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Sheena 3/4 by Jennifer Lorissa- Leigh (tg)
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Sheena (Part 3/3) [trans,nc,mf,cons]
by Jennifer Lorissa-Leigh
The woman in the mirror seemed familiar to Jeremy, somehow. He
gazed upon her exquisite beauty -- his exquisite beauty -- and
remembered. Looking deep into the eyes of his reflected image, he
found a hint of his lovely sister there.
There was indeed a resemblance, despite the fact that his curves
had become more dramatically womanly than hers -- it was as if he had
become his sister carried to the nth feminine power. He remembered his
sister's puberty, remembered the trying teenage years she had spent in
a training bra as she learned to cope with her period. She had been
forced to undergo far more dramatic changes than he had, for her
entire body shape had changed while he had only gotten a little
lumpier and more hairy.
Jeremy remembered how he had tormented her as she grew into
womanhood, how he had teased her about her budding breasts. Looking
back, he felt bad for having made fun of her, for he had finally come
to understand just what his sister had gone through -- and had learned
just how wonderful having a woman's body was.
It seemed like the poor girl had spent forever developing her
adult shape, Jeremy realized, and here I outdo her in ten seconds. How
do I break it to her that the brother who had relentlessly teased her
as her breasts grew now has his own healthy pair? Almost hypnotically,
Jeremy found that he could not keep his hands off of his new breasts.
Without thinking, as he continued to stare into the mirror, his hands
explored the softness his bosom had become.
It occurred to Jeremy that, as with his sister, having a woman's
body meant he would have to quickly learn all there was to know about
feminine hygiene. No longer could he ignore the tampon and pantyhose
aisle at the supermarket --
"I can... I can get pregnant," he said into the mirror, trying to
imagine how his new body would look with the distended abdomen and
even larger breasts of impending motherhood.
"If you want to, honey," Barbara agreed. "Do you really want a
baby now... so soon?"
Well, I can certainly nurse a baby, he thought --
His mind flashed to every woman he had ever known. Finally, he
understood how those ladies had felt, understood how special it was to
be a woman, understood how unfulfilling and barren being a male really
was. I'm like them, now, he thought in stunned disbelief. I've joined
them. I'm really one of them --
I'm female. A woman, like my mother.
And it's... wonderful. Jeremy felt a strong, new bond with his
mother. I'm your daughter now, Mama, your little girl --
His new body felt so different and alien to him that it almost
seemed he was no longer human, for every concept of being human that
he carried within him was of life in a male context -- and this was
unlike that. Very unlike that. Different -- and better.
For the moment, the woman he had become struggled to make some
logical sense of what had befallen him. He felt a need for some
explanation from Barbara, who stood looking him over with great
approval.
"Why did you do this to me... ?" Jeremy demanded.
Barbara stood close beside him and lightly caressed one of his
breasts with her cool palm. "In order to give you this gift... this
life. This body will give you ultimate fulfillment... emotionally,
socially, sexually. You're now a work of art... a thing of beauty...
to be cherished and put on a pedestal..."
Jeremy found himself beginning to cry as his female emotions
kicked in fully. He pulled Barbara's hand away. "I can't be a girl...
I have a life... I have a girlfriend! At least I did, but how can I
keep her when now I've got a pussy, too? And I have bigger tits than
she does! I don't want to lose her... but I doubt she'd become a
lesbian just to stay with me! I didn't want this..." He cupped his
breasts, pressing them inward against his chest. "How can I tell her?
How can I tell my parents... ? You have to change me back!"
"I told you, sweetheart. This is forever."
Jeremy's tears trickled down his cheeks as he looked into the
mirror, considering her words. He could feel his emotions changing and
churning within him, even as he wept. "What's happening...? I feel
something strange."
"Well, honey, understand," Barbara said. "You've become a woman,
with a woman's body and a woman's mind. You can hardly expect to live
in a home like that without feeling and thinking the way a girl with
your looks would. Let's face it... you're certainly a much better
endowed woman than I am. For a girl like you, your body is your best
asset. You'll learn to use it. You'll learn to let others use it."
"I didn't ask for this body," Jeremy complained.
"You would have, had you known what life as the woman you now are
would be. It's so delicious to live in a body like that! Not only does
it feel luscious to be so soft and to wear the caressing fabrics
you'll get to wear, but the whole world bends over backward for a
beautiful woman! Think about it... remember your old body. All hard,
and rough, and angular, and hairy... compare it to the new you. How
does this body feel?"
Jeremy gazed at his reflection, still caressing the supple
fullness of his breasts. "I feel... beautiful... I feel... what a
beautiful woman feels..."
"Do you like it?"
The last vestige of the male he had been fought its way to the
surface and expended itself in a single word. "No," he slowly
answered, very unconvincingly.
"The truth. Do you like it... ?"
Jeremy knew his true feelings, but he did not understand why he
had them. He gazed at his reflection and spoke in a tiny, girlish
voice. "Yes... I like it..." Stifling a giggle, he smiled and bit his
lower lip as a thrill swept his body. He suddenly felt wonderful, as
if his every care had vanished.
Jeremy began to primp in the mirror. Barbara could see that he
had become utterly wrapped up in his female flesh. Fully reprogrammed,
his emotions and drives had changed forever. He would seek out male
companionship, company and approval. He would enjoy the deference and
courtship of men and accept the homage they gave his body as a natural
right. His aggressive male instincts were gone, replaced by the female
desires to nurture life and please men. Ambition and domination in his
mind had been replaced by love and submission.
Perfect.
Seeing that his self-image had become so wholly female, Barbara
tested his ego. "If you had your choice right now, which would you
take... boobs or brains?" Jeremy jiggled his breasts once again,
loving their size and weight. He was filled with girlish delight. He
looked at Barbara as if hers had been a stupid question.
"Boobs, silly... I'd keep my boobs," he answered playfully. He
gently cradled his cherished breasts, uttering a quiet sound of
self-enjoyment as he lifted them slightly upward. "Men want to play
with these... I can't wait to see how they bounce in bed..."
"In bed?"
"You know..." Jeremy coyly said, smiling with girlish
embarrassment. He gently squeezed his breasts. "In bed." The girl
giggled. Jeremy made feminine sounds of joy as he continued to explore
his new flesh with his fingertips.
"This is so nice," Jeremy said in his baby girl voice, stroking
his velvety sides while holding his generous chest proudly outward. "I
feel so alive... and happy."
Jeremy jiggled his breasts again and watched them bounce in the
mirror. Glancing down at his reflection's lower abdomen, he caught
sight of his smooth new crotch and a renewed wave of excitement filled
him. Jeremy then hugged himself, pressing his breasts tightly together
between his upper arms. He loved the warmth of his cleavage.
"Oh, I want to feel a man holding me," Jeremy said, still hugging
himself. "I want to just melt into his arms and never leave... and
feel him on top of me -- and feel him..."
... inside me, he thought. Jeremy's mind was flooded with an
image of himself in bed with a lover. So many times, he had lain atop
women, pushing his cock into each girl's wet, ready tunnel with a
rhythmic motion of his hips as she laid still and stroked his back --
But he no longer envisioned himself on top. Instead, Jeremy's
imagination placed him into the body he now possessed.
He closed his eyes. In his mind he could almost feel warm sheets
beneath his back as he laid there, legs spread wide, helplessly pinned
by the weight of a man atop him. In his mind, he became all the women
he had made love to, and as thrust after thrust bounced Jeremy hard
into the mattress and toward the headboard he could feel his breasts
jiggling against his chest. In his mind, he gloried in feeling the
enormity of the man's hard cock as it pushed deeply into him, and as
Jeremy clawed at his imaginary lover's back with his long, polished
nails he saw himself wrapping his long, smooth legs around the man's
thighs, holding him inside him, enraptured by the fact that he was a
woman being sexually conquered by a man --
The new identity claimed Jeremy totally. Sheena moaned and
smiled. Her vagina once more grew wet and aroused. "I want... I want
to be with a man..." She sucked on her finger, staring into the
mirror, remembering the feel of the machine phallus. She found himself
picturing herself secretly being made love to by --
-- his sister's husband. For a moment, she imagined herself
beneath her sister's husband, in her sister's bed, feeling the deep
pumping of her brother-in-law's hard cock. Her memory held images of
the man. The image was erotic and exciting, and she grew wet as she
continued to picture the adulterous sex act. Bruce had already been
unfaithful to his wife once, Sheena seemed to remember.
I bet I can get him into bed, the horny new woman thought. And I
will -- he'll beg to fuck me --
"Men will embrace you day and night, Sheena," Barbara said.
"You'll be more woman than they've ever known before." It was obvious
that Jeremy's sex drive had become fully female. He was almost ready.
The door opened. A figure stepped cautiously out into the room.
It was Arnie.
"I'm... I'm looking for someone..." he said, surprised at the
sight of the gorgeous naked girl before him. The erection growing in
his trousers was quite obvious.
"Come in," Barbara invited. "You can help us with our little
experiment."
"Experiment?" Arnie asked, unable to take his eyes from the
voluptuous female that had, only an hour before, been his best male
friend.
"Yes..." Barbara continued. "Just follow Sheena, and do what she
tells you." Barbara gestured toward a door.
Sheena led Arnie into the bed chamber. In seconds, she had
stripped him of his clothes. On her knees, she sucked his cock until
it felt as hard as iron.
Moments later, Barbara entered to find Sheena lying on her back
in the bed, Arnie on top of her, with her arms and legs wrapped around
him as if she were trying to pull all of his body into hers. He was
fucking her for all he was worth.
"After you're done," Barbara sexily stated, "I need you both out
here." She shut the door. Even through its metal core, she could hear
the slapping of Arnie's crotch into Sheena's as the passion of their
moans filled the room.
It was the last time Arnie would have sex as a man.
Fifteen minutes later, the two lovers emerged from the room,
holding hands and smiling at each other. Barbara was at the console.
She smiled when she saw their still-naked forms.
Sheena looked over at Barbara and said proudly, "It felt sooo
good when he came in me that I came, too! I squeezed him with my pussy
while I came!" Arnie blushed.
Barbara smiled at another sign that the girl's orgasmic
programming was complete. "Lovely. Sheena, dear, show him to our
experiment, will you?"
Sheena wanted to share the marvelous way she felt with her friend.
She led Arnie by the hand and positioned him upon the metal
floorplate. "Put your hands on these, and stand with your feet wide
apart," she said, softly kissing Arnie as she indicated the spheres.
He did as she asked.
Barbara activated the device. The two ladies watched in girlish
glee as Arnie's figure became soft and demure, his breasts large and
rounded. His hair doubled, then tripled in fullness and length. The
mechanical phallus pumped the boy's virgin pussy, and when he came, he
poured.
In moments, another young woman stepped from the floorplate. They
named her Melissa.
Barbara walked over to the vulnerable, naked teenagers, bringing
with her the sheer bras she had promised along with a couple of pairs
of nylon and lace panties. Using a towel, she bent down and dried the
come from Melissa's crotch and the insides of her thighs, then handed
Sheena the panties and watched with satisfaction as both girls bent
forward and slipped into them one long leg at a time. As Sheena leaned
over, her breasts hung down and swung freely, jiggling like firm
gelatin, bumping against each other in their soft enormity. Barbara
enjoyed watching their dance as she drank in the femininity of the
women she had made.
"Melissa, honey, will you wait for me in there?" Barbara asked,
indicating the bed chamber.
"Okay, Barbara," she happily agreed. Breasts bouncing, the girl
youthfully and playfully went into the room and shut the door behind
her.
"She's so pretty," Sheena said, watching as Melissa walked away.
"And you're lovely, Sheena... you're just lovely," Barbara
gushed. "I can't wait to get you into a bustier. You'll be a very
popular young lady."
"Good." The involuntary transsexual pulled the skimpy pink
panties up into place, noting that their high French cut made her
gorgeous legs look even longer. "I like these," she commented. Their
tight crotch emphasized her female mound.
"Let's get you into this, honey," Barbara said, standing behind
him. She slipped the bra straps over his outstretched arms, then
reached around his voluptuous form and looked over his shoulder and
into the mirror.
Still watching her reflection with delight, Sheena smiled her
pretty smile and held her arms out to the sides as Barbara slipped the
bra's soft fabric over her breasts. The new female noticed in the
mirror that her underarms were smooth and clean-shaven, just as they
should have been, and she enjoyed the sight. She watched her
reflection with great satisfaction as the satiny sheen of the pink
cups nestled perfectly against her contours.
Still behind her, Barbara gently lifted her shiny, hip-long hair
and draped it over the front of her left shoulder, out of the way,
then closed the bra's hooks. "There now," Barbara said soothingly.
"Doesn't that feel better? I guessed your size right... it fits you so
well. We wouldn't want to parade you around naked, now would we?"
"Might be fun..." Sheena smiled. "Think I could make Miss July?"
"Oh, honey... July and August and September. Trust me."
As Barbara stepped back, Sheena threw her long hair back and made
a few adjustments in the way the bra held her, then looked into the
mirror, happy with the fit. She lightly caressed the undersides of her
breasts through the sheerness of the pink nylon that contained them,
and tickled their soft flesh with the tips of her long nails. She
liked the little pink bow that rested at the base of her cleavage.
"This is a pretty bra," she said, a happy girl.
"I have a friend named Janelle who's built like you," Barbara
observed. "Spends all of her time in a string bikini top. But she's on
her third set of silicone implants, and you're naturally endowed.
You're very lucky."
"I'm so... beautiful," Sheena said, transfixed. Both women paused
for a moment, drinking in the sight of the girl in the mirror.
"Well, come on, Sheena," Barbara said, gently leading him toward
a side room. "I have a surprise for you."
"I want a pretty dress... will boys see me? I like boys..."
"Yes, honey... the boys will love you. We'll find you something
so pretty that the boys won't be able to take their eyes off you. Then
we'll do your face and nails..."
Her fingernails had grown to a pampered length of an inch and a
half, and she wanted them finished with a glossy coat of polish. "I
like pink lipstick. And my nails... I want them pink, too."
"Pink it is. We'll get you all fixed up -- then there are some
people I want you to meet."
"And pearls. I want pearls."
Barbara opened a closet door and pulled out a sensuous evening
dress of liquid metal. Its golden sheen glittered in the light.
"Pretty?" she asked the new woman.
"Oh, yes," Sheena answered.
"It's yours. Slip into it while I take Melissa some clothes, and
I'll bring you some shoes." Sheena held the dress over her head and
wiggled as its cool, slinky liquid-metal fabric flowed slowly down her
voluptuous form. It hugged every curve, making her figure stand out in
luscious, mirror-like gold relief. Her breasts and ass gleamed like
smooth, polished chrome as they pressed fully, roundly, and tightly
against the fabric of the form-fitting dress. Her sensuous cleavage
remained exposed by the plunging neckline of the dress, and it was
made all the more dramatic by the way the tight golden gown squeezed
her breasts together. The dress' short, sexy skirt tightly bound her
legs and hung only halfway down her thighs.
For almost fifteen minutes, Sheena just stood and admired her
gorgeous reflection. Emerging from the bed chamber, Barbara walked
over and kneeled down, then slipped a pair of matching gold evening
pumps onto the girl's feet. Despite their five-inch heels, Sheena
walked naturally and sexily in them, as if she had worn such shoes all
her life. The high-heels made her glassy, flawless legs seem to go on
forever. Barbara then handed the young woman a gold sequined purse to
carry.
"Oh... oh, my..." Barbara uttered, stunned by the sheer beauty
and raw sexuality of the woman she had made. The softly-curling
enormity of Sheena's spun-gold mane and the way the evening dress
accentuated the girl's figure gave her a feminine drama rarely seen.
The girl's voluptuous bustline, tiny waist, rounded ass and incredible
legs caused Barbara to lose her breath at the sight. Even without
makeup, she was intensely gorgeous. "Oh, Sheena..."
"Look at me, Barbara," the girl uttered, in love with herself.
"I'm so pretty... I wish my Mama could see me... and my sister. She
always wanted a sister to share things with... maybe I could go see
her... and her husband..." Sheena reveled in every subtle aspect of
her womanhood, glorying in everything from the feeling of her soft
hair to the feminine frailty of her arms and the delicate softness of
her small fingers.
"Perfume... ?" she asked. "I want to smell as pretty as I
look..."
Barbara, prepared for the request, pulled a small spray vial of
perfume from her pocket and misted Sheena's wrists with the fragrance.
Then, for good measure, she further sprayed the feminine scent lightly
onto the girl's cleavage. Sheena rubbed her wrists together and held
one up in order to let the womanly aura waft into her nostrils.
"Ohhhh... I love it..." she happily said.
Melissa walked out into the room, similarly adorned. The two
girls were the most beautiful that Barbara had ever seen. Her breath
escaped as she looked upon them, standing together.
"Ladies... I know of some gentlemen who are waiting to meet you.
I'll do your faces and nails at home. Then we'll pierce your ears, so
you can accessorize yourselves properly."
"I need some lipstick... I can't go out without at least
lipstick..." Sheena complained.
"I don't have any with me here. It'll be okay, honey."
As they ascended the stairs, the high-heels of the three women
clicked against the cold hardness of each step. At the top, beyond the
elevators, a new life awaited the new girls. It would be a joyous life
of constant male company and sex in which each girl would utilize her
physical assets to the utmost, happily serving men. Smiling as she
spread her legs, she would make love to them at their command and
perform any sexual act they desired, fulfilling every sexual fantasy
of every man to penetrate her.
An art major named Jeremy had dropped out of college by becoming
a girl who would spend her days and nights happily caressing, sucking,
and impaling herself upon hard, erect cocks just like the one she
herself had once possessed. Both he and the one-time-Arnie would spend
the rest of their lives as ladies built for companionship and sex, as
would the twenty or so others Barbara had introduced to the wonders of
sexual womanhood. None of the former boys would ever aspire to
anything else, and rich and powerful men would pay handsomely for
their talented services as mistresses and wives.
It was how Barbara funded her expensive research.
They emerged from the elevator and walked out into the crowded
lobby of the Institute, where the evening's lectures were beginning.
Every male student stood staring at the shapely, silken legs and
goddess-like forms of the woman in the short, liquid-gold dress and
the girl in the red sequined gown, never imagining that but an hour
earlier both had been men like they. Their perfume floated through the
air. Their walks dripped pure sex, and, as they leered after the two
girls, the imaginations of the horny boys were filled with pictures of
Sheena and Melissa naked in bed with each of them. Sheena knew they
were watching her and she delighted in teasing them, adding a little
extra wiggle to her walk. She could feel the erections rising behind
her. And she loved it.
Barbara guided Sheena and Melissa out into the cool night, her
arms around the girls' shapely waists. As the women walked into the
parking lot, Barbara pulled a set of keys from her purse. "I've got a
nice place for you to live, ladies," she said, opening the door of a
sleek black Mercedes for them. "The other girls are looking forward to
meeting you." She noticed that the cool, night air had brought
Sheena's large nipples to erection, for as they pressed insistently
against the thin, shiny fabric of her dress its polished, metallic
reflectivity emphasized their presence.
"Other girls?" Sheena asked with childlike innocence. "There are
others like us?"
"Where will we live?" Melissa asked innocently.
That was the final sign Barbara had been waiting for. Total,
permanent acceptance. Jeremy was gone, leaving this gorgeous woman in
his place, and Sheena's past existence would become of no interest to
her. Arnie would never miss his friend, for they would be together in
their new lives. Barbara smiled. "You'll like the other girls. I want
you to get to know them. They're fun -- they all live together, and
they spend hours talking about boys and doing each other's makeup.
It's like having a slumber party all the time."
"It sounds fun," Sheena smiled, instinctively holding her skirt
against the backs of her thighs as she slid into the leather seat.
"And there are boys?" Sheena was a horny young lady, and Barbara knew
just the cure for that.
"Enough for all of you. You know, you all have a great deal in
common." Barbara gently shut Sheena's door and opened the back door
for Melissa, who slid into the leather interior, holding her skirt
flat against the backs of her thighs as any woman would. Barbara
closed the door and walked around to the other side of the car.
As Barbara glided into the driver's seat, a light caught the
corner of her eye. She turned to see Sheena looking into the
passenger-side visor's lighted makeup mirror. The new young lady was
applying a thick coat of deep red lipstick to her soft lips with what
would otherwise have been taken as learned precision. Barbara smiled.
"I know this is yours, but I hope you don't mind," Sheena said in
her small, sweet voice. Her soft words were distorted a little by the
feminine contortions of her lips as she held them taut, gliding the
lipstick over them. Once finished, she watched herself as she pressed
her lips together in the classic womanly fashion and then formed a
kiss. Satisfied, she twisted the color back down into its tube. "I
found this next to my seat," she explained. "I know it's not my shade,
but I just couldn't wait. I feel just naked without lipstick... don't
you?"
"Oh, yes, honey," Barbara said with a huge smile. "And keep it if
you want. It looks lovely on you."
"Let me wear it, too... please?" Melissa asked.
"Here, honey," Sheena said, capping the tube and handing it back.
She continued to look at herself in the tiny mirror, teasing her hair
with her delicate fingers and primping as if she were getting ready to
meet a man. Barbara noticed that the young lady was squirming
repeatedly in her seat, as if she felt an intense itch deep within
her.
"I don't know why... but I'm just so horny," Sheena admitted. She
giggled and covered her mouth daintily, girlishly embarrassed at her
own words. She blushed. "Oh, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to say
that..."
It was no exaggeration. Through Sheena's tight, shiny dress,
Barbara could tell that the girl was tensing her vaginal muscles over
and over. The girl's pussy, true to the machine's programming, was hot
and hungry for male penetration. Apparently, it had not been the cold
that had made Sheena's nipples hard.
"Take us to the boys," Melissa pleaded, pressing her lips
together as she finished with the lipstick. "I want somebody to fuck
me!"
"Melissa!" Sheena said in surprise.
Barbara smiled. "It's okay. Barbara'll take care of everything,
honey. Believe me... I'll take very good care of you." She paused for
one last test. "Sheena... would you go back to being Jeremy?"
Melissa's eyes widened at this.
The girl looked certain. "No, I don't think so... but if you know
somebody like him, I could use him right now..." She giggled anew.
Barbara knew that both girls would live in a constant state of
sexual arousal, each joyfully taking any cock she could get inside
her. As Barbara started the car, she looked out upon the campus and
thought of the others that still walked there -- the football players,
the chess champions, the computer whizzes. All of them, young men who
could never have dreamed that their days as young men were coming to a
close.
If only they had saved all the panties and bras they had stolen
in their drunken raids upon the sorority houses. They were going to
need them.
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