Alex Jones. F5 Trafficked (Involuntary, Forced Feminization)

(On line editing a day later.)

By Gwen Brown

This piece probably skirts the edge of permissibility in the beginning. By the end of Chapter 1 the Protagonist is almost 21 years of age.

Chapter 1

Alex was barely pubescent at age 12+. He had just gotten off the Bus two blocks from his home. That is the last thing he remembered.

When he woke up, his head throbbed and the room he was in was windowless and dim. It felt chilly in there, like a Hospital. He felt stiff and ill and might have been unconscious for months, or so it felt like it. His crotch throbbed painfully.

Just then a man and a woman came in. “This is going to hurt like hell” she said. The light was suddenly blinding, and the woman put a cloth across his eyes. His hands had been secured, out to his sides. “This is going to hurt like hell” she said again as he removed the packing in his new Vagina. Sure, enough it was really painful. Then she shoved something into the void and secured it there. After that the woman put something in his IV and he slept. He woke up much later, he thought. His crotch still hurt but less, and he was drowsy. He did not need to go pee and later he found that they had put a tube that ran into a bag for his body to urinate through.

Later, he would be told that he had been surgically emasculated. He had been taken because there were a group of men that really loved “Lady Boy” Sissies. The process of “Dilation” had been handed off to him and he would be punished if he did not work up to and use the largest dilator several times a day. The lubricant for the dilator included a numbing agent to help with the pain.

Over a long period of time, he developed breasts, and they grew until each one was a nice hand full. He had no way of knowing that there were massive doses of drugs to make him compliant and to grow breasts.

He started receiving "clients" soon after, keeping busy constantly. They were not allowed to beat him or do anal. That was in the contract.

His keepers were considering breast augmentation but decided to wait to see. One of his more frequent clients liked to keep a titanium collar around his neck that was permanently locked and welded. Even years later, "she" now still wore the collar.

If Alexa did not, please his client, then he would be cuffed, starting with her in front and changing to his back if that did not bring compliance.

If he was not on duty, he wore no clothes except when he was dripping from involuntary arousal. Then he wore soft absorbent panties. A combination of female hormones and mental conditioning made her a mindless slut. Later they put drops in her eyes that would eventually keep her cross eyed, perhaps long term. This was to limit her ability to cause trouble.

Alexa was eventually sold to a man who called him Alexa, and punished if he did not respond to that name. Most of the time Alexa wore normal dresses and skirts. There were never pants. On special occasions Alexa wore sissy outfits and caked on makeup. By now, 7 years later, her hair was around 3 feet long, and regular attention by a beautician kept it beautiful. She wore moderate heels.

The heavy doses of hormones and other chemicals had kept Alexa from growing much, as implausible as that may seem.

Alexa never did learn the name of her sugar daddy. He did not ask her to call him Master. He took good care of her and as she approached the age of 21, he had always planned to release her. Alexa had no skills, so he started a trust fund for her, to be accessible only if she went to college. A Tutor home schooled her to keep her at grade level for her age. Her sugar daddy, the CEO of a nondescript insurance company had learned where she was kidnapped from and planned to have her deposited, right on the doorstep of her old home. The couple had separated but her mother was still there. The father was living in a tiny apartment across town. Perhaps this would heal the marriage.

The mother opened the door after she had gotten home from her work as a secretary in a doctor’s office. She was surprised to see a pretty young woman sitting on the wooden steps, waiting.
Mrs. Jones, you will find this hard to believe but I was Alex, your son. I was kidnapped and a kind man got them to release me. I am home now if you want me, Alexa said. This was a lot to take in, so after thinking a minute, she said would you like some milk and chocolate cake? As Alexa's mother sat the food on the table, the delayed reaction set in for almost a half hour.

As they talked, Alexa said that she did not know where she had been all these years. The organization delt in paedophilia and changing boys into girls. There is no going back. Getting a hair cut and putting on pants would likely be more damaging than anything. “I was subject to heavy conditioning and experimental drugs.” She said.

Her husband was immediately called and took time off work came over to a tearful reunion. Alexa stayed at the house in her old room, though her tastes had changed. As part of her conditioning, it was unthinkable to wear pants. Alexa did have a change of clothes and various items in her day bag.

Eventually, Alexa accumulated a small wardrobe by going to thrift shops. For the time being she enrolled in the local community college until she acclimated to her new life. She got a GED in a few weeks and then enrolled in the usual basic courses. Alexa knew that getting involved with a male could easily be fatal. Males are too weak and often kill transgenders. The females she met were a mixed bag. Alexa did not intend to reveal too much about herself.

She stayed a year and then moved on to a local university to study second year basic classes. She knew that a major area of study was needed. For the present, she became a lab technician doing what ever grunt work that made them pleased.

Alexa had no plans to seek justice for now at least. Later she might.

This concludes Chapter 1.

More to follow if there is enough interest. Word says this is 1000 words.