To call my sleep restful or pleasant would be a joke. I was tormented by nighmares all night long. In the most vivid and memorable of them I found myself kneeling in a circle of faceless men, their massive cocks all pointed at my face a desperate need in me to make all of them cum, to keep them from getting angry with me. Another dream was of me standing naked on the stage in the center of the club, my foot chained to the stripper pole. A line of men waited, cocks out for me to suck them off in front of everyone in the club, the laughter and jeering from the croud was loud and mocking. People called me a whore, a slut, a sissy, a dirty fucking hole, a fuck toy.
In another dream I was tied up on a bed, my legs spread and Silas stood over me, he was stroking his cock and laughing when I pleaded with him to release me. He got onto the bed and between my legs placing his cock against my tight ass. He laughed harder when I had cried and pleaded for mercy. Then he had started up the vibrations of my cage and watched me twitch and struggle to cum. He had told me that I would beg him to fuck me. Had told me I would beg him to make me a woman, to use me like one.
The dream had ended with me still pleading for mercy, the sinking feeling of knowing that he was right settling on me. The state I had been in before when my cage had been vibrating and he had left me like that, I knew that I would have done anything if it meant I would have been given release.
Another part of my mind wondered what it would be like to get fucked, to feel his cock in me, to be a woman but these were fleeting thoughts.
The most confusing of the dreams however involved strange images, flashing sensations, urges and sounds. The feeling of fingers tugging at my nipples, the aching sensation one of confusing pain and pleasure. Another being the feeling of something stroking against my ass, teasing my tight hole, it felt incredible, the wet slick sensation of something soft but firm slowly pressing and circling my hole the threat of pressing deeper constantly there. There were many variations on these feelings, and they never seemed to go for long, and there were hundreds of them. Strangely none of them focused on my cock. In all of the dreams it was always caged, and I was always pushed to the edge of cumming before the dream changed again denying me even in my dreams.
I woke up suddenly with a yelp and immediately felt the ache of my body hit me as I sat up rapidly and found that my hand was on my cage tugging at it.
I let it go and fell back onto the bed groaning as the aching of my cock had only gotten more intense. It was like a constant itch that I was unable to reach, nothing I did made it any better.
After wallowing for a time I got up to respond to nature's call and had the humiliating experience of sitting to pee once again. As I sat there however I looked up and saw myself in the mirror over the sink and I stared at what I saw. Something had changed.
Once I was finished I stood up and got closer to the mirror and carefully studied everything I could see. My face looked different, softer somehow. My nose was definitely smaller and cuter, my cheekbones were more pronounced maybe? My chin was thinner possibly. All of it was subtle but it looked like there had been a bunch of very small changes made and it had made me look slightly more feminine than before.
I also realized soon after I finished studying my face, that my chest ached. I took some time to really study it but was fairly certain my nipples had changed slightly, the tips getting slightly bigger, and while I still had what was undeniably a flat chest, it almost looked like my pecs had changed shape, becoming slightly pointed.
This set me off to study every other part of myself and this meant I found many other very small alterations to nearly every part of my body. Really subtle things like my fingers seemed thinner, my balls felt and looked slightly smaller, and either my waist had gotten thinner, or my hips had gotten wider, or possibly some small change to both.
Once I stopped finding new small changes, I struggled with how I should feel about it. What did it mean for the future as this had to be the result of the alterations I had gotten the notification about. What did it mean that it was changing me into a more feminine person, would it eventually mean I would lose my dick? Could it do that? I guessed not as after re-reading the description of shaped by desire it said it wouldn't change any core biological aspects.
I continued to stare at my face and wondered what the next changes would be, what I would look like when that skill reached level eight, the maximum for tier one. How would it feel to be changed into a woman with a cock?
The idea of it cause me to feel a truly uncomfortable amount of conflicted feelings and as I was unwilling to confront the crisis I was having with my sense of self, I tried to ignore my pounding heart and racing thoughts and focus on the present issues. I checked the time by looking at my stove as I had no other clocks in my place and saw that it was eleven fifty. I only had ten minutes before Silas had promised to show up again and start the experimenting once again.
To get ready I put on the only clothes I had, brushed my teeth and washed my face, then tried to comb my hair into something slightly more organized with my fingers and had very little success. As I did I saw yet another change I hadn't already noticed. My hair had definitely grown at least an inch or so since it had been cut the day before.
As I was musing over what that would mean and imagining how I would look if my hair continued to grow that fast, a knock came from my door. A feeling of overwhelming fear and panic hit me and all of the feelings from the day before that I had been trying to ignore and not think about came back in seconds.
I took a few deep breaths and tried to calm myself down then approached the door knowing that I couldn't leave Silas waiting for long.
Pulling the door open I tried to keep myself from shaking and I looked up into Silas's grinning face.
"Looking good slut, the changes are already noticeable. We should be able to get you to the next skill level today to keep the changes coming. But to start things off you are gonna be learning how to dance. So come follow me."
He waved a hand and turned to leave just expecting me to follow him.
Learning how to dance didn't sound too bad, though doing it in heels wouldn't be easy and I didn't imagine he would be letting me take them off for this. It also would have been nice if I could have gotten any other clothing. Something less like a sheer nightgown would have been appreciated.
Walking after Silas I felt the real effects of my terrible night of sleep. My whole body ached and it took barely any touching on my cage to send waves of confusing sensation through my body. It craved attention but any attention it got just caused me discomfort and pain. It was terrible.
Doing my best not to moan in discomfort and frustration I followed Silas, walking as quickly as I could to keep up while wearing the tall heels. We went down through the building and into a basement VIP room with a small stage and pole.
Standing on that stage was a tall and absolutely stacked woman with long blonde hair and a gorgeous face. She was wearing a loose cropped t-shirt and some tight leggings, but also a pair of thick chunky stripper heels taller even than mine.
"This is Sasha. Sasha this is Remi. Now I want you to listen to everything Sasha has to tell you and follow all of her instructions, for every skill you unlock and level you gain I will pay you one hundred credits, if you dont manage to unlock anything you will be punished. All clear? Great. Now get to shaking that ass."
Silas didn't even wait to hear if I had a question, and left with a smug grin on his face.
I turned to look at Sasha and blushed as I realized how I must look. There was no way she thought I was an actual girl, and here I was in a dress and heels having been told to shake my ass.
"Alright Remi we are gonna start with stretching. Stretching is one of the most important things you can do to keep yourself ready for whatever you will be asked to do here. It will never hurt to be more flexable and can only assist with your ability to dance. Correct me if I'm wrong but you dont have any dance experience?"
I shook my head and stared down at the heels I was standing there in and imagined stretching in the clothes I was wearing, there was no way Sasha wasn't going to see everything if I did. It wasn't like my caged up cock was exactly big, but it was a noticeable bump in my panties. How would she react to that, would she laugh at me? Make fun of me? There was no way she wouldn't do something like that right?
"Ok then, we need to get you something different to wear for this. Come over here you can borrow a pair of my shorts and a tank top, it looks like it will fit you."
I gratefully went over and took the offered clothes, a loose and flowy tank top and a pair of very short and loose on me booty shorts.
"Thats all I have with me." Sasha said almost appologetically.
I shook my head and looked up at her.
"These are way better than what I have. Thank you." I mumbled and became more and more self concious as I spoke. My voice sounded strange when I heard it. Not very different but not the same as it had been. It was slightly higher pitch and breathier, though the breathiness might be beacause of my own lack of confidence.
She just nodded and respectfully turned away from me to give me a bit of privacy to change of which I was incredibly grateful.
I quickly disrobed and pulled on the shorts and tanktop she had given me. The tank top was thankfully tight enough that it fit me alright, but I had to tighten the ties on the waist of the shorts. Sasha's hips and ass was way bigger than mine.
It did feel nice though to be wearing something other than a skimpy dress.
