|
Sheena 4/4 by Jennifer Lorissa- Leigh (tg)
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Subject: Repost: Sheena 4/4 (TG)
Date: Sat, 15 Jul 1995 20:09:32 UTC
"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.
FIN
|
|
