The Box
Copyright© 2008 by RH Music
Chapter 5
Transformation Mind Control Story: Chapter 5 - A man wakes up in his apartment to discover he's been surgically transformed into a woman. Who did this to him? And why is he letting himself be turned into a loving wife and sexual plaything?
Caution: This Transformation Mind Control Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Reluctant Mind Control Heterosexual TransGender MaleDom Humiliation Oral Sex Masturbation Sex Toys
"His name is Michael James."
"Whose name?"
"Your date, of course."
"But ... No!"
"Why not?" Julia looked at me.
That familiar knot began to form in my stomach. "I'm not ready ... I'll embarrass myself."
"Not ready? Look at you! You look very nice. Demure, well mannered, attentive to your looks. Why, I know men that would pay half their fortune to have you!"
It was true, I had progressed significantly since that first day. My hair was now shoulder length and still growing. My makeup and nails were picture perfect. I was now graceful at walking in heels, sitting, eating, and conversing.
"I just can't..."
"Can't what?"
"I can't leave my apartment," I winced at the admission. "I don't know ... I'm agoraphobic or something, but I get nauseous every time I try to leave."
"That's just jitters about being seen alone in public. It is a frightening place out there. But I'm sure that as long as you're on the arm of a nice strong man, then you'll have absolutely no problem."
"But..." I looked up at Julia, quivering.
"Yes?"
"What's my name?" I blurted out, tears starting to form. "I don't even have a name! Who am I? What am I doing here?"
Julia got up and held me in girl's embrace, careful not to smudge my makeup. "There, there. I'm sorry I didn't mention this earlier. Your name is Kathy. That's a nice name, isn't it? I have all your new identification right here."
"Kathy? I'm Katherine?"
"Yes, but you prefer to be called Kathy. Now, since he'll be coming here to pick you up, we'll need to spruce up your apartment. Here are some house wares catalogs. Circle the items you'd like and I'll be back tomorrow. We better hurry, there's a deadline."
My date was now just a week away, and suddenly everything kicked into high gear. Movers came to remove all my old furniture, followed that same day by painters who repainted the entire apartment. Bright yellow for the bedroom, deep red for the living room and dining room, dark green for the kitchen, bright aqua for the bathroom. Thanks to my obsessive cleaning, the place was already spotless and organized to the nth degree. New furniture, sheets, and towels arrived and suddenly the place looked amazing. Feminine and tasteful.
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