Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Shelby's Service ❯ Shelby's Service ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Hardcover 
Here's a story I've been thinking about for a long time. It didn't really come out the way I'd wanted it to, but here it is. It's about a young boy who goes to become a servant at a large mansion and finds himself drugged, hypnotized, and turned into a horny shemale. There's a little twist at the end. Please comment if you like this story, Shelby will cry if you don't.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.17.2012 | Pages: 9 | Words: 15.9K | Visits: 741 | Status: Completed
Here's a story I've been thinking about for a long time. It didn't really come out the way I'd wanted it to, but here it is. It's about a young boy who goes to become a servant at a large mansion and finds himself drugged, hypnotized, and turned into a horny shemale. There's a little twist at the end. Please comment if you like this story, Shelby will cry if you don't.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.17.2012 | Pages: 9 | Words: 15.9K | Visits: 741 | Status: Completed
SHELBY’S
SERVICE
By Hardcover
It was an overcast day in London, not that much different from any other day in the city when it wasn’t raining, when eighteen year old Shelby Blackmore turned down the street that would lead him to the Dracilla Mansion. It was there that was to find permanent employment as a servant of some kind. He was to live and work at the mansion, taking up residence as a full time employee. He grimaced at the thought of it, and how fate had cast him into this situation. He had just finished high school and had been looking forward to starting college when he’d had the rug pulled so rudely from under him.
It was not that the problems his family had been having had happened over night; no, in fact, the disintegration of his family’s situation had begun quite some time ago, as his mother, Roselyn Blackmore, had become dissatisfied with her home life and sought excitement with other men. Once Shelby’s father, Thomas, had finally found out, and being that he was a very traditional man, he began divorce proceedings against her. He wanted her out of any inheritance, and he wanted full custody of Shelby and his younger brother Harley.
But, as the fates would have it, his mother had hired a good, sharp lawyer, and without any concrete proof of the infidelity, it was a full scale war; one Shelby’s father lost badly. He was unsure of how exactly she had done it, but his mother had managed to take everything from her former husband: His money, his house, and their two children. Now, Shelby’s father lived on the other side of town, trying to scrape his life back together.
Once his mother had control of the family finances, she proceeded to lead them all into virtual financial ruin. She had also begun to drink, spending many of her days drunk and passed out, which was why Shelby had taken the bus to get here: He had a driver’s license but no car, and he wasn’t allowed to use his mother’s. To make matters worse, when his mother drank, she tended to undress; walking around the house naked and freaking out Shelby and his brother. With the very real prospect of loosing their house on the horizon, Shelby had found that his mother had basically sold him to the Dracilla Mansion. Even worse, it was understood that once Harley was old enough, he’d be joining his older brother there. In one fell swoop, both their futures had been decided for them.
He had never been to the place before, but he had met two of the people who ran the place: Eric Ruthven and his sister Carmella. They had both come to the house to interview Shelby about his possible employment in the mansion, hoping to hire him as a servant of some kind. The pay was rather large with most of it going to his mother but a sizeable portion to himself. Ever the dutiful son, Shelby had put his plans for college off and had begrudgingly agreed.
Shelby was not a terribly good looking young man: He had an average face and a thick head of red hair that often earned him mocking comparisons to the Ron character from those books about the wizards. He was short, only five foot four, and had a skinny lanky frame without any muscle tone at all. He was dressed in a pair of black pants and a white button up shirt, opting for casual dress for his first day of work.
He got to the gates and stopped dead, staring at the building he was going to working in.
Any ghost or specter would have felt right at home in this place. The mansion was three story gothic affair made of old dark grey blocks and decorated with gargoyles and other medieval items. The place looked almost as if it was a castle rather then a mansion, the kind of place Shirley Jackson would have loved to have written about. The house was fronted by a huge courtyard in the center of which a large fountain was running, sending its sprinkling water in the air.
But the feature that really stuck out in Shelby’s mind, hell ANYONE’S mind, as strange was the fact that the house seemed to have no windows. He could see the places where the house had once had windows, but they now all seemed to be bricked up and painted the same color as the rest of the mansion. A convention of albinos would find this a fine meeting place if they ever needed one, Shelby thought humorously to himself.
As he was contemplating that, the gates swung open, beckoning him in silently. After hesitating a bit, he walked in, feeling a slight cold touch of fear as the gates slammed shut behind him, cutting off his exit.
The entrance to the house were two huge oak doors in the front, but Shelby had been instructed to go around the side of the house and enter through the servant’s door. He strolled around the huge silent building, finding the right door on the left hand side and knocked. It only took a second for it to be answered. The door creaked open and Shelby found himself looking at the smiling face of Carmella, who opened the door fully to admit him.
“Shelby, it’s so nice to see you again,” She cooed in her sultry voice, “Do come in, and leave some of the happiness you bring with you.”
Tall and well curved, Carmella was exceptionally beautiful, with long blond hair tied up in the back, and dressed in a form fitting white dress suit. Her eyes were wide and brown and her smile was warm and inviting, although Shelby noticed from the first time he’d met her that she and her brother had rather pale skin. Of course, now that he saw that they both worked in a place with no damn windows; he understood why they looked like that. He would probably look like this eventually too.
“Hi.” Shelby said, “I’m here to start work.”
“Of course you are!” Carmella said, “Please, follow me.”
As Shelby followed his new superior into the mansion, he noticed that the inside was just as gothic as the outside. The lighting was rather low, similar to that you might find in a bar, but not quite that dark. He actually had to let his eyes adjust for a second to the low illumination, and it was easy to imagine the place being lit by candlelight, except that the electric lights didn’t flicker. The halls were done up in deep reds and purples and seemed almost like the set of some Roger Corman adaptation of Poe. There were even codes of arms and full suits of armors in the halls as Carmella led him around. No where, did he spot any windows and he began to think that the whole place might but shut up that way. As they walked, he could swear he heard the sounds of young girls giggling faintly in the other rooms.
As they passed a small junction and went up a large curved flight of stairs that was carved intricately of wood, Shelby noticed a figure running down a hall to his right, far down but he could tell it was the shape of a woman, and she seemed to be wearing nothing but a pair of thong underwear. He blushed and glanced over at Carmella.
“What exactly am I going to be doing here?” He asked.
She looked at him, “We’ll explain it all in our bosses’ office.”
That surprised Shelby: While he had met Eric and Carmella several times, he had not ever seen the reclusive owner of the mansion, an obscure billionaire known only Dr. Akewlea. A Google search had turned up no photos of this guy and very little information at all. Shelby wondered what he would look like. And still, he wondered even more exactly what job his mother had sold him to do. A bit of anger at his alcohol saturated matriarch rose in him, but there was nothing to do for it now.
He kept following Carmella as she led him to their destination. As they walked, another woman came out of a room up ahead of them and headed down the passage towards them. She was very pretty with strait brown hair and a curvy, sexy form. She was dressed in a small tiny dress that revealed not only lot of leg but was slit up the side to reveal generous amounts of thigh along with being low cut so that her ample breasts were almost falling out. She walked with a seductive sway of her hips, easily moving on her stiletto healed shoes. She seemed both slutty and classy at the same time, if that were possible.
“Hi, Carmella.” She waved pleasantly as she passed and then glanced at Shelby, grinning, “Oh, is this a new employee?”
“Hi, Bambi.” Carmella replied, “Why yes, this is Shelby, he’s starting today.”
Bambi winked at him impishly, “Hi, Shelby. You’re gonna love it here.”
She walked off, giggling to herself. Shelby found it impossible not to watch her rounded butt as she moved off, staring at her as it swayed back and forth. He looked back and saw that Carmella had noticed it, but her smile said she didn’t object to his leer. He blushed and glanced down at the floor.
“Don’t do that,” Carmella lifted his chin with one of her hands, “She’s lovely, and it’s okay to look at her. Don’t ever be ashamed to admit to your desires, young Shelby. Many people are afraid to say what they want, and as such they don’t get what they want.”
They turned down another hallway, and proceeded down to the end where a large set of doors rested. Carmella went over and opened them, ushering Shelby in with a wave of her hand.
Inside, Shelby found himself in a large office, decorated like something out of the Victorian era. To the far side he could see a large wooden desk, and around the rest of the room were plush leather couches and chair, all looking like they might be antiques. Several chairs were placed facing the desk, obviously there for the purposes of meetings. Like every other room in this place, there were no windows.
The room was rectangular the entrance being on one of the short sides. To his left, Shelby could see a small bar set up on which a crystal decanter and several glasses were set up. The bar was made of a dark wood, stained a reddish color and fronted by swiveling cushioned seats atop brass bases. All along the rest of the left wall was a series of huge book shelves that ran all the way to the ceiling. The shelves were lined with various volumes, some seeming new and pristine, and others looking worn and almost ancient. The opposite wall had a smaller set of shelves that boasted a huge library of data discs, DVDs from the looks of them, going again from top to bottom.
On the wall behind the desk was an enormous painting depicting a battered old sailing ship in the middle of a terrible storm. The painting was so realistic and lifelike that Shelby could almost see it move.
Standing just inside the door, was Carmella’s brother Eric. Like his sister, Eric was tall and possessed of a blonde hair, which was thick and brushed back with expensive mousse. He was dressed immaculately in a dark pin striped Armani suit and a fine red and gold silk tie. Also like his sister, Eric was rather pale, but handsome and cut an impressive figure just the same. He turned and smile as the two of them entered the room. Strangely, despite his friendly demeanor, Shelby had the urge to bolt and run as soon as he saw him. Despite that, he held his place.
“Ah, Carmella, welcome.” Eric said with his usual velvet like voice, “And I see you brought our new recruit. Welcome to Dracilla Manor, young Shelby.”
All Shelby could say was, “Hi.”
Shelby caught his breath as he noticed that someone else was in the room with them. He hadn’t seen the figure when he came in, but now he could make out his form sitting at the desk in the shadowy glow. He was a tall man, dressed from head to toe (it seemed, most of him was behind the desk) in a black suit. The man was completely bald, though whether natural of with the aid of a razor Shelby couldn’t tell. His eyes were set deep into his head, giving him a chilling almost skull like appearance. His lips were long and his ears seemed bizarrely elongated slightly on the sides of his head. He wore a van dyke style goatee on his chin which was neatly trimmed and groomed. He clasped his hands in front of him, each of his fingers decorated with silver rings, and Shelby could see that he had extraordinarily long fingers.
The man smiled warmly, but his gaze still seemed intense and intimidating.
His observations were interrupted was Carmella put a glass of water into Shelby’s hand. She had moved over to the small bar on the side and filled up the glass from the decanter that had been sitting out.
“Have a drink, Shelby.” She offered politely.
Shelby nodded and took a sip of the smooth tasting water. After he’d done so, Eric clapped him on the back with one hand, gesturing towards the figure with his other.
“Shelby, have a seat, and I like you to meet the main mover and shaker of our little cabal here: Dr. Bradley Akewlea.”
“Good evening, Shelby.” The man spoke in a deep, fluid voice, “Please make yourself comfortable. It’s indeed a distinct pleasure to meet you.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Dr. Akewlea.” Shelby replied courtly.
“Please,” Dr. Akewlea chuckled good naturedly, “Call me Brad. I mean, I don’t need to be reminded of how old I am.”
There was a round of laughter between the other three, and Shelby got the distinct impression this was some kind of private joke between them. He gave a courtesy laugh and took another sip of his water. The water was very good, tasting pure and crisp on his tongue. He could now see that the desk was old and intricately carved all over its sides, with minute detail that must have taken a skilled craftsman indeed. The desk seemed to be hand made, and the only thing modern about it was the state of the art computer set up sitting on one side.
On the other side, Shelby notice a strange gargoyle like statue, carved in black obsidian from top to bottom except for its eyes which appeared to be made from real sapphires; although Shelby really had no idea how to tell a real sapphire from a fake one. The carved figure, seated on it haunches like a dog, exerted and tremendous sense of dread and ugliness, and yet still seemed to be beautiful in its own way. The statue held his attention, almost with a mesmerizing influence.
He pulled his eyes away from it, and sat down, draining the last of his water. Strange, he realized he was starting to feel funny, a little light headed like after he had been holding his breath or something.
“Now Shelby,” Dr. Akewlea began, “As you know, you have been hired to work as a servant in this mansion. This is not to say that you will be a servant to one of us, at least not exclusively, but you will be required to serve the various guests and visitors that are part of our clientele . . .”
As Dr. Akewlea continued to talk, Shelby found he was having trouble focusing on his words. He was becoming slightly giddy and even more lightheaded, strange tingling sensations running up and down his body as well as a slight numbness of feeling in his extremities, followed by a feeling of warmth radiating from inside his body. He found his thoughts sluggish and his mind in a thick fog.
He knew something was wrong, but he couldn’t tell what. He glanced down at the empty glass in his hand, and realized with horror that he had been drugged. Shit, these were some kind of perverts or kidnappers. He shuddered as he realized they might want to harvest his organs! The glass dropped out of his hand and fell to the floor, rolling a few feet on its side before coming to a rest. He tried to fight the effects, but he was going under fast. His head bobbed as his body slumped down in the chair, unable to move.
“. . . and I see that the drugs we put in your water have begun to take effect.” Dr. Akewlea said, moving right along with his speech, “That, Shelby, was a very powerful hypnotic drug that you just drank. Oh, it’s not known to very many people, we prefer to keep it for ourselves and our friends. It allows for a much deeper hypnotic state, one that is arrived at faster, and allows for complete and total control of the mind. As of now, you’re mind will belong to us.”
“W-hat have you done to me?” Shelby managed to spit out.
“Simply put you in a state that will open you up to our control.” Came the reply from Eric.
Shelby tried to protest, but all he could do was mumble and regard Dr. Akewlea with horror as the tall, gaunt figure continued sinisterly.
“You see, Shelby, what I told you was true: We do want you to service our customers, but as you are you don’t suit our purposes.” His captor continued, “For you to make a good servant, we will need you to undergo some rather radical physical changes, changes you wouldn’t believe, ones we have a staff on call to make. But before that, we need you to undergo a considerable mount of mental changes as well: And that, we can do right here.”
Moving to the side of his desk, Dr. Akewlea put his hand on the black idol, “So, say goodbye to your old self, Shelby, because when we get done with you, you’ll be reborn as a completely different person. One I’m sure we’ll all enjoy much better.”
He pushed something on the statues back, and there was a slight hum. All at once the sapphire eyes began to glow softly, pulsing with a warm light that Shelby couldn’t seem to take his eyes away from. The eyes continued to glow, and with each pulse his will seemed to be sapped. He tried to fight what was being done to him, but he was powerless against it. Deeper and deeper he went under, loosing himself in the soft glow, until he was completely in the deepest hypnotic state. His will was given over completely to his captor, and his face slackened as he slipped under their power.
He tried to fight it, but the glowing, soothing feeling the light brought with it was calmly breaking down his will. He stared at the light, unable to take his eyes off it, his consciousness and his resolve ebbing away, until there was nothing but the bliss of the light, and the comforting but commanding voice of Dr. Akewlea. His face grew slack as he was given over completely to them, his mind theirs to do with as they pleased.
Dr. Akewlea spoke, “Can you hear me, Shelby?”
“Yes.” Shelby said in dull monotone.
“You are now in my power. Everything I say, you will have no choice but to obey. Your mind and your thoughts will be mine to change and alter as I see fit. You mind will change as I see fit. And these changes will be permanent unless I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?”
Shelby shuddered, but replied, “Yes.”
Pausing slightly before continuing, “You are feeling a change come on: You are feeling yourself less attracted to pussy. You are starting to crave cock. Little by little the desire is taking over, filling out through your body. You begin to want only a penis, and only a penis can fully satisfy you.”
Shivering, Shelby began to squirm in his chair. The beginnings of an erection began to push through his pants. He tried to fight it, on some deep subconscious level, but he couldn’t. The desire was coming up and flooding him. He was turning into whatever Dr. Akewlea wanted him to. He had no control, and no fight left in him. He twisted his penis fully hard and pressing through his pants.
“You remain able to perform with a woman, but you don’t really care to.” Dr. Akewlea went on, “You still find the feminine form attractive, but you wish every woman in the world had a dick. At the same time, you find men irresistibly attractive, and you want their cocks inside of you, in your mouth or up your ass. You want sex with men, or sex with shemales more then anything else. Your hetero sexuality is being destroyed, replaced by your new found lust for cock. You are becoming completely gay now; only men or trannys will do to sate your lust.”
They all watched amused as Shelby’s moans of despair turned slowly into coos of lust. His body moved and writhed on the chair, his penis at full attention. He would no longer be the same after this, that was for sure.
Again, Dr. Akewlea reminded him, “You are completely in my power, you will do whatever I command. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Shelby said.
“Take off your clothes. Strip naked.”
Slowly, Shelby rose and began to remove his clothing with clumsy sluggish movement. His face turned red from embarrassment as some part of him knew he was being watched. He tossed his clothes aside which Carmella quickly picked up and put on one of the couches. He certainly wouldn’t be needed clothes like these after this.
Finally pulling down his underwear, Shelby stripped himself nude and then fell back into the chair again, his hard penis bouncing in front of him in full view. As he settled back in the seat, they all eyed his naked body with undisguised lust, and a few lip licks. Dr. Akewlea continued to give instructions, making sure that all his commands were understood and that Shelby’s mind was in his power and ready for the next part of his change.
“Shelby,” Dr. Akewlea spoke, “You can feel a woman inside you. She is rising up, filling up your body and taking over your thoughts. She is very feminine, and very seductive. She’s a slut, and loves sex with anyone who has a penis to offer her. She’s an exhibitionist, and loves people to see her do nasty sexual things. She’s a pervert, and will do anything sexual that is asked of her. But she is classy and friendly. She is stylish and giving. She is submissive and masochistic, willing and needful of being dominated. And she is becoming you, flowing up into your mind. Can you feel her? Can you feel the whore and the slut inside you, taking over your mind bit by bit?”
Again, Shelby shuddered, “Yes, I feel her.”
Taking his time, Dr. Akewlea gave careful instruction on Shelby’s new personae, every little detail of what his new female personality was going to be like. He continued making sure that all his commands were met and understood. Just to be sure, he repeated the description of the woman personality, changing ‘she’ to ‘you’. He gave many other instructions on how he was to move and dress, and even talk, giving him everything he felt he should know.
When he was satisfied, he said, “Shelby, when I clap my hands, the woman will take you over, and you will become her. Your old personality will be absorbed into her and you will be the girl in your mind. Do you understand?”
A tear ran down Shelby’s cheek, “Yes.”
With a loud sound, Dr. Akewlea clapped. Shelby groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head as the female burst forth and obliterated his personality, tearing it apart and then putting it back together in a new way. He writhed on the chair as he was reborn as the same person but different in every way. He cried out as he ejaculated, cumming as his old life was eradicated for ever and his new one opened up in front of him. He gripped the arms of the chair as his transformation completed, his cum dripping down his stomach, his penis still pulsing between his legs.
Shutting off the light, Dr. Akewlea looked over the young man with approval. He looked up at the other two and smiled as Shelby came out from the hypnosis, but still was barely conscious from the drugs.
“I think,” He told them, “That he is ready for the physical part of his transformation.”
Shelby barely registered what was said, only able to wonder what had just been done to him. Suddenly, his head was tilted to one side and he felt a sharp sheering pain on the side of his neck, followed by an incredible orgasmic rush of endorphins that make his whole body tremble and convulse.
And then the room faded into blackness.
At some point, Shelby opened his eyes blearily, and saw the blurred sight of a large surgical lamp above him. He was lying on his back on a bed, and figures in surgical scrubs moved back and forth around him. He tried to focus his thoughts but he felt sluggish and asleep.
His body felt raw and burning all over, dull and sharp pains aching from his face all the way down to his toes. His throat was raw and sore as well, and his chest and thighs felt swollen and bloated with extra skin.
One of the figures, a woman, looked down at him, “Hey, she’s waking up.”
Before he could ask what was happening, a plastic mask was placed on his face and the rush of gas returned him to unconsciousness.
When at long last Shelby woke up again, he felt completely disoriented. He woke to find himself resting in a large ornate four poster bead in an elaborately decorated suite of some kind, filled with antiques like the rest of this place, and also devoid of a window. The lights were still low, but now he found the semi darkness somehow comforting and natural. As his consciousness returned to him, he suddenly realized that something was very wrong.
His body felt all wrong, like it was somehow not his own. His chest felt heavy and his arms and legs felt different. Even the motions of his face seemed somehow foreign to him. And his thoughts . . . they were still his, but he felt like he was thinking differently somehow. He threw back the sheets and looked at himself and almost screamed with what he saw:
He was naked, that was obvious, but there on his chest were quite clearly a pair of large D Cup breasts with thick puffy nipples tipping the mounds. He had breasts! Why did he have breasts! He shoved a hand down between his legs and was relieved when she felt the familiar shape of her penis.
No! HIS! His penis. She was a he, wasn’t she?
She shook her head, the confusing thoughts and strange problems with gender identity swirling in her mind. She tried to bring her thoughts back to the way they should be, to thinking of herself as a him and a he, but she felt so feminine and girlish, and somehow there was this deep resonating certainty that she was a woman. Looking down at herself only reinforced that: Her hips were curved, her waist slender, her skin smooth and hairless, and her legs soft and luscious, even with her penis she felt like she was a girl. It was all wrong. She also noticed her skin was pale like the others’ and wondered how long she had been unconscious.
She clapped her hands on her head, feeling long hair between her fingers and felt tears gush from her eyes and she sank into despair: What had they done to her? What had she become?
The answer was obvious, but she fought recognizing it at first: She was a shemale.
She pulled her knees up to her chest and shivered, crying as she realized she’d been made into a freak. She could never go home like this; there was no escape for her. And what did they want her for? Was she going to become their plaything, would they use her for sex?
She blushed at the thought and was alarmed when she felt herself getting slightly aroused by the idea. She tried to fight it off, but it persisted as all sorts of naughty scenarios began to play through her head. In spite of herself, she began to wonder what it would like to become a man’s sex toy. Or maybe several men. Fantasies began to play in her mind, but she suddenly pulled back in horror, realizing what she had been thinking. She shuddered when she felt the tip of her penis touch the back of her legs and realized she was getting hard. She tried to push the thoughts out of her mind, but they wouldn’t go.
She tried to recall what had happened to her. Her memory was hazy, but as it came into focus she could remember the meeting with Dr. Akewlea, and the drugged water. And then after that . . . after that . . .
Nothing, except for some vague notion of glowing eyes.
They’d done something to her: Changed her that was obvious. She felt more tears down her cheeks as she wondered what her fate would be. But some unforgivable part of her was tingling with excitement. There was some part of her, one that was dominating her other thoughts that wanted this, craved it. How it was possible she didn’t know, but she was loosing the battle with herself. She felt an intense desire to touch herself, a desire she resisted to the last but soon found herself indulging in.
Her hands began to run over her skin, squeezing her large breasts a little. The sensations were so good that she let a small moan escape her mouth. It was then that she noticed she was no longer alone.
“Ah, you’re finally awake I see.” Carmella’s voice rang, causing Shelby to gasp.
Almost instinctively, Shelby felt an electric thrill at having been caught massaging herself like that, like she wanted someone to see her. Carmella was grinning down at her, her face slightly pink, and Shelby felt another surge of excitement with the realization that she was turning Carmella on.
Carmella was no longer dressed in her usual business suits, but instead was wearing a tight form fitting white tube dress that caressed her body and made her look rather slutty. It seemed like that was the look she was going for.
Looking over the pretty woman, Shelby found herself strangely attracted to her. Her eyes rested on the delicate slope of Carmella’s neck, the graceful lines of it and the slight pulse of her jugular vein pumping blood through it, which seemed unusually arousing for some reason.
“Don’t be embarrassed, it’s good to get to know your new body.” Carmella told her.
“What have you done to me?” Shelby demanded, but found it came out of her mouth as a polite question.
“We have transformed you into a most delightful and desirable creature.” She said with wink, “One that will drive men mad with lust and longing.”
“A shemale?” Shelby asked, incredulously.
Carmella nodded, “Quite. Take a look at yourself. You’re beautiful . . . on of the most beautiful things to ever walk to earth.”
Not sure why, Shelby obeyed her promptly and slipped off the bed. There was a huge mirror on the wall in front of dresser in which she could see her reflection. Her mouth dropped open in surprise as she looked at her new form.
She WAS beautiful.
Her once rather plain red hair was now a fiery crimson shade that flowed down her head in waves and spilled out over her bare shoulders. She was small and petite, but her body curvy and soft. Her breasts were large, but natural looking and her hips curved nicely in a feminine way below her slender waist. Her legs were nice and luscious, and her hands small and feminine.
She had several piercings; she saw, several in her ears and one in each nipple. Small silver rings hung from each nipple tantalizingly.
Her face was round and delicate, with a small nose and wide, expressive, brown eyes. Her eyebrows were thinner then before, and high one her brow. She was very pretty, if not downright gorgeous.
Between her legs, she could see her still hard penis jutting out in front of her, the only part of her body that was still masculine. It should have seemed so bizarre to see that stiff mark of maleness on such a cute ladylike body, but instead it seemed so perfect, so right. She eyes her own cock and felt a jolt lust looking at it. It was odd, to be turned on by one’s own dick, but she couldn’t seem to control her new desires.
“How did you do this?” She wondered out loud.
Coming up behind her and putting her hands on Shelby’s shoulders, Carmella said, “Oh, a lot of surgery. We gave you breast, hip, and butt implants. Cheek implants to change your face. A nose and brow job, an advanced vocal scrape for your voice, removing you Adam’s apple, a bunch of other stuff, all very technical. You have our own innovation, some artificial organs inside that produce feminine hormones to keep you girlish, as well as a streamlined PDE5 inhibitor to keep you functional, our customers will want that. You’ve been recuperating for a month; we kept you sedated so you wouldn’t feel any pain.”
“How considerate of you.” Shelby said dryly.
But her eyes rolled up and down her naked body and she realized that she was enjoying the sight of it. As she looked at herself, realizing that part of her loved this new form, something Carmella said suddenly registered with her.
“Wait . . . the customers want me hard?” She exclaimed, “Oh my god, I’m going to be a shemale whore!”
The thought shocked and horrified her, but she found herself getting unforgivably excited at the prospect. The more she tried to hate the idea of what had been done to her, the more her body and mind seemed to betray her and produce an inexplicable enthusiasm. Visions of herself surrounded by naked men with large hard members penetrated her brain. What was wrong with her? It was like she wanted to be a slut and whore for them.
Carmella hugged her from behind, “Yes, a most delicious and exquisite shemale whore; the kind of whore that men would kill for just to be with once.”
She kissed Shelby on the cheek and then let go, crossing over to a wardrobe on the side and pulling it open.
“Let’s get you dressed, and we’ll get you settled in your new room.” Carmella said gleefully, “We need to get you ready for your first client.”
Shelby knew she should refuse or try to escape, but she found she seemed to be unable to disobey Carmella, as if she was somehow a slave to her will. And what was worse, she found that she really didn’t seem to mind. The dress she was given was a small black tube dress, simple and form fitting, which Shelby slipped on clumsily, having never worn a dress before. She was not given any underwear. Still, when she saw herself in the mirror, she couldn’t resist a smile at how good it looked on her, even though her male genitalia bulged in the front obviously. Why was she thinking like this? Why was she suddenly so . . . feminine?
She followed Carmella out and into the dark but now somehow comforting passageways of the mansion. As they walked, Shelby became aware that she was swaying her hips back and froth in a sexy seductive manner, much the way Carmella walked. Try as she might, Shelby couldn’t change her gate, and the feeling of being sexy and desirable tugged at her, urging her on. As she kept walking her movements became more fluid and sultry: She felt like a temptress, moving her body is slithering snake like motions. And she was finding she liked it.
Up ahead of them, the girl they had seen before, Bambi, came bounding around a corner. She was now dressed in a dark transparent baby doll top and a pair of equally see through panties and high matching stockings. Through her top her bare breasts were clearly visible, her nipples slightly hard and poking through. Through her panties, Shelby could clearly see that she also had a penis, and that it was slightly hard too. The sight stirred her, and she felt her own cock stiffening.
Her eyes traced over Bambi’s body, and again settled on the soft curve of her neck, with its graceful lines. It seemed, delicious almost in its soft simple shape.
“Hi, Carmella.” Bambi chirped gleefully, and then turned to Shelby, “Oh, is this our new arrival?”
“Yes,” Carmella replied with a bow of her head, “This is Shelby; she’ll be rooming with Kirstie.”
“Oh, lucky you!” Bambi exclaimed, “She’s hot!”
Grinning at her, Bambi exchanged a knowing glance with Carmella and then leaned over to Shelby, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
“You’re gonna love it here.” She said.
And then she kissed Shelby full on the mouth. The bold and brazen move shocked Shelby at first, but she soon found herself warming up inside and ever returned the kiss a bit. But Bambi quickly broke it and skipped down the hallway giggling. Shelby’s face was hot as she flushed all over her cheeks.
They continued, and as soon as Shelby got over her embarrassment, she looked up at Carmella.
“Um . . .” She asked sheepishly, “Are all the girls here shemales?”
Carmella smiled sweetly, “Of course, dear. That’s what our customers pay for. And you make such of lovely tgirl; I have high hopes for you. I’m sure you’ll be in great demand.”
Deep inside, Shelby knew she should be running: That she should hit Carmella over the head with something and get the hell out of this weird loony bin. This was a brothel for shemales! And she’d been made into one of them, turned into a tranny against her will. She knew she should hate them, hate what had been done to her, but instead she felt at ease, almost peaceful with her new form and predicament. There was no reason she should want to be a shemale whore, but she felt slightly excited by the prospect. And she followed Carmella’s lead without question, felt almost eager to please her.
Suddenly she realized something, “Wait . . . if all the girls here are shemales; does that mean . . . you . . . ?”
Carmella smiled and put an arm around Shelby, “I’m packing a missile that’ll make you squeal.”
She kissed Shelby on the cheek, and she felt her face go hot as she blushed crimson.
A few turns and they arrived at the room Shelby would be living in. Shelby gasped as Carmella opened the door and led her into a wide ornate room with two huge four poster beds complete with canopies, elaborate wardrobes and furniture that all looked hand carved. The room was bereft of windows, like all the room in here, and the low light gave it a slightly gothic look. A figure sat on one of the beds reading a book. As they entered she got up and came over to them.
She was a shapely brunette with brown hair down to her shoulders and cute, pretty face. Like everyone else, her skin had that pale look to it from the lack of sun. She was dressed only in a dark green tank top and a pair of sheer cotton panties, the outline of her cock plainly visible, resting to the side. Unconsciously, Shelby licked her lips at the sight.
“Hello, Kirstie,” Carmella announced, “I brought your new roommate. Please make her feel at home and show her everything she needs to know. She’s just joined us and has her first client much later tonight.”
Pleasantly, Kirstie said, “Hi, I’m Kirstie. Nice to meet you.”
“Ah, nice to meet you.” Shelby started.
She was interrupted at Kirstie hugged her tightly and kissed her on the lips. Were all the trannys in this place so affectionate? Shelby found she wouldn’t mind if they were, her body responding warmly to Kirstie’s close body and lips.
“Well, I’ll leave you too to get acquainted.” Carmella told them and left the room, closing the door behind her.
Kirstie took Shelby by the hand and lead her into the room, “Okay, Shelby, that bed right over there is going to be yours. And the wardrobe and desk next to it are also yours. The wardrobe is already full of clothes that they brought up for you. I had a peek, lots of cute sexy stuff.”
Looking around, Shelby saw that her desk featured a full computer set up and right next to it was what appeared to be a very expensive vanity, with mountains of different sorts of make up on it. At the foot of her bed was a large chest of drawers, which Kirstie told her contained her underwear. The wardrobe itself was immense, and seemed to be packed with clothes, and a shelf rack next to it displayed a dizzying amount of shoes.
With nothing else to do, Shelby sank down and sat on the bed.
“Whaddya think?” Kirstie sat on the bed next to her, “Isn’t it great?”
“I guess so.” Shelby ventured, and then added, “You seem awfully happy. Doesn’t this bother you?”
“No, you’re not intruding.” Kirstie misinterpreted the question, “I’ve been dying for a new roommate. I’m tickled pink to have you hear, I think we’re gonna be great friends.”
“No, I mean . . .” Shelby started, “We’ve been turned into shemales against our will . . . and . . . we’re prostitutes.”
“You bet we are.” Kirstie grinned evilly, “And I love it, I love being a shemale slut. And so will you.”
For emphasis, Kirstie put a finger on Shelby’s forehead.
“But we’re prisoners!” Shelby protested.
“We are not! We’re live in employees!”
“We can’t quit!”
“We have a contract, nothing unusual.”
“We can’t leave the mansion.”
“Sure we can, we go out all the time.”
“You do? But everyone’s so . . . pale.”
Kirstie grinned again, one of those knowing smiles that seemed to say that she knew something she wasn’t telling.
She simply said, “We go out at night mostly.”
She went on, “Unfortunately, I’m not allowed to break you in; the client for tonight requested that he be able to do the honors, but I’ll teach you everything you need to know, okay?”
With that statement, Kirstie leaned over and kissed Shelby on the mouth, a long slow kiss during which she snaked her tongue into the other tranny’s mouth. It was almost as if Shelby had no choice, she began to return the kiss, feeling her body grow hot as she made out with the lovely girl next to her. She felt strangely at ease with it, despite her full knowledge that this “girl” was once a boy and still had a penis. Shelby felt her own cock harden under her gown, and tingles ran up and down her body.
The kiss was interrupted when the door opened and Bambi walked into the room, explaining that she had no more clients that day and wanted to help educate Shelby. Kirstie smiled and apologized, telling Shelby that was all they could do right now anyways. As she stood up, Shelby blushed as she realized Kirstie’s cock was hard inside her panties, the bulge of it pressing out to the right obviously. Brazenly, Kirstie made no move to hide it, and in fact seemed to enjoy Shelby’s eyes on her. In fact, she seemed a little proud of her hard penis.
Shelby suddenly realized that she was also hard, and her dick was sticking up through her gown like a tent pole, causing the other two girls to giggle and leer at it lasciviously, expressing their frustration that they weren’t allowed to do anything with her yet. Somewhere deep inside, Shelby felt herself a little disappointed as well. It was a long time before she finally got it to go down.
The next several hours were spent with Kirstie and Bambi teaching Shelby everything she would need to know to be a cute sexy shemale. They showed her how to do her make up, using subtle techniques to give her a cute but at the same time whorish appearance. They showed her how to do her hair, going through several different arrangements of Shelby’s fiery red mane before finally arriving on clipping some of it back while letting her bangs hand low and the rest of her hair spilling down her shoulders.
They showed her how to walk in heels, how to put her bra on and take it off, how to adjust her dick inside her panties, many very personal things that made Shelby blush. They tried own endless amounts of outfits from Shelby’s wardrobe, all of them sexy and revealing, and showed her how to move and to walk. They even practiced some alluring eye looks. Bit by bit, they showed her every thing they could think of on how to be a proper tranny slut.
Strangely, Shelby found herself taking to what she was taught right away, even walking in the heels. It was as if somehow all this knowledge had been put into her brain and the other two trannies were just bringing it out. She found it easy to put a bra on, to walk in tight skirts and to sit with her legs folded demurely.
If she had been blushing a lot before, she really started when Kirstie and Bambi began teaching her proper sex techniques by stripping naked and demonstrating them on each other. Sitting on the opposite bed, Shelby sat stunned, blushing, and hard as a rock as the two other shemales showed her how to make out, French kiss, suck cock, take it up the ass, and even give rim jobs, all performed with shameless glee right in front of her. The lust that took hold was almost overpowering, and Shelby could help but want to rush over and join in. Something stopped her though, the same weird feeling of obedience from before. She couldn’t seem to disobey the rules of this strange house.
After hours and hours of tutelage, Carmella arrived telling Shelby it was time to see her first client. Shelby jumped to her feet, her heart hammering and her cock crawling with excitement. Her inner mind screamed at her that this was wrong, that she shouldn’t want to have sex with a man. But she didn’t feel like a man anymore, she felt so much like a girl, and her excitement would not wane.
Carmella told her, “I brought the outfit that the client wants you to wear. So please put this own, and let us be off. I can’t wait for you to become a real full fledged member of the house.”
She held up the clothes to Shelby, who found another jolt of inexplicable excitement when she saw what she was to wear.
It was a French maid outfit.
As she was led down more twisting hallways, Shelby found herself walking easily in the stiletto heels, her hips still swishing seductively side to side as she moved. Her skirt barely covered her and she was sure some cheek was showing in the back. The lacey top was low cut showing ample cleavage, and both the bottom of her top and the top her skirt were cut to show a little bare midriff. She wore fishnet stocking that stopped well short of her skirt, and a frilly maid’s cap in her hair completed the effect. Under it, she was wearing dark see through panties and a matching see through bra.
Shelby had never felt this sexy before.
They moved down a large flight or carpeted stairs. Everywhere she looked, Shelby saw sexy shemales in various states of dress, some completely naked.
As she walked her heart pounded in her chest and tingling feelings ran up and down her body as her breathes deepened. She couldn’t help herself; she was becoming too horny and too aroused by the prospect of seeing her first client. What had they done to her? How had they changed her so much that a situation that would have been horrid yesterday was filling her with such anticipation? She wanted to fuck a man; she wanted to feel a cock inside of her, even while some part of her still cringed at her alien desires.
Her desires scared her, but intrigued her at the same time. As she moved, finding the high heels easier and easier to walk in. Her hips still swayed with the seductive movements, swinging her butt invitingly back and forth. In fact, the sway seemed to have become more pronounced as she spent longer in this body. Was this her fate? To be a sexy little shemale slut for the rest of her life? If it was, it didn’t seem so bad.
They arrived at a pair of double doors and Carmella opened them and led her charge in. The room they entered was a long rectangular room with a high ceiling that sported two large crystal chandeliers. The wall opposite them had what were once large widows but where now bricked up; but none the less had beautiful ornate curtains decorating them. The floor was dark hardwood, but a large soft rug filled the middle part. In the center of the rug a long dinner table sat, with multiple chairs around it, all set with exquisite dinnerware.
Classical music played softly from somewhere. There was a figure seated at the far end of the table, a man.
Carmella curtsied formally, “Good evening, Dr. Sooerd. This is Shelby, who will be serving you tonight.”
Standing up to his full impressive height, Dr. Sooerd bowed graciously, “Good evening and welcome, my dear. And might I say what a lovely young woman you are.”
“Er . . . thank you.” Shelby stammered.
At once, Shelby realized she was making a bad impression: Looking stupid and impolite in front of her customer. She quickly attempted a formal curtsy like Carmella had, crossing her feet and bending at the knees while raising the ends of her skirt with her fingers, probably flashing her panties in the process.
“Thank you so much, I look forward to serving you.” She said politely.
The man came forward too them, crossing quickly with eyes twinkling. He was an older man, at least compared to Shelby, in his late thirties. He had black hair that was brushed back over his head and a well trimmed goatee on his chin. His face was strong but soft and good looking, his eyes a deep blue that made Shelby week in the knees to look into. He was dressed finely in a tuxedo with a small carnation in the lapel.
“If I might be so bold,” Dr. Sooered continued, “You are quite exquisitely feminine as well.”
A strange sense of pride welled up in her at that statement. Why? She screamed at herself helplessly. Why would she want to be called feminine? She was boy . . . wasn’t she? But it was as if something had reached into her and changed her inside, altered her gender within her mind to fit her new body. The comment that should have been insulting made her blush slightly and feel flattered instead.
Instead, she bowed her head demurely, “Thank for saying so, sir.”
That was something else that was wrong, she couldn’t seem to help being submissive, deferring to everyone around her. It was now like she was born to serve, to please everyone to the best of her ability. Did that make her a slave? She didn’t know.
“She is very feminine.” Carmella agreed, “But she packs an acceptable package between her legs.”
Shelby felt a twinge of anger and embarrassment over that comment. ‘Acceptable’? What did she mean by that? But Carmella wasn’t finished yet.
Carmella continued, “And, as per your request, she is a virgin: Unknown to either man or woman.”
At that, Shelby flushed a bright crimson color. How the hell had Carmella known that anyways?
Gazing at her with appreciation, Dr. Sooerd said, “Indeed? Lovely, I’m sure she will be more then acceptable. Let us begin then shall we? I should like my meal served to me as soon as it is ready.”
As Sooerd returned to the table, Carmella turned to Shelby and gave her a quick rundown on where the kitchen was. Like an obedient servant, Shelby suddenly found herself running off to please her client, crossing the huge main hall of the mansion and entering the doors that led to the kitchen. The meal was already on a fancy trey for her, and she took it and pushed in back to the room. Carmella was already gone, and Shelby went about serving him his food, pheasant under glass with a side of creamy mashed potatoes.
At first, that was all that was going on: Shelby demurely went about serving Dr. Sooerd, bringing him sides and seasonings and pouring glass after glass of expensive wine, like she was any ordinary maid. All the while, Sooerd regaled her with tales of his practice, and of patients with strange mental maladies, most of them seeming to be sexual in nature. He insisted that Shelby try some of the pheasant, which Shelby found quite tasty, and also a considerable amount of the wine, leaving her tipsy and praying she didn’t spill something on him. But all in all, she was starting to get bored. More and more, she began to like the doctor, enjoying his dashing smile and robust enthusiasm.
Once Dr. Sooerd had finished his meal and Shelby had cleared the table, he pushed his chair back and patted his legs.
“Ah, dear Shelby,” He purred, “You’ve done fine work today. Would you be so kind as to come here and sit on my lap?”
Feeling her heart flutter a bit, Shelby hesitated for a moment and then found herself moving forward with the now customary sway of her hips. She paused briefly and then lowered herself onto his lap, putting both hands on his shoulders as she did so, looking at those fabulous eyes. Her eyes trailed down to his lips and then to his neck, and she felt a tingle of excitement as she traced its lines with her eyes and saw the slight pulse of the vein underneath.
She realized the Doctor was saying something.
“. . . really are very pretty.” He said.
“Thank you, sir.” She giggled, blushing a little.
“Oh, you can call me John, sweetie.” Dr. Sooerd told her.
“Thank you, John.” She blushed even more.
Sitting there on his lap, Shelby’s body was crawling with arousal. She realized she could feel his penis through his pants, and that he was very hard. That he was hard for her, that it was she who had gotten him hard, made it even more of a turn on. She realized her own cock was now hard and stiff in her panties. John was brushing the hair out o her eyes playfully and then pulled her closer to him. He leaned towards her, his mouth opening.
He was going to kiss her!
Shelby’s heart hammered in her chest, and at first she pulled back a little bit. Could she do this? Could she really kiss a man? But the newfound lust was driving her on, and she found she wanted nothing more then to kiss his lips, to feel his mouth on hers. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, feeling more like a girl now as their lips met softly and they began to kiss. Their lips moved on each other and their tongues explored each other’s mouths as the made out, Shelby found herself pulling closer and closer to John’s body, feeling the warmth of him and enjoying tingles of pleasure all over her crotch, her cock stiff and straining her panties.
She moved her body against his her lips kissing passionately. She was kissing just like a real girl would, she realized, exactly like a real girl.
As they kissed he slipped a hand up her body and gently squeezed one of her breasts. Feeling the hand on her soft, sensitive mounds, Shelby made a muffled moan against his lips. The new breasts were so sensitive, if felt very nice to have his hands on them, gently caressing her tits and making the nipples hard. He pulled the elastic line of her top down over them, revealing her see through bra and her nipples poking through the material.
He broke the kiss and slipped his fingers under the cups of her bra, pulling them down, he exposed her breasts in full, her hard puffy nipples jiggling a little from the motion and making her nipple rings dance. It was strange; yesterday she’d have thought nothing of having her chest exposed. But now that she had real boobs, she felt embarrassed but excited at the same time.
Kissing her again, her kneaded her breasts and tweaked her nipples between his thumb and fore finger, teasing them hard. She returned his kisses passionately, amazed at how good his hands felt on her breasts, the soft flesh putty between his fingers. She squirmed and kissed his lips, letting his tongue into her mouth, her hands running all over his shoulders and back as the made out.
He began to kiss her neck, making her tilt her head up and moan involuntarily, and moved down to her tits, taking one in each hand. Shelby gasped as he began to suck and lick at her nips, teasing the rings with his tongue. Her own tongue snaked out and licked her lips as her breathing deepened, her chest rising and falling in heaves. John began to slip one hand from her boobs and lay it on her leg, rubbing up and down to the thigh, moving back and forth and getting closer and closer to her hard cock with each stroke. Goose bumps rose on her skin as his finger brushed her penis, his mouth still working both her nipples.
Moving over, Shelby moaned as John’s hand rested on her cock, moving up and down it, tracing its length through the thin material of her panties. Shivers ran up and down her body as his hand skillfully manipulated her dick, masturbating her gently through her underwear. She moaned and whined a little as the warm touch of his fingers made more and more aroused.
“Do you like that?” John asked her.
Barely able to speak, Shelby simply nodded, her wide expressive eyes saying it all. John reached up and clutched one of her hands, taking it off his shoulder and bringing it down lower and lower until it reached his own crotch. Shelby found herself almost unable to breath with anticipation as he placed her hand on his own cock. She sucked in air as she felt his hard girth beneath her fingers. Almost automatically, she began to explore it, rubbing her fingers on the length of his manhood, only his cloth separating his warm flesh from hers.
She let out a cry as he slipped his hand inside her panties, touching her penis directly and softly jacking her off. She groaned as he stimulated her, and without a second thought she was undoing his pants, needing to get her hands on his stiff, hard penis. Her fingers felt clumsy and ineffective as she pulled open his belt and zipper, but finally she slipped her hand into his black silk boxer shorts and felt the warm stiff feeling of his dick under her fingers. She shivered all over at the thrill of touching a man’s cock finally. She kissed his lips passionately, lost in her lust.
Part of her was still cringing, that small voice that was telling her not to do this, but she could barely hear it anymore. She loved the feeling of his penis as she masturbated him and the feeling of his hand on her own dick. She loved his smell, his cologne, and a slight but irresistible copper like aroma that seemed to come from under his skin.
Letting go of her penis, John gripped the bottom of her top and pulled it off her, making her reluctantly let go of his manhood. She obediently raised her hands over her head and let him strip her top off all the way. The cups of her bra were still down and the straps had fallen off her shoulders and were hanging loosely over her arms. Her breasts were completely exposed, and she felt oh so naughty letting him see them, as if she’d had them all her life.
John gently pushed her off his lap and then stood up, shoving the chair back a little bit. He let his pants drop to his ankles and touched Shelby’s shoulders tenderly, softly pushing her down lower and lower until she was on her knees in front of him.
Her chest rose and fell in gasps, his hard penis right in front of her face. It was obvious to anyone what he wanted from her next. Her heart beat hard in her chest as nervousness returned along with a bit of fear. Could she really do this, take a penis in her mouth? Become a cocksucker for real? Part of her still rebelled against it, but his cock looked so inviting displayed for her.
“I . . . I’ve never done this before.” She admitted (?) sheepishly.
“I’m sure you know what to do.” He said, cupping the back of her head and moving her closer.
Her heart pounded as she was moved nearer and nearer to his penis. As she was almost pressed right against it, her mouth seemed to open of her own volition and she kissed the tip of it. Instantly a jolt of electric fire ran through her, and she began to lick it with her tongue like an ice cream cone, imitating the motions she’d seen the other’s do. Excitement filled her body as she licked his cock, and she gently took it between her lips, letting the head into her mouth. She began to suck, moving her head up and down and licking the shaft, finding herself spurred on simply by the knowledge that she had his dick in her mouth.
John was moaning and running his hand through her hair. Shelby shivered, enjoying the sounds of appreciation he made. The mere fact that he enjoyed what she was doing to him was turning her on in so many ways. Her skirt had fallen back down around her waist, but her stiff cock pushed up through it like a tent pole. It bounced with her movements, throbbing between her legs with desire. She ran her hand over it, rubbing the material of her skirt over her penis, masturbating herself as she sucked.
Like much else since her transformation, Shelby found herself taking to cock sucking right away, as if she had done it before and just didn’t remember, much like it had been with walking in her high heels. Part of her was till beginning her to stop, but she couldn’t. She wanted to suck his dick so badly, to please him and give him pleasure that she couldn’t think of anything else. She ran her tongue all over his cock and sucked his balls, finding the acts natural and easy. She was, she was begging to realize, a natural cock sucker.
The realization felt strange: Did this make her gay? It was hard to tell, she had once been a man, and she still had her penis, but she felt so much like a girl. No matter how loud her old voice screamed in her head, she continually felt feminine. She let her thoughts scatter as she took him deep in her mouth. She sucked him wildly, bouncing her head up and down on his shaft, greedily licking his dick and sucking his balls with relish. She continued, loosing herself in the feeling of his manhood in her hands and between her lips.
When he stopped her, she tried almost desperately to get his penis back in her mouth. But he stood her up instead and kissed her deeply on the lips. As he pulled her close to him, he reached around her body and gripped the back of her skirt, unzipping it and letting it flutter to the ground. As they kissed, their cocks rubbed against each other and Shelby shuddered with ecstasy and the feeling as they ground against each other. She was now mostly naked: Although she was in her underwear, her breasts and cock were out and exposed. Her nudity excited her more and she kissed him passionately her tongue darting into his mouth.
“Get on the table.” He then instructed her.
As it had been cleared off, there was plenty of room. Shelby sat back on the table and pushed herself backwards. John moved forward and lay her down on her back. Instinctively, she did as she was told, laying down on the table as John got out of his pants and pulled his shirt off, stripping himself nude, which Shelby watched with giddy excitement. Before, the sight of a naked man wouldn’t have had any effect on her. Now, she adored what she was looking at, licking her lips in undisguised passion.
John was thin and in good shape, with a muscular body and a tight six pack of a stomach. He reached down and gripped the ends of Shelby’s panties, slipping them down her legs and off her feet. That done, he stopped to take off her shoes as well and dumped the items on the floor with a light thump. He lightly touched her knees and pushed them apart, and Shelby obediently spread her legs as far as the would go. Her penis throbbed between her legs and she giggled a little at her pornographic exposure.
Getting up on the table, John crawled over her, letting his dick touch hers and causing her to squirm a little with enjoyment. He kissed her on the lips and then began to kiss down her body, kissing her neck and moving down to her breasts. His kissed both nipples and began to move down her stomach, stopping to tongue her belly button a bit. He moved down further and further, Shelby’s chest rising and falling in deeper breaths as he got closer and closer to her nether-regions. His hand cupped her cock and he began to masturbate her, jerking her slowly and sensually. She twisted and moved, biting down on her lip as erotic sensations flooded her aroused body.
Getting down on the floor, John leaned down between Shelby’s legs. To her shock, he took her cock in her moth, and began to lick and suck on her penis. She’d expected him to want her to suck him off, but she hadn’t really anticipated John wanting to suck her off as well. As John bobbed his head on her cock, taking her deep in his mouth, she began to moan and put on her finger, her other hand absent mindedly playing with her tits. It was the first blowjob she’d ever received, and she was getting it from a man. The thought seemed sad and exciting all at the same time.
Her thoughts scattered as John touched her asshole, pushing his finger slightly inside it. Shelby let out a yelp and a screech as he penetrated her, pushing his finger into her butt. It felt good, that was for sure, and her cock trembled as he pushed deeper and deeper. A second finger soon joined it, and then a third as he began to twist and move his fingers in her, loosening her up.
“Ah! Ah!” She exclaimed.
“Mmm,” John cooed, “You like that, don’t you?”
“Ah! Oh! Oh, yes.” Shelby moaned.
He continued fingering and sucking her, making her cry out and groan with passion. She knew what he was preparing her for, and she dreaded it. But some part of her was both curious and excited to have her virginity taken by this man. He seemed so sexy and hot to her now. The more he fingered her, the more she wanted him to take her, to push his manliness all the way inside of her. Tingles spread out from her crotch, her cock pulsing as John’s tongue slid all over it. Shelby’s eyes were closed and she raised her hips up and spread her legs wider, giving him better access. He twisted his fingers inside of her, spreading her ass and stimulating her. She began to move her hips in rhythm to what he was doing to her.
She felt like she was teetering on a yawning abyss of pleasure, and she wanted so badly to fall over. She was afraid several times that she might cum. She didn’t want to cum early and disappoint the client. Weird that she was thinking that way, after all, she had been forced into this, changed into a shemale against her will, but she wanted to please, to serve . . . and obey.
When he finally stopped, he rolled her over on her stomach and then skillfully lifted her up onto her hands and knees, spreading her knees wide either side. Anyone could tell what was going to happen next, and the voice of her old self screamed at her that this wasn’t right; she shouldn’t take a man’s penis in her ass. But the lust was overriding everything, and she wanted to please John and everyone else so badly. She rocked back and forth slowly, her body alive with pleasure, pleasant feeling running up and down her flesh as she anticipated his manhood. Her dick throbbed between her legs and her nipples swelled with aching arousal.
When she felt the tip of his cock touch her opening, she gasped a little. She looked over her shoulder at him with a mischievous expression and wanting and reached back with one hand to pull her ass cheek to the side. When the penetration came, Shelby cried out as pain shot through her body. But she made no move to stop him, instead she gritted her teeth and gasped as his cock went deeper and deeper into her, deflowering her ass and obliterating her virginity. He began to fuck her, making her scream and twist in spastic motions as his cock slid easily in and out of her opening, stretching it out and filling her up with his manhood. Her body shook and she shivered and clamped her teeth down as the last bit of her innocence was taken from her.
Strangely, the pain didn’t last long, and soon was gone completely. Almost as soon as it sopped hurting, something rose up within Shelby’s body and she began, slowly at first but the more and more, to enjoy it. Soon she was enjoying the sodomy as she rocked back and forth, taking his dick deep in her ass. Her own penis remained hard between her legs and she reached for it and began to masturbate herself as her ass was reamed.
“Oh, you’re starting to like that, aren’t you?” John huffed as he drilled her.
“Oh, I love it, put it in me.” She admitted, “Put it deep.”
As his penis made it way into her, moving into her boy pussy and stimulating her, Shelby felt something explode in her mind. The voice of her old self died screaming, and her new self emerged crying out in pleasure. She knew that this was what she was now: A sexy little shemale slut who loved to have a cock inside her. She was a girl now, a girl with a dick, but a girl none the less in all the ways that mattered. The knowledge turned her on even more and she was excited by the realization and acceptance: She was a slut and a whore and she loved it. Boys would get hard for her and want to fuck her, and damnit, she was going to let them. She felt sexy and desirable, she thought of all the sexy slutty clothes they had here for her, and couldn’t wait to be seen in them.
Her thoughts scattered as John hit a sensitive spot and she moaned and convulsed, her breasts shaking delightfully as she did.
Pulling out of her, John rolled Shelby over and one her back again. Obediently, Shelby let him guide her. She loved how he took control of her, feeling like she wanted nothing less then to completely surrender to him. She would do as she was told from now on, especially in bed. He pushed her legs back almost to her ears and pushed his cock back into her opening. Shelby arched her back as she was penetrated, her penis twitching as her ass was once again filled. As he began to fuck her again, she gripped his back and began panting and moaning in pleasure. As he picked up speed she began undulating under him, her head lolling as she groaned her body alive in ways it never had been before.
“Oh! Ah! Fuck me!” She cried out ecstatically, “Fuck me like the dirty little whore I am!”
The words came out of her mouth before she even knew what she was saying, but she loved them once she heard them. Gone were all her inhibitions, she felt no more guilt or shame over what she had become, she loved herself this way, and enjoyed her new life as a cute tranny whore. John kissed her and pushed his cock deep inside her hole, making her penis jump and pulse. Her nostrils flared as she picked up that scent again.
Yes, there it was: That irresistible aroma, just under his skin, sweet, coppery in its way, she breathed it in making herself shiver all over. It smelled so good, so inviting, and seemed to be rushing all over the place under his flesh. She inhaled him deeply as her body shook and shuddered with joy, her ass spread wide by the girth of his dick. She wrapped her legs around his body, her feet automatically pointing down in a more feminine manner. She ground herself against him, her cock sandwiched between their skins, being almost masturbated by both their bodies.
Abruptly, and on impulse, she rolled him over on his back without taking him out of her, and began to ride him form the top position. John gripped her hips and she wiggled on him, driving his manhood deep into her boy hole. She groaned and cried out, her head rolling back and forth as he raised her hips and impaled her on his stiff penis. Her hips moved in circular motions on him, letting his penis push all around inside of her. Her own cock throbbed with stimulation as she filled the air with moans of passion.
She looked down at him, her nostrils flaring. She could smell that sweet aroma coming from him. It was wafting up from his body, calling her, beckoning her. She opened her eyes and suddenly she could see the source of this scent, pulsing through his body in a spider web of red lines. It seemed to glow under his flesh, rushing and pulsing all over his body.
Blood, it was his blood that she was smelling. She licked her lips, wanting to taste it all of a sudden. It seemed so irresistibly delicious; she couldn’t avoid thinking of it.
It was then that she began to change, again. As she felt his dick shoving hard in her ass, she licked her lips and realized her teeth were beginning to shift a little. Her canine teeth began to rapidly elongate and move downward in her mouth, coming to small sharp points at the ends. Although she couldn’t see it, her eyes were clouding over all black and her skin began to loose its color.
As she ground her hips, staring at the pulsing vein in his neck, she could resist no longer. She opened her mouth sank her new fangs into his neck, puncturing the vein with only a token bit of resistance.
John let out a sharp cry, “Yes! Oh yes!”
The warm sugary blood flowered out of the holes and into her mouth, trickling down her throat as she gulped it down little by little. The blood was delicious, like a fine sweet wine satiating her thirst. Instantly, she felt a rush of endorphins and blast of euphoria cascading through her brain. Pleasure of the like she had never experienced washed over her body in waves causing her to twist and convulse, her penis sandwiched between herself and her lover. John began groaning and crying shoving his cock into her ass. She felt him cum, squirting his seed into her as his dick pulsed against the walls of her ass. He moaned loudly as his orgasm took hold, moving his cock in and out of her, milking the last bit of cum out of himself.
The pleasure welled up inside her, and soon she was ejaculating herself, cumming all over him and her herself as she continued to feed on his blood. She writhed in delight as the massive orgasm flooded her, making her twist and turn on top of him. He gripped her back and her head, pulling her to him.
She finally stopped, opening her mouth and rolling off him onto her back, her chest heaving, his blood trickling off her red lips and down her chin. They both lay there, writhing slightly as the euphoria and pleasure continued to pump through them. The bite and the feeding had been incredible, and Shelby suddenly came again, spewing semen all over her self in an arc. She moaned and cried out, running her hands all over herself as the feelings slowly ebbed.
She gasped as the world exploded into stimulation around her: Sounds became clearer and more defined; she could hear people talking across the hall and could even pick out their words. Her vision was highly defined and intense, colors and contrast stronger, making the world look like it was in HD. Her skin felt sensitive and alive, and her nose picked up all the aromas of the room.
For a long time, neither of them said anything.
Finally, John spoke, “Oh my god: You were worth every penny, Shelby.”
Practically delirious, Shelby simply spooned up next to him and began to kiss him lightly; her body still excited and turned on. She was exactly what they wanted her be, and horny, playful little shemale slut. And she felt like this was the way she was supposed to be. She rubbed her breasts against his body and caressed his cock with her hand, kissing him passionately. She didn’t care about anything else, only giving him pleasure. She masturbated him until he came again, and this time she lapped up his cum, reveling in the salty taste of it in her mouth.
Yes it was official; she liked the taste of cum. The last barrier was down; she was completely a shemale slut. And she loved men.
She must have fallen asleep then, because her next sensation was Carmella gently shaking her awake.
At first, Shelby had no idea where she was, and was almost expecting to be at home in bed, a boy once more. But then she remembered and sat up: She was a shemale now, a dick girl prostitute and a horny little slut. The realization no longer bothered her, and in fact, excited her. But she was also . . . something else. John was gone and she and her mistress were the only ones in the room.
“What . . . what happened to me?” She asked blearily.
“You had you first taste of blood.” Carmella said pleasantly, “You’re first feeding.”
“You mean I’m . . . I’m a . . .” The idea sounded ridiculous, and her mind rebelled against the possibility.
“You should get used to saying the word as soon a possible. It helps to do that.” Carmella suggested.
Shelby said it softly, “I’m a . . . vampire?”
Carmella nodded, “We all are.”
Her head swam as she digested the information. All of them were vampires: Carmella, Eric, Bambi, and Kirstie . . . all of them. On the one hand it was shocking, shaking her to her very core. Vampires were real! And she was one of them! She tried to accept it but her mind kept rebelling against it. She found herself trembling as a slight surge of panic welled up inside her, to say nothing of images of old horror movies. At first she denied it, trying to tell herself that this was all some sort of joke. But deep inside of her, she knew that wasn’t true. Some dark part of herself knew what she was, had since she woke up really, and was reveling in her change.
Now everything was making sense: The bricked up windows, the pale skin, it all came into focus. She almost should have seen it coming. As she thought her mind began to accept it, in the same weird way she had come to accept herself as a shemale. She was starting to get a little excited about the prospect of being a sultry creature of the night like in the movies and books. They must have done something to her mind, it was the only explanation. Why she would suddenly like her new shemale body, why she was suddenly so obedient and submissive, why she suddenly liked men and why she felt part of her starting to revel in her vampirism; it all added up to some kind of mental change as well as physical. But try as she might, she couldn’t hate her masters for it.
Suddenly, Shelby had an alarming thought.
“Omigosh, I attacked the customer.” Shelby realized, “Am I in trouble?”
Carmella giggled, “No, he wanted you to do that. That’s part of what he paid for.”
That sounded absurd, “He paid for me to drink his blood?”
Nodding again, Carmella continued, “You remember how good it felt, that rush of indescribable pleasure when you sank your teeth into him?”
A slight smile crossed Shelby’s lovely face, “How can I forget?”
“Well, it feels just as good to humans.” Carmella explained, “That’s why people pay top dollar for our services: All our girls are horny, all of them have a cock, and all of them are vampires. It’s a very specialized service for a select clientele, but you’d be surprised how big our customer list is.”
“Even . . . you?” Shelby asked tentatively, “You’re a vampire too?”
Instantly, Shelby felt silly asking the question, Carmella had all but told her that already. But the vampiress didn’t seem to notice.
Carmella stuck her ample chest out proudly, “Of course. I’ve been in this game for a long time now.”
Shelby decided it would be unwise to ask her how long.
Another thought struck Shelby, “Hey, wait a minute! I’ve seen my reflection lots of times since I woke up.”
“Of course.” Carmella chuckled amiably, “That myth of vampires not casting reflections is bunk. Though it is useful in us staying undetected. If the wrong person starts to suspect what you are, all you have to do is walk in front of a mirror. There’s a lot of non sense about us out there. Crosses and holy water have no effect on us, while it’s unpleasant for us, we can walk in the sun, and we can’t turn into bats or wolves or anything like that. I’d take it easy on the garlic for a while if I were you though, until you’ve had a chance to get used to it with your enhanced senses.”
Shelby looked down at her now pale body: This was going to take some getting used to. There was so much she needed to know.
“Hey, don’t let it get you down,” Carmella assured her, “It’s great to be a vampire. Think about it: Sleep all day, party all night, never grow old, never die, have lots of sex. What’s not to like?”
Shelby didn’t say anything in response, but she felt Carmella was right: Something in her was lighting up at the prospect. Even though she was sure Carmella had ripped off some old vampire movie with that statement, but Shelby couldn’t remember which one.”
Carmella patted Shelby’s leg, “Well, get yourself cleaned up; there’s a washroom over there. Then get dressed and come with me, the girls will want to officially welcome you as one of them.”
Shelby did as she was told, cleaning herself up, and spending extra time making herself look pretty. She dressed but found her panties seemed to be missing, so she decided to go without them. Once she was satisfied with her appearance, her deep desire to look good for everyone now ingrained on her mind, she followed Carmella out. As they went through the house, shemale vampires in various state of undress came around to greet her and hug her. She hugged them back, now completely one of them and feeling at home for the first time since her parents had split.
Shortly, Shelby spotted Kirstie bounding up to her, dressed only in a pair of sheer cotton panties, her bare breasts bouncing as she ran, the bulge of her cock obvious under her one garment.
“All done?” Kirstie grinned, “You’re one of us now.”
She threw her arms around Shelby’s neck and kissed her playfully on the lips. Pushing her body up against hers, Shelby’s cock rubbed against the one on the other shemale.
“I guess I am.” Shelby giggled, kissing her back.
“You like it, don’t you.” Kirstie said, looking pointed into Shelby’s eyes.
Shelby nodded, admitting it to herself as well, “I love it.”
Taking her by the hand, Kirstie began to lead her towards their room, “And the best part is; now we can play with each other. Come on, Shelby, I can’t wait to feel your cock inside of me. And your teeth in my neck.”
Shelby followed her gleefully, her cock stiffening under her skirt: She also couldn’t wait to feel what it was like to have her dick in someone else, the way John had put it her. And if feeding on Kirstie was anything like feeding on John, she couldn’t wait to experience that again as well. She knew now that this was what she wanted to be: She was completely a girl in her mind; her body was all female except for her cock. She would not age and she was a creature of the night; a vampire. Suddenly, it all seemed cool, like a dream come true. She was like a character or True Blood or Underworld; it was almost like living a fantasy.
She’d never leave this place and never go back to being who she was before. She knew from listening to the other girls that they still had contact with their families, but Shelby no longer had any interest in visiting her cruel bitch of a mother. Her father on the other hand . . . some taboo thoughts flowed through her head and she found herself blushing a bit. Oh my, she was so scandalous. And what about her brother? Her cock stood upright as she pictured him transformed into a shemale vampire slut like herself. She was sure that was what would happen when he came here. She couldn’t wait to see it happen to him.
As she disappeared into her room with Kirstie, Carmella, Eric and Dr. Akewlea watched, proud of the work they had done on her. Shelby would make a very profitable shemale whore. And they knew she’d never get tired of it or want to return to her old life.
This would be her for the rest of her existence.
The next night the mansion was abuzz with activity. Several men had shown up as walk ins and girls were running around trying to interest them. Shelby hurried down the stairs, dressed in a see through baby doll top that left her breasts exposed and pair of tight sheer silk panties that proudly showed off the bulge of her cock. She was fully made up, and wore high heels and thigh high black stockings. Her red hair billowed around her shoulders and her pale skin contrasted with it nicely.
She rubbed her neck, it was still a little sore, but had heeled almost instantly. She and Kirstie had spent most of the morning before turning in trading bites and sodomy with each other. Shelby had discovered that she loved to both give anal and take it, enjoying her uninhibited sexuality. Yes she was a slut, yes she was a whore, yes she was a shemale and yes she was a vampire. But she loved it all the same and no longer felt any shame. Her old self was dead and gone, and this was the new Shelby, happy, slutty and playful, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Oh please, she thought, please let one of them pick me.
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SERVICE
By Hardcover
It was an overcast day in London, not that much different from any other day in the city when it wasn’t raining, when eighteen year old Shelby Blackmore turned down the street that would lead him to the Dracilla Mansion. It was there that was to find permanent employment as a servant of some kind. He was to live and work at the mansion, taking up residence as a full time employee. He grimaced at the thought of it, and how fate had cast him into this situation. He had just finished high school and had been looking forward to starting college when he’d had the rug pulled so rudely from under him.
It was not that the problems his family had been having had happened over night; no, in fact, the disintegration of his family’s situation had begun quite some time ago, as his mother, Roselyn Blackmore, had become dissatisfied with her home life and sought excitement with other men. Once Shelby’s father, Thomas, had finally found out, and being that he was a very traditional man, he began divorce proceedings against her. He wanted her out of any inheritance, and he wanted full custody of Shelby and his younger brother Harley.
But, as the fates would have it, his mother had hired a good, sharp lawyer, and without any concrete proof of the infidelity, it was a full scale war; one Shelby’s father lost badly. He was unsure of how exactly she had done it, but his mother had managed to take everything from her former husband: His money, his house, and their two children. Now, Shelby’s father lived on the other side of town, trying to scrape his life back together.
Once his mother had control of the family finances, she proceeded to lead them all into virtual financial ruin. She had also begun to drink, spending many of her days drunk and passed out, which was why Shelby had taken the bus to get here: He had a driver’s license but no car, and he wasn’t allowed to use his mother’s. To make matters worse, when his mother drank, she tended to undress; walking around the house naked and freaking out Shelby and his brother. With the very real prospect of loosing their house on the horizon, Shelby had found that his mother had basically sold him to the Dracilla Mansion. Even worse, it was understood that once Harley was old enough, he’d be joining his older brother there. In one fell swoop, both their futures had been decided for them.
He had never been to the place before, but he had met two of the people who ran the place: Eric Ruthven and his sister Carmella. They had both come to the house to interview Shelby about his possible employment in the mansion, hoping to hire him as a servant of some kind. The pay was rather large with most of it going to his mother but a sizeable portion to himself. Ever the dutiful son, Shelby had put his plans for college off and had begrudgingly agreed.
Shelby was not a terribly good looking young man: He had an average face and a thick head of red hair that often earned him mocking comparisons to the Ron character from those books about the wizards. He was short, only five foot four, and had a skinny lanky frame without any muscle tone at all. He was dressed in a pair of black pants and a white button up shirt, opting for casual dress for his first day of work.
He got to the gates and stopped dead, staring at the building he was going to working in.
Any ghost or specter would have felt right at home in this place. The mansion was three story gothic affair made of old dark grey blocks and decorated with gargoyles and other medieval items. The place looked almost as if it was a castle rather then a mansion, the kind of place Shirley Jackson would have loved to have written about. The house was fronted by a huge courtyard in the center of which a large fountain was running, sending its sprinkling water in the air.
But the feature that really stuck out in Shelby’s mind, hell ANYONE’S mind, as strange was the fact that the house seemed to have no windows. He could see the places where the house had once had windows, but they now all seemed to be bricked up and painted the same color as the rest of the mansion. A convention of albinos would find this a fine meeting place if they ever needed one, Shelby thought humorously to himself.
As he was contemplating that, the gates swung open, beckoning him in silently. After hesitating a bit, he walked in, feeling a slight cold touch of fear as the gates slammed shut behind him, cutting off his exit.
The entrance to the house were two huge oak doors in the front, but Shelby had been instructed to go around the side of the house and enter through the servant’s door. He strolled around the huge silent building, finding the right door on the left hand side and knocked. It only took a second for it to be answered. The door creaked open and Shelby found himself looking at the smiling face of Carmella, who opened the door fully to admit him.
“Shelby, it’s so nice to see you again,” She cooed in her sultry voice, “Do come in, and leave some of the happiness you bring with you.”
Tall and well curved, Carmella was exceptionally beautiful, with long blond hair tied up in the back, and dressed in a form fitting white dress suit. Her eyes were wide and brown and her smile was warm and inviting, although Shelby noticed from the first time he’d met her that she and her brother had rather pale skin. Of course, now that he saw that they both worked in a place with no damn windows; he understood why they looked like that. He would probably look like this eventually too.
“Hi.” Shelby said, “I’m here to start work.”
“Of course you are!” Carmella said, “Please, follow me.”
As Shelby followed his new superior into the mansion, he noticed that the inside was just as gothic as the outside. The lighting was rather low, similar to that you might find in a bar, but not quite that dark. He actually had to let his eyes adjust for a second to the low illumination, and it was easy to imagine the place being lit by candlelight, except that the electric lights didn’t flicker. The halls were done up in deep reds and purples and seemed almost like the set of some Roger Corman adaptation of Poe. There were even codes of arms and full suits of armors in the halls as Carmella led him around. No where, did he spot any windows and he began to think that the whole place might but shut up that way. As they walked, he could swear he heard the sounds of young girls giggling faintly in the other rooms.
As they passed a small junction and went up a large curved flight of stairs that was carved intricately of wood, Shelby noticed a figure running down a hall to his right, far down but he could tell it was the shape of a woman, and she seemed to be wearing nothing but a pair of thong underwear. He blushed and glanced over at Carmella.
“What exactly am I going to be doing here?” He asked.
She looked at him, “We’ll explain it all in our bosses’ office.”
That surprised Shelby: While he had met Eric and Carmella several times, he had not ever seen the reclusive owner of the mansion, an obscure billionaire known only Dr. Akewlea. A Google search had turned up no photos of this guy and very little information at all. Shelby wondered what he would look like. And still, he wondered even more exactly what job his mother had sold him to do. A bit of anger at his alcohol saturated matriarch rose in him, but there was nothing to do for it now.
He kept following Carmella as she led him to their destination. As they walked, another woman came out of a room up ahead of them and headed down the passage towards them. She was very pretty with strait brown hair and a curvy, sexy form. She was dressed in a small tiny dress that revealed not only lot of leg but was slit up the side to reveal generous amounts of thigh along with being low cut so that her ample breasts were almost falling out. She walked with a seductive sway of her hips, easily moving on her stiletto healed shoes. She seemed both slutty and classy at the same time, if that were possible.
“Hi, Carmella.” She waved pleasantly as she passed and then glanced at Shelby, grinning, “Oh, is this a new employee?”
“Hi, Bambi.” Carmella replied, “Why yes, this is Shelby, he’s starting today.”
Bambi winked at him impishly, “Hi, Shelby. You’re gonna love it here.”
She walked off, giggling to herself. Shelby found it impossible not to watch her rounded butt as she moved off, staring at her as it swayed back and forth. He looked back and saw that Carmella had noticed it, but her smile said she didn’t object to his leer. He blushed and glanced down at the floor.
“Don’t do that,” Carmella lifted his chin with one of her hands, “She’s lovely, and it’s okay to look at her. Don’t ever be ashamed to admit to your desires, young Shelby. Many people are afraid to say what they want, and as such they don’t get what they want.”
They turned down another hallway, and proceeded down to the end where a large set of doors rested. Carmella went over and opened them, ushering Shelby in with a wave of her hand.
Inside, Shelby found himself in a large office, decorated like something out of the Victorian era. To the far side he could see a large wooden desk, and around the rest of the room were plush leather couches and chair, all looking like they might be antiques. Several chairs were placed facing the desk, obviously there for the purposes of meetings. Like every other room in this place, there were no windows.
The room was rectangular the entrance being on one of the short sides. To his left, Shelby could see a small bar set up on which a crystal decanter and several glasses were set up. The bar was made of a dark wood, stained a reddish color and fronted by swiveling cushioned seats atop brass bases. All along the rest of the left wall was a series of huge book shelves that ran all the way to the ceiling. The shelves were lined with various volumes, some seeming new and pristine, and others looking worn and almost ancient. The opposite wall had a smaller set of shelves that boasted a huge library of data discs, DVDs from the looks of them, going again from top to bottom.
On the wall behind the desk was an enormous painting depicting a battered old sailing ship in the middle of a terrible storm. The painting was so realistic and lifelike that Shelby could almost see it move.
Standing just inside the door, was Carmella’s brother Eric. Like his sister, Eric was tall and possessed of a blonde hair, which was thick and brushed back with expensive mousse. He was dressed immaculately in a dark pin striped Armani suit and a fine red and gold silk tie. Also like his sister, Eric was rather pale, but handsome and cut an impressive figure just the same. He turned and smile as the two of them entered the room. Strangely, despite his friendly demeanor, Shelby had the urge to bolt and run as soon as he saw him. Despite that, he held his place.
“Ah, Carmella, welcome.” Eric said with his usual velvet like voice, “And I see you brought our new recruit. Welcome to Dracilla Manor, young Shelby.”
All Shelby could say was, “Hi.”
Shelby caught his breath as he noticed that someone else was in the room with them. He hadn’t seen the figure when he came in, but now he could make out his form sitting at the desk in the shadowy glow. He was a tall man, dressed from head to toe (it seemed, most of him was behind the desk) in a black suit. The man was completely bald, though whether natural of with the aid of a razor Shelby couldn’t tell. His eyes were set deep into his head, giving him a chilling almost skull like appearance. His lips were long and his ears seemed bizarrely elongated slightly on the sides of his head. He wore a van dyke style goatee on his chin which was neatly trimmed and groomed. He clasped his hands in front of him, each of his fingers decorated with silver rings, and Shelby could see that he had extraordinarily long fingers.
The man smiled warmly, but his gaze still seemed intense and intimidating.
His observations were interrupted was Carmella put a glass of water into Shelby’s hand. She had moved over to the small bar on the side and filled up the glass from the decanter that had been sitting out.
“Have a drink, Shelby.” She offered politely.
Shelby nodded and took a sip of the smooth tasting water. After he’d done so, Eric clapped him on the back with one hand, gesturing towards the figure with his other.
“Shelby, have a seat, and I like you to meet the main mover and shaker of our little cabal here: Dr. Bradley Akewlea.”
“Good evening, Shelby.” The man spoke in a deep, fluid voice, “Please make yourself comfortable. It’s indeed a distinct pleasure to meet you.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Dr. Akewlea.” Shelby replied courtly.
“Please,” Dr. Akewlea chuckled good naturedly, “Call me Brad. I mean, I don’t need to be reminded of how old I am.”
There was a round of laughter between the other three, and Shelby got the distinct impression this was some kind of private joke between them. He gave a courtesy laugh and took another sip of his water. The water was very good, tasting pure and crisp on his tongue. He could now see that the desk was old and intricately carved all over its sides, with minute detail that must have taken a skilled craftsman indeed. The desk seemed to be hand made, and the only thing modern about it was the state of the art computer set up sitting on one side.
On the other side, Shelby notice a strange gargoyle like statue, carved in black obsidian from top to bottom except for its eyes which appeared to be made from real sapphires; although Shelby really had no idea how to tell a real sapphire from a fake one. The carved figure, seated on it haunches like a dog, exerted and tremendous sense of dread and ugliness, and yet still seemed to be beautiful in its own way. The statue held his attention, almost with a mesmerizing influence.
He pulled his eyes away from it, and sat down, draining the last of his water. Strange, he realized he was starting to feel funny, a little light headed like after he had been holding his breath or something.
“Now Shelby,” Dr. Akewlea began, “As you know, you have been hired to work as a servant in this mansion. This is not to say that you will be a servant to one of us, at least not exclusively, but you will be required to serve the various guests and visitors that are part of our clientele . . .”
As Dr. Akewlea continued to talk, Shelby found he was having trouble focusing on his words. He was becoming slightly giddy and even more lightheaded, strange tingling sensations running up and down his body as well as a slight numbness of feeling in his extremities, followed by a feeling of warmth radiating from inside his body. He found his thoughts sluggish and his mind in a thick fog.
He knew something was wrong, but he couldn’t tell what. He glanced down at the empty glass in his hand, and realized with horror that he had been drugged. Shit, these were some kind of perverts or kidnappers. He shuddered as he realized they might want to harvest his organs! The glass dropped out of his hand and fell to the floor, rolling a few feet on its side before coming to a rest. He tried to fight the effects, but he was going under fast. His head bobbed as his body slumped down in the chair, unable to move.
“. . . and I see that the drugs we put in your water have begun to take effect.” Dr. Akewlea said, moving right along with his speech, “That, Shelby, was a very powerful hypnotic drug that you just drank. Oh, it’s not known to very many people, we prefer to keep it for ourselves and our friends. It allows for a much deeper hypnotic state, one that is arrived at faster, and allows for complete and total control of the mind. As of now, you’re mind will belong to us.”
“W-hat have you done to me?” Shelby managed to spit out.
“Simply put you in a state that will open you up to our control.” Came the reply from Eric.
Shelby tried to protest, but all he could do was mumble and regard Dr. Akewlea with horror as the tall, gaunt figure continued sinisterly.
“You see, Shelby, what I told you was true: We do want you to service our customers, but as you are you don’t suit our purposes.” His captor continued, “For you to make a good servant, we will need you to undergo some rather radical physical changes, changes you wouldn’t believe, ones we have a staff on call to make. But before that, we need you to undergo a considerable mount of mental changes as well: And that, we can do right here.”
Moving to the side of his desk, Dr. Akewlea put his hand on the black idol, “So, say goodbye to your old self, Shelby, because when we get done with you, you’ll be reborn as a completely different person. One I’m sure we’ll all enjoy much better.”
He pushed something on the statues back, and there was a slight hum. All at once the sapphire eyes began to glow softly, pulsing with a warm light that Shelby couldn’t seem to take his eyes away from. The eyes continued to glow, and with each pulse his will seemed to be sapped. He tried to fight what was being done to him, but he was powerless against it. Deeper and deeper he went under, loosing himself in the soft glow, until he was completely in the deepest hypnotic state. His will was given over completely to his captor, and his face slackened as he slipped under their power.
He tried to fight it, but the glowing, soothing feeling the light brought with it was calmly breaking down his will. He stared at the light, unable to take his eyes off it, his consciousness and his resolve ebbing away, until there was nothing but the bliss of the light, and the comforting but commanding voice of Dr. Akewlea. His face grew slack as he was given over completely to them, his mind theirs to do with as they pleased.
Dr. Akewlea spoke, “Can you hear me, Shelby?”
“Yes.” Shelby said in dull monotone.
“You are now in my power. Everything I say, you will have no choice but to obey. Your mind and your thoughts will be mine to change and alter as I see fit. You mind will change as I see fit. And these changes will be permanent unless I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?”
Shelby shuddered, but replied, “Yes.”
Pausing slightly before continuing, “You are feeling a change come on: You are feeling yourself less attracted to pussy. You are starting to crave cock. Little by little the desire is taking over, filling out through your body. You begin to want only a penis, and only a penis can fully satisfy you.”
Shivering, Shelby began to squirm in his chair. The beginnings of an erection began to push through his pants. He tried to fight it, on some deep subconscious level, but he couldn’t. The desire was coming up and flooding him. He was turning into whatever Dr. Akewlea wanted him to. He had no control, and no fight left in him. He twisted his penis fully hard and pressing through his pants.
“You remain able to perform with a woman, but you don’t really care to.” Dr. Akewlea went on, “You still find the feminine form attractive, but you wish every woman in the world had a dick. At the same time, you find men irresistibly attractive, and you want their cocks inside of you, in your mouth or up your ass. You want sex with men, or sex with shemales more then anything else. Your hetero sexuality is being destroyed, replaced by your new found lust for cock. You are becoming completely gay now; only men or trannys will do to sate your lust.”
They all watched amused as Shelby’s moans of despair turned slowly into coos of lust. His body moved and writhed on the chair, his penis at full attention. He would no longer be the same after this, that was for sure.
Again, Dr. Akewlea reminded him, “You are completely in my power, you will do whatever I command. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Shelby said.
“Take off your clothes. Strip naked.”
Slowly, Shelby rose and began to remove his clothing with clumsy sluggish movement. His face turned red from embarrassment as some part of him knew he was being watched. He tossed his clothes aside which Carmella quickly picked up and put on one of the couches. He certainly wouldn’t be needed clothes like these after this.
Finally pulling down his underwear, Shelby stripped himself nude and then fell back into the chair again, his hard penis bouncing in front of him in full view. As he settled back in the seat, they all eyed his naked body with undisguised lust, and a few lip licks. Dr. Akewlea continued to give instructions, making sure that all his commands were understood and that Shelby’s mind was in his power and ready for the next part of his change.
“Shelby,” Dr. Akewlea spoke, “You can feel a woman inside you. She is rising up, filling up your body and taking over your thoughts. She is very feminine, and very seductive. She’s a slut, and loves sex with anyone who has a penis to offer her. She’s an exhibitionist, and loves people to see her do nasty sexual things. She’s a pervert, and will do anything sexual that is asked of her. But she is classy and friendly. She is stylish and giving. She is submissive and masochistic, willing and needful of being dominated. And she is becoming you, flowing up into your mind. Can you feel her? Can you feel the whore and the slut inside you, taking over your mind bit by bit?”
Again, Shelby shuddered, “Yes, I feel her.”
Taking his time, Dr. Akewlea gave careful instruction on Shelby’s new personae, every little detail of what his new female personality was going to be like. He continued making sure that all his commands were met and understood. Just to be sure, he repeated the description of the woman personality, changing ‘she’ to ‘you’. He gave many other instructions on how he was to move and dress, and even talk, giving him everything he felt he should know.
When he was satisfied, he said, “Shelby, when I clap my hands, the woman will take you over, and you will become her. Your old personality will be absorbed into her and you will be the girl in your mind. Do you understand?”
A tear ran down Shelby’s cheek, “Yes.”
With a loud sound, Dr. Akewlea clapped. Shelby groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head as the female burst forth and obliterated his personality, tearing it apart and then putting it back together in a new way. He writhed on the chair as he was reborn as the same person but different in every way. He cried out as he ejaculated, cumming as his old life was eradicated for ever and his new one opened up in front of him. He gripped the arms of the chair as his transformation completed, his cum dripping down his stomach, his penis still pulsing between his legs.
Shutting off the light, Dr. Akewlea looked over the young man with approval. He looked up at the other two and smiled as Shelby came out from the hypnosis, but still was barely conscious from the drugs.
“I think,” He told them, “That he is ready for the physical part of his transformation.”
Shelby barely registered what was said, only able to wonder what had just been done to him. Suddenly, his head was tilted to one side and he felt a sharp sheering pain on the side of his neck, followed by an incredible orgasmic rush of endorphins that make his whole body tremble and convulse.
And then the room faded into blackness.
At some point, Shelby opened his eyes blearily, and saw the blurred sight of a large surgical lamp above him. He was lying on his back on a bed, and figures in surgical scrubs moved back and forth around him. He tried to focus his thoughts but he felt sluggish and asleep.
His body felt raw and burning all over, dull and sharp pains aching from his face all the way down to his toes. His throat was raw and sore as well, and his chest and thighs felt swollen and bloated with extra skin.
One of the figures, a woman, looked down at him, “Hey, she’s waking up.”
Before he could ask what was happening, a plastic mask was placed on his face and the rush of gas returned him to unconsciousness.
When at long last Shelby woke up again, he felt completely disoriented. He woke to find himself resting in a large ornate four poster bead in an elaborately decorated suite of some kind, filled with antiques like the rest of this place, and also devoid of a window. The lights were still low, but now he found the semi darkness somehow comforting and natural. As his consciousness returned to him, he suddenly realized that something was very wrong.
His body felt all wrong, like it was somehow not his own. His chest felt heavy and his arms and legs felt different. Even the motions of his face seemed somehow foreign to him. And his thoughts . . . they were still his, but he felt like he was thinking differently somehow. He threw back the sheets and looked at himself and almost screamed with what he saw:
He was naked, that was obvious, but there on his chest were quite clearly a pair of large D Cup breasts with thick puffy nipples tipping the mounds. He had breasts! Why did he have breasts! He shoved a hand down between his legs and was relieved when she felt the familiar shape of her penis.
No! HIS! His penis. She was a he, wasn’t she?
She shook her head, the confusing thoughts and strange problems with gender identity swirling in her mind. She tried to bring her thoughts back to the way they should be, to thinking of herself as a him and a he, but she felt so feminine and girlish, and somehow there was this deep resonating certainty that she was a woman. Looking down at herself only reinforced that: Her hips were curved, her waist slender, her skin smooth and hairless, and her legs soft and luscious, even with her penis she felt like she was a girl. It was all wrong. She also noticed her skin was pale like the others’ and wondered how long she had been unconscious.
She clapped her hands on her head, feeling long hair between her fingers and felt tears gush from her eyes and she sank into despair: What had they done to her? What had she become?
The answer was obvious, but she fought recognizing it at first: She was a shemale.
She pulled her knees up to her chest and shivered, crying as she realized she’d been made into a freak. She could never go home like this; there was no escape for her. And what did they want her for? Was she going to become their plaything, would they use her for sex?
She blushed at the thought and was alarmed when she felt herself getting slightly aroused by the idea. She tried to fight it off, but it persisted as all sorts of naughty scenarios began to play through her head. In spite of herself, she began to wonder what it would like to become a man’s sex toy. Or maybe several men. Fantasies began to play in her mind, but she suddenly pulled back in horror, realizing what she had been thinking. She shuddered when she felt the tip of her penis touch the back of her legs and realized she was getting hard. She tried to push the thoughts out of her mind, but they wouldn’t go.
She tried to recall what had happened to her. Her memory was hazy, but as it came into focus she could remember the meeting with Dr. Akewlea, and the drugged water. And then after that . . . after that . . .
Nothing, except for some vague notion of glowing eyes.
They’d done something to her: Changed her that was obvious. She felt more tears down her cheeks as she wondered what her fate would be. But some unforgivable part of her was tingling with excitement. There was some part of her, one that was dominating her other thoughts that wanted this, craved it. How it was possible she didn’t know, but she was loosing the battle with herself. She felt an intense desire to touch herself, a desire she resisted to the last but soon found herself indulging in.
Her hands began to run over her skin, squeezing her large breasts a little. The sensations were so good that she let a small moan escape her mouth. It was then that she noticed she was no longer alone.
“Ah, you’re finally awake I see.” Carmella’s voice rang, causing Shelby to gasp.
Almost instinctively, Shelby felt an electric thrill at having been caught massaging herself like that, like she wanted someone to see her. Carmella was grinning down at her, her face slightly pink, and Shelby felt another surge of excitement with the realization that she was turning Carmella on.
Carmella was no longer dressed in her usual business suits, but instead was wearing a tight form fitting white tube dress that caressed her body and made her look rather slutty. It seemed like that was the look she was going for.
Looking over the pretty woman, Shelby found herself strangely attracted to her. Her eyes rested on the delicate slope of Carmella’s neck, the graceful lines of it and the slight pulse of her jugular vein pumping blood through it, which seemed unusually arousing for some reason.
“Don’t be embarrassed, it’s good to get to know your new body.” Carmella told her.
“What have you done to me?” Shelby demanded, but found it came out of her mouth as a polite question.
“We have transformed you into a most delightful and desirable creature.” She said with wink, “One that will drive men mad with lust and longing.”
“A shemale?” Shelby asked, incredulously.
Carmella nodded, “Quite. Take a look at yourself. You’re beautiful . . . on of the most beautiful things to ever walk to earth.”
Not sure why, Shelby obeyed her promptly and slipped off the bed. There was a huge mirror on the wall in front of dresser in which she could see her reflection. Her mouth dropped open in surprise as she looked at her new form.
She WAS beautiful.
Her once rather plain red hair was now a fiery crimson shade that flowed down her head in waves and spilled out over her bare shoulders. She was small and petite, but her body curvy and soft. Her breasts were large, but natural looking and her hips curved nicely in a feminine way below her slender waist. Her legs were nice and luscious, and her hands small and feminine.
She had several piercings; she saw, several in her ears and one in each nipple. Small silver rings hung from each nipple tantalizingly.
Her face was round and delicate, with a small nose and wide, expressive, brown eyes. Her eyebrows were thinner then before, and high one her brow. She was very pretty, if not downright gorgeous.
Between her legs, she could see her still hard penis jutting out in front of her, the only part of her body that was still masculine. It should have seemed so bizarre to see that stiff mark of maleness on such a cute ladylike body, but instead it seemed so perfect, so right. She eyes her own cock and felt a jolt lust looking at it. It was odd, to be turned on by one’s own dick, but she couldn’t seem to control her new desires.
“How did you do this?” She wondered out loud.
Coming up behind her and putting her hands on Shelby’s shoulders, Carmella said, “Oh, a lot of surgery. We gave you breast, hip, and butt implants. Cheek implants to change your face. A nose and brow job, an advanced vocal scrape for your voice, removing you Adam’s apple, a bunch of other stuff, all very technical. You have our own innovation, some artificial organs inside that produce feminine hormones to keep you girlish, as well as a streamlined PDE5 inhibitor to keep you functional, our customers will want that. You’ve been recuperating for a month; we kept you sedated so you wouldn’t feel any pain.”
“How considerate of you.” Shelby said dryly.
But her eyes rolled up and down her naked body and she realized that she was enjoying the sight of it. As she looked at herself, realizing that part of her loved this new form, something Carmella said suddenly registered with her.
“Wait . . . the customers want me hard?” She exclaimed, “Oh my god, I’m going to be a shemale whore!”
The thought shocked and horrified her, but she found herself getting unforgivably excited at the prospect. The more she tried to hate the idea of what had been done to her, the more her body and mind seemed to betray her and produce an inexplicable enthusiasm. Visions of herself surrounded by naked men with large hard members penetrated her brain. What was wrong with her? It was like she wanted to be a slut and whore for them.
Carmella hugged her from behind, “Yes, a most delicious and exquisite shemale whore; the kind of whore that men would kill for just to be with once.”
She kissed Shelby on the cheek and then let go, crossing over to a wardrobe on the side and pulling it open.
“Let’s get you dressed, and we’ll get you settled in your new room.” Carmella said gleefully, “We need to get you ready for your first client.”
Shelby knew she should refuse or try to escape, but she found she seemed to be unable to disobey Carmella, as if she was somehow a slave to her will. And what was worse, she found that she really didn’t seem to mind. The dress she was given was a small black tube dress, simple and form fitting, which Shelby slipped on clumsily, having never worn a dress before. She was not given any underwear. Still, when she saw herself in the mirror, she couldn’t resist a smile at how good it looked on her, even though her male genitalia bulged in the front obviously. Why was she thinking like this? Why was she suddenly so . . . feminine?
She followed Carmella out and into the dark but now somehow comforting passageways of the mansion. As they walked, Shelby became aware that she was swaying her hips back and froth in a sexy seductive manner, much the way Carmella walked. Try as she might, Shelby couldn’t change her gate, and the feeling of being sexy and desirable tugged at her, urging her on. As she kept walking her movements became more fluid and sultry: She felt like a temptress, moving her body is slithering snake like motions. And she was finding she liked it.
Up ahead of them, the girl they had seen before, Bambi, came bounding around a corner. She was now dressed in a dark transparent baby doll top and a pair of equally see through panties and high matching stockings. Through her top her bare breasts were clearly visible, her nipples slightly hard and poking through. Through her panties, Shelby could clearly see that she also had a penis, and that it was slightly hard too. The sight stirred her, and she felt her own cock stiffening.
Her eyes traced over Bambi’s body, and again settled on the soft curve of her neck, with its graceful lines. It seemed, delicious almost in its soft simple shape.
“Hi, Carmella.” Bambi chirped gleefully, and then turned to Shelby, “Oh, is this our new arrival?”
“Yes,” Carmella replied with a bow of her head, “This is Shelby; she’ll be rooming with Kirstie.”
“Oh, lucky you!” Bambi exclaimed, “She’s hot!”
Grinning at her, Bambi exchanged a knowing glance with Carmella and then leaned over to Shelby, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
“You’re gonna love it here.” She said.
And then she kissed Shelby full on the mouth. The bold and brazen move shocked Shelby at first, but she soon found herself warming up inside and ever returned the kiss a bit. But Bambi quickly broke it and skipped down the hallway giggling. Shelby’s face was hot as she flushed all over her cheeks.
They continued, and as soon as Shelby got over her embarrassment, she looked up at Carmella.
“Um . . .” She asked sheepishly, “Are all the girls here shemales?”
Carmella smiled sweetly, “Of course, dear. That’s what our customers pay for. And you make such of lovely tgirl; I have high hopes for you. I’m sure you’ll be in great demand.”
Deep inside, Shelby knew she should be running: That she should hit Carmella over the head with something and get the hell out of this weird loony bin. This was a brothel for shemales! And she’d been made into one of them, turned into a tranny against her will. She knew she should hate them, hate what had been done to her, but instead she felt at ease, almost peaceful with her new form and predicament. There was no reason she should want to be a shemale whore, but she felt slightly excited by the prospect. And she followed Carmella’s lead without question, felt almost eager to please her.
Suddenly she realized something, “Wait . . . if all the girls here are shemales; does that mean . . . you . . . ?”
Carmella smiled and put an arm around Shelby, “I’m packing a missile that’ll make you squeal.”
She kissed Shelby on the cheek, and she felt her face go hot as she blushed crimson.
A few turns and they arrived at the room Shelby would be living in. Shelby gasped as Carmella opened the door and led her into a wide ornate room with two huge four poster beds complete with canopies, elaborate wardrobes and furniture that all looked hand carved. The room was bereft of windows, like all the room in here, and the low light gave it a slightly gothic look. A figure sat on one of the beds reading a book. As they entered she got up and came over to them.
She was a shapely brunette with brown hair down to her shoulders and cute, pretty face. Like everyone else, her skin had that pale look to it from the lack of sun. She was dressed only in a dark green tank top and a pair of sheer cotton panties, the outline of her cock plainly visible, resting to the side. Unconsciously, Shelby licked her lips at the sight.
“Hello, Kirstie,” Carmella announced, “I brought your new roommate. Please make her feel at home and show her everything she needs to know. She’s just joined us and has her first client much later tonight.”
Pleasantly, Kirstie said, “Hi, I’m Kirstie. Nice to meet you.”
“Ah, nice to meet you.” Shelby started.
She was interrupted at Kirstie hugged her tightly and kissed her on the lips. Were all the trannys in this place so affectionate? Shelby found she wouldn’t mind if they were, her body responding warmly to Kirstie’s close body and lips.
“Well, I’ll leave you too to get acquainted.” Carmella told them and left the room, closing the door behind her.
Kirstie took Shelby by the hand and lead her into the room, “Okay, Shelby, that bed right over there is going to be yours. And the wardrobe and desk next to it are also yours. The wardrobe is already full of clothes that they brought up for you. I had a peek, lots of cute sexy stuff.”
Looking around, Shelby saw that her desk featured a full computer set up and right next to it was what appeared to be a very expensive vanity, with mountains of different sorts of make up on it. At the foot of her bed was a large chest of drawers, which Kirstie told her contained her underwear. The wardrobe itself was immense, and seemed to be packed with clothes, and a shelf rack next to it displayed a dizzying amount of shoes.
With nothing else to do, Shelby sank down and sat on the bed.
“Whaddya think?” Kirstie sat on the bed next to her, “Isn’t it great?”
“I guess so.” Shelby ventured, and then added, “You seem awfully happy. Doesn’t this bother you?”
“No, you’re not intruding.” Kirstie misinterpreted the question, “I’ve been dying for a new roommate. I’m tickled pink to have you hear, I think we’re gonna be great friends.”
“No, I mean . . .” Shelby started, “We’ve been turned into shemales against our will . . . and . . . we’re prostitutes.”
“You bet we are.” Kirstie grinned evilly, “And I love it, I love being a shemale slut. And so will you.”
For emphasis, Kirstie put a finger on Shelby’s forehead.
“But we’re prisoners!” Shelby protested.
“We are not! We’re live in employees!”
“We can’t quit!”
“We have a contract, nothing unusual.”
“We can’t leave the mansion.”
“Sure we can, we go out all the time.”
“You do? But everyone’s so . . . pale.”
Kirstie grinned again, one of those knowing smiles that seemed to say that she knew something she wasn’t telling.
She simply said, “We go out at night mostly.”
She went on, “Unfortunately, I’m not allowed to break you in; the client for tonight requested that he be able to do the honors, but I’ll teach you everything you need to know, okay?”
With that statement, Kirstie leaned over and kissed Shelby on the mouth, a long slow kiss during which she snaked her tongue into the other tranny’s mouth. It was almost as if Shelby had no choice, she began to return the kiss, feeling her body grow hot as she made out with the lovely girl next to her. She felt strangely at ease with it, despite her full knowledge that this “girl” was once a boy and still had a penis. Shelby felt her own cock harden under her gown, and tingles ran up and down her body.
The kiss was interrupted when the door opened and Bambi walked into the room, explaining that she had no more clients that day and wanted to help educate Shelby. Kirstie smiled and apologized, telling Shelby that was all they could do right now anyways. As she stood up, Shelby blushed as she realized Kirstie’s cock was hard inside her panties, the bulge of it pressing out to the right obviously. Brazenly, Kirstie made no move to hide it, and in fact seemed to enjoy Shelby’s eyes on her. In fact, she seemed a little proud of her hard penis.
Shelby suddenly realized that she was also hard, and her dick was sticking up through her gown like a tent pole, causing the other two girls to giggle and leer at it lasciviously, expressing their frustration that they weren’t allowed to do anything with her yet. Somewhere deep inside, Shelby felt herself a little disappointed as well. It was a long time before she finally got it to go down.
The next several hours were spent with Kirstie and Bambi teaching Shelby everything she would need to know to be a cute sexy shemale. They showed her how to do her make up, using subtle techniques to give her a cute but at the same time whorish appearance. They showed her how to do her hair, going through several different arrangements of Shelby’s fiery red mane before finally arriving on clipping some of it back while letting her bangs hand low and the rest of her hair spilling down her shoulders.
They showed her how to walk in heels, how to put her bra on and take it off, how to adjust her dick inside her panties, many very personal things that made Shelby blush. They tried own endless amounts of outfits from Shelby’s wardrobe, all of them sexy and revealing, and showed her how to move and to walk. They even practiced some alluring eye looks. Bit by bit, they showed her every thing they could think of on how to be a proper tranny slut.
Strangely, Shelby found herself taking to what she was taught right away, even walking in the heels. It was as if somehow all this knowledge had been put into her brain and the other two trannies were just bringing it out. She found it easy to put a bra on, to walk in tight skirts and to sit with her legs folded demurely.
If she had been blushing a lot before, she really started when Kirstie and Bambi began teaching her proper sex techniques by stripping naked and demonstrating them on each other. Sitting on the opposite bed, Shelby sat stunned, blushing, and hard as a rock as the two other shemales showed her how to make out, French kiss, suck cock, take it up the ass, and even give rim jobs, all performed with shameless glee right in front of her. The lust that took hold was almost overpowering, and Shelby could help but want to rush over and join in. Something stopped her though, the same weird feeling of obedience from before. She couldn’t seem to disobey the rules of this strange house.
After hours and hours of tutelage, Carmella arrived telling Shelby it was time to see her first client. Shelby jumped to her feet, her heart hammering and her cock crawling with excitement. Her inner mind screamed at her that this was wrong, that she shouldn’t want to have sex with a man. But she didn’t feel like a man anymore, she felt so much like a girl, and her excitement would not wane.
Carmella told her, “I brought the outfit that the client wants you to wear. So please put this own, and let us be off. I can’t wait for you to become a real full fledged member of the house.”
She held up the clothes to Shelby, who found another jolt of inexplicable excitement when she saw what she was to wear.
It was a French maid outfit.
As she was led down more twisting hallways, Shelby found herself walking easily in the stiletto heels, her hips still swishing seductively side to side as she moved. Her skirt barely covered her and she was sure some cheek was showing in the back. The lacey top was low cut showing ample cleavage, and both the bottom of her top and the top her skirt were cut to show a little bare midriff. She wore fishnet stocking that stopped well short of her skirt, and a frilly maid’s cap in her hair completed the effect. Under it, she was wearing dark see through panties and a matching see through bra.
Shelby had never felt this sexy before.
They moved down a large flight or carpeted stairs. Everywhere she looked, Shelby saw sexy shemales in various states of dress, some completely naked.
As she walked her heart pounded in her chest and tingling feelings ran up and down her body as her breathes deepened. She couldn’t help herself; she was becoming too horny and too aroused by the prospect of seeing her first client. What had they done to her? How had they changed her so much that a situation that would have been horrid yesterday was filling her with such anticipation? She wanted to fuck a man; she wanted to feel a cock inside of her, even while some part of her still cringed at her alien desires.
Her desires scared her, but intrigued her at the same time. As she moved, finding the high heels easier and easier to walk in. Her hips still swayed with the seductive movements, swinging her butt invitingly back and forth. In fact, the sway seemed to have become more pronounced as she spent longer in this body. Was this her fate? To be a sexy little shemale slut for the rest of her life? If it was, it didn’t seem so bad.
They arrived at a pair of double doors and Carmella opened them and led her charge in. The room they entered was a long rectangular room with a high ceiling that sported two large crystal chandeliers. The wall opposite them had what were once large widows but where now bricked up; but none the less had beautiful ornate curtains decorating them. The floor was dark hardwood, but a large soft rug filled the middle part. In the center of the rug a long dinner table sat, with multiple chairs around it, all set with exquisite dinnerware.
Classical music played softly from somewhere. There was a figure seated at the far end of the table, a man.
Carmella curtsied formally, “Good evening, Dr. Sooerd. This is Shelby, who will be serving you tonight.”
Standing up to his full impressive height, Dr. Sooerd bowed graciously, “Good evening and welcome, my dear. And might I say what a lovely young woman you are.”
“Er . . . thank you.” Shelby stammered.
At once, Shelby realized she was making a bad impression: Looking stupid and impolite in front of her customer. She quickly attempted a formal curtsy like Carmella had, crossing her feet and bending at the knees while raising the ends of her skirt with her fingers, probably flashing her panties in the process.
“Thank you so much, I look forward to serving you.” She said politely.
The man came forward too them, crossing quickly with eyes twinkling. He was an older man, at least compared to Shelby, in his late thirties. He had black hair that was brushed back over his head and a well trimmed goatee on his chin. His face was strong but soft and good looking, his eyes a deep blue that made Shelby week in the knees to look into. He was dressed finely in a tuxedo with a small carnation in the lapel.
“If I might be so bold,” Dr. Sooered continued, “You are quite exquisitely feminine as well.”
A strange sense of pride welled up in her at that statement. Why? She screamed at herself helplessly. Why would she want to be called feminine? She was boy . . . wasn’t she? But it was as if something had reached into her and changed her inside, altered her gender within her mind to fit her new body. The comment that should have been insulting made her blush slightly and feel flattered instead.
Instead, she bowed her head demurely, “Thank for saying so, sir.”
That was something else that was wrong, she couldn’t seem to help being submissive, deferring to everyone around her. It was now like she was born to serve, to please everyone to the best of her ability. Did that make her a slave? She didn’t know.
“She is very feminine.” Carmella agreed, “But she packs an acceptable package between her legs.”
Shelby felt a twinge of anger and embarrassment over that comment. ‘Acceptable’? What did she mean by that? But Carmella wasn’t finished yet.
Carmella continued, “And, as per your request, she is a virgin: Unknown to either man or woman.”
At that, Shelby flushed a bright crimson color. How the hell had Carmella known that anyways?
Gazing at her with appreciation, Dr. Sooerd said, “Indeed? Lovely, I’m sure she will be more then acceptable. Let us begin then shall we? I should like my meal served to me as soon as it is ready.”
As Sooerd returned to the table, Carmella turned to Shelby and gave her a quick rundown on where the kitchen was. Like an obedient servant, Shelby suddenly found herself running off to please her client, crossing the huge main hall of the mansion and entering the doors that led to the kitchen. The meal was already on a fancy trey for her, and she took it and pushed in back to the room. Carmella was already gone, and Shelby went about serving him his food, pheasant under glass with a side of creamy mashed potatoes.
At first, that was all that was going on: Shelby demurely went about serving Dr. Sooerd, bringing him sides and seasonings and pouring glass after glass of expensive wine, like she was any ordinary maid. All the while, Sooerd regaled her with tales of his practice, and of patients with strange mental maladies, most of them seeming to be sexual in nature. He insisted that Shelby try some of the pheasant, which Shelby found quite tasty, and also a considerable amount of the wine, leaving her tipsy and praying she didn’t spill something on him. But all in all, she was starting to get bored. More and more, she began to like the doctor, enjoying his dashing smile and robust enthusiasm.
Once Dr. Sooerd had finished his meal and Shelby had cleared the table, he pushed his chair back and patted his legs.
“Ah, dear Shelby,” He purred, “You’ve done fine work today. Would you be so kind as to come here and sit on my lap?”
Feeling her heart flutter a bit, Shelby hesitated for a moment and then found herself moving forward with the now customary sway of her hips. She paused briefly and then lowered herself onto his lap, putting both hands on his shoulders as she did so, looking at those fabulous eyes. Her eyes trailed down to his lips and then to his neck, and she felt a tingle of excitement as she traced its lines with her eyes and saw the slight pulse of the vein underneath.
She realized the Doctor was saying something.
“. . . really are very pretty.” He said.
“Thank you, sir.” She giggled, blushing a little.
“Oh, you can call me John, sweetie.” Dr. Sooerd told her.
“Thank you, John.” She blushed even more.
Sitting there on his lap, Shelby’s body was crawling with arousal. She realized she could feel his penis through his pants, and that he was very hard. That he was hard for her, that it was she who had gotten him hard, made it even more of a turn on. She realized her own cock was now hard and stiff in her panties. John was brushing the hair out o her eyes playfully and then pulled her closer to him. He leaned towards her, his mouth opening.
He was going to kiss her!
Shelby’s heart hammered in her chest, and at first she pulled back a little bit. Could she do this? Could she really kiss a man? But the newfound lust was driving her on, and she found she wanted nothing more then to kiss his lips, to feel his mouth on hers. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, feeling more like a girl now as their lips met softly and they began to kiss. Their lips moved on each other and their tongues explored each other’s mouths as the made out, Shelby found herself pulling closer and closer to John’s body, feeling the warmth of him and enjoying tingles of pleasure all over her crotch, her cock stiff and straining her panties.
She moved her body against his her lips kissing passionately. She was kissing just like a real girl would, she realized, exactly like a real girl.
As they kissed he slipped a hand up her body and gently squeezed one of her breasts. Feeling the hand on her soft, sensitive mounds, Shelby made a muffled moan against his lips. The new breasts were so sensitive, if felt very nice to have his hands on them, gently caressing her tits and making the nipples hard. He pulled the elastic line of her top down over them, revealing her see through bra and her nipples poking through the material.
He broke the kiss and slipped his fingers under the cups of her bra, pulling them down, he exposed her breasts in full, her hard puffy nipples jiggling a little from the motion and making her nipple rings dance. It was strange; yesterday she’d have thought nothing of having her chest exposed. But now that she had real boobs, she felt embarrassed but excited at the same time.
Kissing her again, her kneaded her breasts and tweaked her nipples between his thumb and fore finger, teasing them hard. She returned his kisses passionately, amazed at how good his hands felt on her breasts, the soft flesh putty between his fingers. She squirmed and kissed his lips, letting his tongue into her mouth, her hands running all over his shoulders and back as the made out.
He began to kiss her neck, making her tilt her head up and moan involuntarily, and moved down to her tits, taking one in each hand. Shelby gasped as he began to suck and lick at her nips, teasing the rings with his tongue. Her own tongue snaked out and licked her lips as her breathing deepened, her chest rising and falling in heaves. John began to slip one hand from her boobs and lay it on her leg, rubbing up and down to the thigh, moving back and forth and getting closer and closer to her hard cock with each stroke. Goose bumps rose on her skin as his finger brushed her penis, his mouth still working both her nipples.
Moving over, Shelby moaned as John’s hand rested on her cock, moving up and down it, tracing its length through the thin material of her panties. Shivers ran up and down her body as his hand skillfully manipulated her dick, masturbating her gently through her underwear. She moaned and whined a little as the warm touch of his fingers made more and more aroused.
“Do you like that?” John asked her.
Barely able to speak, Shelby simply nodded, her wide expressive eyes saying it all. John reached up and clutched one of her hands, taking it off his shoulder and bringing it down lower and lower until it reached his own crotch. Shelby found herself almost unable to breath with anticipation as he placed her hand on his own cock. She sucked in air as she felt his hard girth beneath her fingers. Almost automatically, she began to explore it, rubbing her fingers on the length of his manhood, only his cloth separating his warm flesh from hers.
She let out a cry as he slipped his hand inside her panties, touching her penis directly and softly jacking her off. She groaned as he stimulated her, and without a second thought she was undoing his pants, needing to get her hands on his stiff, hard penis. Her fingers felt clumsy and ineffective as she pulled open his belt and zipper, but finally she slipped her hand into his black silk boxer shorts and felt the warm stiff feeling of his dick under her fingers. She shivered all over at the thrill of touching a man’s cock finally. She kissed his lips passionately, lost in her lust.
Part of her was still cringing, that small voice that was telling her not to do this, but she could barely hear it anymore. She loved the feeling of his penis as she masturbated him and the feeling of his hand on her own dick. She loved his smell, his cologne, and a slight but irresistible copper like aroma that seemed to come from under his skin.
Letting go of her penis, John gripped the bottom of her top and pulled it off her, making her reluctantly let go of his manhood. She obediently raised her hands over her head and let him strip her top off all the way. The cups of her bra were still down and the straps had fallen off her shoulders and were hanging loosely over her arms. Her breasts were completely exposed, and she felt oh so naughty letting him see them, as if she’d had them all her life.
John gently pushed her off his lap and then stood up, shoving the chair back a little bit. He let his pants drop to his ankles and touched Shelby’s shoulders tenderly, softly pushing her down lower and lower until she was on her knees in front of him.
Her chest rose and fell in gasps, his hard penis right in front of her face. It was obvious to anyone what he wanted from her next. Her heart beat hard in her chest as nervousness returned along with a bit of fear. Could she really do this, take a penis in her mouth? Become a cocksucker for real? Part of her still rebelled against it, but his cock looked so inviting displayed for her.
“I . . . I’ve never done this before.” She admitted (?) sheepishly.
“I’m sure you know what to do.” He said, cupping the back of her head and moving her closer.
Her heart pounded as she was moved nearer and nearer to his penis. As she was almost pressed right against it, her mouth seemed to open of her own volition and she kissed the tip of it. Instantly a jolt of electric fire ran through her, and she began to lick it with her tongue like an ice cream cone, imitating the motions she’d seen the other’s do. Excitement filled her body as she licked his cock, and she gently took it between her lips, letting the head into her mouth. She began to suck, moving her head up and down and licking the shaft, finding herself spurred on simply by the knowledge that she had his dick in her mouth.
John was moaning and running his hand through her hair. Shelby shivered, enjoying the sounds of appreciation he made. The mere fact that he enjoyed what she was doing to him was turning her on in so many ways. Her skirt had fallen back down around her waist, but her stiff cock pushed up through it like a tent pole. It bounced with her movements, throbbing between her legs with desire. She ran her hand over it, rubbing the material of her skirt over her penis, masturbating herself as she sucked.
Like much else since her transformation, Shelby found herself taking to cock sucking right away, as if she had done it before and just didn’t remember, much like it had been with walking in her high heels. Part of her was till beginning her to stop, but she couldn’t. She wanted to suck his dick so badly, to please him and give him pleasure that she couldn’t think of anything else. She ran her tongue all over his cock and sucked his balls, finding the acts natural and easy. She was, she was begging to realize, a natural cock sucker.
The realization felt strange: Did this make her gay? It was hard to tell, she had once been a man, and she still had her penis, but she felt so much like a girl. No matter how loud her old voice screamed in her head, she continually felt feminine. She let her thoughts scatter as she took him deep in her mouth. She sucked him wildly, bouncing her head up and down on his shaft, greedily licking his dick and sucking his balls with relish. She continued, loosing herself in the feeling of his manhood in her hands and between her lips.
When he stopped her, she tried almost desperately to get his penis back in her mouth. But he stood her up instead and kissed her deeply on the lips. As he pulled her close to him, he reached around her body and gripped the back of her skirt, unzipping it and letting it flutter to the ground. As they kissed, their cocks rubbed against each other and Shelby shuddered with ecstasy and the feeling as they ground against each other. She was now mostly naked: Although she was in her underwear, her breasts and cock were out and exposed. Her nudity excited her more and she kissed him passionately her tongue darting into his mouth.
“Get on the table.” He then instructed her.
As it had been cleared off, there was plenty of room. Shelby sat back on the table and pushed herself backwards. John moved forward and lay her down on her back. Instinctively, she did as she was told, laying down on the table as John got out of his pants and pulled his shirt off, stripping himself nude, which Shelby watched with giddy excitement. Before, the sight of a naked man wouldn’t have had any effect on her. Now, she adored what she was looking at, licking her lips in undisguised passion.
John was thin and in good shape, with a muscular body and a tight six pack of a stomach. He reached down and gripped the ends of Shelby’s panties, slipping them down her legs and off her feet. That done, he stopped to take off her shoes as well and dumped the items on the floor with a light thump. He lightly touched her knees and pushed them apart, and Shelby obediently spread her legs as far as the would go. Her penis throbbed between her legs and she giggled a little at her pornographic exposure.
Getting up on the table, John crawled over her, letting his dick touch hers and causing her to squirm a little with enjoyment. He kissed her on the lips and then began to kiss down her body, kissing her neck and moving down to her breasts. His kissed both nipples and began to move down her stomach, stopping to tongue her belly button a bit. He moved down further and further, Shelby’s chest rising and falling in deeper breaths as he got closer and closer to her nether-regions. His hand cupped her cock and he began to masturbate her, jerking her slowly and sensually. She twisted and moved, biting down on her lip as erotic sensations flooded her aroused body.
Getting down on the floor, John leaned down between Shelby’s legs. To her shock, he took her cock in her moth, and began to lick and suck on her penis. She’d expected him to want her to suck him off, but she hadn’t really anticipated John wanting to suck her off as well. As John bobbed his head on her cock, taking her deep in his mouth, she began to moan and put on her finger, her other hand absent mindedly playing with her tits. It was the first blowjob she’d ever received, and she was getting it from a man. The thought seemed sad and exciting all at the same time.
Her thoughts scattered as John touched her asshole, pushing his finger slightly inside it. Shelby let out a yelp and a screech as he penetrated her, pushing his finger into her butt. It felt good, that was for sure, and her cock trembled as he pushed deeper and deeper. A second finger soon joined it, and then a third as he began to twist and move his fingers in her, loosening her up.
“Ah! Ah!” She exclaimed.
“Mmm,” John cooed, “You like that, don’t you?”
“Ah! Oh! Oh, yes.” Shelby moaned.
He continued fingering and sucking her, making her cry out and groan with passion. She knew what he was preparing her for, and she dreaded it. But some part of her was both curious and excited to have her virginity taken by this man. He seemed so sexy and hot to her now. The more he fingered her, the more she wanted him to take her, to push his manliness all the way inside of her. Tingles spread out from her crotch, her cock pulsing as John’s tongue slid all over it. Shelby’s eyes were closed and she raised her hips up and spread her legs wider, giving him better access. He twisted his fingers inside of her, spreading her ass and stimulating her. She began to move her hips in rhythm to what he was doing to her.
She felt like she was teetering on a yawning abyss of pleasure, and she wanted so badly to fall over. She was afraid several times that she might cum. She didn’t want to cum early and disappoint the client. Weird that she was thinking that way, after all, she had been forced into this, changed into a shemale against her will, but she wanted to please, to serve . . . and obey.
When he finally stopped, he rolled her over on her stomach and then skillfully lifted her up onto her hands and knees, spreading her knees wide either side. Anyone could tell what was going to happen next, and the voice of her old self screamed at her that this wasn’t right; she shouldn’t take a man’s penis in her ass. But the lust was overriding everything, and she wanted to please John and everyone else so badly. She rocked back and forth slowly, her body alive with pleasure, pleasant feeling running up and down her flesh as she anticipated his manhood. Her dick throbbed between her legs and her nipples swelled with aching arousal.
When she felt the tip of his cock touch her opening, she gasped a little. She looked over her shoulder at him with a mischievous expression and wanting and reached back with one hand to pull her ass cheek to the side. When the penetration came, Shelby cried out as pain shot through her body. But she made no move to stop him, instead she gritted her teeth and gasped as his cock went deeper and deeper into her, deflowering her ass and obliterating her virginity. He began to fuck her, making her scream and twist in spastic motions as his cock slid easily in and out of her opening, stretching it out and filling her up with his manhood. Her body shook and she shivered and clamped her teeth down as the last bit of her innocence was taken from her.
Strangely, the pain didn’t last long, and soon was gone completely. Almost as soon as it sopped hurting, something rose up within Shelby’s body and she began, slowly at first but the more and more, to enjoy it. Soon she was enjoying the sodomy as she rocked back and forth, taking his dick deep in her ass. Her own penis remained hard between her legs and she reached for it and began to masturbate herself as her ass was reamed.
“Oh, you’re starting to like that, aren’t you?” John huffed as he drilled her.
“Oh, I love it, put it in me.” She admitted, “Put it deep.”
As his penis made it way into her, moving into her boy pussy and stimulating her, Shelby felt something explode in her mind. The voice of her old self died screaming, and her new self emerged crying out in pleasure. She knew that this was what she was now: A sexy little shemale slut who loved to have a cock inside her. She was a girl now, a girl with a dick, but a girl none the less in all the ways that mattered. The knowledge turned her on even more and she was excited by the realization and acceptance: She was a slut and a whore and she loved it. Boys would get hard for her and want to fuck her, and damnit, she was going to let them. She felt sexy and desirable, she thought of all the sexy slutty clothes they had here for her, and couldn’t wait to be seen in them.
Her thoughts scattered as John hit a sensitive spot and she moaned and convulsed, her breasts shaking delightfully as she did.
Pulling out of her, John rolled Shelby over and one her back again. Obediently, Shelby let him guide her. She loved how he took control of her, feeling like she wanted nothing less then to completely surrender to him. She would do as she was told from now on, especially in bed. He pushed her legs back almost to her ears and pushed his cock back into her opening. Shelby arched her back as she was penetrated, her penis twitching as her ass was once again filled. As he began to fuck her again, she gripped his back and began panting and moaning in pleasure. As he picked up speed she began undulating under him, her head lolling as she groaned her body alive in ways it never had been before.
“Oh! Ah! Fuck me!” She cried out ecstatically, “Fuck me like the dirty little whore I am!”
The words came out of her mouth before she even knew what she was saying, but she loved them once she heard them. Gone were all her inhibitions, she felt no more guilt or shame over what she had become, she loved herself this way, and enjoyed her new life as a cute tranny whore. John kissed her and pushed his cock deep inside her hole, making her penis jump and pulse. Her nostrils flared as she picked up that scent again.
Yes, there it was: That irresistible aroma, just under his skin, sweet, coppery in its way, she breathed it in making herself shiver all over. It smelled so good, so inviting, and seemed to be rushing all over the place under his flesh. She inhaled him deeply as her body shook and shuddered with joy, her ass spread wide by the girth of his dick. She wrapped her legs around his body, her feet automatically pointing down in a more feminine manner. She ground herself against him, her cock sandwiched between their skins, being almost masturbated by both their bodies.
Abruptly, and on impulse, she rolled him over on his back without taking him out of her, and began to ride him form the top position. John gripped her hips and she wiggled on him, driving his manhood deep into her boy hole. She groaned and cried out, her head rolling back and forth as he raised her hips and impaled her on his stiff penis. Her hips moved in circular motions on him, letting his penis push all around inside of her. Her own cock throbbed with stimulation as she filled the air with moans of passion.
She looked down at him, her nostrils flaring. She could smell that sweet aroma coming from him. It was wafting up from his body, calling her, beckoning her. She opened her eyes and suddenly she could see the source of this scent, pulsing through his body in a spider web of red lines. It seemed to glow under his flesh, rushing and pulsing all over his body.
Blood, it was his blood that she was smelling. She licked her lips, wanting to taste it all of a sudden. It seemed so irresistibly delicious; she couldn’t avoid thinking of it.
It was then that she began to change, again. As she felt his dick shoving hard in her ass, she licked her lips and realized her teeth were beginning to shift a little. Her canine teeth began to rapidly elongate and move downward in her mouth, coming to small sharp points at the ends. Although she couldn’t see it, her eyes were clouding over all black and her skin began to loose its color.
As she ground her hips, staring at the pulsing vein in his neck, she could resist no longer. She opened her mouth sank her new fangs into his neck, puncturing the vein with only a token bit of resistance.
John let out a sharp cry, “Yes! Oh yes!”
The warm sugary blood flowered out of the holes and into her mouth, trickling down her throat as she gulped it down little by little. The blood was delicious, like a fine sweet wine satiating her thirst. Instantly, she felt a rush of endorphins and blast of euphoria cascading through her brain. Pleasure of the like she had never experienced washed over her body in waves causing her to twist and convulse, her penis sandwiched between herself and her lover. John began groaning and crying shoving his cock into her ass. She felt him cum, squirting his seed into her as his dick pulsed against the walls of her ass. He moaned loudly as his orgasm took hold, moving his cock in and out of her, milking the last bit of cum out of himself.
The pleasure welled up inside her, and soon she was ejaculating herself, cumming all over him and her herself as she continued to feed on his blood. She writhed in delight as the massive orgasm flooded her, making her twist and turn on top of him. He gripped her back and her head, pulling her to him.
She finally stopped, opening her mouth and rolling off him onto her back, her chest heaving, his blood trickling off her red lips and down her chin. They both lay there, writhing slightly as the euphoria and pleasure continued to pump through them. The bite and the feeding had been incredible, and Shelby suddenly came again, spewing semen all over her self in an arc. She moaned and cried out, running her hands all over herself as the feelings slowly ebbed.
She gasped as the world exploded into stimulation around her: Sounds became clearer and more defined; she could hear people talking across the hall and could even pick out their words. Her vision was highly defined and intense, colors and contrast stronger, making the world look like it was in HD. Her skin felt sensitive and alive, and her nose picked up all the aromas of the room.
For a long time, neither of them said anything.
Finally, John spoke, “Oh my god: You were worth every penny, Shelby.”
Practically delirious, Shelby simply spooned up next to him and began to kiss him lightly; her body still excited and turned on. She was exactly what they wanted her be, and horny, playful little shemale slut. And she felt like this was the way she was supposed to be. She rubbed her breasts against his body and caressed his cock with her hand, kissing him passionately. She didn’t care about anything else, only giving him pleasure. She masturbated him until he came again, and this time she lapped up his cum, reveling in the salty taste of it in her mouth.
Yes it was official; she liked the taste of cum. The last barrier was down; she was completely a shemale slut. And she loved men.
She must have fallen asleep then, because her next sensation was Carmella gently shaking her awake.
At first, Shelby had no idea where she was, and was almost expecting to be at home in bed, a boy once more. But then she remembered and sat up: She was a shemale now, a dick girl prostitute and a horny little slut. The realization no longer bothered her, and in fact, excited her. But she was also . . . something else. John was gone and she and her mistress were the only ones in the room.
“What . . . what happened to me?” She asked blearily.
“You had you first taste of blood.” Carmella said pleasantly, “You’re first feeding.”
“You mean I’m . . . I’m a . . .” The idea sounded ridiculous, and her mind rebelled against the possibility.
“You should get used to saying the word as soon a possible. It helps to do that.” Carmella suggested.
Shelby said it softly, “I’m a . . . vampire?”
Carmella nodded, “We all are.”
Her head swam as she digested the information. All of them were vampires: Carmella, Eric, Bambi, and Kirstie . . . all of them. On the one hand it was shocking, shaking her to her very core. Vampires were real! And she was one of them! She tried to accept it but her mind kept rebelling against it. She found herself trembling as a slight surge of panic welled up inside her, to say nothing of images of old horror movies. At first she denied it, trying to tell herself that this was all some sort of joke. But deep inside of her, she knew that wasn’t true. Some dark part of herself knew what she was, had since she woke up really, and was reveling in her change.
Now everything was making sense: The bricked up windows, the pale skin, it all came into focus. She almost should have seen it coming. As she thought her mind began to accept it, in the same weird way she had come to accept herself as a shemale. She was starting to get a little excited about the prospect of being a sultry creature of the night like in the movies and books. They must have done something to her mind, it was the only explanation. Why she would suddenly like her new shemale body, why she was suddenly so obedient and submissive, why she suddenly liked men and why she felt part of her starting to revel in her vampirism; it all added up to some kind of mental change as well as physical. But try as she might, she couldn’t hate her masters for it.
Suddenly, Shelby had an alarming thought.
“Omigosh, I attacked the customer.” Shelby realized, “Am I in trouble?”
Carmella giggled, “No, he wanted you to do that. That’s part of what he paid for.”
That sounded absurd, “He paid for me to drink his blood?”
Nodding again, Carmella continued, “You remember how good it felt, that rush of indescribable pleasure when you sank your teeth into him?”
A slight smile crossed Shelby’s lovely face, “How can I forget?”
“Well, it feels just as good to humans.” Carmella explained, “That’s why people pay top dollar for our services: All our girls are horny, all of them have a cock, and all of them are vampires. It’s a very specialized service for a select clientele, but you’d be surprised how big our customer list is.”
“Even . . . you?” Shelby asked tentatively, “You’re a vampire too?”
Instantly, Shelby felt silly asking the question, Carmella had all but told her that already. But the vampiress didn’t seem to notice.
Carmella stuck her ample chest out proudly, “Of course. I’ve been in this game for a long time now.”
Shelby decided it would be unwise to ask her how long.
Another thought struck Shelby, “Hey, wait a minute! I’ve seen my reflection lots of times since I woke up.”
“Of course.” Carmella chuckled amiably, “That myth of vampires not casting reflections is bunk. Though it is useful in us staying undetected. If the wrong person starts to suspect what you are, all you have to do is walk in front of a mirror. There’s a lot of non sense about us out there. Crosses and holy water have no effect on us, while it’s unpleasant for us, we can walk in the sun, and we can’t turn into bats or wolves or anything like that. I’d take it easy on the garlic for a while if I were you though, until you’ve had a chance to get used to it with your enhanced senses.”
Shelby looked down at her now pale body: This was going to take some getting used to. There was so much she needed to know.
“Hey, don’t let it get you down,” Carmella assured her, “It’s great to be a vampire. Think about it: Sleep all day, party all night, never grow old, never die, have lots of sex. What’s not to like?”
Shelby didn’t say anything in response, but she felt Carmella was right: Something in her was lighting up at the prospect. Even though she was sure Carmella had ripped off some old vampire movie with that statement, but Shelby couldn’t remember which one.”
Carmella patted Shelby’s leg, “Well, get yourself cleaned up; there’s a washroom over there. Then get dressed and come with me, the girls will want to officially welcome you as one of them.”
Shelby did as she was told, cleaning herself up, and spending extra time making herself look pretty. She dressed but found her panties seemed to be missing, so she decided to go without them. Once she was satisfied with her appearance, her deep desire to look good for everyone now ingrained on her mind, she followed Carmella out. As they went through the house, shemale vampires in various state of undress came around to greet her and hug her. She hugged them back, now completely one of them and feeling at home for the first time since her parents had split.
Shortly, Shelby spotted Kirstie bounding up to her, dressed only in a pair of sheer cotton panties, her bare breasts bouncing as she ran, the bulge of her cock obvious under her one garment.
“All done?” Kirstie grinned, “You’re one of us now.”
She threw her arms around Shelby’s neck and kissed her playfully on the lips. Pushing her body up against hers, Shelby’s cock rubbed against the one on the other shemale.
“I guess I am.” Shelby giggled, kissing her back.
“You like it, don’t you.” Kirstie said, looking pointed into Shelby’s eyes.
Shelby nodded, admitting it to herself as well, “I love it.”
Taking her by the hand, Kirstie began to lead her towards their room, “And the best part is; now we can play with each other. Come on, Shelby, I can’t wait to feel your cock inside of me. And your teeth in my neck.”
Shelby followed her gleefully, her cock stiffening under her skirt: She also couldn’t wait to feel what it was like to have her dick in someone else, the way John had put it her. And if feeding on Kirstie was anything like feeding on John, she couldn’t wait to experience that again as well. She knew now that this was what she wanted to be: She was completely a girl in her mind; her body was all female except for her cock. She would not age and she was a creature of the night; a vampire. Suddenly, it all seemed cool, like a dream come true. She was like a character or True Blood or Underworld; it was almost like living a fantasy.
She’d never leave this place and never go back to being who she was before. She knew from listening to the other girls that they still had contact with their families, but Shelby no longer had any interest in visiting her cruel bitch of a mother. Her father on the other hand . . . some taboo thoughts flowed through her head and she found herself blushing a bit. Oh my, she was so scandalous. And what about her brother? Her cock stood upright as she pictured him transformed into a shemale vampire slut like herself. She was sure that was what would happen when he came here. She couldn’t wait to see it happen to him.
As she disappeared into her room with Kirstie, Carmella, Eric and Dr. Akewlea watched, proud of the work they had done on her. Shelby would make a very profitable shemale whore. And they knew she’d never get tired of it or want to return to her old life.
This would be her for the rest of her existence.
The next night the mansion was abuzz with activity. Several men had shown up as walk ins and girls were running around trying to interest them. Shelby hurried down the stairs, dressed in a see through baby doll top that left her breasts exposed and pair of tight sheer silk panties that proudly showed off the bulge of her cock. She was fully made up, and wore high heels and thigh high black stockings. Her red hair billowed around her shoulders and her pale skin contrasted with it nicely.
She rubbed her neck, it was still a little sore, but had heeled almost instantly. She and Kirstie had spent most of the morning before turning in trading bites and sodomy with each other. Shelby had discovered that she loved to both give anal and take it, enjoying her uninhibited sexuality. Yes she was a slut, yes she was a whore, yes she was a shemale and yes she was a vampire. But she loved it all the same and no longer felt any shame. Her old self was dead and gone, and this was the new Shelby, happy, slutty and playful, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Oh please, she thought, please let one of them pick me.
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