From pattee@mail.ohio.net Mon Mar 17 17:29:20 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.sissy,alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.femdom,alt.sex.trans
Subject: NEW TG:  The Scent
From: michelle <pattee@mail.ohio.net>
Date: Mon, 17 Mar 1997 14:29:20 -0800
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DISCLAIMER:  If you’re not 21, then go away.  Adult material!

THE SCENT:

“You know something”, said Rebecca to Mike, “you’re an asshole!  You
treat Joy as if she were DIRT!”

“I treat her like I treat ALL pussies”, Mike snapped back.  “Now leave me
the hell alone!”

The argument started when Becky happened to walk in on her best girl
friend, Joy and his fiancee.  Joy was dressed like the slut Mike wanted 
her
to be -- face messy with fresh cum -- and tears in her eyes.  Mike had 
just
“convinced her” to give him a blowjob -- a task barely completed when
Becky walked in.

Mike was the dominant one in the relationship always putting Joy down in
sexist ways.  Joy, on the other hand, took the abuse because she “loved
Mike” -- or so she said.  As Becky walked into the room she overheard
Mike calling Joy “a pussy” for failing to retrieve a beer for him fast
enough from the refrigerator after her terrific blowjob.  “You’re worth
CRAP!”, said Mike -- “all you’re GOOD for is your pussy!”  THAT
infuriated Becky who took no back seats to ANY guys!

“Why do you put UP with this crap?”, asked Becky.

“I don’t know!”, said Joy.  “I really DO love him!  I just wish he were a
little more -- well -- less a BULLY”, she said.  “I wish he could become
more -- YOU!”

“You ought to just DUMP the bastard”, said Becky still reeling from the
confrontation with Mike.  “But if you LIKE, I think there is a way to
TAME little mikey.”

“What do you mean?”, asked Joy with MORE than a little curiosity.   She
was at a point where she herself  wasn’t sure whether this whole
relationship with Mike was going to work out or not.  

“A professor friend of mine is working on some research at the college 
and
is looking for a subject to test some new ideas on.  She’s in the 
psychology
department -- working on human modification of some sort.  She says
she’s got a new substance that can tame overbearing, out-of-control  
males
egos.”

“It won’t HURT him, will it?”, asked Joy more interested than ever.

“NO!  Why don’t you come with me this afternoon?  We can talk with Liz
about her experiments.  It might be just what you’re looking for!”

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

Liz was a 40ish attractive woman standing nearly six feet tall without
heels.  She had a figure that would appeal to any man.  Joy and Becky
came into her lab to find her at work, mixing some ingredients into some
glass tubes.  Liz looked up, glad to see her friend Becky.  They were
MORE than mere acquaintances, having tasted the gentler type of love that
only females can share.

Becky was 24 years old -- just like Joy.  Both were attractive blondes 
with
great swimsuit figures.  “This is the girl I was telling you about”, said
Becky as she walked up to hug her friend.  They embraced in MORE than
a casual way and then Liz looked at Joy.  

“I hear you have a subject for me!”, she said matter-of-factly, BUT with 
a
gentle smile on her face.

“I don’t know!”, said Joy -- a little leery of the complicated looking 
tubes
and bubbling potions in the lab.

“Relax, girl”, she said.  “Becky here has told me all about your
over-bearing macho boyfriend.  I have a substance here that I’ve been
working on that might just change that young man for you.  Interested?”

“Go on!”, said Joy, fascinated by what she was hearing.

“Do you know what Pheromones are?”, asked Liz.

“Aren’t they some sort of chemical that attracts people to the opposite
sex?”, asked Joy.

“Pretty much.  Men and women are driven together largely by chemicals. 
We’ve known about pheromones and how they work to attract girls to
boys and boys to girls -- but I’ve taken it further.

“Chemicals are also responsible for the way we interact with people.  For
example, your boyfriend has a chemical balance that makes him aggressive
toward you and other females.”

“That’s what makes him the asshole he IS!”, sniped Becky.  Joy just
looked at her rolling her eyes at the statement and then turning her
attention back to Liz.

“I’ve isolated the chemicals that stimulate aggression and submission. 
I’ve used those chemicals in a cologne with a pleasing enough fragrance. 
When the person wears this fragrance it acts like a pheromone, only in a
more peculiar way.  The subject will become a much more submissive
character simply because he is stimulating the particular chemical 
reaction
in his body that makes a person submissive.”

“Do you mean that if I get my boyfriend to wear this, he will become less 
a
bully?”, Joy piped in.

“It goes farther than that!”, said Liz.  “He will become a submissive to
ANY female -- and any female who smells the fragrance he is wearing will
become more aggressive.  The fragrance will set up a new chemical
balance in his system so that he will have no choice but to listen to 
women
in a different way than he does right now.”

“I’ve got to HAVE some of THAT!”, said Joy with a gleeful tint to her
voice.

“If I give this to you, then you have to follow my experiment to its
conclusion”, said Liz.

“What’s the gimmick?”, asked Joy.

“There are three phases to this behavior modification experiment -- three
different ingredients we will try.  The first will be given over a 
month’s
time and will make your guy a true submissive quite against his will.  He
will know he is changing, only he will have no idea why!  

“The fragrance is doctored a bit with some addictive agents which will
insure that he will continue to apply the fragrance.  It will have to be
applied three times each day.

“In the second phase we will add to the ingredients to feminize him.”

“You don’t mean you’re going to turn him into a GIRL!”, asked Joy with
some alarm.  She wasn’t SURE she wanted to make Mike a girl!

“Not a girl -- but not far from one”, said Liz.  “He will be driven
chemically to satisfy a burning desire to become more feminine.  You
should LIKE the changes in this part of the experiment.”

“Go on”, said Joy.

“The third part will test whether a man can be turned toward
homosexuality through chemical manipulation.  Again, it will be a new
ingredient added to the fragrance which will envelop him in a way he
cannot escape.  After the third month he’s yours!  At that time you can
either keep him or leave him!”

Joy was listening with some interest.  “Well PUSSY!”, chimed in Becky. 
“Doesn’t this sound interesting?”

Her use of the word “pussy” brought back all the bitter feelings that 
Mike
had caused in her recently.  “You’ve got a deal!”, said Joy.  She signed
some papers to make everything perfectly legal, and then was given the
cologne for Mike.  

“Give it to him as a gift”, said Liz.  “Once he wears it the first time, 
he
will be hooked.  He will HAVE to get his fix every 8 hours or so or he 
will
be strung out in a way he has ever experienced.  Good luck, dear!”

Joy and Becky left the lab and went back to Joy’s apartment.  There she
wrapped the bottle of cologne as a gift for Mike.  She would begin the
process before she thought it twice.

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

“You got this for ME?”, asked Mike with a smile on his face.  He wrapped
his arms around Joy and gave her a tight squeeze, feeling her soft 
breasts
crush against his hairless chest.  Joy was dressed just the way Mike
insisted.  She was wearing a short skirt that hung six inches above her
knees.  She wore no bra -- didn’t really NEED to, even though she had C
cup breasts.  Her makeup made her look like she was ready to go to a 
strip
bar for work -- and her heels -- she always had to wear heels!

Mike dabbed some of the cologne on him and found that it was a very
pleasing smell.  “I like this stuff, he said.  It not only SMELLS good -- 
it
FEELS good.”  He grabbed Joy and let his hands roam freely under her
short skirt, toying with the satin panties she was wearing.  “This stuff
smells SEXY!”, he said as he began to feel a hardon developing in his
pants.  “Why don’t you do some FISHIN’ and give me another blowjob,
pussy”, Mike said.  Joy went to her knees, opened his zipper, and fished
his hard cock out of his boxer shorts.  She nibbled at the tip the way he
liked her to and then slowly, sensuously, took it into her moist and 
ready
mouth.  She was going to give him the blowjob of his life -- maybe even
the LAST one he would receive from her.

Eight hours later, Mike began to feel twitchy!  For some reason he felt a
need to put more cologne on.  He slapped it on his face and neck like a
man would, and then went on with his work.  Joy just watched and
wondered how long the transformation would take place.

***********

It was a week later and the changes were already dramatic.  Joy was ready
to meet mike as he came home.  Liz had said Joy would become more
aggressive -- and that she had.  SHE was the one who in the last two days
had told mike what to wear for work -- and he LISTENED to her, not
knowing quite where the “shift in power” had come from. In fact, mike
hadn’t started an argument with her in the last four days.  he found 
himself
yielding to Joy at every turn -- and it felt like the right thing to be 
doing. 
he KNEW that something was going on, but he couldn’t quite put his
finger on it.

As he walked in the door, Joy was waiting for him.  Today she was
dressed in leather shorts and a leather bra.  GOD did she look good! 
“How’s my boytoy today?”, she asked as she walked up to mike and gave
him a hard kiss.  he tried to move back a little because of her force, 
but
found he could not.  Joy snaked her tongue into mike’s mouth while her
hand began to grab and caress his hardening cock.  

“Please, Joy -- not now!”, said mike.  “i’m tired!”

“Too bad”, said Joy amused by his changing behavior.  “Time to put on
your perfume!”, she said.  

mike KNEW that it was time.  his body was aching for another fix of that
wonderful fragrance.  “Don’t forget to dabble it gently behind your ears
and on your wrists”, said Joy giggling.”

mike turned red.  he had seen her put her perfume on time and time again
-- and that is what SHE did!  Didn’t matter, though.  he went to the
bedroom and dabbled some behind his ear and on his wrists like he was
told.  Then he went back to find Joy.

She was by the table with all of mike’s boxer shorts stacked there.  “I’m
tired of you wearing such tasteless undies”, said Joy snipping away at 
the
last pair of his shorts.  She had cut each of them through the crotch,
making them unwearable.

“What the hell are you DOING?”, asked mike, taken back by her
aggressive stance.

“I’m getting us ready to go SHOPPING”, said Joy with a gleam in her eye. 
“You don’t seem to have anymore UNDERWEAR to your name.  Guess
we’re going to have to BUY some!”, she said.

mike didn’t like the sound of that -- but was unable to resist her
suggestion.  She was commanding him now -- and it seemed the right
thing to do.  “Where are you taking me?”, asked mike.

“Victoria’s Secrets”, said Joy.  “Grab my purse and let’s get going!”

mike followed Joy out the door, carrying her purse in his hands.  “What
am i supposed to buy at Victoria’s Secrets?”, asked mike trying to be a
little commanding.

“Why, UNDERWEAR, of course!”, said Joy.

“THEY don’t sell men’s underwear”, said mike a little concerned now.

“Then I guess we’ll just have to buy you some PANTIES”, Joy said with a
commanding smile.

mike didn’t say another word as they drove to the mall.  For some reason
Joy had become a different person; for some reason HE had become a
different person.  he KNEW he should be getting angry with her because
of what she had just done, but somehow it was beyond his control.  They
walked through the mall toward Victoria’s Secrets and Joy gave mike his
assignment.

“I want you to buy two dozen pairs of panties”, she said looking him 
right
in the eyes.  “All have to be nylon or satin -- half of them have to be 
pink
-- some of them have to have flowery prints -- ALL of them have to be
feminine!”

“But Joy!  You can’t make me DO this!  Please don’t make me DO this!”,
mike said unable to shake off her control.

“Browse for awhile”, continued Joy ignoring his pleas, -- “and then ask
that young girl for help.  SHE’LL have to tell you what size you wear!”

mike felt trapped and helpless as he walked through the stacks of female
panties.  Joy watched on as the young girl approached him and asked if he
needed help.  “i want to buy some panties”, said mike in a quiet voice.

The young girl -- maybe 20 years old -- didn’t know why, but she felt
domineering towards mike.  “And just WHO are they for?”, she asked
with a sexy smile.

“For me”, mike said sheepishly.  he felt like this girl also controlled 
him. 
Why was it all of a sudden that women seemed so strong and he so weak?

“Well, you’re not the FIRST queer in here. Do you know you’re size?”,
asked the pretty girl.

mike was taken back the “queer” reference, but he ignored it and said, 
“36
medium i think.”

“you need a GIRL’S size!”, said the young lady.  “Let me see!”, she said 
as
she put a tape around mike’s hips.  As her arms wrapped around the
handsome young man her large breasts snuggled closely against his hot
tits.  he was getting a hardon.  “you wear a size seven”, she said.  
“What
kind of panties are you interested in?” she said loud enough for everyone
to hear.

“i need two dozen -- pink and different colors”, mike said, totally
embarrassed now.

“SISSY panties is it?”, asked the young girl.  She went off and grabbed
bunches of panties from the racks.   “Why don’t you try this nice satin 
pink
hipster on?, she said holding them up to his waist as if sizing them up 
for
him.  “Go to the girl’s changing room there and put them on -- tell me if
they fit well”, she said.

mike didn’t know why she was getting so pushy -- but he did as she said. 
he went into the room, closed the lockless door, pulled down his pants 
and
boxer shorts and slipped the pink panties up his legs.  No sooner had he
slipped them on but Joy began knocking lightly on the door.  “Come out
and let me SEE them”, she commanded.  

mike slowly opened the door to let her peek in and Joy pulled it open all
the way, taking her boyfriends hand and making him step outside the
changing booth.  “NOW who’s the PUSSY mikey!”, she said laughing as
the sales girl came toward them.

“I think we found your color!”, said the young girl laughing with Joy 
now.

mike’s cock was clearly pushing the satin panties to their limit as Joy 
said,
“put your pants on and give those ugly boxer shorts to the nice girl.  
I’m
SURE she can dispose of them!  We’re going home”, said Joy.  mike paid
for nearly 3 dozen pairs of panties and walked out of the mall feeling
thoroughly humiliated.  he wasn’t sure why Joy was so domineering all of
a sudden -- but he couldn’t seem to do anything about it!  It would be
PANTIES for him from now on!  She was turning him into a panty boy --
and as he felt the smooth fabric on his cock and ass, he was sort of 
glad!

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

“How’s it going?”, asked Liz.  Joy had come in after the third week to
report on the experiment.  

“he’s wearing panties all the time now -- and I also have him shaving his
legs to make them smooth.  We haven’t had an argument in nearly three
weeks -- it’s BEAUTIFUL!”, said Joy.  “I wish I would have done this
MONTHS ago!”

“That’s fine!”, said Liz happy with the results so far.  “I think it’s 
about
time to begin phase two.  I want you to bring mike to me tomorrow; I 
think
it’s time for us to meet.  And, by the way!  Make sure he wears some
feminine slacks.  I want to see just how submissive he’s becoming!”

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

“But why do I have to wear THESE?”, asked mike tearfully as Joy handed
him a white pair of stretch slacks.  “Everyone will KNOW these are girl’s
pants -- and besides -- they’ll be able to see my pink panties through
them!”  

“ENOUGH”, said Joy.  “you will put these on so we can meet my friend. 
Now DO it!”

mike pulled the white stretch material up his smooth legs.  They fastened
in the back so Joy had to help him zip up and fasten the buckle.  He wore 
a
boy’s shirt but looked quite conspicuous wearing what was obviously a
feminine pair of girl’s pants with pink panties showing through.  “Liz 
has
some new perfume for you to wear”, said Joy, “and we want to look
PRETTY when she tries it on you!”

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

“MY, but aren’t we getting along!”, said Liz as she looked at the 
slightly
feminized male.  “I think it’s time you knew what was happening to you,
young man -- or should I say -- young LADY!”

mike was taken back by the word “lady”, but he said not a word.  “you’ve
been under the influence of some pretty strong drugs that are changing
your body chemistry to better fit the “male of the next century”, Liz 
said. 
“Even though your mind would LIKE to take control, your body will not
allow it.  you are a submissive, mike --  your body will not allow 
anything
else -- and soon you will become a femmed submissive.  Do you know
what that means?”

mike shook his head, no!

“We have a new bottle of perfume for you to wear, mike -- one that will
make you more like -- what shall we say -- a MICHELLE?”  Liz laughed
at that one!  “Along with this, you will have to stop in here every day 
to
receive an injection of  hormones.  Starting today, we’re going to give 
you
the kind of breasts you LOVE in women.”

“Why are you DOING this to me?”, asked mike with tears in his eyes.  he
looked up at the tall Dominant Woman who began rubbing some alcohol
on his arm to prepare him for his first shot.  “i never did anything to
YOU!”

“But you DID do something to JOY, didn’t you?”, Liz said as she pierced
his arm with the needle.  “Now WE’RE going to do some interesting
things TO YOU!  Let me dab a little of this new perfume on you as I
explain.”  

Liz dabbled some of the perfume behind his ears and on his wrists -- and
then she dabbled a little on each of his tender tits.  “I’ve added to 
your
perfume.  your body chemistry will think it wants to be a GIRL!”, said 
Liz. 
“By week’s end, you’ll feel a strong need to be as feminine as possible. 
you’ll HAVE to wear panties -- you’ll begin to NEED to wear a bra! 
you’ll feel NAKED without makeup on  -- and your mind will begin to
obsess on female things -- like the length of your hemline and the
transparency of your blouses.  you will become TIMID and SHY of your
body, EXTREMELY aware that you are a MAN who HAS to wear girl’s
clothing.  

“your BREASTS will begin to grow within the next two weeks.  your skin
will become soft and silky -- your features will soften as the hormones
begin to redefine your sexual identity.    And you will become MORE and
MORE submissive as every day passes.  you will FEEL your male identity
slowly slipping away, like SAND through your fingers -- and you will be
able to do nothing about it.  BECAUSE you are still a man with a puny
cock, every feminine thing you DO will cause great humiliation.  YOU are
the pussy now, michelle.  you’re becoming a SISSY -- and before I’m
done with you, you will be a cum-sucking faggot.”

michelle could only plead with large tearful eyes -- “PLEASE!  don’t DO
this to me.”

“TELL me, michelle -- WHO’S the pussy NOW?  TELL me!”, Liz
demanded.  She walked up to the shaken, emasculated male and began to
bare her breasts.  “I’ve got the TITS! -- but WHO’S got the PUSSY! 
TELL me!”, she demanded.

mike lowered his head and softly mumbled through his tears, “i am!  i’m
the pussy!”

“I’ll see you everyday for your shot, michelle”, Liz said as Joy led him
from the office.  mike finally understood what was happening to him --
and WHY he was now wearing panties and female slacks.  But in his own
mind he resolved to FIGHT the rest of the transformation.  he would NOT
allow them to turn him into a girl.  he was A MAN!

“Come along, michelle”, said Joy.  mike followed several steps behind her
knowing that his pantied ass was clearly visible for all to see.  How 
would
he EVER get away from the scheme these girls had conjured up for him?

***********

“MY, but you look ill”, said Joy as she looked at her pantied male.  As
soon as they got back home, Joy made him take off his slacks and shirt 
and
put on a nylon babydoll nightie that matched his pink panty.  It didn’t
cover the whole thing.  “Don’t you think it’s time for your perfume?”

“i’m not taking it anymore”, said mike.  “i’m not going to allow you to
make me into girl.”

“As you wish”, said Joy just watching him.  She KNEW the agony he was
going through.  “Is it painful?”, she asked.

“i feel sick as hell”, said mike.  

“All you need to do is dabble a little perfume on you and it will all be
better!”, said Joy.

A half hour later, mike literally crawled with his pantied ass wiggling 
as
he went toward the restroom.  he grabbed the bottle and dabbled the
perfume on him as Liz had done.  he took special care to dabble some on
his tits -- it felt so GOOD to do that!

That was two weeks ago.  mike no longer wears tee shirts, although he
kept some for when his breasts grow out.  Joy said he could enter a “wet
tee-shirt contest”.  he had no socks -- only nylons.  he began applying
makeup to his face yesterday.  For some reason he couldn’t stop the urge
to look more feminine.  Joy just watches him develop and smiles on.

“my tits are hurting”, said mike.  

“I guess that means we’re growing BREASTS”, said Joy with a bit of
laughter.  “Liz assures me that yours will be bigger than mine!”

“i hope i look pretty with them”, mike said knowing that there was no way
to escape his doom.   

“They look DARLING, michelle”, said Joy.  She LOVED using his
feminine name now because it embarrassed him so.  “Guess who’s coming
for dinner tonight?”, she said -- “BECKY!”

mike just groaned knowing that he was in for it now.  The last time he 
saw
her, he had called her a pussy.  What would she call him now that he WAS
a pussy?  When would this nightmare ever end?

TO BE CONTINUED
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