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All subject material of this story therin is meant spescificly for the reading of adults 18 and older. If you are not of legal age, then do not read this story.
This story contains graphic descriptions of forced femminization, rape, and forced sexual acts of minors.
----------------------The Truth-------------------
You people make me laugh. Even on my damndest days, all I have to do is think of you people sitting at your computers, jerking off to bullshit stories all about someone being forcibly femminized, and then the writer claiming that it's all true, even though you know it's a lie deep down, you don't want to admit to yourselves in fear of losing your present chubby.
Yes. You people make me laugh. Probably even more so because I used to be just like you. Yeah, I read the stories, downloaded the porn, subscribed to every group that had anything to do with Transsexuals, she-males, etc..I even knew all the names of the famous TS' like Dany Evangelista, Camillia DeCastro, Danielle Chambers, and many, many more. I was definately hardcore into the whole thing. But now...now I'm different.
Oh, don't think that I'm trying to say that I've stopped, and now I'm better ; moraly, and than you. Not at all, you see, I'm much worse now. Much, much worse.
You see, there's one thing that , even as a child watching movies and TV, I always craved for, and that was realism.
Realism has always seemed to be a key to getting off for me. Any doubt, and the moment is gone. So that is why the futher I got into the whole forcibly Femminized thing, the harder it became to get hard. I just couldn't focus anymore with all the things that were so repititious, and not to mention stupid. If it was something that I hadn't heard before, then it was something that was so unbelievable that I spent most the time scrolling down the screen with a limp dick in my hand waiting for anything to start on (I'm sure you've been there as well).
I hope I haven't bored you already. I'm basicly trying to convene to you that with no options left, I did what no ther man would do in my situation.
I acted on my fantasies.
That is why now, I must be very careful with what I disclose in this "story". I really shouldn't be writing anything about this at all, but you see, I've always wanted to be a writer. Plus I love the idea of throwing some realism in fray with the rest of the nasty, redundant bullshit.
What I'm telling you is this : Everything I write in this, is real. I am no bullshitter. You can believe me whether you wish to or not. No matter which, if you dig deep enough you'll know that I'm for real.
I will also tell you now that in the past nine years, I have found out a great deal about myself and my fellow man. What I've found out is simply that man is sheep, and I am a perverted, insane, and massively callous and disturbed person. I have no wants other than my own needs, and no needs other than my own wants. Anything else is none of my concern.
If the idea of total realism disconcerts you then turn back now. 'Cause I'll spare no detail. I will tell you of all the blood, decribe to you the pitch of thier screams, and explain to you most articulately every thing I've done in the past four years to men, women and children.
Let's get started!
----------------------Beginnings------------------
I won't go into detail about when and how I came to my more than bothersome idea, and then set it to be my goal. I really want to tell you about my first subject, but first I should set the scene.
It all started when I stepped off the plane, onto Japan. I was nineteen. I had a little over a hundred thousand to my name, which was just enough to get started in Tokyo, Japan.
I had everything ready. The money, the skills, the contacts, know-how, and most importantly, the firm resolve to see it done to the end. I knew what I was doing, even though I'd never done it before.
The first thing I did, was find where my job was at. I had already secured a job a few months before, while I was still living in America. A friend I grew up with knew my love for Japanese culture, and my desire to live in Japan, so when her Japanese reletives came for a visit to America, and stayed at her house, her and I both realized that this was an opportunity I couldn't miss, so she invited me over for dinner.
Her uncle, aunt, and cousin were not only taken aback by a gaijin eating dinner with them at thier family table, but were possitively dumbstruck, when he spoke fluent Japanese, and exercised just as much Japanese table manner tradition as they did (I was more than a little proud of myself).
After dinner, my friend dropped a few obvious hints that I wanted to go to Japan and live thier for a while, but knew that I wouldn't be able to find a good enough job to support myself. Her uncle who was so impressed by me, told me that when I got to Tokyo, a job would be waiting for me. I was walking on air that night.
But let me get back on track here and tell you the real story.
So there I was in Japan. By the first month I had found a small apartment close enough to work where I only had to ride the rail train for thirty minutes to get there. I got along with the people there well enough, either they were so suprized at how close I was to being actual japanese that they liked me, or so suprized that they didn't. I mean it is a little difficult to fit in when you're as pale as I am, and 6'-2" in a continent whose people's average hieght is 5'-8". My land lady especially didn't like me at all. She would knock on my door at least twice a week telling me that she'd had so many complaints about all the noise I was supposedly making, but she never did throw me out.
It was some time in my fourth month when I set my plan into action. With a new promotion that I had gotten from my friends uncle, who was now my boss, my new job description was to find and sign talents that help the company's growing need for consumer recondnition and trust (Don't ask me to explain it anymore, cause I did't even understand it myself). But with this promotion I could basicly work at home, and use my time to do whatever I pleased ; as long as I got results, but that wasn't too hard (especially when you're an American. Everybody already thinks that you know all there is to know about talent, so you could sign anyone). With my new free time I had been doing a bit of real-estate searching out in the open country near the middle of Japan, when I found the perfect place!
A small house right in the middle of BFE. The nearest niehbor was a factory that produced shampoo or something, and they were more than eighty miles away. It was about a three and a half hour drive from Tokyo to there, but it was a perfect place to get started.
I bought the whole property for less than it would cost to buy a used car from a lot back home, and I started on it imediately. I once read in a story of how a rich man commisioned several different contractors to work on the same house, but different parts, so that no one knew exactly what they were building ; so not only did the house with all it's strange addages get built, but it got built with most of it's secrets intact as well. I followed this tactic word for word. When it was done, it was quite the little fortress. I had the contractors extend the cellar so that it expanded a bit further from the house. I then had the whole cellar made into a small kind of clinic. I had six cells, all 8' by 10' with padded, sound-proof walls. I then had amoured doors at both ends of the main downstairs hall ; one door leading to a small emamining room, and the other to the house upstairs. With the rest of the house already furnished and, ready to be lived in, the first part of my plan was done.
It was time to find my first subject.
------------------------The First--------------------
After almost another month of searching, I finally found what I was looking for.
It was an orphanage for boys, and I'm telling you they didn't give a shit where these kids went. The whole faculty there was almost too eager to get rid of their children. I was a bit suprized when the head mistress didn't ask me if I wanted two for the price of one.
So when I left, I was carrying a boy whose only given name was Jiru. I had asked the Orphanage more about his history, but all they knew was the name they called him by. They told me that an old man had left him there when he was still newly born. He'd never left the orphanage, until now.
I really don't know why I picked him, I mean I really didn't even look around at hardly any of the other boys. He was one of the first ones I saw who fit the bill I was looking for : thin, effeminate, between 8 and 15. so I picked him. Honestly, I think that at that point, I just wanted to get the hell out of there as soon as possible.
But to this day I have no real complaints about Jiru, he was a good first subject.
The whole drive to the house was a bit uncomfortable. Jiru, who'd never left the orphanage, thus never been in a car, was extremely excited, and paranoid. His face was almost literally plastered to the passenger window. I remember looking over at him while he watched, wide-eyed, at the scenery whizzing by, and I thought to myself, "Knowing what I'm about to do with this boy, does that make me a bad man?", then I looked at his extremely thin arms, all the knotts in his bones showing through his thin viel of skin from mal-nourishment, and I thought in response : "No more bad than I'd be if I just left him at the orphanage".
It was an eight hour drive to the house from the orphanage, at maybe half way through, I pulled into a gas station. I remember thanking my lucky stars twice at that very moment. For not only was I extremely lucky to find a gas station when I was on only vapors, but there was a McDonalds across the street. I was so happy in that one moment to see a McDonalds, that a huge grin appeared on my face like a fool. I mean here I was, a guy, who back in America was soley dependant on junk food, and now I suddenly realized that I'd been eating fish, and freeze-dried noodles for the past five months.
I wasted no time in filling up. As soon as I was done I zipped over to the Micky-D's, jumped out of the car, and rushed in like a bat out of hell. As I was standing there debating over my to-be junk food dinner, I suddenly realized that I had adopted a child today, and I just left him in the car whilst I went to get some McDonalds. I turned around to go back to the car when I saw jiru outside the glass door. He was just standing there, staring at me through the door, looking like at any minute, he was going to start crying. It was then that I felt like a total peice of shit. This kid had gone through a hell of alot today, and was soon about to go through a hell of alot more, the least I could do was be considerate.
I walked over and opened the doors for him, took him by the hand and led him to the counter. I ordered two Big-Macs, large fries and soda. When we sat down with our food, and I gave him what I ordered for him, his mouth dropped, and his eyes got huge with disbelief. I recall now how cute the look he gave me was through that gaping mouth and giant eyes, as if to say, "You've got to be kidding!", but when I nodded to him to start eating, he wasted no time. In not even three minutes he'd finished his entire meal, and was eyeing mine hungrily. I finished what I could, which was very little seeing as I've always had a small stomach. I gave my left-overs to the boy whom happily sucked down what was left in a matter of secounds, then told him it was time to leave.
When we got back in the car, Jiru looked up at me and said, "Where to now?"
Those were the first words he'd said all day.
"Home." I told him.
"Home." He said, then closed his eyes, and fell fast asleep, his hands wrapped around his newly round belly.
-----------------------Jiru's New Life-----------------------
Jiru was still asleep when we got to the house, and he had just woken up when I set him on his new bed in his new room. He sat up to look around himself in the plain white padded room that was now his. When he asked where we were, I told him we were in his room.
He again gave me that wide-eyed stare of disbelief, "My room?"
"Yes. A brand new room made just for you. And tomorrow I'll bring in all the other brand new things, just for you."
He looked like he was about to say either thank you or no way, but I held up my hand to stop him, then said : "But I'll only give you these things, and let you stay here, Jiru, if you promise to follow my rules and do exactly as I say. Okay?"
He looked around his new room again, in a small show that he was giving the deal some serious thought, then looked back at me and nodded his head sagely,"Hai."
"Good," I told him. "now go to sleep. We got a big day tomorrow." I pulled the covers over him, turned of the lights, stepped out and quietly locked the door.
The next morning, while Jiru was still asleep, I slipped into the mini-clinic and into his room and removed a small panel from the wall. Behind it was a sheet of plexi-glass, and behind that, was a 12" cable television (I had prearranged the cable channels to be only cooking chanels, womens clothing networks, and everything else that only a woman would watch). I then brought in Jiru's new dresser, full of all his new clothes. When I was setting it in place next to the nightstand by his bed, he woke up.
There wasn't an ounce of sleepiness in him as he shot up to look at the new things I was bringing him. He didn't say a word the whole time I was bringing in his book shelf with a few books a had picked up (All basicly romance novels, pro-femmininity crap, and cookbooks. After everything was in place, I left and came back with his breakfast : Ham'n'eggs, Bacon and toast, with a large glass of OJ. He was still in bed when I came back in, which was perfect seeing as I had all the food on a bed tray. When I set the tray on his lap he gave me a look mixed with grattitude and uncertainty.
Before he started on the food, I told him to take the vitamins by the orange juice, he swalloed them fast with a large swig from the OJ, then went to work on the food. The vitamins I told him to take, were male hormone blockers, while the OJ, was filled with powerful dosages of estrogen. At night, before he went to bed, I would give him an injection of more female hormones.
While he was eating, I took this time to give him a small inspection. He calmly ignored me as I looked through his shoulder length hair at his scalp, for lice or anything else. I checked his heart rate under the nape of his neck and timed his breathing. He was perfectly healthy, with the exception of mal-nourishment. I jugded him to be about fourteen. His only physical flaw I found was his missing right middle toe.
By the time I was done with my inspection, he ws done eating. He drank the last of his orange juice, then looked to me, waiting for whatever was next. I picked up the tray and told him to follow me. I led him to the Examining room, which had a shower and bathtub in an adjorning room. I set the tray down on a counter, and took Jiru into the bathroom. After I turned on the bath, I began undressing him. He was obviously used to this sort of thing, 'cause he just stood there calmly, waiting to get in the bath. I finished pulling his socks off, then told him to get in.
He jumped in the bath, then sat there, waiting for me to start scrubbing him clean. This kid was plainly used to some sort of routine. After we scrubbed his body sqeaky-clean, he got out, and I dried him off. I then led him back to his room. When I set him on the bed, I went to the dresser and pulled out his clothes. He gave me a look that I must be crazy when I handed him his new clothes. He looked them over, then looked up to me, "These are girls clothes," he said.
"Yes, I know." I told him matter of factly.
"I can't wear these," he set the clothes on the nightstand and shook his head. "I'm not a girl."
I simply crossed my arms over my chest, to give myself a very imposing look. "You are now." I picked the dress and blouse up and set them on his lap. "I have adopted you, and now you are my child. But I do not want a son, I want a daughter. I have given you a new room, a new bed, new clothes, and a new name. If you do not want any of these things, say so, and I'll take you back to the orphanage."
He sat there for a moment, quietly. For a second, I thought he was going to cry again, but he looked at me and said, "What's my new name?"
I smiled in spite of my victory. He must have thought I was proud or something of his accepting to be a girl, 'cause he smiled back at me. "Kei," I told him. "Your new name is Kei."
-------------------------Developments-----------------------
As the weeks went by, Kei and I settled into a kind of routine. I would stay home for most the week, make sure he got his meals and medication. On the days I did go to Tokyo, it was usually to check in at the office, and talk with my boss, who was always more than happy with the results I gave him each week. He talked to me a few times about another promotion if I wanted it, but I always told him that I liked what I was doing now, and wanted to do it for a while longer. He never showed he had a problem with this, but still encouraged me to take the promotion, while it was there for the taking, every time I came by.
After my usual visits to the office, I would stop by at a store to get groceries, and then another to get recordable disks for the digital camera videos that were constsantly recording Kei in his bedroom.
When I got back to the house I would put away my groceries, and then make my way down to the mini-clinic, and into the small security room by the door to the stairs. Once there, I would check surveilance on Kei, then copy all the recorded data onto a disk, catalogue it for futher editing, and then delete it from the hard-drive to save space.
This was what my plan had been the whole time. Not to just forcibly femminize a child for my own perverted sexual needs, but to record it, edit it, and then mrket the mother fucker. 'Cause I knew then just as you know now that any one of us would pay every penny we had just to see the begiining and finished product. Forced femminization, from beginning to end, all on tape. What pervert wouldn't sell everything he had for that?
After about six months, Kei already had breasts. He had been complaining about his chest itching for the past three months, until finally in his bedroom I told him what the itching was. I had a video camera recording us as I looked at his bare fourteen year old chest now sporting two swelling breasts."The itching is your breasts growing," I told him matter of factly. He just gave me a blank stare, "Boobs." I told him, "you're growing boobs. Right now, it looks like you've got almost a B' cup."
I could see alot of emotion running over his face. "I can't grow boobs..." he said real quietly.
"'Course you can," I reassured him. "all girls do, and by the looks of it now, when you hit your late teens, you'll be a hottie!"
That did it.
All those high dosages of mood-swinging estrogen finally took action!
"I'M NOT A GIRL!" he screamed and then stood as if to hit me. But I was ready for this. I had been planning this moment when I first noticed the growths two months ago.
I grabbed his flailing arms by the wrists before they could hit me. I stood up, and towering above him, I forced him back down to the bed. I pinned his kicking legs down with my knees, using an old trick my brother used to use on me, then I held both his squirming wrists in my left hand while I put my finger right in his face. "Wrong!", I yelled at him, "You are a girl! If not in soul then in body! BUT YOU ARE A GIRL!" I grabbed one of his small tits, and roughly pinched and teased the nipple while massaging the whole breast at the same time. His breathing got heavier, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head, but he was still squirming. "SEE!" I screamed, "You have TITS! Only girls have tits, so you are a GIRL! But if you don't want to act like a girl, then I'll have to show you how to be a girl!"
Even at fourteen years old, he knew what was coming. 'Cause his eyes suddenly got real big, and he started screaming, "NAI, NAI, NAI!!! (NO,NO,NO!!!)."
But I wasn't going to stop now. I had been waiting for this forever!
With my fee hand, I quickly undid my pants and pulled down my boxers. My erection came to full attention, at about seven inchs at full hardness. Kei was only wearing panties and socks, so this wasn't going to be too difficult. I was getting tired of holding his wrists, so I pulled off his pink socks and tied each of his arms over his head, to the metal bed frame. Now with his arms tied, he really started to freak out. He jerked his body back and forth, trying in some irrational, desperate atempt to get free. I gradually overpowered him, and spread his legs apart for a full view of his - thanks to the estrogen - plump, panty-clad ass. He wasn't going anywhere.
I grabbed the pantys, and tore them in half, exposing his vulnerability. But, as much as I didn't want to, I delayed insertion, I thought it best to get him worked up a bit first.
I licked my fingers, and slowly inserted my pinky into his ass, with the rest of my hand free, I groped and played with his small, hairless balls. Even through the screaming and stuggling, he still got hard, and I was suprized too, because for only fourteen years old, he had an erection almost as big as mine. With my left hand finger-fucking him, and groping his balls, I sent my right to play with his newly aquired tits. I massaged and teased one, while I leaned down and sucked the other. Already his stuggles were getting weaker as his breathing and arousal were getting heavier.
He started saying stop, and repeating "Don't," over and over, but he was also arching his back, and biting his lower lip. I took my finger out of his ass, and instead of teasing his balls, I began jerking him off. I was sucking on one of his tits so hard that I think I made the nipple longer. I lifted my mouth from his breast and gently bit and kissed my way down his tanned nubile body. He was still screaming 'no' and 'stop' every now and then, until I took him in mouth.
He let out a large gasp, arched his back again, and bucked his hips. I nibbled a little as I sucked his cock, and he started to roughly hump my face. At first it was erattic and untimed, but then he became very calm, quiet, and lifted his hips to my face at a slow rythemed pace.
Something must have pulled him out of his reviere, because he suddenly stopped and let out a piercing cry, then with eyes full of tears, began screaming and fighting again. He started sobbing and calling me names, like 'monster', and 'rapist', then yelling 'no' and 'stop' all over again. I knew now it was time.
I spit on my hand and roughly shoved my index and middle finger up inside of him. He screamed like the girl I was about to make him into, looking down at me with my digits probing his anus, his jiggling breasts obscuring his view.
I had him pretty moist now, and I removed my fingers from him. "You're a girl all right," I said as I placed my now rock hard cock at the tip of his hole, "You're MY girl!", and I took him.
He screamed at the top of his lungs when I suddenly pushed into him. He sreamed so loud that my ears were ringing. Sobs began to rack his body as I pressed into him all the way. I worked my way in and out slowly for the first ten minutes, trying to get him to ease up, but then began picking up a gradual pace. Seeing as now I didn't have to concentrate as much on pumping him, I turned my attention back to his breasts. First I leaned back down and began kissing his neck, and nibbling his ear lobes, then I went back to my 'tweaking one nipple while sucking the other', method.
Kei was now limp. He was still breathing, but he seemed to have come to accept what was happening to him. His eyes were open and staring at the ceiling above us, his face all wet from tears, and sweat. His mouth was opened wide, and he let out a gasp with each of my thrusts. He stayed like that for a little while, but after an hour, he closed his eyes and began breathing hard again. At this time, I was pumping in and out at a good medium pace.
My thrusts were getting stronger, and as I felt my climax coming soon I started pumping faster and faster. That's when Kei wrapped his legs around my back, and started meeting my thrusts with his own. Sweat was dropping from my head to Kei's breasts, and now he was moaning, and making small girlie sounds while pressing me forward more with his legs around my back, and pushing against me more with his thrusting.
I was right on the edge, but before I could let go, I had to do one more thing. "What are you?", I asked between grunts.
"Girl," he gasped back.
But that wasn't good enough. "What are you?" I asked again.
"I'm YOUR girl!" He said, and that was it. I was on my knees as I lifted him by his hips at an angle, and shot my seed into him. I gave a few more thrusts, then lay on top of him. I was still teasing his swollen nipple when I started to kiss him. At first, I could tell he was still repulsed by the idea of doing anything like that with a guy, but seeing as I had just virtually sowed all there was of his male ego, he gave in, and started to kiss back.
I untied his wrists which were now all red, and while he started rubbing blood back into them, I went back down and gave him another blow job. This time with his hands pushing the back of my head deeper onto him, I didn't stop till he too came.
After we were done, I gave him a bath, then took a shower myself. I brought him down dinner later that day, and then at night, I found myself walking into his bedroom in the dark, and slipping into the bed next to his warm, naked body. We did the whole thing over again, except this time, Kei didn't put up a fight at all, he actually came quite a few more times than I did myself that night.
---------------------Epilogue-------------------
After Kei had stayed with me for a liitle more than a year and a half, he had full developed breasts, the sweetest, most curvacious ass, and full pouting lips on face that looked more beautiful than Angilina Jolie ; he looked 100% like a real asian princess, in fact that was what I sometimes called him. After almost a year, I moved him out of his bedroom and into my own. I let him do the cooking from then on, seeing as he had been studying how for twelve months. We were almost like husband and wife from then on, I would take him when ever, and where ever I wanted, and more often than not, he wanted it more than I did.
Kei also became a major asset to me. After I helped him get a diploma, I put him through college, and he graduated with a masters in general marketing, which really helped both of us when I finished the editing of Kei's videos. The videos, as you might imagine, made us a heluva lot of money from all over the globe! But I must give credit where credit is due, it was Kei's idea to film more scenes of me raping him through the whole series until the end when he starts to give in and even like it, and to edit all the recordings into three seperate tapes, so, not only to provide more viewing time for the consumers, but to also boost our own profits.
Kei also, from then on, helped me with the rest of the feminazations of almost all my later subjects (14 in all, unless you already know).
So that's my story for now. I'm sorry if it didn't please you, or if it didn't sound realistic enough for you, but all I can say now, is that it is the truth.
Maybe when I get the time, and the inspiration to sit down and write everything down again, I'll tell you the whole story, but until then, I hope you're pleased enough with this one to wait.