Training Room

Sometimes I wonder what the point of my law degree is. Here I am defending this scumbag stalker, a case I have to take because I'm still too far down the rung in the firm. He claims innocence, but I can see the girl on the other side of the room with her hands in her face and can hear her crying. She had just gotten off the stand telling the whole room of the relenting way this man had stalked her. I try to do my best to defend him, a client is a client after all. I can see the jury isn't buying it and frankly, neither would I. I can see the guy despairing. He can also tell they aren't siding with him. I fight the urge to glare at him. I look over at the girl and our eyes meet. She's actually very pretty with long black hair and these bright blue eyes. My eyes linger and as we look at each other it's like she's looking into my soul and she smiles for the first time during the trial. I start to feel like I'm being weird and look away, probably not the best for the defense attorney to be caught staring at the victim. I notice my client staring at me too, but he has a sad look in his eyes. At this point the jury steps away to make their decision.

They come back a half hour later and the judge pronounces my client guilty.

I turn to him, "Sorry, Truett, but you lost."

He is just sitting there freaking out. He stands up and yells, "No! I wasn't stalking her! Why does no one believe me?!"

He turns towards me and yells, "Even my own lawyer doesn't believe me!"

At this point officers are heading towards him and I'm backing away. They grab him by his arms and he tries to break free, but can't. He keeps yelling though, "She's crazy! You can't imagine the things she can do! You'll all see! You'll regret this! Especially you!" He is pointing at me, "I've seen the way she was looking at you. You're next!"

The officers take him away. Clearly he was really messed up in the head. Maybe a few years in prison will help him get a better head on his shoulder after he reflects over his actions. I'm a little shaken from the events and go to leave. As I pass by the victim our eyes meet again and she gives me a smile and waves goodbye. It feels a little awkward, but I give a quick wave back. Exhausted from the trial, I arrive home and go straight to sleep.

The next day I still have work in the morning. I put on a clean suit and groom myself a little. I have short black hair and a pretty respectable figure. I walk out of my apartment, get in my car, and drive off. I always leave a little early every morning to go to this little coffee shop that I like. I'm standing there waiting in line when I notice the victim from the trial sitting in one of the booths looking out the window. I look away and hope she doesn't notice me. She probably doesn't want to see the guy who defended her stalker. After I get my coffee I try to walk past her nonchalantly, but right after I pass her I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around to see her right there.

"Hey," she says, "You're the lawyer. The one from the trial. You defended Truett. What was your name again?"

"Andrew," I tell her.

I hope that's all, but she puts out a hand and says, "I'm Aliya, but you probably knew that already."

I feel like it would be worse if I ignored her so I shake her hand and say, "Yeah, I remember."

"I just wanted to say that there's no hard feelings," Aliya says, "I know you were just doing your job."

"Yeah," I say, "To tell you the truth, I had trouble dealing with that guy. I'm sorry for what he put you through and I'm glad he's behind bars."

"Thanks, for that," Aliya says and she brushes her hand against my arm and says, "You're sweet."

"Oh, thanks," I say, "But I really must be going or I'll be late for work."

"Oh, sorry, don't let me keep you, but it was nice talking to you," she says.

"Yeah," I say and I walk away hoping to never see her again.

I get to work and start dealing with the paperwork following the aftermath of the trial. The rest of the day is normal and boring. I see Aliya at the coffee shop again the next day and she once again stops me briefly to chat. It's pleasant. The rest of the week I see her there everyday. I'm surprised that I never realized she had gone there, but I guess I didn't know who she was before the trial so it didn't click before. That weekend I go to the grocery store and run into her there too. The next day I see her at my gym and she even spots me for a little while. I guess she lives around here too so I'll be seeing a lot of her, but it's strange, I swear I'd never seen her before the trial. Over the next month we talk a lot. She's really nice and I start to consider her a good friend. She's not really my type, but sometimes I catch her flirting and I ignore it, but she doesn't give up. Also during this month I started noticing weird things happening in my apartment. At first I thought I was imagining it, a misplaced TV remote, pictures being a little crooked, furniture moved slightly. When I told Aliya this she thought I was being paranoid, but things got worse. Pictures were being moved completely. furniture was being rearranged, and food was missing, even stuff I had already taken a bite out of. Someone had clearly been in my apartment. I didn't call the police though because I had no proof. Months go by and this continues, but never escalates past these minor inconveniences.

I run into Aliya in the coffee shop one morning like always and I have big news to share with her.

"Why are you smiling so brightly?" she asks, "Something good happen?"

"Why yes it did," I say, "I finally made partner."

"That's great news, congratulations," she says.

"Thank you," I say back beaming.

"You should celebrate," she says, "Any ideas?"

"Yeah," I say, "I was thinking of going out drinking and maybe I could find a woman to spend the night with."

I can see her mood sour when I say this and the conversation quickly ends. I guess she hoped I would ask her to dinner or something. She never got a hint, but I don't want this to ruin our friendship so I decide to make it up to her somehow next time I see her.

She's probably better off not dating me anyways. My love life is nothing but failed relationships. Whenever things got deep or we were dating for a while they always seemed to get sick of my attitude. Some of them called me a misogynist, others a sexist prick. I never thought that was fair. I didn't treat women poorly, it's just that in a relationship the man should have control, and the woman should just listen. That's just how things worked best, that's how my parents were. No woman I found agreed with this and there was no way I wanted to test this on Aliya and ruin our friendship.

That night I was at a bar and hitting on the hot woman next to me. We kept ordering drinks, me more than her and I thought things were going great. I try to kiss her, but she pushes me away.

"What are you doing?" she asks loudly.

"What?" I ask back, "I thought we were having a moment."

"You've just sat there and talked about yourself this whole time, except to compliment, how did you phrase it? My great ass and big tits," she says back, "How did you think that was a good conversation? Do you even know my name?"

"It's um, um, it's Robin," I say.

"My name is Clare, jackass," she says, "Just leave me alone."

"Fine," I say.

Maybe I'll have to try my luck with a woman another night. I still want to celebrate so I proceed to order drink after drink till I'm super wasted. I see Clare about to leave the bar with some other guy. Against my better judgment I walk over to them.

I go right up to Clare and say, "What's so great about him, huh?"

"He was thoughtful and nice and we had a real conversation," she says.

"You bitch!" I say, "He's not better than me!"

"Leave us alone, buddy," the guy says.

"Fuck you!" I yell and swing a punch at him. I miss horribly. At this point a bouncer comes over and grabs me and pushes me out the door. I fall down onto the sidewalk.

"You've had enough," he says, "Don't come back."

"Don't wanna anyway," I say, "It's a shitty bar."

He just glares at me as he walks back inside. I struggle to get on my feet, but eventually manage it. I look around and across the street I swear Aliya is there.

I wave to her and yell, "Aliya! I'm shorry fro earlier."

A car passes by and then she's gone. Maybe I'm so drunk that I imagined her. I stumble my way home and pass out. The next morning I have a massive hangover, but I still need to go to work, so I bear it and head to the coffee shop. I'm disappointed to see that Aliya isn't there, maybe she's still mad at me. Over the next few weeks I don't see Aliya at all. It's like she's disappeared. I got her phone number a while ago, but when I call it, it goes straight to voicemail like it's shut off. This occurs every time I call it no matter what time of day. I miss her.

About a month after I made partner there is a serious escalation at my apartment. I get home to find the place ransacked. It's disheveled and things are strewn all over the floor and it's so bad I feel content to call the police. While I wait for them I stupidly go into my apartment alone. I try to figure out what's missing and the only things I can figure are gone are a pair of boxers, my toothbrush, and my hair comb.

The police came and checked the place for the intruder and scolded me for going in on my own. When I told them what was missing they asked if I had a stalker, that the items taken were in line with the kinds a stalker would take, but I said no. My place had been broken into a few times before, but that was just my own wild speculation. I had no proof and no suspect and knew it wouldn't hold up in a court of law.

As the days went on I started to notice that whenever I arrived home my apartment door would always be unlocked even though I always locked it before leaving. The minor inconveniences returned and then I started noticing Aliya around town again. It would only ever be a glimpse of her and she'd quickly disappear before I could get to her. I started to realize how strange all of these things were and I felt like an idiot that it's taken me this long to put everything together. All the weird things at my apartment only started when I first met Aliya. She was probably the one doing all of this and Truett was probably telling the truth. I arranged to meet with him at prison.

The first thing Truett says when I see him is, "So you believe me now?"

"Yes," I say, "You have to tell me what I can do."

"What you can do?" he laughs, "Look what happened to me. Accused of doing the crime that was done to me and everyone including you believed her. My only solace is that she's moved on from me to you. She's your problem now."

"She's making me go crazy," I say, "I can't stop looking over my shoulder. Please, there must be something."

"No, there is nothing. You're fucked," he says, "Guards! We're done here."

The guards take him away before I can say anything else. I can barely sleep that night, afraid at any point Aliya will show up. This paranoia lasts for weeks when one day I go to open the door after coming home from work to find it locked. I'm curious and when I enter nothing seems out of place, as if no one's been there. I'm really happy about this.

The next week it's like she's left me alone. That weekend I have the first good night of sleep in weeks. Weeks pass and all I can think is that she must have forgotten me, moved on. Those weeks turn to months and I put her out of my mind, just happy for my life to have returned to normal.

One day I arrive home from work and enter my apartment. As I walk through the door, someone already in my apartment shuts it behind me. I look to see a woman wearing a gas mask. I can't make out her features, but I know it's Aliya. I start to feel weak. I drop to my knees. My vision starts to blur.

She leans down to face me and through some kind of speaking apparatus in the mask a mechanical high pitched voice comes out and I hear her say, "I missed you, but I had to make preparations. You'll understand."

My vision goes dark and I pass out.

*****

As I wake up I try to move, but find I cannot. I try to scream, but it comes out muffled and I realize there is a ball gag in my mouth. I look around to see a white room. I am trapped on a bed with my arms and legs tied with rope that is attached to the bed posts. There are large mounds of flesh attached to my chest and I can't see past them. When I look at my arms I realize that they look strange, smaller, more slender and are missing body hair. What did she do to me? Almost as if that summoned her, she walks in.

"I'm glad you're awake," Aliya says, "I had you unconscious while I did my work. You're probably really confused right now so let me explain. Despite my humble appearance I am actually a very clever scientist. Of course others have referred to me as a mad scientist, which I don't appreciate. It's not my fault the world doesn't approve of my inventions or my methods. No one appreciates my gifts."

She leans in close to me and keeps talking, "As for why you're here, it's because I believe we're soulmates. In the past I've found person after person, believing each time they were the one, only to realize I was wrong. Truett had deceived me, like all the rest and I needed him to pay for that, so I set him up. Then during Truett's trial I was so impressed by you. I had stacked the deck against you yet you fought so hard for a man I could tell you despised. You, like everyone else, believed my false accusations against him. It was during the trial I became smitten with you and realized you must be my true soulmate. You, however, were in denial about this. You avoided my gaze and so I had to be more aggressive. I pursued you, but even though we began to chat often, you ignored my forwardness. This hurt me, but I continued to try. Then the day of your promotion you flat out stubbed me and this wounded me deeply. That night I followed you, as I often did, to the bar. I saw how you treated that woman and it dawned on me. I then asked around and spoke with your exes, or more like forced them to speak with me, which proved my hypothesis. You don't respect women. I realized I needed to correct this aspect of you before we could be together and so I came up with a plan. I made my preparations and then grabbed you. I believe the best way for you to learn to respect women is to be one, so that's what I did."

Aliya walks away from me and presses some kind of switch on the wall. Above me the ceiling turns into a mirror and I get a full look at myself. My hair was now down past my shoulders and had feminine softness to it. My face also had been changed to a more feminine one, my legs were like my arms, slender and hairless. There wasn't any indication of the muscles I had once cultivated, instead my body seemed weak and frail, soft and dainty. Those large mounds of flesh were my breasts, which must have been at least a D cup, and my penis and testicles were gone, replaced with a vagina. After seeing my new reflection I screamed into the gag again.

"Shhh, it's okay," Aliya says, "I'll be here to guide you, but I know you're a bit agitated right now so I'll need to keep you restrained." She leaves for a moment and returns with a straitjacket. She undoes the restraints on my arms and I try to resist, but my body is so weak now, she easily overpowers me and forces the straitjacket on me. She then undoes the restraints on my legs and I get up. She leads me from the room down a dimly lit hall to another room. Before entering she stops. I realize she's been holding a black collar. She places it around my neck and snaps it in place.

"You'll find that you cannot remove that collar. Only I have the authorization to unlock it, but don't worry it looks cute on you," Aliya says, "Now, you'll need a new name, Andrew isn't a good fit for a woman," she thinks for a moment, "I know. Let's call you Aniya. It's a lot like my name so it sounds great." She then opens the door and I follow her into the room.

The room is very large. There is one wall that has a silvery metallic sheen to it. Another wall contains five doors. Next to another wall is a comfortable looking bed, with a sliding purple curtain around it. I look behind me and see that this wall has two screens on either side of the door. The one screen is close to the ground, a little below eye level, and the other is higher up. The higher up one has a couch a few feet from it.

"This is where you'll be staying," Aliya says. She points to one of the five doors, "That's the bathroom/shower. The other four are locked and you'll gain access to them only when I allow it." She walks over to the lower screen and taps the front of it, "When you need something simply tap this, a list of options will show up," I could see several options, food, drink, shower, then the screen dimmed before I could read the rest, "Just tap the option and it will tell you what to do."

She walks over to the bed and gestures for me to sit on it and I do. "I'm going to remove your gag and restraints. It's in your best interest to behave yourself. Each day I plan on training you in at least some aspect of femininity and as long as you cooperate things will go smoothly. At the end of this, if I feel you've gained a better understanding of women and have learned to better respect them, I'll turn you back into a man and we can then be together properly."

She first undoes the ball gag and places it on the floor. She then removes the straitjacket. She grabs both and begins to walk away. At first I sit there calmly for a moment as she walks away, but then I run after her. I prepare to hit her, but when I get close I feel a prick in my neck. Immediately after the prick in my neck I start to feel hot and flustered. A tingly sensation flows over my body and I get weak in my knees. I kneel, unable to stand or compose myself. I feel my nipples tent and my crotch gets really hot.

Aliya has dropped the straitjacket and ball gag and has walked back over to me and is looking down at me. I look up at her and barely get out, "What did you do to me?"

"Sorry, I forgot to explain the purpose of the collar," Aliya says, "Inside are several doses of a very powerful aphrodisiac of my own creation. If you come at me with ill intentions or try to escape the drug will be administered. You'll find that its effects are immediate and debilitating."

Despite how hot my crotch has gotten I refuse to give her the satisfaction and manage to barely resist touching myself. It takes all my willpower to just sit there and do nothing. Aliya just calmly walks behind me and kneels down. I feel her hot breath on my neck as she reaches around and places a hand on one of my breasts. I sigh escapes my lips as she plays with my sensitive nipples. It must be the aphrodisiac making them more sensitive than they'd normally be. I feel her other hand on my back and it slides down towards my butt. She moves her hand across my butt to my vagina.

WIth her mouth next to my ear she whispers, "Relax. Enjoy it." I realize I've gotten very wet as she slicks up her fingers with my juices before plunging them into my pussy. I gasp at the pleasure as she fingers me. She manages to hit a magical spot in my pussy and she hits it again and again and I cum, squirting all over her hand.

At this point I've completely lost my composure. She removes her hand. But I replace it with my own and try to hit the same point. It feels incredible, I could never imagine being a woman could feel so good. I use my free hand to play with my tit. Aliya grabs my shoulders and gently guides me into a standing position as I play with myself. She guides me back to the bed and I continue my masterbating there.

"The drug will wear off in a little while and you'll probably feel extremely tired afterwards. I'll see you later. Bye for now," Aliya says and she walks away, but I'm barely paying attention. I'm too busy shoving my fingers up my snatch and I manage to orgasm. I continue to do this for who knows how long, cumming over and over again. Finally, it seems to wear off and I get really sleepy and I doze off on the bed, my hands and crotch disgustingly wet, covered in my pussy juices.