From: michelle <pattee@mail.ohio.net>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.sex.femdom,alt.sex.trans
Subject: New TG:  The Letter by michelle
Date: Tue, 06 May 1997 16:40:11 -0700
Message-ID: <336FC15B.6FE2@mail.ohio.net>

DISCLAIMER:  If you're not 21, then simply go away.  Adult material!


THE LETTER:  Part One

As he slowly began unzipping the fly of his Mistress's boy with his 
teeth, tears of shame were rolling down his cheeks --- and pretty cheeks they were!  "Come now, Michelle", said Amber, "We don't have all day!  You KNOW you want to do this -- in fact, you MUST do this!  you HAVE no choice in the matter, DO you?"

She was right!  Michael Jay Lester had no choice in the matter.  
Somewhere between the hypnosis and the blackmail Mistress Amber had succeeded in breaking him and transforming him into her slave -- a blossoming SHEMALE slave!  As his mouth began to tug at the zipper causing it to slowly creep down over the large bulge underneath, his mind revisited the whole sad affair.  

He had never HAD an affair with anyone -- never wanted one.  Michael was married for twenty years to a beautiful woman whom he loved dearly.  They had produced a beautiful daughter who was now 18 years old - her name was Jenny.  They had a nice home in a nice neighborhood and lived a comfortable life-style for a successful family of the 90's.  Never once had he cheated on his wife; he STILL didn't think he had cheated on her -- even though the zipper was down and a huge, hard cock slapped his forehead as it popped out of the slacks.  Amber laughed and ordered her "boy" to get rid of his pants.  

As Amber's second boy slave, John,  backed away to remove the rest of his clothes, Michael continued to think about his journey into hell.  It all began by his opening a letter that was delivered to his house by mistake.   The letter was sent to "Michael List" with an address that was similar to his.  Actually, Michael never even looked at the envelop -- he just opened the letter along with the rest of the mail.  It was a strange letter that led him into the situation he now found himself in.

"Rub your cock against Michelle's lips", ordered Mistress.  "That's it! 
Now, Michelle!  Lick the head of John's cock -- SOFTLY!  That's it! 
Now take the head and suck it into your mouth.  OH, what a LOVELY
cocksucker!  Take it in, Michelle.  You KNOW you want to become a
cocksucker -- all pretty girls like you NEED to suck cock.  That's right. Take more of John's cock.  Let it slide to the back of your mouth -- FARTHER, bitch!  I want you to PUMP his cock while you suck it back and forth -- back and forth.  Feel it pulsate in your mouth -- taste the precum boiling in his balls.  Suck it, my little bitch!    What a
BEAUTIFUL cocksucker you make!  MY cocksucker.  MY whore!"

Michael was mindlessly following his Mistress's orders, sucking his first cock and still thinking about how he became trapped in this nightmare.

The letter was simple and to the point:

Dear Michael,

I have pictures developed of you selecting some fine panties and lingerie from Penny's.  I also have pictures of you IN those panties playing with that hard cock through the satin material.  Unless you want your wife and boss to receive copies of these pictures, then you must meet me at Gilroy's Pub this Friday at 6:00 p.m.  

ps.  Be sure to be wearing your pink panties and a matching bra.  I will
want to see you in them or your wife will get these pictures on Saturday.

Amber

Michael had a secret.  He WAS a crossdresser -- a closet crossdresser.  
He had a secret stash of lingerie including some pink satin panties and some bras etc. that he had purchased over the years.  And, indeed, he HAD recently purchased some satin panties from Penny's -- and as he 
frequently did -- he HAD masturbated while wearing them.  How could anyone know?  And better yet -- how could she have gotten PICTURES of him in his feminine finery?

"SUCK it, Michelle!  Make him CUM!  I want to see your mouth FILLED with that hot male juice.  SUCK him, bitch."

Michael was working John's hot cock to the limit and John was panting and ready to fill his mouth with cum.  He couldn't really resist doing  what he was doing because of all the blackmail evidence Amber had against him.  But more than that -- he had been brainwashed through some very sophisticated mind-control techniques.  He wished he COULD stop what he was doing, but he couldn't even if he tried.

And then it happened.  John grunted and tensed up as the first wave of
cum hit the back of Michelle's throat.  It was hot and was followed 
swiftly by a second and then a third and then a fourth wave of cum.  His cheeks bulged and cum began dribbling out of his mouth and down his cheeks. 

"SWALLOW it, bitch!", ordered Amber.  Michael began swallowing his first load of cum.  "Don't you DARE waste a drop!  That's it.  Lick him clean!  Look here -- I want to get it ALL for the camera!  That's my pretty cocksucking bitch!"

He had become a cocksucker shemale slut, just like Amber had said he
would.  As John wiped his cock against Michelle's mouth and then her
breasts, Michelle slumped over in a heap and cried.  There was no turning back now.  She had won.  Amber had turned him into her slave.  His life was over.

**********

Part Two

Michael looked the letter over in a state of panic not knowing quite what to do.  How could ANYONE know his secret?  Not even his WIFE knew what he was doing in the privacy of his stolen moments.  But the letter  was clear.  Either he had to meet this "Amber" at Gilroy's on Friday or his wife, Sandy, would find out all about his secret life.  Michael just KNEW that this would destroy her.

The next two days were pure hell as Mike decided to throw away all his female clothing and get on the straight track once he confronted this blackmail broad.  But first he had to find out what pictures she had of him and how she had taken them without his knowledge.  

Friday morning Mike made an excuse to Sandy that he would be out quite late at a business meeting and that she shouldn't wait up for him.  It was a long day for Mike who was made even MORE uncomfortable by having to wear his pink panties and bra under his work clothes.  Every time he moved he could feel the silk against his skin and the tightness of the bra against his chest.  He kept his coat on all day, knowing that someone would surely SEE the outline of the bra if he took the coat off.  He couldn't WAIT to get this whole thing behind him.

At 5:30 mike left the office and drove to Gilroy's, a seedy bar along a 
strip of adult theaters and bookstores.  He went inside and sat at a table.  A young waitress took his order -- a beer was all he wanted.  Mike couldn't help but notice that the waitress was an attractive young girl -- tight short shorts -- tighter little wrap around her big breasts which revealed a lot of flesh and the clear silhouette of her lovely nipples.  Her long, shapely legs caused a stir in Michael's panties as he watched her walk back to the bar with her ass wiggling so invitingly.  

Before she brought the drink back, Mike heard the clicking of heels 
behind his table.  He looked around to see an even MORE beautiful woman approaching his table.  As she came close to his table, Mike said:  "Are YOU Amber?"  

Amber stopped and looked at Mike and said, "Yes, I am!  Do I know you?"

Mike said, "I got your letter and want to know what this whole thing is
about!"  

"My letter?" said Amber with a look of curiosity.

"YOU know -- the one where you told me to be here and to -- to -- to 
dress for you."

"I think I better sit down," said Amber quickly assessing the situation. 
"What is your name, young man?"

Mike was taken back by a woman who looked younger than him calling him "young man!"   

"Michael Lester," said Mike.  

"Let me SEE the letter," said Amber.  Mike reached into his pocket and gave Amber the letter.  She looked at it, recognizing the letter.  She had sent to another slave named Michael List, and adapted to the quirk of fate which brought this new slave to her.  "YES!  The LETTER!" she mused.   Somehow the letter had been delivered to the wrong address - and SOMEHOW this new slave had found himself vulnerable to the letter.

"Do you have your panties and bra on?" she asked him while looking him over.  As Mike nodded she said, "Take your coat off and sit close to me."

Mike did as she commanded.  Sitting close to her he could take in the
aroma of the most seductive perfume he could remember smelling.  It
filled his senses and almost made him lose track of what he was there to accomplish.  But before he could utter a word, Amber had draped her arm around him, feeling for the bra he wore underneath.  

"I trust your panties match your bra," she said matter-of-factly.  

"Listen here, lady," Mike responded.  He felt it was time to take some
control back and put this lady in her place.  "I don't know what kind of
game you're playing, but it won't work with me!"  He was about to
continue when Amber swiftly swung her hand and slapped him smartly in the face.  This stopped not only Michael, but also the young waitress who had just returned with his beer.  

"You'll NEVER address me in that manner, young lady!" she said.  "You belong to ME now and I will ask the questions."  

Michael stopped his diatribe, stunned by the sudden aggressive response of the Mistress.  His face turned crimson red as the young waitress smiled at the blossoming situation and set down his drink.  As she walked away Amber said, "Before there can be any explanations you must follow me."

Amber slid out of her seat and walked toward the restrooms with Michael in tow.  She opened the door to the Ladies' Room and motioned for him to follow her.  He did, not knowing quite what else to do.  As Amber locked the door behind them, she commanded him to drop his pants so she could see his panties and to open his shirt.  

Michael hesitated -- a move which brought on another sharp slap across the face.  Mike was SURE that everyone in the establishment could hear that one.

"Let ME do it, slut," Amber said as she began unbuttoning his shirt.  She smiled when she saw the pink, lacy bra.   "Now the pants", she said as she undid his belt and unbuckled his britches.  "Cute panties -- nice match," was all she said.  Then, pulling out two small breast forms, she began to tuck them into Mike's bra.  "That's MUCH better," she said as she commanded him to put himself back together.  "Oh yes!  Leave the top three buttons undone," she said as she unlocked the door and walked out of the room.  

Mike quickly put himself together and followed her back to their table as every eye in the place was riveted in their direction.  No longer did his shirt hide the bra, for the breast forms had filled him out nicely.  They moved realistically and swayed as he walked back to the table.  The pink material was clearly visible through the open crack of the front of his shirt.  He slid into the booth next to her and kept his eyes down.

"How did you get pictures of me?" asked Mike.  "I'd like to have them
back, if you would."

Amber said nothing but only looked at him with a wicked smile.  

"Please, I'll do anything you ask -- just don't show the pictures to my
wife," Mike pleaded.

"Anything?" asked Amber.

"Yes!" said Mike realizing how serious the situation was becoming.

The waitress was returning to the table to see if there was anything else she could bring for this unusual couple -- and as she approached Mike put his arms up to his chest to hide the bulge of his new breasts.  

"ARMS DOWN!" commanded Amber as the waitress got to the table.  

"Is there anything else I can get for you?" she asked with a giggle to 
her voice as she saw the pink bra pushing out the front of Mike's shirt.  

"Just bring her the check," Amber said.  The girl left, not believing 
what she was witnessing.  Michael was devastated!

Amber put her arm around Mike once again, touching his neck with her hand.  Suddenly, Mike felt a penetration of a sharp object in his neck.   Amber had injected something into mike through a special ring she was wearing on her finger.  The ring was filled with a special drug which immediately began racing through Mike's blood system.  It was a hypnotic drug.

"Ow!", said Mike -- but that was about all he was able to get out as dark
spots began to dance in front of his eyes.  

"Relax", said Amber.  "That's just a little medicine to make you feel 
better
about yourself.  you're relaxing now -- aren't you?  you can feel your
whole body relax under my care."

mike couldn't help himself as he felt his body relaxing more than he had
ever experienced before.  he began to slump a bit as Amber continued to
talk.  

"you're falling deeper and deeper into my control -- AREN'T you
michelle?", Amber asked.  mike nodded as he looked deeply into her eyes. 
"you're MINE now, michelle -- your mind cannot think without me." 
mike tried to resist by shaking his head, but he could not break contact
with her deep, dark eyes.  "you want to follow me, michelle.  you want to
go where I go.  you have no thoughts of your own -- no will power,
michelle.  Only I can think for you."  michelle looked and knew that he
was under some sort of spell and that he would follow Mistress Amber
wherever she led him.

"you will pay the bill at the bar and follow me to my car", said Amber. 
"Make sure EVERYBODY can see your pretty tits on your way out!" 
Amber got up to leave and mike stood up.  he thrust his shoulders back
allowing his new tits to stick out proudly in front of him.  As he walked 
to
the bar he found that if he swayed his hips, his tits would sway as well. 
 he
had to show off his tits!  Everyone just watched without saying a word as
mike threw a ten dollar bill on the bar and then followed his Mistress to
her car.

She didn't know how it had happened, but she had just acquired a new
slave.   Now it was time to find out who he was!

****************

Part Three

he was supposed to be at a meeting, but here he was seated next to a
beautiful female as she drove him to her lair.  he had left his car 
behind
and was dressed in his suit with panties and a filled-out bra under his
clothes.  They said nothing as they crossed town to a secluded house in 
the
country.

"Follow me, young lady", said Amber as she stopped the car and walked
into the house.  mike followed, knowing that he was in some deep trouble. 
he was unable to resist her commands due to the injection she had given
him back at the bar.  It was a powerful hypnotic which made him MORE
than susceptible to Amber's mental control.  It was necessary if she were
to conquer this new male and turn him into her slave.  Besides, she
couldn't allow him to leave the bar with any knowledge of her.

"Strip to your panties and bra", said Amber.  mike took off his clothes 
and
stood in front of her in his pink panties and filled-out bra.  "SIT", 
said
Amber.  "TELL me about yourself, michelle", Amber commanded.  For
the next hour mike told her all about himself.  he told her about his
childhood, his wife, his daughter, his job, his hobbies, and even his 
secret
fetish for women's clothing.  he told her things that he had never 
revealed
to another individual before.  

Amber took it all in, making notes and asking probing questions to get a
full understanding of who her new slave was and how he had fallen into
her grasp.  "I have great plans for you, michelle", said Amber when she
finished the interview.  "But first we have some work to do."

She made mike sit in a chair in the middle of the room.  Darkening the
room, she turned on a projector which showed a spiraling wheel.  "Look at
the wheel, michelle", she said.  As mike looked at the wheel drawing him
in, Amber gave him another injection.  This time he didn't even wince at
the prick of the needle.

"you're MY crossdresser now, mike", said Amber.  "Soon you will
become MY little girl -- my SLUT -- my WHORE!  your NAME is
michelle!  Who ARE you?"

mike looked into the spiral and said, "i am michelle, your girl!"

"That's right, michelle.  you belong to ME now -- and you LOVE being a
girl.  you want to live and dress as a girl in every way that I tell you 
to. 
you HATE thinking of yourself as a man, because your MY slave now and
you will do ONLY what I command."

"i am a girl", said mike falling deeper and deeper under Amber's spell.

"Girls are SMOOTH and SEXY -- AREN'T they, michelle"

"Yes, Mistress", said mike.

"you WANT to be smooth for me, DON'T you, michelle?", asked Amber.

"i want to be smooth", said mike.

"you want your legs and your breasts to be soft and smooth -- you want to
be pretty for me -- you are unable to resist, because you are MY whore
now."

"i am your whore", said mike.

On and on the process went until mike finally dozed off into a deep 
sleep. 
When he awoke, he found himself laying on a cot still in his panties and
bra.

"My little michelle has come back to us", said Amber.  

"Yes, Mistress", said mike unsure of why he had called her Mistress and
why he was dressed in this manner in front of her.  All he knew was that
he couldn't find the mobility to get out of there.

"Time for your shower", Amber said.  mike followed up the stairs to the
bath.  As Amber took off his panties and bra mike stood by helplessly. 
She used a clippers to take off most of his body hair, and then she 
coated
his body with a sweet smelling pink lotion.  After several minutes, she 
told
him to shower it off.  Walking out of the shower he found that he was
nude of all body hair.  

"Who are you?", asked mike finally finding his tongue.

"I'm your new owner", said Amber -- "and you may call me Mistress
Amber!"

"Mistress Amber, what's happening to me?", asked mike wondering why
he was powerless before this lovely lady.

"you've fallen under my SPELL, michelle.  you belong to ME now -- and
we're going to turn you into a PRETTY little slut and whore.  Soon you'll
be making a lot of money for me -- ESPECIALLY after we get you some
breasts of your own!"

mike listened as Amber told him what She had planned for him.  he was to
become a shemale slave.  Never again would he see his wife and child.  he
would be kept at the mansion until he was thoroughly conditioned to his
new life as a street whore.  

As She put makeup on him for the first time She continued to tell him
about his fate.  he would learn how to suck cock and become a fast fuck
for anyone who had a twenty dollar bill.  Before the end of summer, he
would have large breasts, shapely hips -- thin waist -- suckable lips --
shapely legs -- and a dynamite ass.  he would be conditioned to not only
WANT sex, but to NEED it as well.  

he was in his panties again -- and his bra.  Perfume was added before
Amber put a thin blouse on him which revealed his bosom nicely.  A short
mini skirt did nothing to hide his pretty pink panties -- and 3" heels 
were
added to give shape to his legs.  "It's not bad for a beginning", said
Amber.  "John doesn't mind if you still need some work -- all HE wants is
that mouth of yours around his hard cock!"   She was getting him ready 
for
his first cocksucking lesson!

Amber LOVED to find guys like mike and break them.  She made her
living turning men into shemales -- and quite against their will!  Her
transformation of them was ALWAYS permanent!  As she looked over
her latest prey, she smiled knowing that mike would bring in a lot of
money to her coffers.  he would make a FINE whore and a suitable slut.

************

he swallowed the load -- ALL of it.  And as he began to harden once again
Mistress Amber lowered his pink panties and bent him over the chair. 
Lesson two was about to begin as michelle's pussy was about to be
discovered by its first cock.  

All because of a misdirected letter!  How curious life can get!

The end.

