Freshman Re-Orientation 6 - Pt. 5

“Are you alright?”

Brina took Taylor’s hand. Taylor noted how silky her skin was covering her balled fist at her side. They shared a sofa in Brina’s apartment. The other girls were out, some furthering the cause of taking down Slade and the feminizing monsters of Llewellyn College through research, others simply out for fun. They were young and hot, after all.

“Yes. It’s just that seeing James become what I am now… what we are… it makes me so fucking hot. I know that’s wrong. I shouldn’t allow myself to feel like this, but I want to see him go all the way. I want to see him fully feminized and sucking a big, fat cock. And I want to be right there on my knees beside him.”

Brina’s hand tightened over hers. It might not have been voluntary.

“it’s natural for you to feel this way. This is how we were made. It’s like if Frankenstein’s monster wanted anal all the time.”

Brina stopped and blushed.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I can’t get sex off my brain for two seconds.” Taylor tried to play that off like a joke, buts he was studying Brina now. She could sense her growing arousal like she had some kind of sexual Spidey-sense. “Have you, ya know… Have you fucked since you left Llewellyn?”

“I did. Especially at first. When you’re in the throes of the programming, it’s all you want to do. It takes a while to come down enough to really control yourself. Now I can say no.”

Taylor chewed her lip and flitted her eyes up at Brina. “Do you ever say yes?”

Before Brina could respond, Taylor was on her, simultaneously pressing her lisp to Taylor’s and sliding her hand between them, lifting Brina’s skirt to find her pantie-held shecock beneath.

“Oh, Taylor, you shouldn’t.”

Taylor swallowed the complaint with another kiss as she climbed atop Brina, straddling her lap while she stroked Brina’s hard shecock. Their kisses were fierce things, battles between lips and tongue. When Taylor felt Brina’s hand on her back, holding her close, she knew that their sex was now an inevitability. Taylor certainly could not say no, and she believed Brina had passed the rubicon, too. They were an object in motion and no resistance to cause it to rest.

Taylor slid from Brina’s lap to her knees, bringing her level with the hard sissyclit in her hand. A jewel of precum beaded at the tip. Taylor impaled herself on the stiff flesh, her tongue collecting the droplet at the end, savoring the taste of cum. Her mind went away, her programming to be an object of pleasure now fully engaged. She stroked and sucked, running her hand along Brina’s saliva-slick shaft while she devoured the tip of her girlcock and caressed it with her tongue.

Brina was careful not to let her sexual energy grow too great, avoiding the very state Taylor now existed in. But she was not so strong that she could resist the siren pull of her own ingrained lust. She held Taylor’s hair, guided her mouth onto her sissyclit, groaned and pumped her hips.

“Your ass,” she hissed, “I need your ass.”

Taylor did not hesitate. She withdrew her mouth from Brina’s lap so that she could remove her skirt and panties and present her tight hole to the gorgeous sissy. Brina’s shecock was wet and slick when it pressed against Taylor’s boipussy. There was a moment of tension as her tip spread Taylor’s knotted canal and then opened. Na rush, Brina was buried inside Taylor, and both of them cried out as one at the ecstasy of it.

Brina held Taylor’s hips, admiring the way her shirt crept up her back while Brina moved in quick arcs of her hips, penetrating Taylor’s ass in quick, deep thrusts. Brina’s hands moved over the small of Taylor’s back, thinking how delicious a slutty tramp stamp would look there. Maybe the words ‘sissy slut’ in script. These were the thoughts implanted by Slade and Collings, she knew, but that did not prevent them from intruding. Nor did it prevent her from adoring the ass of the slut on her hands and knees in the middle of her apartment. Taylor was gorgeous, made to seduce, and that’s just what she had done. Brina gave in and allowed herself to gleefully top the submissive sissy.

“Quick,” Brina, “turn around and show me those tits.”

Taylor slid off Brina’s cock and spun fast, lifting her top. Her eyes were dull, her mouth slack and drooling. She was a cock-hungry fuckpuppet, and Brina would give her just what she needed. Brina stroked her hot shecock, aimed at Taylor, kneeling before her on the carpet. With a grunt and sigh, Brina came. Her load first spattered across the bridge of Taylor’s nose, then her lips, and the remaining squirts dappled the cream flesh of her tits. It was indulgent and deliciously satisfying for Brina to see her cum dripping down Taylor’s face and chest.

Taylor licked her lips and swept the cum she collected into her mouth, eyes fluttering with brainwashed bliss as the flavor of cum coated her mouth and tongue and flowed down her throat.

“Goddamn,” Brina muttered, landing on the couch with her skirt still pressed up. “That was incredible.”

“Can I-“ Taylor blushed and gathered semen on her finger collected from her cheek. “Can I clean you?”

“Yes, slut,” Brina moaned, “Help yourself.”

Taylor did. Her mouth fell once more on Brina’s girlcock and didn’t allow it free until every drop had been licked and sucked from her patron.

James bopped across campus with a spring in his step. There were a few glances from some of the boys who saw him with his fiery lipstick applied, but he knew they were just jealous. Or maybe, and this was a new thought that he couldn’t quite keep at bay, maybe they were looking at him with lust. It was hard to deny that his body was looking better than it ever had. His ass was tight and round. The kind you could bounce a quarter off of, he heard his dad say when referring to some cheerleader while watching an NFL game. His belly was trim, his chest was perky, if fuller than it had ever been, and his whole aura radiated a glowing health.

He had an appointment with Slade today. Perhaps she would finally correct his schedule, though he would be disappointed if he suddenly left his classes. All the teachers were hot and the boys were starting to turn him on a little, too. College was a place for experimentation, he told himself, and so what if he was starting to find these effeminate-looking boys attractive?

He took the stairs to the third floor of the Liberal Arts building and found Slade’s door open. She gave him a close look in his loose tee and very tight jeans before she gestured for him to sit.

“Good morning, James, thank you for coming. I hope you don’t mind if we have a friend join us today.”

James shook his head and savored the tickle of his lengthening hair on his shoulders.

“Good. Dr. Collings, come in, would you?””

James twisted in his seat to see a pretty middle-aged woman with a black bag tucked under the arm of her lab coat enter. She gave him a smile beneath her round glasses and stood quietly in the corner while James’s attention returned to Slade. In particular, he was looking at the toe of her patent heel, the one that was swinging on the end of her foot like it always was when he came to meet her. The light from the window was glinting off the tip of it, and James felt himself sag in his chair as he watched.

“It’s okay to drop for me, James. You are getting so good at dropping for me. It feels good to drop for me. Doesn’t it, James?”

“Yes, Miss Slade,” he said in a dreamy, faraway manner.

“Good boy. It’s about time you learned your primary purpose. It’s good to have purpose. To know who and what you are. And, more importantly, what you are for. And you, James, are for serving. You love to make others happy. You love to use any part of yourself to bring someone else pleasure. Your pleasure comes from pleasing others. If I give you an order, nothing will make you happier than to obey that order. Wouldn’t it feel so good for me to command you to do something?”

“Yes, Miss Slade.”

“Good boy. And you like being told what a good boy you are, because that means you have served well. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Miss Slade.”

“Good boy. Now I want you to get on your knees for me, James. Yes, right there on the ground. And now I want you to crawl under the desk. Stop there. Just in front of my feet. I want you to raise your ass in the air, James. Miss Collings needs to give you a shot. Yes, very good. And while she is giving you a shot that makes you all better, I want you to lick my pretty shoes clean.”

Slade pointed the tip of her shoe toward the ceiling, revealing the gritty sole of the shoe.

“Lick, James,” she instructed.

James did. His tongue extended while his eyes stared at nothing at all, his mind entirely blank save for the order he was given and the intense pleasure he experienced at obeying the order he was given. In his hypnotic state, he felt no resistance or internal struggle, only the happy and sinking feeling he experienced while entranced.

While his tongue collected the dirt from Slade’s heel, Collings opened her bag and removed the formula of her own making. James would require three injections today. Within a week, he’d be more feminine than masculine, as he was already teetering on the edge of true feminization already. Slade watched Collings doing her work, along with the little jolt in James’s body with each injection.

Slade allowed the attention of James’s tongue on her heel to go on a little longer than it needed. He was falling so easily for her, and his growing submission and feminine appearance were subjects of arousal for her. If his tongue hadn’t been on her sole, she might have allowed him between her legs to lap her cunt clean. That was a rare gift she offered to her burgeoning sissies, but this one made her unusually horny.

Instead, she guided him back to his seat with her commands, and then up from his deepest state of hypnosis. She left behind one little change, however. One that would make James the vanguard of the new class of sissies.

“When you return to the dorm, James, you will ask your roommate to help you put on makeup. You will feel naked if you aren’t wearing makeup to make you look pretty and feminine. Won’t you, james?”

“Yes, Miss Slade.”

“Of course you will.”

Taylor was surprised to find herself back on campus. She had a hazy memory of Brina taking her back to the edge of the Llewellyn borders and giving her a meaningful kiss before departing. Taylor detected a hint of melancholy in Brina’s demeanor, but Taylor felt no such guilt at what they had done. Brina was gorgeous, and her sissyclit fit well in Taylor’s ass and mouth. Taylor wanted more of it. She wanted Brina to guide her, maybe even physically pull her around by a leash. Being a sweet sissy for Brina sounded so hot.

Taylor made her way back to her new home on the third floor. She wondered when she would be allowed back at the sorority house. She preferred it there. Perhaps it was because the girls loved to bark orders at her, and she felt a special thrill anytime she was given the opportunity to obey. Opening the door of the third floor stairwell, Taylor saw that the boys who came to Llewellyn only a few weeks ago were now showing all the tell-tale signs of sissification. And knowing that she was playing a role in their feminization – this, too, turned her on and made her brain squishy and soft.

She found James asleep on the bed, lying on top of the covers as if he had entered the room and immediately passed out. Her eyes were still on him when her rhinestone-encrusted phone buzzed in her back pocket. She checked the message and licked her lips. The message was from Slade, and the dean told her just what she should do.

Taylor placed her phone on the desk near the bathroom door and sifted through the lower drawers of the bureau, the ones she’d taken over when she moved in with James. Inside were all manner of delicate underthings. Pastel colors and satin textures, all designed to enhance one’s femininity. She selected a ruffled pair of pink panties and tested the material between her fingers. Her fingertips slid over the fabric like the panties were made of cream.

The next part was worth savoring. James had to be stripped. She started with his socks, thick and boyish things that were easily dispensed with. Then his jeans. These were tight around the waist as his curves began to fill out, and she had to wrestle them off. Slade indicated that he would be sleeping soundly, that she had given him the necessary suggestions to keep him compliant until the moment when his awareness was necessary. The jeans were quickly added to the pile started by the socks. His underwear was next. Taylor’s hands shook while revealing his cock. Yes, it was shrunk some, but that made it no less enticing. After her recent tryst with Brina, the thought of sucking another cock had her boipussy practically aching. She knew if she started touching it before he was properly prepared, she might unravel everything Slade and Brina both wanted. Instead,s he admired how it sat placidly against his pelvis, how the uncircumcised length of him looked reedy and out of place against the softening skin and hairlessness of his legs and belly that accompanied his treatments. That juxtaposition, the combination of the masculine and the feminine, only stoked the flames licking at Taylor’s desires.

His shirt was a simple tee with a button-up over the top. She suspected the overshirt might have been employed to hide his small but undeniable breasts that were starting to push out from his chest. His nipples were puffy and tan, and Taylor would have happily taken these in her mouth, too.