How John Became Jessica

John grew up a happy boy. He wasn’t particularly feminine, though he didn’t behave quite as rough and tumble as his friends as a toddler. John did, however, have an unusual problem; he had extremely small genitalia. Doctors had told his parents, and later John himself, that it was unlikely he would ever be able to penetrate a woman, much less pleasure one. This is ultimately caused his problem, though it was only a “problem” for a very short time.
By the age of 33, John was still a virgin. Sure, he had had plenty of girlfriends, and had gotten intimate with many of them. It was just that whenever a girl would see his penis, she would just laugh until he pulled his pants back up, red as a beet. Eventually, he stopped trying to get laid and “decided” to wait until marriage for sex. This didn’t work out for him very well though, as most of the women who wanted to wait were Christian types who hated John’s demeanor.
This eventually led to his complete depression. He worked a boring job, in a boring cubicle, for a small salary. He’d come home to an empty house every day, and watch TV and masturbate, alternating, until he decided to go to sleep and start the cycle over again.
This is how John lived his pathetic existence for 15 years, but that changed on one spectacular night.

John’s birthday came and went every year. He’d celebrate by himself by going out and buying himself a couple beers. Other than work, this was the only time he interacted with people on a social level the whole year. It didn’t matter to him though; no one liked John, and he didn’t like anyone. So here he is, a sad, pathetic man drinking beer by himself in a dimly lit pub. Fate had other plans, though.
He left the pub and hailed a taxi. He got in and gave the driver directions. It wasn’t for about 10 minutes that John realized he wasn’t going home. Trying to redirect the cab driver, he leaned forward over the front seat. The last thing he remembers before blacking out is the pressure of the chloroform pressed over his face.

John suddenly woke. He couldn’t see anything, and his limbs wouldn’t respond to his will to move. He tried speaking, only to find that when he did all he heard was a female sounding voice, mimicking with absolute precision every sound he uttered. He felt a soft tickle on his shoulders and head, but the rest of his body was cold. And his nipples… his nipples were hard. He could feel them in the cold, feel the vibrations in the when he talked. Strange, but he didn’t dwell on it long. He continued calling for help, but the female voice wouldn’t stop.
Suddenly, an extremely white, bright light snapped on, stunning him. He tried opening his eyes, but he still couldn’t see. He heard an extremely sexy, but dominant female voice command him to stop talking. When John demanded to know what was happening, she shoved a ball gag into his open mouth.
“That will keep you quite until you learn your place, you little whore. And you WILL learn your place.”
Images were starting to come back to his eyes. He saw that he was in a laboratory, and he was sitting on what seemed to be an operating table. He saw a computer screen nearby, and could make out the date. He realized with alarm it was two months after his birthday! That wasn’t the worst of it, though. He looked down with his now much narrower face at “his” body, but it wasn’t anything he recognized. He had the beginnings of large, feminine breasts, long, blonde hair, and a very sexy hourglass figure. His penis was still there, but was in a metal chastity cage.
His eyes widened with increasing horror as he took all this in. He then focused on the women who had gagged him. She was tall, with dark black hair down to her shoulders. She had perfect breasts, and sexy legs. She wore a leather black corset, a leather thong, and thigh high leather stilettos. She wore a look of disgust and contempt on her perfect face. This was one of the most beautiful women John had ever lain his eyes on.
“Surprised my cute little sissy?” she said, “Don’t be. This is what was meant to be. If it wasn’t, why would you have been born with this teeny little clitty?” Flicking his cock with her perfect fingers, she continued, “I am Mistress Cassandra. You will address me as such, or as Mistress, ma’am, or Goddess. Your name is Jessica. It always has been, and it always will be, and you’ll learn to LOVE that name. Understand?” When “Jessica” didn’t answer, Mistress Cassandra flipped. She straddled the table, sitting on Jessica’s stomach. Pinching Jessica’s nipples very hard, the harsh Mistress made herself perfectly clear to the world’s newest slut.
“I AM YOUR MISTRESS. You will obey me with absolute submission, and will answer me when I ask you a question. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”
Jessica, with tears in her eyes, slowly nodded, and satisfied her mistress with a muffled “Yes.”
Now she knew what that tickle was… it was her hair. Now she knew why she kept hearing a female voice mimic her own… it WAS her own voice. All this upset Jessica… but she was also aroused. Her “clitty” strained against its cage. Her nipples tingled, desperate for a soft touch, a lick, a pinch.
“Ooooh yes. Looks like my little estrogen hormones have been working nicely. Just look at those cute breasts. But not cute for long! Soon they’ll be just huge! You’ll be a double D yet, just you wait! Now its time to have some fun with you!”
Jessica quivered, though with fear or excitement, she couldn’t tell. This was going to be one hell of a ride

TO BE CONTINUED…