14 comments/ 48547 views/ 18 favorites Becoming Her Sister Ch. 01 By: theenchantress21 It had been a terrible second day at work. What did she think of me - a piece of trash or something? Only yesterday I had joined this syndication company as an Executive directly reporting to the Director. But what I did today was nowhere remotely close to an Executive's job - getting water for the director, making tea or coffee for him as many times as he asked for, besides that stapling, printing, setting the air-conditioner's temperature to suit the director. My senior or to be precise the person whom I am pissed about -- Ms. Vaishali -- had been my Director's assistant for some time now and I assumed that she would be doing all the errands of work that I mentioned before. But she coolly and quiet bossily slipped on the work to me. It had been just a day at work before I met her. She hadn't turned up the day I joined. My portfolio required me to analyze the financial statements, make reports and interact with the clients to get all the information required by my reporting head. Since I was still new to all this and the office, the pace of work flowing to me was rather too slow. I wasn't complaining of that but this role of being a personal assistant and doing chores of the lady bothered me. I made a note on my way back home to tell Ms. Vaishali to do the part of work that she was supposed to do in a polite way so as not to offend her and be on the same page with her. The next day at work, I reached before her and was still mentally preparing myself as to how to make the conversation with her. Suddenly, the door flung open and Ms. Vaishali rushed in still abusing and cussing someone over her cell phone, probably her boyfriend I thought. She was sobbing profusely and I felt pity for her. I sat there with a glass of water waiting for her to calm down and regain her composure. I just stared at her blankly when I just happened to gaze at her. She was petite, if done away with the scars of acne, she would look pretty. Probably a year or two elder to me. She regained her composure and out of courtesy I asked her what happened? She took her sweet little time that stretched through the day in between our works to tell me the whole thing with her boyfriend. All the while, I had been patient enough to listen to her and not mention about what I wanted to say. To be honest, it had occupied the last corner of my mind the moment I saw her enter crying. I did all the fixing of ac's temperature, getting water, tea/coffee today without that ill-feeling that I had yesterday. But in the back of my mind, it was still running. She thanked me a hundred times for listening to her patiently, which she said none of her friends -- not even her boyfriend --did. The resolution for the next day remained the same. She entered the office with a sweet smile and I felt that may be today I can tell her about the work. She wished me good morning and sat to work. I thought it would be better for some hours of the day to pass so that it doesn't affect her day and got engrossed in my little work. A few while later, I felt being stared at. I was getting to conscious that I was being watched. They say that only females have this sensing but that was working for me somehow. I turned back and saw Ms. Vaishali staring at me. Before I could utter a word, she said, "You look beautiful!" I was astonished but soon I realized that may be because of her vernacular schooling she confused handsome with beautiful. I tried to correct her but she insisted that she actually meant what she said. I tried to ignore her comment and get back to work but her words were echoing in my mind again and again. I looked and was very much a man that anyone can be. At 5'7, may be I was a bit short but definitely was not petite as she was. My body structure is that of an average healthy guy and there were traces of facial hair even after my regular trims. I concluded that the lady is not proficient enough with her English. I interacted with a few others at work. But it was more on an official note that the interactions ended. At home, I couldn't help but stare at myself in the mirror to notice anything that made me "beautiful". I don't know why but it was bothering me. I had tried shrugging it off but her voice echoed. "Hey beautiful! How are you this morning?" I completely ignored her way of addressing me and greeted her with just a smile. As she settled down, I initiated the conversation that I been preparing myself for. She heard me out patiently and pinching my dimpled cheeks she smiled and replied, "No beautiful! You have to do those things because I am being assigned to a different department now that you are here! Besides, I guess you are learning quiet quickly and will start enjoying all this and more in a while! That I promise!" My jaws dropped to the floor when she was done with her ranting. I felt cheated by the HR for portraying the wrong job description to me. I needed this job for I had bills to take care of. But at the same time, I did not want to undergo this treatment below my qualifications. I went to the HR and asked what Ms. Vaishali had said was true. She tactically handled the situation as an exemplary HR manager and said that the company was hunting for a replacement of Ms. Vaishali and for that period I would have to manage between my work as an Executive and as a personal assistant to the director. I was aghast. I did not know what to do. I kept mum and returned to my desk where Vaishu, as she preferred me to call her, awaited me with a big smile. "It's okay beautiful! Like I said you'll start enjoying it" The following few days were very mechanical. I had lost my interest in the job I held. I performed my duties as a dutiful wife is supposed to. Meanwhile, Vaishu had grown fond of me and camaraderie had developed between us. We had our lunch together and I had started enjoying her company. She confided in me of her escapades with her boyfriend, her issues with her family, her equations with others at work. Her snide were constant and it now did not bother me. But I had started enjoying them. People at work teased me calling me beautiful like she did and I didn't take offense. Even the HR addressed me so, so there was no where I could go and complaint. Occasionally, I even blushed when I was addressed so. It was starting to have a psychological effect on me. At home, I became very orderly and would often offer a helping hand to my mother which I never did before. I washed clothes and utensils, swept the floors, vacuumed the cobs, ironed the clothes. Although my mother was very happy to see this change in me, my sister was irked because she was subjected to criticism and comparison with me. I started taking lavish time to bathe and get dressed for work. From beautiful, I became her babe. She once expressed her wish to adopt me as her sister someday. I laughed it out, but the look that she gave was a very serious one- a look that I remember even today. One fine day, she declared that she was eloping with her boyfriend and she wanted me to be there to witness her wedding. She was to go absconding from work as she intended to go to a town away from here to settle down. "I want you to follow me. Come with me, I'll treat you as my sister. I and my boyfriend will take care of you." "That's so sweet of you, Vaishu! But you know that I can't come! I have a family, I have to earn for them." "You'll follow me babe! Because I want you to! Because I want you as my sister and I'll make you mine!" she said with a confident smile. I was shocked at the intensity and aggression with which she spoke. 'I want you as my sister and I'll make you mine!' What did that mean? Yes, I admit that my mannerism had become more effeminate ever since I met Vaishu, but I still loved being the male that I was. I liked her and was fond of her as a brother is to a sister. But why do I need to be a sister to her? It was the day she had planned to elope. I stood as witness to their marriage. She had planned for a small party and the newlywed, a couple of their friends and me headed off to a pub to celebrate. The last thing I remember of the night was being sloshed and drugged with a drink. I woke up on a bed somewhere I didn't know. I got goosebumps all over when I felt the breeze brush by. I could only raise my head as I felt my hands and legs were restrained. With still a hangover, I blurry sensed and saw myself completely naked. "Hey Babe! Finally, you're awake. We have been waiting all this long. It's been 15 hours" the voice seemed to be that of an acquaintance - a voice that I heard almost daily. It was Vaishu and with her stood her husband Abhay. I was petrified. I tried to gather myself closer to cover up my nakedness but to vain. "Oh! Look! She feels embarrassed! Don't you worry, sister! I promised we'll take of you as my sister." She smiled wickedly and in a second her smile was replaced with a pregnant pause. "As a sister! Hmm! So shouldn't you become my sister for me to take care of you?" I could hardly speak as my mouth was tied too. I started crying at my situation. But both Vaishu and Abhay were laughing wicked laughter and it frightened me even more. Vaishu started to strip and stood naked in front of me. Although her naked beauty stirred my emotions, the situation was too complex and I was even more frightened than before. She must be a 32B cup I sensed but it didn't matter at this moment. She applied some vermilion to her forehead and then to mine. I shivered to her touch but she gently smiled and kissed my forehead and went to stand in front of me. Abhay, her husband, stood behind me, completely dressed, slowly loosening the restraint so as to allow me to rise a little more. When he was done, he walked to the front and stood a little behind where Vaishu stood. Ms. Vaishali, the lady whom I had met a few months back was completely different from the lady that she looked right now. She was petite yet powerful. She was beautiful yet she had an ugly side. She was caring and affection but she was obsessive too. Vaishali started grunting and gritting her teeth. She mumbled few verses which seemed to be a mixture of Sanskrit and Persian. After five minutes, I started to feel a tingle in my chest which started spreading towards my abs, my groins eventually spreading to my whole body. The tingle convulsed into pain and the pain grew excruciating. I started blurring out and everything started fainting around me. Even in that state, I could hear something being torn. With my blurry eyes, I saw my chest started bleeding and two fresh mass of flesh started emerging from my bloodied chest. I was in pain. I could feel the tear around my groins. There was blood shed even down. I felt the blood run down from the tear. My testes were getting sucked into the new tear and so was my penis disappearing into it. Inch by inch, my penis got sucked in & inch by inch, the flesh on my chest grew outwards. It was simultaneous. I was screaming out my lungs while Ms. Vaishali continued with her chanting. The goosebumps that I felt a while ago, I felt it again before it submerged into my skin. As and how my sexual organs were pulled into my body, my hips started widening, probably to accommodate them. The process lasted more than an hour. The room was filled with my screams and with the smell of blood. I felt dizzy through the latter part and eventually everything blackened out. I swam in the blackness between sub-consciousness and unconsciousness, finally losing myself to the unconsciousness. Becoming Her Sister Ch. 02 It has been a long time since I last submitted the Ch. 01. Thanks for all your feedback - negative and positive. Yes, the negative did bother me but the positive did encourage me too. Those who wished I don't continue any further, sorry to disappoint. Those who wished and ask for the next chapter, this one is for you. Those who aren't into transformation thing - PLEASE DO NO T READ ANY FURTHER. Thanks & Happy Reading... Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo The chant had left me unconscious for several hours and what followed was a sense of dizziness. In the moments before my consciousness returned, all that happened before I went blank flashed. I was sweating. I hoped against hope and thought that this was just a nightmare and when I'll wake up, I would just be the guy I was. The beautiful guy, yet THE GUY! Guess I was wrong. I kept my eyes tightly shunt never wanting to wake up to any new realization. I felt my touch smoother than before. I felt hair on my shoulder. My breathing was effortless yet my chest weighed heavy. I ran my fingers over my face. My skin was soft and smooth. Any traces of the masculine roughness, the after-shave stubble was missing. I wanted this feeling ever since the childhood smoothness gave way to my adolescence. But today the situation was different. My lips seemed to have become more succulent and fuller. I bit my lips and yup, it was fuller than before. My hair was never shoulder-length long until now. It remained thick but felt silkier than before. Was it my hair or the touch of my finger, I don't know. By all good senses, I knew what to expect around my chest even though my breathing was with natural ease. Yet this game of the-blind-touches-the-elephant made me curious for my next realization. The first touch gave me goose bump. I realized that my nipples had become more sensitive than ever before. I was moving my fingers in circular motions around my nipples. Then a thought arose to pinch it. Before I could think over it, my fingers were at action. I moaned. My voice hit my eardrums. It was undoubtedly feminine and sensuously husky. My hands had a mind of their own. I now started bouncing the lump of flesh on my chest, squeezing it and then moaning to hear myself again. This toying with the lump of flesh sure had an effect on me. I felt my groin moistening and my hand travelled downward through my now hairless flat belly. My groins still had bush and the first touch made me open my eyes wide and discontinue my exploration. It was hot and I felt my cheeks going beet. In front of me sat my alleged sister, Vaishali. She winked and gave me one of those 'So, you enjoyed?' kinda looks. I was still panting heavily and my eyes fell on my heaving boobs. They rose and fell frantically with my heavy breathing. The realization fell upon me. I had started accepting what had just happened to me. I immediately pulled the blanket over and covered as much as possible up to my neck. Vaishali came too close to my comfort, almost to kiss my lips. She whispered, "You have been naked for the past 06 hours and I just couldn't stop myself from admiring the little bitch that you've become." Sitting back upright, she said, "Now get that shapely ass of yours moving and come with me. I am gonna bathe you. Your first womanly shower. Take it as a tutorial and I'll take it as a..." (Wink) I got off the bed and realized that I had turned lighter than I was. I wrapped myself in the blanket and followed my sister. I sat on the stool in bathroom and waited for my sister to begin. She untucked the sheet and when I protested, she simply smiled. A smile to which I gave in. The head massage and shower was soothing. By now, I was completely relaxed and was enjoying the massage. Vaishali's hands were magical. She was massaging around my neck and shoulder. A moan slipped through my lips. She pressed her lips on my neck and kissed me sensuously. Her tongue set my skin and my senses on fire. She grabbed my boobs and massaged them too. I could sense myself getting moist in the wetness of the shower too. Out of my wit, I put my arms around her shoulder as she pinched my nipples. They were perennially hard I think. I didn't realize when my lips reached out to hers and I was soon involved in a tongue war. All the while she bent over to kiss me and tease my nips. Soon she was kneeling in front of me and her fingers did magic on my clit. She was rubbing it slow and soft and had me moaning, squeaking and arching my back. Sitting was becoming difficult. I stood up and she made that difficult too. She inserted her middle finger and start rubbing the spongy area of my vagina. She pressed and rubbed until I was cussing and hurling abuses at her. But that didn't stop her. She replaced the finger with her tongue. The soft piece of flesh rubbing against my own sensitive one pushed me through to an all together new experience. I was pressing her to dig in further. Voluntarily opening up my legs for a moment and instantly averting any further incursion. In no time I was in throes of my feminine orgasm. It ran all the way through my spine into my brain, into every part of my new feminine body. I fell back on the stool and tried to regain my composure. But any effort to do so was soon shattered by Vaishali. She was licking my ever-sensitive tits and was still fingering me. Her licks... mmmmm! Damn! She worked on my nips like a pro. Flicking it with her tongue, biting it, pulling it with her teeth, then passionately kissing it and then engulfing it with her petite mouth. She sucked on them for a while before I had my second round of orgasm. Her fingers did the trick again. I pulled her up and kissed her with a new sense of passion and love for her. Of course, we did shower before stepping out into the room. The mirror said it all. Here I was in a curvy, sexy body with looks that made my manhood seem to be like a distant dream of the past. My hair, my boobs, my long legs everything seemed beautiful. I felt my curvy hips and spanked my booty. It jiggled and I giggled. 'I just couldn't stop myself from admiring the little bitch that you've become.' Why she did this? I don't know. May be I'll find out or may be no. I was at her mercy for the time being as I didn't have anything of my own. I looked feminine but for sure I still hadn't become one in the truest sense. I needed her to help me through - either this way or the other way which she had made distant. I had to accept her as my sister. Becoming Her Sister Ch. 03 Those who aren't into transformation thing - PLEASE DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. Thanks & Happy Reading... xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo 'What are you? Do you think you have become what you are? What about the real you? Have you forgotten from who you were and where you came from?' I was startled at this sudden intrusion to my thoughts. I realized that I stood naked in front of Abhay and tried to cover up my modesty. The best I could do was cover up with my hands. 'Why do you try, baby?' Abhay had come too close making it uncomfortable for me. 'Don't you remember that you were lying here naked for almost 15 hours?' He made me turn and look at myself in the mirror. Pressing his face against mine and hungrily licking my cheeks, he whispered, 'beneath this sexy exterior lies an indispensable truth, but I presume you have forgotten the truth and are enjoying the lie that lies deep down.' as he finished his statement, his hand ran down on my body. His words had me in tears. 'What am I supposed to do?' I was helpless. Even after lot of thinking, I wasn't able to find a solution to the situation I had been put into. There was no reply for a while. I tried to turn back to confront him. But his hands spread my ass cheeks wide and he rammed his raging hard-on into my anus. I screamed loudly. 'Relax! Easy baby, easy!' He whispered into my ear. His hot breath teased me. But the pain was horrid. The lack of lube made it even worse for me. I was trying to cope up and a brave front. But he quickly withdrew his manhood only to plunder further deep into my posterior. The scream mellowed down to a moan. 'That's like my baby! Tight yet accommodative' As he slowly thrust his phallus deeper into me, he took charge of my hand covering my genitalia. He abused the situation I was in and started rubbing me with my hand. He set the tempo too, starting of slowly then gradually getting rougher and faster. In no time I was voluntarily turning myself on, rubbing the swelling clitoris, biting my lips and pressing my moans. I shunt my eyes and was enjoying the pleasure of being taken in rear. Abhay licked me behind my earlobe and dug into my shoulder kissing me passionately. He slowly and smartly took my hand covering my mounds to rest around his neck. He stared at my bare tits in the mirror and studied my look. He smirked and cupped my tits in his palms. With his rough hands he kneaded my soft yet firm jugs. I tilted my head a little and expected him to kiss, but he didn't. He pinched and twirled my nipples. I squeaked and he shoved his dick deeper. The assault continued and I like a swearing whore took it all. Unashamedly I set myself rolling. He was having a jolly good time plunging in and out of my anus. Abhay shifted gears and the thrust became more rampant and quicker. He grabbed my hips and in no time I was matching his rhythmic thrusts. My hands too had minds of their own, each exploiting my privates. Suddenly, my anal exploitation turned into a threesome. Vaishu had joined in and was slapping my jugs. My inexperienced fingers got replaced by hers. The moistness was dripping down my thighs. She went down and lapped up my juice as she fingered my pussy. I was overwhelmed. The tongue and the finger gave me a kick. Abhay continued being rough. Vaishu kissed all her way up to my lips and my desire to lock lips was getting treated. It was dirty smooching. We salivated heavily on each other's chins, sucking the lower lips, licking each other's tongue. The pain in the ass seemed to be a distant memory. It was an all pervasive pervy pleasure that ran through me. Vaishu licked and sucked upon my tits and fingered my pussy as Abhay declared his climax. It was a long and heavy dose of sexual activity for me. I took was on the verge of an orgasm. My tensions were building up and my body was going stiff. Abhay shoved in the last thrust and it set me on my O. Abhay was pinching my tits from behind as his wife went to lap my juice. I was screaming again, but this time out of pleasure. I feebly stood in front of the mirror looking distraught. While Abhay and I had our climaxes, Vaishu was left out. Or rather not! She dragged me onto the bed and got undressed herself. The assault continued with a two-sided dildo. The two ends deeply buried into the love canals; she fucked me like a man. And by like a man, I mean in the literal sense. She choked me and abused me with filthiest vernacular abuses. I was in tears but she wasn't there yet. She was giving her husband a show. A show that he watched with his eyes transfixed on the abused. I prayed for her to cum, so that the abuses end. But how did I forget that a woman could have multiple orgasms. But before she came, I had my second and it just blackened me out. The couple had just finished up their bottled love and was lying just next to me. Vaishu rested peacefully on her husband's chest as they chatted. 'So you didn't take her virgin pussy?' 'Are you nuts? I take woman, not the trannies.' 'She was totally there. I mean him. I mean whatever. Did try to smooch you right?' 'Hell ya! Bitches can't get enough sometimes. Bloody whore.' The laughter that followed humiliated me like never before. I sobbed under the pretext of sleep and soon was taken over.