## Archive-name: tv_fiction

From: Nancy <nancytv29@aol.com>

Subject: HOT TV FICTION (forced fem, BD/SM and other kinky stuff

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.sex.stories

This is very adult fiction concerning bondage and forced feminization. It is for adult use only. This is the first chapter of a novel I have written. My hope that you'll like this first chapter enough to want to buy the rest of it. I'm trying to raise money for my sexual reassignment surgery which I hope to have in about a year. I'm just weeks away from throwing away my male clothes and starting my full- time trial. This is already, between the counselors, drug and doctors, a very expensive process. So, I came up with the bright idea of writing and selling this fantasy story. It is well worth the $6 I'm charging, if I do say so myself ($1 is for mailing costs and printing). If you are a fan of the Reluctant Press or the Sandy Thomas books, then you'll like what you get for your money.
To order e-mail me at Nancy29TV@aol.com. I'll then e-mail chapters one and two, which were already published here on the Internet several months ago. Then, once I receive your $6 cash or money order, I'll send you a laser print-out of the rest of the novel. It is longer than most TV novels and I think just as long as The Bridges of Madison County (and better too). Mail the $6 to: Nancy Rose, 4375 West Desert Inn #D-219, Las Vegas, NV 89102. Thanks very much for helping me achieve my dream.

Enjoy the story....

The Trainer

By Nancy Rose

(copyright 1996, all rights reserved)

Chapter One

He was a pretty one, the red-painted pouting lips so full, the mascara making his eyes big and bright, the tight red satin dress hugging his thin, curvy, oh-so- slightly girlish form. The mistress had such an eye for these boys, knew exactly which ones to pick.
"No," he whined. "Please. Why are you doing this? Please, let me go."
He didn't know how sexy he looked when he begged. The blond page-boy wig gave him such a sultry sex-kitten look that his pleading, while out of quite sincere desperation, just seemed like coy flirtation. His voice was naturally high now, with just a hint of bass hinting at what he used to be. How quickly we had sapped him of his masculinity.
"Don't you want me?" I asked, knowing the answer.
I put a hand under his dress and ran a finger over the little bulge in his red satin panties. His body had betrayed him, its lust eroding his will, his desires making him willing to give up anything to be with me. I didn't want anything but his masculinity.
"You know I do," he finally said, tears welling in his eyes.
"Then say it."
His arms, thin and smooth, looked so luscious as they strained against the chains. His stockinged legs, so shapely with high heels on his feet, could barely move because the mistress had the spreader-bar locked between his legs. He'd been standing, chained in the box, his arms above him, his gams spread below him, for almost ten hours.
It had been ten hours of me teasing him, making him want me, making him beg the mistress to wear another female garment. First the panties, then the bra, the garter belt, the stockings, the make-up, the dress, the wig, and finishing with a pair of 4-inch bright red heels with thin ankle straps and bows at the toe. Sexier, more feminine shoes have never been created.
With each garment he donned, I stroked his little thing, but it was his tenth session and the mistress' potion was changing him, making it harder and harder for him to cum. His manhood could get amazingly stiff, but it would never again be able to be instrument of his climax. Such was the magic of the mistress' potion.
"I want you," he said.
"Will you be a girl for me?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"Yes," he said, blushing with shame, already more girl than boy.
"And you'll give the mistress your boyhood?" I asked and gently stroked his hardened maleness.
"Yes," he said weakly, about to cry.
"You'll need to be a very dainty girl, you know."
"Yes. I know."
"We'll teach you how to be such a good sissy. You'll learn how to walk like a girl, sit like a girl, even throw a ball like a girl. Nothing about you will be allowed to resemble a male."
I stroked him harder and harder. The poor dear wanted to cum so bad. You could see it in his eyes, but release was now impossible through his useless thing. But there were other ways.
At his first session, so many weeks ago, he came in just seconds, messing the pretty little panties she had given him. Looking at me, with the promise of me touching his thing, he barely resisted sliding those silky, lacy undies up his legs.
When they're that young, it's an easy process. The hormones are raging already, sexual hunger making them easily persuaded. They need little help from mistress' potion, a special recipe of hormones and psychotropic drugs that erode resistance and increase the power of suggestion.
Today was his twelfth session and his thing was no longer able to spurt. The only way he could have relief was through his tight little rear-end, where the prostate waited, with much anticipation, to be manipulated.
But he would have to ask first. He would have to ask to be fucked like a girl.
I was the trainer. I was to do the fucking.
"You want to cum don't you, my little pretty one?" I asked.
"Ooooo yes," he said in a voice so sexy it almost made me orgasm.
I stroked him harder and harder, knowing it would do nothing but frustrate him more, decimating his will even further.
"Does the little girly want to cum?"
"Uh-huh. Ooo yes."
"Then you'll be a girl for me? You'll cum like a girl?"
"Yes. Please anything. I can't take this anymore. Pleeeeease."
Even his whining was sexy and feminine.
"I like my girlfriends to cum while I'm inside them."
"What? No, please no."
"What? My little girl doesn't want to cum?"
"Yes, she does, she does. But I don't want to be..."
"Fucked? Oh I think you do. You do, don't you?"
It's here, when they have just a little resistance left, that the hypnotic effect of the potion does its most important work.
"I do?"
"Yes, you do. You want to feel it deep inside you. It will make you feel so good to have me inside you."
"Yes, it will make me feel very good."
"The more you feel like a girl, the better you will feel."
"Yes, please I want you inside me."
"My little girl wants fucked?"
"yes pleeeeease, yesssss, oh pleeeeease."
"Anything for my little girl."
I walked around behind him, my high heels ominously clicking on the floor. I lifted my black leather skirt, pulled off my black satin panties and let free my hardened manhood. It had been five years since the mistress had robbed me off the power to cum through it, but fucking was still very, very, very pleasurable.
I lubed it up with KY. I was proud of it really. The rest of me was so feminine and pretty now, I didn't mind have something that was still male.
I nestled the head between his cheeks, barely pressing into his little virgin rosebud.
"Pleeeease," he said. "Ooooo pleeeeease."
I thrust it in.
"Uggggggggghh!" he yelled, almost sounding like a boy again. I knew I hurt him, but he'd get over it.
I started moving in and out slowly, then faster then faster.
The mistress stepped forward to talk to the transformed boy who was writhing in agony and ecstasy.
"Look at you , you little slut with a dick in your pussy, begging to be fucked. You like it. You love it. From now on, this is the only way you'll be able to cum. Do you understand me?"
"Yesssss, Mistressssss," he managed to get out.
"Now cum for me, you little whore," she said. "Cum like the girl you are, with a dick in your cunt."
He screamed loud, like a girl, his voice a lovely screeching falsetto. His eyes clenched tight and he grimaced, thrashing his head back and forth.
He had cum just like a girl, and he'd never be a boy again.

To be continued...

To order e-mail me at Nancy29TV@aol.com. I'll then e-mail you chapters two and three, which were already published on the Internet several months ago. Then, once I receive your $6 cash or money order, I'll send you a laser print out of the rest of the novel. It is longer than most TV novels and I think just as long as The Bridges of Madison County (and better too). Mail the $6 to: Nancy Rose, 4375 West Desert Inn #D-219, Las Vegas, NV 89102. Thanks very much for helping me achieve my dream.

Last modified (12/24/96 14:16:27) by Eli-the-Bearded.

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