There is no there...there. w/pic pt 3

There is no there...there pt 3 by DLC's alyssa

Breaking up the group of his friends Nigel, Calvin and Jeffery served its purpose the idea that strength in numbers gave way to a sense of individuality made Lance feel nervous as he waited alone in the ante-room.

Looking like dockside harlots two small busty women no taller then 5’ 6” walked by carrying boxing gloves. Behind the two a stern looking woman walked in.

“You look like the feisty type, I’m not sure if we should let you in….you up for a cage match against a couple of women who’ll kick your ass.”

Lance feeling cocky looked her thinking about the two who had just walked by. Seeing the tray of ‘honeytreats’ he took another two after trying one.

“Yea sure what’s the prize if I win.’

“That’s easy the winner get to do whatever they feel like…when was the last time you were laid by two chicks?…..first off sign this release an also you’ll be put in chastity every male in here is along with wearing a thong…you wear a thong or you go understood?….so are you a ‘playa’ ready to be oiled up or are you too chicken.”

She said it aware most males don’t like having their male-hood questioned.

The hair removal crème was mixed in with the body oil as she told him to hold still standing in just his thong. Lance could feel the sting of the hair removal crème working yet dismissed it not realizing what it was.

“Ok just push that door there and you’ll slide down.”

He thought of the two short busty babes who had walked by with the boxing gloves though he was only a few inches taller he was looking forward to besting each of them knowing he had them by 30 pounds with his weight near 160.

Just before he slid down the shoot the ‘shrooms’ exploded within his mind hitting as though the psychotics passed the blood-brain barrier intact, it was then he gave a look at his locked cock in the thong. His body slick with oil the moment he landed on the loose surface it felt like he was in one of those inflatable moon-floor playrooms for children except this was shaped like an open top round wrestling ring. The uneven looseness had the floor moving up or down depending on the pressure of the footfalls. It felt like trying to walk on a waterbed.

Lance looked up to see that the two small women he’d thought he be battling were nowhere to be found instead free of boxing gloves they had been replaced by two beefy looking women over 6’ tall. Though bi-sexual each looked like a lesbian dyke thrilled that they’d been given the chance to kick some male’s ass.

Surrounding the cage match on all sides were women drinks in hand cheering on the feminine warriors. Lance lunged at one yet fell to the ground easily when she stuck her leg out. He saw it would be one on one yet the woman could tap in her partner if she wanted to.

“Come on…what are you some weakling?”

The truth is put a normal person in a boxing ring and within the 3 minutes of the first round he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands up to defend himself. To those that did it if asked they’d say wrestling was even more physically taxing.

“I think he is Lana.”

Her words made him mad as he rose. His mind was spinning from the mushrooms. The two mingled together as he felt his strength diminishing the more they wrestled. Liking girls who were smaller and more helpless Lance had never been with a woman stronger then him. The crowd was cheering seeing the woman take the upper hand. He felt his humiliation expanding as the women outside the ring took to laughing at him.

With Lana holding him in a headlock her friend Lena kept up her degrading comments. Their slick bodies touching each other he noticed his own body once losing its hair. The match took on more of a sexual bent as he felt himself losing control. The strobe lights dancing along the three of them he felt his mind go on a psychedelic trip.

Lana said it half serious.

“You’re no tough guy you’re not even a boi-toy……you’re more girly looking then that.’

The 2nd woman Lena slid close and kissed him before returning to her corner.

“Yes…she’ll look good dancing in a cage…. shaking her ass and showing off her pretty butt.”

The Femdom nightclub was jammed with women as the two fell to the floor with Lana having the advantage. Known to have a flair to display hullabaloo the club’s hip female DJ let the sparkling confetti and balloons fall from the room’s ceiling.

Out of nowhere he felt it, the woman behind him pulled her thong to the side letting her 6”strap-on cock bounce free between his legs. How many times had he done the same to a girl he was to fuck just for his pleasure not hers? His hands went up in front yet just slid on the smooth surface. His leverage gone he felt powerless to stop the woman wrestler from sliding it inside him.

Lana in control let her hands slide along his slick chest as he felt himself becoming aroused. The confetti and strobe lights mostly hid the act that she was giving him the high hard one. Her voice was firm.

“Your nipples are hard girlie boi.”

Being mounted from behind each thrust in pushed out masculine assertiveness. Soon it happened he began taking joy in feeling it and each push in awakened a gentle yielding nature.

It was more then a woman besting a male. It was greater then a submissive succumbing to a dominant. In some ways it was common in the animal world a pair of alphas begin to tangle yet only one emerges the victor with the other forever their supplicant.

For all the audience knew they were just wrestling yet Lana was aware as much as Lance was……he was being fucked by the woman right there out in the open in plain sight. His claim to masculinity would never recover.

It was a classic wrestling move her right hand swooped under his chest and took hold of his left wrist bringing him to fall to the inflated latex mat with Lana on top. The strap-on cock went in as deep as it could. He never wanted it to end he wanted it to go on forever., ….if it wasn’t love at first fuck then what was?

Lana rolled him over onto his back his legs spreading hardly seen by the crowd among the falling balloons and sparkling confetti. Staring at her breasts Lance wrapped his legs around her thighs hearing her words.

“Go ahead nothing compares to pretty d-cups…..play with them…tis a pity you’ve never wanted your own beautiful breasts.”

Moments later after squeezing the luscious pair he spoke with her dildo lodged inside him.

“I do now Ms. Lana.”

Lana's buddy Lena put a grin on her face she knew she’d be looking for a new lover.

The stocky woman pressed her body close on top of his kissing him she kept sliding the cock in and out. It was as though Lance realized he was being deflowered in front of all the women and no longer cared do anything to prevent it. A soft grunt more masculine then feminine slipped out of his mouth it was now official he had come from being penetrated.

Lana slipped into position pulling him up using the sleeper hold she gave a quick shift with her arms and hands around his neck and head to make him go limp and unconscious. She had always liked the formal name Valentina and its cute abbreviation Tina and knew one day she would make sure he would answer to only those names.

Lance woke up just as the finishing touches were being put on. The top of the birdcage slid down secured as a winch lifted it up off the floor. He could feel the subtle weight of the make up on his face. A blond wig gave him the look the women had wanted, His hands took hold of the bars feeling a loss of balance as the cage slid out from behind the curtain. He watched as the birdcage lifted 5’ off the floor and moved above the nightclub’s main room.

Lance suddenly felt the wave of objectification flow through him as the women reached in an touched him. He felt a burst of femininity that would explain why he felt an urge to dance to the music wearing the 4” pump high heels. Shaking his hair he looked like a blond bimbo he’d seen many a night at a strip club.

Calvin felt his woman’s hand glide down and rub his butt cheek. She decided to keep it there letting him feel as though he was just a piece of ass. Learning her name was Ms. Danielle as the night was moving along he felt himself enjoying being treated like her girl. His head turned to watch as she rubbed his pretty butt cheeks. As he looked back he saw Danielle staring at him before pulling him in for a kiss.

“Oh I think some pretty thing of a ‘honeytreat’ is falling for me.”

His hand drifted up to give off a ‘Lady Di’ fluff to his spiked hairdo. Smiling nervously he looked at her and shook his head ‘yes’ as he slithered his near naked body close to her. The woman turned back without saying anything to once more rejoin conversing with the other two women.

Calvin looked up to see a half dozen birdcages filled with males in tights, heels and thongs made up looking like pretty go-go gurls. The cages would slowly move along on the tracks as they wound around the room. As one neared Calvin he could swear one of the dancing birdcage gurl’s looked like his friend Lance. He thought whoever it was looked so cute in the fishnet tights and platform heels.

Back behind the small stage Nigel was being prepped for his entrance. He had been allowed in much later then the others yet never found any of his friends. Strutting in his heels he tried to find his way to the washroom mistaking the entrance used for the entertainers to be it.

“But you’re all guys…..yet you look so pretty.”

“You do to ‘honeytreat’…..Were CD’s sweetie I’m Doris….proud to be chicks with dicks though we’ll have to ‘tuck’ for our performance…we’re one short so you are going to make for a nice looking chorus gurl in our act.”

Nigel parked his tongue when his excitement increased as the tall thin CD touched his leg. Too buzzed to stop he easily agreed to become one of the girls.

“Sweetie you have gorgeous legs they’re going to look lovely in a pair of tights….let's loosen this chastity cage for a minute.”

Putting the chastity cage on the vanity table the CD let his hand slide further up until it reached Nigel’s cock.

“Baby tell me it doesn’t feel good and I’ll stop.”

Biting his lip Nigel let it come out softly.

“Please Doris…please keep doing that.”

“I knew I was right….we have a little initiation for new gurls joining our group of CD’s.”

Breathless Nigel watched as Doris slid his lips on to his cock. He eased forward wearing just his heels. Looking at his painted nails he caught a quick glimpse to see how pretty his face looked in makeup. He shook the long hair of his wig letting the curls fall along on either side of his head as his hands settled gently on Doris’s shoulders. Looking up Doris moved his hand to hold the ballsac as he licked and sucked the cock.

Smiling on seeing the two another CD walked up.

“Doris honey should I wear my b-cups or c-cups breast forms?...oh do we have a new chorus girl…we’ve been looking to replace Gloria ever since she left.”

The other CD held still putting his soft hands on Nigel’s shoulder.

“Now be a good gurl and let Doris have your cream. Just call me Betty.”

Nigel smiled back when suddenly his cocked seized up.

“Oh Doris oh Doris ohhhhhh I’m coming.”

The saloon gurls outfits had a pretty red corset with an attached flouncy skirt that let their red petticoats be shown. A garter on the left leg of each added a bit of feminine whimsy. Nigel now feeling like one of the girls held still as the 5” ostrich feather piece was attached to his hairdo.

Jeffery knew he’d taken too many honeytreats, the last to be given a makeover and let in he wandered in the club for an hour or so locked in heels and just a thong. Looking like an emasculated feminine tart he was being poked and prodded and groped by any women that felt like it.

As the evening went on the psilocybin kicked in and he sensed a level of paranoia over take him. Like Alice in Wonderland he was going down an imaginary rabbit hole filled with psychedelic colors accompanied with moments of fear. Seeing the ‘exit’ sign down a hallway he made a run for it.

The moment he stepped outside he discovered he couldn’t get back in. Pressing his ear to the door he could hear the music pumping drowning out the sound of his knocking. Feeling so buzzed he wandered down the long road strutting in his heels until he reached the street.

Victoria had made sure she took care of the coppers in the area so when two female police detectives pulled up in their unmarked cop car they knew they had a stray from Gelding.

“Say sugar you dating tonight? I got a ten spot that would look good in your pantywaist.”

The woman laughed along with her partner after saying it. For five minutes they had watched him bend at the waist lean in the open driver side window’s of cars at the intersection if anything he looked like a street walking hooker trying to turn a trick.

“Oh Vicki and Darcy are going to love this dash cam video when we sent it to them. Let me use my phone for pics too…..lets have him look like he’s given head to you like we did with that one from a few weeks back….pull up a little.”

The one detective leaned over her partner to speak to Jeffrey.

’’Honey use your hands and count to 5 then show me.”

That Monday Darcy, Sadie and Victoria met for lunch.

“We had a heck of a night, pulled in over 20 grand and signed up almost two dozen new members.”

As the lunch went on they moved into the area of discussing the ‘honeytreats’. Every week they seemed to add to their numbers of males being turned gurlie. Darcy brought up the group of friends.

“Ok so that Calvin is sweet on Danielle …she called and plans on having the darling become her gurl in trainin. She wants a gurl trained to be her personal assistant and hand maiden. That Lance guy got broken by Lana so we don’t have to worry about him he’ll be here on orders from his Domina Lana. As for the other two lets do the usual procedure.”

Mistress Darcy had been up front about it telling both Victoria and Sadie she was a female supremacist the woman would do whatever was necessary to further the cause of female domination. Her words had stayed with them ‘every male we turn trans brings the world closer towards a matriarchy besides its fun turning them into female subs for our club's women to look at and play with. How many females have been made to act as eye-candy at male strip clubs?’

For over a week the four friends didn’t call or send an email or even text any of the others it was as though they knew the night at the club called Gelding had changed them. The following Tuesday Jeffrey sat at his desk when he saw the email with the attachment show up in in the inbox. He hadn’t even remembered how he got home that night or the interaction with the two female detectives.

The message in the topic window was brief ‘its so fun to have ones entire contact list…’. Opening it the same words were there followed by others ‘its so fun to have ones entire contact list…it opens so many possibilities’.

In horror Jeffrey watched the video. Bent over at the waist he was leaning on the door’s open window of a few cars. He was wearing the high heels and a lacy thong all tarted up while near naked. Holding up five fingers he looked like he was showing how much it would cost to get a blow-job from a hooker. Spliced in the video moved to show him on his knees as though giving head, who ever took it made sure his face was visible.

Pictures of him looking emasculated if not an outright a femme-boi in transition at the club followed. He looked around his office cubicle to see if any one saw what he was looking at. The email ended with the command ‘beta-boi be at this address Thursday afternoon at 4…lots of practice awaits.’ It was signed Mistress Darcy.

Jeffrey’s office environment was typical alpha male. What few women there were treated with male dismissiveness, the inquisitive thoughts started flowing through his brain. What would they say if they saw how he was dressed? Did he really proposition car drivers and give head to strangers? Was it possible he was really gay? Was it possible he was really trans and didn’t know it until that night?

The last thing he wanted to do was reach out to his friends what if he was the only one to get an email like that then he may have needlessly exposed his humiliation. He knew he had only one thing to do show up at the address that Thursday and see what followed.

Nigel smiled at the newly wed couple looking at the pricey oven in the appliance store, the thought he may unload a ‘Thermador 36” pro-style stainless steel natural gas range’ for over 5 thousand dollars filled his head with ideas on what he would do with the commission figure from the sale.

“Can we think about it? We’re just not sure yet.”

His heart sank a little yet he kept a smile on his face as though he didn’t really need to make the sale.

“Sure of course….. although I will say it won’t be here come the weekend….seems a new condominium complex down the street has everyone coming in to buy just this model. You know these rich millennials…..the regular stuff isn’t good enough for them they have to buy the most expensive ones.”

He realized the second after he said it he was describing the couple.

The newlyweds walked out with Nigel feeling a little down in front of his work-station. A ping let him know he had an email. The moment he opened it his heart sank even more. One click on the arrow in the middle of the screen and the video from the club began playing. It finished with Nigel screaming “Oh Doris oh Doris ohhhhhh I’m coming.”

Breathless he looked at a series of pictures of him dressed as a femmed-out cheeky chorus girl. What surprised him was seeing him return the favor and suck off the tall CD Doris he hadn’t remembered that incident from the wild night.

Nigel looked around knowing he would be let go from the job if his boss thought he was gay or worse trans despite the work place discrimination laws they didn’t take kindly to guys who weren’t ‘straight’.

His mind drifted back just thinking about it he grabbed his phone and headed to the bathroom. It had been a good 10 or 12 days since being at Gelding and every day since he had worn new or fresh panties he’d bought online.

Sitting on the stall, the lace trimmed panties at his ankles he held the phone with one hand and stroked his penis with the other while watching him suck off Doris after seeing Doris do the same to him. Feeling the cream rising to the top he put the phone down and collected the warm discharge with his free hand. There wasn’t any question about it he lifted his hand up and licked his fingers dry of the warm cream. One thing he knew come Thursday he would be at the location written at the bottom of the email.

Victoria stood at the creamer station in the Starbucks simply wanting to sprinkle some nutmeg on her pumpkin latte. In horrified awe she watched as the young one took groupings of sugar packets 5 at a time and peeled them open after banging them against his forefinger. The total in all turned out to be 19 and left her realizing the British breakfast Tea was merely a delivery device for pure processed white sugar.

“Here you go Sadie…you do like pumpkins latte’s right?’

“Doesn’t everyone?”

Victoria thought of the sugar junkie yet still answered ‘yes I suppose so’.

With Sadie on her side at the doorway to her office the two looked on as Mistress Darcy took command of the room that had 7 males in it. Jeffrey, Nigel and Lance were surprised to see each other.

“Look you can see how they are all spread out…it’s a male thing….something spatial….as if they are protecting their personal zone or private space. I didn’t really think about it until Dominatrix Camille told me to keep an eye out for it.”

Looking at her best friend Sadie sipped the warm treat silently apprehensive it might be too hot.

“Watch her run herd over them…..she takes no back talk what so ever.”

“Alright…. all of you, one next to the other hands on the hips of the T-gurl in front of you……stay turned sideways so I can see your profile.”

Jeffery couldn’t explain why yet he liked being called a ‘T-gurl’. All but one of the 7 had followed the instructions and stood free of any body hair. From noes to toes they were as smooth and hair free as any woman would be.

Stunningly beautiful a naked group of 4 polished t-gurls in platform heels walked in right past the 7. The leader of the pack stopped briefly and looked at the mirror along the wall after Mistress Darcy pointed to it. A shake of the gurl’s head was followed by a prompt response.

“Yes Maam will do.”

After the t-gurl answered her thumb and middle finger moved up through the long auburn hair parted in the middle to let if fall evenly along the sides of her face.

Mistress Darcy look at the males.

“Tighten up feel the touch of the pretty butt of the t-gurl in front of you.”

Nigel never knew Jeffrey’s hands could feel so soft on his skin a gentle sigh came out that was only interrupted when Jeffrey spoke.

“I don’t think they have any balls.”

The two turned staring at two of the pretty t-gurls to examine if Jeffrey was right.

"Where could they have gone?"

Walking by after listening to Darcy the beautiful t-gurl turned towards Nigel and Jeffrey

“Do you like my earrings? Balls look so pretty when they’re silver plated....for now my panties look much prettier this way....soon I'll have my own lovely vagina to play with."

Her hand fluttered one of the earrings as she let out a girlish laugh.

The woman looked at the 5’ 5” male cutie.

“Sweetie pie…you go over there with the rest of the twinks…..please tell me you’re lubed up if so get your foxy tail put in.”

The thin male giggled out letting his hand glide through his hairdo with highlights as if to show it off.

“Yes Maam…oh goody…..I’m always lubed and plugged you never know when you might meet a femdom or daddy Maam.”

Mistress Darcy walked right up to the naked male who had kept his body hair.

‘Follow me …Lana, Lena give me a hand for a second.”

Nonchalantly Lena moved in behind him and let her muscled up arms to slip around the male’s chest as one hand held his arm at the wrist.

“I want you to see something…..need I remind you….you signed off on it.”

A long list of email addresses filled in the empty space.

“No, no…the pictures the video’s…...not my contacts…not my family and friends……my girlfriend……..every body I work with….what will they all say?”

Darcy held up the release form every male who entered Gelding signed. Without any hesitation she hit send and watched as his shoulders slumped.

“You want to try going legal you’ll lose. Now get out of here, I don’t want to ever see you again.”

The pure demonstration of her power hit like a thunderbolt for the remaining males. Looking at Lance she motioned him over.

“Chastity cage first then your heels…Lana would you like to do the honors for Valentina.”

The beefy Dominant slid close using her hand she took him by the chin and kissed Lance.

“Slide onto the table baby, spread your legs and let them hang off the edge.”

Lana let her arm hang along his shoulder line with his head lowered he watched as Darcy slipped the chastity cage in place. As Darcy made the adjustments Lana spoke as she smiled. It came out with an air of authority.

“You ever want to have some hair grow back on the lovely mound of yours Tina you best learn to obey and please…..maybe just maybe I’ll put a thin single line there…those always look so feminine.”

Lance nodded his head as he watched the key turn locking it on. He felt a sense of permanency to the act as though the days of him controlling his penis were slipping away if not gone already.

Nigel silently stood feeling Jeffrey’s hands on his hips as both felt sure of what was to occur next. A look over had him spotting the tall CD ‘Doris’ leaning against the bar. Mistress Darcy saw him looking and nodded her head only to see Doris nod his back at her. She looked at Nigel.

“Once your chastity cage is on head over to be with Doris….with those legs you were born to be a CD chorus girl. She’ll let you know what your new name is.”

“Yes Maam.”

Jeffrey watched his friend leave him alone with the other 3 males in line. He wondered what would become of him when he saw Doris give Nigel an affectionate hug. A few minutes later his penis was caged and locked.

“You…..step on the scale….hmmm 162….yes we can trim some of that off, I think 137 or even 132 will work best.”

Jeffrey held still on the floor scale there was something about the alpha female that made him want to obey her.

“Did you take the packets of smoothie mixes I handed you?”

“Yes Maam….I drank the one on the table and put the others in my backpack. ”

“Hmmm so good to hear you obeyed, you’ll all be losing the backpacks I want you to find a good purse or two, something that looks nice yet is functional and practical. Did you enjoy the smoothie drink, consider yourself on a diet, no more fats no more sugar”

“Yes Maam I did…..I can go out after work tomorrow to find a purse.’

Darcy quickly added.

“Or two, so glad you enjoyed the diet drink i want you to have them every morning...throw some fruit in to make them taste better.”

She almost said it yet held back and merely thought it ‘welcome to our girl world honey you’re officially on estrogen’.

Her hand lifted she let the back of it gently run along his face.

“I want you as a dark haired brunette so start growing this out as of now…. go in there……you’ll get your new look Bambi….pay attention to how your makeup is applied because you’ll be learning how to do it yourself in the weeks ahead.”

“Yes Mistress Darcy.”

“See how easy it is to obey I can tell you’re going be a good gurl now run along honey I’m a busy woman.”

End of part 3 ….as though at Victoria's 'Club Gelding'...T-gurl dancer pic