Pink Screen

by Jennifer White

  

Mike was online, searching for more new exciting TG sites. There were so many these days, and he never got bored, now that they were popping up left and right. He used his favorite search engine, and found a new batch of them.

One of the TG scenarios he liked best was when the guy was hypnotized, and was changed against his will into becoming a woman. This turned him on like nothing else, so he was delighted to find a new site dedicated to this topic.

And even better, unlike so many of them, this site had online content along with the stuff you could buy. He was terrified to buy something like that online. Who might find out about it, and expose his secret?

So he scouted out the free content on the web site. It explained how the mind could be altered, without a person even knowing what was going on. The mind could be controlled, and once a mind was controlled by someone else, that person could make changes that you wouldn't be able to resist, or even notice. Like becoming a woman. Now he was really turned on.

He decided to try the free session the web site offered, to see what it was like. He was advised to turn the sound on, and to make sure he had the latest multimedia plugin for his web browser. He did all that, then sat back to enjoy

The screen started out all white, but then began to change over to pink swirls, all around.

"Stare into the center of the screen" said a sexy female voice. "This is you, a white sheet of paper. A sheet of paper which will be written on, as I see fit, in permanent pen. I will change you to be what *I* want you to be. You are no longer in control. You are no longer of any importance. All that matters is *me*. You can feel me enter you. You can feel me inside you now. You can feel me filling you with my thoughts, my feelings, my desires. You are no longer. All there is, is me."

The screen was completely pink now.

Mike was turned on, but suddenly the multimedia player ended. A message on the screen said that if he wanted more, he would need to give his credit card information. He decided as usual, that it wasn't worth it, and he closed his web browser. He looked at his watch, and was surprised to find that it was almost midnight. He had started surfing at 9 pm. Time had really flown! He must have been having way too much fun.

* * *

 

Mike had strange dreams that night. He dreamed that he was a real woman. This was great, until he had a love scene with a man. That made him wake up in a cold sweat. He went to get a drink of water, and was surprised to find that he had gone to bed with his panties and bra on. He kept them well hidden, and wondered why he would have put them on before going to sleep.

He was going to take them off, but they felt so good on him! He decided to leave them on until the morning. He went back into bed, and fell asleep again.

* * *

 

In the morning, Mike did his usual routine. He showered and shaved, then went to get dressed. He saw the bra and panties lying on the bed, and wondered if he could get away with wearing them during the day too. He felt naked without them. He put them on, then got dressed in his normal clothes.

Work went well, and the morning flew by because he was so busy. He went out to lunch with the guys, and they selected a Cajun place. He ate his gumbo, and had a salad. On the way out the door, he took a couple of the colorful Mardi Gras beads they had. He got into his car, and put them over the rearview mirror. They looked good there.

He went back to work, and was soon busy again. Everything seemed normal, except for one thing. He often had a habit of scoping out the women in the office, looking at them, wishing he was them. He wondered what type of intimate apparel they had on underneath their skirts and blouses. Today, he was wearing it too!

This should have really excited him, but he didn't even really notice that he had a bra on. This bothered him. So when he went to the bathroom, he took a few tissues, and stuffed each cup with them. Now he had small mounds on his chest. This felt more dangerous, which was exciting. But it also felt *right*. He added a few more, to be sure. And that felt even better. He couldn't wait to get home so he could really stuff his bra all the way.

There was also one other thing: he found himself checking out one of the guys, and that shocked him. He had wanted to be a woman, but he never thought of liking guys. That wasn't for him. He thought of himself as a lesbian. But his eyes were scoping out the cute guy in the next department.

He buried himself in work, trying not to think of that again. It disturbed him.

* * *

 

As soon as he got home, Mike raced upstairs to really stuff his bra. There! That felt so much better! He felt inadequate without full breasts. And he felt so constricted in his pants. He dug out his favorite skirt, and put that on instead.

He went downstairs, and made himself diner. He ate it, while watching the TV. After he cleaned up, he went out to get the mail. He read through the bills and such, and salivated at the new Victoria's Secret catalogue. He would look through that later, gawk at the beautiful women, and wish he was one of them too.

Next, he found himself online to check his e-mail. But first, he went back to the hypnotism web site. It had been so fun yesterday! He clicked on the pink icon, and it had a bunch of information on him. It must have stored all that from his visit yesterday, but he didn't remember putting all that in. He clicked on the link it showed for him, and the pink screen came up. He soon became bored, and decided to turn it off. Those sites weren't as fun the second time through.

He went to do his e-mail, and was shocked that it was after midnight. He had really lost track of time! He shook his head as he headed upstairs for bed. He would have to watch that better in the future. He dug out a nightie he had, put it on, and went to bed.

As he lay there, he kept scratching his legs. They felt so itchy with all that hair. He drifted off to sleep...

* * *

 

In the morning, Mike took a shower, and shaved off the icky hair. He felt so much better, now that his legs were clean and smooth. He put on his pantyhose, and they felt wonderful over his legs. He wore his normal business suit, with his bra and panties on again. He wished he had some better business suits, with matching blazers and skirts, like the women at the office wore. He would have to go out shopping one of these days.

Once at work, things went fast as he went through the piles of work on his desk. At 10:45, he took a break, and went over to Tracy's desk. She always knew all the latest gossip, and he thought she might be fun to hang out with.

"Do you want to go outside for a smoke?" he said.

"I didn't know you smoked" she replied, "but sure."

He went out with her, and bummed a cigarette from her. They smoked together, and gossiped about the people in the office. When Tracy mentioned Don from the next department, Mike lit up.

"He's a cutie" he said.

"He sure is" said Tracy, giving Mike a strange look. Was it her, or did he have large breasts for a man? He was sure acting strange, more like one of the girls than the stiff engineer that he was. She shook her head, and continued with dishing out the dirt.

* * *

 

Mike was happy to get home from work, so he could put on a dress. He just hated that suit and tie! A pink dress felt so much better on him. He went through the Victoria's Secret catalog, and decided to order a few bras, and some of the dressy clothes they offered now. He was going to fill in the form, when he decided to do it online instead. In no time, he had the order placed.

While he waited for the confirmation number, he opened another browser, and without even thinking, went to the new web site. He smiled when he saw the familiar pink screen. He read the screen intently as he sat there, painting his nails a bright red color. He had gone to the drug store over his lunch break, and had purchased a boatload of accessories and cosmetics. Now he was putting them to good use as he read his favorite online web site.

He straightened out his dress, and went upstairs to go to the bathroom. As he sat down to pee, he decided that his breasts just weren't big enough, so he stuffed the cups of his bra until they seemed ready to burst. That was it, he needed a bigger bra, and he needed it now.

So Mike put on the rest of his makeup, fixed up his hair, and drove to the mall. He found a 38D bra, which was just what he had wanted. He also bought some new panties. His current inventory wasn't big enough.

As he walked back to his car, his eyes caught the cute shoes in the window at a store. He just had to go in, and was delighted that they carried larger sizes. He hated how big his feet were, but they looked so much nicer once he had on some proper shoes. He bought a pair of pumps, flats, wedges, and a fancy pair with stiletto heels.

At the checkout, he saw just the cutest handbag, and it was on sale! He had to have it too. He couldn't wait to get home, so he could load it up with his extra lipsticks, and the tampons he had bought at the drug store. A girl needed to be careful, and should always carry an extra, just in case.

* * *

 

It was Friday night, so Mike decided to go out to the late show. He watched the latest romantic comedy, crying when the couple looked like they were going to break up. But then they came together at the end, and that made him cry again.

He was walking to his car, when he saw Don, the guy from the next department.

"Don!" he said.

Don gave him a stare.

"Do I know you?"

"From work! In the next department."

"Oh? Sorry, I didn't recognize you."

"Would you like to go out for a soda, and wait for all this traffic to clear up?"

"I'm sorry, not tonight."

"OK then, bye!" said Mike. That Don was cute! Too bad. He drove home alone.

* * *

 

When Mike woke up in the morning, he felt miserable. He was so alone. So many other women were with men, but there was nobody in his life. He decided that he needed to do something about it.

"First, the name has to go" he said, deciding that 'Mike' must be scaring them off. He thought about using 'Michelle', but then decided that Melleny sounded better.

"From now on, I am Melleny" she said. There, that was easy. Now she just had to find a guy. She decided that a dance bar might be a good place, so she went out shopping for some very sexy clothes, so that she could 'slut out' that night. She would be sure to get a guy that way.

 

A few hours later, she was trying on her knee high boots with six inch heels, short skirt, and slinky black top. Her new wig was blond and curly. She put on way too much makeup (on purpose), and stared into the mirror. Satisfied, she decided to fix up her nails.

As they dried, she wondered if she should check her e-mail. She went to the computer, and found that there was one from her favorite web site!

 

Dear user M12385,

Your free trial of our services will complete at 2pm today. If you would like to continue as a user of the system, please visit our web site and provide your credit card information. If you have any questions, please call 800-MIND-FEM, or use our instant message ID: FemMyMind@AOL.com.

Thank you.

 

Melleny was upset. They wanted money? What a rip-off. She picked up the phone, called the 800 number, and spoke to the woman on the other end.

"What is your account number?" she asked.

"M12385"

"Name?"

"Melleny"

"All right Melleny, how can I help you."

"I used the free trial of your web site, but now they want money. And its a rip off. It doesn't even work!"

"Are you sure ma'am?"

"Yes I am. I'd like to speak to a manager."

"I am a manager ma'am. I can assure you that our web site does in fact work. Are you on a cordless phone?"

"Of course I am, but what does that have to do with it?"

"Walk over to the mirror in your bedroom. Let me know when you're there."

Melleny's heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she walked into the bedroom.

"OK, I'm here."

"Good, are you looking at yourself?"

"Yes I am"

The lady on the phone said a few words that Melleny couldn't understand. She just started straight ahead. Suddenly, Mike saw himself, dressed as a slutty woman.

"Ma'am? Are you still there?"

"Who is this?" asked Mike.

"You called me ma'am. This is the Femme Your Mind web site support line."

"Oh my god, I've been going around like this?"

"Like how ma'am"

"I'm dressed like a girl. I shaved my legs! I'm wearing makeup! Have I been out in public like this? What did you do to me?"

"We did what you wanted. Don't you like it?"

"I...." sputtered Mike. He didn't go into work like this, did he? He couldn't remember.

"Would you like to give me your credit card number so you can move to the next phase of service?" asked the nice lady on the phone.

"Next phase?"

"Your free trial is over. We need a credit card if you want us to continue making you into a woman."

"No! I'm too embarrassed. What if I don't want this anymore?"

The lady said a few words that Mike couldn't understand. He strained to hear, but her voice sounded distant and strange. Why couldn't he understand what she was saying?

"Ma'am?" said the lady.

"Yes?" replied Melleny.

"Kevin is on his way to your house. He is the local service rep for our company. He will help you test the next phase of your service. If you like it, you can give him your credit information."

"Oh, and what will he help me test?"

"Let me tell you a secret honey." Her voice changed to a whisper. "(He wants you)!" she hissed.

"Me?" said Melleny, overjoyed at the prospect.

"Yes. When he comes over, do all you can to please him. If you like it, then pay him. If not, then give us another call."

"All right. Thank you so much!" said Melleny. She had much to do to get the place ready for company. A man! Who wanted her! This was going to be great! She put on extra lipstick, and stuffed a few Kleenex into her bra, which was already threatening to burst with all the extra padding she already had.

Melleny put her credit card on the table. She would pay him whatever he wanted. It was going to be worth it. She sat on the couch in a seductive pose, and waited for her date to arrive.

   

  

  

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