New Hire Orientation

All new employees need to learn the ropes. Even those in - shall we say - unusual occupations.

Another longer one! I had a lot of fun rendering the image, too. 😃

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I couldn’t believe the stunning creature sitting before us had ever been a man, let alone a regular heterosexual dude. The transformation was incredible. “Wow,” was all I could say. “How is this possible?”

“Simple: We’re the best at what we do. Now, would you like a little advice, Brandon?”  

I nodded eagerly. “Yes, sir. Everyone tells me you’re the expert, and I admit I’m a little nervous.” Truthfully, I was more than nervous; I was terrified. I never in a million years expected to be using my psychology degree to ‘break’ young men and help transform them into young women for the wealthy elite. 

“Yeah, I can tell you’re nervous. So that’s the first thing you have to fix. You can’t look anything but confident. All right? Otherwise, they’ll eat you alive.”

“Seriously?” I said. “I mean he—she—doesn’t seem like much of a threat.”

“Well, not her, obviously. I’ve been training her for almost two years. We’ll be shipping her off to a Mexican drug kingpin next month. He’s paying close to $2 million for her because it’s a special order. They used to know each other or some shit. But she’s a good kitty, one of my best.”

“A good... kitty?”

“That’s what I call ‘em. But that’s my thing, don’t steal it.”

I nodded gravely. “I won’t, sir.”

“Anyway, yeah, I have seen it happen. We got this other tranny who the boss and his friends have a total hard-on for, and she fucked over her handler and got him shipped to the middle of nowhere—It’s a long story. Point is, don’t get close to the merchandise. That’s a cardinal sin. Trust me, I know it’s tempting. I mean, after all, you’re literally making your dream girl. You think I don’t want to bend this luscious piece of ass over and fuck her silly? I sure as hell do! But I can’t, because she’s promised to another man. Get it? I’d be cuckolding him. So you have to resist temptation, Brandon.”

“I will, sir,” I promised. If anything, he was making me feel more nervous.

“You’d better. Because if you don’t? If I find out the merchandise has power over you? Well, I’ll have to turn you into one of my kitties, too.” He stopped, stepped back, and looked me over from head to toe. “Actually, I think you’d turn out all right, judging by your bone structure. How tall are you, kid?”

“Um... six-foot-two.”

“We could work around that. That other tranny I was talking about is at least six-feet tall. Used to be this muscular surfer dude. She looks like an Amazonian model now.”

“Uh, right, well… Any other advice?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Hey, Jessica, turn around and show him the goods. See her scrotum? Whenever possible, start with the balls. Sometimes clients want them to still have nuts, but if they don’t, cut them off right away. That helps the hormones, obviously, but the biggest impact is psychological. You’d know all about that, I bet. But there is something ego destroying about castration. Once their balls go in the trash, it can’t be undone. Deep down, they know they can never go back to being real men ever again. Ain’t that right, Jess?”

“That’s right, sir.”

He clapped me on the shoulder. “Oh! That’s the other thing. After you take his balls, give him a girl’s name. Once he starts answering to Jessica, for instance, and he’s growing tits and his sack shrivels up because there ain’t nothing inside, well, you’ve practically won.”

I sighed, trying to take it all in. “Thank you for your advice, Mr. Davis.”

“Any time, Brandon, anytime. But remember, I’ll be watching. Oh, and welcome to Second Dawn.”