appearance to look female, but I would still be biologically male and it would certainly be hard to cover that up if I were with another man. The whole concept was too outrageous and frightening for me to contemplate now and I froze, my mouth seemingly disconnected from my brain.
"Ah, just as Paulo said. You can't yet face the idea.” April's tone wasn't angry, perhaps just a tad disappointed, but then she added. “This too will change."
Confused and a bit frightened, I said nothing and concentrated on what April was doing to my face. There would, I supposed, be time to consider this deeper question in the future.
"Relax, slave. Nothing will be forced on you. Paulo promised you that, but he assures me you will come to recognize what you want on your own.” April giggled and went on with her work.
Suddenly I felt like a fool after her reassurance. As I looked into the mirror at my beautifully feminine but rather glum face, I thought why not be more open because she's trying to help me find myself. Why can't I help her?
"So . . . what he's saying is I'll eventually want to have sex with men, even if I'm still biologically a man?” I understood what the idea entailed, to be penetrated either orally or anally or perhaps both, but I didn't see how I would come to desire it.
"Yes, he told me up until now your desires have centered upon your satisfaction by cross-dressing and jerking off when you get horny, but now this avenue will be cut off by your chastity. At the same time you'll experience new feelings when you begin to be seen as a woman and live like a women and that coupled with your desire will make you explore new avenues to satisfaction. One of those will be to serve me, but you'll find others, or so he says. He seems quite sure as if it's a natural process.” It seemed clear April must have discussed this at length with Paulo as she seemed well prepared to answer this question.
My first thoughts were not pleasant. The idea of sucking another man's cock or being taken anally didn't immediately appeal to me and I felt strongly that wouldn't change, but I kept the thought to myself. I knew this was a long road I was on and truthfully how could anything be seen as certain?
April whispered in my ear. “Don't dwell on it now, just let things happen as they do. Trust me."
Her plea for my trust still resonated with me. “I don't really understand how all this can happen, My Lady, but I do trust you . . . and I think I trust your Master."
April kissed my neck. “Thank you, Scott. I won't disappoint you.” She paused and picked up a tube of lipstick before continuing. “Perhaps it's time we discussed the new rules which will apply after today's session. From now on when you are in the presence of either Paulo or I, no matter whether we are here, at the office, or out in public, you will no longer be treated as a man named Scott. Your new name will be Stacy and we will not hesitate to address you and treat you as if you are a woman. Now as far as your little penis goes, it's no longer to be referred to as a male organ. It will be your clit which actually makes it bigger than normal rather than smaller. In our office, I'm going to apply this policy most of the time including in the presence of some other female employees I've chosen. Do you understand and agree to this?” April's tone made it clear she was totally serious and I already knew she'd told certain women at the office that I was her slave.
"Yes, Lady April, I understand and agree, but may I ask a question.” April nodded and I pressed forth. “How long until I . . . I mean will I eventually be dressed as . . .” For some reason the thought was hard to put into words.
"As a woman in our office? Yes, I hope sooner rather than later, but I want to check with the main office on company policy with regards to employees transitioning between genders. Do you think you're ready to be seen as a woman in public, Stacy?” April's voice sounded hopeful that
"Ah, just as Paulo said. You can't yet face the idea.” April's tone wasn't angry, perhaps just a tad disappointed, but then she added. “This too will change."
Confused and a bit frightened, I said nothing and concentrated on what April was doing to my face. There would, I supposed, be time to consider this deeper question in the future.
"Relax, slave. Nothing will be forced on you. Paulo promised you that, but he assures me you will come to recognize what you want on your own.” April giggled and went on with her work.
Suddenly I felt like a fool after her reassurance. As I looked into the mirror at my beautifully feminine but rather glum face, I thought why not be more open because she's trying to help me find myself. Why can't I help her?
"So . . . what he's saying is I'll eventually want to have sex with men, even if I'm still biologically a man?” I understood what the idea entailed, to be penetrated either orally or anally or perhaps both, but I didn't see how I would come to desire it.
"Yes, he told me up until now your desires have centered upon your satisfaction by cross-dressing and jerking off when you get horny, but now this avenue will be cut off by your chastity. At the same time you'll experience new feelings when you begin to be seen as a woman and live like a women and that coupled with your desire will make you explore new avenues to satisfaction. One of those will be to serve me, but you'll find others, or so he says. He seems quite sure as if it's a natural process.” It seemed clear April must have discussed this at length with Paulo as she seemed well prepared to answer this question.
My first thoughts were not pleasant. The idea of sucking another man's cock or being taken anally didn't immediately appeal to me and I felt strongly that wouldn't change, but I kept the thought to myself. I knew this was a long road I was on and truthfully how could anything be seen as certain?
April whispered in my ear. “Don't dwell on it now, just let things happen as they do. Trust me."
Her plea for my trust still resonated with me. “I don't really understand how all this can happen, My Lady, but I do trust you . . . and I think I trust your Master."
April kissed my neck. “Thank you, Scott. I won't disappoint you.” She paused and picked up a tube of lipstick before continuing. “Perhaps it's time we discussed the new rules which will apply after today's session. From now on when you are in the presence of either Paulo or I, no matter whether we are here, at the office, or out in public, you will no longer be treated as a man named Scott. Your new name will be Stacy and we will not hesitate to address you and treat you as if you are a woman. Now as far as your little penis goes, it's no longer to be referred to as a male organ. It will be your clit which actually makes it bigger than normal rather than smaller. In our office, I'm going to apply this policy most of the time including in the presence of some other female employees I've chosen. Do you understand and agree to this?” April's tone made it clear she was totally serious and I already knew she'd told certain women at the office that I was her slave.
"Yes, Lady April, I understand and agree, but may I ask a question.” April nodded and I pressed forth. “How long until I . . . I mean will I eventually be dressed as . . .” For some reason the thought was hard to put into words.
"As a woman in our office? Yes, I hope sooner rather than later, but I want to check with the main office on company policy with regards to employees transitioning between genders. Do you think you're ready to be seen as a woman in public, Stacy?” April's voice sounded hopeful that
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