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Nite side 1
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NITESIDE Part 1
Night had always been Don's favorite time of the day. all of the
hectic events of the job were forgotten, and there was time to
unwind and enjoy life. For that reason he was somewhat protective
of his evenings. The bar scene was more of an intrusion on his
private life than an escape from reality.
This is what made this evening's events so unusual. All day long
Don had felt a restlessness as if something or someone was calling
to him. He couldn't put his finger on it but it seamed that this
feeling began right after an unusual business meeting that
afternoon.
A office supplies salesman named John Michelle, had met with him to
show some of the latest computer supplies on the market. In of
itself the meeting was not particularly eventful. However Don was
surprised that the salesman spent less time talking about his
products than about the local nightlife. When Don said he did not
get out much, he said it was hard to believe that because Don was
so attractive. At first Don thought the salesman might be gay, but
had that notion dispelled when John stated he was new in town and
asked if there were any bars in town where he might meet
"aggressive women".
Don was shocked at this inquiry. First he thought it extremely
inappropriate to ask such a thing in an initial sales call. But he
was unnerved for a deeper and very hidden reason. For years Don had
frequented the local B & D scene looking for something he couldn't
find in any of the usual relationships he had before.
The salesman was right, Don was attractive, athletic and clean cut.
But for some reason he had never found the type of relationship
that satisfied his needs. He had always wanted a woman to take
charge of their relationship. He enjoyed the passive role. However,
finding a woman willing to do this was extremely difficult.
In frustration Don had turned to frequenting B & D bars and clubs
to find a woman to control him. Again his efforts were met with
frustration. The dominants he met, and submitted to were mostly in
it for the money. To them it was another form of prostitution. When
he did encounter a dominant who really lived that life style, she
was invariably so cruel that the situation was too humiliating to
sustain for any period of time. Just recently Don decided it was a
waste of time, and had sworn off the bar scene.
So when John asked the question, Don was flooded with all of the
emotions he had recently suppressed.
Trying not to look to obvious Don said, " I have heard of a club
called the Rack that has a reputation along those lines."
John replied with a knowing look," How would you say it stacks up
against other bars like it in town."
Don then decided that this conversation was getting a little too
close to home and should be cut off. He said," I wouldn't know. Now
if you don't have anything else to show me, I have another
appointment waiting."
At that John smiled in an almost obscene manner. "As a matter of
fact," he said," I do happen to have a program here that I would
like to give to you as a token of my good intentions, and as the
first installment in a long and mutually beneficial relationship.
This is a new spreadsheet program that is generations ahead of
anything else on the market. This is for you only, because I save
this for my special clients. It is protected and can only be
installed on your PC. I would appreciate you only using it
yourself, so I can get your unbiased opinion of its capabilities.
Also here is my card if you need anything else. I know I will be
seeing you soon."
With that he said goodbye and left. Don thought to himself that was
one of the boldest and most unusual sales calls he had ever had.
Don became even more convinced when he looked at the business card.
The lettering had the look and feel of leather. It had the first
name in small letters and the last name in a flowing script in
capitals. (john MICHELLE)
Don didn't really have another appointment, so he decided to take
a look at the software. He installed it on his computer, and sure
enough it did have some kind of protection which rendered it unable
to be copied further. He started the program and was in for a
bigger surprise. It was titled "NITESIDE, the DOMINANT
spreadsheet". Getting over his initial shock Don played around with
the program and found it to be an extremely powerful and flexible
spreadsheet. He tried to view the program but found it to be
written in a fashion he had never seen before. When he finally
looked up he was surprised to see that it was 7 P.M.
He packed up and headed for home. But as the evening wore on the
feeling of longing got greater and greater. He went to bed early
hoping that sleep would provide some peace. He woke up and looked
at the clock; 4 A.M. Don decided that he might as well go to work,
he certainly couldn't sleep.
Upon reaching his office he found himself drawn to his PC. Almost
instinctively he brought up NITESIDE. He transferred all of his
files to it and began to work on some of his current projects. He
was continually amazed at how much easier it was to get his work
done that day. Furthermore his boss commented on the improvement in
the quality of his work. All that week he found himself using the
program for almost the whole day. Adding to this was the
continuation of the insomnia, and the habit of coming to work
early. Had Don noticed, he would have seen that he was spending
almost 18 hours a day in front of the computer and NITESIDE.
By the end of the week one thing that did become clear. Don
identified the source of the longing. His need to look for a
relationship with a dominant woman was reasserting itself, but it
was different. Instead of just wanting the submissive role, he felt
a new desire to be the woman in the relationship. In addition, he
kept having dreams about being sexually taken as a woman. These
dreams were unusually graphic with scenes of him servicing a
faceless man with both oral and anal sex.
He did not know how to reconcile these new feelings to his previous
desires. He knew he was submissive but never thought that meant he
was necessarily gay. Besides he was attracted to the look of a
dominant woman as much as to the attitude. The regal look of an
elegantly made up woman encased in skin smooth leather, showing
black stockings and spiked heels was his dream.
Finally at the end of the work week Don could no longer resist his
desires. He found himself in a haze as his feet led him to the
Rack. He went right to the bar, hoping that a drink would slow this
feeling down. He knocked down the first one and ordered another.
Feeling a little better, he relaxed and looked around as the crowd
filtered in. He saw many of the people he had seen before. The
hookers plied their trade on the hopeless submissives who begged to
be ground underfoot.
Just as Don thought that this was only going to be a reminder of
why he had stopped coming here, he saw HER.
Sitting at a table by herself was a vision. She had a mane of black
hair that framed the face of a goddess. Exotic eyes were
highlighted with shades of blue; high cheeks were shaded
dramatically; and full lips were as red as blood. She was dressed
in a black sheath made of what was obviously expensive sheepskin
leather. Slit to her thigh, it allowed her beautiful legs to be
displayed. They showed black nylons leaving a hint of smooth white
flesh at the top. Her feet were enclosed in black leather pumps, 6
inches high and shining like mirrors. Her arms were covered to the
shoulder in impossibly tight gloves made of the same material as
her dress. The gloves were unusual in that the only opening was at
the fingertips. Thrusting from these slits were red fingernails at
least 2 inches long. the amazing part about them is that they
looked real.
As Don watched this vision he was struck by the fact that this
Incredibly attractive woman was still alone. It was obviously her
choice. Time and time again she turned away potential worshippers.
Just as Don thought that she might be totally unapproachable, she
looked over at him and smiled. She lifted her hand, curled one
finger, and motioned him to come to her.
He felt himself lifted from his stool and floated across the floor
to her. He dropped to his knees in front of her. He did not
consciously speak but heard his voice say, " You called to me. I am
here"
She smiled and said," I knew you would come. I made sure you would
be here tonight"
Even in his daze Don was shocked by her statement. He gathered
himself and replied," How could you have known I would be here. I
have never seen you before. Do I know you from somewhere else?"
She smiled again and said, "Oh, but I have seen you before, and I
think I do know you very well."
She extended her hand and said," My card."
Don looked at the card. It had letters in a flowing script and a
leather-like print It said: MICHELLE johns. Don felt his palms get
wet and his head get light. He looked at this voluptuous and erotic
woman in shock. This must be some kind of game she was playing with
that salesman who had visited him during the week.
Don said, "Please forgive me but I still don't think that I have
met YOU before."
She gave a mock startled look and said, " I am hurt that you don't
remember me" She then lowered her frosted eyelids and her tongue
rolled across her pouting lips, " Of course now that we are on the
niteside I do look a little different."
Don began to get a little nervous and subsequently angry. He said,"
You're not trying to tell me that YOU might happen to be an office
supplies salesman, are you."
She gave him a mocking smile," My but you catch on fast. But the
program does enhance learning skills. Yes my new pet, I am john
Michelle on the dayside; and Michelle johns on the niteside.
Now Don got very nervous," That is the second time that you have
used the phrase "niteside", That wouldn't just be a coincidence
that I have been using a program with the same name"
"Good", she said, " You are learning. Do you like my present? It
was created just for you. Have you noticed how you gust couldn't
put it down? It kind of gets your attention doesn't it. Why do you
think you are here tonight? The program planted suggestions in your
mind to meet me here tonight."
She curled her lip and snapped," Down slave!"
Don involuntary dropped to his knees in front of this commanding
woman.
She smiled again, " See what else the program did for you. It made
you much more submissive than you ever have been before. More
importantly for our purpose tonight it has changed your attitudes
towards giving head and receiving a cock. You are going to be a
very good little girl some day."
Next: Submission and conversion.
continued:
Don looked at Michelle johns with an equal mix of desire and fear,"
What is in that Niteside software? Did it use subliminal messages
to make me come here?"
She reached out and lightly caressed his cheek with her leather
clad hand, "Please give more credit than that. Niteside does not
employ such primitive techniques. It gives your monitor the ability
to focus a special kind of radiation in a beam to selected portions
of your brain. It is very powerful but in a very tight beam at low
doses, so that there is no damage done. There are no suggestions
given, your brain is physically altered."
She held his face in her hands and said," You are very lucky. You
are going to become what you always wanted to be, the submissive in
a relationship. You have never found the woman you wanted. Silly
boy, or should I say girl, that is because she doesn't exist. You
will never find a a commanding woman to allow you to be submissive
without her becoming excessively cruel. I am giving you a better
way to become submissive. you are going to be a girl"
Don wanted to run away but found he could not move a muscle when
she held him. His voice shook, " This is a cruel alternative you
are giving me. My brain is being changed into that of a girl, but
my body is still that of a man. You are making my life more
miserable than ever."
She gave a little frown that frightened Don more than he had ever
been in his life, " Do you think I would have gone to all of this
trouble if I just intended to change your brain. I could have
mailed you Niteside and done that. The first time you looked at it,
it hooked you. You will continue to use it until it has completed
its transformation. You might have noticed that it has also helped
your work. Get it straight right now, I am helping you not hurting
you"
She stood up, rising to almost six feet tall on her 6 inch spikes.
Don felt himself drawn to his feet also.
Michelle smiled and said," As to your outward transformation, that
begins tonight. By the way this is the part of the process that I
enjoy the most. Come with me my pet."
With that she pulled him to her and pressed her lush lips to his.
Don felt the air being drawn out of him and his consciousness
slipping away.
He awoke on a huge bed in an elegantly decorated room. He felt the
silk sheets sliding on his nude body. Before he could rise he heard
a low, sultry voice.
" Time to get started little girl." Michelle said as she stepped
into the room. She had changed her clothes but the look was
similar. The dress was gone but what was left was as striking.
Her legs were encased in thigh high boots of skin smooth red
leather. Red nylons peeked above the boots and were attached to an
impossibly tight corset also in the same red leather. It covered
her torso from crotch to breasts. Her breasts were perfect globes
supported by the corset. She had replaced the black gloves with red
ones. They had that same fingertip openings so the dagger like
nails could show.
Her hair had changed from the previous black mane to long straight
auburn tresses that fell to her back and shone like ice. Remarkably
her hair looked as real now as it had before.
As excited as he was by this vision, Don noticed some things that
troubled him. The leather used in her clothes was unlike anything
he had ever seen. It fit her too perfectly. It was perfectly smooth
and soft. It did not wrinkle even when she moved ar bent over. For
all intents and purposes it acted as a second skin.
The other unusual feature of this goddess was her skin. It was
perfect. It was a soft shade of pink without a blemish or mark on
it. there was no hair to be seen on any of the skin he could see.
Then it struck him that this was what was unusual. He could not see
any hair follicles or large pores in her skin. It was perfectly
smooth.
She glides over to the bed and pulled back the sheets exposing his
erect cock. She licked her lips and said," I'm glad you like what
you see, Because you are going to see a lot more of it."
She climbed onto the bed and caressed his thigh, " Relax little
girl, Your mistress is going to run this show. You are finally with
the woman of your dreams. Lay back and be a submissive little
girl."
She began to kiss him in a way that he had never felt before. Her
lips were so smooth that they slid over his mouth face and neck.
She fondled his body , finding hat spots he had not previously
suspected were there. She reached down and ran her nails over his
cock. He could see the leather clad hand stroking his cock, but
could feel only smooth skin. Just as Don was about to erupt she sat
up, picking him up with little apparent effort.
"Now you are ready for the change to begin. This is where you start
the process of being a Niteside girl. And I get to enjoy the
pleasure of being one."
She reached down and unhooked the crotch panel on the corset. It
seemed to separate on its own. She smiled, slowly removing her hand
to reveal a large, erect and perfectly formed cock. Again Don was
startled, and not just by the fact that this goddess had a cock.
Her cock, like the rest of her was perfectly smooth. There was no
hair to be seen, no stubble, and no wrinkles. It was a smooth as
glass.
She whispered, " Do you like it. I know you do. After all I
programmed you to like it. Do you like its smoothness. That's so it
goes in easier. After all I don't ever want to hurt you. First you
are going to suck on my cock. Your loading dosage is in my cum.
There are genetically engineered hormones in my cum that will begin
the process of converting your body to match your mind. You are
going to be a girl inside and outside. Come and get your future
DAWN"
Don was a prisoner to the programming, or was it really his
desires. He had never sucked a cock before, but was being compelled
to do so. He reached over an touched her cock. It was smooth as
glass, but unlike glass it was soft skin. It was certainly not soft
underneath the skin. He felt himself pulled to the cock. It entered
his mouth and felt as natural there as did his tongue. He did not
stop taking it until it was down his throat, remarkably he found no
difficulty breathing around her tool. He laid back like a good
little girl and allowed Michelle to fuck his face. She moved slowly
and gently. After what seemed like an impossibly long time he felt
her erupt down his throat. Instantly he felt a glow envelop his
entire body.
"That's it Dawn. Take all of your medicine. Do you feel it taking
effect? Not just yet, but soon you will start to change. That is
part of the fun. You have to take the entire course of treatment,
and that means lot's more fun for both of us. Once you have sucked
enough of my cum, you will take on the appearance of a beautiful
girl. Then you will be ready for me to deflower your little bottom.
That will make the changes permanent. Sleep now, I'll see you
soon."
When Don awoke he shot up, looked around, and found himself in his
own bed. Did he just dream the events of the previous night or were
they real. He looked at his watch and was shocked to see that it
was early, Monday morning. How could he have slept through the
whole weekend? He knew he had been exhausted but this was
ridiculous. Fear gripped him and caused the hair on the back of his
neck to stand on end.
Don dressed himself and went to work. Just as been the case the
week before, his first action was to turn on his computer and bring
up Niteside. As usual he spent the day in front of the screen,
pumping out massive amounts of high quality work. But unlike the previous week,
the end of the day he suddenly had
an overriding urge to go home. He packed up his things and headed
for home. When he got there he was perplexed, because for the life
of him he couldn't put his finger on just why it was so important
for him to be a home. But he knew he was waiting for something.
He decided to make supper while he waited. As he set the table he
watched the sun go down. As the last rays of the sun dipped below
the horizon, Don felt a glow enclose his body. Suddenly his
memories rushed back to him. It was the same feeling he had
experiences when he swallowed Michelle's cum. The weekend had not
been a dream. When the feeling passed he looked up. Letting out a
sigh of relief, he realized he was still in his apartment. don
decided to continue with dinner, and started towards the
refrigerator and almost stumbled. His foot had come half way out of
his shoe.
He sat down, took off his shoes and looked down at his feet. They
were noticeably smaller! Don ran to the bedroom where there was a
full length dressing mirror. He stripped off his clothes and
looked. There in the mirror was someone between a boy and a girl.
He was a little shorter, his hair was a little longer, his hips
were a little wider, his breasts were swollen, and his nipples were
a little larger. In contrast to this more feminine image was the
fact that it seamed that his cock was a little larger. Or was it
just that this creature in the mirror was exciting to him.
Don reached up and felt his breast and got a bigger shock. His
entire body was hairless. As he felt his skin he had a ominous
feeling that he had felt skin like this before. It was perfectly
smooth. As close as he looked he could not see any marks, hair
follicles or pores. His skin was just like Michelle's.
His concentration was broken when the phone rang. With great fear,
but almost automatically he picked up the phone.
"Hello Dawn", said the sultry voice," This is Michelle. I want to
congratulate you on your first night as a Niteside girl."
Don spoke, but was shocked at his voice. It was softer and higher."
What have you done to me?"
"Silly girl," She said," The hormones in my cum that you so happily
sucked down are working. I told you all about them. I did forget to
tell you that being a Niteside girl is a literal definition. Enjoy
the changes. I'll see you this Friday night for your next dosage"
CLICK......
hung up the phone and laid back on the bed. The full impact of the
situation hit him. He was the mental prisoner to a dominant goddess
who was using advanced sciences to change him into a beautiful
girl. He was still confused as to how these hormones worked. Why
did they wait to kick in at night, and how could they cause such
extreme changes so quickly.
He got up and decided to continue with dinner. He remembered that
sometimes you could cope better with great stress if you continued
to perform routine functions. As he walked back to the kitchen he
noticed himself moving in a much more feminine fashion. He was
unconsciously taking smaller steps. His hips had a slight sway when
he moved, and he held his hands in a decidedly ladylike way. Even
when he sat he found his legs crossed petitely even before he could
think of doing it.
Was this the hormones taking effect, or was his mind actually being
changed into that of a woman by the Niteside program? Don found
himself thinking in less masculine terms, and getting closer and
more comfortable with feminine thoughts. The ones that still
disturbed him were his changing attitude about sex with men.
Somehow the thought of having sex with a man was no longer
repugnant. It was not as if he actually craved men. After all his
desires were currently focused entirely on Mistress Michelle. It
was just that every time he thought about sex it was as the
receiver of the act rather than as the initiator. From that it
didn't seem unnatural to want sex with men who would initiate sex.
Don went to sleep with and even greater conviction that the control
of his life was rapidly slipping away from him.
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