As my dress hits the floor, I step out of it and take a moment to admire myself in the mirror. I have to admit, I'm one sexy bitch. I check my makeup and turn to examine my ass. Those extra squats seem to have paid off. Suddenly the familiar wave of pleasure charges into my brain. My implant kicking in to reinforce my behavior. You see, a few years ago I was just a skinny college kid trying to pay his way through college. Times were tough and I always found myself doing odd jobs for cash. I even signed up for a few scientific studies. Mostly it was few surveys or even some small-game medications. Overall, they didn't effect me much so it was easy money. Things changed when I saw the ad for the behavior chip. This was far more invasive then anything I had done before. Apparently they want to implant a chip on the back of your head. The chip was meant to give you a boost of pleasure whenever you followed the assigned behavior. The catch was that they didn't tell us what the behavior actually was. The idea was that they wanted to check in periodically to see how much we leaned into the behavior the chip suggested. I was nervous about having something attached to me but the payout was incredible. Most of my expenses we almost completely wiped out. How bad could it be? Its not like I was forced to do anything.
Let me tell you that the power of pleasure to the brain is an incredible feat. It was only a few days in before I had my first hit. Walking on campus, I noticed that the girl walking in front of me was wearing a thong that was peeking out above her jeans. For some reason my mind wandered to thinking about how it would feel to wear a string up your ass the whole day. For a flash of a second I imagined if I was wearing one. Then it hit me. A small warmth followed by a wave of pleasure. I wouldn't know till later that this was just a small taste of what the implant could give me. Just a minor reward for a small thought. It didn't take me too long to figure it out. Stray thoughts here and there that always seemed to trigger the response. Once I understood it I began to inentionally make it happen. I would just sit on campus some days and imagine wearing each girl's outfit. Oh, the pleasure it brought me. But as time went on I began to get used to it and got bored. I wanted more. I needed the thrill of the chip. Then one day while I was waiting for laundry to finish at my dorm laundry room, I saw it. Some girl's dryer dinged and she gathered her things to leave. But what she didn't notice was that a single pair of pink panties had fallen out of the basket. I sat and stared. There were only a few others in the room and no one was paying attention. I snatched them up and bolted to my room. I had barely shut the door before throwing my clothes off and sliding the small cotton garment up my legs. The wave I got from small thoughts was nothing compared to this. I wore those panties the whole day. The next day I took a trip to the store.
Things really began to slip away from me at some point. Every two weeks I reported in to the study. I played it cool and hid my changes. I told them I had experienced some pleasure but hadn't made any lasting changes. It was bullshit but I was embarrased. Even more, I worried if they knew how much I was diving in that they would pull the plug. Two months in and I hardly recognized myself. My whole life was consumed by creating the pleasure and seeking new ways to get it. First was the panties. Then the bras, then the makeup, the body shaving, the shorts, the hair, the new body-shaping exercises, the yoga pants, then the skirts. At some point my closet was overflowing. I ended up donating most of my boys clothes. Even that little act of killing my former self brought some pleasure from the chip. Eventually, my professors started to get confused when someone named Robert would show up looking like an ultra-fem girly girl so I decided to cut the confusion and start the process of changing my name with the university to Bella. I was given a gender therapist and moved to a girls dorm. Each step of the way was ecstasy to me. Eventually, I convinced my therapist that I needed to be more fem than I was so she started me on hormones.
Its a wonder what a little bit of estrogen can do to the human body. Every day I was loving it. My implant hummed and doped me up with each step. I had never hated being a man. In fact, I never had any desire to be a woman. But as I saw my form change I was filled with delight. At this point I had stopped going to the studies check-in. Once my breast started to fill out it was too hard to hide the changes. I kept getting emails from them about coming in to remove the implant. The said it could have a lasting impact on my life and needed to be removed right away. I laughed at that. That ship had sailed I was a willing passenger.
As if right on cue my partner for the evening emerges from the bathroom. Barry? Bill? Brian! Yes, his name is Brian. He takes the fact that my dress is gone as the obvious hint it is and begins to kiss me. After ghosting the implant program, I continued to let myself slip into Bella. My first surgery was a modest improvement to my chest. If I was going to be a woman I was going to be one with proper tits. After that I began to get a lot more attention on campus. I had never been into guys before. Even as I let myself fade into womanhood, I still imagined myself with women. But while the clothes and aspects of womanhood brought me the implant pleasure I wanted, I noticed that being with women did not. Sure, I still got the normal satisfaction from it but it wasn't the same. But then one night I got dolled up and went to a bar near campus. While I was dancing with some girls I felt something press into my ass as I shook it. I turned my head to find I now had a guy grinding on me. I felt a sense of disgust but I could hardly focus on it because a massive pleasure wave smashed into me. To my surpise, I pushed back against him and continued to shake it. I let it go no further than some groping and kissing but I knew then that it wouldn't always be the case.
My first blowjob wasn't long after. It was cumsy and awkward but the pleasure filled my brain anyway. Of course, back then I had the remains of Robert still hanging around in my panties so I had to be content with swallowing. While I'm sure Brain here wouldn't mind painting my thoat or face, I've got greater plans for him.
Guys loved to grab and squeeze at my chest and my ass, but began to miss the joy of fucking. Sure, in a way I was getting off anyway with pleasure of the chip but I couldn't escape the idea I was missing out on a higher high. I know now that I certainly was. As hot as it is feeling Brian here get harder in my mouth as he stares at my beautiful behind, I know it will be hotter when grabs it while inside me.
In preperation for surgery I took my time to scope out my first man. I had blown all manner of men. Tall to short, muscular to fat, big dick to small dick. And while I kind of enjoyed the variety, I wanted my first to be quality. I settled on a jock named Terry. I knew from experience that he was both experienced and large where it counted. After the long recovery process was finally finished, my docs cleared me for sexual activity.
Ah, we've reached the best part. Brian pulled out of me and I find myself shifting to be on my hands and knees. This is by far my favorite position. I discovered it my first time with Terry. Every part of having a man inside me fills the chip with life but something about facing away and feeling him going deep and grasping my hips just sets me off. He calls me a slut and slaps my ass. A little degrading, yes. But in some ways that only makes it hotter for me. Fuck fuck fuck here it comes.
Im drunk on pleasure. I can feel myself cry out but I can't hear it. My pussy spasms with each new thrust. My implant is practically humming non-stop. This is it. The feeling I chase. I can't imagine a higher high in life. Apparently, Brian is a fan of my noises as I can feel him start to spasm himself. I throw myself back into his thrust to push him over. A groan and then warmth. Another conquest down. I'm up to 3 a week at this point but I question if its enough.
As I flop down off of his oozing dick I can feel it start to ooze out as my partner makes for the bathroom. I reach down and scoop out a bit before sucking my fingers clean. Earlier today I actually opened one of the emails the study had sent me. More warnings about the potential impacts on my daily life if its not removed. Oh, if they only knew. But I don't care. Robert may have signed up but Bella is here now. And Bella is here to stay.