The Angora Trap I slowed down as I came up to the sweater shop as I had done many times before in the mall. I had never gone into the store for fear of giving myself away, but I could resist no longer. The mall was about to close, so I knew I couldn't spend to long and get myself over excited. The sales lady was serving the only other customer in the store, so I was free to wander without being disturbed. I walked around a corner to find myself confronted with a large display of the most beautiful angora sweaters I had ever seen. I couldn't help but run my hands over the soft fur like wool. I forgot all about the store closing or the sales lady, but she hadn't forgotten about me! She had finished with the other customer and observed what I was doing. She quietly closed and locked the doors and pulled down the security curtain. Then she lowered the lights for the night. I suddenly realized where I was and that the store had closed. The sales lady came over to me and introduced herself as Brenda. She then asked if I would like to try one of the sweaters on. I was dumbfounded. How did she know? I stammered that I didn't know what she was talking about, that I was looking for my girl friend, but she could see right through me. She took my hand and led me to the back of the store. I was thrust into a dressing room and told to get undressed... "completely". I did as I was told. Brenda took my clothes away, replacing them with some silk panties, a matching bra, a garter belt and some black stockings. With nothing else to wear, I had no choice but to put them on, not that I didn't want to. When I was fully clothed in the lingerie, she handed me the thickest, most luxurious angora sweater I had ever seen. It had not been with the ones I had looked at. Just holding it made my blood course through my veins. I pulled it on, struggling to get the thick, tight collar over my head. The sleeves were full, with tight cuffs. The sweater was hip length, which left my garters showing. It felt wonderful, but what was I supposed to do now? There wasn't a mirror in the dressing room, so I couldn't see what I looked like. Brenda told me to come out, so she could see. I refused, feeling to embarrassed, but she insisted. She opened the door and dragged me out. She said I looked great in the sweater and handed me a calf length, tight skirt, matching the sweater. I put it on, feeling much less exposed. She led me to the floor length mirror where I could see this soft image of femininity staring back. I was in heaven, and Brenda knew it. She told me to wait a minute while she got something from the front. I had no idea what was coming, but it would change my life forever. She came back with a scarf which she draped around my throat and down my back. It was very long, reaching to my knees. She then took my hands and pulled them to the back, tying them up with the scarf. I asked what she was doing, but she told me to be quiet. This was my first indication that I was in trouble. She unrolled the collar of the sweater up over my face, so I couldn't see. Then she gagged me, forcing the angora into my mouth. I was forced onto a chair, where my feet were slipped into high-heeled, knee-high leather boots. She secured the boots to the chair and rolled me to the loading dock, where I was put in the back of a mini-van. The chair and I were tied to the van. I was left like this while she finished closing up the store, about an hour. Then she got into the van and we drove off, to, I know not where. Finally the van stopped and Brenda got out. She left me there for about an hour. When she returned, she removed the gag, rolled down the collar and unshackled my legs. She was wearing a black leather skirt with a matching angora, crop-top sweater. In her left hand was a riding crop. She told me to get up and follow her, which I did, obediently. The van was parked in a garage with a door leading to the house, she lead me through the door, down a hall and into a small room. The only furnishing was a hospital style gurney. She untied my hands and told me to remove everything below my waist and then get on the bed. Once on the bed, she buckled a collar around my neck, pressing the soft angora against my skin. The sleeves of the sweater had slits on the underside of the wrist, secured with a button. She undid the buttons and fed straps through the slits, over my wrist, out the slit again and under the edge of the gurney, where they were secured. She placed a soft pad over my hips, followed by a wide leather strap, which was also secured under the gurney. The gurney was designed to split so the legs could be separated. She secured my legs at the knees and the ankles and then split the bed, so my feet were about three feet apart. I was completely immobilized. She came over and gave me a kiss and said she would be back shortly. She draped the scarf over my face, so I couldn't see. When she returned, she inserted a needle, containing anaesthetic, into my left leg, just below my crotch, and another just beside my testicles. She then injected something into each of my testicles and implanted something under the skin on my left leg. A final shot went into my rump. Next she spread some jelly in my asshole and fed a tube in. She then placed a rubber bag over my penis, secured with a ring at the base. Finally, she covered my legs with a nice, warm, soft blanket. Brenda removed the scarf from my face and smiled at me. I asked what she had done, to which she smiled and gave me another kiss. She said I had just started on my journey to womanhood, with her help. She had injected my testicles with a chemical, which would dissolve them. This would stop my testosterone production. She had placed a rod with five years of estrogen in my leg, and given me a booster shot in my rump. The rest she said was unimportant for now and refused to tell me. She said the anaesthetic would wear off in about four hours, and I would feel uncomfortable for a while after that, as my balls dissolved. Then she said it was time to go to sleep. She kissed me goodnight, closed the door and turned off the light. I heard her lock the door, though there was no way I could get off the bed if I wanted to. The room was pitch black. The only window was a small one in the door. It was covered with a curtain, on the outside. There was nothing I could do but go to sleep, so I did. In the morning, Brenda came in to find me already awake, and feeling the effects of her work the day before. She removed the blanket and felt for my balls. She said they were completely dissolved. She then asked if I had discovered how to use the tube in my ass. I had no idea what she was talking about. She said that since I had been such a good little girl, she would show me what she meant. She started by lightly tickling my penis, which responded quickly. Suddenly, I felt something growing in my ass. As she got me more aroused, my cock started twitching, and I felt a twitching sensation in my ass. Everything my penis did, the tube did as well! It felt like I was fucking myself. This got me so horny that I couldn't hold on any longer. It was the most amazing orgasm I had ever had. My cum was pumped down the tube which seemed to cum along with me. I had deposited my own seed into myself. While I was recovering from this experience, Brenda released me from the restraints. She told me that I would only be able to do this for a short while, as the hormonal changes I was going through would make an erection impossible in a few days. In a few weeks I would be able to experience true feminine orgasms, which were much better anyway. She then told me to get up. She placed a velvet collar around my neck and attached a matching lead to it. She told me to come, which I did. She led me down a hall and down some stairs to the basement. We passed through a room, which was covered from floor to ceiling with shelves of sweaters and racks of knitted dresses and skirts. She said that once I had become more feminine, I would be allowed to wear these clothes, but for now, I was limited to angora only. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. The End.