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Prissy - 3 (MF, FF, cons)
by Waldo (mellin6695@aol.com)

***

"Hey, that sounds like a logical thing to do - forget her, 
that is. I ain't no honey gold blonde between my legs, my 
flat tits sag and my hair is a dirty brown but some people 
have sworn that my pussy tastes like honey. I can be over 
there in two hours. I'll be glad to do what I can to help you 
forget her."

"No, you don't understand. This was two months ago when 
she left me the note and disappeared. Like a fool, I didn't 
take her advice and went after her. I went to his apartment 
and was warned by Denise that she would have to hurt me 
if I didn't leave. I came back in, through a back door and 
Denise used her long legs to kick my ass back out the 
door. Two days later I tried it again and Carla sent me to 
the Emergency Room after she kneed me. She also had the 
police arrest me for trespassing. A week later, I followed 
them out to his lake home and slipped in over the fence. 
Five minutes later, I was hit in the head with something. I 
woke up buck naked and tied to a wall, stretched like one 
of those ancient castle prisoners. Gary told me that I was a 
fool, that I should forget her and that I must stay away 
from him and his girls. Then he told Carla to punish me - 
`give him twenty lashes'. I expected a bullwhip or 
something, but she rubbed some unknown cream to my 
chest and cock, then attached nipple clips to my nipples 
and some sort of cock ring around my flaccid cock. Then 
she turned on the electricity. The first electrical shock 
jarred me and I yelped with the pain. The second shock 
was almost as bad but I noticed that I now had a very stiff 
erection. By the tenth shock, my cum was covering my 
chest where I exploded with delight. When she untied me, I 
wanted her to suck on my nipples or my cock. It didn't 
matter as long as I had some relief. They forced me into my 
clothes and drove me back into town where they dumped 
me down in the red light district. Within ten minutes, I 
had found a prostitute and had her sucking my cock. After 
she gave me a blowjob, I still felt so aroused that I couldn't 
quit. But it wasn't my cock that was bothering me. It was 
my nipples. When she began sucking my nipples, I jerked 
with ecstasy. My previously normal nipples were now the 
most sensitive part of my body - even more than my 
cockhead. I finally got home but masturbated myself as I 
played with my nipples. I discovered that I couldn't wear a 
shirt because the shirt rubbed against my sensitive 
nipples and I had to go back down to the red light district 
to get some more physical relief. When I returned home, 
there was a message from Carla warning me that they 
would punish me even worse if I tried to see Priscilla again 
or came near them. That what they did to me would wear 
off in a couple of weeks and that I should consider her 
message my last warning."

A loud groan escaped Trish's lips "Oh, shit! Why do I feel 
that you've let your stubbornness get the best of you."

A long sigh escaped Bryan's lips "Like a fool, I went back 
and was caught again. The second time was more 
punishing than the first. Donna - she's the Texas cowgirl - 
punished me. Again they greased me up with those damn 
unknown creams, put the nipple clips and cock ring on, 
but this time, she also inserted a big dildo up my ass."

"Oh, shit. And I'll bet you did." Trish laughed, the image of 
that being quite vivid in her imagination.

"It wasn't so bad. I had an erection before they even 
punished me. Donna had trouble getting the cock ring on 
me because I was swelled so big that it almost didn't fit. 
They let me stand there buck naked with the dildo up my 
ass and those clamps attached to my various body parts. 
Then Priscilla strode into the room and I almost cummed 
from just seeing her. She was wearing a skin-tight black 
shinny leotard that would've made Batwoman jealous. Her 
large boobs were straining that tight-fitting garment so 
that I thought it was going to burst. She stood inches from 
me, letting me stare at her new body, while she was 
watching my obvious erection throb between my legs. Then 
she said something funny to me. I remember her exact 
words `Bryan, it's over between us. Gary's shown you how 
he can punish you. I'm here to give you one last chance. 
Tell me that you'll walk away and leave us alone and I'll 
turn you loose. But if you ever bother us again, Gary will 
do whatever is necessary to stop you. The last time that 
you were here, they put sensitivity cream on your nipples 
and cock making them more sensitive. Then they put you 
in a place where it was easy to find someone to relieve you. 
You found yourself going back for more, didn't you.' I 
admitted to her that I did enjoy it. Then she continued 
`that's the same cream that they gave me and you saw 
what it did to me. The combination of creams rubbed into 
my body molded my body into the perfect woman's body 
after several weeks of daily use. I quickly discovered that 
the pills heightened the dreamy warm feeling and made me 
feel womanlier. At first, I only wanted to improve myself 
physically for you so that I could compete with those other 
women - my new friends - that you so obviously admired. 
Then you no longer mattered as I discovered that Gary 
could take me much further than you could. I allowed him 
to turn me into one of his shapely bimbos because it was 
what I discovered that I wanted. The effects of the cream 
will wear off in two weeks and you return to normal - 
unless you take it every day and then have a couple of the 
concentrated three day soaks that really filled out my 
body. The dose of cream on your body is much heavier 
than what they did to me and when they add the 
electricity, it becomes fifty times more powerful. If I tell 
them that you won't bother us anymore, we'll wash the 
extra-heavy dose of cream off of you and turn you loose. If 
you don't agree, then Donna's going to hit you with the 
voltage, which will burn the cream into your skin. You may 
like it while you're under its effect, but you won't like it 
once it wears off. What's your answer?' And then she 
stared at me with her wide doe-like eyes, waiting for my 
answer."

Trish was sitting up in the chair; her steno pad lay in her 
lap where she'd become so enthralled that she'd forgotten 
to take notes. She gushed out "Yeah, yeah, yeah, what did 
you answer?"

"I told her that I could never leave her. As she turned and 
walked away from me, Donna hit me with the first charge 
of electricity while my eyes were locked onto Priscilla's 
perfect ass. I didn't scream this time, but it was almost 
instant gratification for me. By the third charge of 
electricity, I realized that my body was involuntary 
humping, trying to get some reaction from the dildo. By 
the time that they finished my twentieth shock, I was an 
uncontrollable nymphomaniac slut. I tried to fight with 
them when they were disconnecting me from the 
equipment; because I enjoyed the full feeling of the dildo 
rammed up my ass. They loaded me still naked into a van 
and drove me to an apartment where they gave me to 
Tyrone and Danny. Within ten minutes of being paraded 
buck-naked into their apartment, Tyrone was butt fucking 
me as I sucked Danny's cock. I'd never thought about sex 
with a man before and here I was ramming two different 
cocks into my body openings. They put a dog collar on me 
and began calling me Prissy - yeah, it was Priscilla's 
suggestion that they call me that so I would constantly 
think about how much she had changed and how their 
drugs could do it to me also. They gave me to their friends 
and I serviced their friends because I couldn't get enough 
sex. I was happy only when there was something big and 
hot ramming up and down my ass. I sucked them off, but I 
really preferred to be fucked. And there were other changes 
also. My nipples were so damn sensitive and the 
surrounding chest flesh was much softer and beginning to 
fill out like a very young teenage girl. I enjoyed letting one 
of the men suck on my little boobies. Danny was a tit man 
while Tyrone was an ass man. So both of them could 
satisfy me. For two whole weeks, I lived there, not once 
putting on any clothes, just being their little slut to take 
care of them. Then the creams began wearing off and I 
begin realizing what had occurred to me and what I had 
been doing with those men and my body. I still actively 
participated in sex with them but now I could see what I 
was doing. After a week of decreasing drug-induced 
euphoria, I sneaked out one morning, dressed in some of 
Danny's clothes. I rushed home, packed my clothes and 
moved out because I didn't want them to come looking for 
me. After all, they knew where I lived. I found a cheap 
rooming house and stayed in it, ignoring the desire to go 
out and pick up a man. When I found the desire to play 
with my body too strong, I would take a long cold shower 
until I felt more normal. Gradually I began to shake that 
slutty feeling and began to think for myself. I realized that 
after what had happened, that I would never be the old me 
again and that I would have to deal with the memories of 
being a kept slut in a man's bedroom. So for the last 
month, I've been sitting in that room, thinking and trying 
to decide what to do with my life. I knew that life as I knew 
it, was over for me and I had to build a new life far away 
from here. Before I left, I also decided that I had to tell 
someone about Gary Franks, then I had to hide because I 
knew that he would come after me. That's why I called 
you."

Trish looked at her notepad. There were blanks in some of 
the story areas but she had enough so that she could re-
build the story. Her mind was already whirling with 
thoughts about her expose of Gary Franks. She quickly 
suggested "Look, Bryan I need to sit down and talk some 
more with you about this. I'll need photographs of all the 
women and more details about who they used to be, so I 
can gather other evidence. We'll expose him for the mad 
sadist that he is."

"No, I can't do that. If I go back or get involved, they'll 
cream me up again and brainwash me into being one of 
his oversexed bimbos. I can't allow them to brainwash me 
and turn me into a mindless bimbo slut who can only 
think about servicing men. I didn't come down there 
because I knew that you wouldn't let me leave your office- 
that's why I called you from this phone booth. I've got my 
bags packed and I'm leaving town. I'm going to move away 
and hide where no one can ever find me."

"Bryan, please listen to me. I need you. This is the biggest 
story that this newspaper has seen since the last 
presidential scandal. It's page one material and I need your 
help." She pleaded.

"No, I've given you enough facts so that you can dig up 
whatever you need for supporting evidence for the story. 
I'm out of it and I'm leaving to start my new life. Don't try 
to find me. Good-by Trish."

The click of the phone and the subsequent humming of a 
disconnected call echoed through the silent newspaper 
office. Trish hung up the phone, lit another cigarette and 
leaned back in the overstuffed chair as she began sorting 
the fantastic story in her mind. 

Across town in a phone booth, Bryan was going through 
his billfold. He removed the driver's license with its 
identifying photograph and dropped it on the floor. His life 
as Bryan Patterson was over and he would have to get a 
new driver's license to go with his new identity. He 
removed the credit cards and spent a few minutes 
breaking them into small pieces and dropping the pieces 
on the floor. He removed a small picture of him and 
Priscilla from their early days, knowing that he would keep 
that remembrance. After he was finished going through the 
billfold, all he kept was the cash and the one photograph, 
dropping his old billfold on the floor with the rest of the 
trash.

He stared at his reflected image in the dirty windows of the 
phone booth, knowing that once he stepped out of the dim 
light of that phone booth's interior, that he would be 
committed to walking away from his life as Bryan 
Patterson - writer and former reporter - and that he would 
have to begin a new life that would keep him away from 
the people that knew him as Bryan. Or they would find 
him someday. He didn't know how, but he knew that 
Gary's money and resources could do anything. And they 
would be pissed about his revealing their secret.

Staring through the dirty phone booth windows, he could 
see the nearby truckstop. He would find a trucker that was 
interested in company as they drove across the country. 
Then he would get out and hitchhike some more until he 
found some place that he could call home. And someone 
that could help him forget his old life and help him to live 
his new life.

Bryan pushed open the phone booth doors and stepped 
out into the fresh night air. Standing in the phone booth 
with the door closed, the air inside the booth had become 
stale. He picked up the small overnight bag that contained 
his few new clothes and possessions. He began walking 
slowly toward the truckstop.

He approached a truck where the engine was running and 
the driver was checking the wheels. Standing beside the 
truck, he softly asked the driver "Got room for a 
hitchhiker?"

The driver turned and stared at Bryan for a second, then 
nodded his head "Yeah. Go climb into the cab. I'm going to 
pull out in two minutes."

Bryan opened the cab door and threw his small bag onto 
the floor. Behind him the driver asked "My name's Joe and 
I'm supposed to be in Chicago in the morning. What's your 
name?"

Bryan nodded back the greeting and smiled at the driver 
before replying in a softly modulated melodic voice "My 
friends call me Prissy."

The driver watched as `Prissy' pulled her skirt up, then 
stepped gingerly up on the step, being careful to balance 
herself on her high heels and not snag her nylons as she 
climbed into the passenger seat of the truck's cab. Prissy 
left the door open as she adjusted her skirt, then sat 
down, demurely crossing her shapely nylon clad long legs, 
revealing just a flash of thigh through the slit in her skirt. 
The driver watched as his female passenger shut the door, 
then adjusted the mirror so that she see her own 
reflection. Using a ring covered manicured hand, the 
driver's guest fluffed her thick mane of red long hair 
pushing the curly hair into place, then checked her lips to 
see if she needed to refresh her bright red lipstick.

The driver rushed through his inspection and climbed up 
into the cab. Although the young woman was smiling at 
him, the driver glanced at her breasts that were perkily 
shaping up the front of her lacy blouse. She was a tall 
woman, even taller with the heels but her height and 
broad-shouldered appearance reminded him of a very 
loving big-boned farm-girl from Kansas. She'd also had 
large hands, wide shoulders, a thick waist and muscular 
legs - but she'd been one of the best fucks that Joe had 
ever experienced.  Staring at his new passenger, he knew 
that her large size could be intimidating to some men but 
there was enough fullness to her breasts and silent 
invitation in her voluptuous lips to convince Joe that this 
cute woman would make the trip an very enjoyable trip for 
him.

He watched as the woman adjusted her small travel bag 
beneath her feet. He threw a thumb up, pointing at the 
opening at the back of the cab "This is a sleeper cab. Put 
your bag back there and make yourself comfortable."

She flashed a broad smile at him as she unclipped her 
earrings and dropped them into her purse. Pausing to 
remember to talk in her soft voice, she asked, "Do you 
mind if I crawl back there and change into something a 
little more comfortable?"

The man tried to hide his grin but he couldn't "Go ahead. 
I'll get us started down the road."

As he pulled out, she pulled the curtains back, revealing 
the cramped but adequate sleeping birth. She put her 
purse and travel back there, then stood up so that she 
could crawl onto the mattress. The truck was moving and 
she lost her balance for a second, partially spinning 
around on her high heels so that her ass was only inches 
from the driver's face. Grabbing something and holding on, 
she laughed as she declared "Don't consider me a slut just 
because I shove my ass in your face within two minutes of 
meeting you. You don't know what it's like to wear high 
heels and to try to balance in them."

The driver laughed as she crawled through the narrow 
opening and pulled the curtains shut. In the some-what 
cramped privacy of the small sleeping birth, she 
unbuttoned her blouse, removing it as she considered her 
next options. She folded her blouse and examined her 
naked female breasts. 

A month of taking the creams and pills that Bryan had 
confiscated from Priscilla that time, had further modified 
Bryan's body. The dildo-prod treatment had started and 
greatly modified his former all-male body, softening it and 
building little bud-like breasts as well as adding a little 
padding to his hips. A month of taking the pills and cream 
had soften Bryan's skin further, enhancing the facial 
complexion as the mannish facial hair disappeared and 
the thinning hair grew and filled out. The cream had 
developed the puffy teenage breasts into more realistic 
looking B-cup breasts - a full b-cup that would soon need 
a C-cup, just as Bryan's straight waist had narrowed and 
the hips expanded into a fuller, rounder, more feminine 
looking body. Somehow, the chemicals moved body fat 
around to shape anyone's body into a more pleasing 
feminine effect.  

His current metamorphic stage had advanced so that he 
now looked slightly more female than male.  The makeup, 
rapidly-grown long hair and clothes provided just enough 
extra decorations to help him easily pass as his new 
chosen gender. Two weeks earlier, he had looked too much 
like a cross-dressing football player with Gynecomastia to 
venture out into public dressed the way that he dressed for 
his `dates' within the privacy of his rented room. 

Yes, dates.  The punishment melded out to him had 
changed more than his sexual libido so that normal 
hetrosexual relationships no longer interested him.  He 
also now wanted to be a vixen - not a bimbo like Priscilla 
but a siren who could vamp and wantonly seduce her 
lover. 

He'd waited patiently in the room, waiting for the pills and 
cream to further modify his body.  He used the time to 
practice his mannerisms and speech while learning all the 
nuisances of mixing and matching female attire correctly 
and styling his new long curly hair. For the last week, he'd 
been practicing at local malls, gaining confidence in his 
ability to pass as a woman and watching his body reshape 
itself more and more every day.  Once he was convinced 
that he could pass as a woman, he knew that it was time 
for him to leave town and abandon his real identity.

Bryan continued to undress, removing the skirt and panty 
hose, knowing that Joe was watching his `female guest' 
undress through the mirror and a small slit in the curtain. 
Bryan slightly moved so that Joe wouldn't be able to see 
that there was still a fully functional cock between the legs 
of the woman that Joe knew only as `Prissy'. Some men 
took a little more conditioning before they would have sex 
with a she-male.

Bryan's penis was smaller after a month of chemicals but 
still somewhat functional as a male organ. How long it 
would be functional, Bryan didn't know or care. The new 
Prissy didn't have any further use for such an unneeded 
appendage, but if Prissy's current man liked a little exotic 
sex, she didn't mind using it to satisfy her new lover. 

The month long experiment proved several things. When 
the new Prissy emerged like a butterfly from the androgyny 
modified body created by the hard exposure to Frank's 
chemicals, the new body was more feminine than male. 
And the new personality was able to live and perform as a 
woman.

Completely naked, the very feminine-appearing new 
woman opened the fashionable woman's travel bag and 
found one of the confiscated bottles of pills, taking one of 
the pills. Bryan would put a little cream on Prissy's new 
body later when they were further down the road. There 
was enough cream and medicine to last the transitioning 
new female a little over a year. By then Prissy should be a 
fully functional woman with size 54 DDD-cup breasts if 
Bryan's body kept reacting to the chemicals at the same 
rate. Bryan didn't know where Prissy's new life was headed 
but everyone knew that a six-foot tall sexy redhead with 
size 54DDD boobs could go wherever she wanted.

It had been a hard decision to make, to take the pills and 
further transform his body into a woman's body. But that 
one taste of being a woman in bed with a man had been 
enough to convince Bryan that he could never be happy 
living a normal heterosexual life again. After he 
remembered about the confiscated chemicals, it became 
easier to decide upon a plan for the rest of his life. By 
watching the intake of the chemicals, he would be able to 
shape his body and avoid the `bimbo' side effects. The 
decision to modify his body was further enhanced because 
he knew that Gary Franks would be looking for a man. 
And if Gary guessed how Bryan was able to hide, a woman 
could change her total appearance so much easier that it 
would be possible to hide in Bryan's old building without 
anyone recognizing her.

Bryan pulled out the red thong bikini panties and slipped 
into them, being careful to tuck the small male appendage 
back between his legs. If Prissy watched how she sat and 
exposed herself, Joe wouldn't know it existed - until it was 
too late for Joe to back out.

Bryan pulled a flimsy almost transparent red teddy from 
the travel bag and slipped into it, adjusting the front so 
that there was almost a little exposure of the nipples. 
Expertly cupping the shapely small female breasts, Bryan 
tweaked the nipples until their aroused state was obvious 
through the delicate fabric. 

Then Bryan found the small bottle of perfume and 
delicately added a small touch to each wrist. Then staring 
into a hand mirror at Prissy's beautiful new face, Bryan 
ran a brush through the long, luxurious red hair, before 
freshening the facial makeup.

Satisfied with the way that Prissy now looked, Bryan knew 
that it was now time to see how far Prissy could 
manipulate Joe. Pulling back the curtains, Bryan rolled 
over and exited the small compartment, knowing that Joe 
would be busy staring at Prissy's exposed cheeks.

The very tall, almost naked woman maneuvered into the 
truck's passenger seat, then adjusted her teddy as she 
propped her bare feet up on the dashboard, exposing a 
long shapely leg to Joe. She acted as if it was perfectly 
normal to be sitting in a truck cab wearing nothing more 
than some almost transparent lingerie and exposing her 
body to a man that she met only minutes ago. Speaking 
with her new modulated voice, Prissy asked "So how far 
are you going?"       

THE END

Waldo