When he woke up, his head throbbed and the room he was in was windowless and dim. It felt chilly in there. He felt stiff and ill and might have been unconscious for months. 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 were secured, out to his sides. “This is going to hurt like hell” she said again. 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 their 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.

If Alex did not, please his client, then he would be cuffed, starting with them 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 him a mindless slut. Later they put drops in his eyes that would eventually keep him cross eyed, perhaps long term.

Alex 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.

The heavy doses of hormones and other chemicals had kept Alexa from growing, 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. 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 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 taking 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. 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.

This concludes Chapter 1.

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