Behavioral Modification

What behavior would you change?

As a sophomore at university, it was strange to be paired with a freshman as a roommate but Mike and I got along well enough.  We were both heading into the psychology program and I got to help him out with all the classes as I was a year ahead of him.  In trade for helping him, I had Mike be my subject for my behavioral modification project.  It took all semester, but through small changes in Mike's daily life I ended up changing him from quite the slob to a neat freak.  

We decided to room together the next year and I agreed to help Mike with his own behavioral modification project.  Just like he had no idea what goal my project was, I didn't get to know his selected outcome.  I wanted him to succeed though so I didn't bat an eye when he had me use that cream to remove all my hair from my eyebrows down.   Maintaining it was easy enough after that.  The next week he said I'd have to go to a salon and get my hair styled.  I was a little shook when they added extensions and styled my hair in a very feminine way.  Going forward I could put my hair up in a masculine ponytail while outside of our dorm, but inside I had to wear it in what Mike called my 'Aria' style.  My femme style.  

It was easy to see what his goal was going to be at that point.  I didn't want to outright ruin his project, but I knew I'd only go so far and figured I'd let him go another few weeks without complaint.  But Mike must have been thinking ahead as the very next week during his inspection of my hair removal, he slipped the chastity cage onto me.  Oh how we argued, but at the end of the day he was right... if I wanted out of the locked cage, I'd need to follow along with what he said.  The next few months were, frankly, quite terrible.  Without a way out, and with both of us knowing his end goal, I had no choice but to follow along with Mike's weekly feminization escalation.  

The next week Mike took all of my clothes and locked them away.  He'd lay out a single shirt and pants combo for class, but when I returned home I had to remove those and put on my Aria clothes.  Panties, stockings, bra, skirt, blouse.  The next week we took care of my body shape as he put me into a corset.  I wore it all the time when not going to class.  I had to learn how to put on makeup.  I had to learn how to do my nails.  I had to learn how to walk in heels.  We worked on behaviors, with me kneeling in front of him, being silent unless spoken to, and accepting him putting me over his knee and spanking me for misbehaviors.  

It was the breast forms that pushed it over the edge.  By this time I had to admit I was under Mike's thumb and getting stuck into that mindset, so I didn't balk when he took me, dressed en-femme to the shop and had me fitted for expensive, realistic, breast forms.  When the sales lady had the right size, skin tone, and shape, Mike had them applied to my chest.  Only when we got home did he tell me they were using a long lasting surgical glue.  The breasts would stay on my chest for at least a couple weeks.  I'd no longer be able to 'act' like a man in class, so that Monday I started living as Aria full time. 

The guys in class ragged on me pretty hard, but by the end of the week it was like they'd forgotten I was a guy myself under all these pretty things.  They were hitting on me.  It took the girls in class to help me out, help me learn how to deal with the attention.  

For the last month of this project, Mike has gone completely sexualized with his additions to my behavior.  He picked Mary in class to help him, knowing damned well I had my eye on her as a potential girlfriend.  Now she'd never see me as boyfriend material and instead saw me as a little sister.  Someone to help get her own boyfriend.  I almost cried when she suggested I watch all those pornhub videos on how to suck cock.  I cried openly when Mike not only made me watch the videos, but made me do it with an anal plug and a ball gag forced inside of me.  

After class I now spent two hours bound and plugged in front of the TV, learning how to take care of 'my man'.  After my TV time Mike unbound me and had me cook and serve him dinner.  After I cleaned up and ate my own little salad, I then had to use the long, thick, realistically shaped and colored dildo to practice the methods I'd learned that day for another couple hours.   

And now here we are at Mike's final presentation.  He has me in front of the class, dressed in my best corset, my pearl necklace, my stockings and panties, and my ball gag.  He has a spreader cuffed to my legs to ensure I don't try to hide away my locked on cage, but even with my penis openly on display, no one in the class is seeing me as anything other than a subby sexy girl.  

Mary's here to help Mike.  She has her strap-on attached and she's supposed to demonstrate just how good at giving head I've gotten, but professor Star is saying for Mike's project to get the best grade possible, I'd have to demonstrate my abilities not on Mary's dildo, but a real man.  I can only sit here and cringe as the guys in class all clamor to try and be that demonstration model.  

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I wrote about using this image on tumblr in yesterday's post.  I should have known it was not going to pass their 'adult content' filter.  Anywho, at least I don't get to tease you with it and you can read what I wrote here.  I think it's fun!