I had been in a car accident a year ago and the doctor had me see someone to talk to. The doctor was the typical overweight man, about six three bald with glasses. Every time I went to his office he was in shorts. I even joked about it but got no response. We always sat at the table in his office and after talking he would have me put my head down and he would talk to calm me. Soon he would say things and I would respond, like raise your hand, take a deep breath, stuff like that. After a year I would almost fall asleep as soon as my head was down resting on my arms as I sat in the chair.
One day when I arrived at his office everyone had left for the day. The place seemed so quiet and dark as the lights were turned off. We started to talk when he said tell me about your early sex life. It took me back but I figured it was supposed to do that to keep me off guard and tell him what he wanted to know. He moved quickly and asked me to tell him what jumps into my mind when he says the word cock.
“I picture a cock,” I told him honestly.
“Tell me what it looks like,” he asked.
“Well, it’s hard with a mushroom head and a slight vein on the side,” I described it.
“That’s very detailed; is that what yours looks like?”
“No,” I replied.
“I am reaching for the cock I guess.”
“Describe to me how it feels.”
“It’s hard and soft at the same time, like something inside of it is hard but the outside is soft.”
“And how does it smell?”
“Clean, like soap.”
“Kind of like rubber.”
“How does it feel to your tongue?”
“I can feel the mushroom head and when I go over it the cock moves.”
“Do you like it?”
“I want you to suck it like you want it to cum.”
“I am bobbing my head up and down, my saliva is making it all wet and I can feel it hitting the back of my throat now there is a slight taste of precum, I am sucking harder.”
“And what are you wearing?”
Another question to throw my off. But I imagine looking down.
“I am in a dress, blue and white checkered with white lace trim, white stockings and black shoes.”
“And do your stocking go all the way to your waste?”
“No, they’re knee highs.”
“Are your legs shaved?”
“Yes, smooth and soft.”
“Where is the cock?”
“I’m holding it with my hand, pumping it slowly as I look down at myself.”
“And what is the man saying whose cock is in your hand?”
“Suck it bitch!”
“Are you a bitch?”
I look down and see I have no underwear on.
“I am more a slut I think.”
“A slut, not a whore?”
“I don’t know.”
“Go back and start sucking his cock once again.”
“Describe what he looks like and what he is doing.”
“He has big muscular legs, his jeans are around his feet and he has his hands on the back of my head as I suck on his cock.”
“Is he making you take his cock deep?”
“Yes, but my hand is playing with his balls and I want his cum.”
“Okay, he is about to cum, tell me what’s happening.”
“He has pulled his cock out of my mouth and is jerking it hard in front of my face. He pulls my head back by my long hair, I have my mouth open but he is resting his cock on my upper lips and pushes his cock hard against my nose, then he shoots up my nose! ‘Whores need to smell their masters,’ he says. Snort it in bitch until you swallow it! I am snorting it, but it makes me cough. Now he makes me suck the last cum out of it.”
“Remember that smell, and what you are wearing and we will continue tomorrow.”
I lift my head, half tired, half horny.
“I think we made a breakthrough. I want you to go and buy yourself something you would normally never wear and wear it tomorrow.”
The next day I went shopping, looking for something to wear. I stared at women’s thongs for a very long time but I would never wear it. I went into an adult shop and bought a collar. It was leather and had a ‘D’ rind on it. I put it on and went to the doctors.
“Nice collar,” he said as I entered the room. “Was that your first thought?”
I froze for a moment then told him the truth, “No, I was looking at women’s thongs, but was embarrassed and bought the collar instead.”
“I believe you want to be submissive and serve a man. What do you think about that?”
“I don’t know, maybe.”
“I think we have to take this one step at a time. Tonight, I want you to shave your body of all the hair but what’s on your head, and buy the thong and wear it at home. If you feel comfortable enough, wear them here with the collar. Can you still smell the cum up your nose?”
I take a sniff.
“Yes, I can,” I say, surprised at myself.
“I also want you to think about what you told me; are you a slut or a whore or a man?”
I went home not sure what to say but I stopped by the adult shop and bought the thong. It was the one I wanted, red with lace and only string in the back. I went home and that night could not stop thinking about what the doctor asked – am I a slut or a whore? I closed my eyes and imagined sucking the man’s cock, I could taste and smell it, his hands on the back of my head, gently forcing me to suck his cock and all the time he kept saying ‘suck it cunt.’
The next day I got to the doctor’s office early and everyone was gone. The doctor came out and sat in the lobby with me after closing the office door and locking it.
“Do you have the thong on?” he asked.
I smiled and nodded. My cock was getting hard as I looked down I could see the doctor still in his shorts.
“So what are you? A slut, whore, or a man?”
I looked at the doctor straight in the eye. “Neither. I thought a lot about what the man called me. He called me Cunt, so I am a cunt willing to do whatever it takes to please that man.”
The doctor was speechless this time.
“So if you’re a cunt, what do I call you?”
“Whatever you want,” I said, not sure myself. “But I feel I am realizing that I am a cunt and I feel I want to be what I see myself as.”
“You want to be a girl?”
“I want to be whatever is required of me to be in order to serve.”
I glanced down at his shorts and could see the tip of his cock. My mouth began to water and for the first time I knew what I wanted. The doctor noticed what I was looking at and moved so his cock was not showing.
“Then you have to make the change and live with it. Go out and buy yourself clothing to suit your needs, and tomorrow we will meet back here.”
I felt the doctor was just brushing me off but in the end I knew he was right. I needed to make the change so I went out and bought all new clothing, from lingerie to dresses and a few toys as well, butt plugs and harnesses, nipple pumps and breast pumps. I went and had my hair done and looked even more like a chick then some I have known. I was ready to accept my new life.
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