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For security reasons I can not give real names and places. (FF/F- teen, MF, sex-addict, tg, sci-fi) *** A few days ago, a young woman sat at my desk here at the paper. She was looking for help and was willing to tell her story to get it. She needed protection from a situation that had become intolerable. She was 5'2", about 120 pounds, blue doe eyes and long fiery red hair. The short black sheath dress did nothing to hide her long tapered legs and 36" hips. Or her narrow 20" waist or 38C chest. She began to tell her story: "Several years ago I went to work as an accountant at a large well known Midwest company. It took me a couple years, but figured out that this company was owned by the mob. "Two years ago, I testified in court against them and because of that several contracts were put out on me. The government put me in the witness protection program. I was taken to a secret research center out west. "When we got there I was locked up in a room with my case officer, she said, 'The best way to disguise you is to make you over into something they don't expect. They wouldn't be looking for a woman.' Reporter: What are you saying? That you were a man? "That's correct, I use to be a 6' tall middle aged man. She then told me how it would be done. 'We will not use surgery as that will only change your sex. What we'll do is a complete transformation. And that's why you're here. This facility is doing space research. 'Last year they made a very interesting discovery. While trying to develop a teleporter, they made a device that transforms things or people. We will use this device to transform you into a female. At some later date we can change you back, if you want and if it's safe.' ** "We spent the next several days planning my new look and background. We decided to create a 5'4" 115 pound blue eye blonde about 25 years of age. My figure was to be 36", 24" 36B. I was to go to law-school. "When it was time I was sedated, laid on a hospital gurney and place in the machine. When I came to I was strapped down on a hospital bed. I spent the next several days in a semi coma while earphones fed me a new subconscious. "When I finally regained full consciousness my nurse showed me the new me. It wasn't what we had decided on. I was what you see here, an 18 year old fucking machine." ** "My two nurses spent the next 2 months training in all the things a woman needs to know. They also turned me into their lesbian slave. You see, they'd made me into a woman and attractive young woman, but I still had the sex drive of a healthy horny man. In fact if anything I was more aroused by my new body than I'd ever been as a man. "The last night at the clinic they tied my hands to the headboard and then tied my ankles over my head. After they left the doctor came in and took my virginity as a man does a woman. Before he left he said that he's heard what had been going on with the nurses and me and wanted to leave me with a little memory what the real thing felt like. "The nurses took me home and I spent the next six months as their little bitch. I didn't mind, I felt safe with them and they seemed to really love me. I had this great new young body and I couldn't seem to get enough lesbian sex with them. All they had to do was touch me and I was ready to go. "Then one day a biker dyke broke into the house and one of the things she burglured was me. "Over the next couple months she used me. She made me hook for her and my services were even used as partial payment for drugs. Then she wanted to become a dealer. So I was given to the supplier as partial payment for the drugs. And he gave me to his boss. It was the mobster I had testified against. I was terrified. I was so scared I couldn't even put out. "Of course he didn't recognize me, how could he? But that didn't matter I was scared to death just being owned by him. He soon became fed up with my obvious fear and he gave me to one of those black pimps and I was put to work again. "The pimp's territory was the docks, so most of my customers were truckers, dock workers, sailors, etc. Mostly blowjobs and fifty-fifties. I had a few arrests for prostitution, but I did like all the sex I was getting and having it with strangers only aroused me more. "A few months go by and one dark night this black Mercedes stops next to me and two large tough looking men pull me into the car. I'm taken to some office building. The mobster is there. He tells me that the pimp has given him good reports about me and he needs a new secretary. "I had done the pimps tax returns for him, while in him employ. Don't forget I used to be an accountant in my past life. "He said he'd put me up in an apartment and there would be some additional duties. "So during the day, I worked in the office. I'd take his dictation and perform all the standard office work. Then after work I was taken to the apartment (I don't call it mine because he is very blunt about saying that I and it are HIS) and locked in. Several times a week, in the evenings he would use me. "I had no say in it, but I have to admit that after my fear subsided a bit I did enjoy being fucked by him. He had a sizable member and he knew how to use it. And if the truth be known, I enjoyed the fear factor too. "Sometimes he loaned me out to a fellow mobster and I enjoyed that too. "When it gets late he'd go home to his wife." Reporter: Why don't you get out of there, you know, run away? "Why don't I leave? Well, I am locked in until he picks me up in the morning. At work I'm watched all day. I managed to get out today because he was busy and when everyone left for lunch, I walked out. Please help me I'm scared." Before she could go any further or I could do anything, two thugs walked in, punched me around a little and carried her off. Over the last few days, I have checked the morgue and didn't find her. So she's still alive, I think. As for her story... I believe it. What do you think? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 58