Turnover

by Jennifer White

 

Chris was kind of average. Perhaps, way *too* average. He was average in looks; nothing special, but not ugly. He was average in smarts; he was smart enough to get into college, but hardly a genius either. He wasn't rich, nor was he poor. He didn't dress badly, but he wasn't a *good* dresser either. In almost every way, he was not distinctive. Chris was the type of person you might meet at a party, then see again a week later, and not remember his name.

And so, try as he might, he just never did very well with the girls. He would sit next to a girl for a whole semester in school, but if he saw her over the summer, she didn't even remember him. Or if she did, she would be indifferent. And as time went on, this made him feel more lonely, and even hopeless.

By the time he got to his junior year of college, he had all but given up on dating anyone at school. Perhaps once he got a job, he could find someone at work. Or more realistically, hire a dating service. He tried an ad in the singles section of the school newspaper, but nobody called him back.

And so it was that he found himself in a rather unusual situation: he chose Loni as a lab partner.

 

Now Loni was a very pretty girl. One of the prettiest girls on campus in fact. She had long curly blonde hair, and always dressed in the prettiest outfits you ever did see. But she never had a boyfriend. One after another, all of the guys on campus went after her. And one by one, they would strike out. All sorts of rumors swirled around her, including one that most people believed. They said that Loni didn't like to be with a guy, because she was different. She preferred girls.

"There goes Lesbo Loni" whispered the guys, as she strutted across campus. By now, the guys had all but given up hitting on her. But the young women at school also kept their distance somewhat. A girl who is trying to attract guys doesn't want to be seen with a known lesbian, lest she get a reputation for being one herself.

Even most of the actual lesbian girls shunned her, because she insisted on being so perky, feminine, and downright *girly*. They despised this, thinking that one of them shouldn't try to look and act like she was straight. It just wasn't right! So they kept their distance too.

 

And so, when it came time to chose up lab partners for the chemistry class, everyone passed them over, both Loni and Chris. First the popular ones went. Then the brainy ones that nobody wanted to date, but who's homework would be worth copying, and who would ensure a good grade in class. The loners and stragglers went next, leaving only one pair left.

"So, do you want to be lab partners?" said Chris.

"Sure" said Loni.

She didn't seem unfriendly. She didn't bite. Chris smiled. He was with a girl at least, which is what he had secretly wished for, but didn't dare to even hope.

* * *

 

It was strange for Chris, how things were going. Because of Loni's reputation, he knew that she didn't at all go for guys. So he never even once tried to hit on her. He just acted like a lab partner at first, and then as they got to know each other a bit, more like friends. Loni wasn't hostile or anything, like he had heard the guys talking about with their gossip. She wasn't cold. She seemed like a very nice girl. He was happy to have a friend, and doubly happy that it happened to be one that was female.

For her part, Loni was impressed how Chris didn't come on to her like some of the guys did, and how he just seemed genuinely interested in being a friend. He wasn't mean like the guys who resented her for not dating them, and he didn't go around calling her the "L word".

In fact, one day Loni was bending down to tie her shoelace, when she heard Chris get into an argument.

"So Chris" said one guy in a taunting voice. "I see you're hanging around Lesbo Loni. Interested in the lezzy's huh?"

"Stop calling her that!" said Chris. "Why are you so mean to her anyway?"

"Oh, defending her are we? I guess he's one of *them* too."

"What's that supposed to mean?" said Chris.

"I guess that your kind sticks together" said the guy, as he laughed and turned to leave with his friends.

 

Loni felt bad for Chris. She walked up to him.

"Chris, I just overheard what you did. I don't want to give you a bad name. I think I'll quit the class, so you can join up with some other lab group."

Chris was stunned. He liked Loni a lot by now, and didn't want to lose her as a friend *or* a lab partner.

"Are you kidding?" he said. "I don't care what those jerks say about me. You are *not* going to let some stupid arrogant testosterone driven moron make you drop a class that you're going to ace!"

"You think I'm going to ace it?"

"Of course. You know your chemistry Loni. You're one of the brightest students in the class. I'm *glad* to have you for a lab partner. Now quit talking nonsense like that. Lets go get a cup of coffee or something. I need to sit down and catch my breath."

"Okay, coffee. But I'm buying" she replied.

"Deal" he said, holding out his hand to shake hers.

It was the first time they had touched each other. And the first time they had made plans for any sort of social event. Up to now it had been class, lab, and studying. Their relationship had just turned a big corner, although Chris didn't even realize it at the time.

* * *

 

Loni and Chris began to spend more and more time together. Without having tried to do it, and without even realizing it, they were sort of in a relationship now. They had grown very familiar, and a light touch on each other's hand, or even a hug when they greeted each other wasn't uncommon now. On this particular day, when they hugged each other 'hello', Loni touched her cheek to Chris, and made a kissing sound, then did the same thing on the other side of his face.

Chris felt a strange twinge inside. He had seen lots of close girlfriend greet each other this way. And now Loni, who had a reputation for liking girls, did it to him. He knew that it meant she had completely accepted him as a close friend, and that she didn't view him as a guy who was after her for her body. That made him feel very good, so he didn't bother to protest that it wasn't something you should do to a guy, and especially not in public! But soon, it became a standard greeting for them, and Chris himself would make the kissing sound as the touched cheeks.

The couple often got together at night now, while their roommates were out on dates or such. They had long talks from the heart, and Chris felt so good that he had finally found his soul mate. He finally had someone he could really talk to, and it felt really good. Loni helped him learn how to express himself, and express his feelings. They became closer as they bared their souls to each other, more and more.

 

One day, Chris could stand it no longer. He felt so close to Loni, closer than he ever thought he could be to a girl. But there was something wrong, a distance between them which he had never been able to break down. There was one lingering question in his mind, a subject he had never dared to talk about. He decided that this was the night, and that he had to get the out of the way.

Loni came over to his room, and sat on the bed by him. They talked about their days, their schoolwork, their lives, and their activities. Chris could feel his heart beating faster and faster. They were relaxed now, deep in conversation. This was the time.

"Loni, we have become so close these past few months, and it is just incredible. I've never met anyone like you, and I feel I can talk to you, and tell you thing that I couldn't ever tell anyone else."

"I feel the same about you, Chris" she replied.

She was sitting close to him. Very close. He could feel the heat radiating from her. Her body was turning him on. He couldn't help it. They had grown so close, that he overlooked any flaws she had, and all he saw was this perfect beauty sitting close to him. He reached out, and put her hand into his.

"We shouldn't have any secrets from each other" he said. "And so, I need to ask you something."

"Am I a lesbian" she said plainly.

She knew this day would come. Chris nodded his head.

"I hate to make it sound like an accusation, but I want to know. I know everything else about you. I feel like I know your family, even though I've never met them, because we've talked so much. I know you, your true inner self, in every way, except this. If you don't feel comfortable about it, you don't have to tell me, but there is a part of me that just needs to know."

"I understand" she said, squeezing his hand with hers. "I know everyone talks about me and says those things. But it is not quite true. I am not what most people would call 'normal' when it comes to what I like to do in the bedroom. I let them call me a lesbian, because that is easier to take. They would think I was a real freak if they knew my true secret. I've tried so many times to be in a 'normal' relationship, but it doesn't work for me. I have to be who I really am."

Chris felt his heart in his mouth now. He was in love with Loni, whether he'd fully admit it to himself, or not. And she had just told him she wasn't a lesbian! So the way was clear, he *could* have her after all. It *was* possible from the to be a real couple, and to be together!

But there was also a dark side. She had a secret, that was worse than being called 'lezzy'. It must be something terrible indeed, if that was the case. He wondered what it could be. He had to know.

"You can tell me" he said. "I swear with all my heart, that I will never tell anyonel. You are my soulmate you know, and I would never betray you."

"I know" she said.

It was the first time he had admitted to her that he felt she was his soulmate. He had just revealed something of his inner heart to her, which he had been keeping hidden. And so she felt that now was the time to tell him her secret. She hadn't told anyone for years, since every guy she was ever with got scared away when she sprung it on them. She hated to lose Chris too, but he really wanted to know. Her emotions were really mixed now, knowing that she was about to lose the best friend she had in years. After she told him, he would run away, like all of the others did. Men just could not handle being with her, once they knew her preferences.

"So tell me" said Chris, looking deep into her eyes.

"Well, this is hard" she said. "When I tell you this, you're going to hate me. You're going to run away, and I'll never see you again."

"No you won't" said Chris. "I can handle it. Just tell me, please! I have to know. I have to know everything about you, and who you really are."

"All right, here goes" she said, taking a deep breath. "When I'm with a man in bed, I just don't get aroused if we do things the so called 'normal' way. I hate the feeling of the man telling me what to do, and trying to be in control. I only feel aroused if *I* am in total control."

"What do you mean? Like S & M or something?"

"No, nothing to do with pain. But more of a dominant/submissive relationship. If you were to go to bed with me, you would have to be willing to be completely submissive to me. You would have to be willing to do *anything* I tell you, gladly, without delay, and without complaint. Tell me Chris, are you willing to be completely dominated by a female? Are you willing to let a woman control you in every way?"

Chris was shocked, and didn't know quite what to say. This was something that he had never fantasized about before, but an image came to his mind of her in a tight leather miniskirt, ordering him around. It sounded kinky, and he could deal with it.

"I could do that" he said.

"You are willing to become mine so much that when we're in bed, you become incapable of independent thoughts? Your only thoughts are how to please me, and what you can do for me? Are you willing to let a woman dominate you to the point where you feel pleasure from serving her? Are you willing to obey me in all things?"

"Yes" said Chris. "I could do it."

"What if it is something you find revolting and disgusting?"

"I wouldn't know, I've never done anything like that. But I would try."

"Try isn't good enough" said Loni. "Either you are completely mine, in every way, and you are willing to give up total control, or you are not. If I am in control, you *will* do everything I tell you. There is no 'try'."

"How about we give it a test run?" said Chris. "Show me, right now, what you mean."

"No, we need a better place than this. I tell you what. I am going to set up something for Saturday. I'll get us a room at the hotel on Elm and 5th, and prepare everything for you. Show up at 5:00, if you want to enter into a new phase of our relationship."

"I'll be there" he said.

"I've heard that before. I'll understand if you don't show up. And I'll understand if you never want to see me again."

"No!" said Chris. "I'm not going to just drop you and walk away. You're not going to scare me off so easily!"

He leaned towards her to kiss her. She put her hand out to hold his face in place.

"Open your mouth, hold still" she said.

He did, and she leaned closer, pressed her lips onto his, and put her tongue into his mouth. Then she pushed him away when she was done.

"Remember," she said, "when it comes to physical things, *I* am in control."

Chris was breathless from the kiss. It was so wonderful! He was completely aroused, and had a 'tent' in his pants from this first intimate contact with Loni. It was weird having her control the kiss, which was his first real kiss with a girl. It was not he way he had always dreamed about, but it had been wonderful. He could live with it, having her control things. As long as it all felt as good as the kiss just had.

* * *

 

Saturday dragged on for a long time, and Chris had a hard time concentrating on his schoolwork. Taking a walk didn't help much either, he was all a bundle of nerves. That night was going to be a *real* date with Loni, and he was going to make love to a woman for the first time. It would be the best night of his life.

But he also had a deep inner fear. What she wanted to do was very kinky, he had more than just a little trepidation about what she would want to do. He pictured a dominatrix in leather, and a man in a leather hood, like he had seen on a video once at a frat party he had crashed. But she said that she wasn't into pain, so what would she use to assert her control over him?

Inside, he was a mix of anticipation, fear, love, longing and curiosity. He drank a cup of coffee, but that was a mistake, because now he was even more jittery. He decided that he should dress up as nice as he could, so he went to the mall and bought a new dress shirt. He went back to his room showered, shaved, and blowdried his hair. He put on the new shirt along with a tie, his best khaki pants, and his brown shoes. Then he walked across campus to the florist shop he had seen on 4th street. He bought a dozen red roses, and had them wrapped up to go.

He carried them in his arm, and walked over to Elm street. He turned the corner, and now he could see the Ivy Lane Hotel. Loni had left a message that she was in room 308. He got in the elevator, and he could hear his heartbeat in his ears as he waited. His mouth was dry, and he was quivering inside.

Finally, the doors opened, and he stepped in. The elevator was very slow, and it seemed to take forever to get to the 3rd floor. He turned to the left, following the sign, and walked down the hallway to room 308. He paused outside the door, took a deep breath, swallowed, and knocked on the door. He pictured in his mind an image of Loni in black leather. He held his breath, waiting to see her.

The door swung open, and he looked into the room. There were at least twenty candles burning, sending a cinnamon scent throughout the air, and a fleeting shimmering light. Loni stood in the doorway, wearing something unexpected: a white skirt with delicate lacy trim, and a light blue chiffon top, delicate, soft, and ultrafeminine. Her hair never looked so good, and she wore makeup for the first time since he had known her. She looked like the prettiest woman he had ever seen.

He closed the door as he entered the room.

"Double lock it behind you" she said, which he did.

"I brought these for you" he said, handing her the roses.

"I knew you would. There is vase on the table, with water in it already. Put the flowers in there."

He walked over, and put the flowers in the vase as she asked. He inspected her further. She was wearing high heel shoes for the first time that he had ever seen. She smelled wonderful, from some soft perfume. Chris kicked himself for forgetting to put on cologne before he left his room.

With the roses now in the vase, he turned to her. She was the picture of feminine beauty. The soft light from the candles danced, and he felt so in love with her. He had nightmares of her becoming like a terrible ferocious beast, being mean to him and taking charge. But she was now softer, and more feminine than he had ever seen her.

"Before we start, I want to give you one last chance to back out" said Loni. "Because either you're in, or you're out. Once we get going, you can't change your mind and say 'no'. So this is it. Are we going to do this? Are you in all the way?"

"Yes" said Chris.

I was a no-brainer. How could he say 'no' now?

"Are you really sure? You don't have to do this you know."

"I'm sure" he replied.

"If we proceed, you're going to do things you never dreamed of before, and you're going to find yourself feeling things you never dreamed of. You may feel uncomfortable at first being dominated and controlled by a woman. So I want you to be absolutely certain that you want this."

"I want this. Lets get started" said Chris, with firm conviction.

"The exit is behind you. You can walk out now, or you can take off all of your clothes, and kneed down before me."

Chris looked her in the eye. He reached down, and undid his tie, throwing it on the bed. He stared to unbutton his shirt, revealing his chest. After he undid the buttons on the cuffs, he took off the shirt, and placed it on the bed too. Then he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his khaki pants, and undid the button at the top. He kicked his shoes off, and felt embarrassed for a moment at the smell of his feet.

He took off his pants, and now he was just wearing boxers. Loni nodded, and he took them off too. She could now see every inch of him, and see his manhood standing out at full arousal.

"On your knees" she said in a soft tone of voice.

Chris got down on his knees, and looked up at her. She was so pretty, so beautiful. He could not believe that he was going to make love to her.

Loni took a cup off the table, and handed it to Chris.

"Hold the cup up" she said.

He held it up with both hands, as he looked up at her.

"You are about to become mine, in every way" she said. "You are willingly giving yourself to me, heart, mind, body and soul. I will be your everything, and you will be completely mine. You will obey me in all things. You will do what I tell you, you will *think* what I tell you, and you will *feel* what I tell you."

Chris trembled from the slight chill in the air. He could feel the lactic acid starting to build up in his arms as he held the cup up high.

"Drink the cup, and surrender yourself to me. When the last drop of liquid passes your lips, so passes your power over yourself, to me. When you are done, you are mine. Completely mine in ever way imaginable. Drink it now Chris, and become mine."

Chris pulled the cup down to his lips, and started to sip it. It tasted good, with a light fruity flavor. He could taste alcohol in it too. He drank deeply from it again, and after a minute, the cup was empty.

"Tell me that you are mine" said Loni, in the soft gentle voice she had been using.

"I am yours" said Chris.

"Tell me that *I* own you now, and ask me to command you in all things."

"You own me now. Please command me in all things."

"Swear your undying loyalty to me, and only me. Tell me that you live only to serve me."

"I swear my loyalty to you forever. I love only to serve you."

"Tell me that all that is yours, is now mine, your possessions, your heart, your mind, your soul."

"All that is mine, is now yours" he said. "All my possessions, my heart, my mind, my soul are yours."

"Kiss my feet" said Loni.

Chris kneeled down further, and kissed her feet.

 

"Raise your head. You are now mine in every way. From this moment on, *I* command you in all things. You are now allowed to have an independent thought. Only what I tell you may flow through your head. Look deep into my eyes. You are mine now. You belong to *me*. Your body is mine, to do with as I please. Your heart is mine, to make you feel what *I* wish for you to feel. Your soul is mine, to do with as I please. You have no say in any of these matters. All that your existence has become now, is an empty shell. You are no longer an independent person, you are an extension of *me*. I dominate you now, in all ways. Total, utter, complete control. You have surrendered yourself to me, and you have become *mine*."

Chris felt a shudder go down his spine. She was really into this domination stuff. This was pretty intense. He felt himself staying very aroused. It was actually a turn on, he found. He continued to look up at Loni. He wanted her so badly! He couldn't wait until they were in bed together.

"A man feels a need to be in control" said Loni. "In order for you to understand your new position in life, we need to fix that. We need to rid you of this need for control. And there is only one way to do it."

Loni paused, as Chris waited for her to tell him the way she was going to do it. He felt a nervousness inside, not knowing what she had in store for him. She was silent still, and he held his breath in anticipation. Finally, she spoke again.

"You think of yourself in male terms. You have the inner male aggression and need for control over women, even though do a better job of keeping these feelings down than most men do. But they are still in there. And as long as you think of yourself in male terms, those feelings will continue to exist. The problem isn't you Chris, the problem is your manhood. In order to rid you of this problem we need to rid you of your inner sense that you are a man. If you don't think of yourself as a man, you won't have this problem."

"I don't understand" said Chris.

"It is very simply me dear" said Loni. "I am going to take the man out of you. I am going to remove the part of you that is male, and replace it with a new part, which is female."

"But..." he started.

"Uh-uh" she said. "You belong to me in every way now, and you will do as I say. You want what I want, remember? And what I want, is to turn you into a girl. That means that you *want* to be a girl, because it is what *I* want. Now tell me Chris. Tell me that you want to be a girl."

This was hard for Chris to take. He never envisioned anything *this* weird and kinky. It sounded perverted and disgusting. Make him become a girl? And he had to tell her that was what he wanted now? He felt like getting up and walking out. But there were a couple of problems. For one thing, he was naked, kneeling on the floor in front of her And for another, he was completely aroused, aching for Loni. He also had promised her that he would do this, even though she warned him several times that he wouldn't like it. He made a promise to her, and he wasn't going to break it now. He swallowed hard, and spoke.

"I want to be a girl" he said, his voice trembling and cracking slightly.

"Very good Christine" she said. "You will make a lovely girl."

Christine? She had just called him Christine! He felt terrible, and even sick to his stomach all of a sudden. How could he do this? He looked up at her, and into her eyes.

"Not only are you a girl Christine, but you are *my* girl. I am going to make you just like me. Now lets get started."

She pulled up her skirt, to give him a glimpse of what was underneath. His manhood twitched between his legs, as he got a glimpse of her white silk panties, with the lace trim.

"You need to wear ones just like this, so you can be like me" said Loni, as she walked over the closet and opened the door. From where Chris was kneeling, he couldn't see inside it though. She pulled out an identical set of panties, and handed them to Chris.

"Put these on Christine, then kneel down again."

It felt good to stand for a moment, and let his legs feel the blood flow again. He was very nervous as he put his left leg into the hole in the panties, then his right, and pulled them up. He never felt anything that soft and delicate against his skin. They fit funny, far differently than men's underthings did. He couldn't help but touch them with his hands, and feel the silky material.

"That's right Christine. You're wearing panties now. That's a good girl. Now kneel down again for me."

Chris kneeled back down, where he had been.

"I'm wearing one of these too" said Loni, as she reached into the closet and produced a white bra. It had almost see-through cups, with a floral lace pattern, along with wide straps, and an underwire.

"Put it on Christine" said Loni.

Chris's hands were trembling as he held the woman's undergarment near his body, and began to try and put it on. Loni laughed as he fumbled behind his back, trying to hook it up. He had never taken one off a girl, so he didn't have a clue how to get one on. Loni had to help him get it in place, then she adjusted the straps over his shoulder, so that it sat properly.

"Very pretty Christine" said Loni. "But if you're going to be a girl just like me, we can't have your bra sitting there empty with nothing to hold up."

Of course there was nothing to hold up. He was a guy. How could he have anything to fill out the bra's large empty cups? He was horrified to see what Loni pulled out now. Two large flesh colored lumps, in the exact shape as a woman's breasts. Loni smiled as she came over to him, and gently put them into the bra. Now the bra cups *were* full, and the extra weight made the straps over his shoulders dig in.

"There Christine. Now you're a D cup, like me."

Chris looked down at his chest, at the bra with the full cups. He felt weak now. Very weak. Why had he let her do this to him? Why did he feel so passive all of a sudden? He felt like even if he wanted to, he *couldn't* get up and run away anymore. His head sagged down a bit, like he was beaten. He was really feeling the drink now, and he realized that there must have been something in there other than just alcohol. Why had she done this to him? Why hadn't she trusted him?

All he could do was to keep his eyes on the prize: he was going to get laid. This was a nightmare, but he never had sex in all his life, and he would do whatever she wanted to get there. Maybe he'd drop her after today, and never see her again. She was way too weird. But after all he had gone through, he would follow this through to the conclusion. He was *so* horny, and today, for the first time, he was going to 'get some'.

 

"Now lets get you into your skirt Christine" she said. "You are so sexy, you're getting me wet already. I can't wait until we kiss and touch each other, so I can get you all wet too."

She handed him a white skirt identical to hers. It was pure white, soft and delicate. At the bottom at the hem, which came down well below the knees was a lacy trim. The skirt just surrounded him, and when he moved, he felt it rub so softly against his legs. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation, but one that he knew was reserved for girls. How could he be feeling this? He didn't want to be in a skirt! He didn't want "to get all wet"! This was *way* out of control now.

"Very good Christine. You look pretty in a skirt. Tell me how much you enjoy wearing one."

"I love being in a skirt" said Chris.

Somehow, it came out so much easier now, telling her what she wanted to hear. Maybe once he had done it once, it wasn't so shocking. That must be it, he thought.

Loni gave him a light blue chiffon top, identical to hers, but in his size. He put that on, and couldn't keep his eyes off the front, and the way it stood out, with the large D-cup breasts underneath. The cuffs were all frilly, as was the collar. He felt weak now. Oh so weak.

He didn't even protest as she put makeup on his face, just like hers. Nor did he say a word as she put him into a wig, which was almost identical to her hair. She was wearing a necklace, so of course she had a matching one for him, along with rings for his fingers, a clip-on earrings, just like the ones she wore. She even sprayed him with the same perfume she wore, so that he smelled just like her.

Last came the shoes. White high heels, just like the ones she wore. Somehow, she had found a pair in his shoe size, and they fit like a glove. As he stood up, he felt very wobbly in them. Loni held him up, and helped him walk over to the full length mirror on the way.

"There now Christine, look at yourself. As you can see, you *are* a girl now. And you are *mine*. I have turned you into a *female*, and you are just like me. Before, you could function on your own. Now, I own you, in every possible way. You look like me now, because you are just an extension of me. The person you used to be is gone. Now, all you are is an empty shell, with no independent thoughts. All you can do, is to do what *I* tell you to. You have no more thoughts. Your thoughts are *my* thoughts. Your feelings are *my* feelings. I have removed you, and replace what was there with *me*."

Chris stared at himself, and felt even weaker than before. He did look like a girl. Like her. She kept telling him how much she owned him now, and how he was nothing but a part of her. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't run now, he would have to go out in public looking like a chick. He couldn't stay; then he'd be forced to do who knows what with Loni. He was so confused that he froze. He looked at her, and she smiled.

"Now it is time Christine. Time for you to learn new feelings, as I take you to bed."

Loni came at him, put her arms around him, and kissed him. Chris felt like he was melting, as she pressed hard against his body. She put her hands on his behind, and pulled him close. She had her tongue in his mouth, and he felt breathless. Her hands started to explore him, and he did the same to her.

He put his hands on her soft warm mounds on her chest. He was touching a girl's breasts, just like he had always dreamed of. But now, Loni did the same to him!

"Oh Christine, your breasts are so wonderful. They are so full and firm. They turn me on so much. I'm *so* glad that you are a big boobed girl. Tell me how much you love having big breasts."

"I love having big breasts" said Chris, to try and please her. He was rewarded with another kiss.

"Tell me that you are my girl" she said.

"I am your girl" he replied breathlessly.

Loni gave him a big push, and he tottered in the heels. He found himself falling over backwards, onto the bed, where she set at him. She touched him all over, telling him what a pretty girl he was. She kissed him, she licked him, she caressed him. Her hand went between his legs and massaged him. He was hard. He was ready.

Loni kicked her shoes off, pulled down her nylons and panties, throwing them to the floor. She still had her skirt on, as did Chris. She reached up inside his skirt, and pulled down *his* nylons and panties, but only to his knees. Now his legs were stuck together at the knees, and he couldn't move them.

Loni smiled, and pulled up his skirt.

"My, what a pretty, warm, wet pussy you have Christine. I see it, and it drives me crazy! I want to feel up inside you. I want to touch you and taste your juices. Your vagina is just waiting for me. Tell me how much you want to feel me touch you up inside your pussy."

"Loni, please touch me. I want to feel you up inside my pussy" said Chris.

Loni straddled him, pulled her skirt up, and lowered herself down on him. She was all wet, and Chris's manhood easily slid inside her. She gasped, her mouth open, her head thrown back.

"Feel me up inside you" she said. "Feel how I'm deep in you, in your vagina."

Chris was breathing hard, his heart racing, as the feeling of being with a woman for the first time swept over him. She kept talking, telling him what a pretty girl he was, how attractive his boobs were, how warm and wet it was up inside his pussy. He didn't care. He just didn't want the feeling to stop. Every time she pulled up then down, he felt the most wonderful feeling.

"Tell me you belong to me!" said Loni.

"I belong to you" replied Chris.

"Tell me you are a woman!"

"I am a woman."

"Again! Louder!"

"I am a woman."

"Again! Even louder now!"

"I am a woman!" said Chris.

"Again! Again!"

"I am a woman!" he said.

He got into a rhythm with her: she would rise up and down, and he would say he was a woman. She did it to him again, and again, and again. Each time, she made him say it louder.

"I AM A WOMAN!!!" he said, and at that moment, he exploded inside her. He had reached orgasm for the first time with a chick, and it was even better than he had ever imagined.

"I'm a woman. I'm a woman" he muttered, as Loni collapsed down on him after dismounting. She hugged him, kissed him on the cheek, and snuggled with him. They fell asleep in each other's arms.

* * *

 

Chris awoke at 3:00am, and he had to go pee. He stood up, and immediately felt *terrible*. He was still dressed up as a woman. He still wore a bra, with the cups filled out full with large fake boobs. He got to the bathroom, dimly lit by the nightlight. He pulled his skirt up, but it would be too hard to pee, so he removed it.

"You need to do that sitting down" said Loni, who had just entered the room.

"But..." he said.

"Sit!" she ordered, and he quickly obeyed.

Obeying her felt good he realized, as he sat down. It felt good! What had she done to him? How had she trained him in just one night, so that he felt actual pleasure from doing what she said?

"You're a girl now Christine, and girls sit down to pee" she said.

When he was done, it was her turn. She made him stay to watch as she did it. She led him by the hand back to bed, and started kissing him.

"You are such a pretty girl" she said.

Chris felt his body respond. His heart beat faster. He got hard. Before he knew it, she was on top of him again, and they were having sex for a second time that night. This time, Loni wasn't nearly as gentle. She was aggressive and assertive. Chris was passive, and did what she told him. This drove her crazy, and made her even more aggressive. She held his wrists down on the bed, and he didn't even struggle to move them.

And now that he had already climaxed one time that night, this time it took a lot longer for him to reach his orgasm. That gave Loni more time to tell him he was a woman, to make him say things to her, and to assert her total dominance over him.

"Tell me you want to have a baby, and be a mommy one day."

"I want to have a baby" said Chris. "I want to be a mommy."

"Tell me that you belong to me completely, and want me to rule your life."

"I am completely yours" said Chris. "I want you to rule my life."

"Tell me you are a woman" said Loni.

"I am a woman" he responded.

"Again. Louder. Again. Again! Again!!!"

She built up her rhythm again, and soon Chris found himself once again shouting out that he was a woman, as he climaxed inside her. Twice in one night. He was now totally in love with Loni. And he was totally hers.

* * *

 

The next morning, Chris woke up completely in love with Loni. He didn't care that he had to be her slave in order to get laid. He didn't care that he had to be her girl. He just cared that he was in love with a woman who would go to bed with him.

After they woke up, Loni was very gentle and kind with him. She told him he could dress up in his man clothes.

"But you realize Christine, that last night was not just a game. You weren't just pretending to be mine. You *are* mine, forever. And while I am allowing you to pretend that you are a man, for now, you know that you are a woman on the inside, and you will always be."

Chris nodded. Anything to please *her*.

"You may dress up in your man clothes, for now. But as a reminder that you are really a woman now, and as I sign that you are *mine*, you will wear your panties. Always. You will never wear male underwear again. You will always have something feminine on, so that you don't ever forget. Tell me that you understand."

"I understand" said Chris.

"Very good Christine. Now I know you have a busy day planned for today. But tonight, you will go out on a date with me. You may dress up in man clothes this time, but I expect you to show up with your legs shaved, your chest, and your underarms. You will do this every few days, for me. Keep your skin nice, hairless, and smooth, like the girl's, since you are one now."

And so Chris wore panties under his jeans, as he dressed up for school. It was strange walking to class. Each time he saw a girl, he felt strange knowing that he had worn a bra, like she was, or that he was wearing panties, just like her. He was looking at them differently now; how the dressed, how they wore their makeup, and how they did their hair. He didn't realize it, but he was checking them out more the way one girl checks out another, instead of the way a guy does.

It was also strange when he saw a pretty young woman, knowing that Loni wanted to turn him into someone like her. "That could be me" he thought, seeing one attractive young hottie walking across campus. Instead of imagining himself going to bed with her, the thought flashed through his mind of what it would be like to *be* her.

 

That evening, Chris went with Loni on their first real date. She immediately took charge, telling him that he was to be quiet when the waiter came around, and not speak even one single word.

"I will have the swordfish" she said, "but I'd like veggies instead of the potatoes. And Chrissy here would like the pork medallions, but without the gravy. I'll take white wine, and Chrissy will take red. That will be all."

He sat there silently, as she had requested, squirming in his seat. She hadn't asked him what he wanted. She didn't even know what he liked, or how he would have ordered it. And he had to listen to her call him 'Chrissy' in front of the waiter. At least that was better than Christine!

"I *know* you're wearing your panties" said Loni. "And I *know* you obeyed me, by shaving your legs. How does it feel to be hairless and smooth?"

"It feels different" he replied. "And it itches a little."

"Don't worry Christine. Lots of girls get that. I'll give you some creams to start applying to your skin that will help with that, and will make your skin nice and soft, cream & smooth. Girls like us should have pretty soft skin."

Chris nodded politely. Loni reached under the table, and pulled out a box, wrapped up with a bow.

"Go ahead, open it!" she said.

Chris was surprised. A present? For him? He opened it up, and found that there were two smaller boxes inside. The first one was small, roughly the size of an elongated pack of cigarettes. He opened it up, to discover a gold necklace, with a pretty diamond.

"Go ahead" she said, "put it on. It's for you."

It was most definitely a girl's necklace, but Chris put it on.

"You will always wear that now" said Loni, "as a token of your new status, and a constant reminder that you are my girl."

He didn't know if he wanted to open the second box now. It was larger than the first, and he was scared to find what was inside. He carefully opened it, and discovered that it was a bra.

"Go to the restroom, and put it on under your shirt. You're going to be wearing one from now on, so you might as well get started right away. Don't sit there silly, go!"

She pointed towards the restrooms, and Chris froze for a moment. Loni pointed again, and he got up. He went to the room, keeping the box closed, so that nobody would see what he had inside. He went into a stall, sat down ,and took off his shirt. He was so scared that someone would see inside the crack of the door, and see him putting on a bra.

He fumbled to get it on, but only took him a few tries. Then he put his shirt on, and he looked at himself in the mirror. Thankfully, the shirt was thick enough and dark enough that the bra didn't show through, like it did for a girl who was wearing white clothes. Chris thought to himself: I'll never be able to wear a white shirt again.

He imagined that he could see the faint outline of the bra under the shirt though, and him imagined that everyone in the place was staring at him as he returned to the table.

"Show me" said Loni.

Chris pulled his collar aside so that she could see the strap going over his shoulder.

"Very good Christine. We'll start with just the bra for now. Soon, you'll start stuffing it too. Just a little at first, to get used to it, then more and more. Once you're up to full size, you'll start wearing your breast forms all the time. I can't wait to see you again with big boobs. You turn me on so much when I see mounds like those on your chest."

Chris responded be feeling aroused, and getting hard. Loni was doing it again: she was training him to get aroused at the thought of being a girl. He didn't even realized that he was being trained. He didn't realize what she was doing to him. He didn't know that soon, he would *need* to be a girl in order to even get aroused. All he knew was that it turned her on, and that he loved her.

"Now of course you'll start growing your nails out longer too, so don't cut them anymore. I'll teach you how to file them and to take care of them. I think you'll start wearing nailpolish soon too. You'll look cute with red nails. Or maybe pink. I'm not sure yet. Do you think that you'd prefer red or pink nails?"

"I don't know" said Chris, who didn't want *any* color on his nails.

"Don't worry Christine. Lots of girls are indecisive. We'll just have to go to a salon, and get a professional to help you pick out a good color."

"And if we let your hair grow out just a little more, we can make it really pretty as it is. I think you'll get highlights, and a pretty new style. There's plenty of hair to work with there. You'll let it grow out of course, until it is long like mine."

All this talk of how she was going to make him do more and more to be like a girl, made Chris feel even more weak and passive. He was silent, as the waiter brought the meal. He was in Loni's control now, and he didn't even realize just how much yet.

After dinner, she took him to her place, and they made love.

"You're a wonderful woman" she whispered into his ear when they were done.

"I'm a woman" he replied.

Loni kissed him. He was hers.

* * *

 

 

Almost every day, Loni would go out with Chris now. And almost every time, she would add just one more little thing to his list. True to her word, she made him start to stuff his bra, which he now constantly wore under his clothes. The first time, she handed him two Kleenex tissues.

"Put one in each cup. We will start gradual, and build up."

It was so little that there was no way it would show any more than just the empty bra did, but Chris was totally intimidated by it. And with each progressing date, she added more and more. Within a few weeks, there was no hiding the fact that Chris had two small smooth mounds under his shirt. People stared at him, and he felt *so* uncomfortable about it.

Loni bought him gifts from time to time, like the time she bought a pretty silk blouse.

"You'll wear this when we go out on Saturday" she said, and Chris knew he would, even though he would feel really silly being seen in it. Maybe in the 1960s, in 'Swinging London' you could have gotten away with that. But not now, on a college campus. And now when you could see the faint outline of a bra underneath it. At least the fabric puffed out, so that you couldn't see the shape of the larger and larger mounds on his chest. He had taken to wearing bulky loose fitting sweaters, even on warm days, so his 'boobs' wouldn't show. But he wouldn't be able to hide them for much longer, if she kept upping the size as she was doing.

Then one day she put a little bit of foundation on his face before they went out. Just a tiny bit of makeup, not enough to notice. But he knew that from then on, it would always be there. He was trying to get used to having all these feminine things on him in public. It had been very gradual, and few people had commented on it yet. But that wouldn't last forever.

One day, Loni gave him a pair of black pants. They were cut for a woman's body, and there was no room in the crotch, like men's pants. At first glance, you might not notice that he was wearing lady's clothes. But *he* knew, and that was most important to Loni.

Chris started to feel like he wanted this to stop, and that he couldn't go any further in public with is gradual feminization. But he loved Loni with all his heart, and he couldn't go on if he didn't have her. So he was good, and obeyed her commands.

Soon he found himself wearing women's flats instead of his shoes. And getting his nails painted such a light shade of pink that they didn't look painted unless you looked really closely. One day Loni did his hair with some hairspray and a blowdryer after he showered, and he really felt intimidating, as his hair looked prettier than it had ever been before.

But all these little things had been gradual. And it wasn't until one day when Chris went to the coffee shop to study, that he had a real shock. He was reading his book, taking notes, and sipping his coffee. The waitress came around with the pot.

"Would you like a warm-up, Ma'am?" she said.

Chris went into shock. A woman, a complete stranger, had called him "Ma'am". She thought he was a woman! He had crossed a line, and hadn't even noticed it. He rushed out of there, and into Loni's room. He was in tears.

"Loni, a waitress just called me Ma'am!"

"Christine, isn't that wonderful?"

"No! This has to stop, now!"

"You're right Christine. This does have to stop, this pretending that you are a man. From now on, you will wear full makeup. You will wear your full sized breast forms. And I think until you get used to it, you will only be allowed to wear skirts from now on."

 

Chris's head was spinning. This was all too much for him. He loved Loni with all his heart, but now she was asking him to do something he would never dream possible: totally give up his manhood. He would have to go around school dressed as a girl. He would have to wear a skirt, makeup, fully stuffed bra, and the works. Every day, all the time, with no exceptions.

He was okay with being her slave. He was okay with being a girl for her in the bedroom, or with doing little things for her to prove his devotion and loyalty. But now he stood at a crossroads in his life. He had two choices. One, he could tell her to forget it, walk out, and never speak to her again. He could keep his manhood and his pride. But he would be alone again, and now that people were talking behind his back about how much she had him wrapped around her finger, and how she was turning him into a girl, he knew he'd never have another girl, unless he went to another school or something, where he'd never see any of these people again. It would also mean disobeying Loni, which he had never done, ever since he pledged that he was hers.

His other choice was to give in, and go put on the skirt. It would mean total humiliation in public: everyone would see him, know he was a man, but laugh at how he was dressed like a girl. He wouldn't be able to get a moment of peace, other than when he was with Loni alone. He would be, without a doubt, totally and completely hers. He would be showing her in the greatest way possible, that she owned him. He would be giving up his manhood for good, along with his sense of pride and self worth, all for her. He would prove his love in the greatest way possible. There would be no doubt in her mind just how much he did care for her, just how much he loved her, and just how much he had given himself over to her.

 

Chris stood up, and made the only choice possible. He took the skirt, and put it on.

* * *

 

Chris had completely given himself up to Loni now. Even in public, as he walked around with her in his brown skirt, knee high boots with four inch heels, and his tight sweater to show off his large fake breasts, people stared at him.

"That's a man!" said one girl to another, as they turned away and giggled.

"Looks like she turned him into a lesbo too" said one guy to his buddy.

But Chris didn't care. He was as happy as happy could be. He had love. He had Loni. And life was so easy for him now. He didn't have to think anymore. She told him what to do, and he was glad to do it. They were moving into an apartment together, so that Chris wouldn't get beat up again in the dorm like he had the last week. He used heavy makeup and concealer to hide the bruises on his face, but you could still tell.

Loni told him it was just because that guy was jealous of him, that he was allowed to be a girl, but that guy wasn't.

"It's all that testosterone that guys have in their systems" she said, shaking her head.

"What about my testosterone?" said Chris. "I would hate it if I became like that."

"Exactly" said Loni. "And that is why we're going to start you on estrogen, and a testosterone blocker. It will cancel out the effects of that nasty hormone, and let you feel the *good* effects of female hormones instead. They will alter your body, and change you from the inside out. With enough time, you'll grow real boobs. Your skin will become soft. You will become more and more like me."

"When can I start?" said Chris excitedly.

Loni smiled. She had her perfect slave now. A slave who loved her, with all his heart, even as she twisted him into becoming a woman. In time, his male equipment would no longer work, once the female sex hormones worked their magic on him. Until then, she would enjoy intercourse with him. But once he no longer function, she'd train him to go down on her, and to like it.

The feeling of control over a male, and the feeling of being able to day by day kill off whatever manhood he had left, made Loni feel so powerful. This is what she lived for: having power over men, making them do her bidding, and being able to force them to show the ultimate in devotion: turning themselves into women for her.

Yes, one day when Christine felt completely female, he would want to get his manhood removed. And then soon, he would probably start to want a man of his own. She would let him go, and move on to her next boyfriend, just as she had in the past. Chris was her third, and she thought, the best. She got better at it every time.

Loni wondered if she could turn two guys into women at once the next time. Perhaps brothers, or roommates. She could play one against the other, making them try to outdo each other in order to win her affections. She smiled. She would have it all planed out by the time Christine felt independent, and left her.

But for now, there was a lot more fun to be had, as she trained Christina, and turned her into a complete woman. It would be fun watching her breasts bud, and eventually fill out the cups of her bra. It would be great to feel in control as she turned Chris into Christina, turned his body female, and finally turned his desire to men, who would be members of the opposite sex. He would be a *she* by then, and she would have a natural attraction to men. It would be so fun to watch.

And it would all start tonight with the estrogen pills she had already bought.

"Here is your estrogen, Christine" she said.

She didn't give an order. She simply gave a gift to her slave, a bottle of pills. She smiled as Chris pulled out a pill, and swallowed it down with a glass of water. He was doing it to himself, which made it even better for her. She didn't order him, she merely set up the situation. He must *want* to be a woman now. This was to make him happy.

"On your knees" she said. "Tonight, I'm going to teach you how to suck pussy."

Chris gladly go on his knees, and looked up at her. Subservient, lowly, eager to please. Her perfect slave, well on his way to becoming a woman now. Life was good, and there was much to celebrate and enjoy.

* * *

 

Epilog

 

Christine and Loni stayed together for almost two years after Chris took his first estrogen. Over time, his mind and body continued to develop, as he gladly served his true love as her devoted slave. But one day, when Christine woke up, she felt different, and she knew it. *He* was gone. All of *him*. There was no male left.

And on that day, Christine became free. A man can be a slave to a woman, because he is an inferior being, only worthy of servitude. But now she was a woman. And as a woman, she was no longer Loni's inferior; she became her equal, her peer.

Loni and Christine are still friends (and occasional lovers) to this day. They still see each other a couple of times a year, and they are like sisters when they are together. While their love has diminished over time, they hold a special place in each other's hearts, and their memories of each other will never fade.

  

  

  

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