I Became A Girl! But At What Cost?! [Part 2] [M-F 20’s] [Rape] [Gender Bender]

[Features: Gender bender, male to female, rape, blowjob, sex, unwanted pleasure.]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/WarixViviana/comments/x49tn1/i_became_a_girl_but_at_what_cost_part_1/)

Ughhh. I felt like I had been run over by a train. Parts of me I didn’t know I *had* felt sore. Wait, parts of me I definitely *didn’t* have were sore. I tried to sit up rapidly and take everything in and that was a mistake as I just crashed back down onto my bed, groaning. I had to think things through and take it slowly.

Last night’s events reappeared in my mind and my breath caught. Transgender, demon, woman. I didn’t know which part of that, of any that, I should address first. A small part of me, the part that desperately wanted to focus on anything else, thought about how ludicrous it was in movies. People would experience something crazy and then think it was a dream. Trying to reimagine my terror and adrenaline as a dream would be impossible.

I was feeling less groggy and what I was feeling instead caused my jaw to drop. I slowly sat up, my *long* hair falling over my shoulders. I looked down and saw *boobs.* I gulped. I just stared, until with a hand, a hand that looked smaller than what I remembered, I poked one of them, and felt a jolt through my body. I *felt* that.

The Adventures of Mad Bonney, Part I: The Stowaway [Bi, F21, F28, Rape discussed by characters, not depicted] [Historical Fiction/Pirates] [consensual]

AN: I did the first part as an answer to a prompt. Now I am writing a series of short stories following the evolution of these character’s sexual adventures. My partner, when I told him about the story, asked “Is it going to involve actual piracy at any point?” The answer is yes, but it’s more of a backdrop than a focus. If lesbian scenes aren’t to your tastes, just stick around for later parts. There will be MF, MFF, MM and MMFF. Something for everybody! 😅

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**Part I : The Stowaway**

The captain paced in the space of the cabin, eyeing the nibbled piece of hard tack on the table. She was waiting for the report on what was consuming their limited food supplies. Not ravenously, just the odd piece of tack here or there, perhaps a piece of dried fruit. Despite being a pirate, the captain loathed this sort of dishonesty. Pirates needed to work together. It just wasn’t done.

Soon the door to the cabin was shoved open, and the Master at Arms strode in, his brow furrowed deeply.

“We found the rat!” he muttered, staring down at his quarry.

I [F]23 am a prostitute. Ask me anything , no limits

I’ve been seeing a lot of strippers do AMAs on here, so I thought I’d create a burner account and do the same thing, mainly cause i am bored and enjoy getting some attention .. so ask me anything and I will answer :) . That way everyone can see my answers.

And about how I started, I was young but I wasn’t the most attractive girl , I never got attention from the boys around me cause I wasn’t the attractive girl boys my age want … so I was desperate lonely and craving attention

I made a Tinder .. The majority of likes I got from tinder was from old men or fat men or geeks … not men I wanted attention from so I would just chat when I’m bored but never met them until I got offered 500€ by an old man to come to his hotel .. I was in a period of desperation that I did it … the man was not attractive and had an average dick and the sex was more of him appreciating my young body and humping me while I sat there waiting for it to end to get my money. But I kept doing it with him cause I got paid everytime and that’s how I started .. my clientele is mainly old or unattractive men . Not rich ones but ones that can afford a prostitute for a night .. the men are not what I dream or wish . But the money helps me live and it became my place in the society.

That ti[m]e I got woken up by a gangbang…

So I got woken up by a gangbang one time.

This is a long story that features a strange contrast between romance and hardcore sex, so buckle up.

Where do I start, umm…

okay so things with my travel-fuckbuddy (the girl I met on the Amazon River, see my other stories) had been going sour for a while after we had met up again, had a lot of sex, and agreed that we could both fuck other people while we traveled together. We were both getting laid left and right but I was racking up higher numbers and she was getting a little irritated. Basically I can’t stand her bossiness and she kept asking me for more sex than I can and want to provide. Annoying. Plus, she kept doubting my actions. Why do you do this, why do you do that, why don’t you do Y like this…why don’t you shut the fuck up. It was starting to become clear that this wasn’t going to last much longer.

Sissy abduction, part 2: kidnapped and sold to a Mistress. [MTF20/F38/M24/M29][non-consent][femdom]

━ And now what? She has ordered us to present her with the new female slave tomorrow. How, for the love of god, you could not recognize a fucking tranny? Are you a fag yourself, or what?

I heard one of the men speaking angrily as the door to my cell opened. Two bald men with tattoos, in black clothes and leather heavy-boots, entered. They turned the bright light on, and I felt knives piercing my eyeballs. They both looked at me with disgust. Somehow it didn’t stop them from raping me for hours the day before.

━ Fuck! You stupid cunt, that twat is useless! ━ The man was visibly furious and lost it, shouting frantically. His voice filled me with fear. I heard his tone and I knew it won’t be okay. He’s going to hurt me. I felt unbearable pain. He kicked me in the stomach, in anger.

━ Stop it. You fucked him up enough. The whore is barely breathing and looks ugly as fuck with all the blood. If he’ll kick the bucket and start rotting here, we’re even more screwed, than we already are.

18+ My Girl Gift

One night after being out with some old friends and I’m not half way home and I stumble across an older couple, on or about the same age as my parents who were being robbed. Luckily the rubber didn’t see me, but the wife did and I used hand jestures to get her know that I was behind the robber and before he was aware of my presence, I use a quick karate chop to the side of his neck & shoulder and he just dropped like a ton of bricks. I quickly relieved him of his ‘weapon’ he dropped, a cheap ‘Saturday nite special’, old cheap chrome automatic pistol and the couple was so very thankful! I got some rope the husband had in trunk of his car to tie up the robber, probably some crack or meth fiend addict. They help me to drag him to some out of the way spot.

Post-Divorce Rebound 43 [M] 44 [F]

On the first Saturday that I was officially single, I hit up a popular pub. It was busy and I grabbed a seat at the bar. As I was enjoying my beer, a woman ponied up next to me to order a drink. I made a joke about her getting in my personal space. She leaned in a little closer and laughed harder than my joke warranted. She was cute and about 5′-4″ tall, thin, long blonde hair and blue eyes. I’m 5′-10″ 170 lbs, fit with salt/pepper hair. I’m slightly below average looking but handsome enough if you look the right way.

We bantered for 5-10 minutes, during which time I touched her a couple times on the arm and she reciprocated. I got her number when she left to rejoin her friends. We texted back and forth over the next week, but our schedules weren’t aligning so I gave it up. A week or so later she texted me out of the blue and asked if I was doing anything. I suggested dinner in town.

Crossdressing Flight Attendant [m21m55] [m21f22] [crossdressing] [oral] [foot massage] [pantyhose] [uniform]

I’m not a girl.
My name is Eric Redman and I’m 100% a guy through and through, which is why you might be surprised to learn that no one knows that. 
Have you ever seen those super androgynous people where you just can’t peg down what their true gender is? That’s me, and it’s been me my whole life. I’ve been mistaken for a girl so many times I can’t even keep count. Teachers, classmates, coworkers… one time a doctor even called me ‘she’ when I was getting some antibiotics even though my paperwork clearly said ‘male’. 
My parents were horrified at my gender ambiguousness, so much so that they tried everything to ‘right’ it, including buzzed hair, baggy clothing and all the contact sports they could fit me in. They even had my hormone levels checked out, which all turned out to be in order. 
When puberty finally came around handing out deep voices and muscles, it seemed to just pass me by. I grew for sure, but not much. I looked just as ambiguous as before. One thing it did gift me though was an insatiable sexual appetite that just wouldn’t leave me alone. There was hardly a day that passed by without at least one jerk-off session being performed. And the real kicker? I usually did it wearing my mom’s clothes. 
You see, I had developed a real interest in cross-dressing during my teenage years, partly because I could pull it off so well, but also because it turned me on so much. I thought I was Trans for a time, but no. This was definitely not a wrong body thing as I liked being a guy. I just… liked being a guy who pretended to be a girl more. 
My parents never knew. Seriously. They legitimately never found out that I would sneak into my mom’s drawers, put on her pantyhose and heels and masturbate like a madman. 
At 19 I moved out and never looked back. Now when I say that, I really do mean I never looked back; I’m 21 now and haven’t spoken to my parents in over two years. Or my friends, or anyone else I ever knew.
I started a whole new life in which everything about me was a lie. And you know what? I fucking love it. 

Critical Fail (or Success?), pt. 4 [Succubus][MFF][Extreme Insertion][All Characters 18+]

It all happened so fast, I hardly had time to cast two spells before the enemy swarmed us. Darkness consumed me, final thoughts swirling around my doomed paladin and fallen mechanical warrior.

Horrible nightmares taunted me. Demons emerging from impossibly dark shadows to rip flesh and limbs from my companions, their groans and screams echoing in my head. The protective insignia burned on my lower abdomen, each glancing blow from the vile aggressors intensifying the searing pain further. But I was protected. Tormented in my safety as I could do nothing but watch helplessly as every comrade I’d ever known was ripped to ribbons around me. The endless nightmare drew on and on, making me think I’d been killed and sent to the worst of hells.

I did wake up, _finally_. My head resting on the lap of someone stroking my hair. I could hear a pleasant song being hummed by my comforter, just over the sounds of moaning and pleasure echoing into our cave. I looked up, my eyes widening at the sight. Two large, pink breasts hung from the chest of the person toying with my hair. Muscled arms sprouted somewhere above, extending down to where I lay. Her legs flexed under me, shifting my whole body with her subtle movements. I looked down my nude form, to where I’d been hearing the other noises. My paladin, Eric, was surrounded by three bewitched women. Or, I _assume_ they’re bewitched, each woman completely naked and dripping with some strange pink fluid.

[TF/TG] The House of Lust

Damien is seduced and transformed by a demon from Hell. Now he must earn his soul back by working as a succubus at the House of Lust.

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In the stories they always talk about whiskey burning on the way down. What they fail to mention is that after two or three more shots your throat goes numb and you can drink the stuff like water. Which is exactly what Damien had discovered tonight, swallowing down his fourth shot in as many minutes while dejectedly staring at his phone. His inbox was still empty, weeks of passing out resumes and still not a single interview. At first, he’d been picky only applying for office and banking job but today he’d applied at three grocery stores for bagging positions. His bank account was steadily declining and at this rate he’d be out of money entirely by next week. Then he’d lose his shitty apartment when he couldn’t pay the rent and that was it. Seven days and he’d be homeless, though that window of time was rapidly closing with each purchase of whiskey, cheap and nasty as it was.