36 comments/ 228300 views/ 152 favorites Lesser of Two Evils By: Andi_Lembke [So to update you all. I'm sorry I haven't completed any more chapters of NWTBYG or Porn Princess. They're in the works, but creation, and good storytelling takes time, something I have less of now. I left my receptionist job to take a writing gig, and all my writing energy is going into that, but my passion for hot stories smolders intensely under the surface, so I've been reworking a story I wrote a while ago - my first failed attempt at writing erotica. It's easier to resurrect this one up than to create new stuff for already beloved characters. I hope you'll be patient, and enjoy this in the meantime.] * My name is Eric. At 21, I was working as the IT guy at a prominent Caribbean cruise company. My days were usually pretty boring. Fixing computer problems were usually a no brainer for me. People are so stupid when it comes to how they use their machines that I assume there will always be a need for guys like me. Like most computer nerds I'm your typical slightly built nerd. I liked keeping my dirty blonde hair a shaggy length, almost down to my collar. Thanks to the company dress code that was meant to distinguish the executives from the monkeys like me, I was encouraged to dress down, so for me that consisted of jeans and a hoody. I had a private office on the 3rd floor, which I rarely ever had to leave. The previous support tech had installed VPN software so that he could diagnose, and fix workstations remotely. I liked the VPN cuz it would save me a ton of time walking all the way to look at a machine that was buggy. In fact the only times I ever had to venture out was for lunch, or if there was a computer that wouldn't physically turn on. I would sometimes remotely mess with some of the really hot girls machines so they'd have to come get me. The secretaries to three of the highest ranking men in the office: Emily, a drop dead gorgeous French beauty with light brown hair and a sweet sultry voice, Heather, a Jessica Alba-ish Latina with huge tits, and luscious lips, and Krystal, a tall natural blonde with a Georgia accent were my favorites... well everybody's favorites. They could all easily be models. I often wondered why they weren't models instead of office assistants, except that they all seemed very bright, and very content in their jobs. I couldn't get enough of their scent or their goddess-like bodies. I longed to be with them, but they'd never be with a guy like me who was unremarkable, and who made such little money. So I found some pleasure in finding opportunities to get close to them, to steal glances down their blouses, up their skirts, and fantasize about being with them. Now one of the fun things to do when I was bored was to snoop through peoples machines via the VPN. It logged what porn sites they would visit, any pictures or movies they'd download. I was supposed to report this kind of activity. But I was so bored that this little spy game filled my dull days with something interesting - laughing at everyone's fetishes, and tricking the girls to come get me so I could be close to them. We housed the regional supervisors for all four corners of the country in our buiding. The supervisor for the Southwest region was a total douchenozzle in his late 30's named Nick Lansfeld. He was always coming onto the secretaries and other female execs, making suggestive comments, and getting really handsy with them. All the top execs did it, and they always seemed to escape any sexual harassment issues. I guess cuz because everyone they were held accountable to was every bit as perverted. I know; I've seen all their porn snooping habits. Well, Nick had probably the most perverted taste. In addition to all usual cream pie, barely legal, and bondage porn that seemed to dominate the offices of the upper echelon, he liked sissy porn. He would download lots of vids of men being humiliated by women by being forced to dress in frilly girls clothes and either taking strap-on's from the women, or being forced to take men's cocks, while the women goaded them on and humiliated them. I had deduced that he was probably like most powerful men, had some secret fantasies about being turned into a sissy bitch. One Friday afternoon, I saw Heather and Emily come out of his office upset. Emily was crying, and Heather was pissed. I stopped them and asked what had happened. Emily wouldn't say anything, but I could see the red finger marks on her wrist. He had clearly grabbed her very hard. Heather adjusted her skirt which was slightly pulled up enough to reveal the tops of her stockings "Fucking pig," Heather mumbled on the verge of a full on breakdown. "Somebody needs to do something," Emily mumbled in her sexy accent. She was right, and I knew just what to do. Furious, I walked into his office and shut the door behind me. He looked at me in confusion. "What do you want, techno- nerd?", He asked angrily. "I'm your worst nightmare asshole," I snapped, "I know what just happened in here with Emily and Heather." "Oh, you're sure about that, are you?" He sneered. "Doesn't matter because I know all about your secret fantasies, sissy boy." He paused for a moment. "What are you talking about?" "I know all about your little fetish." "Bullshit." "I have remote access to every computer in the building... including yours. I know everybody's dirty secrets." "You've been spying on..." "Yes, and I know exactly what's in your 'travel receipts' folder, Nicholas. And if you don't do exactly what I say, I'm going to inform David Ham, your superior, of your activities. And we'll just see what he has to say about it." He scoffed, "Really?" "Really," I smiled back. "Should I call him for you?" He picked up the phone, and dialed. I was sure he was bluffing. "Go ahead." I stood there smugly. Waiting to him crack. He put the phone into speaker mode. A man on the other end picked up -- "Hey, Nick. What can I do for ya?" "I'm curious, David, if I were discover that someone in the company was say, snooping through another employee's computer files would that violate any company policies?" "A few of them, actually, and a number of laws. Why? Do you have a reason to suspect someone?" A chill went down my spine. "Not really sure yet. I don't want to get someone in trouble without knowing for sure, I just wanted to see how serious an offense it was." "We'd definitely terminate them, and likely press charges." Nick grinned at me, as I turned white as a sheet. "What kind of charges? Are we talking a pretty hefty fine, here, or what?" "Very hefty, and they'd definitely go to prison. I think the minimum sentence is 5 years." "Then I'd better be sure I have proof before making any accusations then. Thanks Dave." "It'd be irresponsible for me not to recommend that everyone in the company change their passwords immediately, but I don't want to spook whoever it is, so let me know as soon as possible," Dave added. Nick looked up at me as he leaned into toward the phone. "Will do, buddy. But I'm sure I'm just being paranoid. I 'll let you know either way." Nick hung up the phone. I was frozen in terror. He leaned back in his chair and folded his hands behind his head. "Now, you were saying something, Eric?" I stammered but couldn't speak. Nick smiled smugly. "I wonder what would happen to a 'tough guy' like you in prison. Some pretty amazing things I suspect. Something maybe like this." He cued up a video on his computer of a cheaply shot porn film with a slight man in a dress and lipstick being double teamed by two extremely well hung black guys in a jail cell. I began to tremble. Nick laughed. "Relax, Eric. I'm not going to turn you in. In fact I could really use someone like you. I'm sure you are privy to information that can really help me get out of this shit job, and move up the ladder." I realized I hadn't been breathing. I gasped for air. Nick laughed again. "Tell you what, It's almost 3 o'clock now. Take the rest of the day off. Let's get together tonight somewhere where we can have a private conversation, say; my place? I'd like to discuss how our newfound friendship might be able to help us both down the road. Sound like a plan, buddy?" Y-y-yes," I stammered. "Good." He wrote down his address and handed it to me. "8pm work for you?" he asked politely. I nodded. He gestured to the door. I turned and left; feeling like a had dodged a bullet. As I drove home, I considered my options. It would take me a few days to erase any and all traces of the archives I had been compiling, and be sure there was no way for Nick to blackmail me. I'd meet with him tonight, and see what he had in mind, and then I'd start covering my tracks on Monday. I arrived at the address Nick gave me. He answered the door of the house, and ushered me in. He offered me a beer, which I took. He gave me a quick tour, turns out he was quite the tech nerd himself. He had some of the coolest gadgets ever. Then he urged me to sit down on his couch. He told me some of his history as we drank. How he started out in the IT department out of college, and how he maneuvered himself into becoming an executive. He wasn't quite the douche I knew from the office. I really felt like we were kindred spirits. I stopped hating him, and I kind of admired his ambition. "Eric, you're a bright kid. I could see you running the company some day. So tell me, all the juicy dirt you've dug up, and we'll figure out our next move form there." he said eagerly. I proceeded to tell him everything I had discovered over the course of 4 more beers. As I finished dishing the dirt, he clapped his hands together. "Eric, you are my ticket on to the board - major share holdings, and some serous power. And as I prosper, so shall you. You've got serious dirt on all the right people. Enough to really make things happen... for both of us. And I know just how to use it. You'll be making five times what you're making now, in less than 6 months. How does that sound, partner?" He stuck out his hand, and I shook it. I was excited about the possibilities. I was pretty buzz from the beers as well, but I began to feel like Nick wasn't such a bad guy, and that this little mistake was a blessing in disguise. I just had to be sure to cover my tracks next week just to be safe. "Now let me explain to you what our first move will be." Nick went to a wall safe, opened it, and produced a stack of removable hard drives. "After you left I went to your office, and exported all your data and activity logs, and snagged all your computer backups, and brought them here. Right here is all the evidence I need to bury you. So whatever thoughts you had about double crossing me you can forget about." My jaw dropped. He was clearly smarter than I gave him credit for. "Here in my hands is enough to send you to prison for a very, very long time. So in this little arrangement, you will play by my rules, or take your chances with the legal system, okay?" "What do you want, Nick?" I asked warily. "Eric, I want you to help me live out my fantasy." He pushed play on his Bluray remote and a video played of a young slight guy being transformed by an older man into a sexy transvestite maid. "Look, Nick. If you fantasize about being some guy's sissy slut, that's fine. I'm not judging you. But I don't think I'm the right guy to help you..." He laughed heartily. "You think I fantasize about being the sissy?" "Why else would you..." It suddenly hit me. What he was talking about... "Ahhh, putting the pieces together now, aren't you, Eric?" "No... NO! No way... I am not--" "Before you finish that sentence. I want to remind you that based on everything you told me combined with these drives, I easily have enough evidence to send you to prison.... PRISON, Eric. Make no mistake, you will be a bitch in prison. And with that blonde hair, and those deep blue eyes, you'll be a very popular item. Just do this one thing for me, and I'll let you walk out of here with the evidence. Then we'll be on even ground," He said, as he put the drives back into the safe, and locked it. I couldn't think. He made me lower my guard and then hit me with this. I was trembling. Both of my current options SUCKED. He put the drives back in the safe and locked it. "Nick, look... there's gotta be something else I can do. I can't...I'm not gay..." "Eric, I'm not a monster. I'm not gonna put a gun to your head. You are free to leave. But the only way to avoid being a prison bitch for the next twelve years is to be my sissy toy for the evening. No one ever has to know." On the TV, the sissy maid was finished transforming into a sweet sexy slut and her mouth was eagerly pleasing her master. I did not want that to be me. But I had a flash of the prison video Nick played me in the office. Being Nick's fuck toy was unthinkable, but twelve years of brutal prison sex, and god knows what else terrified me. Giving in to Nick was the lesser of the two awful fates. "No one will ever know?" I asked. "Do you think I want anyone else to know I'm into this? The only reason we're even having this conversation is because you found out about it, and tried to blackmail me. I meant what I said about becoming partners to mutual advantage. But as I was collecting the evidence I needed to keep you in line, I saw an opportunity to finally live out my fantasy. It's so hard to find anyone who'll do this that won't betray my trust and this fetish getting out could really hurt me. Please, just this once." I could try to argue that I would expose him if he didn't give me the drives, but by doing so, I'd be sentencing myself to hell. My legs were weak. My head spinning. I was fucked either way. Better to be fucked for one night, than for years on end. "Okay," I sighed. Nick smiled. he held out his hand, and I shamefully took it. He led me into the guest room, and asked that I strip. I did but I covered my junk with my hands. He pointed me to the guest bathroom, and handed me a bottle of Nair. "Use this all over your body. I want you completely smooth, okay, sweetie?" Ugh. I cringed when he called me sweetie, like I'd heard him call all the girls at the office countless times. I showered in shame. I couldn't believe I was doing this. The Nair burned as it deprived my entire body of hair. I stepped out and dried off. As I looked at my now hairless body in the mirror, I was having second thoughts. I wrapped a towel around my waist, and exited the bathroom, I looked for my clothes, but Nick must have taken them, and hid them. He came in and blocked the door. "Drop the towel, darlin' let me see how smooth you are now." Nick was considerably taller and stronger than me. I was 5'8" but he was 6'3" and clearly worked out. I dropped the towel. He twirled his finger in a circle, and I turned in a slow circle for him to inspect. He pulled out a pair of baby blue leather cuffs that he had been hiding behind his back, and approached. I backed up into the wall, as he rushed to me, grabbed my wrist, and twisted my arm behind me forcing me to turn around. He held me in place, and cuffed my wrists. He pressed up against me, and I could feel his hard bulging cock rub against my ass through his pants. "You are gonna make a sweet little fuck toy, Eric. I bet you can't wait to have this cock inside you. You want my cock, don'tcha, bitch?" "No." I complained. "Sure you do. No self respecting straight man would have taken my deal. You're not a real man. You're a sweet little sissy fairy, who needs to be trained to be a sweet obedient slut." He ground his cock into me. I squirmed to get free, but he was too strong. He turned me around threw me over his shoulder and carried me into the master bedroom. He dumped me onto the bed, and I saw a baby blue locking bondage collar, a leash, and baby blue ball gag laid out. He quickly grabbed the collar, forced it onto me, and locked it in place. Attached the leash, and tied me to the post on the bed. I couldn't run now. I was his prisoner. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his massive cock, and began stroking it. "Please, Nick. I changed my mind. Let me go." "Oh, no. You bitches are all the same. You play the tease; get a man all turned on, and then you want to leave. I'm not getting a case of blue balls from a sissy bitch like you, Eric. And I don't want to hear you complain, when I know how badly you want my cock. So let's put a stop to your whining." He gagged me with the ball gag. untied the leash and dragged me over to the vanity where on the mirror were taped 20 pictures of drop dead gorgeous blondes in different sexy outfits. He sat in the chair, and pulled me on top of him. I could feel his hard cock against my bare skin. "Pick one." I turned and looked at him confused. "Choose your fate, bitch. Which one of them do you want to be?" He ground himself into me, and I could feel his hot cock against mine. What had I gotten myself into. "Choose, or I'll choose for you. And you won't like what happens then." I looked them over. My eyes settled on one in a sexy red lace chemise that looked a bit like Scarlett Johansson only skinnier, more statuesque, she was so sultry; the sides of her long blonde hair pulled back, and draped with the rest to fall down over her shoulders. I wanted to fuck her. Nick followed my eyes and pulled the picture down. "You wanna be her, huh? I don't blame you, sweetie. She looks extremely fuckable." I shook my head and complained. I tried to speak through the gag, and say, "No, I think she's hot, but I don't want to be her." He turned the photo over and on the back was her name-- 'Hailey' "Hmm, I like that You're going to become my special girl, Hailey." He got up and left me in the chair. He pulled the rest of the pictures down, and tossed them aside. He stuck the picture of Hailey back up on the mirror. I could see my reflection next to her. I looked from her face to mine, and couldn't imagine ever looking like her. "Take a good long look, Eric. Soon all you'll see in the mirror is her." He said it with such finality that a shiver went down my spine. He strapped some sort of viking opera singer bra-like contraption with suction cups around my chest, and hooked up an air compressor. He flipped the switch, and I could feel the cups tugging forcefully on my chest. This wasn't in the videos. What was he doing to me? He strapped me into the chair with velcro restraints, as the thing on my chest tugged away. He put on vinyl gloves and rubbed dye in my still damp hair. Bleaching it from dirty blonde to bleach blonde. He rinsed it out into a metal mixing bowl, and proceeded to dry and brush my hair, teasing it up, and attaching clip-in extensions and styling it until my hair looked just like Hailey's. He rubbed hot wax all over my stubbled face, chin and neck. It burned mildly until he ripped it off taking my hair with it, and leaving my skin smarting, but completely smooth. He took more wax and smeared it on my eyebrows, and ripped it off - shaping my eyebrows until they matched the girl in the mirror. He never said anything about altering my appearance. How was I going to hide all this on Monday. He grabbed a syringe and injected the contents into my lips - ten injections along the top and ten along the bottom leaving me with thick swollen lips. I squirmed and squealed in horror, as he took another similar syringe and began injecting it into my cheeks. "Don't fret sweetie, it's just collagen. A temporary fix. It'll eventually absorb into your system in about 3 months or so." Three months? This was supposed to be a one night thing. I struggled furiously to get free, but the straps were too tight, and with my arms locked behind me, I had no leverage. He went to work on my make up. The base and powder smoothed out my skin and gave it a glow. He highlighted my eyebrows making them more dramatic, as he added purple and pink eyeshadow combined with the dark dramatic eyeliner and mascara my reflection became startlingly similar to the girl in the mirror. He polished off my cheeks with blush. Lesser of Two Evils I looked back and forth between the picture on the mirror and my reflection. While not identical we could be sisters. There was no trace of me left in my face. I not only looked like a girl, but a gorgeous girl. Nick left the room, and came back with what looked like a staple gun. Without warning he pierced my ears with little sapphire studs. The collagen was one thing, but this was different, I flinched and complained angrily through the gag. He was making permanent changes to my body. That wasn't part of our deal! I glared at him in fury. He laughed. "Oh, sweetie, you're so sexy when you're angry." He unstrapped me from the chair and led me by leash to the foot of the bed. He undid my cuffs for moment, and I tried to break free, but he was too strong, He re-cuffed my hands in front of me. attached a thin wire looped through an eye-hook in the ceiling to the chain between the cuffs, and snapped it tight, pulling my hands high over my head. He kept tugging till I was pulled up on to my tippy toes. He tied the wire to the bed post. He went to the closet and pulled out a pale yellow maid's outfit, along with baby blue and white petticoats, white sheer stockings with yellow bows, and a baby blue underbust corset. He wrapped the corset around me and fasten the metal clasps in the front. He drew the pale pink ribbons in the back tight; cinching my waist down into a sleek hourglass shape. He tied the ribbons in a pretty bow. He chuckled as he traced my new curves. He held up a large makeup mirror so I could see my shape in the vanity mirror behind me. No, no, no... From behind I was too sexy!! My long blonde hair cascading down over a sleek hourglass figure, and my now heart shaped ass was begging to be fucked. I complained through the gag. Nick just chuckled. He dropped the mirror on the bed, and rubbed his crotch against my ass. I could feel his rock hard cock through his pants. I moaned in terror. Nick slid the stockings up my legs. This was the first moment where I realized how much trouble I was in. The stockings felt so good on my smooth legs. Nick stroked my legs as he attached the garters from the corset, and drew them taught. I began to get hard. I fought against it, and soon the sensation went away. Nick strapped pale yellow patent leather pumps to my feet, and then padlocked them in place. He tied my leash to the bedpost again, and loosened the wire holding me on my toes. I settled down onto the heels. He pushed me up against the bedpost, and cinched the leash tight, so I only had about an inch of leash tethering my to the post. I couldn't see well enough to undo the knot, and no leverage to pull free. He unbuckled my wrist cuffs, and slid elbow length pale yellow satin opera gloves onto my hands and up my arms. He re-cuffed my wrists behind me. And then he caressed my ass with his hands. I could only squirm as he fondled me. He took more tiny padlocks and secured the corset to me. He grabbed a pair of baby blue satin panties and pulled them up my legs. He knelt down, and tucked my cock down into them. And then he left me there for no apparent reason. I struggled to get free but it was useless. He was gone for a while. I could hear the sissy porn on the TV in the other room start back up. It didn't make any sense. Why would he truss me up like this, and just leave me here? As I struggled my legs would rub against one another and it sent ripples of pleasure through my body. Why did it have to feel that good? The feel of the corset and the panties was also tantalizing, I hated that it all felt so sexy. And worst of all, it was making me hard. I tried not to move, but my feet were killing me in those heels, and every time I moved something I was wearing would trigger a pleasurable feeling. Maybe that was his plan. He left me here so I'd accept my fate and enjoy being dressed like this. I hated that it might be working. After about an hour, he came back in. "You should be just about ready, now, sweetheart. I know how sexy those clothes must make you feel by now, I'll bet you can't wait to finally be with a man." I pleaded through the gag for him to let me go. But he didn't hear it that way. "That's what I thought. But don't worry we're almost done." He untied the leash and pulled me away from the bed. He unplugged the viking bra on my chest, and removed it with a slow sucking sound. I looked down to see that I had tits!! Fuck!! Were these permanent??? Nick spun me around to look in the mirror. Standing where I used to be was the girl in the picture. Nick stood next me and whispered in my ear. "Hello, Hailey." I struggled to get free. This was a disaster. I wasn't some trite sissy boy in a dress, I was sexy and irresistible. Nick was gonna fuck the shit out of me. He rubbed my stockinged legs, and my cock got hard. I squirmed to try and hide it, but with the sensation of the stockings and the satin panties encasing my cock, I got visibly hard in my panties. Rock hard. Nick noticed. "Ahh, so nice to see you're as excited as I am to see your full girly self come to light, Eric. I can't tell you how happy it makes me to know how turned on you are. But we're not done yet. You'll have to wait just a bit longer, darlin'. But not to worry, you'll get what you're craving very soon." Nick pulled the frilly petticoats up around my waist and followed it with the tight fitting pale, yellow, off-the-shoulder, scoop neck Maid's outfit. He zipped up the back, tightly encasing my tits in satin, pushing them together, as my cleavage was prominently displayed by the scoop neck. I stared at my reflection. There was no denying it. I was drop dead gorgeous. Any man who saw me would want to fuck me, instantly. I wanted to fuck the girl in the mirror. It made me even harder. "And now to put a cherry on top of this perfect, little, slut sundae." He applied deep candied pink lipstick to my swollen lips then dabbed a light pink powder to them in places giving them an exaggerated highlight, and finished by coating them in lip gloss. He removed the gag. I looked in the mirror. My Scarlett Johansson style lips demaned to be fucked. I stood there now with no trace of masculinity remaining at all. There was a drop dead gorgeous girl standing where there was once a boy. A terrified little girl knowing what a pervert Nick was, and what he would likely do to her. Nick rubbed my nipples through my dress, it sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body like nothing I'd ever felt before. I gasped in shock and ecstasy. He continued to play with my tits, as he reached up my skirt and rubbed my hard cock through my panties. I felt like I'd burst and cum in my panties. Nick whispered in my ear. "I have so much to teach you, Eric. I'll show you pleasures you've never dreamed of. But if you fail to please me. You'll will leave here exactly as you are, and am sure someone else will make good use of your sweet ass, and that irresistible mouth. Do you understand me?" I nodded. Genuinely terrified of anyone seeing me like this. Everything about me begged to be fucked. Who would resist the urge. I felt defenseless. Knowing full well what kind of horrors might befall me being dressed like this in my neighborhood. I'd never make it from my car to the apartment door. Nick grasped my dick through the satin panties an stroked it. "I know how turned on you are, Eric. The cock doesn't lie. You like it when I touch you. You like being a sexy girl. And I'm gonna show you what really means to be one. You will be my sissy whore for the entire weekend. By then these sexy titties of yours will have gone back to normal, and the swelling in your lips and cheeks will be less noticeable. And then I'm gonna let you leave here with the hard drives, and you can go back to being Eric. I don't think you'll want to. I think you're going to love being my sissy love toy. Before you know it, you'll be begging for my cock." His hands roamed over my tits - driving me crazy. All I could think about was getting some release. Involuntarily, I panted like a horny slut. Nick laughed softly. "Now nothing I've done to you is permanent. If you decide, after this weekend that you want go back to being plain old Eric, I will do everything necessary to make sure no one finds out about this. You'll be able to work from home until you feel comfortable to return. But you have to earn that right. And to do that you only need to to do two things for me. First, you need accept who you really are. Accept that this sexy little tramp you see in the mirror is the real you. And I will know that you've accepted yourself when tell me your new name. Then the second thing I need is for you to beg your master to train you to be his sissy slut. Do you want that?" He continued to fondle my tits, and his hand stroking my cock through my panties was too much, I was engulfed in ecstasy, I hated myself, but I wanted more. "Yes," I hissed. "What's your name, sweetie?" He asked. I looked at myself in the mirror. Where did I go? All I saw was the girl in the photograph. All I saw was Hailey. "Hailey," I replied in too masculine a voice. "You don't sound like a Hailey." "Hailey," I gushed in my best girly voice. "What can your master do for you, Hailey?" "Please train me, Master." "Train you to do what?" "Train me to be your slut, please, Master." What was I saying? I didn't want this, but he had made it clear that I couldn't back out now, or be kicked to the curb looking like this. I had to play his game until I could get the drives back, and these clothes off, and forget this weekend ever happened. "I'm not convinced you really want it, Hailey." He stopped stroking my tits and my cock, and was horrified that my first thought was that I I'd die without his touch on me. I needed to cum so bad, and I needed this to be over, and the quickest way was to just get on with it. I needed to convince him, so I got on my knees, and begged. "Please Master, make me your slut, train me to please you." "You want my cock? You want me to train you to fuck and suck like the whore you've always dreamed of being?" "Yes, Master. Please train me." Nick smiled. Pulled his cock from his pants and shoved it in my mouth. He grabbed me by my hair and fucked my mouth. Within 30 seconds he came down my throat without warning. I swallowed reflexively. He pulled his cock out and rubbed it on my face. "That taste good slut?" "Yes, Master." It didn't but I needed to just get through this, so I played along. "That's what I thought. You love cum, don't you Hailey?" "Yes, Master," I murmurred embarrassed as hell to have just taken his cock and swallowed his load. He smiled, put his cock away, zipped up, and motioned for me to stand. I complied, and he led me by my leash to the living room. He un-cuffed my hands, and unhooked my leash. He bent me over the sofa, and felt me up. My body was alive with ecstasy from his touch. I wished he'd touch my cock, if only he would I could probably cum, and this growing desire to be his slut would go away. I couldn't think straight. I was alive at his touch and the feel of his hands caressing me through these clothes. I wanted to cum so bad, but more than anything, I badly wanted this all to go away. He ground my ass from behind as I felt his cock grow hard again. "Oh, god. This is it. He's gonna fuck me." I cringed in fear. But he stopped. He hooked a finger through the ring on my collar, and led me around to the sofa, and sat down. He patted his leg. I cautiously sat on his lap, and he continued to feel me up. It was driving me mad, I moaned with pleasure. He seized the opportunity and shoved his tongue into my open mouth, and kissed me deeply. I had never kissed a man before, it was rough, and gross. I tried to pull away, but he grabbed my hair and held me there. As his hands groped me everywhere, and I felt the sweet caress of the satin I was encased in, I continued to moan involuntarily. If anyone had walked in on us, it would look to them like I was making out with Nick, begging to be fucked. He pushed me off his lap and onto the sofa next to him, and undid his pants. His massive cock sprang out. He wagged it at me, and smiled. He picked up the remote and rewound the sissy slut video to a blow job scene. He stroked his cock as he watched. "Watch and learn, Hailey." I watched the pretty sissy slut on the video make love to her master's cock with her mouth. It was so hot. It was turning me on even more. "Now, show me what you've learned, Hailey. Make love to my cock." He stroked my titties through the yellow satin dress, It drove me insane. I sucked his cock like a hungry slut. Making love to it like the sissy slave in the video. He moaned with pleasure, but didn't cum as quickly as he did the first time. He soon stopped being passive, as he grabbed my hair and fucked my mouth almost choking me. I made involuntary quacking noises which turned him on even more. He clenched, and held my head in place as he blasted a massive load into my mouth. I forced myself not to swallow this time. He let go of my hair. "Show me what you have there, slut." I sat back, and opened my mouth so he could see his hot load still resting on my tongue. "Good girl. Now, swallow that tasty treat. You've earned it." I reluctantly did as commanded, and swallowed his bitter jizz. He pushed me back on the the sofa and crawled on top of me. Me ran his hand up and down my stockinged legs. He switched to my tits, and then back to my legs. The sensation was driving me insane. I was rock hard, aching badly for release. I needed to cum so bad, I blurted out. "I need to cum, master. Please make me cum." "You want to be fucked, Hailey? You need a man's cock deep inside you?" The thought of it turned my stomach, but I knew it was coming whether I like it or not, so I played along. "Yes, Master." "It doesn't sound like you really want it." He looked over at the TV. On the video the sissy slut was begging to be fucked, begging for a cock deep inside her. She was desperate for cock. Nick looked from the TV back to me, and stroked my legs, and grinned knowingly. I knew what he wanted to hear. "Put your cock deep inside me, make me cum like the little whore I am." He grabbed my ankles and pushed them over my head, reached into my petticoats and pulled my panties off, freeing my stiff cock. "You're clitty is so hard, Hailey. Your master really turns you on, doesn't he." "Yes," I replied sheepishly. And then he wet his index finger with his mouth, and slid it into my asshole. I was surprised that the sensation was not unpleasant. He slowly finger fucked me, adding a 2nd finger and then another as he went on widening my tight little hole. He slowly fucked my ass with one hand while massaging one of my tits with the other. The combination was extraordinary. I threw my head back and moaned like a slut. Nick laughed. "Does my little slut need her sissy pussy fucked?" If being fucked felt anything like this, then yes, I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to be fucked hard. "Yes, Master. Please fuck me. Fuck my tight sissy ass." My moaning had Nick rock hard again. He pulled a small bottle of lube out of a drawer in the coffee table. He pushed some of it into me with his fingers. I played with my own tits, loving the sensation of the satin gloves rubbing the tight satin encasing my pumped up titties. I had never before imagined anything ever feeling like this. Nick smiled at me, as I played with my tits: my ankles over my head, my corseted girly ass in the appropriate position to be taken. He grinned as he coated his thick 8" monster with lube, and rubbed it up against my now amply loosened opening. But I was unprepared for his full manhood. He slid it into me slowly. It filled me up, I gasped from the slight pain, and the feeling of his massive cock inside me. I reached up and grabbed his shoulders reflexively. His smile widened at my apparent ecstasy at having him inside me. I had a man's cock inside me and I wasn't complaining. What was wrong with me? He slowly pumped my ass, as I adjusted to his size, then he sped up, gradually. The sensation changed from one of humiliation to one of mind blowing ecstasy. I never imagined anything could feel this unbelievably good. Oh, god, I was getting into it. I was now a willing partner in this sick fantasy. I was loving being fucked like a slut. Nick grabbed my ankles and really leaned into it. I couldn't contain myself. I came. My load squirting up onto my face. Nick slowed for a moment, wiped my cum off my face with his fingers and fed it to me. Lost in lust I eagerly lapped it up. I looked into his eyes lustfully. Wrapped my arms around his neck, as he sprinted for home. He grunted and groaned as I felt his hot load pump into me. I was dizzy and drunk on sex. I clung to him like a child. He collapsed on top of me; still convulsing. I was in heaven. I had never felt anything like this in my life. As the elation slowly began to wear off, I became painfully aware that I was a young man dressed like a slutty maid, I had just swallowed two loads of a man's cum, and one of my own, and a 4th was stirring inside my ass. And rather than screaming indignantly as I should be, I had my arms wrapped around him, and as I started to let go, Nick kissed me deeply. My lips parted and accepted the kiss, instead of letting go, I gave into him, and kissed him back. "Thank you, Eric" he whispered, "Thank you for granting me this. You were everything I hoped you'd would be." He got off me. Tossed me my panties. And walked off. I sat there a moment confused - the cool air on my balls made me feel a bit exposed, so I slid the panties back on, and tucked my now flaccid thing down into them. Nick came back with two glasses of Jameson. He handed me one. After what I'd just been through I needed it. I knocked it back and set the empty glass on the coffee table. Nick sat next to me. "That wasn't so bad now was it?" I was stunned. But no it wasn't as bad as I imagined it would be. I had never cum like that before in my life. Not with a girl, not masturbating. Never. I wasn't going to admit it to him, but it was most intense orgasm I had ever had. I just sat there silent - in shock. I was having a hard time processing everything. Nick took a sip of his whiskey, and then touched my cheek softly. "You look very pretty, you know. Prettier than any girl at the office." What the fuck was he doing? Was this some sort of additional mind game? "Thanks", I said bashfully. Was it over, Was he gonna make me stay the weekend, or could I get out of these clothes, wash up and leave? "You're free to go, now, Eric. you don't have to be Hailey for me anymore. You fulfilled your end of the deal. I just want you to know, that you're the sexiest girl I've ever been with. And the best fuck I've ever had. I know it's probably too much to ask of you, but I'd love for this not to be our last time together." Was he out of his mind? No way I was doing this again. He leaned over and gently kissed me on the lips. then he hung his head, and motioned to his bedroom. "You can go get undressed now." I quickly got up, and tried to walk as dignified as I could in those heels and got the fuck out of there before he changed his mind. I went into his room and closed the door, leaned back against it, and had a mini panic attack. What the fuck had I just done? I just let a man dress me up like a slutty maid and fuck the shit out of me. And I enjoyed it! I hated myself. I reached back and unzipped the dress. I let it fall to the floor and I stepped out of it. I pulled the petticoats off as well. As I tried to undo the garters I caught my reflection in the mirror. I walked over and stood there in awe. The girl in the mirror was maybe the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. My tits which were probably a full B - perfect and perky. I reached up, and massaged them with my satin gloved hands. What was I going to do about these? I was sure they'd probably go away on their own like Nick said, but when? I doubted even putting my clothes back on taking out the extensions, and removing the make-up would make me any less girly. I sat down at the vanity and sighed. I couldn't stop marveling at how hot I was. I'd never been with a girl as hot as the one I was staring at. And my tits... I couldn't stop playing with them. I was getting hard again. Lesser of Two Evils I pulled my cock out and stroked it with one gloved hand while I played with my tits with the other. I was getting so close but I couldn't climax. It was probably because I had already cum so massively by being fucked, all this stimulation wasn't enough to get me off a 2nd time. And then I heard Nick open the door... "I forgot to give you the key..." Nick came in with the key for the padlocks, and caught me masturbating. I tried to cover up, embarrassed. He chuckled. "Something turning you on, Eric?" "No, I.... I..." "I thought for sure you'd be ripping these clothes off, and instead you're getting off on your sissy self," he said smugly. He approached me, calmly. "Do you need a hand? Or, maybe a cock?" "No... I... I don't know what I was..." Nick ran his hands along the sides of my corset, and across my exposed tits, he leaned down and kissed me fully on the mouth. I pulled away embarrassed. Nick rubbed my back warmly. "It's okay to want it, Eric. I could tell how much you liked being fucked. You Let me help you out.. make you feel like a woman again. That's what you really want isn't it, to feel the way you felt with your arms wrapped around me lost in ecstasy." I hated myself, but I wanted him again... badly. I wanted him to fuck me... make me feel like I felt before. I stood up, and kissed him back and stroked his cock through his pants. "I want you Nick. I want your cock." For a split second Nick's prediction of me begging for his cock flashed through my head. But I told myself. It just be this once. I'll get it out of my system. Nick picked me up, and carried me to the bed as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He laid me on the bed, and crawled on top of me. He kissed me deeply. I couldn't help myself, I kissed him back passionately, and swooned with the anticipation of his cock in my mouth. He pulled my panties off, and fondled my cock. He reached down and put it in his mouth. His tongue on my cock got me so hot. I arched my back in ecstasy. I pushed him away, turned the tables, and crawled on top. I undid his pants and took out his cock. I lubed him up with my mouth while looking him in the eye, watching how turned on he got. Then I straddled him, and lowered myself onto his cock. I rode his cock, driving it deep into me, while stroking my tits with those wonderful satin gloves. He grabbed my waist and drove himself into me with every bounce, as I fucked myself toward ecstasy. It took much longer than the first time to get off, but I came so much harder. So hard I nearly passed out as I collapsed onto his chest. But he wasn't done, he flipped me onto my knees, and entered me from behind. I was now facing the mirror on the vanity watching him fuck me doggy style. It was the hottest thing I'd ever witnessed. There was this hot, blonde sexy slut, being pounded from behind and I could feel every stroke. It was heaven, I moaned and bucked with pleasure as I watched him fuck me. He grabbed my hair and rode me like a pony. I felt myself building toward orgasm again, and hoped the spurt of his hot cum into my ass would be delayed long enough so that I could cum again. My hopes came to fruition as I screamed a ragged womanly orgasmic scream, as I came so hard my dick hurt. Nick pulled out, turned me around, and shot his load all over my face. As I knelt before him, his hot man juice dripping down my face my mind went blank. I couldn't think anything except, that I loved being his slut. He slapped my lips with his softening cock. And then laid back in bed. He patted the pillow next to him. I had no will to resist. I lay down next to him. He wiped the cum from my face with his hands and plopped his fingers into my mouth. I playfully licked them clean. What was I doing? I couldn't tell up from down. What the hell was I doing? I had never even fantasized about being with a man before, and now here I was gazing adoringly at a man, reveling in the warmth of the multiple orgasms he just gave me, and the taste of his cum on my tongue. "You are a heavenly angel, Eric." "You mean, Hailey?" "So you've accepted it?" "For you, Nick, I'll always be Hailey when you need me to be." I was out of my mind for saying it. but I got lost in the moment. He had awakened something amazing in me I didn't know was there. He wasn't such a bad guy, and I really didn't mind being his lover. It was keeping me out of prison. I didn't want to be a girl full time or anything. But being Nick's secret sissy fuck toy might not be such a bad thing. I didn't know how I'd reconcile my lips and cheeks, but I'd worry about all that later. I wanted to enjoy this. I rested my head on his chest and cuddled. "I love being your girl." "So, you're in no hurry to go back to being Eric?" "No. Being Hailey's not so bad. The sex is amazing. And you made me look so sexy. I love the way I look." "So you want to stay like this the whole weekend?" "Sure. But then you have to do what you said, and let me go back to being Eric. I like this but I'm not ready to be a girl all the time." "Are you sure? Cuz I'd love for you to be Hailey at work too." I mused at the thought of being a girl at work. But being a slutty maid was one thing, I wasn't sure I could pull off a passable girl in daylight. "Think of it. You could become my secretary, and we could have sex in my office while we scheme about how to take over, and then come home and celebrate our victories. I'll buy you all kinds of sexy outfits. It'd be awesome." "You've gotta slow down, Nick. I'm still adjusting to this. I'm just not ready for that kind of a commitment. Let's just take it slow and move forward with our plans to take over the company." He looked very disappointed. His absently played with the bows at the tops of my stockings, and stroked my side through the corset gently. "Well, I'm not sure that's going to work with you as Eric." He reached into his pants and handed me a folded pink slip of paper. I unfolded it to find a termination notice. "Because you're fired." "What?" "After you left, I told David everything, and showed him the evidence. You weren't there to defend yourself, so he decided not to give you a chance to cover your tracks, so he fired you, and suspended all of your access codes and your badge. When I told him you tried to blackmail me, he left it up to me whether or not to press charges. So whether, or not, your sweet ass goes to prison is entirely up to me. And going to prison with those lips... well..." I was completely stunned, speechless. Everything I had just done was pointless. I had no job, and was facing a prison term at this asshole's whim. "I think you'll do very well in prison, Eric. You clearly love being a sissy bitch. And those plump, sexy lips will drive those cons crazy. You'll be like candy to them, passed around like a sex toy from cock to cock." I was terrified. "Nick. Please." "Wait, I haven't even gotten to the best part, yet." He opened his laptop, and showed me his video feeds. There were hidden cameras all over the house. He played back certain moments of me getting fucked and loving it, especially the parts in the bedroom, and my masturbating. "I could edit this all together and make it look like you made yourself my bitch voluntarily. You certainly were not forced when you were begging to be fucked, or riding my cock. once this goes up on shemaletube you'll be instant bitch meat." "How could you? I'm gave you everything you needed to get what you want." "Oh, not everything. Not yet. You see, trying to blackmail me, really pissed me off. Nobody fucks with me without becoming my bitch. In your case it's more literal than figurative." I started crying. This fucker had ruined my life. I couldn't even argue. I had no leverage whatsoever. I hung my head. "Fine Nick. I'll be Hailey for you at work. Just please don't send me to prison." "It's not that simple, anymore, Eric. You're not getting off easy anymore. You had your chance to be my partner in this, but now that's off the table. Since I can't trust you, you have prove that you've completely accepted your new life as Hailey. You need to commit to becoming a girl, hormones, surgery, the whole deal. You need to accept that Eric was a lie, a sissy boy masquerading a straight man. You need to destroy everything in you that is Eric, and embrace the naughty little cum princess that is the real you." "Hormones? Surgery? There's no coming back from that!" "You don't have to do it, Eric. You can go home now, if ya like. Just as you are. Or you can take this new offer on the table. Sweet sexy, Hailey has a future as my secretary. Sissy boy Eric's future is uncertain except for the 12 years in prison. And the internet video of him dressing like a slut and joyfully taking a man's cock that will likely haunt him all his life. I'll of course blur my face out, for privacy." "Nick, please." "Eric. I think you know how badly I want to make you my bitch.I don't like to lose. I'll do anything to own your ass. The way I see it; you either commit to Hailey, or to Eric. I'd prefer Hailey." I was crying. My life as Eric Wilkes was over. I supposed being a secretary wasn't so bad, Emily, Heather and Krystal seemed to love it. I'd have a life, I'd be free, and I'd get to have amazing sex even at work. I sighed in resignation. "Fine, I'll be Hailey for you." "You don't sound very committed. I need you to prove to me that you want to be a girl. That you're prepared to go all the way." "How do I prove it to you?" "For starters I need you put this on." He handed me a metal tube, a cock restraint, along with a tiny padlock. "Enslave your own cock. Lock Eric away. Make it so the only areas you can receive pleasure are your tight little girly ass, and your sweet, sexy girly mouth." I took the tube and considered that ramifications of it. I looked at Nick hoping that any moment he'd tell me that he was just pulling my leg. That this was just his way of having a joke at my expense. That look never came. Nick glared at me sternly. I sighed sadly, and slipped the tube over my cock so only the head was exposed. I looked up at Nick who smiled devilishly. I closed my eyes, as I clicked the padlock closed. "Good girl, Hailey. Now put your panties back on" I pulled the baby blue satin undies up, and watched as Nick tucked my shackled penis down into them so the head would sit where a girl's pussy would be. He tickled the head through my panties. making me moan. "Oh, you're such a little slut, aren't you, Hailey." "Yes, master." "Good, now pick up your petticoats and your dress, and put them in the hamper." I did as I was commanded. Nick went into the closet and pulled out a shiny pale yellow patent leather motorcycle jacket and matching mini skirt. He tossed them on the bed. "Get dressed." I slipped on the skirt, and zipped it up. It hugged my amazing ass so deliciously. I pulled on the jacket which was snug, and zipped it up which created some nice rounded cleavage. The inner lining of the jacket felt amazing on my bare tits. He dropped two yellow wrist length PVC gloves onto the bed, so I swapped out the satin ones for these. I was one hot slut. I started to get turned on. But the cock sleeve resisted painfully. I could already see how this was going to be a problem. Nick sat me down at the Vanity and fixed my hair, and make up. "I will teach you to do your own make-up, as we go, but for now I'll just do it for you. Try to pick up as much as you can by watching." When he was done, I was so sexy and slutty. My pouty lips, covered in pink gloss were begging to fucked. My cock hurt. I winced from the pain. Nick noticed this. "Are you getting yourself all hot, Eric?" "Yes. And it hurts." Nick fondled my tits through the jacket, and ran his hand up my leg; making the pain worse as I got super aroused. I sucked in some air in both pain and ecstasy. He fondled the head of my dick through the panties. "Your pussy will ache until you cum. The more stimulation. the greater the ache. You're a smart girl, do the math." Oh, my god. I'd have to get fucked to see any relief. Being dressed like this turned me on. Physical stimuli turned me on. This would make me the horniest slut on the planet. "Oh, god, no. No, Master. Please." He ignored me and continued to feel me up. I was panting with pleasure and pain. it was too much. I needed to be fucked. "Fuck me, please." "Could you be more specific, Eric?" "I need your cock in my ass." "You need my cock in your girly ass?" "Yes master, I need your cock in my girly ass. Please fuck my tight, slutty, girly ass!" "But you're not a girl, yet, Eric. You don't have a girly ass, do you sissy boy? I don't want a sissy boy like you as my secretary. I want a sexy slut; hot for my cock. Do you want me to train you to be my girl. Eric?" I hung my head in shame. "Yes." "And...?" "I am your little sissy bitch, Master. I'm a worthless, sissy fairy slut, who needs to be fucked like a little whore, and taught to be a real girl... fuck my little sissy pussy, master, please. Make me your sweet little fuck toy. Teach me how to be a girl." "All little sissy sluts need to learn that it is impolite to ask to be fucked without paying respect to the cock that will please them. Real girls already know this." He took his cock out and wagged it in front of me. I greedily took his cock in my mouth and made love to it. I looked up into his eyes, and moaned as I sucked him off. I wanted that cock in my ass so bad, I'd do anything to get it. But I did too good a job. He came in my mouth. made me show him his load, and then commanded I swallow it, and thank him. "Thank you for you sweet cum, master. I hope I earned it." He lifted my chin with his had, and smiled. "Very good my dear, But my cum is not enough to kill off that little sissy faggot, Eric. For you to truly become Hailey you're gonna need to be dripping cum from both ends." Oh my god, what was he talking about? "That's right, Eric. It's not simply enough for you to say all the right things. I'm gonna make sure to obliterate anything that remains of you so that your inner girl can be free." He motioned for me to stand up. I did, and wobbled on those heels as he led me by the had into the living room. As we rounded the corner, I froze. In the room stood David Ham, the man who had fired me, and five other men I recognized from work. How long had they been there? Nick grabbed my collar ring and dragged me into the middle of the room, and turned me around so they could see me from all sides. "Hello everyone, You're all here because you got my text, so I don't need to explain everything to you. And I'm sure you don't recognize this little sissy slut as Eric, the IT guy. But this is he. And Eric has volunteered to be this evening's entertainment. He has surrendered his faggot sissy ass for our pleasure. Eric wants to become one of our new office girls and be called Hailey, but he has not earned that right yet, so only when this little faggot has given you what you crave, fulfilled all your manly pleasures and behaved as a perfect slutty girl, may you call him Hailey. Until then, you will call him Eric, or sissy, or faggot, but he must learn to walk talk, suck, and fuck like a girl before he may be treated like one." I was embarrassed to have these men who knew me see me like this. I tried not to look them in the eye, especially considering the lustful way they were looking at me, especially David. "Wow, Nick. This is your best work yet. I didn't see it back when you told me to hire him, but man he is one sexy little cunt. I'm hard just looking at him." David said, rubbing his cock. "Then you're the only one, Dave. I saw it the moment he walked in the building eight months ago. Took him long enough for him to fuck up. I've been eyeing his pretty mouth for months.", quipped Mark from accounting. I stammered, "You mean. You had this planned the whole time?" "It's human nature, cunt. People can't not snoop. We opened the window and you crawled right through it. So did our last little project. I think you know him. Emily?" sneered Phil; the Northwest Supervisor. "Emily was..." "His name was Emeril. A nosy little French fuck. And he fought us pretty hard. He hates being a girl, which is why I think I like fucking him the most. Watching him trapped in that super sexy body, swirling my cum around in his sexy girly mouth, and begrudgingly begging to be fucked. Serves him right for being such snob." Ted the Southeast Supervisor said unbuckling his pants. I was feeling even more betrayed than before. The girl I tried to defend was a victim like me. And had helped set me up. I knew now why there were never any sexual harassment suits at work. I was pretty sure these devious fucks had a way to blackmail everybody. "As an office girl, you'll be expected to service all of the executive staff, you'll entertain prospective clients, give them whatever they desire. But we're getting ahead of ourselves. You still haven't proven yourself. You might fail tonight, and then, sadly, it's prison instead. Either way, you're gonna get filled with cum. But at least with us, you'll get benefits." David grinned as he took down his pants. They all began to strip. "What's it gonna be, Eric? You're gonna be a bitch either way, but the food's better on the outside," Nick sneered. I'd been used. Played. Made into a sissy slut, and soon to be humiliated as an office whore, a plaything for these assholes. I was really being sentenced to prison either way. Nick reached up my skirt and rubbed my pussy. I was reminded of how being fucked like a girl really wasn't that bad. I unzipped my jacket, shrugged it off, and let it fall to the floor. I strutted up to David, pushed him back onto the sofa forcing him to sit. I did a sexy lapdance/strip tease; dropped my panties and stepped out of them, then dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. Nick had a point, the food was better on the outside. I pointed my ass at the others and wiggled it. "Gentlemen, make a woman out of me." Nick pounced on my ass first. I was shocked to find that it felt amazing to have two cocks in me. They all took video and pictures of me getting fucked from start to finish. They forced me to strut around the room until I got my gait right, and could shake my ass in those heels without wobbling. They spanked me anytime my voice sounded even a bit manly or falsetto. They took turns fucking me till my jaw ached, and no one in the room could cum anymore. I was covered in cum, on my back, on my tits, in my ass, on my face, and I lost track of how much was inside me. But by the end, I could walk, talk and fuck like the girl I now needed to be. I was exhausted, but I felt like I had proven myself worthy. I could barely move when Nick placed the ball gag in my mouth, and slapped on the bondage cuffs. He moved me to the center of the room, and trussed up my wrists from a loop in the ceiling holding my hands high above my head. He kicked my legs apart, and attached a spreader bar. I was immobilized, but kind of confused. They owned me, why did they need to tie me up? I had nowhere to run. I started to get a little afraid. Nick unfastened my corset, and removed it. He wiped all my make up off, and then swabbed my face with alchohol. He took a hot towel and wiped the cum from my back. David plugged in a tattoo gun. NO. They were gonna tattoo me. I complained through the gag. "That's right, cunt. You have to get inked. Enrique here is very talented." I squirmed to get free, but I could barely move. Enrique our marketing head came around front and grabbed my lower lip, he dipped the gun in ruby red ink and began tattooing my lip. I screamed in horror, for all the good it would do me. He tattooed my lower and upper lips. It was excruciatingly painful but my endorphins kicked in and soon I was numb to the pain. Then he moved on; tattooing charcoal black eyeliner around my eyes. And then tracing a light brown over my plucked arched eyebrows. I cried when I realized I would always have to look like this.