A Tough Guy's New Life -- Extract

Wendy

Jerry the Tough Guy * Cybil Insists He Drink a Glass of Wine * Shocking Room at the Top of the Steps * Punishing the Naughty Little Boy * Cleaning up the Naughty Boy * Absorbing the Vibration of Ultra-Femininity * Sweet Adorable Pink Ruffled Panties * Little Girl Dress, Whore Makeup * What Really Turns on Cybil * Penetrating Her Tight Sissy Virgin Hole * Cybil's Sweet Baby Doll * Baby in Diapers * Wendy Learns to Love Her New Life

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He caught Cybil staring intently at him, studying him.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Sure. I mean, no. I mean, I don't know. What was in the glass of wine you gave me?"

"My own special formula. It's a designer drug. That's one of my hobbies. The one I gave to you is partly acid. It'll open you up to sensory experience, but without any intense hallucinations. I assume you've tripped before."

"Of course. But I don't need --"

"But isn't it nice?"

Jerry held his hand to his head as Cybil opened the door. He could barely see, but he could swear the door was opened by a combination lock, like a safe.

It swung open, and Cybil took his hand and pulled him inside. She slammed the door shut and gave the lock's dial a strong turn. Then she switched on track lighting that softly lit the room.

Jerry looked around the room, swaying on his feet.

He had to be hallucinating. First of all, it was much larger than he'd expected. It was more like several hotel suites than one simple, even though luxurious, bedroom.

But that wasn't the problem.

This room belonged to some little girl. At one end there was a big white canopied bed. A large dollhouse. A small desk and chair with a makeup mirror. A crib that looked large and strong enough to hold three or four adults.

The carpeting was thick, and a hot pink color. The walls were lined with shelves of dolls and stuffed animals.

And there was a large walk-in closet with many pastel colored pink, white, blue, green, yellow and lavender fancy little-girl gowns. Along with many thick, heavily starched petticoats.

And a large dresser full of drawers of little girl underwear -- ruffled panties, ruffled anklets and training bras.

What the hell was going on here? He wasn't no Chester the Molester. He didn't belong here.

The feeling to obey Cybil no matter what she wanted was almost overpowering, but not quite. Jerry built up all his resistance.

"You're crazy, bitch!" he shouted.

Cybil laughed. She stepped toward him confidently.

"I'm not here for no kid," Jerry said. "What's going on? I'm not like that. I want you."

"I know that. There's no little girl here -- yet!"

"Then what --"

Cybil reached down and with a gleeful smile grabbed the front of his shirt. Displaying a strength a woman her size shouldn't possess, she ripped it off him.

It happened so fast, and Jerry felt so high as well as drunk, that he didn't have time to react.

He was still too much in shock to protect himself when reached forward, grabbed his belt by each side of his buckle and pulled his pants down to his knees.

"Hey!"

But then she had his pants down his ankles and was pulling them forward. He fell back on his naked ass as she drew his pants off his feet. She grabbed his socks off too.