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----------------------The Truth-------------------
You people make me laugh. Even on my damndest days, all I have to do
is think of you people sitting at your computers, jerking off to bullshit
stories all about someone being forcibly femminized, and then the writer
claiming that it's all true, even though you know it's a lie deep down, you
don't want to admit to yourselves in fear of losing your present chubby.
Yes. You people make me laugh. Probably even more so because I used
to be just like you. Yeah, I read the stories, downloaded the porn,
subscribed to every group that had anything to do with Transsexuals,
she-males, etc..I even knew all the names of the famous TS' like Dany
Evangelista, Camillia DeCastro, Danielle Chambers, and many, many more. I
was definately hardcore into the whole thing. But now...now I'm different.
Oh, don't think that I'm trying to say that I've stopped, and now I'm
better ; moraly, and than you. Not at all, you see, I'm much worse now.
Much, much worse.
You see, there's one thing that , even as a child watching movies and
TV, I always craved for, and that was realism.
Realism has always seemed to be a key to getting off for me. Any
doubt, and the moment is gone. So that is why the futher I got into the
whole forcibly Femminized thing, the harder it became to get hard. I just
couldn't focus anymore with all the things that were so repititious, and
not to mention stupid. If it was something that I hadn't heard before,
then it was something that was so unbelievable that I spent most the time
scrolling down the screen with a limp dick in my hand waiting for anything
to start on (I'm sure you've been there as well).
I hope I haven't bored you already. I'm basicly trying to convene to
you that with no options left, I did what no ther man would do in my
situation.
I acted on my fantasies.
That is why now, I must be very careful with what I disclose in this
"story". I really shouldn't be writing anything about this at all, but you
see, I've always wanted to be a writer. Plus I love the idea of throwing
some realism in fray with the rest of the nasty, redundant bullshit.
What I'm telling you is this : Everything I write in this, is real. I
am no bullshitter. You can believe me whether you wish to or not. No
matter which, if you dig deep enough you'll know that I'm for real.
I will also tell you now that in the past nine years, I have found out
a great deal about myself and my fellow man. What I've found out is simply
that man is sheep, and I am a perverted, insane, and massively callous and
disturbed person. I have no wants other than my own needs, and no needs
other than my own wants. Anything else is none of my concern.
If the idea of total realism disconcerts you then turn back now.
'Cause I'll spare no detail. I will tell you of all the blood, decribe to
you the pitch of thier screams, and explain to you most articulately every
thing I've done in the past four years to men, women and children.
Let's get started!
----------------------Beginnings------------------
I won't go into detail about when and how I came to my more than
bothersome idea, and then set it to be my goal. I really want to tell you
about my first subject, but first I should set the scene.
It all started when I stepped off the plane, onto Japan. I was
nineteen. I had a little over a hundred thousand to my name, which was
just enough to get started in Tokyo, Japan.
I had everything ready. The money, the skills, the contacts,
know-how, and most importantly, the firm resolve to see it done to the end.
I knew what I was doing, even though I'd never done it before.
The first thing I did, was find where my job was at. I had already
secured a job a few months before, while I was still living in America. A
friend I grew up with knew my love for Japanese culture, and my desire to
live in Japan, so when her Japanese reletives came for a visit to America,
and stayed at her house, her and I both realized that this was an
opportunity I couldn't miss, so she invited me over for dinner.
Her uncle, aunt, and cousin were not only taken aback by a gaijin
eating dinner with them at thier family table, but were possitively
dumbstruck, when he spoke fluent Japanese, and exercised just as much
Japanese table manner tradition as they did (I was more than a little proud
of myself).
After dinner, my friend dropped a few obvious hints that I wanted to
go to Japan and live thier for a while, but knew that I wouldn't be able to
find a good enough job to support myself. Her uncle who was so impressed
by me, told me that when I got to Tokyo, a job would be waiting for me. I
was walking on air that night.
But let me get back on track here and tell you the real story.
So there I was in Japan. By the first month I had found a small
apartment close enough to work where I only had to ride the rail train for
thirty minutes to get there. I got along with the people there well
enough, either they were so suprized at how close I was to being actual
japanese that they liked me, or so suprized that they didn't. I mean it is
a little difficult to fit in when you're as pale as I am, and 6'-2" in a
continent whose people's average hieght is 5'-8". My land lady especially
didn't like me at all. She would knock on my door at least twice a week
telling me that she'd had so many complaints about all the noise I was
supposedly making, but she never did throw me out.
It was some time in my fourth month when I set my plan into action.
With a new promotion that I had gotten from my friends uncle, who was now
my boss, my new job description was to find and sign talents that help the
company's growing need for consumer recondnition and trust (Don't ask me to
explain it anymore, cause I did't even understand it myself). But with
this promotion I could basicly work at home, and use my time to do whatever
I pleased ; as long as I got results, but that wasn't too hard (especially
when you're an American. Everybody already thinks that you know all there
is to know about talent, so you could sign anyone). With my new free time
I had been doing a bit of real-estate searching out in the open country
near the middle of Japan, when I found the perfect place!
A small house right in the middle of BFE. The nearest niehbor was a
factory that produced shampoo or something, and they were more than eighty
miles away. It was about a three and a half hour drive from Tokyo to
there, but it was a perfect place to get started.
I bought the whole property for less than it would cost to buy a used
car from a lot back home, and I started on it imediately. I once read in a
story of how a rich man commisioned several different contractors to work
on the same house, but different parts, so that no one knew exactly what
they were building ; so not only did the house with all it's strange
addages get built, but it got built with most of it's secrets intact as
well. I followed this tactic word for word. When it was done, it was
quite the little fortress. I had the contractors extend the cellar so that
it expanded a bit further from the house. I then had the whole cellar made
into a small kind of clinic. I had six cells, all 8' by 10' with padded,
sound-proof walls. I then had amoured doors at both ends of the main
downstairs hall ; one door leading to a small emamining room, and the other
to the house upstairs. With the rest of the house already furnished and,
ready to be lived in, the first part of my plan was done.
It was time to find my first subject.
------------------------The First--------------------
After almost another month of searching, I finally found what I was
looking for.
It was an orphanage for boys, and I'm telling you they didn't give a
shit where these kids went. The whole faculty there was almost too eager
to get rid of their children. I was a bit suprized when the head mistress
didn't ask me if I wanted two for the price of one.
So when I left, I was carrying a boy whose only given name was Jiru.
I had asked the Orphanage more about his history, but all they knew was the
name they called him by. They told me that an old man had left him there
when he was still newly born. He'd never left the orphanage, until now.
I really don't know why I picked him, I mean I really didn't even look
around at hardly any of the other boys. He was one of the first ones I saw
who fit the bill I was looking for : thin, effeminate, between 8 and 15.
so I picked him. Honestly, I think that at that point, I just wanted to
get the hell out of there as soon as possible.
But to this day I have no real complaints about Jiru, he was a good
first subject.
The whole drive to the house was a bit uncomfortable. Jiru, who'd
never left the orphanage, thus never been in a car, was extremely excited,
and paranoid. His face was almost literally plastered to the passenger
window. I remember looking over at him while he watched, wide-eyed, at the
scenery whizzing by, and I thought to myself, "Knowing what I'm about to do
with this boy, does that make me a bad man?", then I looked at his
extremely thin arms, all the knotts in his bones showing through his thin
viel of skin from mal-nourishment, and I thought in response : "No more bad
than I'd be if I just left him at the orphanage".
It was an eight hour drive to the house from the orphanage, at maybe
half way through, I pulled into a gas station. I remember thanking my
lucky stars twice at that very moment. For not only was I extremely lucky
to find a gas station when I was on only vapors, but there was a McDonalds
across the street. I was so happy in that one moment to see a McDonalds,
that a huge grin appeared on my face like a fool. I mean here I was, a
guy, who back in America was soley dependant on junk food, and now I
suddenly realized that I'd been eating fish, and freeze-dried noodles for
the past five months.
I wasted no time in filling up. As soon as I was done I zipped over
to the Micky-D's, jumped out of the car, and rushed in like a bat out of
hell. As I was standing there debating over my to-be junk food dinner, I
suddenly realized that I had adopted a child today, and I just left him in
the car whilst I went to get some McDonalds. I turned around to go back to
the car when I saw jiru outside the glass door. He was just standing
there, staring at me through the door, looking like at any minute, he was
going to start crying. It was then that I felt like a total peice of shit.
This kid had gone through a hell of alot today, and was soon about to go
through a hell of alot more, the least I could do was be considerate.
I walked over and opened the doors for him, took him by the hand and
led him to the counter. I ordered two Big-Macs, large fries and soda.
When we sat down with our food, and I gave him what I ordered for him, his
mouth dropped, and his eyes got huge with disbelief. I recall now how cute
the look he gave me was through that gaping mouth and giant eyes, as if to
say, "You've got to be kidding!", but when I nodded to him to start eating,
he wasted no time. In not even three minutes he'd finished his entire
meal, and was eyeing mine hungrily. I finished what I could, which was
very little seeing as I've always had a small stomach. I gave my
left-overs to the boy whom happily sucked down what was left in a matter of
secounds, then told him it was time to leave.
When we got back in the car, Jiru looked up at me and said, "Where to
now?"
Those were the first words he'd said all day.
"Home." I told him.
"Home." He said, then closed his eyes, and fell fast asleep, his hands
wrapped around his newly round belly.
-----------------------Jiru's New Life-----------------------
Jiru was still asleep when we got to the house, and he had just woken
up when I set him on his new bed in his new room. He sat up to look around
himself in the plain white padded room that was now his. When he asked
where we were, I told him we were in his room.
He again gave me that wide-eyed stare of disbelief, "My room?"
"Yes. A brand new room made just for you. And tomorrow I'll bring in
all the other brand new things, just for you."
He looked like he was about to say either thank you or no way, but I
held up my hand to stop him, then said : "But I'll only give you these
things, and let you stay here, Jiru, if you promise to follow my rules and
do exactly as I say. Okay?"
He looked around his new room again, in a small show that he was
giving the deal some serious thought, then looked back at me and nodded his
head sagely,"Hai."
"Good," I told him. "now go to sleep. We got a big day tomorrow." I
pulled the covers over him, turned of the lights, stepped out and quietly
locked the door.
The next morning, while Jiru was still asleep, I slipped into the
mini-clinic and into his room and removed a small panel from the wall.
Behind it was a sheet of plexi-glass, and behind that, was a 12" cable
television (I had prearranged the cable channels to be only cooking
chanels, womens clothing networks, and everything else that only a woman
would watch). I then brought in Jiru's new dresser, full of all his new
clothes. When I was setting it in place next to the nightstand by his bed,
he woke up.
There wasn't an ounce of sleepiness in him as he shot up to look at
the new things I was bringing him. He didn't say a word the whole time I
was bringing in his book shelf with a few books a had picked up (All
basicly romance novels, pro-femmininity crap, and cookbooks. After
everything was in place, I left and came back with his breakfast :
Ham'n'eggs, Bacon and toast, with a large glass of OJ. He was still in bed
when I came back in, which was perfect seeing as I had all the food on a
bed tray. When I set the tray on his lap he gave me a look mixed with
grattitude and uncertainty.
Before he started on the food, I told him to take the vitamins by the
orange juice, he swalloed them fast with a large swig from the OJ, then
went to work on the food. The vitamins I told him to take, were male
hormone blockers, while the OJ, was filled with powerful dosages of
estrogen. At night, before he went to bed, I would give him an injection
of more female hormones.
While he was eating, I took this time to give him a small inspection.
He calmly ignored me as I looked through his shoulder length hair at his
scalp, for lice or anything else. I checked his heart rate under the nape
of his neck and timed his breathing. He was perfectly healthy, with the
exception of mal-nourishment. I jugded him to be about fourteen. His only
physical flaw I found was his missing right middle toe.
By the time I was done with my inspection, he ws done eating. He
drank the last of his orange juice, then looked to me, waiting for whatever
was next. I picked up the tray and told him to follow me. I led him to
the Examining room, which had a shower and bathtub in an adjorning room. I
set the tray down on a counter, and took Jiru into the bathroom. After I
turned on the bath, I began undressing him. He was obviously used to this
sort of thing, 'cause he just stood there calmly, waiting to get in the
bath. I finished pulling his socks off, then told him to get in.
He jumped in the bath, then sat there, waiting for me to start
scrubbing him clean. This kid was plainly used to some sort of routine.
After we scrubbed his body sqeaky-clean, he got out, and I dried him off. I
then led him back to his room. When I set him on the bed, I went to the
dresser and pulled out his clothes. He gave me a look that I must be crazy
when I handed him his new clothes. He looked them over, then looked up to
me, "These are girls clothes," he said.
"Yes, I know." I told him matter of factly.
"I can't wear these," he set the clothes on the nightstand and shook
his head. "I'm not a girl."
I simply crossed my arms over my chest, to give myself a very imposing
look. "You are now." I picked the dress and blouse up and set them on his
lap. "I have adopted you, and now you are my child. But I do not want a
son, I want a daughter. I have given you a new room, a new bed, new
clothes, and a new name. If you do not want any of these things, say so,
and I'll take you back to the orphanage."
He sat there for a moment, quietly. For a second, I thought he was
going to cry again, but he looked at me and said, "What's my new name?"
I smiled in spite of my victory. He must have thought I was proud or
something of his accepting to be a girl, 'cause he smiled back at me.
"Kei," I told him. "Your new name is Kei."
-------------------------Developments-----------------------
As the weeks went by, Kei and I settled into a kind of routine. I
would stay home for most the week, make sure he got his meals and
medication. On the days I did go to Tokyo, it was usually to check in at
the office, and talk with my boss, who was always more than happy with the
results I gave him each week. He talked to me a few times about another
promotion if I wanted it, but I always told him that I liked what I was
doing now, and wanted to do it for a while longer. He never showed he had
a problem with this, but still encouraged me to take the promotion, while
it was there for the taking, every time I came by.
After my usual visits to the office, I would stop by at a store to get
groceries, and then another to get recordable disks for the digital camera
videos that were constsantly recording Kei in his bedroom.
When I got back to the house I would put away my groceries, and then
make my way down to the mini-clinic, and into the small security room by
the door to the stairs. Once there, I would check surveilance on Kei, then
copy all the recorded data onto a disk, catalogue it for futher editing,
and then delete it from the hard-drive to save space.
This was what my plan had been the whole time. Not to just forcibly
femminize a child for my own perverted sexual needs, but to record it, edit
it, and then mrket the mother fucker. 'Cause I knew then just as you know
now that any one of us would pay every penny we had just to see the
begiining and finished product. Forced femminization, from beginning to
end, all on tape. What pervert wouldn't sell everything he had for that?
After about six months, Kei already had breasts. He had been
complaining about his chest itching for the past three months, until
finally in his bedroom I told him what the itching was. I had a video
camera recording us as I looked at his bare fourteen year old chest now
sporting two swelling breasts."The itching is your breasts growing," I told
him matter of factly. He just gave me a blank stare, "Boobs." I told him,
"you're growing boobs. Right now, it looks like you've got almost a B'
cup."
I could see alot of emotion running over his face. "I can't grow
boobs..." he said real quietly.
"'Course you can," I reassured him. "all girls do, and by the looks of
it now, when you hit your late teens, you'll be a hottie!"
That did it.
All those high dosages of mood-swinging estrogen finally took action!
"I'M NOT A GIRL!" he screamed and then stood as if to hit me. But I
was ready for this. I had been planning this moment when I first noticed
the growths two months ago.
I grabbed his flailing arms by the wrists before they could hit me. I
stood up, and towering above him, I forced him back down to the bed. I
pinned his kicking legs down with my knees, using an old trick my brother
used to use on me, then I held both his squirming wrists in my left hand
while I put my finger right in his face. "Wrong!", I yelled at him, "You
are a girl! If not in soul then in body! BUT YOU ARE A GIRL!" I grabbed
one of his small tits, and roughly pinched and teased the nipple while
massaging the whole breast at the same time. His breathing got heavier,
and his eyes rolled to the back of his head, but he was still squirming.
"SEE!" I screamed, "You have TITS! Only girls have tits, so you are a GIRL!
But if you don't want to act like a girl, then I'll have to show you how to
be a girl!"
Even at fourteen years old, he knew what was coming. 'Cause his eyes
suddenly got real big, and he started screaming, "NAI, NAI, NAI!!!
(NO,NO,NO!!!)."
But I wasn't going to stop now. I had been waiting for this forever!
With my free hand, I quickly undid my pants and pulled down my boxers.
My erection came to full attention, at about seven inchs at full hardness.
Kei was only wearing panties and socks, so this wasn't going to be too
difficult. I was getting tired of holding his wrists, so I pulled off his
pink socks and tied each of his arms over his head, to the metal bed frame.
Now with his arms tied, he really started to freak out. He jerked his body
back and forth, trying in some irrational, desperate atempt to get free. I
gradually overpowered him, and spread his legs apart for a full view of his
- thanks to the estrogen - plump, panty-clad ass. He wasn't going
anywhere.
I grabbed the pantys, and tore them in half, exposing his
vulnerability. But, as much as I didn't want to, I delayed insertion, I
thought it best to get him worked up a bit first.
I licked my fingers, and slowly inserted my pinky into his ass, with
the rest of my hand free, I groped and played with his small, hairless
balls. Even through the screaming and stuggling, he still got hard, and I
was suprized too, because for only fourteen years old, he had an erection
almost as big as mine. With my left hand finger-fucking him, and groping
his balls, I sent my right to play with his newly aquired tits. I massaged
and teased one, while I leaned down and sucked the other. Already his
stuggles were getting weaker as his breathing and arousal were getting
heavier.
He started saying stop, and repeating "Don't," over and over, but he
was also arching his back, and biting his lower lip. I took my finger out
of his ass, and instead of teasing his balls, I began jerking him off. I
was sucking on one of his tits so hard that I think I made the nipple
longer. I lifted my mouth from his breast and gently bit and kissed my way
down his tanned nubile body. He was still screaming 'no' and 'stop' every
now and then, until I took him in mouth.
He let out a large gasp, arched his back again, and bucked his hips.
I nibbled a little as I sucked his cock, and he started to roughly hump my
face. At first it was erattic and untimed, but then he became very calm,
quiet, and lifted his hips to my face at a slow rythemed pace.
Something must have pulled him out of his reviere, because he suddenly
stopped and let out a piercing cry, then with eyes full of tears, began
screaming and fighting again. He started sobbing and calling me names,
like 'monster', and 'rapist', then yelling 'no' and 'stop' all over again.
I knew now it was time.
I spit on my hand and roughly shoved my index and middle finger up
inside of him. He screamed like the girl I was about to make him into,
looking down at me with my digits probing his anus, his jiggling breasts
obscuring his view.
I had him pretty moist now, and I removed my fingers from him.
"You're a girl all right," I said as I placed my now rock hard cock at the
tip of his hole, "You're MY girl!", and I took him.
He screamed at the top of his lungs when I suddenly pushed into him.
He sreamed so loud that my ears were ringing. Sobs began to rack his body
as I pressed into him all the way. I worked my way in and out slowly for
the first ten minutes, trying to get him to ease up, but then began picking
up a gradual pace. Seeing as now I didn't have to concentrate as much on
pumping him, I turned my attention back to his breasts. First I leaned
back down and began kissing his neck, and nibbling his ear lobes, then I
went back to my 'tweaking one nipple while sucking the other', method.
Kei was now limp. He was still breathing, but he seemed to have come
to accept what was happening to him. His eyes were open and staring at the
ceiling above us, his face all wet from tears, and sweat. His mouth was
opened wide, and he let out a gasp with each of my thrusts. He stayed like
that for a little while, but after an hour, he closed his eyes and began
breathing hard again. At this time, I was pumping in and out at a good
medium pace.
My thrusts were getting stronger, and as I felt my climax coming soon
I started pumping faster and faster. That's when Kei wrapped his legs
around my back, and started meeting my thrusts with his own. Sweat was
dropping from my head to Kei's breasts, and now he was moaning, and making
small girlie sounds while pressing me forward more with his legs around my
back, and pushing against me more with his thrusting.
I was right on the edge, but before I could let go, I had to do one
more thing. "What are you?", I asked between grunts.
"Girl," he gasped back.
But that wasn't good enough. "What are you?" I asked again.
"I'm YOUR girl!" He said, and that was it. I was on my knees as I
lifted him by his hips at an angle, and shot my seed into him. I gave a
few more thrusts, then lay on top of him. I was still teasing his swollen
nipple when I started to kiss him. At first, I could tell he was still
repulsed by the idea of doing anything like that with a guy, but seeing as
I had just virtually sowed all there was of his male ego, he gave in, and
started to kiss back.
I untied his wrists which were now all red, and while he started
rubbing blood back into them, I went back down and gave him another blow
job. This time with his hands pushing the back of my head deeper onto him,
I didn't stop till he too came.
After we were done, I gave him a bath, then took a shower myself. I
brought him down dinner later that day, and then at night, I found myself
walking into his bedroom in the dark, and slipping into the bed next to his
warm, naked body. We did the whole thing over again, except this time, Kei
didn't put up a fight at all, he actually came quite a few more times than
I did myself that night.
---------------------Epilogue-------------------
After Kei had stayed with me for a liitle more than a year and a half,
he had full developed breasts, the sweetest, most curvacious ass, and full
pouting lips on face that looked more beautiful than Angilina Jolie ; he
looked 100% like a real asian princess, in fact that was what I sometimes
called him. After almost a year, I moved him out of his bedroom and into
my own. I let him do the cooking from then on, seeing as he had been
studying how for twelve months. We were almost like husband and wife from
then on, I would take him when ever, and where ever I wanted, and more
often than not, he wanted it more than I did.
Kei also became a major asset to me. After I helped him get a
diploma, I put him through college, and he graduated with a masters in
general marketing, which really helped both of us when I finished the
editing of Kei's videos. The videos, as you might imagine, made us a
heluva lot of money from all over the globe! But I must give credit where
credit is due, it was Kei's idea to film more scenes of me raping him
through the whole series until the end when he starts to give in and even
like it, and to edit all the recordings into three seperate tapes, so, not
only to provide more viewing time for the consumers, but to also boost our
own profits.
Kei also, from then on, helped me with the rest of the feminazations
of almost all my later subjects (14 in all, unless you already know).
So that's my story for now. I'm sorry if it didn't please you, or if
it didn't sound realistic enough for you, but all I can say now, is that it
is the truth.
Maybe when I get the time, and the inspiration to sit down and write
everything down again, I'll tell you the whole story, but until then, I
hope you're pleased enough with this one to wait.
You people make me laugh. Even on my damndest days, all I have to do
is think of you people sitting at your computers, jerking off to bullshit
stories all about someone being forcibly femminized, and then the writer
claiming that it's all true, even though you know it's a lie deep down, you
don't want to admit to yourselves in fear of losing your present chubby.
Yes. You people make me laugh. Probably even more so because I used
to be just like you. Yeah, I read the stories, downloaded the porn,
subscribed to every group that had anything to do with Transsexuals,
she-males, etc..I even knew all the names of the famous TS' like Dany
Evangelista, Camillia DeCastro, Danielle Chambers, and many, many more. I
was definately hardcore into the whole thing. But now...now I'm different.
Oh, don't think that I'm trying to say that I've stopped, and now I'm
better ; moraly, and than you. Not at all, you see, I'm much worse now.
Much, much worse.
You see, there's one thing that , even as a child watching movies and
TV, I always craved for, and that was realism.
Realism has always seemed to be a key to getting off for me. Any
doubt, and the moment is gone. So that is why the futher I got into the
whole forcibly Femminized thing, the harder it became to get hard. I just
couldn't focus anymore with all the things that were so repititious, and
not to mention stupid. If it was something that I hadn't heard before,
then it was something that was so unbelievable that I spent most the time
scrolling down the screen with a limp dick in my hand waiting for anything
to start on (I'm sure you've been there as well).
I hope I haven't bored you already. I'm basicly trying to convene to
you that with no options left, I did what no ther man would do in my
situation.
I acted on my fantasies.
That is why now, I must be very careful with what I disclose in this
"story". I really shouldn't be writing anything about this at all, but you
see, I've always wanted to be a writer. Plus I love the idea of throwing
some realism in fray with the rest of the nasty, redundant bullshit.
What I'm telling you is this : Everything I write in this, is real. I
am no bullshitter. You can believe me whether you wish to or not. No
matter which, if you dig deep enough you'll know that I'm for real.
I will also tell you now that in the past nine years, I have found out
a great deal about myself and my fellow man. What I've found out is simply
that man is sheep, and I am a perverted, insane, and massively callous and
disturbed person. I have no wants other than my own needs, and no needs
other than my own wants. Anything else is none of my concern.
If the idea of total realism disconcerts you then turn back now.
'Cause I'll spare no detail. I will tell you of all the blood, decribe to
you the pitch of thier screams, and explain to you most articulately every
thing I've done in the past four years to men, women and children.
Let's get started!
----------------------Beginnings------------------
I won't go into detail about when and how I came to my more than
bothersome idea, and then set it to be my goal. I really want to tell you
about my first subject, but first I should set the scene.
It all started when I stepped off the plane, onto Japan. I was
nineteen. I had a little over a hundred thousand to my name, which was
just enough to get started in Tokyo, Japan.
I had everything ready. The money, the skills, the contacts,
know-how, and most importantly, the firm resolve to see it done to the end.
I knew what I was doing, even though I'd never done it before.
The first thing I did, was find where my job was at. I had already
secured a job a few months before, while I was still living in America. A
friend I grew up with knew my love for Japanese culture, and my desire to
live in Japan, so when her Japanese reletives came for a visit to America,
and stayed at her house, her and I both realized that this was an
opportunity I couldn't miss, so she invited me over for dinner.
Her uncle, aunt, and cousin were not only taken aback by a gaijin
eating dinner with them at thier family table, but were possitively
dumbstruck, when he spoke fluent Japanese, and exercised just as much
Japanese table manner tradition as they did (I was more than a little proud
of myself).
After dinner, my friend dropped a few obvious hints that I wanted to
go to Japan and live thier for a while, but knew that I wouldn't be able to
find a good enough job to support myself. Her uncle who was so impressed
by me, told me that when I got to Tokyo, a job would be waiting for me. I
was walking on air that night.
But let me get back on track here and tell you the real story.
So there I was in Japan. By the first month I had found a small
apartment close enough to work where I only had to ride the rail train for
thirty minutes to get there. I got along with the people there well
enough, either they were so suprized at how close I was to being actual
japanese that they liked me, or so suprized that they didn't. I mean it is
a little difficult to fit in when you're as pale as I am, and 6'-2" in a
continent whose people's average hieght is 5'-8". My land lady especially
didn't like me at all. She would knock on my door at least twice a week
telling me that she'd had so many complaints about all the noise I was
supposedly making, but she never did throw me out.
It was some time in my fourth month when I set my plan into action.
With a new promotion that I had gotten from my friends uncle, who was now
my boss, my new job description was to find and sign talents that help the
company's growing need for consumer recondnition and trust (Don't ask me to
explain it anymore, cause I did't even understand it myself). But with
this promotion I could basicly work at home, and use my time to do whatever
I pleased ; as long as I got results, but that wasn't too hard (especially
when you're an American. Everybody already thinks that you know all there
is to know about talent, so you could sign anyone). With my new free time
I had been doing a bit of real-estate searching out in the open country
near the middle of Japan, when I found the perfect place!
A small house right in the middle of BFE. The nearest niehbor was a
factory that produced shampoo or something, and they were more than eighty
miles away. It was about a three and a half hour drive from Tokyo to
there, but it was a perfect place to get started.
I bought the whole property for less than it would cost to buy a used
car from a lot back home, and I started on it imediately. I once read in a
story of how a rich man commisioned several different contractors to work
on the same house, but different parts, so that no one knew exactly what
they were building ; so not only did the house with all it's strange
addages get built, but it got built with most of it's secrets intact as
well. I followed this tactic word for word. When it was done, it was
quite the little fortress. I had the contractors extend the cellar so that
it expanded a bit further from the house. I then had the whole cellar made
into a small kind of clinic. I had six cells, all 8' by 10' with padded,
sound-proof walls. I then had amoured doors at both ends of the main
downstairs hall ; one door leading to a small emamining room, and the other
to the house upstairs. With the rest of the house already furnished and,
ready to be lived in, the first part of my plan was done.
It was time to find my first subject.
------------------------The First--------------------
After almost another month of searching, I finally found what I was
looking for.
It was an orphanage for boys, and I'm telling you they didn't give a
shit where these kids went. The whole faculty there was almost too eager
to get rid of their children. I was a bit suprized when the head mistress
didn't ask me if I wanted two for the price of one.
So when I left, I was carrying a boy whose only given name was Jiru.
I had asked the Orphanage more about his history, but all they knew was the
name they called him by. They told me that an old man had left him there
when he was still newly born. He'd never left the orphanage, until now.
I really don't know why I picked him, I mean I really didn't even look
around at hardly any of the other boys. He was one of the first ones I saw
who fit the bill I was looking for : thin, effeminate, between 8 and 15.
so I picked him. Honestly, I think that at that point, I just wanted to
get the hell out of there as soon as possible.
But to this day I have no real complaints about Jiru, he was a good
first subject.
The whole drive to the house was a bit uncomfortable. Jiru, who'd
never left the orphanage, thus never been in a car, was extremely excited,
and paranoid. His face was almost literally plastered to the passenger
window. I remember looking over at him while he watched, wide-eyed, at the
scenery whizzing by, and I thought to myself, "Knowing what I'm about to do
with this boy, does that make me a bad man?", then I looked at his
extremely thin arms, all the knotts in his bones showing through his thin
viel of skin from mal-nourishment, and I thought in response : "No more bad
than I'd be if I just left him at the orphanage".
It was an eight hour drive to the house from the orphanage, at maybe
half way through, I pulled into a gas station. I remember thanking my
lucky stars twice at that very moment. For not only was I extremely lucky
to find a gas station when I was on only vapors, but there was a McDonalds
across the street. I was so happy in that one moment to see a McDonalds,
that a huge grin appeared on my face like a fool. I mean here I was, a
guy, who back in America was soley dependant on junk food, and now I
suddenly realized that I'd been eating fish, and freeze-dried noodles for
the past five months.
I wasted no time in filling up. As soon as I was done I zipped over
to the Micky-D's, jumped out of the car, and rushed in like a bat out of
hell. As I was standing there debating over my to-be junk food dinner, I
suddenly realized that I had adopted a child today, and I just left him in
the car whilst I went to get some McDonalds. I turned around to go back to
the car when I saw jiru outside the glass door. He was just standing
there, staring at me through the door, looking like at any minute, he was
going to start crying. It was then that I felt like a total peice of shit.
This kid had gone through a hell of alot today, and was soon about to go
through a hell of alot more, the least I could do was be considerate.
I walked over and opened the doors for him, took him by the hand and
led him to the counter. I ordered two Big-Macs, large fries and soda.
When we sat down with our food, and I gave him what I ordered for him, his
mouth dropped, and his eyes got huge with disbelief. I recall now how cute
the look he gave me was through that gaping mouth and giant eyes, as if to
say, "You've got to be kidding!", but when I nodded to him to start eating,
he wasted no time. In not even three minutes he'd finished his entire
meal, and was eyeing mine hungrily. I finished what I could, which was
very little seeing as I've always had a small stomach. I gave my
left-overs to the boy whom happily sucked down what was left in a matter of
secounds, then told him it was time to leave.
When we got back in the car, Jiru looked up at me and said, "Where to
now?"
Those were the first words he'd said all day.
"Home." I told him.
"Home." He said, then closed his eyes, and fell fast asleep, his hands
wrapped around his newly round belly.
-----------------------Jiru's New Life-----------------------
Jiru was still asleep when we got to the house, and he had just woken
up when I set him on his new bed in his new room. He sat up to look around
himself in the plain white padded room that was now his. When he asked
where we were, I told him we were in his room.
He again gave me that wide-eyed stare of disbelief, "My room?"
"Yes. A brand new room made just for you. And tomorrow I'll bring in
all the other brand new things, just for you."
He looked like he was about to say either thank you or no way, but I
held up my hand to stop him, then said : "But I'll only give you these
things, and let you stay here, Jiru, if you promise to follow my rules and
do exactly as I say. Okay?"
He looked around his new room again, in a small show that he was
giving the deal some serious thought, then looked back at me and nodded his
head sagely,"Hai."
"Good," I told him. "now go to sleep. We got a big day tomorrow." I
pulled the covers over him, turned of the lights, stepped out and quietly
locked the door.
The next morning, while Jiru was still asleep, I slipped into the
mini-clinic and into his room and removed a small panel from the wall.
Behind it was a sheet of plexi-glass, and behind that, was a 12" cable
television (I had prearranged the cable channels to be only cooking
chanels, womens clothing networks, and everything else that only a woman
would watch). I then brought in Jiru's new dresser, full of all his new
clothes. When I was setting it in place next to the nightstand by his bed,
he woke up.
There wasn't an ounce of sleepiness in him as he shot up to look at
the new things I was bringing him. He didn't say a word the whole time I
was bringing in his book shelf with a few books a had picked up (All
basicly romance novels, pro-femmininity crap, and cookbooks. After
everything was in place, I left and came back with his breakfast :
Ham'n'eggs, Bacon and toast, with a large glass of OJ. He was still in bed
when I came back in, which was perfect seeing as I had all the food on a
bed tray. When I set the tray on his lap he gave me a look mixed with
grattitude and uncertainty.
Before he started on the food, I told him to take the vitamins by the
orange juice, he swalloed them fast with a large swig from the OJ, then
went to work on the food. The vitamins I told him to take, were male
hormone blockers, while the OJ, was filled with powerful dosages of
estrogen. At night, before he went to bed, I would give him an injection
of more female hormones.
While he was eating, I took this time to give him a small inspection.
He calmly ignored me as I looked through his shoulder length hair at his
scalp, for lice or anything else. I checked his heart rate under the nape
of his neck and timed his breathing. He was perfectly healthy, with the
exception of mal-nourishment. I jugded him to be about fourteen. His only
physical flaw I found was his missing right middle toe.
By the time I was done with my inspection, he ws done eating. He
drank the last of his orange juice, then looked to me, waiting for whatever
was next. I picked up the tray and told him to follow me. I led him to
the Examining room, which had a shower and bathtub in an adjorning room. I
set the tray down on a counter, and took Jiru into the bathroom. After I
turned on the bath, I began undressing him. He was obviously used to this
sort of thing, 'cause he just stood there calmly, waiting to get in the
bath. I finished pulling his socks off, then told him to get in.
He jumped in the bath, then sat there, waiting for me to start
scrubbing him clean. This kid was plainly used to some sort of routine.
After we scrubbed his body sqeaky-clean, he got out, and I dried him off. I
then led him back to his room. When I set him on the bed, I went to the
dresser and pulled out his clothes. He gave me a look that I must be crazy
when I handed him his new clothes. He looked them over, then looked up to
me, "These are girls clothes," he said.
"Yes, I know." I told him matter of factly.
"I can't wear these," he set the clothes on the nightstand and shook
his head. "I'm not a girl."
I simply crossed my arms over my chest, to give myself a very imposing
look. "You are now." I picked the dress and blouse up and set them on his
lap. "I have adopted you, and now you are my child. But I do not want a
son, I want a daughter. I have given you a new room, a new bed, new
clothes, and a new name. If you do not want any of these things, say so,
and I'll take you back to the orphanage."
He sat there for a moment, quietly. For a second, I thought he was
going to cry again, but he looked at me and said, "What's my new name?"
I smiled in spite of my victory. He must have thought I was proud or
something of his accepting to be a girl, 'cause he smiled back at me.
"Kei," I told him. "Your new name is Kei."
-------------------------Developments-----------------------
As the weeks went by, Kei and I settled into a kind of routine. I
would stay home for most the week, make sure he got his meals and
medication. On the days I did go to Tokyo, it was usually to check in at
the office, and talk with my boss, who was always more than happy with the
results I gave him each week. He talked to me a few times about another
promotion if I wanted it, but I always told him that I liked what I was
doing now, and wanted to do it for a while longer. He never showed he had
a problem with this, but still encouraged me to take the promotion, while
it was there for the taking, every time I came by.
After my usual visits to the office, I would stop by at a store to get
groceries, and then another to get recordable disks for the digital camera
videos that were constsantly recording Kei in his bedroom.
When I got back to the house I would put away my groceries, and then
make my way down to the mini-clinic, and into the small security room by
the door to the stairs. Once there, I would check surveilance on Kei, then
copy all the recorded data onto a disk, catalogue it for futher editing,
and then delete it from the hard-drive to save space.
This was what my plan had been the whole time. Not to just forcibly
femminize a child for my own perverted sexual needs, but to record it, edit
it, and then mrket the mother fucker. 'Cause I knew then just as you know
now that any one of us would pay every penny we had just to see the
begiining and finished product. Forced femminization, from beginning to
end, all on tape. What pervert wouldn't sell everything he had for that?
After about six months, Kei already had breasts. He had been
complaining about his chest itching for the past three months, until
finally in his bedroom I told him what the itching was. I had a video
camera recording us as I looked at his bare fourteen year old chest now
sporting two swelling breasts."The itching is your breasts growing," I told
him matter of factly. He just gave me a blank stare, "Boobs." I told him,
"you're growing boobs. Right now, it looks like you've got almost a B'
cup."
I could see alot of emotion running over his face. "I can't grow
boobs..." he said real quietly.
"'Course you can," I reassured him. "all girls do, and by the looks of
it now, when you hit your late teens, you'll be a hottie!"
That did it.
All those high dosages of mood-swinging estrogen finally took action!
"I'M NOT A GIRL!" he screamed and then stood as if to hit me. But I
was ready for this. I had been planning this moment when I first noticed
the growths two months ago.
I grabbed his flailing arms by the wrists before they could hit me. I
stood up, and towering above him, I forced him back down to the bed. I
pinned his kicking legs down with my knees, using an old trick my brother
used to use on me, then I held both his squirming wrists in my left hand
while I put my finger right in his face. "Wrong!", I yelled at him, "You
are a girl! If not in soul then in body! BUT YOU ARE A GIRL!" I grabbed
one of his small tits, and roughly pinched and teased the nipple while
massaging the whole breast at the same time. His breathing got heavier,
and his eyes rolled to the back of his head, but he was still squirming.
"SEE!" I screamed, "You have TITS! Only girls have tits, so you are a GIRL!
But if you don't want to act like a girl, then I'll have to show you how to
be a girl!"
Even at fourteen years old, he knew what was coming. 'Cause his eyes
suddenly got real big, and he started screaming, "NAI, NAI, NAI!!!
(NO,NO,NO!!!)."
But I wasn't going to stop now. I had been waiting for this forever!
With my free hand, I quickly undid my pants and pulled down my boxers.
My erection came to full attention, at about seven inchs at full hardness.
Kei was only wearing panties and socks, so this wasn't going to be too
difficult. I was getting tired of holding his wrists, so I pulled off his
pink socks and tied each of his arms over his head, to the metal bed frame.
Now with his arms tied, he really started to freak out. He jerked his body
back and forth, trying in some irrational, desperate atempt to get free. I
gradually overpowered him, and spread his legs apart for a full view of his
- thanks to the estrogen - plump, panty-clad ass. He wasn't going
anywhere.
I grabbed the pantys, and tore them in half, exposing his
vulnerability. But, as much as I didn't want to, I delayed insertion, I
thought it best to get him worked up a bit first.
I licked my fingers, and slowly inserted my pinky into his ass, with
the rest of my hand free, I groped and played with his small, hairless
balls. Even through the screaming and stuggling, he still got hard, and I
was suprized too, because for only fourteen years old, he had an erection
almost as big as mine. With my left hand finger-fucking him, and groping
his balls, I sent my right to play with his newly aquired tits. I massaged
and teased one, while I leaned down and sucked the other. Already his
stuggles were getting weaker as his breathing and arousal were getting
heavier.
He started saying stop, and repeating "Don't," over and over, but he
was also arching his back, and biting his lower lip. I took my finger out
of his ass, and instead of teasing his balls, I began jerking him off. I
was sucking on one of his tits so hard that I think I made the nipple
longer. I lifted my mouth from his breast and gently bit and kissed my way
down his tanned nubile body. He was still screaming 'no' and 'stop' every
now and then, until I took him in mouth.
He let out a large gasp, arched his back again, and bucked his hips.
I nibbled a little as I sucked his cock, and he started to roughly hump my
face. At first it was erattic and untimed, but then he became very calm,
quiet, and lifted his hips to my face at a slow rythemed pace.
Something must have pulled him out of his reviere, because he suddenly
stopped and let out a piercing cry, then with eyes full of tears, began
screaming and fighting again. He started sobbing and calling me names,
like 'monster', and 'rapist', then yelling 'no' and 'stop' all over again.
I knew now it was time.
I spit on my hand and roughly shoved my index and middle finger up
inside of him. He screamed like the girl I was about to make him into,
looking down at me with my digits probing his anus, his jiggling breasts
obscuring his view.
I had him pretty moist now, and I removed my fingers from him.
"You're a girl all right," I said as I placed my now rock hard cock at the
tip of his hole, "You're MY girl!", and I took him.
He screamed at the top of his lungs when I suddenly pushed into him.
He sreamed so loud that my ears were ringing. Sobs began to rack his body
as I pressed into him all the way. I worked my way in and out slowly for
the first ten minutes, trying to get him to ease up, but then began picking
up a gradual pace. Seeing as now I didn't have to concentrate as much on
pumping him, I turned my attention back to his breasts. First I leaned
back down and began kissing his neck, and nibbling his ear lobes, then I
went back to my 'tweaking one nipple while sucking the other', method.
Kei was now limp. He was still breathing, but he seemed to have come
to accept what was happening to him. His eyes were open and staring at the
ceiling above us, his face all wet from tears, and sweat. His mouth was
opened wide, and he let out a gasp with each of my thrusts. He stayed like
that for a little while, but after an hour, he closed his eyes and began
breathing hard again. At this time, I was pumping in and out at a good
medium pace.
My thrusts were getting stronger, and as I felt my climax coming soon
I started pumping faster and faster. That's when Kei wrapped his legs
around my back, and started meeting my thrusts with his own. Sweat was
dropping from my head to Kei's breasts, and now he was moaning, and making
small girlie sounds while pressing me forward more with his legs around my
back, and pushing against me more with his thrusting.
I was right on the edge, but before I could let go, I had to do one
more thing. "What are you?", I asked between grunts.
"Girl," he gasped back.
But that wasn't good enough. "What are you?" I asked again.
"I'm YOUR girl!" He said, and that was it. I was on my knees as I
lifted him by his hips at an angle, and shot my seed into him. I gave a
few more thrusts, then lay on top of him. I was still teasing his swollen
nipple when I started to kiss him. At first, I could tell he was still
repulsed by the idea of doing anything like that with a guy, but seeing as
I had just virtually sowed all there was of his male ego, he gave in, and
started to kiss back.
I untied his wrists which were now all red, and while he started
rubbing blood back into them, I went back down and gave him another blow
job. This time with his hands pushing the back of my head deeper onto him,
I didn't stop till he too came.
After we were done, I gave him a bath, then took a shower myself. I
brought him down dinner later that day, and then at night, I found myself
walking into his bedroom in the dark, and slipping into the bed next to his
warm, naked body. We did the whole thing over again, except this time, Kei
didn't put up a fight at all, he actually came quite a few more times than
I did myself that night.
---------------------Epilogue-------------------
After Kei had stayed with me for a liitle more than a year and a half,
he had full developed breasts, the sweetest, most curvacious ass, and full
pouting lips on face that looked more beautiful than Angilina Jolie ; he
looked 100% like a real asian princess, in fact that was what I sometimes
called him. After almost a year, I moved him out of his bedroom and into
my own. I let him do the cooking from then on, seeing as he had been
studying how for twelve months. We were almost like husband and wife from
then on, I would take him when ever, and where ever I wanted, and more
often than not, he wanted it more than I did.
Kei also became a major asset to me. After I helped him get a
diploma, I put him through college, and he graduated with a masters in
general marketing, which really helped both of us when I finished the
editing of Kei's videos. The videos, as you might imagine, made us a
heluva lot of money from all over the globe! But I must give credit where
credit is due, it was Kei's idea to film more scenes of me raping him
through the whole series until the end when he starts to give in and even
like it, and to edit all the recordings into three seperate tapes, so, not
only to provide more viewing time for the consumers, but to also boost our
own profits.
Kei also, from then on, helped me with the rest of the feminazations
of almost all my later subjects (14 in all, unless you already know).
So that's my story for now. I'm sorry if it didn't please you, or if
it didn't sound realistic enough for you, but all I can say now, is that it
is the truth.
Maybe when I get the time, and the inspiration to sit down and write
everything down again, I'll tell you the whole story, but until then, I
hope you're pleased enough with this one to wait.
