From gangster to whores
Two years ago, I was a member of the Chicho family in Chicago. I wasn't in the top leadership positions in the organization since I wasn't Italian. However, I was moving up in the mob and had a decent income. I had everything one could wish for, any girls I wanted, and did what I pleased. But one day I got into trouble. I fucked the wife of a mob member. Obviously, he wasn't thrilled about it, and neither was my wife. This is the story of how my life changed drastically after Tony Chicho paid me a visit.
I saw Tony pull up that day, but it didn't alarm me. He usually picked me up once a week. I opened the door for him and invited
him inside. I had been fucking his wife for about a month and a half, but I was calm and confident."Sam, I have a matter to discuss with you. It turns out you're sticking your little dick where it doesn't belong."
I wasn't sure if he knew or was just talking about another business I shouldn't have meddled in, so I tried to brush it off.
"Tony, if you're talking about that deal with the mayor, I can back off. I didn't know you were involved in that too."
"Not exactly. I'm talking about something else entirely."
He pulled a videotape from his jacket and walked over to the VCR. He inserted it and pressed play. What I saw shook me to my core. On the video were his wife and me in a very compromising position. Obviously, he had managed to hide a camera in the bedroom somehow. Now I was sure I was done for. I couldn't understand why he was bothering to talk to me about it. Usually, such a screw-up meant certain death, without warning. I glanced back and saw my wife in the doorway. Tony called her over.
"Sam, I was very upset when I saw this tape and wanted to kill you painfully. The family gave me permission for a vendetta. But I thought about it. If I kill you, your poor wife Mary will be mourning such a piece of shit. I showed her the tape. Needless to say, she was upset too. I told her I was going to kill you, but she managed to talk me out of it. We've chosen a different fate for you."
"What is it?" I asked, feeling relieved that my life wasn't in danger. Anything but death.
"I found out you were fucking my wife a month ago. I installed a camera in the bedroom, hired a detective to watch you around the clock. You can see the tape for yourself. I also have evidence on your last three scams; I'm sure the district attorney would be interested. Take a look."
He took the tape out of the VCR and inserted another one. My face was clearly visible on the screen. It was the diamond heist we pulled off two weeks ago. We stole a million dollars in gems, got away, and left no evidence. The screen showed a couple of other jobs we had done.
"Mary came up with a good alternative to just shooting you. I liked her idea. We could not kill you but just hand the tapes over to the cops, and you'd be finished. I don't know if you'll want to thank your wife, but she saved your life."
"What do I have to do?" I asked.
"Mary has a friend who works at a psychological institute that studies sexuality. She told me a few stories about what they do, and I think it will be good correction for you. You will attend a four-month, intensive therapy. And after that, you're free. I don't think you'll return to Mary after this, but instead, you'll be a living person, which is better than being dead or in prison. If you try to run away from there, not only will we be looking for you, but I'll also hand the tapes over to the cops, and they'll definitely want to question you. If you run, pray I don't find you, because then I won't offer you any alternatives."
I was facing 15 to 20 years for armed robbery, and after a little thought, I agreed. Besides, just four months? That's a piece of cake for me. I also thought all that psychological crap was just a waste of time and didn't worry about it.
"Good, I thought you'd agree. A room is already prepared for you at the institute. Tomorrow morning, I'll take you there."
I went to sleep that night (alone, of course) and slept quite well. After all, I was going to stay alive. And it didn't matter that I had to spend four months at the institute. Soon I'd be out and fucking different whores again. Tony woke me up in the morning by shaking me hard.
"Wake up. Time to start a new life."
I got out of bed and got dressed. Shaved and had breakfast, then we got in the car and headed to the institute. Tony reminded me that he would receive daily reports from the institute staff on my progress. He said if I didn't cooperate fully, he would visit me, and that visit wouldn't be pleasant. About forty minutes later, we arrived. We were greeted by a beautiful, busty nurse. And I thought these wouldn't be such bad four months. I started to pull my bag out of the car, but the nurse stopped me, saying I wouldn't need anything; I'd be provided with everything necessary. I threw the bag back into the car and said goodbye to Tony.
The nurse led me to my room and said my first procedures were scheduled for 10:00. I looked around the room and thought a girl must have lived here before. The room was pink, with lace and bows everywhere. The sheets on the bed were pink satin. She said I needed a shot, of course, unless I could prove I had been vaccinated in the last three years. Obviously, I couldn't prove that, so I pulled down my pants and bent over. I felt a short prick in my buttock, and she injected some liquid into me. She did the same operation on the other buttock. Then she told me to undress and that all patients wear the clothing issued by their hospital. As I undressed, I carefully folded my clothes.
When I was down to my underwear, the nurse told me to take off my underwear too. I was slightly aroused, standing naked in front of a beautiful woman. She handed me a robe, a light pink robe. She probably saw my confusion and said that's all they had. Taking my pile of clothes, she said she'd be back at 10:00 and that I should make myself at home and read some magazines. I decided to explore the room a bit and walked over to the wardrobe. I opened the closet and saw there was nothing but women's clothes hanging there. Dresses, skirts, blouses. At the bottom, a row of women's high-heeled shoes was lined up. Next to the closet was a dresser with a mirror; I looked inside the dresser.
The top drawer of the dresser was filled with bras and panties, all with lace and frills. The second drawer had various women's lingerie, bustiers, stockings, garter belts, and corsets. In the next drawer were swimsuits of different kinds. The swimsuits were exactly the kind I'd like to see on my girls; they barely covered the female body. I admired the panties and hoped to see one of the nurses in them. I went to the bathroom and saw various kinds of lotions, creams, perfumes, sprays, tampons, and pads. I went to the wall shelf in my room and saw various magazines, women's magazines. Glamour, Cosmo, Vogue, Cosmopolitan. Great, I thought.
The institute definitely lacked space because they had clearly put me in a woman's room. I decided to browse through the magazines and sat on the bed. After a short while, the nurse returned.
"It's 10 o'clock. Time for your first procedure. Dr. Tetley will be here soon. Before she arrives, I need to put a female bracelet on you."
I had no idea what she was talking about, and it seemed I didn't really want to know. The bracelet I mentioned above attaches around the base of the penis. When the penis becomes erect, the bracelet tightens and sends a strong electric shock to the testicles and prostate, causing immense pain. This continues until the erection subsides. At the bottom of this bracelet is a metal piece that fastens around the testicles. This whole contraption is attached in such a way that it cannot be removed.
After she put the bracelet in place, the nurse explained the device to me.
"This bracelet will prevent you from having erections. Eventually, the brain will begin to associate pain with erection, making it impossible to achieve an erection even when the bracelet is removed."
She probably noticed my reaction and said, "You are at an institute for the study of sexually motivated crimes."
"Our female staff will do everything in our power to help you develop this conditioned reflex. I'll demonstrate."
As she said this, her hand reached out and began to gently caress my imprisoned penis. Her breasts were right in my face. I began to feel movement down below and was horrified at the thought of the pain. As soon as my penis began to swell, I felt a sharp, painful shock. My erection immediately disappeared.
"See what I mean? It's a very effective method," she said, smiling.
The door opened, and an older but very attractive doctor entered the room. She had short chestnut hair, and a friendly smile lit up her face.
"Dr. Tetley, I just demonstrated the bracelet's effect to Sam."
"Very good, nurse. Please give Sam the injection for his procedure." "Hello, Sam, I'm Dr. Tetley. We're going to spend a lot of time together over the next few months, so it's important that we get along. The first procedure is very simple. You'll get a shot, and then you'll listen to some music through headphones. That's all there is to it."
The nurse gave me a shot in the arm.
"What is that?" I asked innocently.
"Oh, nothing significant. Something to help you relax. This injection also makes the patient very open to suggestion. It's often used in hypnosis."
I barely heard the last words she spoke as I tried to keep my eyes open. I lay down on the bed and vaguely became aware of headphones being placed on my ears. I listened to classical music playing very softly. After that, I remember little.
"He'll be unconscious for about four hours. Which tape will you play?" asked Dr. Tetley.
"I'll start with transformation, admiration, and humiliation. The tape repeats every five minutes, so he'll hear it 48 times in four hours."
"Did you give him female sex hormones?"
"Yes, Dr. Tetley, first thing this morning. I told him it was a vaccination."
"Very good, nurse. Tomorrow morning, make sure he starts taking estradiol and progesterone pills. Since we only have four months, give him a double dose. Tony wants to see results after four months. We also need to increase the frequency of female hormone injections from once every three weeks to once a week," said Dr. Tetley.
While they were talking, I was in a deep drug-induced trance. Because of this, I was unaware that this tape contained subliminal messages. The messages were as follows:
I am a woman. I love having my legs and body smoothly shaved. I love feeling stockings on my smoothly shaved legs. I love wearing ultra-feminine panties, bras, garter belts, bustiers, corsets, and high-heeled shoes. I love wearing all kinds of women's clothing, especially very short skirts and revealing blouses. I love different kinds of makeup, especially if it helps me look like a whore. I love having my hair cut in a sexy feminine hairstyle and want to dye it blonde. I want my eyebrows to be thin. I want to pierce my ears to wear gold hoop earrings. I want to have long nails on my hands and paint them bright red. I would like to have large size D breasts and will do everything possible to get them. During the first week of each month, I start my period; I must use tampons and pads during that week to protect myself. Maintaining a feminine appearance will always arouse me, even if my pathetic penis doesn't respond. I will try to learn as much as possible about maintaining a feminine appearance. Wearing traditional male clothing will create a strong feeling of discomfort in me. When other people see me in a feminine appearance, I will remember that I was once a man and will be deeply humiliated by this, but also aroused by this humiliation. The arousal from humiliation will embarrass me even more. My penis is a meaningless piece of flesh, and I would like to get rid of it. I want to be called by my female name, Samantha. I am a woman.
The tape played this message over and over while I was unconscious. When I woke up, the headphones were still on me, but no music was playing. I took off the headphones and sat up. I was slightly groggy from what they had injected me with, but I felt great. What a therapy this is. Ha. If I have to sleep during these procedures, four months will fly by. If only I could get rid of this damn bracelet, it wouldn't be so bad here. As soon as I thought about it, the door opened, and two beautiful nurses entered. The only things they were wearing were bras and panties. One of them had such large breasts that I thought they were about to spill out of her bra. They ordered me to lie on the bed and began to take off their panties and bras. I was immediately aroused by this action.
Ahh. I felt a sharp, piercing pain hit me, and my erection immediately subsided. I tried to look away from the girls to prevent the pain from repeating, but it was hard to do. One of the girls hovered over me, straddled my face, and ordered me to lick her out. I had always loved eating girls' pussies before, and I eagerly got to work. I began to feel my penis swelling, then I felt the sharp pain again. Yeah, this isn't very fun. The other girl was caressing my penis with her hands. Then I felt her gentle lips on the head of my penis; I guessed this was going to be a long procedure. Arousal, pain, arousal, pain. I continued to lick the girl hovering over my face, and then I heard the girl sucking my penis say, "I can't wake up this pathetic little dick. This little fag will never satisfy me with his tiny dick. He's probably impotent. Good thing I brought my favorite toy."
I felt her place something over my penis. It turned out to be a giant, hollow dildo. The girl I was licking was quickly approaching orgasm. I felt her come as her hips began to convulse and squeeze my head tightly. Then she got off me. The other girl climbed onto my penis (or her toy). It was delightful to watch her ride me up and down; my penis began to show signs of life again. Pain. I had to endure this arousal, pain, arousal, pain. This vicious cycle continued until she came. I was so glad when they finally put their clothes back on and left.
I looked at the clock. It was 2:45. The familiar nurse brought me some food and said my evening procedure would start at 8:00, but I also had an aerobics class at 5:30. She told me to rest and left. There was nothing to do, so I went and picked up the first magazine I saw, Cosmo. I started flipping through the pages and saw beautiful models in fashionable outfits. I wish I looked like them, I thought. I caught myself thinking that. What am I thinking? I pushed the thought out of my head and started reading an article about new modern trends in makeup. I must have been so absorbed in reading the magazines that I lost track of time. At 5:15, the nurse returned and told me to get ready for aerobics class.
She went to the closet and took out pink leggings. She told me to undress and put on the pants. I had never worn leggings before, and certainly not pink ones. I hesitated for a moment.
"Hurry up, we don't have much time," said the nurse.
I decided it was better to cooperate, remembering Tony's warning. I pulled on the leggings. I didn't look very good in them. Hairy legs, an unsightly bulge in the crotch, and no female breasts. I was slightly embarrassed by my outfit, standing in front of the nurse, and could feel my face flushing. Although I felt sexy, I don't know why. I went to the aerobics class, and they gave me a workout like I had never experienced before. I was sweating profusely, and when we returned to the room, the nurse escorted me to the shower.
"How hairy your legs