Under the Influence Part 8

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Brody stuffed yet another pillow into its case and cursed under his breath as one of the stupid acrylic nails his sister had glued to him caught on the coarse fabric. Finally freeing himself, he swore again and tossed the pillow onto the bed. He had spent countless hours humiliating himself, all the time putting money in Claire's bank account, and yet in a way, this was somehow worse. Not the least of his problems was the ridiculous uniform he had been given to wear. Sure, it was befitting of the role he was fulfilling, but it was not befitting of his body. He may have slender curves and soft skin from the hormones his sister had been feeding him, but he still maintained his average male height and as a result the flimsy skirt of the maid's outfit flipped over his pantied ass every time he raised his arms.

The meagre money he had stuffed into his purse upon escaping from his apartment had barely covered two nights in a hotel, leaving him absolutely nothing for the guys' clothing he craved so much. Two days of hiding in his room passed excruciatingly slowly. The only times he dared slip outside was to get his fill of the breakfast buffet and he spent the entire time scanning the dining hall in fear of spotting a leather-clad dominatrix, whip in hand, stalking her prey. Still, the large purse he had brought with him came in handy as he was able to fill it with pastries to keep him full for the rest of the day. No-one suspected the delicate blonde woman in the gaudy dresses of trying to steal food.

By the time checkout arrived, Brody still didn't have a plan and desperation set in. That is how he became the newest member of the Rest-Eze Hotel's housekeeping staff. Management agreed to let him continue to stay in his room as long as he spent the day cleaning and preparing bed linens. It wasn't clear if that was the only job available, or if the leering manager just wanted to see what the blonde creature with glowing skin and plump lips would look like as a French Maid, but one thing was for sure – the flimsy uniform he was given simply wasn't up to the task.

Brody threw a duvet cover over the bed and the familiar swish of the dress exposing his ass instantly made him regret it. The phone tucked into his apron vibrated and he removed it to see he had a message from his sister. Probably she wanted to know where he was hiding. To his horror the screen simply read “REST-EZE HOTEL, MAIN STREET”. Another one popped up instantly. “WHAT YOU THOUGHT I DIDN'T EXPECT YOU TO MAKE A RUN FOR IT AT SOME POINT? I PUT A TRACKER UNDER ONE OF YOUR NAILS.” And then finally, “I ALSO POSTED A LINK TO IT ON YOUR ONLYFEMMES PAGE. JUST IN CASE.”

Before he could scream, the door flew open and a sneering figure blocked his exit. Brody stood there in heels dumbly, the duvet still in his hands as Lady Radius snapped the riding crop into her palm.

Whatever Happened to Britt? (...is You!)

 The original caption of this story is here

“That Bitch!!” Britt groaned removing the remaining wrapping paper from the present. Bearing a big bow and a tag with his name, the gift had been sitting innocently beneath the tree with the rest of them. No-one could have guessed what it really was – a grenade filled with with red velvet and fur. An explosion set to go off and ruin Britt's life all over again. How could she do this to him? After all these years... After all he had been through to get here... All his hard work... He allowed the dress to slip through his hands to the floor knowing it would inevitably encase his body before the end of the night. “Melanie, haven't you had your pound of flesh already?” He put his head in his hands.

Ten years ago Britt had experienced a Christmas countdown like no other. His girlfriend, Melanie was away at college and he had organised to shower her with twelve days of gifts to prime her for romance during the holiday break. In return, Melanie had arranged a countdown of her own. Starting with a self-help hypnosis course named 'Be the Perfect Partner with the Guru Self Hypnosis', Britt had been unsuspectingly subjected to hypnotic self-feminisation and Melanie had followed up this initial 'gift' with all the tools Britt needed to complete his own transformation. And why? Simply an elaborate way for Melanie to break up with him and see other people.

It had taken almost an entire year of intense therapy and subliminal suggestion for Britt to break the pink satin chains the course's addiction had trussed him with. Session after session of humiliation to unpick his obsession with becoming the alter-ego Melanie had forced upon him. He had become a joke to family and friends who couldn't fathom that his new compulsion was anything other than a fetish. Even years later, an unfortunate cue, the wrong kind of trigger, and Britt would relapse once again and his feminine side would emerge. He would gather up the cosmetics, the underwear, the wigs that his alter-ego had stashed in places he would never find, and his feminine side would emerge once more. Evidently, Melanie knew all this.

In was hours later and Britt found himself in the park. He was vaguely aware that what he was doing was against his will and embarrassing, but he had slipped into the velvet dress all the same. He had pulled up those long socks and put on the fur hat, waxed his body and painted his face in total obedience to his long dormant programming. It was snowing and he held his hands out to catch some flakes, aware of the picture of beauty he must be painting. As much as he got good at fighting his female urges, he couldn't deny that when they got the better of him, they did a sterling job.

“There you are!” Melanie stepped out from between the trees. She was older now but still stunningly attractive. “I always liked this side of you. I was just too young and stupid to know what I had. I am so glad I can still bring out your feminine side. I think I am going to be seeing a lot more of it from now on!”

The Purest Gift Part 4

 

By the time Laurence had completed a working day in Esme's shoes, not to mention her body and vibrating panties, he had come seven times. His underwear was soaked and chaffed his ass at least as painfully as Gloria's catsuit had. Every time he felt the heat start to grow in his loins, his cheeks flushed with humiliation and though he averted his eyes from his co-workers, he knew they knew. Is this how Esme had felt every time? She had a world class business mind and he had treated her like nothing more than a toy. He hadn't made her wear a buttplug – that seemed to have been some kind of transference from his experience as Gloria, but like the actress, he had used her shamelessly. Laurence wasn't sure if this was all real, but the guilt sure was.

“Well done, Laurence!” The waif's voice reverberated in his head. “You have faced your guilt. You have cleansed yourself of the pain your past actions have caused. You are pure once more. You are now ready to receive the Gift!” Laurence's heart thudded in his chest as once more the walls swirled like the filmed edge of a bubble and began to close on him. When they washed through him, the world went black.

Laurence regained consciousness to find himself outside in the hot sun. He looked around himself at the yellow rock and realised he was at the entrance of the cave, where his adventure had began. Raising his arms to check for cuts and bruises, his breath caught in his throat. They were soft and slender and slightly sun-kissed. A gold bracelet clasped his narrow wrist. Frantically, he assessed the rest of himself. He was still in Esme's body. Gone was the humiliating office attire and in its place was an elegant figure hugging white dress, but her curves remained – her pinched waist, long limbs and round breasts all remained.

“Congratulations on receiving the Gift!” The ethereal voice beamed down on him with the sun. “Your absolution! You are forgiven! You are pure once more! No longer will you carry the crimes of the pain you caused others – for you have faced them and come out the other side...transformed!” Indeed, when Laurence searched his feelings and thought about what he had done to Gloria and Esme, he felt nothing. He felt no guilt, no pain...he was cleansed...but he was also a woman! He looked around wildly for...what?! Anything! This couldn't be the gift!? It just couldn't!? “What's wrong?” The voice asked. “Don't be ungrateful, Laurence! Forgiveness is the greatest Gift a man can receive. But it is not one given lightly. Your transgressions were particularly cold and so you needed a reminder to stay pure...a permanent reminder. There is one more thing...well, two actually!” The voice paused and Laurence yelped as he felt the cold steel of a buttplug growing inside his ass, splitting his newly pert backside in half, and on cue, panties he didn't even know he was wearing started to vibrate furiously. “If you ever slip from your purity,” the voice continued, “I reserve these two reminders to keep you so. These are my gifts...to myself.” The waif's laughter floated away on the breeze.

The Purest Gift Part 3

 

It took Laurence what felt like an eternity to traverse the snowy countryside. He didn't know if time existed in this place, whatever it was, but his ass rubbed raw by the latex catsuit and invaded by the steel of the buttplug definitely acknowledged its passing. This is what Gloria had endured that day he realised as he approached the lodge where they had spent the night. And how had he rewarded her? By demanding she suck him off in front of the fireplace and never calling her in spite of the promises he had made to enhance her acting career. Shame washed over him and not just because of the degrading situation he found himself in.

“Your cleansing is going well!” The ethereal voice whistled with the swirling snow. “But there is more to be done!” Laurence realised that the sky seemed to be closing in on him...like a bubble shrinking. Soon it was just above his head and then it engulfed him covering his face and he suddenly remembered how he had finished on Gloria's face on that day he just experienced. Unknown to her, it would be their goodbye.

When the world reappeared Laurence found himself bending forward, barely holding his balance. He was back inside at least – somewhere he recognised in fact. It was his offices back in Manhattan, noisy and bustling with people. He was face to face with a filing cabinet and he was overbalanced because he was wearing a pair of towering heels. The steel of the buttplug was still clenched between his ass but it felt different somehow. He felt different, and not because he was no longer wearing the ridiculous latex outfit. A chill breathed against the backs of his thighs – a gap left by the different materials of his dress – the polyester of an obscenely short skirt and the nylon of a pair of stockings. At once he knew who he was.

Esme was his office manager. She was hugely overqualified for the role, boasting a phD and an IQ pushing 150 but he had promised a future that included a boardroom position to obtain someone of her exquisite beauty to run his office. Once she was onboard, he had gleefully moved the goalposts to test her ambitions, insisting on scandalous office-wear – skirts that failed to cover her sculpted ass, lip-fillers and.... Laurence crashed into the cabinet as the vibrating panties suddenly activated. He clutched the metal gasping as the underwear buzzed relentlessly, teasing his body to its limit. A moan escaped his lips and he imagined the busy office stopping to watch his debasement. The trigger, he knew, was in his desk drawer. He had kept it near him for almost a year until Esme had finally tired of waiting for the promotion that would never come. She had been a genius and he had used her as a toy.

The panties went up a gear and Laurence was barely able to stay standing. He wanted to sit but feared inadvertently driving the buttplug even further up his ass. Instead, he clung to the drawers with his ass stuck out and only half-covered by the tiny skirt, grunting through gritted teeth as the entire office watched his first female orgasm.

The Purest Gift Part 2

 

“To be worthy of the Gift, you must be pure! To be pure, you must face your past transgressions!. You must endure... Will you endure. Laurence?” The voice echoed and expanded into a hollow whistle, and Laurence's bubble expanded with it. Growing until it filled the cavern, it seemed to paint the walls with sky and the ground with snow until with a shrill pop, he realised he was outside.

Laurence scanned the horizon of endless farmland covered in snow. He knew this place. He'd been here years ago. Switzerland... Suddenly, he realised why his reflection in the bubble had been so familiar...Gloria!

Laurence tried to move forward and almost fell head first into the snow. The skis attached to his feet having not been there seconds before, felt alien and only the poles that had appeared from nowhere in his hands, saved him. There was a squeaky crackle and the shiny material of his snow-suit rubbed painfully across his body...up his legs, over his ass...his breasts. No, this was wrong!? How could he be Gloria?!

Gloria had been a young tv soap actress Laurence had a brief fling with years before. She had been a whirlwind of energy and ambition, but she had also been desperate...insecure. Laurence had told her he could use his power to open doors for her. All she had to do for him was...

The details of the trip to Switzerland formed in Laurence's memory. The latex ski-suit he had picked out for Gloria – him insisting she be completely naked underneath. She had done as he asked of course and Laurence had ignored her forced smile to stare at her ass all day as she uncomfortably shifted from one ski to another. Laurence's mouth went dry as he remembered the other thing he had insisted on.

The steel buttplug made him feel fuller than he had ever been in his life. It was if were being split in two. He groaned low and feminine and steam blew from his pink lips. He had made Gloria ski 20 miles in nothing but a latex catsuit with a plug jammed up her ass, and never given her the fame she wanted. And now he was Gloria? Was this the cleansing the waif spoke about? Would he have to make the same journey? He tried to push himself forward over the white powder and it was immediately apparent that he was far weaker that he was used to. Gloria's slender frame held a fraction of the strength of his toned body. He managed five meters before dropping his poles to the snow and putting his hands on his rubber clad knees with exhaustion. As he did so, the buttplug shifter awkwardly in his ass. Holy shit, the Gift better be worth it, he thought gritting his teeth.

The Purest Gift Part 1

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Noone knew what the Gift was – yet everyone knew it was worth having. They knew it was worth sacrificing everything to find it. The legendary treasure hidden somewhere in the caves just outside the Italian village of Femini attracted thousands of would be adventurers from around the world every year. Each desperate to be the one to discover the mythical artefact and reap its priceless rewards. Yet the caves that held the supposed prize were expansive and treacherous and many an experienced explorer had plundered their depths and never been seen again. Even still, every year that passed brought a fresh wave of heroes hunting fame and fortune.

None came more determined than Laurence Dodd – a billionaire playboy adrenaline junkie who rarely encountered a desire he couldn't buy or an obstacle he couldn't steamroller. The Gift was one of such rare treats that eluded him and so his need to acquire it had grown into something of an obsession.

Laurence's latest attempt was his most determined yet. Despite, plunging himself into the caverns alone, he made good progress over a number of days through the depths. He was no stranger to using people or exploiting assistance to get what he wanted, but he took no chances when it came to searching out the Gift. He could think of nothing worse than being made to share the treasure or worse, the recognition for finding it.

In spite of his progress, the caves had been a rough mistress and by the time Laurence reached a wide underground opening on the fifth day of his excursion, he was covered in dirt and bruises, bleeding from numerous places including one of his ears, and almost out of both food and drink. Upon noticing that the latest cavern was full of large bubbles floating out of a small rock-pool of glowing turquoise water, he thought he was hallucinating. It didn't help when the ethereal form of a waif of a woman appeared in one of the bubbles and started to speak to him.

“You must be tired,” she said softly, “you must be determined to have persevered this far. You must really want the Gift.” Laurence's attention peeked at the mention of his quarry. “But are you worthy of the Gift? You must be pure! You must be cleansed of your transgressions! You must be tested to see if you are worthy, but first you must be cleansed! Shall I cleanse you, Laurence?” The bubble rose above him and he nodded. Even as his head continued to bob, another huge bubble floated towards him and encapsulated his body. Instantly, the dirt, the bruises, the cuts and blood, all vanished and his skin was washed smooth. It became soft. It became feminine. Laurence saw his reflection in the surface of one of the bubbles and a beautiful woman stared back. He thought he recognised the face but his mind was swimming with the shock of what was happening. “Good!” The waif stared at him from her bubble. “Now you are ready to be tested!”  

Under the Influence Part 7

 The rest of this story so far is on my index page

By now, Brody had many regrets. He had after all allowed himself to be blackmailed by his sister into becoming her own personal Youtube Barbie, and worse, his subsequent revenge plot had backfired badly and he now found himself the subject of a nationwide sissy bounty hunt where every domme in the country believed he would be paying them 10k to make him their slave. What was it the OnlyFemmes post said? No safewords, no mercy? However, more than any of that, in that moment, he regretted clicking on Lady Radius's profile.

Claire's post complete with his name and address was still fresh on his screen, but already hungry dominas had begun licking their lips and posting comments on the bounty post. One mistress, Lady Radius, seemed particularly keen to claim her rewards and thinking she couldn't be all that bad, Brody clicked into her OnlyFemmes profile. It was that bad! The images were only on the screen a second but it was enough to scar him and spark him into action. Endless screenshots of helpless feminised sissies...metal and leather...chains and whips...throbbing dildos...bulging eyes. Brody shuddered. He had to get out of here now.

Quickly, he threw off the frilly dress he had put on to use his computer and looked for something more inconspicuous to wear. Catching sight of his undressed body in a mirror, he was reminded of how soft and curvy he had become from the hormones he had been taking to try to pass as Claire and his desperation to find appropriate clothing became all the more desperate. Of course, he had mailed all his own clothes to his sister as part of the blackmail but besides this, most of the outfits Claire had selected for his influencer career were ridiculous and over-the-top. The best he could find was a smart white blouse and and leather skirt he had been made to dress in for a work-wear video and so he pulled them on and stuffed a handful of other clothing into the biggest purse he had. Seeing that his grown out hair had become loose and his makeup smudged in his panic, he tossed some cosmetics into the bag, climbed into some heels and headed for the door.

Brody had tried on hundreds of outfits for thousands of people through the supposed 'comfort' of his webcam but not since his tormenting night promoting 'Ripped Gene's' had he been outside en femme, and even that wasn't during daylight. Now, exiting his building, even knowing how convincing his transformation was, he felt horribly exposed. Knowing that an army of mistresses were out there desperate to make him their bitch only exacerbated things. Clutching his purse in one hand, he peered out from behind a stone pillar at the crowds of people going about their daily lives, no idea what to do next. He suddenly realised that he had not put any panties back on after his revealing webcam show and a breeze crept up his flowing skirt and around his hormone shrivelled manhood. Whatever he was going to do, he couldn't stay here and he certainly couldn't go home. Friends and family obviously weren't an option in his current state so he needed to lay low while he figured things out. He had a little money so maybe he could stay at a local hotel for a few days while he ordered some men's clothes and turned himself back to his normal self. There's no way he could regret that...right?!