Chapter 1

David Smith, a strapping 21-year-old college swimmer, found himself lying naked on a plush bed, his arms and legs spread-eagle, as Dr. Johnson, a middle-aged psychiatrist, stood over him. David's heart pounded in his chest as he felt a cold sweat break out over his body. He had no idea how he got there, or what the psychiatrist had planned for him.

"Don't worry, David," Dr. Johnson said soothingly, noticing the fear in the young man's eyes. "I'm here to help you."

David couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as he looked up at the doctor. He had sought out Dr. Johnson's services, thinking the psychiatrist could help him improve his swimming times through hypnosis. But now, he wasn't so sure.

"What's going on, Doctor?" David asked, his voice shaking slightly.

"I'm going to help you unlock your true potential, David," Dr. Johnson replied, a sly smile crossing his face. "But first, I need you to relax."

With that, he reached over to a nearby table and picked up a syringe filled with a clear liquid. David's eyes widened in fear as he realized the doctor intended to drug him.

"No, please!" he cried out, trying to struggle against the restraints holding him down. "What are you doing?"

"Just trust me, David," Dr. Johnson said, as he injected the syringe into David's arm. "This will help you relax and open your mind to new experiences."

Within moments, David felt a warm, tingling sensation spreading throughout his body. His limbs felt heavy, and his mind grew foggy. He could feel himself slipping away into a deep, drug-induced sleep.

As David lay there, helpless and vulnerable, Dr. Johnson began to undress. He removed his shirt, revealing a muscular, hairy chest. Then, he slipped off his pants, revealing a thick, throbbing cock.

David couldn't believe what he was seeing. Was the doctor really going to take advantage of him in this state?

But before he could protest, Dr. Johnson was on top of him, his heavy body pressing down on David's. The psychiatrist's cock pressed against David's ass, and David could feel the tip of it probing at his entrance.

"No, please!" David cried out, but his words were muffled by the drugs.

Dr. Johnson ignored his protests and pushed himself inside, burying his cock deep inside David's tight, virgin hole. David screamed out in pain as the psychiatrist began to thrust, his cock filling and stretching him in a way he had never experienced before.

The drugs made everything feel surreal, like it was happening to someone else. David couldn't believe this was happening to him. He had always identified as straight, but now he found himself being fucked by a man.

But as the psychiatrist continued to fuck him, something strange started to happen. David could feel himself becoming aroused. He couldn't believe it, but he was getting turned on by the sensation of the older man's cock inside him.

Dr. Johnson must have noticed the change in David's body because he started to fuck him harder, his balls slapping against David's ass. David could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, and before he knew it, he was cumming, his load spurting out and coating his stomach.

Dr. Johnson continued to fuck him, drawing out every last bit of pleasure from David's body. Finally, with a grunt, he pulled out and cummed, his load shooting out and mixing with David's.

As David lay there, spent and exhausted, he couldn't help but wonder what had just happened. Had the doctor really changed him? Had he turned him gay?

Dr. Johnson pulled out a small device from his pocket and held it over David's face.

"Don't worry, David," he said, as David's eyes grew heavy and he slipped back into unconsciousness. "This will help you accept your new identity."

Over the next several months, David found himself changing in ways he had never expected. He started to become more feminine, his movements and gestures becoming more delicate and graceful. He also found himself becoming more and more attracted to men, his body responding to their touches and caresses in ways it never had before.

Dr. Johnson continued to work with him, using drugs and hypnosis to reprogram his mind. David was powerless to resist, his subconscious mind becoming more and more open to the changes being forced upon it.

Eventually, the day came when Dr. Johnson was ready to turn David over to his billionaire benefactor. He drugged David once again, and before he knew it, he was being loaded onto a private jet.

When David awoke, he found himself on a private island, surrounded by other young men, all of them dressed in revealing outfits and made up to look feminine. They all greeted him warmly, welcoming him to his new home.

As David looked around, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. What had happened to him? How had he ended up here?

But as the days passed, he found himself becoming more and more comfortable in his new life. He started to enjoy the attention he received from the other men, and he even found himself becoming attracted to them.

In the end, David had been transformed from a straight college swimmer into a feminine gay man, all thanks to the machinations of Dr. Johnson and his billionaire benefactor. And there was no going back.