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Subject: New Story: Attacked by Silk Gloves - 5/5 (tg, magic, nc,
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New Story: Attacked by Silk Gloves - 5/5 (tg, magic, nc, creative)
My second story, I hope you like it.
Normal Disclaimer Information:
Do not read any further if:
1. You are under the age of 18, or
2. You are offended by explicit sexual and/or erotic writing, or
3. You are offended by humiliating sexual situations
This story describes creative situations where a man is magically
transformed into a woman, against his will.
If this sort of story is likely to offend you, then do not continue.
If you have any comments on this story, good or bad, then please tell
me so via E-mail! It will encourage me to write more.
Thank you,
RHMusic
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It was one week later.
Paul woke up with a splitting headache. He rolled over, buried his
face in the pillow, and tried to relax until the throbbing subsided.
Eventually, he sat up.
He was in a budget hotel room. Comfortable, but sparse. On the desk
was a plate with burnt ashes, a glass with a strange sour/sweet
smell, and a note. As Paul rolled out of bed to read the note, he
looked into the mirror above the desk, and saw Janice.
"What?" He swirled around a looked behind him, then looked back at
the mirror. With a sigh, he reached a hand to his face and saw the
image do the same.
It had been true. It was not a dream. He was still transformed.
Paul picked up the note.
Dear Paul,
This is Janice. I had to borrow your body to escape my mother
and now I've returned it to you.
Unfortunately, your transformation can not be reversed; you
will always be a woman. For this I am eternally sorry. My
mother is an evil bitch, and I would recommend having her
arrested, if only we could prove anything. As it is, I've
punished her in the way I best know how: by leaving her,
forever.
But while the transformation is complete (you are completely
female, including all of the plumbing and hormones, sorry about
that, too), the body is still yours and continues to have your
DNA, your brain, your memories, and your reactions.
So, you have two choices. You can attempt to suppress your
female characteristics, with plastic surgery, dress, etc. Or
you can learn how to live in society as a female, either
heterosexual or lesbian. It's your choice.
One final comment. I am unable to eliminate my spirit from your
body completely, without your help. My spirit is now sleeping
inside of you, and to eliminate me completely, you will have to
say the following, out loud:
"I will for Janice Kalieriana, to leave this body,
permanently."
At which point I will die, finally, after living in limbo for
25 years now. Kalieriana is my spirit name, the one with which
my spirit can be controlled.
Thank you and good luck,
Janice
Paul put down the note, careful not to say anything. He wanted to
think about this for a second. He looked around the hotel room, saw
Janice's satchel, and picked it up. Inside, he found Janice's
scrapbook, and flipped through it.
Paul wondered what it was that he was going to do from now. He would
have to start a brand-new life, and no one in the world could know
who he really was. Or rather, they could know, but they'd never
believe him.
After a few minutes he put down the scrapbook, ready to take the next
step. He picked up the note, sat down on the bed, silently rehearsed
for a second, and then said, out loud:
"I will for Janice Kalieriana, to join me in this body,
permanently."
"Now what did you do that for?"
"Where are you?" Paul looked around, wildly.
"Hey stupid, I'm in your head."
"Really? Cool!"
"And you don't have to talk out loud. I can hear you when you think.
Now why did you bring me back?"
"Oh, wow. You can hear this? I need someone with me. I can't do this
alone. It may be my body, but it looks like you, and... right now you
are the only friend I have. At least, I hope I can call you a
friend."
"Well, we'll see. Did you consider that you'd never have any privacy
any more? That I will hear every single thought that you ever have?
That you will not be able to block out my thoughts? That we might end
up constantly fighting for control of this body?"
"Oh. I never thought of that. Well, I'm sure we can work it out.
Maybe we'll turns!"
"Oh right. Like you would control the body on Monday, Wednesday, and
Sunday, and I would do Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday, and we split
Saturdays?"
"For example..."
"Would you really go along with everything I wanted to do? What if I
wanted to act like a total slut and fuck every man I met on the
street? What if I wanted to smoke pot? What if I wanted a huge cock
up my ass and another shoved down my throat?"
Paul felt his sex starting to warm up at the thought of the
degradations. "Well, I guess, if that is what you really wanted..."
"Never mind, I can feel that you want it too. Hey, isn't today
Friday? It's my day! And here's what I want to do."
Paul watched as a hand slipped down his body, completely under
Janice's control, and a finger parted his pussy lips.
"Oh, Janice. Ohhhh. I think this is the start of an incredible
partnership. We'll make the best two-person single-woman team ever!"
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Epilogue:
An excerpt from the Chronicle Standard newspaper: "The one-
woman magic act of Mistress Janice is more than an act. It is
truly a theatrical event, and an intensely sexual R-rated one
at that. The acts are astounding, starting with 'invisible
bondage' using members of the audience, various escape acts,
and ending up with a breath-taking finale where Mistress Janice
comes on stage completely naked, and items of clothing from
around the stage come to life and dress her, even as she tries
to fight them off. It was the most erotic and stunning
spectacle I have ever seen. And all along, Mistress Janice
plays both sides of a clever verbal dialog between two
personalities, a dominant female, and a submissive male, who
are constantly fighting for control of her body... with the man
ultimately loosing and having to do all the things he finds
embarrassing. The act is so high-energy that I find it amazing
that she does shows each night, and twice on Saturdays and
Sundays...."
[The End]
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