Lost in a Female's Pleasure Pt. 01

Synopsis: Damien is looking forward to a relaxing weekend free from his abusive father, but things quickly take a downward turn when he's kidnapped and wakes up in a confusingly elegant room and learns that his life is about to change forever.

In ways that won't be as bad as he first thinks.

(Everyone in this story is over the age of 18. This story contains themes forced feminization, transsexuals and soft non-consentual acts. This story is a work of fantasy.

If this seems familiar to some then it's because this is a re-write of an old story (Truth's Purity) that I wrote years ago elsewhere on internet. Hopefully this is a better version. Feedback is greatly appreciated)

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Part 1: A moment's respite

I tried to hide my excitement as dad entered the hallway with a large suitcase trailing behind him, but it was hard. In a few minutes he was leaving on a business trip which meant that I'd have the house to myself for the entire weekend! My whole body was practically shaking with excitement but I forced myself to stay calm and meet him at the front door.

I could be the loyal, obedient son he expected for just a few more minutes.

It was late afternoon and the fading sun had bathed everything in a pastel-orange hue, making dad squint as he inspected his reflection in the mirror next to the door. He was over a head taller than me and built like a scarecrow, with thinning blonde hair over bony face that had a mustache smeared across it.

'Alright,' he said as he adjusted the buttons on his black suit, 'my taxi should be here any minute. Try not to burn the place down while I'm gone.'

'I won't,' I grinned up at him, 'have fun in Mexico.'

He snorted, 'I'm there for business, not pleasure. I will most certainly not have fun.'

'O-oh...sorry,' I said, unsure if I'd offended him or not, 'well...uh...I hope-'

His voice cut through mine like a knife and I winced as he focused his ice-blue eyes on me, 'I don't want you slacking off while I'm gone. I will not tolerate another failure like last time. You're to study for your finals while I'm gone and nothing else. Do you understand me?'

Fear flowed through me and I nodded, a suppressing a shudder. Dad had mapped out my entire future, from school to college all the way up to working with him at his law firm, and if I strayed from that path he would become very...displeased. Earlier this year I'd failed my first set of midterms and he'd completely lost it, becoming so violent that I'd been forced to miss school for an entire week so the teachers wouldn't ask about the bruises covering my body.

'I understand,' I said as confidentially as I could, although my voice wavered a little, 'I-I've been studying really hard and-'

'You said that last time and yet you still failed,' he growled and I gasped as he leaned down and grabbed me by the chin, forcing me to meet his burning eyes, 'you'd better not let me down again, Damien. My patience for you is quickly running out.'

'I w-w-won't fail,' I stammered as panic crawled through me.

'Good,' his grip on my face increased as he leaned closer, drenching me in the stinging scent of his aftershave, 'because if you do...what happened last time will seem like a pleasant dream in comparison to what I'll do to you this time.'

'Ye-eep,' I squeaked through a shiver and he let out an amused breath.

'God. We need to get your hair cut again,' he slapped aside a few locks of my shoulder-length hair, 'I'll make an appointment at the barbers when I get back.'

He finally let go of me and I staggered backward into the hallway wall, a shaky breath escaping me. I'd been sure he was going to hit me and my knees shook from the wave of relief that rushed through me. I guess he didn't have enough time before the taxi came to go through his usual routine.

'You look pathetic,' he said and I flinched, realizing he was staring down at me in disgust, 'are you that scared of me?'

I shook my head and I avoided his gaze, catching sight of my reflection in the mirror behind him. I bit my lip and instead stared down at the ground, shame filling me. I really did look pathetic...

Despite being eighteen I was tiny, just under five foot with a slender body that had barely grown since middle school. It was painfully feminine too, with wide hips, barely any muscle and a smaller upper body that I often tried to hide under baggy clothes. It...didn't really work but made me feel a little better. There was nothing I could do about my face though. Unlike with dad, I'd inherited almost all of my mums features. I had her petite, heart-shaped face and pale complexion, along with her large eyes and lush lashes. She'd been a model and I looked like a smaller, doll-like version of her which caused me a lot of problems.

Dad had wanted a son who actually looked like a boy and constantly berated me for how I looked, despite it not being at all under my control. Making things worse, I went to a private all-boys school and was bullied for my appearance and passiveness. The teachers seemed to find my appearance offensive and often turned a blind eye whenever I was harassed, which was most days. It honestly wasn't too bad though as most of the bullying was just insults about my appearance and it was rare that I was attacked, but it still wasn't a great time. Despite that though I'd take being at school over being home with dad any day. The boys at school couldn't hurt me as badly as dad could.

The blare of a car horn dragged me out of my thoughts and Dad frowned at the door.

'The taxi's here,' he muttered and I almost melted with relief, 'alright then, I'm off. Don't forget what I just said. You'd better spend this time studying.'

I avoided his eyes and nodded, 'I will.'

He didn't move and for a second I wondered if he was going to hit me, but then he sighed and left, his luggage trailing along behind him. I waited until I heard the taxi leave before staggering into the living room and slumping down on the giant squishy couch in front of the TV, an exhausted groan escaping me. Holy shit! He was finally gone.

'Fucking asshole,' I breathed and clenched my hands into fists, 'I hope your plane crashes you scarecrow piece of shit.'

He'd completely murdered the excitement I'd felt about him leaving and seething anxiety was in its place. I'd been pretty confident that I'd studied enough to pass my finals but after his threat I wasn't so sure anymore. I didn't think three days of study would make much difference but it seemed like a small sacrifice to avoid being beaten half to death.

But...I barely got any time to myself, and I'd been looking forward to this for weeks! I'd borrowed a huge collection of comics from the nearby library, something dad would normally disallow as he saw them as a pointless distraction, and I was planning on losing myself in them over the weekend. I'd gotten them in secret and they were hidden in my wardrobe along with a huge collection of junk food that dad had also banned. Cans of delicious cola, blocks of chocolate, cookies, barbecue chips, caramel popcorn, money for pizza...

Waa! Just thinking about them was driving me crazy. Eating while reading an comics was my idea of heaven. It may be small and perhaps embarrassing but it made me happy, something that was rare ever since mum passed. She used to read comics with me all the time when I was little and I'd gotten my love of junk food from her, as despite being a model she loved to eating it. I'd spent hours with her as a child listening to her talk about comics while sharing chocolate with me and those had been the happiest moments of my life. Recreating those moments, even without mum, was the closest I ever came to being truly happy. It was almost like she was still here instead of...

Dead.

'Damien?'

I screamed and rolled over to see a brown-haired woman standing in the living room entrance, dressed in black jogging pants and a matching tank. What the hell? How's she get in here?

'Huh?' I stared at her with wide eyes and clutched at my pounding chest, 'Who are you?'

'Nobody important,' she said and my mouth ran dry as she pulled out a small needle from her pocket, 'just stay right there.'

Before I could even react she'd reached me on the couch and slammed me down on it, then pinned me with her weight.

I screamed and swung at her but she easily swatted my hand away, 'What are you doing? Get off me!'

'Just relax,' she said and put a hand over my mouth, then injected the needle right into the side of my neck, sending a horrible flow of pain and coldness throughout me, 'you'll be asleep soon.'

I screamed against her hand and flailed but couldn't get her weight off me, nor remove the hand with the needle. My body began to feel heavy and a thick darkness dragged itself over my mind, making me groggy and nauseous. Oh shit what the hell was going on? Was I dying? Who the hell was this woman? Was this something to do with dad? This..it was terrifying! I...hated...needles...

This...why now? I just wanted to...to...

...huh? Do what...

Uh...

...

The scent of roses roused me into a bleary wakefulness and for a moment I floated in the fragments of a fading dream. I saw mum in the garden of our old home, a smile on her face brighter than the sun above her, and she was reaching out to me as I sat on the porch.

'Lily,' mum said, sounding slightly different than I remembered, 'are you awake, sweetie?'

Huh? Lily? No, that wasn't my name...

'Lily?'

Why was...wh-oh god!

I jolted upright as the memory of being attacked ripped through my dreams and sent waves of panic tearing through me. Holy shit! I was still alive? Oh thank god! I was sure I'd been killed. That lady had stuck a needle in my neck! What an asshole.

What had been in that needle anyway? I felt lightheaded and floaty, barely aware of my body at all. Was I still on the couch? Or w-

'Ah, there we go. She's finally up,' an unfamiliar woman's voice said and I gasped, 'hello Lily. How are you feeling?'

My eyelids felt like they were made out of lead but I forced them open, although it took a few seconds. I expected to see the comforting sight of my living room but to my horror a completely unfamiliar room greeted me. It was spacious and elegant, the roof and walls a creamy white and the floor a polished black marble that reflected the lights from above. I was on a black couch near the center of the room and there was a matching one opposite me, with a small glass table in front of it.

A woman sat on the opposite couch, her legs crossed and a crooked smile on her face. I'd never seen her before in my life and all I could do was stare at her in confusion and...awe. She was beautiful, so much so that I thought for a moment that I was imagining her. She looked like she'd walked right out of a movie and confidence and elegance exuded off of her.

She was tall, taller than anyone I'd ever met, with a toned body that had an alluring hourglass shape. A strapless silk dress of the darkest black hugged her body and showed off her cleavage, which while large was still in proportion with her body. The dress continued snugly down her body, highlighting her small waist before widening at her hips to flow down to her black high-heels. White gloves embraced her arms almost to her shoulders and ended in a black trim that matched the dress.

I met her ocean-blue eyes and shivered as she smiled in delight at my shocked expression. Her heart-shaped face wouldn't have been out of place on a modeling website, having perfect proportions and an almost ageless beauty that made it difficult for me to place her age. Her lips were plump and red, her nose petite and long lashes surrounded her eyes and drew in my eyes. She had golden-blonde hair that was neatly parted to the left and brushed behind her rather pointed ears to fall down her back and rest just above her hips.

She was...terrifying. Had she kidnapped me? What the hell was going on?

I couldn't hold her gaze for long and stared down at my lap. And then gasped in horror as I realized that I was completely naked! What the fuck! I squealed and slid my feet to either side of me, then slammed my thighs together to squish my genitals out of sight. Holy shit! I'd been naked this entire time and hadn't noticed? Oh my god. What the hell was going on?

'Wh...wha...' my mouth felt like it was full of sand and I swallowed, then tried to talk again but nothing came out.

'Hmm...' the woman leaned forward, letting her hair tumble down her bare shoulders and fall into her cleavage, 'you still seem out of it. Tegan, could you get her some water please?'

I heard movement from behind and jumped as a woman I hadn't noticed before walked around the couch and to the small table, where a jug of water and some glasses were. She was dressed in a maids uniform, a tight dress that was mostly black with a deep neckline showing off her perky breasts. The short sleeves ended in matching white cuffs and a white trim traced the neckline and along the hem of the thigh-length skirt. There was also a frilly white half-apron tied around her waist and her shapely legs were encased in a white stockings that ended in black Mary-Jane shoes.

'Hi Lily,' she said with a smile that reached her brown eyes, and I noticed that her nose was pierced with a gold stud, 'my name's Tegan and I'm going to be looking after you from now on. Let's do our best to get along.'

I blinked a few times and just stared at her as she filled up the glass, having never seen a maid before in my life. She was smaller and more slender than the other woman and seemed to be younger, around her mid-twenties, and of Italian descent. Her hair was pale blonde and tied in a loose ponytail that had several strands falling down to neatly frame her pretty face. She had the air of a model too, someone who wouldn't have been out of place working at the agency mum had.

I noticed that there was a black collar around her neck with her name emblazoned on it in gold letters and wondered if that was normal for maids to wear.

'Here,' Tegan held out the filled glass and her expression turned serious, 'don't worry, it's safe. We've no need to drug you now that you're here.'

I stared at the glass, then at Tegan and past her to the woman on the couch. Her ocean-blue eyes were focused intently on me and I struggled to meet them. There was a hunger in them that I didn't understand and it scared me worse than even dad's eyes did. It was probably a really stupid idea to drink the water but my mouth felt awful and the fact that I couldn't ask the billions of questions cluttering my mind was infuriating. If that water couldZ make me feel better then it was worth the risk. And besides, I was already at their mercy and they could have done all sorts of things to me while I was unconscious. Why would they even bother with drugged water?

I reached my shaking hands to the glass and carefully grabbed it, making Tegan beam at me. After inspecting it for a moment I took a cautious sip and then let out a pleased gasp as the cool liquid immediately made my mouth feel better. Oh god! I normally hated water but right now it tasted better even than cola. It was like a sweet nectar, sooting my throat and making me feel far more grounded.

'There we go,' Tegan said as I took a huge gulp, 'good girl!'

I coughed, causing water to spill out of my mouth and onto my bare legs. What the hell! Why did they keep calling me a girl?

'I'm a boy,' I gasped, my voice thick but usable now thanks to the water lubricating my mouth, 'what's g-going on? Where's my clothes?'

'It's okay, don't be scared,' Tegan said in a comforting voice as she sat next to me, 'we're not going to hurt you.'

'Not unless you disobey us,' the other woman said and I looked at her with a shiver, 'but you're not going to do that, are you Lily? You're a good girl.'

'Wha-my name's Damien,' I sniffed, hugging myself even tighter and slowly shuffling to the other side of the couch, away from Tegan, 'what's going on? Where am I?'

There was a painful silence before the other woman got off the couch and stared down at me, a satisfied smile on her face.

'You're in my mansion, on the underground floor where all the new girls are kept,' she said in a grandiose tone, her voice echoing around the room, 'my name is Lain, but you will refer to me as either mistress or master, and this is your new home. You belong to me now and as such I expect complete obedience.'

I stared up at her and blinked a few times, not sure I'd heard her right, 'huh?'

Her lips twitched and she came around the table to stand in front of me, bathing me in her beautiful rose-scented perfume. I stared up at her and shuddered at the size difference between us. Her breasts were just above my head, two perfectly pink orbs snuggled together in thick black silk, and I blushed staring at them. I had no experience with girls at all, having gone to an all-boys school and my free time being spent studying or dealing with dad's anger. Being so close was to a woman like Lain was...distracting. I could practically feel the warmth emanating from her body and mixed in with her perfume it was making me feel light-headed. My eyes lingered on her chest and then onto her shoulders, long neck and beautiful face surrounded by sprawling gold hair. She was so elegant...just like how mum had been.

Lain studied me with a far-too-knowing smile and then crouched down so that we were closer to eye-level, 'do you like my body, Lily?'

I turned bright red and stared down at my lap, unable to even think about answering that question, 'M-my name's Damien, not Lily.'

'You don't like the name Lily?' Tegan asked and I looked out the corner of my eyes to see her smiling down at me, 'I think it's a beautiful name.'

'So?' I shook my head, 'It's not my name.'

'It is now, sweetie,' Lain said and I gasped as she gently grabbed me by the cheeks and forced me to meet her delighted eyes, 'the moment you were brought into this mansion your life as Damien ended your one as Lily began. Starting tomorrow you're going to be trained to be the perfect little girl and I promise that you're going to love every minute of it.'

My body went cold at her words and I shivered, 'what do you mean?'

'It's not that hard to understand, sweetie,' Lain purred and caressed my cheeks, the pleasant texture of her silk gloves sending a warm pulse running through me, 'I'm going to turn you into a girl. My own perfect little sex doll to do with as I please.'

And then she kissed me and all thoughts scattered into nothingness.

Her soft red lips pressed against mine and I gasped, allowing her to push her tongue into my mouth. I'd never been kissed before in my life and the unfamiliar sensations sent ripples of pleasure crawling throughout my body and a burning arousal appeared in my stomach. A squeak escaped me as I clutched her arms, moving my own tongue against hers and sending another wave of pleasure pulsing through me. My heart was pounding in my chest and an odd feeling was washing over me, as if I was floating.

H-holy shit...this was...whoa...

She kissed me for a moment longer before pulling away, arousal flushing her cheeks and making her eyes shine. She let out a heavy breath and brushed her hands down the sides of my face, smiling.

'You're so beautiful...' she said and pressed her lips against my forehead, 'I'm so happy that you're finally mine. I've been waiting months for this and it was most definitely worth it.'

'Wha...what...' I pushed her hand away and shook my head, trying to gather my thoughts out of the cloud of arousal that was consuming me, 'you've know about me for months?'

'Of course,' she tilted her head to the side and brushed a loose strand of hair out of her face, 'your school's on my list and as soon as I saw your photo in the yearbook I knew I had to have you.'