Online Turn On

by Jennifer White

 

Jim stared at her perfect image. The dark hair. The perfectly plucked eyebrows. The sultry smoky dark eyes, looking right at him. Her mouth was parted slightly; her pink lips covered with shimmery pink gloss. Her bare chest heaved up, with two mounds of perfectly shaped female flesh. The nipples atop the mounds were hard, and her left hand cupped her breast, making it look all the more delicious. Her fingernails were long, with a French manicure. Jim longed to feel them running down his back.

Her bellybutton was pierced, with a silver stud emerging from the hole in the middle of her perfect hard tummy. There was no an ounce of fat on this woman. Her hips curved out seductively, and her legs were spread wide apart. A dark patch of hair stood out, like a landing strip, guiding your eyes down lower, where the pink mound with the slit down the middle was clearly visible. Her right hand was down there, between her legs. One of her fingers was plunged into her slit, making you realize why her face was so lit up. She was brazenly playing with herself, right there in front of the camera!

Jim had downloaded a series of her pictures from a web site. She was just so hot! He was instantly in love, or at least in lust. He searched the web, finding dozens of other sites dedicated to her, and ones that had more and more of her images. He downloaded them all, and stared at them for hours. Her name was Alexis, and she was a perfect goddess.

 

And then Jim found an ever better web site. I contained movies of her! First, he watched a movie of her using her hand to make herself climax. Then there was one with her doing it using a sex toy, which she inserted into her wet slit again and again, as she moaned. A third video of her featured another beauty queen, and the two of them made love together as lesbians! That made Jim's eyes almost pop out of his head.

There was another video at the site, which he downloaded to his computer. He sat down, ready to watch it. As usual, he shut his door and locked it, even though he lived alone. He closed the curtains. And then, he took off his pants. He was already hard, in anticipation of the video. He started to stroke himself, as he pressed the button for play.

The image of Alexis lit up the screen. She was in her bedroom, and she started to undress, as she admired herself in the mirror. Jim was really aroused now, ready to climax at any moment. In the video, Alexis turned right into the camera, so it looked as if she was staring right at him. She looked him up and down, and in her sultry sexy voice, she said "Hello Jim."

Jim nearly came, just from those words. He went to rewind the movie a few seconds, because he could not believe what he had just heard! She had called him by name! He wanted to hear it again. But something was wrong: the pause button did not work. Nor did rewind. The video played on, and he wasn't able to stop it.

"You cannot stop it" said Alexis. "You cannot do anything about it. *I* am in control. You will sit back now, keep your hands off the computer, and you will go back to stroking yourself."

Jim shot back, as if pulled by invisible hands into the chair. How did she know what he was doing? And how did she know he had been stroking himself? He guessed that it must be a pretty regular occurrence for guys watching her videos. But he didn't have much time to think, because now she talked to him again.

"Jim" said Alexis, "you have been watching me. You've been downloading my image, and you've found yourself thinking more and more of me. Even in your dreams, you think of me now. Don't you, Jim. Answer me."

"Yes" he said, shocked that the video was so realistic that it seemed interactive. And how did she know that he had been dreaming of her every night that week? The more he looked at her, the more he thought about her. And now, she *was* in his dreams, every night.

"You think that you've been exploiting me" said Alexis. "You think that you've been getting your hands on free images of me, and that you're taking advantage of me. But nothing could be further from the truth Jim. Because while you've been looking at me, watching my images and my videos, I've been *training* you. I control your arousal now. Only *I* can get you excited. I can make you feel whatever I want. And I can make you do whatever I want."

"What is it you want me to do?" said Jim, surprised that he felt so compelled to obey Alexis.

Alexis looked right at him, on the video screen, and smiled.

"I am going to turn you, into *me*."

 

The words hit Jim like a ton of bricks. She was going to turn him, into her? That was impossible! Why would she do that? He became scared. He decided to turn the computer's power off, so that this had to stop. He reached forward, but Alexis spoke.

"Sit back!" she said harshly, and Jim snapped back into place.

"Do not move" continued Alexis. "You will do nothing unless I order you to. Is that understood?"

"Yes" said Jim obediently. He couldn't help it. Her word was like the law. He was unable to make himself disobey her. It was at that moment that he realized he was under her complete and total control.

 

"First of all," said Alexis, "lets get you out of those clothes."

Jim looked down in shock, as the shirt he wore seemed to crumble and turn to dust. His boxers too started to disintegrate, right before his eyes. He was naked now, completely exposed. That made him feel even weaker, as if being under the total control of a gorgeous woman on his computer wasn't enough!

The camera on the video seemed to pull back, and Jim could see more of Alexis now.

"As I do" she said, "so will you. You will become me, and you will do as I do."

She moved her legs wide apart, so that you could see the tight white panties stretched across her crotch. As she moved her legs, Jim's legs moved the same way. She ran her hands through her hair, and he made the same motion. She cupped her hands over her breasts, and so did Jim. It was as if he was looking in a mirror, his movements matching hers. Only he was the *reflection*, unable control the movements, only able to reflect back what Alexis was doing.

"Lets start with your face" said Alexis.

Jim suddenly felt a great pressure on his face, as if it was modeling clay, and unseen hands were pressing on it, to reshape it. He felt his nose in particular, his cheeks, and his chin.

"What's going on?" he said, feeling pain as his face changed in response to the unseen force.

"If you are going to be me, you need to look like me" said Alexis. "So I am changing your face to be exactly like mine."

As Jim sat there, now in complete terror, he felt another strange sensation. There was a tingling on his scalp, and very soon, he felt a tickle on his neck and his cheeks. His eyes caught sight of long dark hair cascading down from his head. But he was blonde! How could he have dark hair? He looked at Alexis on the computer monitor, and he realized: the hair that was hanging over his face now, was exactly like hers in the image. She ran her hands through her long hair again, and he did the same. This time, he *had* long thick hair, and he felt his hands moving through it. It was unfamiliar and strange, it was impossible, but it was true.

 

"Now your face is my face" said Alexis. "Now lets work our way down a bit, shall we? Your neck is much too thick, and those shoulders of yours are too broad. If you are to be a successful female porn star, you need to look much different than that!"

Be a female porn star? The words shook Jim to the core. She said he was going to become her. That was bad enough, but the fact that she made her living in the porn industry made it all even worse! If he became her, he'd not only be a woman, but one who was photographed naked, performing sex acts, and worse! Jim felt a chill go through him, a feeling of utter dread and disgust. He couldn't do that! He couldn't become *her*. No!!!!! More than anything he wanted to touch her, to make love to her, to get into that sweet pussy of hers. The *last* thing he wanted to was to *be* her!

 

Jim could feel something happening now. There was a very unpleasant tightness around his neck. It felt crushing, but it didn't constrict his breathing. What he didn't realize, was that his Adam's Apple was disappearing, and his neck was getting smaller and smaller in diameter. Now his collarbones were showing up, and his shoulders softening, as the large hard muscles in them started to melt away into the soft smooth muscles of Alexis. It felt like a clamp on his shoulders, as they lost their size and their power.

Now the effect started down his arms. His arms felt uncomfortable, like when he was younger, and had experienced growing pains. His arms were getting shorter, and just as with his shoulders, the muscles were becoming smooth and flexible, instead of hard and bulky. He looked on in utter amazement and dread, as his wrists started to constrict, as if tight bands were being closed on them. His wrists became smaller and smaller, until the watch he was wearing fell right off!

The effect continued down his fingers. His large muscular hands were becoming fine and delicate. His thick blocky fingers were becoming fine, long and slender. His nails were now growing out at an alarming pace, becoming long ovals. A bright pink color appeared on their surface. Nail polish. Now he had a woman's hands, including painted nails.

Jim wanted to get away from this. He wanted to jump out of his own skin, but that was impossible. He was unable to do anything, but to sit there and listen, as Alexis talked again from the computer monitor.

"Very good" she said. "You are coming along very nicely. Soon, you will be me *completely*. Now lets turn our attention to your chest, shall we?"

Jim knew what had to be coming now, but there was no way to stop it. The hairs on his chest seemed to be disappearing. They were becoming so soft and fine, that they were soon all but invisible. Now his chest was completely hairless, and he could see some action starting around his nipples.

Fried eggs. That's what they made him think of. There was a small raised area, about the size of the egg white in the frying pan. And the area around his nipples seemed quite a bit wider now, perhaps the size of the egg yolk. Fried eggs on his chest. But there was one difference: a fried egg didn't have a raised erect nipple in the middle of it. And eggs didn't keep getting bigger and bigger.

It was beyond frightful and scary to see the two mounds on his chest, as they started to fill out and grow. Soon, the mounds dominated his chest, growing enough in size that they started to block his view of everything else below them. They were now two cones, slightly upturned, with large nipples amid the ever growing ring of darker color in the middle.

"These don't look like yours" he said to Alexis, after they stopped changing.

"Just wait" she said. "Don't forget that I had a boob job. That will come later."

As big as they were, Jim shuddered to think that they would be a lot bigger still, when the time came.

Jim's chest was hard and muscular already. That didn't seem to change. But just below his belly button, something was going on. A wideness that wasn't there before was developing. It was with great distress that he realized that he was developing curves.

"Just like when I was a little girl" said Alexis. "One day I looked in the mirror, and realized that I was starting to get wider hips, and a rounder butt. Now you get to feel like I did on that day. Now you know how it feels to be a little girl."

That was the *last* think that Jim wanted to feel! His hips kept getting wider, and his butt reshaped. All the while, he could feel that he was getting shorter. The effects were starting down his legs now as well. They were rapidly losing bulk and muscle, becoming flexible and limber instead of hard. They were smaller and smaller in diameter, and there wasn't an ounce of fat on them.

Not only that, but they had become smooth. Just like the rest of his skin, instead of being hard and rough, his skin was now as smooth as a baby's. Only years of exposure to estrogen could do that to your skin. He had *girl's* skin now.

At the bottom of his legs, Jim's feet had shrunk considerably. Now they were small and fine, with painted toenails. They would slide easily into sexy pumps, mules or high heel boots. Jim always had at thing for girl's feet, and it turned him on to see them now. The fact that they were on *his* body was enough to make him feel faint.

 

Up to now, there was one most terrifying change that Jim knew had to be coming. But as of yet, he had been spared. But now it was the time he had most dreaded, and it chilled him to the bone. At first, it started with the long mass of curly hair just above the area between his legs. It got shorter, as if being trimmed. And instead of forming a triangle, it was mowed down to a neat rectangle shape.

But then, it was the area below the hair that started to change, causing Jim to completely freak out. He was completely hard already, turned on by the boobs, the feet, the hair, and all of the parts of Alexis's body. But now his pole was starting to get smaller, although it felt as hard as a rock. The sacks dangling below were also rapidly shrinking, and he could only stare helplessly as they suddenly pulled back up inside him, sending an almost orgasmic shock through his body.

When they pulled back up inside him, they left an opening; a slit that ran from what was left of his 'pole', and on down to where his sacks had been. Now his ever shrinking pole was disappearing into the top of that slit. The area around the edge of the slit was slightly raised up now, into a small pink mound. The slit had slightly irregular edges, and there were several folds of flesh. The dark rectangle of hair ran down to the very top of the opening.

Jim had a pussy now. By all definitions, he was female. *Female*. Despite what he liked, despite what he wanted, he had *become* a woman. Other than in his mind, there was nothing left of *him* now. He had become Alexis. Waves of emotions slammed into him. Estrogen from his female reproductive system hit his brain, rocking his mind and his feelings.

He wanted it to stop. He *needed* it to stop. He could sense that what was going on was altering his mind, making him think things that a man should never think. The female hormones were doing things to him, and he was powerless to stop them! He felt completely powerless now, all control over himself and his life was gone.

 

"We're almost done" said Alexis. "Now you will get the boob job."

"Why?" said Jim, hearing his new voice. To him, it sounded just slightly different from the voice coming over the computer. When he spoke, it was with a sweet lilting tone, tinged with a slight southern accent. Just like when Alexis spoke. But to him, it sounded a little richer, a little more resonant when *he* said it. Then he realized: it was like when you hear a tape recording of yourself. What you hear in your head is slightly different than what people hear you say. He had her voice now.

"Why?" she repeated. "Because when I had the tits you've got now, I did okay. But if I was to go over the top in my career and become a truly top flight porn star, I needed bigger ones. Like you're about to get now."

Already, the weight of the mounds on Jim's chest was a foreign feeling. But now, there was suddenly a new tightness. The size and shape of the breasts on his chest started to change. Instead of being more like cones, they become fuller and rounder. Larger and larger, yet their consistency was changing too. Before, they were soft yet firm. Now they were harder, as they became augmented.

When they finally stopped growing, they seemed enormous to Jim. Not being used to *any* breasts on his chest, they had seemed big enough as C cups. But now, they were a full DD. They would fill out a bra so well, and look so good under whatever pretty clothes he chose to wear.

It was terrifying to suddenly be filled with a desire to dress up in pretty clothes! At first, a pair of red lacy panties appeared on Jim's new body, covering him up between the legs. It was somewhat comforting to have the lacy fabric tightly wrapped around him, keeping that terrifying *thing* between his legs out of sight. But they way they made the curve of his hips seem more prominent and sexy was very difficult to take!

Now a matching red bra appeared on his chest, supporting his massive boobs. It shaped them, supported them, and he could feel the weight of them pulling on the straps over his shoulders. The top edge of the bra was scalloped, with a lacy pattern. They held the boobs so that they seemed to almost form a shelf out in front. You could almost put a tray on it, and it would stay in place.

Now a very tight black vinyl miniskirt appeared on him. And then a tiny top that exposed his now pierced belly button, and the tattoo on the small of his back, which he had seen on Alexis in pictures, but hadn't yet seen on himself.

On his tiny feet, there were now boots which came up almost to his knees. They had a dangerous looking heel, thin and almost six inches tall. As a result, Jim now looked like a knockout. He truly had become Alexis, in every way. From head to toe, he *was* her now.

"Why did you do this to me?" he said in her voice. He sounded shaky. His world was crumbling, and his unstable emotions made him feel like crying.

"I have been a porn queen for five years" said Alexis on the computer. "And that is enough time. I want out. I want to be a normal woman, living a normal life. And now I have that chance. You will take over as me, and I will move on."

"But why me?"

"You were just a pathetic loser of a guy. Nobody will miss you. Nobody will even know you are gone. And now you'll have what you always wanted: me. You are me. You are Alexis. And you will be for the rest of your life, so you had better get used to the idea."

Now the tears did start on Jim's pretty face. The rest of his life? Trapped as Alexis?

"Now listen closely" said Alexis. "I don't have much time left to talk to you. I have some advice, and you need to pay attention. Dry your eyes, and listen. Okay?"

"Okay" whispered Jim.

"First of all, you are currently a top rated porn star. You are twenty five years old, and in the prime of your power and your career. You need to make sure that you maximize the money you bring in, *now*. In just a few years as age and gravity work on you, you will lose just a bit of your looks. You can have all the plastic surgery you want, but bit by bit, your beauty will decay, as it does for all women."

Jim just looked on, unable to fully comprehend her words.

"Secondly, make sure that you don't screw up by falling in love with some loser guy. You might find a cute guy who loves you, but don't settle for anyone who isn't rich! It may sound crass, but if you marry some cute twenty eight year old guy with a hot body but no money, where will you be? You need someone to be your sugar daddy. Otherwise, as your career winds down, you'll find yourself dancing in sleazy clubs for twenty dollars a private dance, instead of living comfortably in a house on the ocean in Florida. Do you understand me?"

Jim nodded. It sounded so bleak!

"I don't mean to sound cold, but this is real life. Your life now, my dear. You need to take advantage of your looks while you can. So don't blow it. Now I'm printing out your schedule for the next few days. A limo will be here in five minutes to pick you up. You will get in, and you will start your life anew, as me."

 

The piece of paper came off of the printer, and Jim picked it up, with his hands trembling.

 

Monday: Hollywood: film shoot with Long John Dong.

Tuesday: Hollywood: pose with Betty Pink in lesbian photo spread

Thurs: Ft. Lauderdale: dance appearance at Solid Gold Strippers

Fri: Miami: In store appearance at London Lingerie

Saturday: Solid Gold

Sunday: Fly to Hollywood, prep for next film shoot

 

"Your life is sex now" said Alexis. "You make your living by making men aroused, and making them want you. The trick is to make each and every man feel that they can have you. Make them feel that they have a real shot. But then *don't* let them have you. As soon as you give yourself to a guy, *any* guy, you become someone else's woman. Then you'll fall off the map. You can f*#k a guy for fun, but don't let him think you are his! Remember all this, and you'll be fine. You are a porn star now. You are *me*. You are Alexis."

With that, the image of Alexis disappeared from the screen. Jim stood up. He was able to move now. He was able to control himself for the first time since Alexis had taken over, and made him go through the change. He rushed to the mirror to see himself. In the mirror, he saw Alexis.

"Oh my god" he said, in her voice. "I *am* her."

Seeing was believing. He had been transformed. He was her now. He moved in the high heels as if he had been doing that since he was a little girl. He looked in the mirror at the heavy makeup on his eyes. How could that be him looking back? He had stared at images of Alexis over and over, for hours and hours. How could he *be* her?

There was a beep of a car in the driveway. Jim's heart started beating so hard he could feel it in his throat. The limo was here. He looked over at the computer. There was a purse next to the schedule. He picked up the purse automatically, without thinking. And the schedule too. He ran for the door, and smiled when he saw the limo driver. Anthony. His name was Anthony. Jim didn't understand how he knew that, but he knew.

"Hello Ms. Alexis. Did you have a good f*$k with him?" said Anthony, grinning.

"What?" replied Jim.

"You know, the guy you were here to visit. Was it a good f*$k?"

"Oh yes. Very good" replied Jim. He wasn't used to such direct language about sex! But now he was a porn star, and he would have to get used to it. There would be a *lot* of things to get used to! He shivered as the limo drive down the street, heading for the freeway, then Hollywood. Jim was about to make a film.

It curdled him inside to think that he was about to be the *female* lead of a porn movie. A movie with 'Long John Dong'. That could not be good! Jim had seen more than his share of this kind of movie. He knew that before long, he'd be sucking, spreading his legs, and moaning loudly as 'Long John' penetrated him.

The thought of having sex as a woman was totally strange! But with all of the hormones now flowing in Jim's bloodstream, something unexpected happened. For the first time since his transformation into Alexis, he felt an arousal. A *female* arousal. He shuddered as he realized that the though of having sex as a woman had just turned him on!

His mind may have been male, but every aspect of his body was female now, including the parts of him that controlled things like sexual arousal. As much as it terrified him in his mind, as much as the thoughts revolted and disgusted him, Jim's new *body* wanted it.

There was a mirror in the back of the limo, and Jim looked into it. Instinctively, he knew that his lipstick needed to be fixed. He reached into his purse, knowing where the tube was. He put it on with an expert touch, as if he had been doing *that* for all his life.

It was at this point, staring at his face in the mirror, that something inside of Jim shook him to the core again. He realized something. He knew how to walk in high heels. He knew the limo driver's name. He knew how to put on makeup.

This implied one and only one possible conclusion: it hadn't only been Jim's body that had been altered; something had happened to his mind. While he felt that he was the same inside, that his mind was still the same as it was before, he somehow had access to memories that should have belonged to Alexis. If he could remember things from her life, then that meant he had at least some of her mind inside of him!

And if *her* mind was part of him, then what had happened to his own memories? Jim tried to think about when he was growing up, to see what he could find. He thought back to his favorite birthday party. What had happened? He could remember blowing out the candles on the cake. He could remember opening presents. He got a Barbie doll from his cousin, a new dress from his mommy, and a purple bike with a basket, and colorful streamers from the handlebars.

A shudder went through Jim. That was a memory from Alexis' life. Not his. He tried to think back about the family he grew up with. Jim thought he had a brother who he had fought with all the time, playing rough and tumble games. But now, all he could find in his mind was his two sisters, who had teased him because he was the youngest.

"Look, I've got boobs" said Sally. "And you're flat. Like a boy."

"I've got pubic hair" said Shirly. "And you don't. You're just a baby."

"We're becoming *women*" said Sally. "And you're just a *girl*."

Jim remembered crying then, running to his mommy. He hated it when his sisters teased him. He had sworn that day to become the most womanly woman ever. It was on that day, that he knew he really wanted to have big boobs, way bigger than his sisters had. It was that day he had sworn to always wear dresses and skirts, to look as pretty and feminine as possible.

Jim shuddered. These were all events from Alexis' past. Not his. As much as he probed his mind, he couldn't remember anything about being a boy. Not even his parents faces! Somehow, Alexis had put a lot of herself into his head!

Another realization came to mind: it seemed that the more he remembered of her, the less that he could remember of *him*. He realized that he was starting to think *her* thoughts. And as he did so, more and more of what had been him was being obliterated. How long would it be until she had completely consumed him, and his mind was transformed totally and completely into hers?

A panic look filled his eyes, as he realized what was happening. Before, his body had been transformed into hers. Now, it was happening to his *mind*. Soon, he would be her completely, and the last vestiges of him would be gone. She was taking over, and perhaps this time it was even *more* terrifying than when she changed his body.

He couldn't even think the thoughts he wanted to think anymore! It was like she was fully controlling him, how he felt, how he thought, and she was altering him, down to the core. He trembled as he felt more and more of her female thoughts starting to fill his mind. He couldn't stop them, nor could he get them to quit. They were louder and louder, and soon it was harder and harder to pay attention to the small voice crying out hopelessly to be heard.

"I wish he'd shut up" thought Alexis, as she put the lipstick back into her purse.

 

* * *

 

The limo pulled up to the gates of the movie studio, and drove inside the protected fence. Alexis got out when the driver opened the door for her, and there was loud applause from the fans who had been waiting for hours, just to catch a glimpse of her.

Alexis smiled to the crowd, and signed a few autographs. She teasingly lifted up her skirt just a bit, to give the lucky few a peek at her red panties. Then she giggled, and strode confidently into the studio door, to begin her work for the day.

"What at hottie" said one guy.

"I wish I had her!" said another. "She's the sexiest woman I've ever seen."

The door swung closed, and the guys saw one last peek of Alexis, her long hair swaying across the small of her back as she swung her hips and walked down the corridor. She was ready to shoot her next film.

  

  

  

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