The Trap

I stand alone in the mirror of my apartment, naked, looking at the sight before me. Those cold, steel-grey eyes of mine that used to be able to pierce through anyone, adorned now with various forms of make-up seem to be the only thing that I can see that I recognize as the vibrant man I once was. But you don't know how it came to pass that I find myself in my current situation.

It all started innocently enough. I was a very curious young man, slightly smaller than average, and strangely never popular with the ladies. I wasn't homosexual, I knew, but I could just never seem to meet the right girl. I discovered masturbation at a very early age, and that was how I coped with my needs due to my failed attempts at relationships.

I had a fascination with bras and panties as a youngster, and would frequently fantasize about wearing them on a daily basis. I'd managed to scoop a few here and there from various sources (a creative mind can assume how) and wore them frequently to bed, under layers of clothing so thick so as to conceal them, and fed my kinky desires bit by bit. Over the years, I discovered things like pantyhose, slips, push-up and underwire bras, the differences between satin, silk, and cotton, and I was fortunate to be able to pilfer the odd Sears catalogue here and there, and stare for hours at the beautiful models inside, fantasizing about not only having the bra, but eventually my desires led to actually having to NEED to wear the bra, due to the growth of breasts. My frame, of course, didn't fill them, so I'd use water balloons from time to time, but I spent most of my adolescence experimenting with various combinations of feminine undergarments and masturbation.

After college, I moved out on my own and my "moxy" grew with my kinky desires. Nobody knew about my fetish (I'd grown to accept that term), and I wanted it to stay that way. I'd long since outgrown or simply wore out my old collection, and I didn't have any at all for the longest time. My fetish had grown to accept anal plugs as well, and the one that I used was quite sizeable, black, rubber, and it filled me nicely on a daily basis. As I said, I was not homosexual, but I did like the feeling of the rubber intruder (having a man in there wasn't a turn-on, just thinking about that, oddly enough, made me equally as uncomfortable as I was curious about anal and oral sex).

Pay attention now, this is where it gets really interesting.

One day I decided that I'd buy my own bra, panty, and waist cincher, along with various other lingerie items. I woke up, showered, lubricated myself, inserted my anal plug, and left for the mall. Not long after my arrival, I found a ladies' intimates store and wandered in. The very cute sales girl took a shining to me (to work on her commission, as you might suspect) and I explained to her that my girlfriend's birthday was coming up soon, and I wanted to surprise her with some nice lingerie. She picked out a few items based on the sizing and style preference information I gave her, and then she said she'd be right back.

A few minutes later, she came out of the dressing room wearing an ensemble that, combined with the anal plug rubbing my prostate, was having the usual effect on me that you might imagine. She noticed, and walked right up to me. She got real close to me and reached down to adjust her cups. She walked her fingers down my chest and inserted her hands down my pants, grabbing my swelling penis. Her coworker smiled and I knew I was hooked.

I left there with a complete undergarment wardrobe, all in my size, and all it cost me was a swipe of the Visa. I went into the men's washroom and started to inspect what I'd bought. I put on the pink satin push-up bra, the matching panties, the garter, etc. etc. and prettied myself up nicely. I had to calm myself down to pull up the cinching girdle around my waist, and soon everything was in place. I put on my men's clothing overtop and walked proudly out into the mall. I turned the corner and stopped cold.

The sales clerk was standing right there, smiling at me like she knew something.

"I thought you might have to go in there for a few minutes," she said, "I have good news for you! You're our one millionth customer, and that deserves a hug!" With that, she threw her arms around me, and ran her hands all over my back, feeling for the bra straps.

She whispered in my ear "I know you're wearing some of what you just bought, and if you don't want me to rip this shirt off of you and yell and scream, and draw attention to you, come back to the store, to talk."

What choice did I have? She had hold of my bra through my shirt now, and people were already beginning to stare. I followed her back. She and the other store clerk smiled at each other and brought me back into the storage room. They quickly subdued me and I was then cuffed at all four limbs, standing, unable to move. The first girl dropped to her knees and worked my panties down to my knees. She proceeded to give me the best blow-job of my life, and it wasn't long before I filled her mouth with my seed. The other one, sat in a chair, fingering herself watching this scene unfold. They proceeded to get each other off with a vibrator dildo they shared, while I watched, and then turned their attention to me.

"Shannon, we have another one for the flock", the second girl said.

"Yes, it would seem that way".

I stammered "What do you mean, `flock'"? They smiled and shoved a ball gag into my mouth and inflated it.

They pulled from the closet, a shiny green suit of a fabric I couldn't recognize, but it was shiny and smooth. Then they proceeded to remove my clothing, careful not to let any more than one limb at a time out of my restraints. Shannon walked over to me with a special spray can and two absolutely huge rubber breast forms, and smiled at me. I got hard, really fast. Susan (as I later learned her name) proceeded to spray me with a tingly substance over my entire body. She waited a minute and wiped the hair from my body completely, not saying a word about the anal plug I'm positive she found. All that remained was the crew cut on my scalp and my goatee. Susan rubbed my body and Shannon sprayed some new substance into the rubber breast forms.

They lowered my arms and bound them behind my back. Susan applied the breasts to my body, and held them there. After a few minutes she let go and they dropped, hanging onto my skin like they were there the whole time.

"Perfect!!!" she exclaimed, and they started to work this green suit up my legs with a special lubricant. The suit was extremely tight, and very form fitting. It was an easy task with the lubricant, and as it passed my middle, it cinched in, and soon they had it completely covering my body. My penis had only one place to go, and that was down between my legs. My testicles were the only smart part of me though. They hid nicely up inside my body cavity as the suit was pulled up, and I envied their ability to avoid the situation, despitethe fact that it kinda turned me on a little.

The only things that were still visible of me, were my feet, hands and my head. Shannon moved around behind me and smoothened out any wrinkles, and zipped the suit up. I felt her fiddling with the collar of the thing, and noticed that the collar had a ring around it. She fed the one end through the zipper, and connected it to the other end, and I heard a small click.

"This suit is a special design, and as you can see, it accentuates the feminine form that you now have. Your new breasts will not come off, even when you shed your layers of skin, as the adhesive is temperature sensitive and seeps to the next layer as you shed. The dead layers will deteriorate and absorb into the glue, making it stronger. The only way to remove your breasts is with a solvent which we do not have in this store".

She held up a piece of the same fabric that made up the suit, and a pair of scissors.

"Our masters have ordered us to recruit people like you, who have a fetish for feminization, and bring you into the reality that is your new world." She proceeded to attempt to cut the fabric with the scissors, to show me that it could not be done. Then she put the same piece of cloth on the counter, and attempted to drive a nail through it. The nail penetrated, but then she pulled it out and the suit, which looked like a tiny chain mail when stretched by the nail, filled in again and showed no sign of wear.

"Our masters also designed that suit, and the lock that keeps you in it. We cannot unlock the suit, that is their decision."

She held up my shirt and jeans, and a mirror. She showed me how I looked, shiny, green, and decidedly attractive in my figure. I looked like a woman in a catsuit, except for the goatee. My waist was cinched in, and that seemed to give the appearance of wider hips, my breast forms filled the top nicely and heaved with every nervous breath I took, and I felt a little woozy. I managed a smile and ran my now unbound hands down my body. I turned and she cut up my clothing right in front of me. Still wearing the gag, I removed it and asked them why they destroyed my clothing.

"Silly little girl", Shannon teased, "We have a whole store of clothing that you can wear."

She came back with a tight fitting pair of black PVC pants, some nice matching boots, and a turtle neck that was made of a lycra-spandex material, that was actually a bodysuit. I put on the body suit, pulled up the pants (with some guidance and help from my new friends) and finally put on the boots.

"Now we have a task for you, my sweet. You are to take this shopping list of items, and buy them, in the order they are listed, and report to this address as soon as you complete it. The times on the receipts will dictate if you cheat or not, and you are to take only public transportation. We want to embarrass you, my dear. I have this entire transformation this afternoon on videotape, and if you even THINK of running, I will make your life impossible. Besides, that's a nice rack you have now, and the lubricant inside the suit? It's seeping into your pores and it is not only a great lube, it's also a cocktail of various hormones and metabolic goodies."

I looked at the list while Shannon applied makeup to me. The items were listed in a manner that I would be all over town in purchasing them. I was to take only public transportation, and pay for it all with a credit card and a little cash they'd supplied me. Lovely. Not only was I humiliated within this mall, I would be humiliated all over town.

They kissed me deeply (sending me into an attempted erection in my skin-tight outfit) and sent me on my way.

"Oh yeah..if there are any other purchases on that card, or if you don't have your goatee tonight when you arrive, there will be consequences."

After an afternoon of getting used to people staring at me, my new breasts heaving and bouncing all over the place, full goatee, and the heat of the August day making me sweat inside the suit (opening my pores nicely), I arrived at my location.

A porter took my bags and started checking receipts while I stood there looking at an aquarium.

"Come in, your receipts are approved."

I walked in and before I could sit, a voice rang out "Remove your clothing". I stripped down to my green suit and stood there.

"What is your name?" the voice asked. I told her, and she said "Not any more. Your new name will be Sinndey, and you will accept it. Understood?". I nodded and she instructed me to sit. The same porter brought me a glass of Iced Tea. I accepted, and the voice started asking me questions like where I was born, what kind of likes/dislikes I had, and to be honest I felt it was more of a job interview than anything. I really wished I'd left the anal plug out at this time, as it was moving around as I shifted my weight. The last line of questioning.

"Sinndey, since we've been talking here, I have one or two more questions. I want you to be comfortable, as we're just two "ladies" talking about personal things, one on one. Why do you like wearing bras, panties, and women's undergarments in general, and be honest. We're just talking, and I want to know."

I realized that the iced tea had another ingredient in it, based on my rather honest and open, detailed answer.

"I just like the feel of the fabric on my skin, that's all, it feels so smooth."

She replied "Well they make satin and silk shirts and boxers for men, why not wear them?"

I replied, head spinning. "Well, to be honest, the fact that it's women's clothing turns me on. I feel more feminine, more secure, warmer, and more confident knowing it's there supporting me. When I put on a bra and panty, they wrap around me, clinging to me, reminding me that they are there, and it just feels right."

I was stunned I said that aloud.

Silence followed, and she eventually said "Thank you. We have this entire interview on video, and now we have a couple of more surprises for you."

What the hell. I'd been surprised since I walked out of that washroom in the mall.

"You will now wear only women's undergarments under your regular clothing, and all of your masculine effects will be burned. You are to allow us to attach permanent hair extensions and plugs to your existing hair, and you will be made permanently hairless from the neck down, to accentuate your skin's reaction to the satin you will now incorporate into your daily wardrobe."

I nodded and said "Yes, I will" (as if I had a choice)

The porter came in and removed the locked collar, and Shannon strode in and peeled the suit off of my sweaty body.

I sat there, naked, and Shannon smiled and reassured me that it was for the best. She applied the solvent to my breasts and within a minute they fell off.

The voice said "Now I know that we've made you start wearing women's clothing, but now I want to offer you something. In exchange for our silence on this whole transformation, we want it to be not only a desire for you to wear a bra, but a requirement. Since you don't have breasts, we are going to perform a breast augmentation surgery in addition to your hair, nails, etc. You will have permanent DD cups, and your nipples will be extended so they show nicely through your clothing, upturned and perky how I like it. After all, you are to be one of my girls. I also have been informed that you are wearing an anal plug. Do you like the idea of anal sex?"

I quickly answered "NO", and she assured me that I'd learn to.

"In exchange for our silence regarding your butt plug fetish, we are going to install a chastity device on you, to keep you under control and punish you for saying "NO" to me."

"Swell", I thought. They explained to me that the device was identical to the CB-2000 but of their own material. This one was not plastic, but a very light and durable metal. She explained to me that I could not cut this one off even if I did manage to get my dick away from the metal far enough, as the metal could not be cut, bent, scratched, filed, or even dulled with steel wool. It was how it was through a special hardening process.

Shannon slipped this onto me, locked it, and I was led off to a room for my "improvements."

I woke up and looked down, and saw two beautiful breasts staring back at me. I felt down to my groin and the cold steel met my fingers, my desperately straining penis confined in it's new home. They'd also made some alterations to my waist line, hips, calves, even my hands. I felt my face and it was smooth. I tried to move a little and noticed there was a strange plug in my ass now. A machine kicked on and I felt warm water filling my bowels. Soon the machine shut off and the hose detached, plug intact. I then felt the head of the plug expand inside me, so I couldn't remove it. I was in pain, and got off the bed. I reached around with my new dainty little hands and felt my ass. It was high and tight, and as I looked in the mirror I discovered that aside from the butt plug, it was just beautiful. My body looked like that of a 21 year old woman in the prime of her physical condition. I was gorgeous. I waddled over to the door and opened it.

On the other side, several women and two naked men were standing admiring a similar aquarium. I looked down at my body and over to the corner where there was a toilet, and back to the ladies.

One of them said "On your knees, if you want the liquid removed from your bowels." I did what she said, and one of the men walked over.

"Jerk him off and give him a blow job, and the liquid shall be removed." I winced and took hold of his penis, massaged it `til he was hard, and touched the tip to my tongue. I tasted his precum and teased his head with my tongue, knowing that I had to do a good job in order to relieve myself of the intense pressure on my insides.

Shannon and Susan walked in and smiled. "Good, we didn't miss this."

I took his 8" penis into my mouth as best I could, and proceeded to give him a satisfactory blowjob, as far as I could tell. By the end, I was actually getting into it a little, and then his rhythm changed. He grabbed my head, forced his penis deeper into my mouth and held me there while he exploded into me and my gag reflex made me swallow. The women clapped and I finished him off.

"Could you please remove this stuff from my bowels now, mistress?" I begged, licking my lips and wiping off my chin.

"That `stuff', as you call it, is a mixture of various chemicals designed to tighten your sphincter as well as condition it and soften it up, as you are to be sodomized as soon as I remove the liquid. That will rape you of any shred of masculinity in your control, and you will learn to love the dick in time, as giving this kind of pleasure will be the closest thing to sex that you'll ever experience again."

I knew better than to cry, but I felt like it.

The liquid felt so good leaving me, my penis tried to spring to attention. The other man moved in behind me and I felt my sphincter resist his mammoth penis (one that put my own to shame). He eased it in and the conditioner went to work.

An hour, and several orgasms from both men later, I was allowed to dress.

They gave me a bra, panty, and all the undergarments I was once so eager to adorn in secret, my anal plug (which I could no longer feel in me), and my new purse. I put on the leather dress they provided and my breasts filled it perfectly. I was given a new home, new job, and a new car, and over the next few months I was instructed on the finer arts of being a woman. The hormone diet they had me on was also changing me. For a while my mood changed wildly and my general personality was like a time bomb. One morning I woke up and found I'd just accepted things 100% and my life was a little easier from that day on. My hips had filled out a little more, my skin was softer, my demeanor gentler, and my breasts enlarged a little more, filling around the implants. On the outside I was very nearly a woman, and on the inside I'd long since accepted the fact that I was female, for all intents and purposes. For three years I lived my new life as a woman to the world, trapped man to my own psyche. My job at the bank kept me busy, and the friends I'd made didn't suspect that I was a man at all. They wondered why I didn't have any family to speak of, and to be honest I really missed my real family, but I could never show myself to them again. I told my friends that I was an only child, and my parents died in a car crash.

Many men tried to date me, and even though I learned to be quite adept at oral sex, when it came down to getting naked with every one of them, even the ones I learned to care about, they all crushed my spirit. One man started to fuck me in the ass by candle light, but as soon as he reached between my legs he discovered my secret and quickly left, calling me every name in the book. I don't think that hotel will ever be the same. One night a man I'd met discovered my situation and beat me up pretty good. I found out later that his body washed up on shore, and the "voice" chuckled and denied any involvement.

I got a phone call one day, and it was the voice on the other end of the line. She had a new job for me.

So here I am. I've just gotten out of the shower, and I'm standing in front of the mirror, having told you my story. My steel-gray eyes I mentioned before, have a tear forming in them. You know now how I changed, and now I have to change again. I don't know what this new job entails, but the voice calls the shots, so I have to obey. Part of me wants to obey anyhow.

I gather my things and go to the address that she provided. The mall looks familiar, and I walk in and find the number on the store window. Shannon and Susan stand there smiling at me, and I smile back. I go in and over time they teach me the ins and outs (no pun intended) of sales, and I settle into my new job with them quickly.

I work there, comfortable in my female role, growing closer to the girls, making love to each other (with a strap-on they enjoyed frequently), becoming one of the girls, building an impressive wardrobe to boot, and eventually I didn't really harbour any regret about walking into that store so long ago. One day a man walked in. He was alone, had no ring on his finger, he was a slightly less than average build, with a familiar goatee and an ever growing bulge in his pants. He was looking at lingerie, and he appeared nervous. Susan and Shannon looked at me and grinned as I adjusted my bra, fixed my hair, walked over and introduced myself, realizing my new role in life. I was a recruiter.

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