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A long one! 😀

I'm sure for many this would be a dream come true. For Zac, it's a nightmare made real.

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Zac perched at the edge of the bed after his latest dilating session and gazed at his groin. Even after several weeks, the sight of his mutilated sex was stomach-churning. Sometimes, especially late at night, he considered hurling himself out the window. The only thing stopping him was the fear he’d only break his legs, and then He would find Zac there. 

Zac had always hated his “pretty boy” features and small stature, but he’d learned to make the best of things. Sure, his best buddy Tim made fun of him sometimes – saying he was “too pretty to be a guy” – and, yeah, getting girls to pay attention to him was more challenging, but he didn’t become resentful or malicious. Instead, he worked on his personality. Turns out, women love being treated like human beings even more than they love muscles. For a while, things were great. Zac was in college, shared a flat with Tim, and even had a steady girlfriend.

Then, He found Zac.

The man didn’t have a name. He didn’t even have a face because he always wore a mask. As near as Zac could tell, he’d watched Zac for weeks, maybe longer. When he struck, he knew the layout of his apartment and even the location of Zac’s pistol. Within minutes, the ambush was over, and Zac found himself bound and gagged in the trunk of a car. He thought he was about to die. That would’ve been a mercy.

Soon he found himself chained to the floor of a warehouse somewhere with a lot of dry bushes and mountains on a distant horizon. For days and days, Zac saw no sign of anyone, but there was always food and water waiting for him when he awoke. Sometimes books or magazines were left, as well. He tried staying awake to see who left these things, but that only resulted in a day without food.

As his muscles melted away from lack of use, he swelled in disturbing places. His pecs softened into little flabby cones topped with big nipples. His ass was rounder. His body hair lightened. Zac didn’t want to admit what was happening, but then he realized he hadn’t experienced an erection in months. The implication was clear:

He was changing Zac into a girl.
The food was the obvious culprit. Zac gave up on eating and drinking and eventually fainted from dehydration. He woke up hours or days later, hooked up to an I.V. and feeling like hell. That happened twice more before he realized the effort was futile. Zac’s spirit was broken.

More months passed, and Zac’s hair grew even longer, and his breasts grew even fuller. Eventually-along with his food-a safety razor and makeup were left, with a note promising more food and comforts if he tried to “be beautiful.” This time, Zac didn’t even fight. He shaved what little body hair remained and did his best to learn makeup. After a couple weeks of near-constant practice, even he had to admit he looked nothing like a man. 

One morning, three pills were left for him instead of food. He took them without question, hoping against all reason they’d somehow lead to the end of this nightmare.

Zac woke up God knew how long later, his pelvis wrapped in gauze and aching, and a horrific empty sensation in his crotch. He knew immediately what had happened and screamed in horror. He was also left detailed instructions on how to care for his newly made vagina, and a promise: You’ll be free soon.

But that hardly even registered. What registered was a simple fact: Zac was now indisputably a girl. Even his belly button and ears had been pierced!

That was months ago, and Zac was beginning to think his ordeal would never end unless he found a way to end it himself.

Suddenly, someone jiggled the doorknob! Zac stood, unsure of what to do. Was it Him? It had to be. Was he about to get mutilated again? Or worse? 

The door swung open, and Tim burst inside. Zac was so startled he shrieked and covered himself.

“Oh, sorry,” Tim said. “I got a letter in the mail that I was supposed to find… Oh my God… Zac?”

Zac burst into tears and ran to his best friend. Blubbering, all he could repeat was, “He made me a girl, he made me a girl.”

Tim stroked his hair. “I know, it’s all right. You’re free now. You’re free.” And then, unseen by Zac, he grinned from ear to ear.