Hello, my name is Michael, or at least it used to be. I want to write my story before my last training session. I need to remember what my life used to be like. This is a story of love and consequences. It all started when I met Jasmine. She was the most beautiful woman in the bar that fateful night. Smart, funny and most of all charismatic.
She could make anyone she talked to laugh. It wasn't hard to approach her, every woman at that time wanted a piece of me. We hit it off immediately and within hours I had her in my apartment moaning my name at the top of her lungs. Sex with her was phenomenal, she used to take belly dancing classes which made her quite flexible and skilled at milking my huge cock. One night turned into another, and that's how we kept seeing each other until she moved in with me as my new girlfriend. I'm not going to lie to you, she was the perfect girlfriend, and I was the perfect asshole. I was lazy around the house, drank too much, and cheated on her with the neighbor across in our bed countless times. I wasn't proud of myself, but who can really change who they are? I couldn't. Despite all those things Jasmine stayed right by my side. Her sister and mother begged her on their knees to leave me, but I was never going to let her out of my clutches. Jasmine belonged to me, there was no way she was going to leave me. Unfortunately, I was wrong. One night after drinking for hours with my cousin Jessie, I found our apartment empty. There was only a note from Jasmine asking me to leave her alone if I really loved her. Inside my head that was complete bullshit, even though I clearly deserved it. Everything spiraled downward after that day. I lost my job, drank every night and started mugging for some money.
A couple of years went by after that. I saw someone who looked a lot like Jasmine walking out of a club with a man.
I almost threw up at the sight of him. He was tall, muscular and had a huge smile. That moment reminded me of everything I lost. All thanks to that bitch. I followed them both to a house in the suburbs. I wasn't going to leave without getting my revenge, so I started throwing rocks at their windows. I was so drunk I didn't even see the blow to my face coming. I just remember how cold the concrete was.
When I woke up, I was tied to a chair in an unfamiliar basement. Jasmine's boyfriend turned on the light and entered. His name is Marcellus, but his friends called him Daddy. I had a gag in my mouth so I couldn't scream for help. Marcellus told me to calm down and called Jasmine to come over. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was her, but extremely different. She had huge breast implants on her chest. Her hair was longer and silkier. Her ass was gigantic, and her legs were tanned and captivating. She was like my Jasmine but much sexier, a complete bimbo.
Marcellus explained to me that he managed to bring out my ex-girlfriend's true potential, she just needed a real man. From there he pulled out my gag with the threat that if I screamed, he was going to knock me unconscious again. I wasn't going to let that man tell me what to do, it was a crime to hold me like that. I demanded that they let me go or the police were going to find out about my kidnapping. Both Marcellus and Jasmine laughed. They both knew I was a nobody with no family, friends or anyone who was going to miss me. He knew everything I did to Jasmine, and unlike her, he got quite furious when he found out what a scumbag I was. He told me that assholes like me didn't deserve to get away with it, so it was his duty to punish me. I thought he was going to torture me like a psychopath, so I tried to escape without success. I only received a strong blow in the stomach that almost left me unconscious. It was then that Marcellus took out a syringe from a black box he had stored on a shelf and injected it into my neck. Before I lost consciousness again, he told me that he was going to bring out my true potential just like he did with Jasmine. Laughter abounded in that basement while I was scared to death. The next day I woke up on a mattress in that same room only there were chains on my hands and feet. I felt extremely weak and barely had the strength to scream. Worst of all was when I realized I was wearing a pink baby doll. I don't know what kind of punishment or perversions this guy had, so I had to escape at all costs.
Women's clothing was just the beginning of my new path, a path I was forced to take. I was barely given any food, although I was forced to drink some strange juice. Marcellus said they were vitamin supplements. Every day I was getting slimmer, I must have lost at least 100 pounds since that day. It wasn't just the food; Marcellus was giving me daily injections in my butt. I begged him the first few weeks to please tell me what he was doing with me, that I had learned my lesson. He would just smile and tell me he was helping me. I used to cry every day, the changes were overwhelming, and I didn't want to suffer anymore. Then Jasmine started to talk to me more so I wouldn't fall into a depressive spiral. She would tell me how wonderful Marcellus was, how much she loved him and how happy she was after her transformation.
At first, she also had her doubts about the surgeries, but Marcellus explained how amazing she was going to feel. She was trying to change my mind about him, she tried very hard to make me understand that he was doing this for my own good, even though I had no idea what his endgame was. For some reason Jasmine's visits managed to make my days less terrible. I don't know if I was finally falling for Marcellus' manipulation or if he was really changing my mind but seeing him didn't upset me so much anymore. When he realized I was cooperating he made a couple of changes. Marcellus got me my own. bed and removed the chains. He was confident I wasn't going to escape. Me thinking that the first chance I got I was going to run to the police. One morning Jasmine asked me to go get the newspaper from the front porch. Just before I opened the door, I saw myself through a mirror in the lobby. I couldn't believe how different I looked; it was as if I had been someone else. I was very slim thanks to my extreme diet, my ass looked rounder and bigger than before. My face looked much more feminine. My lips were puffier and pinker than before. My eye lashes were long and fabulous. I could have sworn my jawline was less defined than before. The clothes Marcellus was forcing me to wear didn't help with my self-image. I wore a black lingerie topless and high heels.
Instead of running away as I had planned, I went to get the newspaper and then went back to the basement to cry. That night I confronted Jasmine and Marcellus. I asked them if they were transforming me into a woman. They both laughed and told me they couldn't believe it took me so long to figure it out. I always thought the clothes were to humiliate me, but it went further than that. Marcellus promised that he was going to bring out my potential, my potential as a bimbo just like with Jasmine. If I became a good girl then he was going to agree to become my boyfriend and take care of me just like with Jasmine. But if I became a troublemaker, he was going to leave me to my fate on the street. He threatened me that I wasn't going to last a single night without him. Deep down I wanted to scream in despair, but I knew what my fate was going to be. Before I was kidnapped, I had no life to call my own. All my nights were miserable, I used to drink myself unconscious. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all, but I couldn't let Marcellus find out or I was going to belong to him forever. After that night the training began. Every morning and every night I had to watch a video. They were images of women having sex. I hadn't watched porn for months, so I was very excited. Unfortunately, my dick couldn't get erect. Daddy explained to me that it was the effect of the hormones he was injecting me on daily. The videos had words hidden between the frames, but I was finding it harder and harder to recognize them. My thoughts are much lighter, I can no longer concentrate. I'm afraid of forgetting my life as Michael. Now they call me Michelle. I can no longer remember a day when I wasn't wearing heels or getting a buttplug to train my butt. Marcellus said everything was going to be easier after the surgeries. The first one was on my face. The doctor told me that as I got older my masculine features would become more accentuated, so they corrected that. Then came the implants in my shy boobs after so many hormones. I was sore for weeks, but they filled out my new outfits spectacularly.
Soon I'm going to have that thing between my legs removed. It barely works so there's no point in keeping it on. I now sleep with Marcellus and Jasmine in the same bed. It didn't take long for my sexual activity as a woman to begin.
My first blowjob was a disaster, I used my teeth a lot. After several I think I understood the technique. Jasmine has helped me a lot.
If I had to remember the day I lost all my masculinity. There was no turning back for me, and I doubt I would take it back if there was.
I need to remember what my life used to be like. I was a lousy boyfriend and a horrible person. If I forget who I was I can never learn my lesson. Daddy was right, this is my full potential.
