Prissy the whore

“Hey, that sounds like a logical thing to do – forget her,
that is. I ain’t no honey gold blonde between my legs, my
flat tits sag and my hair is a dirty brown but some people
have sworn that my pussy tastes like honey. I can be over
there in two hours. I’ll be glad to do what I can to help you
forget her.”

“No, you don’t understand. This was two months ago when
she left me the note and disappeared. Like a fool, I didn’t
take her advice and went after her. I went to his apartment
and was warned by Denise that she would have to hurt me
if I didn’t leave. I came back in, through a back door and
Denise used her long legs to kick my ass back out the
door. Two days later I tried it again and Carla sent me to
the Emergency Room after she kneed me. She also had the
police arrest me for trespassing. A week later, I followed
them out to his lake home and slipped in over the fence.
Five minutes later, I was hit in the head with something. I
woke up buck naked and tied to a wall, stretched like one
of those ancient castle prisoners. Gary told me that I was a
fool, that I should forget her and that I must stay away
from him and his girls. Then he told Carla to punish me –
`give him twenty lashes’. I expected a bullwhip or
something, but she rubbed some unknown cream to my
chest and cock, then attached nipple clips to my nipples
and some sort of cock ring around my flaccid cock. Then
she turned on the electricity. The first electrical shock
jarred me and I yelped with the pain. The second shock
was almost as bad but I noticed that I now had a very stiff
erection. By the tenth shock, my cum was covering my
chest where I exploded with delight. When she untied me, I
wanted her to suck on my nipples or my cock. It didn’t
matter as long as I had some relief. They f****d me into my
clothes and drove me back into town where they dumped
me down in the red light district. Within ten minutes, I
had found a prostitute and had her sucking my cock. After
she gave me a blowjob, I still felt so aroused that I couldn’t
quit. But it wasn’t my cock that was bothering me. It was
my nipples. When she began sucking my nipples, I jerked
with ecstasy. My previously normal nipples were now the
most sensitive part of my body – even more than my
cockhead. I finally got home but masturbated myself as I
played with my nipples. I discovered that I couldn’t wear a
shirt because the shirt rubbed against my sensitive
nipples and I had to go back down to the red light district
to get some more physical relief. When I returned home,
there was a message from Carla warning me that they
would punish me even worse if I tried to see Priscilla again
or came near them. That what they did to me would wear
off in a couple of weeks and that I should consider her
message my last warning.”

A loud groan escaped Trish’s lips “Oh, shit! Why do I feel
that you’ve let your stubbornness get the best of you.”

A long sigh escaped Bryan’s lips “Like a fool, I went back
and was caught again. The second time was more
punishing than the first. Donna – she’s the Texas cowgirl –
punished me. Again they greased me up with those damn
unknown creams, put the nipple clips and cock ring on,
but this time, she also inserted a big dildo up my ass.”

“Oh, shit. And I’ll bet you did.” Trish laughed, the image of
that being quite vivid in her imagination.

“It wasn’t so bad. I had an erection before they even
punished me. Donna had trouble getting the cock ring on
me because I was swelled so big that it almost didn’t fit.
They let me stand there buck naked with the dildo up my
ass and those clamps attached to my various body parts.
Then Priscilla strode into the room and I almost cummed
from just seeing her. She was wearing a skin-tight black
shinny leotard that would’ve made Batwoman jealous. Her
large boobs were straining that tight-fitting garment so
that I thought it was going to burst. She stood inches from
me, letting me stare at her new body, while she was
watching my obvious erection throb between my legs. Then
she said something funny to me. I remember her exact
words `Bryan, it’s over between us. Gary’s shown you how
he can punish you. I’m here to give you one last chance.
Tell me that you’ll walk away and leave us alone and I’ll
turn you loose. But if you ever bother us again, Gary will
do whatever is necessary to stop you. The last time that
you were here, they put sensitivity cream on your nipples
and cock making them more sensitive. Then they put you
in a place where it was easy to find someone to relieve you.
You found yourself going back for more, didn’t you.’ I
admitted to her that I did enjoy it. Then she continued
`that’s the same cream that they gave me and you saw
what it did to me. The combination of creams rubbed into
my body molded my body into the perfect woman’s body
after several weeks of daily use. I quickly discovered that
the pills heightened the dreamy warm feeling and made me
feel womanlier. At first, I only wanted to improve myself
physically for you so that I could compete with those other
women – my new friends – that you so obviously admired.
Then you no longer mattered as I discovered that Gary
could take me much further than you could. I allowed him
to turn me into one of his shapely bimbos because it was
what I discovered that I wanted. The effects of the cream
will wear off in two weeks and you return to normal –
unless you take it every day and then have a couple of the
concentrated three day soaks that really filled out my
body. The dose of cream on your body is much heavier
than what they did to me and when they add the
electricity, it becomes fifty times more powerful. If I tell
them that you won’t bother us anymore, we’ll wash the
extra-heavy dose of cream off of you and turn you loose. If
you don’t agree, then Donna’s going to hit you with the
voltage, which will burn the cream into your skin. You may
like it while you’re under its effect, but you won’t like it
once it wears off. What’s your answer?’ And then she
stared at me with her wide doe-like eyes, waiting for my
answer.”

Trish was sitting up in the chair; her steno pad lay in her
lap where she’d become so enthralled that she’d forgotten
to take notes. She gushed out “Yeah, yeah, yeah, what did
you answer?”

“I told her that I could never leave her. As she turned and
walked away from me, Donna hit me with the first charge
of electricity while my eyes were locked onto Priscilla’s
perfect ass. I didn’t scream this time, but it was almost
instant gratification for me. By the third charge of
electricity, I realized that my body was involuntary
humping, trying to get some reaction from the dildo. By
the time that they finished my twentieth shock, I was an
uncontrollable nymphomaniac slut. I tried to fight with
them when they were disconnecting me from the
equipment; because I enjoyed the full feeling of the dildo
rammed up my ass. They loaded me still naked into a van
and drove me to an apartment where they gave me to
Tyrone and Danny. Within ten minutes of being paraded
buck-naked into their apartment, Tyrone was butt fucking
me as I sucked Danny’s cock. I’d never thought about sex
with a man before and here I was ramming two different
cocks into my body openings. They put a dog collar on me
and began calling me Prissy – yeah, it was Priscilla’s
suggestion that they call me that so I would constantly
think about how much she had changed and how their
drugs could do it to me also. They gave me to their friends
and I serviced their friends because I couldn’t get enough
sex. I was happy only when there was something big and
hot ramming up and down my ass. I sucked them off, but I
really preferred to be fucked. And there were other changes
also. My nipples were so damn sensitive and the
surrounding chest flesh was much softer and beginning to
fill out like a very young teenage girl. I enjoyed letting one
of the men suck on my little boobies. Danny was a tit man
while Tyrone was an ass man. So both of them could
satisfy me. For two whole weeks, I lived there, not once
putting on any clothes, just being their little slut to take
care of them. Then the creams began wearing off and I
begin realizing what had occurred to me and what I had
been doing with those men and my body. I still actively
participated in sex with them but now I could see what I
was doing. After a week of decreasing d**g-induced
euphoria, I sneaked out one morning, dressed in some of
Danny’s clothes. I rushed home, packed my clothes and
moved out because I didn’t want them to come looking for
me. After all, they knew where I lived. I found a cheap
rooming house and stayed in it, ignoring the desire to go
out and pick up a man. When I found the desire to play
with my body too strong, I would take a long cold shower
until I felt more normal. Gradually I began to shake that
slutty feeling and began to think for myself. I realized that
after what had happened, that I would never be the old me
again and that I would have to deal with the memories of
being a kept slut in a man’s bedroom. So for the last
month, I’ve been sitting in that room, thinking and trying
to decide what to do with my life. I knew that life as I knew
it, was over for me and I had to build a new life far away
from here. Before I left, I also decided that I had to tell
someone about Gary Franks, then I had to hide because I
knew that he would come after me. That’s why I called
you.”

Trish looked at her notepad. There were blanks in some of
the story areas but she had enough so that she could re-
build the story. Her mind was already whirling with
thoughts about her expose of Gary Franks. She quickly
suggested “Look, Bryan I need to sit down and talk some
more with you about this. I’ll need photographs of all the
women and more details about who they used to be, so I
can gather other evidence. We’ll expose him for the mad
sadist that he is.”

“No, I can’t do that. If I go back or get involved, they’ll
cream me up again and brainwash me into being one of
his oversexed bimbos. I can’t allow them to brainwash me
and turn me into a mindless bimbo slut who can only
think about servicing men. I didn’t come down there
because I knew that you wouldn’t let me leave your office-
that’s why I called you from this phone booth. I’ve got my
bags packed and I’m leaving town. I’m going to move away
and hide where no one can ever find me.”

“Bryan, please listen to me. I need you. This is the biggest
story that this newspaper has seen since the last
presidential scandal. It’s page one material and I need your
help.” She pleaded.

“No, I’ve given you enough facts so that you can dig up
whatever you need for supporting evidence for the story.
I’m out of it and I’m leaving to start my new life. Don’t try
to find me. Good-by Trish.”

The click of the phone and the subsequent humming of a
disconnected call echoed through the silent newspaper
office. Trish hung up the phone, lit another cigarette and
leaned back in the overstuffed chair as she began sorting
the fantastic story in her mind.

Across town in a phone booth, Bryan was going through
his billfold. He removed the driver’s license with its
identifying photograph and dropped it on the floor. His life
as Bryan Patterson was over and he would have to get a
new driver’s license to go with his new identity. He
removed the credit cards and spent a few minutes
breaking them into small pieces and dropping the pieces
on the floor. He removed a small picture of him and
Priscilla from their early days, knowing that he would keep
that remembrance. After he was finished going through the
billfold, all he kept was the cash and the one photograph,
dropping his old billfold on the floor with the rest of the
trash.

He stared at his reflected image in the dirty windows of the
phone booth, knowing that once he stepped out of the dim
light of that phone booth’s interior, that he would be
committed to walking away from his life as Bryan
Patterson – writer and former reporter – and that he would
have to begin a new life that would keep him away from
the people that knew him as Bryan. Or they would find
him someday. He didn’t know how, but he knew that
Gary’s money and resources could do anything. And they
would be pissed about his revealing their secret.

Staring through the dirty phone booth windows, he could
see the nearby truckstop. He would find a trucker that was
interested in company as they drove across the country.
Then he would get out and hitchhike some more until he
found some place that he could call home. And someone
that could help him forget his old life and help him to live
his new life.

Bryan pushed open the phone booth doors and stepped
out into the fresh night air. Standing in the phone booth
with the door closed, the air inside the booth had become
stale. He picked up the small overnight bag that contained
his few new clothes and possessions. He began walking
slowly toward the truckstop.

He approached a truck where the engine was running and
the driver was checking the wheels. Standing beside the
truck, he softly asked the driver “Got room for a
hitchhiker?”

The driver turned and stared at Bryan for a second, then
nodded his head “Yeah. Go climb into the cab. I’m going to
pull out in two minutes.”

Bryan opened the cab door and threw his small bag onto
the floor. Behind him the driver asked “My name’s Joe and
I’m supposed to be in Chicago in the morning. What’s your
name?”

Bryan nodded back the greeting and smiled at the driver
before replying in a softly modulated melodic voice “My
friends call me Prissy.”

The driver watched as `Prissy’ pulled her skirt up, then
stepped gingerly up on the step, being careful to balance
herself on her high heels and not snag her nylons as she
climbed into the passenger seat of the truck’s cab. Prissy
left the door open as she adjusted her skirt, then sat
down, demurely crossing her shapely nylon clad long legs,
revealing just a flash of thigh through the slit in her skirt.
The driver watched as his female passenger shut the door,
then adjusted the mirror so that she see her own
reflection. Using a ring covered manicured hand, the
driver’s guest fluffed her thick mane of red long hair
pushing the curly hair into place, then checked her lips to
see if she needed to refresh her bright red lipstick.

The driver rushed through his inspection and climbed up
into the cab. Although the young woman was smiling at
him, the driver glanced at her breasts that were perkily
shaping up the front of her lacy blouse. She was a tall
woman, even taller with the heels but her height and
broad-shouldered appearance reminded him of a very
loving big-boned farm-girl from Kansas. She’d also had
large hands, wide shoulders, a thick waist and muscular
legs – but she’d been one of the best fucks that Joe had
ever experienced. Staring at his new passenger, he knew
that her large size could be intimidating to some men but
there was enough fullness to her breasts and silent
invitation in her voluptuous lips to convince Joe that this
cute woman would make the trip an very enjoyable trip for
him.

He watched as the woman adjusted her small travel bag
beneath her feet. He threw a thumb up, pointing at the
opening at the back of the cab “This is a sleeper cab. Put
your bag back there and make yourself comfortable.”

She flashed a broad smile at him as she unclipped her
earrings and dropped them into her purse. Pausing to
remember to talk in her soft voice, she asked, “Do you
mind if I crawl back there and change into something a
little more comfortable?”

The man tried to hide his grin but he couldn’t “Go ahead.
I’ll get us started down the road.”

As he pulled out, she pulled the curtains back, revealing
the cramped but adequate sleeping birth. She put her
purse and travel back there, then stood up so that she
could crawl onto the mattress. The truck was moving and
she lost her balance for a second, partially spinning
around on her high heels so that her ass was only inches
from the driver’s face. Grabbing something and holding on,
she laughed as she declared “Don’t consider me a slut just
because I shove my ass in your face within two minutes of
meeting you. You don’t know what it’s like to wear high
heels and to try to balance in them.”

The driver laughed as she crawled through the narrow
opening and pulled the curtains shut. In the some-what
cramped privacy of the small sleeping birth, she
unbuttoned her blouse, removing it as she considered her
next options. She folded her blouse and examined her
naked female breasts.

A month of taking the creams and pills that Bryan had
confiscated from Priscilla that time, had further modified
Bryan’s body. The dildo-prod treatment had started and
greatly modified his former all-male body, softening it and
building little bud-like breasts as well as adding a little
padding to his hips. A month of taking the pills and cream
had soften Bryan’s skin further, enhancing the facial
complexion as the mannish facial hair disappeared and
the thinning hair grew and filled out. The cream had
developed the puffy teenage breasts into more realistic
looking B-cup breasts – a full b-cup that would soon need
a C-cup, just as Bryan’s straight waist had narrowed and
the hips expanded into a fuller, rounder, more feminine
looking body. Somehow, the chemicals moved body fat
around to shape anyone’s body into a more pleasing
feminine effect.

His current metamorphic stage had advanced so that he
now looked slightly more female than male. The makeup,
rapidly-grown long hair and clothes provided just enough
extra decorations to help him easily pass as his new
chosen gender. Two weeks earlier, he had looked too much
like a cross-dressing football player with Gynecomastia to
venture out into public dressed the way that he dressed for
his `dates’ within the privacy of his rented room.

Yes, dates. The punishment melded out to him had
changed more than his sexual libido so that normal
hetrosexual relationships no longer interested him. He
also now wanted to be a vixen – not a bimbo like Priscilla
but a siren who could vamp and wantonly seduce her
lover.

He’d waited patiently in the room, waiting for the pills and
cream to further modify his body. He used the time to
practice his mannerisms and speech while learning all the
nuisances of mixing and matching female attire correctly
and styling his new long curly hair. For the last week, he’d
been practicing at local malls, gaining confidence in his
ability to pass as a woman and watching his body reshape
itself more and more every day. Once he was convinced
that he could pass as a woman, he knew that it was time
for him to leave town and abandon his real identity.

Bryan continued to undress, removing the skirt and panty
hose, knowing that Joe was watching his `female guest’
undress through the mirror and a small slit in the curtain.
Bryan slightly moved so that Joe wouldn’t be able to see
that there was still a fully functional cock between the legs
of the woman that Joe knew only as `Prissy’. Some men
took a little more conditioning before they would have sex
with a she-male.

Bryan’s penis was smaller after a month of chemicals but
still somewhat functional as a male organ. How long it
would be functional, Bryan didn’t know or care. The new
Prissy didn’t have any further use for such an unneeded
appendage, but if Prissy’s current man liked a little exotic
sex, she didn’t mind using it to satisfy her new lover.

The month long experiment proved several things. When
the new Prissy emerged like a butterfly from the androgyny
modified body created by the hard exposure to Frank’s
chemicals, the new body was more feminine than male.
And the new personality was able to live and perform as a
woman.

Completely naked, the very feminine-appearing new
woman opened the fashionable woman’s travel bag and
found one of the confiscated bottles of pills, taking one of
the pills. Bryan would put a little cream on Prissy’s new
body later when they were further down the road. There
was enough cream and medicine to last the transitioning
new female a little over a year. By then Prissy should be a
fully functional woman with size 54 DDD-cup breasts if
Bryan’s body kept reacting to the chemicals at the same
rate. Bryan didn’t know where Prissy’s new life was headed
but everyone knew that a six-foot tall sexy redhead with
size 54DDD boobs could go wherever she wanted.

It had been a hard decision to make, to take the pills and
further transform his body into a woman’s body. But that
one taste of being a woman in bed with a man had been
enough to convince Bryan that he could never be happy
living a normal heterosexual life again. After he
remembered about the confiscated chemicals, it became
easier to decide upon a plan for the rest of his life. By
watching the intake of the chemicals, he would be able to
shape his body and avoid the `bimbo’ side effects. The
decision to modify his body was further enhanced because
he knew that Gary Franks would be looking for a man.
And if Gary guessed how Bryan was able to hide, a woman
could change her total appearance so much easier that it
would be possible to hide in Bryan’s old building without
anyone recognizing her.

Bryan pulled out the red thong bikini panties and slipped
into them, being careful to tuck the small male appendage
back between his legs. If Prissy watched how she sat and
exposed herself, Joe wouldn’t know it existed – until it was
too late for Joe to back out.

Bryan pulled a flimsy almost transparent red teddy from
the travel bag and slipped into it, adjusting the front so
that there was almost a little exposure of the nipples.
Expertly cupping the shapely small female breasts, Bryan
tweaked the nipples until their aroused state was obvious
through the delicate fabric.

Then Bryan found the small bottle of perfume and
delicately added a small touch to each wrist. Then staring
into a hand mirror at Prissy’s beautiful new face, Bryan
ran a brush through the long, luxurious red hair, before
freshening the facial makeup.

Satisfied with the way that Prissy now looked, Bryan knew
that it was now time to see how far Prissy could
manipulate Joe. Pulling back the curtains, Bryan rolled
over and exited the small compartment, knowing that Joe
would be busy staring at Prissy’s exposed cheeks.

The very tall, almost naked woman maneuvered into the
truck’s passenger seat, then adjusted her teddy as she
propped her bare feet up on the dashboard, exposing a
long shapely leg to Joe. She acted as if it was perfectly
normal to be sitting in a truck cab wearing nothing more
than some almost transparent lingerie and exposing her
body to a man that she met only minutes ago. Speaking
with her new modulated voice, Prissy asked “So how far
are you going?”