Forced On A Soft Path To A She 02

The two days went by. All I could think of were Vera's photos of me. I even checked the social media if she had posted them but, thankfully, she didn't.

The third day was Saturday. I called Vera and set up a meeting in the park in the evening. I preferred we had a talk in the dark rather than in a public restaurant.

She was late. I was enjoying the autumn rain, which cleared my head. With fifteen minutes delay, Vera arrived. I didn't recognize her under the umbrella but her cocky walk couldn't be mistaken. She wore a very big gray chunky sweater with massive cowl neck collar under a leather jacket. The sweater's cuffs were covering her hands, while the large thick collar was bouncing onto her chest, bringing attention to its excessive size.

I opened my own umbrella and walked side to side with her.

-- I did think only about you -- I began. -- But not in the way you think.

-- You want me to get rid of the photos, right?

Right to the point. Fine.

-- Yes.

-- Are you afraid of me, Anton?

-- No.

-- Liar. You keep spitting lie after lie. So tell me, how can I believe you?

-- I don't know.

-- I do. Your manhood tells me.

-- I don't want to go on with this type of conversation then.

-- I'm going to be honest with you -- I don't want to delete the photos. I gave you fun time, which was fun for me as well. I can guarantee you will have more fun in the future if you trust me.

-- I don't know about that.

Vera stopped walking and faced me.

-- Honestly, have you ever been more aroused than with me after the Christmas party?

-- That's not the point.

-- Have you or haven't you?

I sighed.

-- I haven't. The very thought of you drives me crazy. But I don't want a crazy life. We took too much risk after the party.

Vera started walking again. I caught up.

-- If only you stop harassing me with your feminization games, things can be different -- I said.

-- I'm not sure it's what you want.

-- Then what do I want, Vera? -- I was irritated.

-- You want extreme. You don't really desire a normal relationship. I can show you what I mean.

-- How?

-- I'm going to let you give me challenge. Say, how long does it take you to finish with a handjob?

I looked around nervously. The rain had scared away most people from the park.

-- I don't know. Why?

-- A minute? Five?

-- It depends. Without a visual stimulation like porn, probably three or four minutes.

-- If I make you cum twice in four minutes tonight, you're going to play my games for three months and the photos won't be deleted. Otherwise, if you last without a second orgasm in this period, I erase them and leave you alone.

I tried to imagine the length of four minutes.

-- Deal! -- I gave her my hand.

She smiled and took it.

-- Let's get a cab and I'll show you my place.

In twenty minutes I walked into Vera's apartment. It was basically one big living room with brick walls and a kitchen in the far end, with only the bedroom being separated by a door. We left our umbrellas and Vera went to open a bottle of wine. I stood by the large windows enjoying the great city view outside.

Vera gave me a glass and said:

-- Bottoms up! To our probable last night!

We met glasses and drank. I sat on a sofa and looked around the place. It was tidy and cozy but not meant for more than one person. Vera went into her bedroom and I saw her opening a wardrobe. Its upper shelf was full of fuzzy knit clothes. A sensation started building up in my belly.

Vera came back with her pink sweater dress in her hand.

-- Do you want more wine before you dress it?

I hesitated but agreed. One more glass wouldn't hurt.

Vera helped me undress completely and put the pink sweater dress on me. Before I know it, she started spraying me with her perfume. The soft knit was tight around my neck but loose down. My hands disappeared in its sleeves -- that's how big its owner was.

I felt ridiculous dressed in pink. But I couldn't ignore the bulge on the middle of my thighs. The more I moved inside the soft knit, the better it felt.

In the next couple of minutes Vera put on me lipstick and heavy make-up. She gave me a black-knitted slouchy hat, which kept falling on my eyes. Then I was made to put on a pair of her boots, which didn't fit me very well because I had bigger feet. Anyway, I was helped to reach a full-sized mirror. I was shocked because there was nothing to show that I was a man, except for the growing bulge.

I actually looked pretty nice. I wouldn't deny myself, if I was a real woman.

Vera pushed me on the couch and kneeled between my thighs. Behind her was the TV and the big windows. I suddenly felt exposed to the world, even though if someone were watching us, he would need binoculars to see us.

Vera took my throbbing flesh in her hand and put a clock on the table next to her. She made sure I know what time it was.

And she began.

Vera's hand got quicker soon. She let her sleeve fall over and she used it to rub me. Its chunky cuff made me crazy and I was soon on the edge. I tried to hold as much as possible but she brought in her hanging big collar as well. The thought of seeing it in my juices was unbearable. So I came in it. Vera quietly received my cumshot in her collar.

We both looked at the clock. Only a minute had gone by. I knew I could've lasted longer. But three minutes isn't such a big period as well.

So I prepared to give it all in order for her to lose the challenge.

Vera closed more and used her stained sticky cowl to rebuild a hardness. It was smart -- the slimy pond in her knit was making me comfortable and regaining interest in her. Afraid of losing the game, Vera brought a lot of saliva into action. Her collar was slowly turned into a big wool condom.

In a minute and a half I was hard again.

I looked at the clock in horror, realizing how good Vera was at this. Her fingers began exploring my thighs along with her sleeve. I was being jerked faster with her other hand. In the meantime, the fingers kept exploring my balls, behind them and...

I nearly jumped from the couch.

-- What are you doing?

Vera was quiet. She kept trying to find the right spot for her finger.

-- Vera! -- I shouted, squeezing my butt.

-- You're not playing fair, Anton! -- She said, still jerking me in her collar.

-- But, but...

-- You are not allowed to stop me! If you stop me, I win!

-- What?

Vera's finger found my butthole.

-- Ah-ah! -- I jumped away from her.

Vera closed to me again, whispering:

-- If you run once more, you lose. And the photos are going viral!

-- No, don't!

I thought about what I was risking here. There was less than a minute. I could handle this drop of humiliation for my freedom.

Vera found my hole again. Her finger was covered in spit and cum so it slowly penetrated. I was about to scream but was also trying to hold my balls from emptying. I was fighting to deal with the pressure but the damn finger kept exploring my butt. A different and new sensation began to build in me.

I looked at the clock. Thirty seconds.

Vera pushed a second finger inside. It hurt more than I could've imagined. Then she started moving them in me, while I was desperately trying not to escape.

-- Open wide, Antonia! -- Vera said, while adjusting my purple hard-on to point at my face.

-- Don't, don't! -- I moved my head around, still unable to run because of the rules of the game.

-- You are my sweet whore, Antonia! You deserve your own cumshot!

Her fingers were ravishing me!

Twenty seconds.

-- My pink beauty! Open wide to accept my gift for you! You've been such a good girl...

Fifteen seconds.

-- In three months with me you'll learn how to suck cock and your ass will be able to take a bigger lover! The training's going to be hard, but I'll help you go through.

The damn hat fell over my eyes. I tried to move it, but my hands were deep in the pink fuzziness. I just let it all go and focused on enduring this tease.

Seven seconds.

-- After this, I'll let you lick both of our sweaters like a good slut! Do you want to?

She shoved her fingers very deep. I cried a moan out.

Four seconds.

-- Do you want to?

I was shaking my head in terror while the hat covered my view completely.

Two seconds.

A palm hit me in the balls hard. Something landed on my wool-covered face. Then it landed again and again and again.

I had come. Vera's fingers went out along with my dignity. I placed my pink hands on my face, unable to believe what happened. I laid aside on the couch, trying not to cry, while Vera was laughing. She hugged me gently.

-- Get it out, Antonia! Get those tears out!

I tried to say something but there was a chunk of cum stuck in my throat. So the best thing I could do is to limit my crying to sobbing.

-- You are a beautiful thing, Antonia! There's nothing to be ashamed of.

After I finally managed to stop my humiliating tears, I spoke:

-- May I go home now?

-- Don't you want to go out on a date with me, after we're officially together?

I removed the hat and looked horrified at Vera.

-- Well, you did go through a lot. You can go home, if that's what you want.

I stood up. My pink dress had nasty stains on it. I ignored them and looked around.

-- Where are my clothes?

-- In the garbage. The bin is just under the window -- Vera pointed at the bedroom.

-- What?

I ran into her bedroom and looked through the open window. I could see my jacket in the bin.

-- What have you done?

Vera came to me and hugged me from behind.

-- Winning you, baby!

I pushed her hands and stepped away.

-- You're crazy, Vera! You're crazy! -- I shouted out of despair.

-- I know! But you like it so much!

-- I've got to get away from you!

I walked back in the living room and stood by the front door.

-- Open it!

-- Do you really want to go out there like this?

Vera came by and opened the door. I looked out and realized I was dressed as a woman, with make-up and pink cum-stained sweater dress.

I closed the door and sat on the ground. I couldn't think straight. I was in panic mode.

Vera went somewhere and came back with the whole bottle of wine. I took it and poured some inside my mouth.

-- You tricked me! -- I suddenly said.

-- No, I didn't! You just followed the path I showed you. You could choose. And you chose. It's time to embrace your nature. Even the toughest men have a feminine side. It's just not common to accept it. With me, you can be Antonia all you want. I won't judge.

-- But I don't... -- I grabbed my hair. It was useless. -- You're ruining my life!

-- Maybe, but best things are built from ruins.

She crouched before me. Her hand caressed my cheek.

-- Let's get you properly dressed for a date now! I'll take you out for dinner.

-- What?

The dinner was one tough experience. I think nobody recognized I was a male. Vera put a lot of make-up on my face and I mostly stayed with the slouchy hat on. I had the chance to wear her black sweater again, reminding me of the night I had to spend in the janitor's storage room.

I barely ate but Vera made everything easier with her chatty mood. She was obviously happy that I was bound to be around her for three months and like any woman, her happiness burst into talking.

The next day I woke up in the morning from a nightmare -- I dreamt I was forced to take a whole banana in my mouth in front of Laura. I promised myself that the situation I was put into by Vera would be changed.

The next ten days were a torture. I had to go through complete body hair removal. Also, Vera taught me how to use make-up and made me buy myself two expensive perfumes. The only thing I actually liked a bit was that I was free to purchase a sweater of my taste. So I bought a big oversized chunky beige v-neck sweater with big knit that looked incredibly cozy.

In the meantime, Vera kept teasing me with her wooly outfits at work. But I had a promise to fulfil to myself and I started digging more about her.

Vera turned out to be raised by a single mom. The father left them when she was three, while the mom started working double shifts to pay for the child's education. This meant Vera was practically raised on the streets. She had multiple troubles with the law, mostly from distributing weed. Surprisingly, she graduated school and started working in hotels. She got better with computers to the point a company in the capital brought her into the advertisement business. She came back after two years, dated me for one and a half, and went on with her career until our paths crossed again.

The social media told an interesting story from the time after our relationship ended. Vera had many boyfriends. Two of them were at war on Twitter with her for a long time. Under each photo she posted, they wrote ugly comments, saying she is fat, a piggy, or an elephant. Vera made fun of the first one, sharing he had a long time getting hard in bed, while the other was accused of cheating.

Not a while ago, the wars ended, when she began working for our company. The rules at work made it clear that these kind of comments online are forbidden.

I tried to reach both of these ex-boyfriends. I needed to find a weakness in Vera's life in order to counter what she had against me. I was constantly on edge whether she would post the photos of me sucking a handle or not. Sadly, the two guys didn't answer.

I also asked around the office how Vera was doing at work. "Quick and decisive", they told me. So the job also wasn't a weakness. Not to mention that the more I spent time with Vera, the more I liked the way she was seeing the world. She was a natural free bird, liked to paint and wrote some short stories which were amazing. If only she wasn't treating me like a slut...

Vera said she got plans for us on Saturday. So early in the morning, I arrived at her door. An hour later I was turned into Antonia once again -- heavy make-up, lipstick, perfume, bra, panties, leather boots and my own oversized beige v-neck sweater. I wasn't allowed to dress pants or even a skirt. I had to deal with only my sweater and boots on. This meant I had to choose whether to leave more skin on my thighs or on my shoulders. The sweater couldn't cover them both.

This was really freaking me out but not as much as the next thing Vera took out -- hair extensions. Vera took her time to put them on my otherwise long hair. They fit so perfectly that it was scary. It was bizarre to have a real wavy black hair all of a sudden. I got hard just by looking at myself in the mirror. I was turning into an image of my own fantasies -- long hair, hairless skin, huge sweater, shoulder out from the collar, bra's straps peaking, long legs. I experimented with the sweater's position for a while, then played with the hair. I was getting too excited and my panties turned out to be small for me. I cooled off but the tension of being recognized and the struggle to keep both my thighs and shoulders covered was a constant turn-on.

-- You look stunning, Antonia! -- said Vera, while putting on a very soft chunky turtleneck sweater with big knit over a black pants underneath. -- In my wildest dreams I didn't imagine you might look so elegant!

-- Thanks -- I said confused.

Vera put on a leather jacket on top of the soft white sweater and led me out of her apartment into her car. She drove us for about an hour to the nearby city. Most of the time I couldn't help myself but play with my new black hair and use the car mirror to explore my new looks.

The car was parked not far from the mall. Vera took me with her and we did some shopping for both her and me. It was odd, walking around the women's clothing section and getting no suspicion at all from the other customers. Vera put a task in front of me -- to buy some lingerie, a couple of new knit scarves, a wool hat and another sweater. Also, she showed me some accessories for my hair, some of which I bought. I had decided to play along until I find dirt on her.

Later we had lunch in the mall's restaurant. We talked about how our female coworkers dressed and what to take from each of their styles. Vera couldn't help but share some gossip from around the office. It was a true girls talk we had that day.

It was snowing outside, so when we walked back to the car my shoulders and legs had to endure the coldness of the almost permanent winter around here. I snuggled in my warm sweater when we got in the car.

Vera told me she was taking me somewhere secret. I kind of liked this day so far, being able to get rid of Anton, walking around incognito. But this secret destination reminded me why I was so afraid of being with Vera. A bad feel planted its seed in me.

We stopped in a back alley. It was empty, if we didn't count some homeless guy sleeping in a tent at the other end. The cold wind immediately made itself present between my legs, while I was walking behind Vera to a rusty black door. She opened it and we took the stairs down, under the street level. Only a small bulb was hanging in the corridor to let us see where we step.

Finally, Vera entered a room full of smoke. I saw photos of different tattoos on the wall and a pair of boots resting on a desk in the middle. The boots belonged to a tall guy, looking like Marilyn Manson. When he saw Vera, he stopped playing with the matchbox in his hand and greeted her with a smile.

-- I bring you a client, Yuri!

The tall guy looked at me and put his feet down. He closed to me, moved my hair aside and looked at my neck. I noticed his hand was covered in tattoos.

-- A pretty thing! What do you want me to do with you?

Vera answered instead:

-- A black rose, on the left shoulder.

I looked at her, confused. Then I looked around the room once again. Yuri was a tattoo artist. I was brought here for a tattoo!

I stepped back.

-- No, no! No way, Vera!

She smiled at Yuri.

-- He... I meant she is a little hesitant. C'mon, Antonia, it'll be fun!

She took my hand a bit too harsh and pulled me to a chair. I could run away of course, but there was this thing about some photos with me...

Yuri sat behind and started asking Vera for specifics. When they agreed on the image of the black rose, he started preparing me for the process. Deep down I realized I was supposed to do something, to fight this, but was so confused that I couldn't think straight. It's one thing to play along Vera's crazy games and another to have a permanent flower tattoo on my skin.

This was the first time I thought that this might go on longer than just the three months Vera had won from the game.

I was sitting there, helpless to do a thing. I don't know for how long Yuri worked on my shoulder. The only thing I was doing was to keep my sweater on, because he kept pulling its collar down to reveal more skin. I think I managed to hide myself and kept him from recognizing I didn't actually had tits.

When he said I was done, my sweater was overstretched on the shoulders area, letting them both out. The v-neck was revealing obscenely much of my chest. I received some kind of bandage on my tattoo, preventing it from getting dirt.

Still shocked, I had to listen to Yuri's advices on how to live with a tattoo. I wanted to run in my bedroom and hide from the freakish world I've been sucked into.

I had to pay the guy. The rose tattoo costed half my salary. But at the exit, Yuri talked with Vera and when they were done, she came to me and kissed me deeply. Her tongue explored my mouth before I could say or do anything. Before I was able to push her away, she backed off and looked at Yuri. He was smiling in a nasty way.

-- I'll think about you two tonight! -- He said, grabbing his pants.

I almost jumped out through the exit. Vera caught up with me in the back alley, laughing.