I Didn't Want This

Who didn't want this?

I think it’s time we stopped calling you Jacob, don’t you think?  Jacob was a coworker.  A colleague.  One of the many cube monkey’s working in my office.  A man who thought being my personal assistant would be the fast track to a good career, even after I warned him that spending so much time in my presence would be detrimental.   But the hiring manager agreed that me having a male assistant would be a good change after all my previous female assistants ended up in one sexual scandal or another.  What that manager didn’t know, what my previous assistants didn’t know, and what you didn’t know was that my will is not to be denied.  I don’t know where this power came from and frankly I don’t care.  All I know is that anybody close to me becomes my perfect sex starved blonde haired goddess.  I wonder… is there any of you left?  Are you inside that bimbo brain crying about your bad decision? No… that’s just to horrible to even consider.

You felt it that first day didn’t you?  Sitting out at my secretary’s desk, arranging your photos and logging into the computer. You felt it even then… a magnetism.  An attraction.  A desire.  You were so eager to come into my office and lend a hand, and so reluctant to leave when the work was finished.  That was just the beginning, wasn’t it dear?  I never told you to do any of this, you just knew.  Your body just knew.  You thought it was your will to let your hair grow out.  You thought it was your choice to shave your body smooth.  Every day you spent at my office must have been a dream…. Giving up your life to become my fantasy.  And every night you spent alone in your small apartment must have been a nightmare… wondering why you were acting so feminine.  So girly. 

I think it was the month long trip to Hong Kong that was your ultimate undoing.  I did try.  I told the CEO that I didn’t need administrative assistance for this trip.  When he forced the issue I told him that we wouldn’t need adjoining rooms.  But he insisted saying that I should have you available any time day or night.  You were so cute when you fell asleep on my shoulder during the 16 hour flight.  What did you dream of?  Did you dream of buying skirts and heels?  Did you dream of wearing sexy lingerie and makeup?  Or did you skip past that and dream of kneeling before me and wrapping your plump cock sucking lips around my hard rod?    

I guess it doesn’t matter as you accomplished all of that and so much more on that trip.  I’ll freely admit that I was nervous.  I really had no desire for a cross dressing man to be my lusting after me.  Thankfully for both of us your body changed physically as much as your mind changed psychologically.  Your new breasts filled out your bras beautifully.  Your legs looked so sexy in those stockings.   And your sexy new folds looked wonderful in your semi opaque panties. 

So no, I don’t think we can call you Jason any longer.   Jason died on that trip, and Jessica was born.  I guess we’ll have to get married now.  I could always have you fired and leave you onto your own life.  All of the other women slowly changed back to normal when out of my presence for a few months.  But that would be cruel to you.  Leaving you a man with the memories of being my wanton overly feminine sex slave?  No, I won’t do that.  I’ll make sure to be in your presence every day and never let you change back into that former man.  You’ll be my beautiful bride, my sexy girl, my horny seductress for the rest of your life. 

source:  fuskator

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I posted this story as I originally wrote it.  I'm not sure I liked it and eventually added the ephemeral thoughts that 'Jessica' is having while our man talks to her.  I think this is better, but wanted to get your opinion on both versions.  Since it's easier to read it without the thoughts first, I wnated that to be the first version you read... so here's what I think is the better version... lemme know what you think:

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I think it’s time we stopped calling you Jacob, don’t you think?  Jacob was a coworker.  A colleague.  One of the many cube monkey’s working in my office.  A man who thought being my personal assistant would be the fast track to a good career, even after I warned him that spending so much time in my presence would be detrimental.   But the hiring manager agreed that me having a male assistant would be a good change after all my previous female assistants ended up in one sexual scandal or another.  What that manager didn’t know, what my previous assistants didn’t know, and what you didn’t know was that my will is not to be denied.  I don’t know where this power came from and frankly I don’t care.  All I know is that anybody close to me becomes my perfect sex starved blonde haired goddess.  I wonder… is there any of you left?  Are you inside that bimbo brain crying about your bad decision? No… that’s just to horrible to even consider.

YES YES YES!! I’m in here!  Just let me have my life back!!

You felt it that first day didn’t you?  Sitting out at my secretary’s desk, arranging your photos and logging into the computer. You felt it even then… a magnetism.  An attraction.  A desire.  You were so eager to come into my office and lend a hand, and so reluctant to leave when the work was finished.  That was just the beginning, wasn’t it dear?  I never told you to do any of this, you just knew.  Your body just knew.  You thought it was your will to let your hair grow out.  You thought it was your choice to shave your body smooth.  Every day you spent at my office must have been a dream…. Giving up your life to become my fantasy.  And every night you spent alone in your small apartment must have been a nightmare… wondering why you were acting so feminine.  So girly. 

Those days were terrible.  Those nights were worse.  I tried to quit almost every morning but once I caught sight of you those thoughts flew away like confetti in the wind.

I think it was the month long trip to Hong Kong that was your ultimate undoing.  I did try.  I told the CEO that I didn’t need administrative assistance for this trip.  When he forced the issue I told him that we wouldn’t need adjoining rooms.  But he insisted saying that I should have you available any time day or night.  You were so cute when you fell asleep on my shoulder during the 16 hour flight.  What did you dream of?  Did you dream of buying skirts and heels?  Did you dream of wearing sexy lingerie and makeup?  Or did you skip past that and dream of kneeling before me and wrapping your plump cock sucking lips around my hard rod?    

*SOB*  I dreamt of lying below you as you plowed forever into my new tight pussy!  I dreamed of all manner of sexual positions.  You behind me doggy style.  Me riding your cock like a cowgirl.  You straddling my chest and feeding me your snake and coming all of my face.  Me bent over a desk, me under the desk.  Tied up to a bed, sitting on your lap while riding a train.  16 hours of you fucking me over and over and over.

I guess it doesn’t matter as you accomplished all of that and so much more on that trip.  I’ll freely admit that I was nervous.  I really had no desire for a cross dressing man to be my lusting after me.  Thankfully for both of us your body changed physically as much as your mind changed psychologically.  Your new breasts filled out your bras beautifully.  Your legs looked so sexy in those stockings.   And your sexy new folds looked wonderful in your semi opaque panties. 

I cried when my new breasts filled out that bra.  I wailed when your fingers slide so easily under those panties and so deeply inside of me.

So no, I don’t think we can call you Jason any longer.   Jason died on that trip, and Jessica was born.  I guess we’ll have to get married now.  I could always have you fired and leave you onto your own life.  All of the other women slowly changed back to normal when out of my presence for a few months.  But that would be cruel to you.  Leaving you a man with the memories of being my wanton overly feminine sex slave?  No, I won’t do that.  I’ll make sure to be in your presence every day and never let you change back into that former man.  You’ll be my beautiful bride, my sexy girl, my horny seductress for the rest of your life. 

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!