The Hunt: Part-3, Forced Feminized: Mtf: Crossdressing Story 💗

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They had gotten back a little early but in a few minutes that wouldn't matter. Tina opened the vial and spread the clear liquid on the inside of one of the wine glasses. The prescription was almost at the end of its shelf life but she was sure that it would work well enough. With the glasses and the chilled bottle of Rieslings on a tray, she returned to the living room. He had taken off his jacket and his tie lay across it on the back of the sofa. Tina hoped that the solution didn't take too long to work.

She walked over and set the tray on the coffee table in front of the couch. She made herself comfortable. "Care for a glass John?"

He hadn't heard her come back into the room. He had loaded three discs into the changer and then joined her. "Yes, thanks."

Tina let him pour. Her glass was the nearest to her and he handed it to her, full. He only half filled his own then sat back on the couch. Her stocking leg looked inviting and he took the liberty of resting his hand on her soft thigh. "To us." He toasted. "To a long and pleasant relationship."

Rewarding for me, thought Tina. His touch revolted her but she didn't ask him to remove his hand. Smiling, she watched intently as he took a sip from his glass. The last time Tina used the solution it took almost five minutes for it to work. She prayed that it didn't take much longer than that this time.

John moved closer to her when she didn't object to his advances. He had already spent a lot of money on this girl and he had no intention of playing footsie all night with her. He wanted to get right down to it. He slid his hand higher on her leg and saw her gasp with anticipation at his touch.

What Tina felt was anything but anticipation. He moved fast. She would have to play along for just a little while.

John leaned over and kissed her milky white neck. Her perfume was intoxicating and he wanted more. He put his hand on her cheek and turned her face to him. Her sweet full lips were covered by his and he explored her mouth with his tongue.

Tina had to force herself not to gag. How long had it been since he took a drink, she wondered. "It's warm in here tonight." Tina pulled back. She retrieved her glass from the table and took a sip of the cool wine.

"Would you like to slip into something more comfortable?" John suggested devilishly.

That was a perfect suggestion, thought Tina. By the time she returned he should be stiff. She smiled at him provocatively. "That's a wonderful idea. I'll be right back."

There were two exits from the huge room. Both led back to the long hallway that divided the loft from the back rooms. One was near the front door, the other in the kitchen. Tina hurried to the latter.

John drained his glass and poured another. She was wonderfully willing. He wondered to himself if he could get away with sampling this girl every time he came to town?

Tina took her time. She stepped out of her dress slowly. In just her stockings, panties and bra, she slipped on her white nylon robe then went into her bathroom and checked herself in the mirror. It had been almost ten minutes now since he had taken that first drink. He should be stretched out on the couch like a stiff. He wouldn't lose consciousness, just all his muscle functions. He would be able to see and hear but not be able to move or speak. It was important to them that he knew what was going on.

Tina was amazed when she finally returned to the living room to find he was still sitting on the couch, animated.

"I thought you got lost." John smiled at Tina. She looked tantalizing in her short robe with the lace trim of her stockings showing below it. He wanted her now.

He felt a little odd. His fingers and toes were tingling. John attributed that to a little too much wine tonight. He decided he needed no more of that. Now he wanted to savor something else.

Tina stood in front of him. He should be limp as a dishrag by now. She was a little concerned.

John reached up with a little effort and took her hand. He pulled her down to him, onto his lap. Again he covered her mouth with his. His hands started exploring her soft breasts. Strangely, he could only just barely feel them. It was as if his hands were getting numb. Dismissing it as nothing, he dropped a hand into her lap and groped under her robe.

Tina fought to get away and he finally lost the strength in his arms. She squirmed and got out of his lap. Standing over him, she watched as he gradually lost control completely.

John looked up at her. It was difficult to even speak. "I.. don't feel...very...well."

"That will pass in a moment John." Tina felt absolutely no compassion for the young man.

Why was she smiling at him that way? He couldn't lift his arms, they were dead weight. His legs wouldn't respond either. "What....?" She seemed to know what was happening to him. Why did she just stand there? Why didn't she do something to help him? "Help.....me.." The words trailed off weakly. He could no longer hold up his head and his chin dropped onto his chest.

John could only see the girl's feet and hands as she cleared the glasses and the wine from the table. In a moment she was back again.

"Let me see if I can't make you a little more comfortable John, until the others arrive."

Others, what others, John wondered? He was unable to speak now.

Tina stacked a few cushions at the end of the couch and settled John back against them. She put his feet up. "Now, isn't that better?" She asked with mocking sweetness.

Tina let her true feelings show finally. "Who the hell do you think you are? I'm not some little plaything for you to toy with. You don't even ask, you just take." She composed herself. She was letting her anger get the better of her.

Settling down into the chair by the couch, facing the man, she continued. "You're not a very nice little man at all but you are going to have a very unique opportunity to redeem yourself Johnny." He stared back at her with dull eyes.

"I know that you can see me and am understanding everything I'm saying. You are about to undergo an amazing transformation." Now Tina was being very serious. "I told you before that I am an exporter. Well that's true, in a way. My clients are very discriminating people with unusual tastes."

She knelt on the floor right next to the couch. She wanted to be very sure that he could see her clearly. She wanted him to have no doubt that she was serious. "These customers of mine like effeminate young men who enjoy looking like and being treated like young ladies."

He wanted to yell at her, to hit her and get away from this place. There was no doubt in his mind that she was serious. She was crazy. As unbelievable as what she was saying was, he believed her. As hard as he tried, he couldn't even move a finger. He lay there thinking to himself that the drug would wear off and he would overpower her and escape.

He remembered the combination lock he had seen on the front door and the bars he had seen on the widows earlier. They would be a problem but when he got his hands around her throat she would reveal the combination. He would get away. Tonight or maybe in the morning, he would escape this mad house.

What he saw next made him sink deeper into the fear that was now overwhelming him.

Tina unfolded the cloth she had laid on the table earlier. She had loaded the syringe in the kitchen when she cleaned up the wine. "Don't be afraid Johnny. This is just another little dose of what you had in your wine before. This will just keep you relaxed through the night."

Tina unbuttoned his shirt sleeve and pulled his sleeve up to his slender biceps. She tied the large rubber band tightly around his upper arm. Finding a healthy vein, the tiny needle slipped almost painless into his arm.

John watched as the plunger emptied the clear fluid into him. His eyes began to water and a tear ran down his cheek. He would have wiped it away if he could have. As it was, the girl read his mind and did it for him.

"There's no reason to cry, Johnny. In a few weeks you may even thank us for the changes you are about to undergo. You're going to be our best work yet. I just know it. Most of our 'girls' leave us quite content with their new identities." Tina knew she was almost telling the truth. Most of their 'girls' were acclimated quite nicely. It was afterwards, when they reached their new homes, that they were not always so happy.

"I'll let you rest for about an hour now while I do a little work. Tomorrow's going to be a very busy day for all of us."

John heard her footsteps trail away. All he could do was lay there and wait for her to return. Escape, he thought to himself. Somehow he had to get away.

Tina settled down in the little study to review their plans for the young man.

Tina, three years ago, at the age of twenty three, got into the business by a fluke. She was attending a lavish formal party held by a client of her boss at the time. The client and Tina hit it off almost immediately and as the evening progressed they became friends. Mr Brevard was the man's name. He was escorted that evening by a tall slender woman. For some reason, something about her disturbed Tina and she resisted her curiosity as long as she could. When she got up the courage to ask her host about the woman late in the evening, she was shocked at his reply.

"So you've discovered my little secret. Carla is my transvestite lover."

After a long, calculating look at what Tina had thought was a woman she turned back to the man. "I knew something was wrong but I couldn't quite figure out what. Have the two of you been together long?" Tina was young but not naive. She knew that relationships like this existed and it was none of her business if people engaged in this sort of affair.

"No, only a few weeks, but Carla will be leaving soon for my estate in Brazil. I have a number of clients who enjoy the companionship of special people like Carla. It is unfortunate that there aren't more like him. There is a very lucrative market for bringing special people together in my homeland, there are many that would pay well for pretty young anglo men."

The idea intrigued Tina. She found herself, for days after, looking at young men on the streets, restaurants and in bars. She would assess what it would take to transform them into feminine young creatures.

Tina confided her experience at the party with a longtime friend, Connie. Together, just out of curiosity at first, they started to frequent establishments that catered to patrons with unusual lifestyles. It was on only a rare occasion when they saw a transvestite who Tina thought would please a man like Mr Brevard, with his discriminating taste.

Connie had the idea first. "We could do a better job making over the right person than most of these people do on themselves."

Tina was a little shocked by the statement but later that evening, back at her apartment, after she thought about it, she had to agree with Connie. "How could we get away with snatching someone off the street? Wouldn't they be missed? Even traced back to us?"

Connie had the answer. "Computer girl. If you pick the right person, someone with no close attachments, someone most people won't miss. The computer can make them disappear. I see people try to do it all the time in the insurance business but I'm usually able to track them down. I know the tricks."

Their conversation had been completely hypothetical to this point. Tina spoke to Mr Brevard the next day and they met for lunch. "You mentioned that your friends in Brazil would pay well for the right 'special person'. What kind of money are we talking about?"

He was thrilled at her interest. "Do you know where I might locate a young man who prefers to be treated as a woman? Who would relish the freedom to live and be loved in this way?"

"I have an idea Mr Brevard. Would the person have to be completely willing?"

He thought a moment, holding up his long stemmed wine glass and staring into it. When he spoke he continued to stare into the liquid. "He wouldn't have to be completely willing but he would have to be feminine, certainly."

"What might one of your friends be willing to pay for such a person?" Tina was getting excited but controlled herself outwardly.

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Mr Brevard was a businessman first of all and if there were profits to be made from such a venture, certainly he should share in them. "Perhaps fifty thousand dollars, perhaps more, depending on the quality of the merchandise."

Tina was astounded at the figure.

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