I woke up hearing my name. "Vee! Vee! Wake up!" It was pleasant actually hearing my name, a little jolt each time in my insides. I saw Mistress standing next to me, and I recognized the dildo hanging from her pussy, it was the dog-lock. "Get on the bed", she said, "I want to try this myself."



When I got up, something fell down from under my skirt. It was my cage, somehow it had unlocked itself. But that was not the case, when Mistress picked it up, the lock was still there. She lifted up my skirt, and apparently my scrotum had shrunk, no longer capable of holding on to the cage. I knew I should be worried, but I could only think of the dildo waiting for me.



So I assumed the position on the bed, and felt the lubed monster enter me. It slid in so easily, and I heard her voice saying, "You're such a slut!", over and over again, jolting my pleasure spot each time at the word slut. And soon I felt the dildo swell inside me, in a way I knew it would be locked, until I made Mistress cum.



She stopped moving however, and started talking. "Vee, I order you to tell me the truth, and nothing else." I simply nodded.

"First thing I want to know is... why did you buy the skirt?"

There was no need anymore to twist around the truth, so I told her, "Remember, even before we got married, I told you I loved leather? You weren't really interested, even after I bought you a skirt, long time ago. But I needed to know what it would feel like, my hand on leather on warm skin. So I tried the skirt myself, and I was in heaven. The combination of the leather, and the restriction it gave my legs, I could only take small steps, and then I tried it with your heels. Any chance I got, I tried it, for years. And then you gave it to the Goodwill, saying you never liked it. I was devastated. I tried some of your other skirts, still loved it, but it was never the same. Then last week I saw that skirt in the flyer, and I knew I wanted it. I was off this whole week and you still had to work, so I bought it."



"Okay... I'm sorry about throwing the skirt out. Had I known... maybe, I don't know. But how long have you know that woman, that you cheated me with? Mark's wife."

"I only met her yesterday, in the shop. I was in the checkout line, right behind her, and she commented how nice the skirt was, and if it was for my wife, or if it was for me. I think my face flushed and she guessed it was for me. But then she offered her help, she could make me look like a real woman, not just a guy in a skirt."



"So you just went with her? Didn't you know she was married?"

"I knew, she told me. It wasn't like we were going to cheat at all, but she made me so convincingly female, it was like I was a different person. To prevent any mishaps, she gave me a tube, to lock up my dick, it only made more sure we wouldn't accidentally cheat."



"But you did! I saw the video, how she took you in your arse. You were clearly enjoying it."

"I know. I'm sorry! When she helped me dress, she noticed my body hair and I told her about my stupid laser that wasn't working. Turns out, she has a professional machine, and she offered to use it on me. But it wasn't free. I had to sign a handyman contract, which would explain to you why I'd go there twice a week. After the laser I would dress in whatever she'd give me, and act fully female as I did my chores.

I figured I could always pull out, but I really wanted the laser treatment, you know how much I hate my body hair."



She nodded. "That doesn't explain why you had sex with her though."

"No. But after the first treatment, which was truly painful, my skin felt so smooth. It was then her kinkier side coming out. She had so much leather and latex and stuff. She dressed me in a latex maid's uniform, and made me look like a real woman.

She was real horny herself now, and wanted me to eat her out. She convinced me that the way I looked, I was a woman, and thus no longer married. I so wanted to believe her, so I licked her pussy clean, until she came. I was the maid and she the Mistress, that thought made it so easy to forget who I really was. Then she added more kinky stuff, the pussy mask, the gloves, the cat mask, and she could turn off my hearing and eyesight, or play a continuous message in my ears, that prevented me from thinking rationally. I started believing I was her pet, and let her have her way with me. She took my anal virginity with a dildo and she made me cum. And when she tried the dog-lock dildo on me, her husband came home. She was so scared, she told me to do anything he said."



"Hmmm", my wife said, "you didn't realize she was slowly brainwashing you?"

"It's the cat mask! It took my senses away, after I already had lost the ability to talk or use my hands. My head filled with messages and words, and I started to associate some with pleasure."



"Like when I call you slut?"

The pleasure hit immediately, and I nodded. "And obeying, and calling them Master and Mistress. And my name, Vee, and being female. It pushed my old name out of my mind."



"What? You don't remember your real name?"

"I do! It's Vee... I just don't know..."

"That's just crazy! But I like it. I'm going to try a few things myself."



That's when my vision went black and my hearing stopped. But a minute later a message started repeating in my head. "You're no longer my husband. How could you? You're a woman. You're a maid or a pet. Your goal in life is to please Mistress Marianne. Obey her. You will take any cock in your pussy. Eat any pussy out that is offered to you. Whenever the person you service comes, you will come as well."



It kept repeating, while accompanied by a strange noise that prevented me from blocking out the words. In the mean time she started moving her dick again, in the same rhythm as the words. And I realized I needed to please her, pleasure her, service her, serve her. My Mistress.



So I pushed back into her rhythm, the words in my head guiding me, leading me, providing a happy feeling, as I wanted my Mistress to cum. I started moaning, as she moaned, and I knew she was getting closer. When she came, I came, my body rocking us both, until she finally pulled out of me, leaving me satisfied and her speechless.



She had me make breakfast and do some cleaning chores. And there was some mail delivered to our front door. They contained forms for me to sign. She told me to sign them all, and although I recognized one form as divorce papers, I could not stop myself from signing. I figured it would make things easier having sex with anybody. Another form was a power of attorney, signing over all my possessions to her, as well as the right to make any decision on my behalf. I would do anything she'd say anyway, but this made it fully legal as well. Again, I signed, while she filmed me doing so.



The last form changed my name to Vee, and I became officially female. Made sense to me.

By then it was time we left for the clinic. She drove, as she blacked me out and took my hearing away. But messages kept playing in my head, to submit completely to her, increasing my desire to suck cock, eat pussy, and be a pussy myself. I was to forget I ever was a man, and new memories replaced old ones, about being a submissive girl my whole life.



In the clinic I had to sign more forms, despite the full control Mistress had over me. So I signed, agreeing to any procedure, surgery, medication that they deemed necessary. Mistress seemed to get along very well with the doctor, as she was drawing on a piece of paper, and he was nodding his agreement. Before they took me out, I saw the drawing they had worked on together. It seemed like what was left of my penis was to be stretched thinly and guided backwards through two holes in my empty scrotum, effectively becoming a female peehole, as the loose skin of my scrotum was formed into a realistically looking vagina. My last thought was one of happiness for looking like a real girl down there.



When I woke up, Mistress was sitting besides my bed. But she looked different, wearing a lab coat or was it a doctors uniform, over a tight leather pencil skirt. She suddenly liked leather? Her face was different too, more perfect, I could only think. Bright red lips, thicker than I remember, and a slight slant in her eyes. She was simply stunning, but how could she have changed so much overnight?



I tried to say something, but I couldn't move my mouth. I assumed she'd put my pussy mouth back in. She told me not to say anything while she would explain. Apparently I had been out for more than a month, so they could work on some of the ideas she'd had. She had a new job now, being the creative director, here at the clinic. Her new ideas had paid back quite a bit already, and they had experimented some on me.



For example, they had removed all of my teeth, and rebuilt my mouth to a fully functional vagina. Not a rubber one, but real flesh and blood, received from a donor. From the outside my lips still looked like a perfect female set, although I'd never be able to open my mouth again. There was a small opening though, flexible enough to adapt to the size of a man's dick.



They had changed my tongue as well, it was now long and thin, so that I could flick it outside and lick easily as far as my own nipples. Mistress couldn't wait for me to eat her out after she'd had sex with her now husband Master Mark. I should be able to reach all the way into her womb she promised.



I was no longer wearing the cat mask, but with a small remote she could still black out my eyesight and my hearing, thanks to chips that were inside my brain now apparently. Another bit of tech was built inside my rectum and with the push of a button it started vibrating inside me. In seconds I orgasmed, unable to stop the sensation. And with every button push I came again.



With a mirror she showed me what my vagina looked like, as I couldn't look down passed my own breasts anymore. It looked exactly like what I remembered from the drawing. There was enough room inside to fit a complete finger, making me come again, so sensitive it was. The plan at some point was to give me a full size vagina there.



My breasts were real, apart from some improvements. I had a capsule inside my body, releasing female hormones twenty-four-seven, changing my body quickly over the past so many weeks. I had the feeling I had been out for more than a month, but could not ask.



My body hair was all gone, but I had real, long, flowing hair coming down from my head. I was to never cut it, or have it cut. Likewise, no longer wearing my gloves, I saw beautiful nails on each of my fingers, still feeling like claws. I had limited movement in my arms, like the restricting gloves were still there. But it was now inside my body, and controlled by the remote.



When I was allowed to leave the bed, in nothing but a hospital gown, I found that I could only walk on my toes. I would never wear flats again apparently. Four inch slippers made it just comfortable for me.



At that moment the doctor that had worked on me came in, and I saw Mistress push a button on the remote. I felt my knees give in and slowly sank to the ground. My arms caught me and I could feel how my elbows locked, and I was on all fours, with no option to get up again.



"Very well", said the doctor, more to Mistress than to me. "Is she ready to lose her virginity?"

"Go for it hon!" was her reply, and he pulled his long dick from his scrubs. I stared at it in disbelief, yet my mouth started watering. My tongue flicked from my mouth and touched the tip, slowly wrapping around it and pulling it towards my pussy mouth.



In seconds he pushed into my mouth and a sensation I never felt before overwhelmed all of my senses. This was my life, a cunt to be fucked, and I loved every second of it. My tongue and muscles worked together to pleasure his needs, his dick swelling inside my mouth as a result. He began to pump me and every nerve I had in my pussy mouth was on fire. It was soaking wet and slippery and the taste of my own fluids was delicious, it was like eating myself out.



When I had my first orgasm, it was like nothing before. Somehow they had hooked this vagina in my mouth to the right spot in my brain, because it rocked my world. For a moment I had no idea where I was, just enjoying how every piece of skin on my body was on fire. But then the urgency of the dick in my pussy brought me back. I applied one huge suck, squeezing all these new muscles, and made him go over the top.



What I could not have known, but I found out real quickly, was that he took me right with him. I wasn't even recovered from my first orgasm, when I came again, as he shot his load straight into my throat. The combined orgasm rocked us both, his balls slapping my chin, as I held onto his member, milking everything from it before it went soft and finally pulled out.



I knew it was forced onto me, I knew I'd never talk again, I knew in essence I was a freak now, but I also knew I couldn't wait to do it again.

The doctor seemed to agree. "Wow, that was amazing! Even better than I had anticipated. You were so right", and he nodded at Mistress, "and I was brilliant."



Mistress laughed. "Does that mean I can take her home? I'm sure Mark wants to give her a try. And I can't wait to see how well she fits with Monique."

"Oh, that naughty mind of yours", he replied. "Your idea was beyond brilliant, and I can promise you they'll fit. Remember, they were made for each other!"