I was walking down a dark alley one
night with my best friend, when a group
of men jumped us and took us into a
night club and dragged us backstage to a
dressing room with a large star with the
word "Sapphire" underneath it. They
then threw us to the ground.
Then, one of the men asked one of the
other men, "Which one of them do you
think would be better suited for our
goals?"
"The one on the left would definitely
change into a more attractive slave, and
bring a higher sex appeal," Said the
second man gesturing to me.
"I agree," said the first man. "She would
undeniably make a better puppet."
"What are you guys talking about?" I
asked terrified. "What do you want me
for, and why did you refer to me as a
she?"
"You'll find out soon enough," said the
first man.
"What about the other one?" asked the
second man.
"Another sex slave could sure bring in
some extra cash," replied the first man,
at which point his guards dragged my
friend out of the room, and I would
never see him again.
"The show starts in an hour, so let's get
this over with," said the first man pulling
out a rather large and strange remote
that he then pointed at me.
"Smile," he said pushing a button on the
device.
Suddenly, I felt a strange sensation creep
down my body, changing me.
My neck length hair was the first thing to
change. It began to grow, then reaching
my shoulders and straightening. When it
reached my lower back it changed from
brown, to bleach blonde.
Suddenly, my face began to itch terribly,
and scratching didn't help, as my facial
hair disappeared and my skin softened.
Then I felt my facial bones crack and
shift as my face changed shape. Then, I
felt my eyes slant, giving me an exotic
look, and my lips swell becoming pouty.
Soon my face looked like that of a
Hollywood bimbo.
Then my neck thinned and my shoulders
became small a little more rounded at
the edges. My arms slimmed and curved
becoming delicate as my hands
decreased in size, becoming soft and
feminine as my finger nails grew.
I then realized that my voice was a
higher pitch when I screamed out in pain
because my stomach and waist were
pulling inwards into an hour glass shape.
My stomach and torso thinned and
becoming smooth and firm. I cried out
again as my hip bones cracked,
restructuring themselves in a slightly
larger and more feminine shape.
I then felt an odd pressure on my chest,
as if my flesh was pushing outward.
Looking down, I saw to large mounds
swell on my chest until I had two large,
D-cup breasts poking through my shirt
and moving aside the sides of my jacket.
I grabbed, held, and squeezed my newly
formed boobs in shock and terror as I
realized what these men were doing to
me.
"This isn't happening, this isn't
happening, this isn't happening; I don't
want to be a girl," I chanted to myself in
a feminine voice that couldn't possibly of
been my own.
Then I felt most of my body itch
intensely as all of my bodies' excess hair
dissolved. My legs began to feel sore as if
I had run for a very long time as they
reshaped themselves into a more
feminine shape. My thighs rounded and
became smooth and slanted as my calves
and lower legs became small, smooth,
and slanted as well.
Suddenly, my whole body began to feel
hotter and hotter as if I were lying in the
sun, and when I looked down, I saw that
my very pale skin was tanning itself.
When it was finished, I had a deep tan
that made me look as if I were from
someplace sunny like California.
Then, the final and worst part of the
transformation occurred. I began to feel
a massive tugging on my genitals as they
slowly receded into my skin. I grabbed at
my groin in shock and pain, only to feel
my manhood sink in deeper and deeper.
"No, oh god no; don't turn me into a
girl!" I screamed in a very feminine voice,
keeping hold of my genitals in vain until
they made a sudden gurgling, slurping
noise as they completely disappeared
into my soft, tan flesh.
I then spread my legs, but kept them
locked at the knees as I screamed out in
agony as a hole tore itself open below
my now empty groin. The pain proved
too much and I fell unconscious, a newly
born slutty looking girl.
I awoke ten minutes later only to find
myself completely unable to move sitting
in a chair with a team of attractive
women who were barely dressed styling
my blonde hair, and plastering makeup
onto my face.
"She's, like, awake sirs," said one of the
slutty women, turning my chair to face
the men.
One of the men got right in my face, and
examined my features carefully. I tried
desperately to spit into the face of one of
the men that had turned me into a girl,
but I was unable to move.
Then, without warning, he grabbed my
breasts and began fondling them. I tried
to fight the intense pleasure coursing
through my system, but I found that I
couldn't and I let out a rather loud
moan.
Then, a voice in my head said, "I'm such
a hawt little toy."
"Why did I just think that?" I thought to
myself."I'm not a hot little toy. "
The voice resurfaced and said," Like,
duh, ur totally a hawt little toy; don't
deny it."
Before I could argue with myself further,
the man fondling me said, "You're just
perfect. Let's see how far we can get you
to go. "
He then took his left hand, still toying
with one of my breasts with his right, and
grabbed my face at which point he stuck
his tongue in my mouth. The pleasure
began to reach an extreme high, and I
could not control my body or mind any
longer, and I wrapped my left leg around
his torso, and brought him in closer, and
I ran my hands down his clothed chest.
The voice re-surfaced saying," I'm such a
ravishing little hotty; ooh, I hope he, like,
ravishes me; that would be, like, totally
hawt. "
The pleasure was overwhelming my
mind, so I had no energy to mentally
argue with the voice, and I let it take
over so she could have her way with the
man.
"That's enough, Johnson," said the first
man. "Our new girl has a show in an
hour, and she certainly could not use a
mind wipe right now. we do not have her
new personality designed yet. Just have
your way with any of these other slaves if
you're that intent on it."
"Fine," said Johnson releasing me.
"Bummer", said the voice.
"But the second we have this one's
personality designed, I want to be the
one to wipe her mind."
"Fine, but for right now, let's get her
ready for the show," said the first man.
"Alright, 'Sapphire,' it's time to put this
on," said Johnson, pulling out a skimpy
little number that consisted of nothing
but a corset with a breast piece, blue
panties, white leggings, and black high-
heels.
I tried to scream no, but the men still
had control of me, so I began to slowly
strip. I started by taking off my shoes.
Then I stood and took off my jacket,
which exposed my small frame. I looked
down and saw my breast stretching out
my shirt, and thought, Let this stop. I
don't want to be their daft female slave.
Then the voice responded saying," Like,
why would we want this to stop? We're a
sexy babe; this is, like, totally going to be
sooo much fun. "
Then I reached down, and tore off my
shirt, exposing my tender breasts, and
toned frame to the warm air. Finally, I
slid my pants and boxers off, leaving me
a completely naked woman. I shyly
blushed.
Johnson pushed a button and forced me
to look into a mirror.
I was beautiful, sexy, and somewhat
vacant looking. I looked like a total
bimbo.
"How is this possible? I asked myself.
How did they turn me into this
voluptuous beauty?"
"This isn't my body, I'm a gu"...I looked at
my tender breasts, and gently grabbed
them and began to play with them.
Suddenly, the voice took complete
control of me once more and said, ..."rl.
I'm a hawt little cutey, te-he. "
I tried to reassert myself and said," No,
I'm a"...I rubbed my legs together,
feeling the newfound emptiness between
them.
"Gurl, and a total babe at that. "
"What's happening to me!? "I screamed
in my mind as I began to put on the
outfit.
"Guy, guy, guy, guy"... My head was
pounding, and it felt like a fog was rolling
over my brain.
I pulled on the blue panties, and felt
them brush against the emptiness and
my newfound femininity.
"Gurl! I'm a hawt chick; there's no
denying it. Just look at my hawt bod. I
mean, why would I want to be a guy
when I'm this totally hawt; I'm Aphrodite
herself. "
I felt like I was losing complete control of
myself as the estrogen ravaged my mind.
"Stop it, please! You're a guy, not a girl. A
guy, not a girl"...
Then I pulled on the white leggings,
filling them fit snugly over my luscious
legs.
"A guy, not a gurl. A guy, not a gurl"...
Then I pulled on the corset, feeling it pull
my waist in and squeeze my boobs.
"A totally gross boy, not a hawt, luscious
gurl. A disgusting man, not a ravishing
babe. "
Then I strapped on the high heels and
looked at the finished product in the
mirror. The woman staring back at me
was a skimpily clad babe. The image of
myself looking that gorgeous completely
overloaded my mind.
"I'm such a hawt little bunny, not a
totally use-able man. A gurl, not a guy. "
The estrogen had completely re-written
my mind. Now I was physically, and
mentally, a daft bimbo.
I giggled shyly, ready for my show.
The next two weeks passed by in a blur.
I, for some odd reason, kept performing
slightly erotic shows for sold out bars
and clubs until, mentally, I began to
slowly reassert myself. It happened
slowly, but at the end of week one, I was
mentally myself again, although they still
had control of my body and kept me
doing shows for large groups of patrons.
This was how they made money, they
kidnapped men, changed them, and used
them in portable brothels and erotic
song and dance shows, and I was the
new star because they sold the last one
to a wealthy benefactor.
I awoke one morning two weeks after
they had changed me and looked in the
mirror directly above my bed on the
ceiling. I was still a girl; it had not been a
twisted dream. I looked different,
though. When they had first changed me,
I had had blonde hair, big lips, big
breasts, blue eyes, and a vacant look in
said eyes; I had looked like a slut. Now,
my hair had reverted to its natural
brown, my proportions had become a
little smaller, my eyes had become their
natural brown, and my features looked
less slutty. To be honest, I looked like a
female version of my normal self.
None of that mattered, though; I was still
their puppet. Frustrated, I said, "When is
this nightmare going to end!?"
I closed my mouth, shocked. At that
point, I realized that I could control my
own voice, and talk of my own accord. I
lay there, in the room they assigned me
in their massive tour bus, unable to
move, but able to talk. I didn't know how
I could use this to my advantage, not yet
anyhow, but I could only assume that
their control of me was dependent on
the initial shock of my change, and that's
why they kept a mirror above my bed,
and, now that I was more aware of and
used to my situation, their control of me
was wearing off.
I laughed in the beautiful voice they had
given me. Soon, if I played along and let
them think I was still their puppet, I'd be
able to control my whole body and be
able to flee. I'd still be a girl, but at least
I'd be able to make a life for myself
outside of being the star attraction at a
traveling brothel.
My hopes were instantly dashed when
Johnson stormed into the room.
"Your mental reprogramming collar is
finished!" He said, excitedly brandishing
a sinister looking metallic collar.
"If I put this marvel of science on your
neck, and get enough estrogen pumping
through your system, then it should
inject you with enough chemicals to
permanently change your personality
and physical appearance. In other words,
you'll be ours forever."
I tried to move my body, to get up and
run, but it was no use, they still had too
much control over me. I started crying,
realizing my fate.
"Why are you doing this to me!?" I
screamed out through tears.
"Oh, yeah, you can talk. I suppose that
was bound to happen. The initial massive
estrogen rush your body put through
your system should be wearing off by
now, and you should be regaining some
semblance of physical control. But that
doesn't matter, sexy, because after I
have sex with you, you will never be able
to escape?"
"What!?" I screamed in shock. "No,
please, don't do this!"
"Oh yes, please do do this, johnsy-
poo." Said the feminine voice inside of
me.
"But dear, I have to, how do you think
we're going to get enough estrogen
pumping through your system unless I
have sex with you?"
"No, please god no! Stop this, oh god, let
this nightmare end."
"Oh, but baby," Johnson said getting on
the bed and hovering over me, "This is a
not a nightmare, this is going to be fun."
And he snapped the collar onto my neck,
and, before I could object further, he
stuck his tongue in my mouth.
I instantly became aroused, and the
voice in my head began reasserting itself
again.
"Oh, baby, this is going to be, like, so
hawt", It said.
"This isn't happening, this isn't
happening, this isn't happening", I
chanted in my mind.
Johnson flung the covers off of my body,
exposing how I was only wearing a bra
and panties. Then he began toying with
my breast, and the collar injected me
with something as I became aroused,
and my breasts increased in size.
I ran my hands down his thighs, taking
off his pants, as he began unstrapping
my bra.
"But, darling, this is happening, and it's
going to be, like, sooooo good. Just
accept it; you're a gurl now, and sex is
hawt." The voice said, again.
"No, I'm a guy! I must try to mentally
stay myself! Maybe I can still get out of
this. "
He tore off my bra, exposing my breast
to the cool air, and ran his hands down
my hips, and slid off my panties.
"No, ur a total gurl, just accept it, and let
this hawt sex get on the road."
I fought with myself, internally, and
managed to say in my mind,
"I... am a ... GUY! They can't take that
away from me. "
I slid off his boxers.
I am...
Then he stuck his male parts into my
feminine ones, and it was all over.
"GUUUUUURL!" I moaned very loudly,
and the collar injected me one more
time, and my hair changed from brown
to a blue.
I ran my legs up his body, letting him
stick me repeatedly as he toyed with my
breast, and I ran my hands over his
body, and kissed him repeatedly.
"A LUSCIOUS BABE,"I moaned. "I'M A
HAWT, GURL!"
I wrapped my legs around his body, and
pulled him into me repeatedly. The collar
injected me two more times, and I felt
my mind fuzz over, permanently, and my
features change, to become more exotic,
and more vacant.
I pulled him into me repeatedly, and he
fell into me repeatedly. The entire
process was so arousing, I had
completely lost myself to it. The process
reached a massive climax of arousal five
minutes later, at which point the collar
injected me one more time, and I
moaned, "I AM A… GURL!"
And then it was over, forever, he fell off
of me, and I stared at the ceiling and
giggled. I was a girl now, physically and
mentally, and their permanent sex toy,
but my new daft, female mind didn't
have any complaints, in fact she was
excited for it.
Ten minutes later, I looked at Johnson
and said, in an erotic voice pouting my
lips, "let's go again Johnsy-poo,"
He laughed and said, "sure thing, my
vivacious new doll." He then rolled back
on top of me and started the amazing
process all over again, and then I happily
accepted my new fate, this, was, like,
going to be soooo much fun!