Chapter 9

They tell me it’s been 2 months since my “Date Night” with Daddy. I wouldn’t know myself since I’ve been out of it for a long time. I woke up this morning to Master and Mistress Beth standing by my bed smiling down at me. I was sore all over and felt disoriented and confused. They laughed at me telling me it was natural to be confused since I’d been in and out of a medically induced coma over the course of the last 8 weeks or so. I had trouble focusing at first but listened to their story as best I could.

It seems Master and Daddy had a plan to change the way I look through plastic surgery since they were both tired of waiting for the hormones to do their work. After my disastrous date when my fake tits slipped off they had decided it was time for me to become a real sissy whore. They took their time explaining everything that had been done to me, enjoying my discomfort and humiliation. I tried several times to move my hands so as to explore my body or to sit up but found I was strapped to the bed for my “own safety”.

I remember Master coming toward me that morning but then it all goes black. Apparently he had injected me with a sedative then he and Daddy took me to a man who used to be a plastic surgeon but had lost his license and now did back room “alterations” for paying clients.

Mistress seemed to get a perverse pleasure in seeing me get more and more upset as they explained my plight. Master had the man change me to look like a complete bimbo slut. He had modified my cheekbones and shaved away my adam’s apple as well as injecting my lips with collagen and shaping my eyebrows to give my face a more feminine look.

I had been letting my hair grow out anyway and the extra two months had left me with shoulder length platinum blonde hair that was styled in a wavy female cut.

My hips and ass had been injected with fat and modified to give me a nice round bubble butt that Master assured me would drive all the brothers crazy. But the worst had to be my tits. Yes I said My Tits. They were now a permanent fixture of injected fat, growth hormones and a new chemical that was apparently illegal in the U.S. so I now had big round 38DD tits sticking out from my chest. I couldn’t see them from where I was lying but I could certainly feel the pressure on my chest. I was horrified at the thought and hoped with all my heart they were just kidding. I dreaded seeing the monster they were describing.

Master then told me they had left my tiny clitty in place as a constant reminder of what I once was but they were considering removing my small testicles depending on how well behaved I was. That would remain a constant threat to keep me in line.

I was crying openly now and pleading with them to let me see myself. Mistress was laughing at my dismay and telling me I could be her new girlfriend. Master said I was healed enough now that I could be released from the bed but that I’d still be sore for a few days. He said, “Luckily you can still suck and fuck like a proper sissy whore so we have that going for us. And who really cares if it hurts you? At least there won’t be any permanent damage”.

Master untied the straps holding me down and told me to get up and follow them to the bathroom. They didn’t even lend a hand helping me up and I struggled to gain my feet. I refused to look down as I kept hoping this was all a dream and I stumbled after my owners to the bathroom.

Upon entering the bathroom I was stood directly in front of a full length mirror and immediately burst into sobbing tears. It was awful! I was physically changed forever and my shock and degradation was like music to the ears of my once loving wife. She laughed hysterically at my reaction and Master joined her in mocking me with his amusement.

Everything they said was true. From the top of my blonde head to my pink painted toenails I was now a true sissy. The only thing that destroyed the illusion of a hot, trampy, bimbo was the shrunken penis locked in a pink chastity cage. If it weren’t my own reflection I was gazing at I might even become aroused at the image before me so complete was my transformation. My tits were amazing! My pouty lips and carefully made up face though twisted in histrionics from my crying was gorgeous. My full hips and sexy shaven legs completed the picture and I couldn’t help thinking of the gorgeous women in drawings by John Persons and Devin Dickie. I actually was one of those black cock whores from the cuckold and interracial comics I had enjoyed before my life was taken over by Master.

Master handed me a wad of toilet paper and told me to clean up my tears and calm down. His threatening look told me to get myself put together quickly or face a beating. Sniffling and sobbing I quickly dried my tears and fought to control my emotions. When I had myself under control I finally found my voice and asked, “Why”?

I hardly recognized the voice that came out when I spoke. The work the awful “doctor” had done had also altered my speaking voice to be softer and more feminine. I sounded just like a woman when I spoke, no more like a sultry bimbo whore. The sound almost brought on a new crying fit but I maintained control and listened to Master’s explanation.

“It’s simple Blanca” he said, “Your new boyfriend Art was pissed when your falsies slipped off so we upped our timetable to get you sissified. This was always the plan but I was going to take my time with your transformation so we could all enjoy watching you suffer slowly. But Art was upset and wanted his bitch to look like a bitch so we got to work early. Now you belong to us completely. There’s no way you’ll be thinking of leaving or fighting back now. You are one hundred percent owned now bitch so deal with it”.

Mistress Beth said, “Look Blanca you were never much of a husband really. I mean you hardly contributed any money, you aren’t handy around the house like a real man, and you are pathetic as a lover. Seriously just look at your tiny locked up clitty then think about all the real men you’ve serviced with your mouth and pussy and you’ll understand why these changes were necessary”.

With my head hung low I said, “But you could have just divorced me and let me go. I would have gone far away and you never would have seen me again. Instead you’ve ruined me forever. Why do you hate me so much”?

“Awe sissy I don’t hate you” my wife said, “I just don’t respect you at all. It’s obvious to me and to any real man that you are inferior to us in every way. As to why we kept you around? Well that’s just fun. I love seeing you beaten down and turned into a submissive slut. It gets me wet every time I see you humiliated. I never knew I had this side of me but now that it’s free I’m going to exploit it for all its worth. We’re keeping you because it amuses us to own another human being so completely. Also it’ll be nice to have a servant around to do all the housework. And Jake, Art, and all the other real men need a sissy to abuse and use. It makes them feel superior to feminize and degrade a pitiful white boy like you”.

I was devastated. Everything I ever thought about who and what I was had just been turned upside down. I stared at my wife hoping to see some sign of the woman I had married and loved but instead I saw nothing but amusement and a sneer of distain on her once innocent face.

Before I had time to collect my thoughts Master took me by the arm and led me down the hall to the spare bedroom. I now saw it for what it was since my mind was now catching up to its new reality. The room was made up to look like that of a prepubescent girl. The carpet and drapes were pink. The bedspread was a ruffled pink nightmare with a unicorn prominently displayed in the center. The walls were painted lighter shade of pink than the carpet and every wall sported pictures of huge Black Cocks. Framed photos of the biggest dicks imaginable. A small makeup table with a mirror were off to one side and a large wardrobe with a full length mirror on the other. I was shocked to see what had become of the other bedroom in what used to be my house.

Mistress Beth was giggling when she showed me the clothing stored in the wardrobe and small accompanying dresser. It was a stripper’s dream. Any whore walking the streets in the worst parts of any major city would be enamored by the collection of slut attire I was being shown. Micro skirts and tiny dresses. Leather pants and corsets. Lingerie of every style, color, and material. Shoes, boots, sandals, and flipflops. Heels of all sizes, spiked and platform. It was everything a true slut could desire. I was in hell.

My wife, my mistress, the love of my life began helping me get ready to go visit Daddy Art. She picked out an outfit for me that would accentuate all of my new curves. Mistress Beth dressed me in a red leather micro skirt and a pair of red, silk, thigh high stockings. A red thong that just covered my caged clitty separated my prominent ass cheeks with its thread of anal floss. I wore a white half shirt that exposed the bottoms of my enormous breasts with no bra so my nipples pointed straight out like twin beams of light. On the front of my shirt the word, slut was written in a bright red cursive script. My wife fixed my hair and applied makeup to finish my slutty look. I was gorgeous. I was a whore.

The next hour was spent teaching me to walk in six inch, red, stiletto heels which for some disturbing reason I took to quite easily.

And now it was time to go next door to visit my Daddy. Master met us at the bottom of the stairs and held the front door open for us whistling as we passed and slapping my ass once while calling me a “sexy bitch”. I felt as though I could cry again but new ruining my makeup would only earn me punishment. Master and my Mistress Wife walked arm in arm across the street like two lovers out for a stroll as I silently sashayed behind them like a slutty little pet following its owners.