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Brad became Debbie after his sister hypnotized him. She made him wear sexy clothes and put up lots of makeup. She wanted to prepare him for a wild night. He would have to suck cock and take it in his tiny asshole like the proper sissified whore he had become.
John was a real man. At least he considered himself to be one. He never agreed with feminists and found them to radical in their battle for equal rights. He and his sister could argue a lot over this topic.
It was during one of this heated discussions Laura, his sister, decided John needed to get down a peg or two.
She had a brilliant friend. A hacker of sorts who specialized in sissy hypnosis porno.
‘Can you make something to feminize my brother,’ she asked him.
‘Of course,’ said Dan ‘but then I will be needing his smartphone.’
‘No problem, you’ll get him tomorrow,’ said Laura.
She snatched the phone away while John was fast asleep.
Laura was excited about her prank. She couldn’t almost wait what effect this would have on John.
She didn’t sleep much that night. The first thing in the morning she rushed to Dan who was still awake after a whole night of hacking. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and said:’ the video is ready, I just have to upload it in combination with some malware,’ he said.
‘You are a saint,’ Dan.’ Laura said and she gave him a peck on the cheek.
John was angry.
‘Where is my smartphone, I hate when people are stealing mu stuff.’
‘You left him downstairs,’ Laura said with an innocent look on her face.
John mumbled something and grasped the phone out of her hand. He began to check his email. He was not aware subliminal pictures and sound were bombarding his brain.
He got the urge to ask Laura if she could borrow him her underwear to wear. He wanted the silky sensation rubbing against his non throbbing cock. But he could restrain himself.
Days went by and John got a hard time controlling his urges. At the construction site he looked different at his colleagues, as potential man who would fill his horny holes.
He tried to shake it off. But the smartphone did his job relentless. Fast reprogramming John’s brain and turning him in a submissive beta male.
After coming home from work one day the craving became to big to resist. He went in his sister’s room and raided the closet. Eagerly with a throbbing cock he put on a pair of red knickers and a pink dress. He also put on stockings and a pair of stiletto heels. He had no difficulty walking on them. He had bought a wig on his way home. The salesman had looked strangely at him when he walked out with a brunette long haired wig but he couldn’t care less.
He put it on, the transformation was incredible. John may have been a manly man but he always shaved all of his body hair. Out of hyenic reasons. The smooth feeling of the stockings made him almost cum while he looked in the bathroom mirror. But there was something missing. Make up. He borrowed the kit from his sis and started it applying eyeliner, mascara and lipstick with caution.
At that moment Laura returned from work.
When she saw him, she gasped for air.
Dan had sure done a bang up job messing with John’s head.
‘John, are you feeling well?’ Laura asked.
With a soft, feminine voice John answered;’ would you mind calling me Jenny, sis.’
‘No, not at all.’
‘Good then I will start to cook us a healthy meal.’
‘Cooking, eating healthy? You practically live on fast-food and you never pick up something for me,’ Laura answered still not believing her eyes.
‘That’s all in the past, I am turning my life around. I also quit my job at the construction. I have found a new job in at a hairdresser. He calls Mario, he is such a sexy sweet man.’
Laura thought she went too far.
Feminizing John was one thing but turning him gay was maybe a bridge to far. But she couldn’t quit now. If John should learn what she had be doing to him he would become furious.
‘I’ll by you some sexy outfits,’ she said mischievous ‘your birthday is coming along anyway,’ she said.
‘That’s so nice of you, sis,’ Jenny said perfectly content with how things were now between him and Laura.
Why had he never seen how a cool sister he had.^
Laura’s girlfriend Kelly dropped in that evening. She could barely contain her laugh.
‘How did you pull this off?’ she whispered to Laura.
‘Ask Dan, he is amazing.’
‘You think John will be bringing home guys from now on?’
‘I don’t know. The subliminal messages could have turned him gay. But I have a hard time believing my macho brother is now a cocksucker.’
The three of them watched a romantic comedy and had a marvelous time.
‘You know, Laura,’ Kelly said with a smirk ‘I sure could get used to Jenny,’ while she was leaving.
The dinner just wasn’t a success. It was noisy in the restaurant. The food smelled awful, the taste wasn’t any better and John never had purple soup in his life. He looked desperately at his date who was as enthusiastic about the place as he was. That meant he wouldn’t get any action tonight.
‘We can always go to a Mac Donald’s,’ he pleaded.
‘Do I look to you as the kind of woman who would go to a fast-food restaurant,’ she said coldly.
She took her fur coat, got up from the table and stepped out hailing a cab.
Since his puberty Kelly had a condition. He was a boy but he had blackouts. During these periods his female alter ego took over. He dressed up, put on boots and a wig. He turned to Jayce, a fierce professional assassin.
During one of his periods as Jayce he met his handler. The man in raincoat with a mustache handed her a file. This is not an easy one. The Syndicate wants him dead. He foiled there plans one to many times.
‘Why is he dressed up as some kind of bat?’ Jayce laughed.
‘Because he is Batman, he is a grim superhero you don’t want to mess with, I advise you to be very careful.’
‘Oh, John, you know I don’t do cautious. I’ll just bide my time.’
‘I hear he is going to hit a lab tonight, Joker is making a potent toxin there.’
‘Joker?’
‘You never heard of him, under which rock have you been hiding.? He is a notorious psychopathic killer.’
During one of his periods as Jayce he met his handler. The man in raincoat with a mustache handed her a file. This is not an easy one. The Syndicate wants him dead. He foiled there plans one to many times.
‘Why is he dressed up as some kind of bat?’ Jayce laughed.
‘Because he is Batman, he is a grim superhero you don’t want to mess with, I advise you to be very careful.’
‘Oh, John, you know I don’t do cautious. I’ll just bide my time.’
‘I hear he is going to hit a lab tonight, Joker is making a potent toxin there.’
‘Joker?’
‘You never heard of him, under which rock have you been hiding.? He is a notorious psychopathic killer.’
‘You want me to kill him too while I am at it?’
‘Njet, he is only a secondary target.’
‘Da, I understand. goodbye John, if you go back to Russia say hello to my grandmother.’
‘Take care, Jayce, you’ll need every bit of luck you can get.’
A bunch of beer cans were littering the streets of the bad neighborhood of Gotham. A collection of used condoms left by hookers didn’t do much to make the place more lovely. A gathering of corrupt police officers were guarding a building. The Joker’s men possible. They held magazines and looked at a variety of Playboy centerfolds. Some of them were bored and played with a bunch of yo-yo’s; Something was definitely off with those men. They all had pale faces and a creepy smile on their face. It was the effect of the Joker’s toxin.
She unpacked her sniper rifle with a silencer and discharged a couple of shots, killing of the cops. When the other ones went for the gun they were kicked against the pavement by a man in a Bat costume swinging from up the sky.
Jayce wanted to kill him. But the cross-dresser was too slow. A batarang, a throwing device knocked the rifle out of her hands. Batman gave her a punch. This was enough to end the blackout and turn her back in Kelly.
‘Where the fuck am I,’ Kelly asked ‘how did I get here. Oh, God, I am dressed again as a woman. Why does this keep happening?’
‘Shut your trap,’ Batman said ‘if the Joker hears you, you are as good as dead. I believe you are an ideal patient for Arkham Asylum, but I have no time to take you to the nuthouse. Behave and I’ll give you a second change.’
Kelly thanked the masked hero and bolted.
I forgot to exhale,
till I realized
I didn’t gave to inhale anymore.
They ate in an expensive restaurant. The caviar and lobster were exquisite as were the assorted whines. They would take a cab back to the hotel. The most luxurious they could found with five stars. Heather wasn’t the wife of Jeff. She was an escort paid to accompany him during the evening and later on perform sexual services. And Jeff already had a scenario in mind.
They went up the elevator and kissed. Heather wore a bright pink lipstick that tasted like strawberries. Jeff caressed her thigh and rubbed the fabric of the pantyhose. He got an erection despite all the alcohol.
They entered room 502. Heather knew the drill, Jeff was a regular. She sat on the bed and said with a demanding voice: ‘now clean my shoes, slave.’
Jeff went eagerly down on all fours and started licking the patent leather shoes with stiletto heels.
He didn’t miss a single spot. After a while Heather said: ‘now take them off, gently.’
Jeff obeyed. You couldn’t tell he actually was a big CEO deciding of the fate of thousands of employees every day.
Heather rubbed her feet in his face. Jeff unbuckled his belt, put down his underwear and started stroking his shaft.
‘Now, kiss my feet. Gently. And don’t make them wet yet.’
Jeff complied immediately, groaning.
After a while Heather demanded him to lick them after he removed the pantyhose. Gently.
He did what he was told. When he started to lick the perfect feet with the scarlet red painted toenails he came. Sperm dripped on the carpet.
‘That’ll be 500 dollars,’ Heather said professionally.
He gave her the money, she put it in her purse. Did the pantyhose and shoes back on and left the room.
My wife was giving me a blowjob on our way home,
it was pleasing,
but I didn’t mind the bump in the road,
it resulted in the much favored deep throat,
making me cum immediately.
She was smoking her cigarette,
she new I felt attracted by it.
Ellen did it only for me,
she was not addicted,
that voluptuous vixen,
taking of her towel,
me forgetting every vowel.
Chasing her in her bikini,
in the sea,
between the legs nothing to tiny,
just big and throbbing.
At Halloween,
trick .
and treat.
We were plastered,
making out,
all dressed up.
To stigma “gay”,
absent in our minds,
just acting like we pleased.
And the beauty of it,
we couldn’t remember it
next day waking with a hangover.
They came all the way from Dover.
This Tinder date proved to be exciting,
I got two girls coming over. fancied the raven-haired one.
Soon the deed was done.
Then the blonde said:’ now I am just your leftover.’
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