have helped if they'd had backs to encase the heels of his feet, he thought.

The boys walked ahead of Alisha, awkwardly trying to master the slippers on their way to the training room. Adding to their unsteadiness was the fact that their legs felt tight.

The first things they had to do were touch up their makeup and put their wigs back on. When Alisha was satisfied with their appearance she took them to the area of the room that was arranged like a livingroom.

"You're going to be models," she said with a slight smile. "Ellie, we'll start with you."

Donny watched as Eddie obediently assumed the poses she wanted. It was amazing how much Eddie had changed. In appearance, but mainly in attitude. He did whatever he was told and never voiced the slightest objection. Donny never would have believed Eddie could have been so quiet and docile. The pain he'd experienced from the bracelet must have been really something.

Some of the poses were girly, pin-up types. Sitting on the edge of the love seat, for example, with his legs together, his fingers touching his knees and his arms straight. A cute pose in a nightie, his shaved legs looking....well, Donny thought, not bad, actually. Girls' legs.

In all the pin-up style poses Eddie was told to "smile wide", and he did. He had started blushing at the very beginning and never stopped until his turn was over. With the wig, makeup, nightie, slippers and grin he made a fairly convincing girl.

Damn, Donny thought. We've only been through a day of this crap and they've changed our appearance a hell of a lot. Thankfully, it's all temporary. The hair on our bodies will grow back, and the makeup can be washed off once we get out of here.

The second set of poses were more sexual in nature and it made Donny nervous. Eddie had to push his panties down and stand next to the love seat, bent over, with his legs spread. Then on his hands and knees, panties still down, legs still spread. Then, without moving his lower body, lowering his head to the rug and arching his back. A couple on his back, with his spread legs in the air, panties around one ankle.

Donny noticed that the angle Alisha chose always allowed Eddie's genitals to be hidden.

The rest were positions that were all about oral sex. Some were head shots with Eddie sticking out his tongue and grinning. In others he had his mouth open, kneeling in front of the sofa.

Even with the experience of the bracelet, Donny was surprised Eddie didn't say something when Alisha took him through those poses. They were so openly slutty. That wouldn't have been so bad if Eddie was posing as a guy, but in all the pictures he was in the position a girl would have been in.

By the time it was his turn Donny was highly nervous. If he hadn't seen the results of the remote on Eddie when they'd been lectured by the man, he would have flat out refused to do any of the poses. They were so damn female! So "Come and get me, big boy!"

But, remembering the terror on Eddie's face as he screamed and twisted on the floor was enough. He did as he was told, just as Eddie had done,

"You'll like the next part," Alisha told them, "but first let's do your hormone shot."

They stood still while she swabbed their hips with alcohol and then injected the hormones. When they started to pull their panties up she told them to take them off.

For the first time that evening Donny and Eddie's eyes met in a questioning look.

Alisha directed them to the other side of the room and had them sit in two chairs that looked like barber chairs, the major difference being that the seats had just barely enough depth to sit on.

The strong vertical poles by the left foot of each chair had half a dozen gadgets attached to them, all on arms that could apparently swing around in front of the chairs.

"Our owner invented this," she said, swinging one device so it stopped just in front of Donny's crotch. He eyed it nervously.

"He told us he was going to sell it but decided it cost too much to manufacture," she said as she swung a matching device around in front of Eddie.

"He said he got the idea from automatic milking machines on dairy farms," she said as she swung another arm around, this one with a TV mounted on it. It stopped two feet in front of Donny's face.

"Time for an evening at the movies," she said with a laugh, and swung another set in front of Eddie.

"Pull the sucker toward you and put your dicks in the rubber holes," she said.

Both boys hesitantly obeyed.

"Now I'll give you a little privacy," Alisha said and pulled a drape forward just far enough so it was between their bodies.

"Two rules," she said, the lightness gone from her voice. "You do not move until I tell you to, and you do not take your eyes off the TV screen. Understood?"

"Yes Ma'am," they said, almost simultaneously.

"Good. Show time!"

She walked around behind them and they heard a short series of clicks.

The soft, lubricated rings got snug around their dicks. At the same time the screens in front of them illuminated and video of a couple fucking came on the screen.

Porno! Donny thought.

It was the last thing he expected to happen that evening. They were being shown porno videos! If that wasn't the strangest thing....

Behind the wet rubber rings an equally wet and warm sheath contracted around the length of their organs. A slow, evenly spaced movement began, and it felt remarkably like a sucking mouth.

The scene on the screen changed to that of a gorgeous woman giving head to a very aroused man.

As the boys watched they couldn't help responding and within a minute they were both sporting boners. The machine expanded with them and continued its realistic sucking.

The scene changed to a closeup of a man stroking his own cock.

Donny cringed and started to look away. He had hardly moved when his head snapped back. She'd said not to take his eyes off the screen. But he didn't want to watch this. He focused on a corner of the picture, but still couldn't avoid seeing what was going on.

The machine kept sucking.

The scene switched again. This time a different actress was performing oral sex on a different guy.

The scenes switched a number of times over the next five or ten minutes. Most of the pictures were of couples having sex, usually oral sex, but there were a couple more shots of guys by themselves, stroking their erections.

Eddie climaxed before Donny. He yelped, then moaned a couple times.

Donny was embarrassed at being so close to somebody else while they had a sexual climax. In a minute, though, he wasn't thinking about anything but his own rapidly approaching orgasm.

He vaguely heard a click as he shot into the sucking machine. A minute later he heard another click and felt the machine come to a stop and watched the television go black.

"You girls were really horny!" Alisha said with a laugh. "You popped huge loads! You must have been saving it up for a long time."

They both blushed as she slid the curtain back. Neither looked at the other.

"Fun's over," she said. She swung the TV and the machine away from Donny. His limp dick slid out easily.

"Both of you stand up over there," she said, pointing to the middle of the floor. She swung Eddie's TV and machine away from him.

"I think you need a vitamin shot," she said. "You both look a little drained. Bend over."

The boys bent and she administered a needle to each rump.

"Put your panties back on, girls, and get back over to the couch. Sit down next to each other. I want to get some pictures of the two of you together."

The third pose, the one with the two of them bending over the back of the couch, was the last one either one of them remembered.

 

Training Day Three

 

There's light, Donny thought. Not a bright light, but light. He opened his eyes a little wider.

"Are you awake, Donna?" a female voice asked.

Donna? I'm not Donna. Somebody.....

He went back to sleep.

His leg was shaking. Why was his leg shaking?

He opened his eyes. Light. Day? His leg was still shaking. Why? He tried to look but it was difficult to lift his head. There were bandages. His chest felt tight. His legs felt...nothing. He couldn't feel his legs. Then the shaking started again and he could feel his legs.

"Wake up, Donna. C'mon sleepy head," the female voice said.

"Yes..." he said, but it came out as a whisper and it hurt. His throat was dry.

"Don't talk, honey. Just wake up for me."

The shaking started again and he tried to wake up. He was groggy, and feeling odd. He had the sense that he was in a hospital bed. Lots of white. He focused his eyes and saw a white ceiling.

"Wake up, honey," the voice said. Alisha's voice. He was coming out of it now. Slowly, but....

"Blink if you're awake," she said. "Are you with me?"

He blinked.

"Good girl," she said. "You've had a couple procedures, Donna. Our owner's doctor scraped your Adam's apple so it won't stick out any more."

What? The words didn't make any sense. Scraped my Adam's apple?

"And while he was in there he did a little snip on the vocal cords to raise your voice to a girl's level," she said. "It'll be a little sore for the rest of the day, but you'll be fine by tomorrow. Isn't modern medicine amazing?"

Snip? Scraped and snipped? Sore throat, that's for sure.... Sore....

"And he did some implants while he was at it, so you've now got a very nice set of tits. About a 34B, or maybe a C. It's hard to tell like this and I just got a peek. But they're gorgeous; you'll love 'em! Very firm. I like your nipples, too. He didn't do anything with them, they're all original. You're very lucky to have such nice nipples."

Implants? C? B? Did she say tits?....

Two hours later he woke up again. He could tell he was restrained. His legs, torso and arms were strapped down. There was an IV by the side of the bed and he traced the tube down and figured it was in his arm, probably keeping him sedated. He could move his head, but not lift it high. The skin on his chest felt tight and there seemed to be a light weight on him. He tried to say something but it came out whispery and raw.

"Shhhhhh, baby," Alisha said. "Just rest. This is more sleep than you've gotten since you've been here."

Sleep, he thought, and drifted away.

Hours later he awoke again. They fuckin' operated on my throat! was the first thing he thought. It felt sore and he really wanted some water.

"Water," he whispered.

"Back among the living, huh?" Alisha laughed. "Just hold on and I'll get you some water."

"Yes," he whispered.

Operated on my throat. Why? Girl's voice. She'd said to make a girl's voice. Oh, man!

He shifted and felt the pull of his chest skin.

"What?" he whispered. It didn't feel like a strap.

"Here you are, Donna," Alisha said. She lifted his head and put a straw against his lips. "Just sip. I'll give you as much as you want."

He sipped until the glass was empty.

"More?" she asked.

He shook his head.

"How do you feel?"

"Sore," he whispered. "Weak."

"You'll be okay in a little while," she said. "These are very minor procedures these days. Frankly, we've got you a little further under than you'd normally need to be, just so you don't get too excited. You're not going to get excited now, are you?"

He thought, I have to do what she says.

"No," he said.

"Good girl," Alisha said. She sat on the bed by his hips. "I was in to see Ellie a while ago and she has a set of tits just as nice as yours. Isn't that wonderful?"

Tits? As nice as mine? I have tits. Breasts. Boobs. Hooters. I have hooters?

"Why?" he whispered.

"To help you become female, of course," she said. "What's a girl without a set of tits?"

He didn't respond.

"From what I saw," Alisha said, "I think our owner's going to be very pleased."

He closed his eyes. Somehow, even with the dresses and the threats and the cold cell, it had seemed.... superficial.... temporary....like a contest, a game. But this was very real. They said they had changed his voice and eliminated his Adam's apple and implanted breasts in his chest. It wasn't a game. There was no contest of wills. He....

The next time he awoke he was anxious to get out of bed. He felt as if he'd overslept, or just slept too much. He wanted to be unstrapped so he could look at himself. He didn't have any doubt that they had really done it to him, but he had to see it....had to see them.

"Easy, baby," Alisha said.

He lifted his head and discovered there was no strap across his shoulders. He tried to sit up but there were still straps on his arms and they restrained him.

"Calm down, Donna," she said.

"I am," he said. "Ma'am," he remembered to add. He sounded odd.

"Your voice is better," she said.

He realized that the pitch of his voice had gone up, that it was lighter and higher than it had been. He was afraid to speak again.

"The doctor said your throat will be just a little sore today. He advised that you don't talk very much and don't raise your voice. I told him there was no danger of you raising your voice. Isn't that right, Donna?"

"Yes Ma'am," he said. He hated the sound of his voice. It wasn't him. He wanted his old voice back.

"Good," she said. "Now I imagine you'd like to check out your new breasts?"

He nodded.

She stood up and walked to the side of the bed. She held the remote control in plain view where he couldn't help but see it. With her free hand she undid the straps on his arm and the one they'd left on his leg. She did the same on the other side.

Donny just laid there.

"Would you like me to help you sit up?" Alisha asked.

"No Ma'am," he said.

It took him a minute to gather his courage but he finally sat up. The tightness of his chest wasn't as bad as the last time he'd been awake, but the shifting of weight as he sat up threw him off. It was very weird.

Alisha reached behind his neck and untied the hospital gown. Donny slowly pulled it forward and down, baring his chest. Two perfect breasts were exposed to the light of the room.

"My god," he said.

"They are nice, aren't they," Alisha said, knowingly misinterpreting his reaction. "I was thinking a good B cup before, but they're definitely a C cup. Just think how much nicer you'll look in your nightie and dress! Our owner will be very pleased, I'm sure, and that's the only thing that really matters, isn't it?"

He was still staring at his breasts.

"Isn't it?" she said firmly.

"Yes Ma'am," he said.

"You and Ellie look so much more presentable now," Alisha said. "Those silly stuffed bras you were wearing never really made it. With these babies you'll fill out a bra very nicely."

He looked up at her, tears forming in his eyes.

"Tears of joy," she said, again purposely misinterpreting him. "The doctor said you'd be a little sore across the chest as your skin got used to your breasts. No big deal, just a little uncomfortable. It'll gradually go away in the next day or two. There are some small scars underneath where your breasts meet your chest but you can't see them. Even they'll go away in a week. He suggested you not go braless for at least a few days, except when you're sleeping. Right now your nipples don't have their naturally sensitivity but that, too, will come back over the next couple days. After that no one will be able to tell a thing."

He blinked and a tear ran down his cheek. They're really going to do it, he thought, and all my options have really been taken away. It's really going to happen. They're going to make me into a girl....

He lay back on the pillow and closed his eyes.

The IV, he realized, was gone. They weren't sedating him anymore. But he didn't want to be in this place and he escaped into sleep.

 

Training Day Four

 

He had been in bed almost thirty-six hours so when Alisha helped him to stand his legs were weak. She walked him around the room, then let him sit in a chair. She noticed he kept looking down at himself, looking down at the two mounds in his hospital gown and the two pointed nipples poking out.

"Would you like to see Ellie?" she asked.

"No Ma'am," he said. He didn't want to talk, either, because he didn't want to hear his new voice.

"Later, then," she said, and sat down in the other chair.

She had him walk by himself a while later, and repeated the order twice more in the next hour and by then his legs were back to normal. Then she had him sit back down and she left the room.

Donny looked around. The room was small, windowless, and plain. The walls were concrete and the door was steel. He'd heard a bolt slip into its catch after Alisha left.

He looked at his breasts. They seemed very large. He carefully cupped them. Firm and heavy, too. Maybe not all that large, though. He'd felt up girls in high school and his breasts were bigger than theirs, but not vastly bigger.

What now? Is it all over? he thought. Do I just go along with everything they want from now on? They obviously can do what they want, when they want. There's no sense fighting anymore.

He held his breasts again.

But how can I? How can I go along with what they want? They said female sex slave. How can I be that? How can I go along with that?

I can't.

But I have no choice.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

"Breakfast time," Alisha said as she came into the room carrying a tray. "We have to stick with soft foods for a day or two, but this looks pretty good."

She put the tray on his lap. Hot creamy cereal, a dish of crushed skinless peaches, a glass of milk and a glass of orange juice.

He slowly ate it all.

**************

After his shower....how odd it was to wash the melons on his chest....Alisha gave him a heavy sports bra and a pair of white bikini cotton panties to put on.

There was a knock on the door. Donny frowned. He didn't want anyone to see him like this.

"Come in," Alisha said.

Melissa entered, followed by Eddie, who was wearing an identical outfit. Donny didn't look at him and Eddie kept his eyes lowered. His eyes were red.

"Time to get back to your training," Melissa said. "Let's go, girls."

Donny and Eddie were both intensely self-conscious. They walked hunched over and Alisha had to remind them that they must maintain good posture at all times. When they stood straight all they could think of was the set of breasts protruding from their chests.

Both avoided speaking, fearing the feminine sound of their new voices. Fortunately their trainers were content to let them remain silent and continue to rest their throats.

The morning routine was similar to what it had been two days ago. They walked on the treadmill, this time in actual high heeled shoes instead of slippers. The heels were wide, which helped, but they were taller than the slippers had been. Again there was the video projection of Melissa walking on the treadmill that they had to match. They were awkward because they were so keenly aware of their breasts and so careful not to swing their arms in a way that would pull the already stretched skin.

They drank from the penis fountains without near as much hesitation as before. That was a bridge they had already crossed. Today Alisha took pictures of them drinking.

Next they moved into a period of gentle exercises, primarily stretching exercises. Donny was surprised by the unusual movements involved until he realized that they were designed to strengthen muscles that he would be using during sex. Sex as a girl.

They did squats, but once they had their asses down near the floor they had to wiggle them around and move them up and down in short movements of a few inches.

They did leg raises, but with legs spread wide. In the same position they stretched, bringing their feet over their heads with their legs spread, then a variation during which they pulled their knees to their shoulders and held them there.

Unprovoked by anything specific Eddie started to cry. The trainers ignored him, and Donny, not wanting to embarrass him, tried to do the same thing. After a few minutes Eddie seemed to bring himself under control and he stopped sobbing.

There were eleven exercises in all, and then they were taken for another shower.

Neither Donny or Eddie looked at each other when they stripped, when they showered, or when they dried their bodies. Alisha told them to carry their bras and panties back to the training room, and remember to walk properly.

Melissa had breakfast waiting for them, and they drank more water from the penis fountains afterward.

Still naked, they spent two hours applying, removing, and applying makeup. More time was spent on preparing their wigs, and then touching up the hairdos once they had them on.

Alisha had them sit next to each other on the love seat, smooth naked legs crossed at the knees, and smile broadly into the camera as she took half a dozen pictures. They had to sit with proper posture, which meant their breasts stuck out.

Just when Donny had about given up on the idea of covering his nakedness they allow them to dress. The clothing they found in their drawers was even more feminine than the last time. Garter belts, which were unknown to them, were put on first. Their panties were satin, and french cut all the way to the top which meant their flanks were bare. Donny's lingerie was lavender and Eddie's was a pale, ice green.

Melissa taught them how to put their bras on, now that they had breasts. They slipped their arms through the straps, bent forward and caught their breasts in the cups, then stood and pulled the material behind them to hook it. Then they had to adjust their tender breasts so they bulged out of the tops of the bras in a provocative manner. They repeated the process a dozen times, until she was satisfied.

Instead of pantyhose they had to put on nylons. The colors matched their undies. Eddie had a more difficult time trying to bunch them up before slipping his toes in the ends. They always seemed to come out crooked or folded in some way. Donny caught on right away but Melissa made them both repeat the process until Eddie got the hang of it.

Attaching the nylon tops to the eyes on the garter belt proved to be more difficult for both of them. There were three eyes for each leg and they couldn't seem to get the tensions to match. Either the nylons would be too tight in front and too low in back, or vice versa. Melissa started to get irritated with them so they tried harder and got it right.

Before they were allowed to put on their dresses Alisha snapped half a dozen pictures of them in their lingerie. In all of them they were smiling, and in a couple they were holding hands.

Their dresses were as light as air. The style of both dresses was the same, varying only by color. They went on over their heads and had zippers up the back. They fit snugly from the waistline up, but were loose and light to the knees where they ended. Twisting to zip themselves up was uncomfortable and their breasts hurt a little. The necklines were scooped, allowing their new breasts to bulge out.

Once they were in high heels....and these were legitimate cutout pumps....they were done and Alisha took more pictures. She complimented them on how natural and how pretty they looked. Donny and Eddie took the compliments as well as they could, though they hated to hear them. The boys snuck looks at each other as a way of finding out how they themselves looked, and they discovered that Alisha's compliments were legitimate. They did look pretty and they did look like girls.

"Sit down over here, girls," Melissa said from next to the chairs where the machine had sucked them off.

They remembered to smooth their dresses under them and keep their legs together as they sat, then crossed their legs at the knees.

She swung the TVs in place in front of them, but not the other device.

"I want you to watch these scenes from movies and TV shows," Melissa said. "They've been chosen because they demonstrate how girls move, how they stand, and how they gesture, in the most feminine way. These are the true ladies of film and TV, not the tomboys. Study their every move. Watch how they place their feet, move their hips, their hands, and their expressions. Listen to their voices and where they go up high on a word. Listen for the lilt in the voice. How they talk when they're flirting, and how they talk when they're enticing. You'll be expected to talk and move in the exact same way, so watch very attentively. Study hard, and you'll avoid being punished."

At the word "punished" both Donny and Eddie felt goosebumps run up of their backs.

Melissa left the room but Alisha stayed to make sure their eyes didn't wander from the screen.

The first video tape was two hours long.

Donny let his mind wander during part of the tape. There's no way out, he thought. We haven't seen more than half a dozen rooms in this building and they all have concrete walls, there are no windows, and the doors are steel. Somewhere there has to be more but by the time they take us there we'll be so far along that it probably won't matter. They'll have changed us by then. They've already done so much to us in such a short time....

He shifted in his chair. Alisha was sitting in front of them, reading some papers and occasionally looking up at them to make sure their eyes were on the TV screens.

We could overpower her easily, Donny thought. She's just a little taller than we are. But then what? With the sensors at the exits....wherever the exits were....there was no way out of the building.... And how far could we get, dressed in high heels and a dress.... And now we've got girls' breasts!

A romantic kissing scene came on the screen and Donny thought it was familiar. It was a movie he'd seen, though he couldn't remember the name of it. Kissing scenes were something he usually fast-forwarded through to get to the action. He was supposed to be studying how the girl acted, which meant that one day he was going to be expected to behave in the same way....kissing a guy.

God, he thought, what did I do to deserve this! Why did they pick me? It's not fair....

When the tape was over Melissa swung the sets away and said, "We'll take a break and watch the second tape later. Stand up, girls."

Girls, Donny thought. It had pissed him off when she and Alisha had called them that before, but now it didn't seem so wrong. Anybody looking at them would have assumed they were girls, that's for sure.

Melissa had them practice walking and they were both docile, following her instructions and making the corrections she wanted.

Next, they were taken to the two desks with microphones. There was a divider between the desks so when they sat they couldn't see each other.

"You're going to practice using your new voices, girls," Melissa said. "You'll read this..." she handed them each of them a sheet of paper, "and listen to yourselves in the headphones. When you put them on be careful not to mess up your hair. I'll be listening, and I expect you to perform at your best. Begin."

Donny put his headphones on.

He started reading into the microphone and stopped after just a couple words. The voice was horrible. As a girl's voice it sounded okay but he was disgusted that it was coming out of him. During a class in school they'd recorded everyone's voice and he didn't even like the sound of his real voice when he heard it played back. He hated hearing his new female voice in the headphones even more.

"You were told to read, Donna," Melissa's voice intoned through his earphones.

Afraid that she might punish him he started again.

"My name is Donna, and I'm a pretty eighteen year old girl. I am in training to make myself acceptable to my new owner. I want to be the prettiest, sexiest girl he has ever seen. I want to please him in every way, and I'm so lucky that he has given me the opportunity to love him. I deeply desire to improve myself and increase all my feminine features so that I will not disappoint him. I love being a girl."

Though his voice sounded girlish, it was clear that he was disturbed by what he read. Melissa let him know through the headphones that what she heard was far from acceptable, and she made him read it over and over again. Eventually he got better at saying the words. The repetition seemed to make them less offensive.

That was a pattern that Donny was beginning to notice. The first time he was forced to put on makeup he was totally disgusted by it. After being forced to take it off and put it many times until he satisfied Melissa, it became slightly less offensive. The second day it was slightly less offensive still, and after having it on constantly for two days he noticed that he wasn't near as bothered. Not that he liked it, only that he was getting used to it. On the Offensive Meter Scale in his head the first time had hit one hundred per cent. He figured now it was down to sixty or seventy.

The same with the penis fountain. Truthfully, he thought, I almost gagged the first time. I still hate it but, what the hell, it's only a piece of metal. Getting the water is mostly work now. What really bothers me is why they're making me drink like that. It could only mean one thing....and that's something I don't even want to think about!

Nothing was simple. The repetitious putting on and taking off of the makeup not only got him used to wearing it, but he also involuntarily learned how to do it well. Additionally, it drove home the idea that he had to do what they said, and that they were making him into a girl.

The same thing with the fountain. He was on his knees and bobbing his head, strengthening muscles that they believed would be used at the end of his training. Adding all the psychological angles helped his training move along at a far faster pace than he desired.

Now he was practicing speaking like a girl with his new girlish vocal chords. At the same time the words that he was given to say were driving home his feminization.

He jumped when she suddenly reached over his shoulder and took the paper from his hands. She tapped the headphones and he took them off. She did the same with Eddie.

"Back in your chairs," she said.

When they were seated in the barber style chairs she swung the TVs in front of them again, then started the second video tape. It was similar to the first, with scenes from movies that focused on female characters, though in this tape there was more kissing and groping.

Alisha brought them a meal but this time there was a fork along with the spoon. She gave them lessons in eating.

"You don't want to smudge your lipstick," she said, "so you'll take very small pieces on your forks. Open wide and close your teeth over it.... good....now remove the fork and it falls into your mouth. Simple, and the food never touches your lips."

When they had finished eating she left with the trays while they went to the penis fountains.

"You'll notice that our owner has made another little adjustment," Melissa said as they knelt before the fountains. "The ring is now three-quarters of the way back instead of halfway back. You may have as much water as you like."

It was a struggle to get that much of the brass penis into his mouth. He wasn't going to refuse to drink because he believed that would probably get him punished, but when he felt the tip of the rod touch the back of his throat he knew that slaking his thirst would be much more difficult than before.

Melissa stood to one side while they drank, video taping them.

She had them go to the arrangement of furniture that looked like a livingroom, where she continued taping. They were told to walk into the area, sit down next to each other on the couch, pretend to talk and smile, then get up and leave.

Donny couldn't figure out what that was all about, but he didn't dwell on it. There was no sense worrying about something he didn't understand. They would either explain it to him or they wouldn't. He just did what he was told to do.

"Our owner has a present for you," Melissa said. She took them to a desk and opened a drawer. She took out two butt plugs.

"These are exact duplicates of our owners penis," she told them. "Though only a three-quarter size reproduction." She handed one to each of them and they reluctantly took them. "Here's a tube of lubricant. You will lubricate the plug and insert it into your bottom."

Donny almost objected. There could only be one reason why they wanted him to put the rubber penis up his ass and they didn't have to spell it out for him. But what would he get by refusing? Pain. Unbearable pain. And then he'd have to do it anyway. And then have to go to "the next level" as the man had said to Eddie. Could he take a stand and endure the pain? Images of Eddie, twisting on the floor and screaming, flashed in his mind. No, he couldn't handle that. Maybe once. Maybe twice. But not repeatedly. He would eventually have given in and it would have all been for naught. He opened the tube and smeared lubricant on the rubber penis.

Eddie hadn't moved. He stared at the plug.

"Ellie, lubricate your plug," Melissa said.

He looked at her, then suddenly threw the plug at her and lunged. She tried to twist away but he was too quick and he tore the remote from her hand, knocking her to the floor.

"Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!" he screamed in a high voice. He violently threw the remote against the wall and it smashed into half a dozen pieces.

Melissa scrambled to her feet and he hit her in the belly. She doubled up and went down with a thud.

Eddie kicked off his high heels and ripped the wig off his head.

"Are you coming with me?!" he screamed at Donny.

Donny was still in shock. What the hell was Eddie doing! Had he gone crazy?

"C'mon, wimp! Are you coming or not? I'm not gonna wait for you!" The sentences sounded strange in Eddie's female voice.

"But...the sensors..."

"Bullshit on the sensors!" Eddie said. "They SAID there were sensors. They're probably lying."

"But where will we go? We're in a fuckin' foreign country!" Donny protested.

"Bullshit! Bullshit!" Eddie said. "We don't know that. It's all bullshit, or why wouldn't they let us see outside? Because it's not a foreign country!"

"But the sensors..." Donny started.

"Fuckin' wimp! So even if there are sensors we just run as fast as we can and go right through them. We stay here and we're gonna get zapped again! You know we are. Because I'm not doing that shit they want us to do. I'm not being a fuckin' girl for anybody! They're gonna have to electrocute me a lot! So maybe there are sensors and we get zapped once going through. So fuckin' what! At least we're out! I don't even care if it's a foreign fuckin' country. We're outta here! We can figure out the rest later. So you comin' or not?"

"If there are sensors....He said they were set high. It could kill us," Donny said.

"Aw, bullshit!"

Donny didn't know what to do. He didn't want to stay and be changed into a girl. And he double sure as hell didn't want to be some guy's sex plaything. But everything that had been done to them had been so well planned that he knew it was impossible to escape. The exit sensors were real. Why wouldn't they be? If nothing else there would be locked steel doors and no way through them.

"C'mon you shit, I'm not going to wait for you," Eddie said. "You comin'?"

"I...I..." Donny wanted to leave so bad that he was almost ready to take the chance and face the probable consequences. Eddie was right, everything was headed to a goal he knew he couldn't accept. He wanted out more than anything in the world. But they couldn't get out. He knew that. There was no way the man would have let the two of them escape. There probably were sensors at the exits that would rack them up good. Just as likely there were locked steel doors. There was probably something else, too, something they hadn't been told about, that would stop them from getting out.

"Adios, asshole," Eddie said, and ran for the door, his breasts bouncing in his dress.

Melissa groaned and Donny looked at her. She was conscious and alert and seemingly in no hurry to get up.

He wanted to run, wanted to kick off his heels and pull off his wig and catch up with Eddie, but he knew it was pointless. Eddie had flipped. Donny longed to run. Even though he knew it was stupid he was ready to burst with the desire to get out of his situation. The sensors would be there, he was sure of that. And the steel doors and probably more. Guards? He hadn't seen any hint of that, but there would be something to contend with, if only miles of empty land, giving the man time to get in a vehicle and catch up with them. Running was futile, but he was still on the verge of bolting.

Alisha appeared at the door. She looked as if she was in a rush, but still calm. She eyed Donny, then Melissa.

"Is she hurt?" she asked.

"I...I don't think so," Donny said.

"Help her up," Alisha said, "and stay here."

She turned and left.

Donny helped Melissa to a chair and she seemed to recover quickly.

"God is he going to be sorry," she said. "If he survives......."

Donny went weak in the knees.

 

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Melissa took him to his room, cutting his training short. There were new posters on the wall. One in particular, of himself and Eddie sitting naked on the edge of the loveseat, their boobs proudly on display, smiles on their faces, was the one that bothered him the most.

The other two new posters were shots of men with erections, though the only area of the torso in the posters was the men's hips. The focus was on the aroused sex organs which, magnified for the poster, were a foot and a half long.

He looked at the picture of himself and Eddie. They both looked amazingly like happy girls. He looked closely, trying to find some masculinity. There was none. Seeing their tits was very depressing.

Alisha's behavior wasn't good. She had come to the door awfully soon after Eddie had run out. The cameras in the ceiling must have alerted her. The fact that she wasn't excited was what bothered Donny the most. Eddie was trying to escape and Alisha wasn't very upset. She was confident rather than panicky. Donny took that to mean that Eddie had no chance.

He sat in the overstuffed chair, upset by the what was happening. Eddie had probably already been caught, or maybe killed. The man had said the sensors at the exits were turned on high. The shock to that area of the body could kill someone.

Donny wondered if they'd blame him. He hadn't gone along....something for which he was now very thankful....so he wasn't at fault. He had turned Eddie down.

Then again, he hadn't made any effort to stop him, either.

But he had tried to talk him out of it. Melissa could tell the man that.

Was it enough? Donny was scared. Even a lesser punishment would be very severe. As the man had told them, the zaps were far more than they would feel they deserved for whatever they'd done wrong....they were more severe so they wouldn't disobey again.

Donny was tired, and added to that was a mental exhaustion caused by the excitement and tension of the escape.

He stood up and walked around so he wouldn't go to sleep. Every time he moved he was reminded of the fact that he had a set of breasts now.

There are cameras in the ceiling here, he reminded himself. He walked like a girl in case they were watching.

Eddie had really taken away any chance of me getting out of here, he thought. He had looked like he was going along with things and then suddenly pulled this shit. Now they won't trust me at all. We could have gotten them to believe we were going with the program, but not now. Hell, we were going with the program until they gave us those damn things and told us to put them up our butts. I know I'm going to have to do that tomorrow. Hell!

Rather than wait for the right moment Eddie had taken the coward's way. He had as much as said that he was running because he knew he was going to get zapped again. He said he'd chance the single electric charge at the exit rather than stay around and be repeatedly zapped when they got to the point of demanding sexual behavior. He was too impulsive to restrain himself and watch for an opportunity later. If one didn't come, then that was the time to bolt. Eddie had probably paid for his impetuousness with his life, and in the process had made it tougher for Donny to escape.

Donny leaned against the back of the chair, crossing his ankles as he'd been taught.

I wish they'd come and tell me something, he thought.

The lights went out.

Donny went to bed and, despite the excitement, immediately fell asleep.

 

 

Training Day Five

 

There was no difference in the wake-up procedure. Lights and noise.

As he woke up he heard a girl's voice, speaking very softly.

"My name is Donna, and I'm a pretty eighteen year old girl. I am in training to make myself acceptable to my new owner. I want to be the prettiest, sexiest girl he has ever seen...."

His voice! Stunned, he listened through to the end of the short speech. In a moment it started again.

They must have started playing it sometime during the night, he thought. I've been listening to it while I slept, brainwashing myself!

There were two new posters on the walls, too. Both of them of the man Melissa called Andrew, his supposed "owner". One was a portrait and the other showed him dressed in black and sitting in the chair he'd occupied where they were taken after they'd made their bodies smooth. The two pictures really stood out among all the nudes.

And now one of the old posters showing nothing but a stiff dick was newly signed. He approached it slowly, as if he was afraid it would jump off the wall and attack him.

"To Donna, It was the best blow job I've ever had! Luv, Bill."

Donny turned away.

This is getting so much worse so fast, he thought.

He used the facilities and then, not knowing what else to do, dressed in the wig and clothing he'd had on the previous evening. He was now adept at putting on girl's clothes, though there was a difference between being good at something and liking it. Putting on the bra over his full, round breasts had the biggest effect on him. Everything else was mental and somehow less weighty. Having breasts made him into a girl, even if he didn't want to think of himself as one. Guys didn't have tits. Girls had tits. He had tits. Therefore....

Melissa, probably aware of his progress from the ceiling cameras, showed up just as he was finishing.

"Follow me," she said.

He did. She didn't display any nervousness in having him behind her all the way to the training room.

She had him undress and change into a leotard and high heels. As usual, the treadmill was first. The projection TV put an image on the wall in front of him of Melissa, in matching leotard and heels, walking on the treadmill. Then she turned on the camera and projected an image of him walking beside her.

He tried to focus on getting his feet and hips moving just right, but he was thinking about how to ask.,and whether to ask, Melissa about Eddie. Consequently, it took him far longer to get to a point where he could duplicate the girl's body movements. Probably because of that she kept him on the treadmill for a full hour.

He drank from the fountain when she let him stop, then went to the shower with her.

It was only when he was drying himself that he said, "Ma'am, I don't want to upset you, but I was wondering about....Ellie."

"Our owner thought you would ask," she said. She reached into a pocket of her dress and took out a small photo.

It showed the man and Alisha standing over Eddie's body. Neither of them held remote controls. Eddie was sprawled, his dress hiked up some, and his eyes closed. It was plain that he was either dead or unconscious.

"Is he...she..dead?" Donny asked.

Melissa took the photo back and put it in her pocket. "You know all you need to know," she said. "Let's get moving. You've got a lot of training ahead of you."

Though Donny had learned for sure that Eddie's escape attempt hadn't been successful he still didn't know if Eddie was alive or dead. As a deterrent, however, the photo had done its job. If they hadn't shown it to him he probably would have started thinking that Eddie had made it and that there was some kind of chance he'd be rescued. The picture eliminated what little hope he had left.

With only one trainee to focus on, Melissa was able to move Donny along at a slightly accelerated pace. She now noticed every little movement he made, offering minute corrections as she took him through a couple hours of makeup lessons, and during the time she trained him in dressing in nylons, a mini-skirt, and blouse, and during the lessons on walking, sitting, kneeling, and standing.

The pictures she took were posed in a more precise way. Donny understood that they were actually a part of his training. Photographing him as a girl, then making a poster out of one and hanging it in his room, was hard evidence of how much he had changed in such a short period of time. Even when he wasn't in training he would see a large picture of himself on the wall of his room. In many ways it was worse than a mirror. The photos were permanent.

Alisha brought lunch, complimenting Donny on how pretty he looked and how "naturally" he seemed to slide into the feminine role. They both watched him drink from the fountain after his meal, then Alisha stayed and Melissa took his tray away.

Voice training followed, and Donny was given two new and longer statements to read. There was no way to resist, and though the words were more disconcerting than even those in yesterday's voice lesson he did his best.

Most of the talk during training came from either Melissa or Alisha so Donny didn't have to hear his own changed voice very often. However, the act of reading the statement was totally the opposite. During the hour and a half he spent reading from the two sheets of paper all the emphasis was on how he spoke and how he sounded. His voice was higher and girlish, but Alisha drilled him on his intonations, explaining how a girl was expected to sound.

Donny had mixed reactions to finally achieving a level that pleased her. On the one hand he was happy to succeed because it meant he didn't need to feel any fear that he'd be punished. But on the other hand it meant that he now talked like a girl.

Alisha had a surprise for him after the voice lesson. She had him take off his skirt, blouse, nylons, heels, garter belt, panties and bra, and dress in a bright yellow thong bikini and high heel sandals. The brief top left most of his breasts bare, and the T strap of the thong fit between his butt cheeks, leaving his bottom uncovered. He also now understood why they'd had him remove most of his pubic hair. It would have shown at the edges of the tiny bikini. She brought out a camera and made him pose for a dozen photographs.

"Our owner likes to see tanned skin with bikini lines," Alisha explained, "and it's time we started on your tan."

Outside! Donny was inwardly excited about the prospect of seeing the outside of the building. He looked forward to the opportunity to get an idea of where he was, what kind of area surrounded the building, and especially how to get out of the building.

The reality turned out to be disappointing. Alisha, carrying the camera, took him down the hall, past the room that he had been assigned. He noticed that the door to Eddie's room was open and the room was dark.

This, he thought, must have been the way Eddie ran, because going in the other direction would have only taken him to the room where he and Donny had first been taken and where Eddie had first been zapped.

They came to the end of the hall and had to turn either right or left down other hallways. Donny glanced quickly to the left, even though Alisha had turned right. He saw nothing but a couple more doors and still another hall going off to the right.

Alisha went thirty feet and turned to tell Donny to stop. She went to a small box on the wall and punched in a code.

"You can come on now, the sensor's off," she said.,

He nervously moved forward until he was next to her. Ten feet further on there was a steel door and another box. Alisha, again careful to block his line of sight, punched in a second code and the steel door clicked. She opened it and sunshine flooded through.

A patio and swimming pool were immediately outside, but Donny couldn't see much of anything else. The area was enclosed by walls that had to be at least twelve feet high. All he knew what that the sun shone brightly.

Alisha took him to a set of lounge chairs, directed him to put sun screen on his nose, forehead and shoulders, and then had him stretch out. She then removed her dress, revealing a matching thong bikini underneath. She took the chaise next to him.

"Not too long for the first time," she said. "We don't want you to burn."

She checked her wrist watch.

A short time later she told Donny to turn over and he did. Laying face down on his breasts felt very strange to him and he was overly careful not to press down too hard. He didn't feel he was anywhere close to burning yet. He had a little tan already, though not in a lot of the area that the tiny bikini revealed.

Alisha kept a close eye on the time and when it was up she quickly put her dress back on and got the camera out. For the second time she directed him in a series of poses, though these were all reclining.

Then she marched him inside. They had to go through the coding again to turn the sensor off.

She let him take a quick shower, then directed him to go back to the training room. She gave him a hormone shot before allowing him to put his wig back on and dress in a fresh outfit.

The garter belt, bra, and panty set was very lacy and the top half of the bra cups seemed to be missing. He put the undies on. The bra cupped the bottom half of his breasts, to the middle of his nipples, but that was all. Melissa took pictures of him putting on the bra and stockings, and more when he had added high heels.

Instead of a dress, Alisha had him take a very low cut blouse and a very tight, very short mini-skirt out of a drawer.

Walking, sitting and standing in such a tight and revealing outfit presented new challenges and made the process more difficult. When Alisha added bending, squatting so he was almost sitting on his heels, and kneeling and getting back up, Donny struggled to find a balanced and graceful way to perform.

Alisha didn't cut him very much slack. He had to repeat the movements over and over again until she was satisfied, then move on to the next action. When he had reached a level of competency there, he was made to review the first movement again.

Neither of the trainers ever referred to the time and, except for the meals and bedtime, Donny had no notion of what part of the day it was. For all he knew they were bringing a meal every three hours....or every seven hours. His "days" might be twenty-four hours long, but they could have just as easily been eighteen or thirty. It was, for example, only lunchtime because they told him it was. He had no other information. They controlled time.

Donny was directed into the chair in front of the microphone for his second lesson of the day. As bad as the earlier one had been, with it's longer and blunter statements, this was ten times worse. In this one he had to make things bad for himself.

"During sex," Alisha said, "men like to hear women say sexy things. We're going to do voice practice with a short list, but I also want you to memorize everything on the list. You'll be tested, so make sure you know them by heart. After you've memorized them you'll have a chance to add two original phrases of your own. Make sure they're hot."

Alisha held two pieces of paper. She gave one to Donny.

He silently read....

Please put it in me.

Please fuck me.

Oh Yes!

Oh, please keep fucking me!

I love your cock!

Your hard cock feels so good inside me!

Please come in me.

Maybe Eddie's running wasn't such a bad idea, Donny thought.

Maybe being dead wasn't a bad option.

"Trouble, honey?" Alisha asked. The words were friendly but the tone wasn't.

"No, Ma'am," Donny said.

Still, he hesitated.

He sensed Alisha move and turned his head. She was reaching in the pocket of her dress!

Donny quickly started reading the list.

From the corner of his eye he saw Alisha's arm stop, then relax. She withdrew her hand, empty, from her pocket.

Donny realized she had positioned herself so he would have seen her reach for the remote control had it become necessary.

The phrases were very difficult for him to say, at least at first. After fifteen minutes of repetition it was easier. Then Alisha started directing him, forcing him to put some meaning into the short exclamations. In half an hour he was sounding like a very hot girl having very hot sex.

Alisha kept him at it for a long time before letting him stop.

"Now it's time to add two phrases of your own to the list," she said. "I'll give you a few minute to think about it."

Donny tried to remember what the girls he'd had sex with had said during the act. But neither of them had said anything remotely like the words he'd just been uttering. At the most, he had generated some groans and ahhhs and Oh God!s.

What had he wanted to hear? That was the key. He tried to imagine what sexy things would have turned him on.

Finally, he turned to Alisha and said, "I think I have them."

"Go ahead, Donna," she said.

"Do it to me, stud," he said, "and You're the best lover in the world."

Alisha smiled condescendingly. "Not quite, dear. Andrew already knows he's the best lover in the world, and so will you before too long. He's also the only man you'll every have sex with. As to the Do it to me, Stud.... Fuck me, Stud, is better but still no good. You'd hardly call your owner 'Stud'. I'll give you one more chance, and this time don't be so shy."

She was talking about the phrases but the words than bounced around in Donny's mind were "you'll find out before too long" and "man you'll have sex with". He was almost overwhelmed with the desire to be someplace else, to not have this be happening to him.

Pretending to be thinking about new phrases he actually was using all of his will power to stop himself from crying. I don't deserve this, he thought. What did I ever do to end up here? Nothing! Why me?

He regained control only because he was afraid that if he took too long to come up with the phrase that Alisha was waiting to hear that she'd punish him with the remote control.

His phrases hadn't been euphemistic because he didn't use descriptive words in his normal speech. He wasn't shy, not by a long shot. It was just that he didn't want to add phrases to that list that he would have to say into the microphone. And if he did have to add them he wanted them to be as tame as he could get away with. The problem was that they weren't going to let him get away with anything.

"Well?" Alisha said after a period of waiting.

"I...I think I have them," Donny said. "Fuck me with your stiff cock.....and I want all your cock."

Alisha thought about them.

"The first one is okay," she said. "Rather obvious, but okay. You missed the point with the second one. What you want is of no consequence. Andrew owns you, and everything you do is for him. Get your thinking right, girl. You provide pleasure for your owner. That's your reason for living, your goal in life. You'll find you get pleasure from pleasing him, but whether you do or not doesn't matter. All that matters is that he is pleased. Some of the phrases on the list may sound, at first, like they concern you. 'Your hard cock feels so good inside me', for example. But they are really just disguised compliments. You're not forgetting your place and telling Andrew what you want. The only thing you'll ever want is to make him happy. It's a subtle difference, but an important one. Do you understand what I'm saying, Donna?"

"Yes Ma'am," Donny said.

"Really understand?"

"Yes Ma'am."

Alisha looked him in the eyes.

"Okay, we'll add your one to the list," she said. "Tonight I want you to think about the list, and tomorrow we'll add another phrase. Now let's practice your new phrase."

In a few minutes he was saying his phrase to her satisfaction.

"Here's your second list," she said, handing him another piece of paper.

Donny started reading and suddenly flushed.

Silently, he read....

May I please suck your beautiful cock?

May I please lick your hot cock?

May I please lick your hairy balls?

Shall I suck faster?

Please come in my mouth.

May I swallow your come now?

After repeating the phrases until Alisha was satisfied with the way he spoke them, she required that he come up with one new addition to the list. By this time he knew better than to try and deceive her with something that was vague. His offering was something that wasn't quite as blunt as the others, but that he thought she would accept.

"'May I slide my lips up and down your hard pole?'" he said.

She considered it. "Not bad," she said. "In fact I think our owner will like that. Very good, Donna."

Alisha got him to participate further when she moved him to the barber chair and had him remove his panties and hike up his already very short skirt. She swung the TV in front of him.

"Would you like to watch a video tape on girls walking and sitting, or one on how a girl gestures and the expressions she makes? It's your choice, Donna."

"The second one, Ma'am," he said.

"Fine," she said, and swung the blow job machine in place. Instead of letting him place him limp organ in the soft rubber mouth of the unit she did it herself. "First we'll start with a little warm-up tape."

She moved behind him and he heard clicking. The screen illuminated. The first scenes, or actually parts of scenes, were closeups of different couples having vaginal sex.

The sucking unit started its slow imitation of a mouth. Donny's dick began responding right away.

The scenes switched to closeups of anal intercourse, the angles so tight that not much other than the performers hip areas were visible. A couple quick scenes of men having anal intercourse with men were injected before the male-female couplings returned.

The machine continued to wetly suck on him and he got harder and harder.

Scenes of stiff dicks followed, then closeups of men masturbating, then male-female couples having anal intercourse again.

The scenes that Donny felt would have turned him off weren't on long enough to have much effect, but they were constantly mixed with the male-female scenes. He was startled to see Melissa getting vaginally and then anally fucked by Andrew. The scene only lasted a minute and then cut away to another couple, but it lingered in his mind.

The machine between his thighs was bringing him to the point of no return.

More scenes played across the screen. Now they were far more heavily male. Even the male-female closeups focused on the male organ and hips rather than the girl's ass. Only the MelissaAndrew coupling had shown faces to that point, but that all changed. There were shots of women in ecstacy and men's faces all scrunched up with tension.

The machine sped up and Donny knew he was about to go off.

A nude shot of Andrew, sporting an erection, filled the scene and stayed there. The eyes seemed to be looking directly at him.

The machine squeezed tighter and moved faster still.

Donny was breathing heavily. His hands tightly gripped the chair's arms.

He didn't want to make a sound in front of Alisha but he couldn't help it. He moaned and shot off into the soft rubber receptacle. The picture of Andrew faded and the screen went dark.

Alisha moved the sucking machine away and wiped his dick with a white cloth.

"You're a hot young lady," she said. "Take a break and get something to drink and then we'll get back to business."

Donny pulled up his panties and stood up, straightening his skirt. Making him move to the penis fountain right now was pretty transparent, especially after ending the video with a photo of Andrew, nude and erect. But he had no choice and he knelt in front of the metal replica of his owner's penis and began bobbing his head until the water squirted into his mouth.

Melissa brought him a meal....he assumed it was dinner....after the video.

Alisha gave him his hormone shot, then took him over to a desk.

"We didn't get a chance to insert this yesterday," she said, taking the butt plug from the drawer. She handed it to him with a tube of lubricant.

"Go ahead, Donna," she said.

This was what had driven Eddie over the edge, he thought. He looked at the three-quarter size replica of Andrew's erect penis. How can I do this? he asked himself. I'll be symbolically accepting a man's dick up my bottom. There's no comparison between this and the water fountain. You need water to live. You don't need this thing to survive. If I put this inside my bottom it will be totally giving in to the plans they have for me.

He screamed and violently fell to the floor. The pain in his nuts was unbearable! He grabbed at the bracelet, trying to tear it off. It was on fire! He screamed again and again and again. The fire shot through the nerves in his groin and then outwardly through his trunk and legs. He twisted and clawed and twitched like a man insane.

And then suddenly the pain stopped.

He choked and coughed, trying to get his breath. He was terrified the pain was going to start again and he didn't dare to move a muscle.

"You must learn to obey immediately," Alisha said in a soft voice. "That was just the lowest setting, as a gentle reminder."

Donny had never felt so scared and so vulnerable in his entire life. The pain, though far less intense, that he still felt between his legs made it almost impossible for him to concentrate on anything else.

Alisha waited patiently for him to recover.

"Lowest setting" registered in his mind. Eddie had gotten worse when they were in the room meeting Andrew. Worse than this!

He groaned.

"Time to stand up, honey," Alisha said.

Donny struggled but slowly managed to climb to his feet.

She handed him the dildo and the lubricant. "You dropped this," she said.

His hands trembling, he took the items.

"Insert our owner's cock in your ass," she said sternly.

Donny quickly lubricated the solid rubber rod, then just as quickly bent forward and reached between his legs. He pushed the tip against his hole but was only able to force a little of it inside. Quickly he relubricated the rubber head and tried again. This time he was successful and the pole disappeared inside, stopped only by the wide base. He stood up.

"Much better," Alisha said. "You'll keep it inside you at all times to remind you of your purpose in life. Clean it periodically. You can take the lube with you."

"Yes Ma'am," he said, his voice shaky.

"Follow me," she said.

Donny walked behind her, acutely aware of the pole in his bottom with each step he took. His balls and his own dick were still sore from the terrible shock he'd received. Mentally he was a jumbled wreck, terrified, cowed, in pain, stunned, and tense.

As they walked to his apartment she said, "You have homework, Donna. You'll have a couple hours to be sure you've memorized your lists." She handed him the sheets of paper he'd read from earlier. "And here's something that will help with your voice and word options." She handed him a sheaf of at least a dozen sheets of paper. "Read this out loud, and keep reading until the lights go out. You'll find a nightie on the bed in your room that you can change into when we get there. Don't worry about what you have on, just pile your clothes on the floor. They'll be taken care of. Leave your wig on until you go to bed. Understood?"

"Yes Ma'am."

When she had locked him in he stood in the middle of the room and caught his breath. He couldn't believe that what he'd experienced was the lowest setting of the bracelet's power and that Eddie had received a higher level. No telling what level Eddie had been zapped with at the exit.

He was still in pain, and totally afraid. If they would hurt him that much just for hesitating to respond....

He leaned against the back of the overstuffed chair, trying to let the pain ebb. He didn't want to sit yet. The damn rubber dick in his ass hurt some, too. He'd never been stretched like that before. He felt stuffed. And it was too close to his now tender balls and dick.

He stood there for quite some time.

His voice, reading the 'My name is Donna and I'm a pretty eighteen year old girl..." statement, was still playing softly in his room. As he waited for the pain to disappear he looked around the room. There was a change of posters. Three were pictures of him from the day before, though "him" wasn't a word any other viewer would have used.

Donny turned away.

They've done it, he thought. There was no way I could stop them. Now I know why Eddie was so beaten for a while. The electric bracelet was the most terrible thing in the world. More terrible than anything they wanted him to do. There really were no options. It really was going to be just like they said. There he was on the wall, a pretty girl with stunning knockers.

He felt tears welling up in his eyes.

Damn, he thought, I'm even going to cry, just like a damn girl!

He forced himself away from the posters of himself. The other new ones, replacing the anonymous aroused men, were pictures of Andrew. In one he was in a bathing suit, reclining on the very chaise Donny had been on just a few hours ago. The other was a picture of Andrew without his bathing suit, being given head by Alisha who was wearing a yellow thong identical to the one Donny had worn earlier.

He was bugged by the obviousness of the connections he was suppose to make, but at the same time he couldn't help making them. Their message was simple and clear.

He carefully and slowly undressed, letting his clothes drop in a pile as had been suggested, and then changed into his new nightie. It was black and there was lots of lace. He hated it.

No mention of Eddie, other than being shown the picture. It was as if he'd never existed. What, if anything, did that mean? If Eddie was dead or if the zap had castrated him or put him in the hospital, it apparently wasn't going to be allowed to interfere with Donny's training. They sure weren't letting up.,

He had a thought and looked again at the posters in his apartment. Aside from the one where Alisha was giving Andrew head the only two people now on his walls were Andrew and himself. Himself as herself. Just the two of them. The man and.....

So fast! Donny thought. Six days ago I was having lights and noise driving me nuts. Five days ago I heard what they had in store for me and knew, just absolutely knew, that it was patently impossible. Now I sound like a girl, I've got tits, I walk like a girl, I know how to put on makeup and wigs and bras and stockings and....damn! So fast!

He gingerly lowered himself into the soft chair. The butt plug shifted inside of him.

They're watching, he thought. And listening.

He took the lists first and started reading them out loud, acutely aware of the lightness of his new voice. He did the best job he could, trying to duplicate the tone and rhythm that Alisha had finally approved of when he'd had to read them in the training room. He read them over and over, until he was sure he had memorized them. Memorizing stuff hadn't been his strong hand even before he'd dropped out of school, but now he put his heart into it and was sure he had it down cold.

The other papers Alisha had given him to use while practicing his female phrasing turned out to be a story. It was written in the first person, supposedly by a female, about spending a night "pleasing my owner, Andrew."

The story was called "The First Time My Owner Let Me Suck His Cock, by Donna."

Boom! There it was in black and white. No hinting around, no avoiding it. Read out loud it would sound like he was telling about what he had done and how much he had enjoyed it, which is exactly what they wanted it to sound like. Again, he was being forced to brainwash himself.

He pushed aside the irritation he felt, the humiliation of having to read the words, especially in his girly voice, and dove in. There was, after all, no choice.

Donny surprised himself by not having as much trouble reading the descriptions of sex as he had thought he would. He didn't even try analyzing why this was so.

The story was detailed, especially about the blow job itself. In fact, other than the sex act there wasn't much else in the twelve page story. In an odd way Donny was impressed that so much detail could be wrung out of a description of oral sex, realizing that at the same time he was practicing talking in female phrases and sounding like blowing the guy was something he had done, he was also involuntarily learning techniques for giving head. He was teaching himself how to be a girl.

The first time he read it he forced himself through it, just to get it under his belt. They would be listening, he knew, and they would want a better presentation. The second time he tried harder. The unknown had now become known and, therefore, less scary. Still, the constant use of "I" was humiliating. "I whipped my warm, wet tongue over the tip of Andrew's stiff cock", "I took more of his cock into my mouth" "I lovingly sucked, letting my lips slide up and down his cock."

But he kept on, reading it again and again until suddenly the lights went out.

He was relieved to be able to stop. He was disturbed about all the implications of reading the story but not overly so. It was now very plain to him that his life was not his own. What he'd been told at first, that he would have no options, was absolutely true. He had gone along with everything they tossed at him, all the time hoping for an opportunity to escape. But there wouldn't be an opportunity. It was all thought out carefully so he would be trapped, so that he would have to do what they told him to do.

In the dark he took off his wig and placed it on an arm of the chair.

There are no options, he thought.

He got into bed and closed his eyes. The silky nighty felt smooth against his sleek body.

He began to cry.

 

Training Days

 

Both Alisha and Melissa noticed the subtle change in Donny the next day, though neither of them said anything about it to him. It wasn't until Alisha let him have a short afternoon nap that the two of them were alone.

"What do you think of our new Donna today?" Alisha said with a smile.

Melissa smiled back, "I think she's made a big step, though she may not know it herself."

"Oh, I think she does."

"Maybe," Melissa said. "I remember the day I accepted my new life. I felt like a burden had been lifted."

"Me, too," Alisha said. "The struggle was over."

"Exactly. It became so easy and so wonderful after that."

Alisha nodded. "I'm not sure Donna's quite there yet."

"No, I agree, but she's making very good progress. She's definitely different today. More cooperative. Almost eager to learn. Though I don't think she quite thinks of herself as a girl yet. But then you'd know more about that than I would."

"You were so lucky," Alisha said, "starting out as a girl and all. I know for me there was a long time when I held on to my silly male mentality. I think...no, I know....that I only fully accepted that I was a girl when Andrew kissed me for the first time. That's when I knew I was a girl and that I'd found my place in life."

Melissa nodded.

"Andrew will be happy to hear about today's improvement," Alisha said.

"Let's tell him together," Melissa suggested.

And they did. And he was pleased, which pleased them.

 

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The training schedule, which was unknown to Donny, contained a well considered daily escalation of his feminization. The method was not only to introduce new things each day but also to increase the effectiveness of the things he was already getting used to.

Just as some of the posters on the walls of his apartment were changed every night while he slept, so too were the details of the apartment. Lace armrest covers were added, during the day the sheets were changed to pink satin, and small girlish items appeared in the rooms. The items in the bathroom became more numerous, and they included not only perfume and makeup but a pretty box for tissues, a feminine soap dish, and various brushes for his wig.

On his sixth day of training he awoke to find a new poster that was the boldest yet. It was obviously done with some kind of photographic trick, using one of the poses taken a couple days ago with Donny on his knees in front of the love seat. Andrew, naked and aroused, must have had his picture taken on the same loveseat. The two were blended so that it now looked as if Donny, in full makeup and wig, and dressed in girly garb, was giving Andrew head. Half the man's organ appeared to be inside his mouth.

Donny remembered the poses and knew what was coming next. Sure enough, the next day there was another altered photo of him sucking Andrew's cock. The next day the picture they used was of him on his hands and knees, panties pulled down, and superimposed was Andrew, apparently with half his cock up Donny's smooth butt.

Each day another picture in the series was added until there were eight of them on the walls. All the other posters had gradually been taken away.

He was surprised, on the tenth day, to see a full duplicate set of the posters on the walls of the training room. On the eleventh day they lined the halls between the rooms. On the twelfth morning he found 8 x 10 inch versions taped to the four corners of his bathroom mirror.

By the fifteenth day of training the high heels he was being given were three inch stilettos. The bras were mostly half-bras, low cut with lacy tops. Every now and then he would be braless under a silky blouse. Pantyhose never appeared again, but nylons and garter belts were part of the daily uniform. Dresses and skirts were now always very short and very sexy.

The videos he was shown while experiencing the sucking machine changed, too. Other men disappeared and only Andrew was shown. Melissa and Alisha made frequent appearances, having oral or anal sex with Andrew, though sometimes the clips were Andrew by himself. Once he was swimming in the pool, other times sunning on the chaise, sometimes sunning in the nude, sometimes walking around with an erection, sometimes fully clothed and sitting at a desk typing on a computer or reading papers.Sometimes it appeared that he was looking right at Donny.

The selections from films and TV shows continued and Donny learned, almost by osmosis, how girls naturally moved.

The girls told him that their owner liked to dance and they taught him how to move to the music, following a man's lead, and how to dance in high heels. It was much more difficult than walking in heels and they spent up to two hours a day teaching him to dance.

They gave him new stories to read, too, though they were just variations of each other. All were "by Donna" and all were in the first person so it sounded like he was reading something he had written, about experiences that were his own. Each was dominated by the sexual activity, with little else on the pages. By reading them out loud, over and over, he also learned what Andrew liked and didn't like, as well as how he was supposed to behave during sex, and what he was supposed to say.

There was little pretense that reading the stories was just to practice his voice. Speaking like a girl was becoming automatic to him, as were so many other things. It wasn't the voice, which had been physically altered, that he needed to work on but the choice of words and how to emphasize or de-emphasize certain words. There was a girl's way of putting things, too, and that was becoming second nature to him as well.

Still, his recorded voice, reading the new stories, was piped into his apartment all the time.

By the end of the second week walking, sitting, kneeling, bending and standing were things he did correctly, as a girl, without thinking about them.

The same with dressing and undressing, of course. Melissa and Alisha made him do that over and over again, too, but not because he was having any trouble with it. They were simply burning it into his brain.

The hormone shots were routine by then and he came to regard them as simply something that happened every afternoon. He had heard of hormones and had a very vague and general idea of what the shots meant and what they might be doing, but he had no real objection to it. He was becoming a girl and that was part of it.

His tan was coming along nicely, the bikini lines plainly visible when he showered. And the exercises for sex were toning his body in all the right places. The treadmill was a snap, used more for shaping his legs than teaching him to walk like a girl, something he had been doing nicely since Training Day Nine....even in the highest and narrowest of heels.

He rarely gave a thought to the butt plug anymore. It was always inserted so there was really nothing to think about.

On day fifteen they had him write his first story. It was, as Alisha told him, to be modeled on the many stories they'd had him read up to that point.

"It has to be just as hot," Alisha said. "It has to show your real desire to please your owner."

"Yes Ma'am," Donny said.

"And it has to show how happy you are to be a girl and to be allowed to sexually satisfy Andrew."

"Yes Ma'am," he said.

He didn't do badly, especially considering that he always hated essay questions in school and had no real experience in successfully writing anything longer than a sentence. He chose to write about getting fucked rather than performing oral sex because the role was less active. He filled six pages and couldn't think of any way to add any more details.

"Tonight write one about sucking off our owner," Alisha said, "and make it longer. Six pages is barely okay for a first effort. Tonight you'll write ten pages.ö

He struggled with that and it wasn't any better than his first effort, but it was longer and he filled the required pages. On the following nights the stories got slowly better and better.

His handwriting, too, came under scrutiny. It started out as a sloppy boy's handwriting and he had to work hard to create the neat, rounded letters that were typical of a girl's writing style.

On the sixteenth day they began engaging him in conversation. Though he was honestly trying to learn all they were teaching him, and he was making very good progress, there was still a spark that was missing. He wasn't quite yet one of the girls.

So they asked him questions, then asked him to elaborate on his answers, and worked that into a conversation. He was hesitant at first because he was afraid of the power they had over him, but he came to realize that their role was changing from that of trainers to one of teachers. After that it wasn't difficult carrying on a conversation with them and he loosened up. He didn't forget that both Alisha and Melissa had the remote controls in their dress pockets, but he also knew that he was no longer in any danger of doing anything that would cause them to zap him.

During the third week they made him participate more actively in the training, even going so far as to ask him what else they might include to help him become a total girl. He was at a loss for an answer and they said they'd give him time to think about it.

The training continued during every waking moment. As had been the case from the beginning, each subject actually trained him in multiple ways. By making him dress and undress over and over he learned how to put on and take off girl's clothing just as automatically as he used to put on and take off jockey shorts and jeans. But it also taught him what his owner liked to see him wear. It taught him to be concerned with his appearance at all times. It got him used to being a girl. And it got him used to doing what he told to do.

The many facets of training that came from watching the movie and TV clips of girls in everyday situations got value added to them when Alisha and Melissa started asking him about which of the women in the clips looked the most feminine, and why. He had to actively think about them, and observe them more carefully, and explain his answers. That also got him used to hearing his new girl voice, and phrasing things like a girl.

The daily sessions with the sucking machine were accompanied by video restricted to Andrew and the two girls. The last half of each video was now comprised solely of images of Andrew by himself, sometimes nude, sometimes nude and erect, and sometimes clothed. His climax was timed by the machine so that he would be looking at video of Andrew's naked body.

Then he would drink from the penis fountain.

He was using the fountain in his apartment now, too. It wasn't a big deal anymore. Not much was. There were no other options.

At the end of the third week both Melissa and Alisha began treating him more like an equal, though he never forgot that he wore the bracelet and they had the remote units in their dress pockets.

They told him to stop calling them "Ma'am" and just use their names. Their way of talking to him became more casual. It seemed like they weren't really training him anymore. They were just helping him along, like a best friend would.

They began leaving him alone during training. The first time was just for a few minutes when Alisha said she forgot something and went to get it. But after that the periods became longer and longer. He knew that they were watching on the video camera monitors but it didn't matter. He wasn't going to do anything wrong. There were no options.

His tan was coming along, his bikini line easy to see. They swam in the pool a couple times, which was nice. Once Melissa fell asleep on the chaise next to him and he woke her. He could have gotten the remote out of her dress and tried to scale the wall. But there was a security camera overlooking the pool area, and the wall was far too high, and he just really didn't want to try anyway. What was outside? He had no idea and wasn't sure he even cared.

One morning he walked into the training room and saw that the posters were missing from the walls. Alisha sprung a pop quiz on him, asking him to describe, in writing, every poster. He thought he did well, remembering more than he even knew that he had observed, and she agreed when she looked at his paper. That evening he studied each rehung poster carefully, in case she asked again.

They casually inquired if he had thought of anything yet that was missing from his studies that would make him a more complete girl, and finally one day he said he had.

"That's so good, honey," Alisha said. "What is it?"

"A man," he said. "Our owner. To be a complete girl I need to be around a real man."

Alisha beamed. "Oh, that is such a good answer! It's exactly what Andrew predicted you'd say! I can't believe it! Wait until I tell him!"

He was happy that he'd come up with such a good answer.

 

The Fifth Week of Training

 

Over four weeks of non-stop, intense training had moved Donny mentally as well as physically. The physical changes that Andrew required could have been achieved under simple threat of force. The mental changes were another story. The constant psychological bombardment, of course, would have to have some effect, but there had to be a point where Donny had to decide that he was a girl.

He had ceased fighting some time ago, certainly by the time Eddie had tried to escape. That surrender made it easier to influence his mind from that point forward, but it wasn't quite enough. At least not for Andrew, who wanted a complete transformation.

The way it happened was that Donny got used to the physical changes. He had hooters. They were a part of him and he got used to them. The hormone shots, mixed with additives, were shrinking his genitals. His dick and balls were the only remaining sign of any previous masculinity. He exaggerated their gradual loss of size and male characteristics by thinking they were disappearing.

The hormones also effected his skin texture, ratio of body fat to muscle, and helped inhibit the return of any facial hair or coarse body hair.

He was walking like a girl, had no trouble with high heels, looked good in makeup, liked his wig but was anxious to grow his own hair long enough to style, and was able to dance as a girl.

The sessions with the sucking machine were still daily, but with the decreasing size of his dick he didn't expect them to go on too much longer. All of the videos he watched were styled and timed so he would get excited about having sex with Andrew. During the fourth week he dreamed once that he was a girl and he had a date with Andrew.

On Training Day Thirty the video he watched was a scene with Melissa and Andrew. They were both dressed. They made out and Melissa stripped to her stockings, heels and undies. Then she stripped Andrew and sucked him. When he was hard she removed her bra and panties and they went to the bed. She sucked him some more, and then got on her back with her legs spread. She and Andrew fucked, and when the video showed Andrew reaching a climax the sucking machine brought Donny off.

Then he drank from the penis fountain.

On Training Day Thirty-One the video story was exactly the same, but with Alisha replacing Melissa. Alisha's dark brown body contrast nicely with the white satin sheets. When she got on her back Donny was startled to see that Alisha had a dick and balls. Though obviously miniaturized by the hormones there was still no doubt that Alisha had once been a male. Donny stared in amazement to see her eagerly guide Andrew's hard member between her brown cheeks and then enjoy being fucked.

That afternoon, when Alisha took over from Melissa, he stared at her and she grinned back.

"Surprised you?" she asked.

He nodded.

"Good!" she said. "Lots of girls have dicks, honey. Nature's not perfect, you know. Not much is. Sometimes girls get born with dicks and get brought up as guys, and sometimes as girls. Sometimes girls get born with pussies, but all kinds of masculine characteristics. And vice versa for guys. It's not as simple as it seems. You know those gym teachers that never date, or the old maids who never got married, or those fanatically religious girls that never have sex?"

"I thought they were lesbians," Donny said.

"Some," Alisha said. "And some probably just never had things turn out right for them. And some of them were born with dicks, and were never told that that was okay, that they could enjoy life even more. So they hid. It's a shame, really."

"So..."

Alisha didn't ask him what he was going to say, nor did she offer to fill in his unfinished thought. Instead, she moved him gently into some training. The idea was to let him work it out for himself.

And he did.

On Training Day Thirty-Two Donny awoke thinking of himself as Donna. More. He understood that he was a girl who had been born with a dick.

Training, which had turned into teaching, now turned into sharing. Melissa and Alisha became girlfriends who were helping her become a prettier, more graceful, more completely feminine person.

When they said it was time for a video they didn't put him on the sucking machine. Instead, they lowered the lights in the room and all three of them pulled the love seat around and squeezed in together. The video was projected on the wall in front of them.

This time the girl was neither Melissa or Alisha but one of the girls Donna remembered from an earlier video. There had been a part of a brief scene where the girl had been giving Andrew head.

Now she repeated the script that Melissa and Alisha's appearance had followed. She and Andrew began dressed. They made out. The porno actress stripped to her nylons, heels and lace undies. Then she stripped Andrew and gave him head. She removed her bra and panties.

Donna was surprised to see that this girl also had a hormone reduced dick and balls! How many pretty girls like the porn actress, like Alisha, like Donna herself, had that stuff between their legs?

Andrew and the actress got on the bed and the girl again took his member into her mouth.

It was only during a closeup that Donna realized who the actress was.

"That's Ellie!" she said.

"Sure is," Alisha said. "Watch her. She gives a really hot blow job!"

Donna watched.

"She sure does," she said.

When the sex ended the video didn't. The camera zoomed in and Ellie turned to face the lens.

"Hi Donna!" she said. "I've been having lots of fun pleasing our owner, as you just saw! I'm so happy I found out I was really a girl! I can't wait to see you again!"

Ellie smiled and the video faded out.

Donna was astounded and she turned to her friends.

"Ellie's alive," she said. "How long... I mean, when did she..."

"She moved along very quickly," Melissa said. "But then, of course, our owner handled most of the training personally so you would expect that. She admitted that she was a girl, hiding as a guy, about two weeks ago. She's as happy as can be now!"

"A girl in love," Alisha said.

"Definitely," Melissa said. "And our owner's been so nice to her!"

"I'll say! I think they've had sex about a dozen times already! We're sure not getting as much as we used to! Not that I'm complaining! Whatever makes Andrew happy, makes me happy!"

"Me, too!" Melissa said.

Donna nodded. "Will I get to have sex with him?" she asked.

"Do you want to, honey?" Alisha asked.

"I do," Donna said, as if it was a revelation to herself. "Yes. I really do. I want to very much."

"Well I'm sure it will happen, baby," Melissa said.

"Even less for us!" Alisha said.

"But only for a while," Melissa said. "I remember after your training that I hardly got laid or was permitted to suck his cock for a week. But after that it evened out."

"It did," Alisha agreed.

"I'm grateful for anything I get," Melissa said.

"Oh, me too, honeycakes, me too!" Alisha said.

They paused to let Donna enter the conversation but she didn't say anything.

"You okay, baby?" Alisha asked.

Donna shook her head.

"C'mon....."

"Well..." Donna started hesitantly, "I don't....Do you think....Do you think he'll think I'm pretty enough?"

"Your gorgeous, baby!" Alisha said.

"Oh, absolutely!" Melissa added. "You have to take a good at yourself. You're very pretty! What a figure! And what a face!"

"Very pretty face," Alisha said.

"Pretty is not something you have to worry about, Donna," Melissa said. "Our owner will flip over you, believe me."

"And I think you'll be good in bed," Alisha said. "We've tried to help you in that area..."

"Oh, I know," Donna said, "and I appreciate it! I think I'll be able to please him, too! I'm not worried about that. I mean, I'll be nervous, you know, the first time. But I really want to do good...and I think I'm pretty hot!"

The girls laughed. "You are hot," Melissa said.

"Look, honey," Alisha said, "Your lessons are suppose to go on for two more days but I don't see any need in that. What would you think if we told Andrew that we thought you were ready now?"

Donna's eyes lit up. "Oh, would you! That would be so special! I am ready, I really am! If he was here right now I'd prove it! I don't want to wait! Would you do that? Please. Would you?"

"They just did," a man's voice said. All three girls jumped.

Andrew and Ellie were standing in the doorway. He had his arm around her waist.

"Hi, Donna!" Ellie called. She was dressed in a pretty aqua colored dress that came to just above her knees. She wore nylons and heels and looked spectacular.

"Oh!" Donna said. "I....Ohhhhh....."

"Come here, Donna," Andrew said.

She looked nervously at the other girls on the loveseat. She stood and walked to the man, her eyes lowered.

He reached out and took her hands and she looked up at him.

"Wet your lips, Donna," he said.

She did, and he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

 

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