The Circle

The Circle by Angela J. "Politics" (Part I of III)

All is fair in politics, I thought. Sure it was a nasty thing to do, but I had no choice. Jack Brown was my worst enemy. Not because our political viewpoints were different, but because they were similar. We had similar beliefs and the voters had a hard time choosing between us. The Gubernatorial race was between three individuals, myself, Bob Edwards, and my two opponents Jack Brown and Bill Robinson. Because Jack and I shared similar views, the polls indicated that we would divide the liberal to moderate conservative voters between ourselves. Jack, a man in his forties would get the younger votes, while I, in early sixties, would get the older votes. While most of the population agreed with our views, not enough agreed to allow such a division. Unless one of us dropped out of the race, Bill Robinson would win the Louisiana Gubernatorial seat.

I asked Jack to withdraw from the race. It was reasonable since I was second in the polls and Jack was third. But Jack refused. I explained to Jack that due to my age, I was willing to promise not to run for a second term. If Jack were only willing to wait four years, the problem would be solved. But Jack would not listen.

I even explained to Jack the way politics is supposed to work. A person should pay his dues before expecting to get a good position. I worked in politics all my life. I first started out as a volunteer and worked up the ladder of political power and prestige. I worked on campaigns for various Democrats and became a legislative assistant for a Louisiana State Congressman. After building a support base and getting financial support, I ran and lost my first election for a school board seat. Two years after working the political scene some more, I ran again for the school board and finally won. After serving eight years with the board I ran for the U.S. House of Representatives. I was able to win that race. Ever since then I have been able to win successive elections for the house. My office space, like my committee appointments, at first, was not much, but soon got better. By the time I reached late fifties, I was able to get a seat in the prestigious ways and means committee and with it a nice big office space. I fought hard for everything I got. I was always campaigning and studying the issues. Getting out the vote was always on my mind. If fact I rarely went home before midnight. I paid my dues and deserved to be elected as the Governor.

In contrast, Jack had no prior political history. He was a self-proclaimed businessman who had done nothing but manage a business. He was running as an independent candidate but expressed moderate views just like myself. The only real difference between us was our age and experience. Jack, again and again, claimed that he would bring fresh new ideas to the table without really offering any. But his good looks and charms carried him a long way. The public seemed to like him.

"You must pay your dues," I stated. But again Jack would not listen. As a last effort, I offered Jack a Lieutenant Governor position but he still stubbornly refused. If Louisiana had a primary system or required a run off if no one got more than 50% of the votes, then I would not have this dilemma. Unfortunately the dilemma was very real.

I was frustrated and angry. Jack's stubbornness was going to allow Bill, the ultra conservative candidate, to win. In that moment of anger, my chief campaign strategist, Mike Mitchell, suggested his plans. We sat alone in my room.

"Bob, I know that you are against my idea, after all you are a nice guy," Mike said, "but at this time we either implement my plan or we lose the election."

"Look, Mike, I appreciate your attempts to help me, but--" I said, "but, I don't see how we are going to succeed by--"

"Success is guaranteed," Mike said, "It's simple really." "We will be playing to the public's worst fears about both candidates, and you will win the election hands down."

"But your plan is both immoral and illegal," I said, "I don't want to be a part of it."

"It's politics--" Mike said, "and I am not asking you to be part of it, just don't stop me."

"But making Jack appear to be gay?" I said, looking at the pictures in my hand, "when he is not--"

"Everyone will believe it." Mike said, "After all he meets the stereo type perfectly." "He is single, skinny, and dresses really well." "As far as we know he may be gay." "It may not be a lie but just an exposure." He smiled.

"We will be destroying a man's career." I said.

"Exactly," responded Mike. "Although he will gain some gay votes, allot of voters will leave his side." "Faced with a choice between you and Bill, they will vote for you." "The best part is by sending this threatening letter twenty four hours before publishing the picture, Bill will get blamed for playing dirty politics."

Mike handed me a letter with Bill's campaign team's letterhead. It threatened to give certain pictures to the media unless Jack withdrew from the race and endorsed Bill. Knowing Jack's stubbornness, he would not withdraw, instead he would publish that letter and attempt to discredit the pictures as nothing but fabricated political weapons. Some people would believe him but some people would not. Those who believed him would take out their anger on Bill. Bill, due to his ultra conservative leanings would publicly attack Jack for being gay. A fight would start between the two camps and I would walk out clean as the winner. I had to admit it was a good plan.

It was more than a good plan. The pictures looked real. If I did not know that Jack's features were super imposed onto another person's face and body, I would have believed that those pictures were real. The picture where Jack is apparently sucking a cock looked especially real. How did they do it? It was amazing what little computer imaging and graphics could do. There seem to be little limit to technological magic.

"Think about the people, Bob," Mike said sensing my reluctance to agree with his plans, "If you are not elected, the people would lose their opportunity to have a great leader." "The people need you." "Do it for the people."

Mike was right. If Jack had to be sacrificed for the good of all the people of Louisiana, then be it. The people needed someone like me. Bill would alienate more than halve of the citizens in this state and give a negative image to this state. The negative image will cause major industries to stay away from Louisiana. Our economy would suffer tremendously. Bill, as Governor, would be disastrous. As much as I hated playing dirty politics, I had to agree to Mike's plan. Or at least agree not to stop it.

"I am not telling you to do it," I said, "But if you think its necessary then it must be necessary and I won't stop it." "Of course, I do not know anything about it."

"Of course," Mike said smiling, "you have nothing to do with it."

I handed the pictures and the letter back to Mike. After he put the letter and the pictures in his brief case, he left my room. I knew that what I allowed Mike to do was wrong. But this was politics and I had to do it to win. Winning was everything. At my age losing an election would mean the end of my career. I was not ready to retire just yet.

"Honey, anything interesting in the mail," my wife, Nancy asked.

"No, nothing" I answered, as I hid the envelop in my jacket. I quickly walked past my wife and into our restroom. Once inside, I locked the doors. How could this be happening to me? Those pictures looked so real.

"Bob, are you alright?" Nancy asked. Her voice was coming from just outside the restroom.

Walking quickly past her and into the restroom must have aroused concern. I hoped that she was not suspicious and prayed that she was only concerned that I was feeling ill.

"I am alright honey, just a little ill that's all." I said attempting to cover up the real reason why I was in the restroom.

"Should I call the doctor," she asked.

"No," I said, "you know that a visit from a doctor so close to the election can hurt my standings."

"I know, but if you are ill?" she said.

"I will be alright," I said not believing my own words. I wasn't physically ill but my political life was in serious jeopardy.

One look at the picture, and I knew I was in serious trouble. The picture showed me in a dress, happily sucking a cock. I was disgusted by the image. "How could this happen?" I thought. Mike was supposed to send a picture of Bill sucking a cock to Bill. How did I get a picture like this sent to my house? My God, my wife could have seen this picture. It was fake. Even during my wild youth, I never engaged in any type of homosexual activities. But despite being fake, it looked so real that I would have had a hard time explaining it.

"Honey, do you want me to get some medication," she asked.

"No, I feel fine now," I answered quickly. I decided that I could not stay in the restroom much longer without raising my wife's concerns. I thought about hiding the picture and its envelope in my jacket again, but decided against it. From her voice, I could tell that my wife was near the restroom door. She was too close. It was possible that she may detect the picture in my coat if I attempted to leave with it. No, I had to hide it in the restroom. I looked in the restroom cabinet and saw a stack of unused towels. I grabbed the towel in the bottom and unfolded it. I put the picture and the envelope in the middle of the towel and carefully folded it. Once the folded towel was placed back to where it was originally, I closed the cabinet door silently. I then flushed the toilet for my wife's benefit. After checking the mirror and trying to look relaxed, I opened the restroom door and walked out of our restroom.

"You look terrible--" Nancy said.

"Thanks a lot," I said sarcastically and smiled in hopes of erasing the serious look on my wife's face.

"I think you better lie down," she said.

"No time," I said, "it's too close to the election," "I have to go back to the office and meet with Mike." Yes, I had to meet Mike. Only Mike had a devious mind enough to figure out a solution for this latest crisis. I needed Mike's help desperately.

I refused to listen to my wife's concerns and kissed her good bye. As soon as I was outside of our house, I called Mike and asked him to meet me at the office. I knew that Mike would understand the serious nature of the problem, when I told Mike that I could not talk about it on the phone. Mike immediately agreed to meet me.

Once I approached my office, I could see Mike's car in the parking lot. Good, Mike was already there. No other cars; it was late. It would mean that we would be alone to deal with this crisis. I parked my car next to Mike's and walked to the front door to the building and walked in. Once inside, I called Mike's name and looked for him.

"In here Bob, I am in your office." Mike's voice called out.

I headed straight to my office and found Mike sitting in my seat.

"Mike, we have a serious problem in our hands," I said.

"Tell me about it," Mike asked.

"I received a picture through the mail," I said, "Its--its a picture of me in a dress, giving a guy a blow job."

"You should be more careful with your private life," Mike said smiling.

"Damn it, Mike," I said, "It's serious." "The picture is fake but it looks real." "Just like the ones of Jack Brown."

"You mean these," I heard a voice from behind me.

I turned around to see Jack Brown and another man. Jack smiled at my look of surprise. He threw the pictures and the letter, that he was holding in his hands, at me.

The pictures and the letter hit me and fell to the floor. On the floor, I could see that they were the fake pictures of Jack engaged in sexual activities with another man and the threatening letter.

"How did you get in here," I asked.

"Bob," Jack said, "surprised to see me." He laughed. "You should never underestimate your opponents." "At first, I did not believe Mr. Mitchell, when he told me of your plans." "But when we found your finger prints on this letter and the pictures, well there was no question that you were at least in on the plan to spread lies about me."

I turned to face Mike, "Mike, you bastard, you," I turned around again, this time to face Jack, "Jack, you have got to listen to me--" I said, "I had nothing to do with the pictures or that letter."

"You forget, I heard you a few minutes ago, when you referred to my pictures." Jack said, "Besides finger prints don't lie."

"I knew about the pictures and the letter, but I told Mike not to use them." I said, "I thought it was wrong."

"More lies, Bob--" laughed Jack, "I think that a liar should be punished by a lie." "What do you think Bob?"

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

"You will see," Jack answered and said, "Mr. Foster," as he stepped aside.

The man standing behind Jack approached me. Mr. Foster was a big and muscular man. There was no way I could fight him, especially at my age. I had to act quickly if I wanted to get out of there. If I could take Mike's pictures with me then I could use them as insurance. I could make a deal with Jack so that neither my picture nor Jack's pictures would see the public light. I got on the floor and attempted to gather the pictures. But before I could do so, the big man grabbed me. Before I could react, he produced a handkerchief from his pocket and covered my mouth and nose with it. I could feel some type of wetness on the handkerchief. I struggled away from the big man, but due to dizziness I couldn't escape.

With my consciousness diminishing, I asked, "Why, Mike, why did you betray me?"

"Simple, Jack is a winner, you no longer are." Mike said, "I am always in the winning team."

"What did you get for betraying me," I asked.

"I got a membership to a very exclusive club," he said.

A membership to a club, that is all that it took to betray me. Hearing Mike's explanation made me very angry. I lunged for his neck intending to choke him. But due to the drug induced condition I missed Mike and fell to the floor. As laughter surrounded me, I passed out.

I woke up on a sofa in what appeared to be a small office. When I sat up, I faced a woman seated behind a desk with a computer. To the left of the sofa, was the door to this room. On the wall behind the woman, was drawing of a circle. Inside the circle were the words "CIR, inc."

"I am glad to see that you are up, Mr. Edwards," said the woman, "My name is Michelle Stubber and I am here to supervise your transition."

Michelle wore a business suit and skirt combination. She looked like thousands of other businesswomen and politicians that I met through out my years. But I knew that I did not know her. I was good with faces and names, an ability that's important in politics, and I did not recognize her. But I did recognize one thing. She had a little button above her right breast. The design on the button was similar to Jack Brown's tie clip. It had a drawing of a circle and in the middle was a number. Michelle had the number "9" inside her circle while Jack had a number "7" inside his circle.

"You won't get away with this." I said, "Kidnapping me was a big mistake." "I am a well known person and will definitely be missed." "You will be caught soon or later and then will face kidnapping charges."

Michelle laughed at my warnings.

"Look, tell Jack that its not too late." I said, "We can still work out a deal." "I won't tell the police about this kidnapping business, if you will let me go home and Jack will destroy the fake picture." "I may even appoint him Lieutenant Governor."

"No deal," Michelle said and then pushed a button on her computer. "You will soon learn that you have nothing to offer us and that your situation is hopeless."

The wall behind Michelle opened up to reveal a wide screen television. The sound was turned down, but I could see that a news reporter was standing in front of my office and talking to the camera. In the background, I could see a lot of activity. It looked like they were preparing for a press conference. Perhaps they already discovered the kidnapping and the reporters were trying to find out more about the situation. It was my hope that a search would be instituted and that I would be found soon. My hopes were crushed when Michelle turned up the sound.

"--conference was called by Mrs. Nancy Edwards, Congressman Bob Edwards' wife," the reporter said, "Apparently, she called the news conference to talk about a picture of her husband in a compromising position." "It was released earlier to the press and we have been attempting to get information on the picture ever since than." "Due to the graphic nature of the picture, we are not able to show it here." "All I can say at this time is that it shows Congressman Edwards in a dress engaged in sexual activity with another man." "The source of the picture is still--"

"Excuse me Peter," said the anchor, "it looks like the press conference is going to begin." "We will get back to you for more analysis."

As the anchor spoke, I saw my wife step in front of the microphones. Behind her stood the trader, Mike Mitchell. He was wearing a similar tie clip as Jack, except that the number inside his circle was two.

"What I have to say today hurts me tremendously," my wife said, "My husband, Bob Edwards and I have been living a lie for a long time." Nancy began to cry as she went on. "You see my husband always wanted to a woman, named Barbara".

I could not believe what my wife was saying. It was incredible. I sat numb with disbelief.

"I discovered his secret personality late in our marriage." "I should have ended our marriage then, but due to our political aspirations, I decided to help hide Bob's secret." "Ever since then, I lied to the public, friends, and family." "I probably would have continued the lie if it weren't for this blackmail letter from Jeff Stubber." "Despite the lies, I am still a proud woman and I was not going to let anyone blackmail me." "I decided to release the picture instead of paying Mr. Stubber or waiting for him to release it." "When I informed Bob regarding my decision, he decided to flee." "He told me that he could not bear the embarrassment that his secret would bring out." "Due to his decision to run away, I decided to file for a divorce." "As for the election, Bob's actions indicates to me that he is withdrawing." "Therefore I urge everyone to vote for Jack Brown." "I sincerely believe that he will make the best Governor for this state." "I have nothing further to say."

With that my wife stepped away from the microphones. The reporters kept asking her questions but she ignored them. The reporters then started to ask Mike questions.

Without answering the questions Mike made the following statement, "I am as shocked as all of you." "Bob was, scratch that, Bob is a good friend." "Bob, if you are listening, don't run away from this." "You still have friends here who are willing to work though your sexual problems, and help you." Mike closed his eyes and appeared to be holding back tears. "I just hope that you will find happiness in your new life." Mike also left the stage.

The camera went back to the reporter, Peter. "There you have it." "Bob Edwards has effectively withdrawn from the Governor's race due to his shameful revelations regarding some sexual--"

Michelle turned down the sound and then pushed a button on her computer. The television screen was once again hidden behind the wall.

"That's a recording of today's five o'clock news," Michelle said, "Your career is finished."

She was right. I may have had a chance to salvage my career if all I had to deal with was the picture. I could hire experts who would say that the picture was fake. I could have accused Jack of attempting frame me in a sex scandal. But because of my wife's press conference, there was nothing I could do or say to prove my innocence. She added collaboration to the picture. "How?" is all I could say at that moment.

"It was actually fairly simple," Michelle said, "we hired some special effects people and--"

"No, I mean how did you get my wife to say those things," I asked.

"Youth," I heard my wife's voice. She opened the door to the office room and walked in.

"They promised to give me eternal youth," she said. "Something you robbed from me by your silly ambitions and political drive." "I wasted too much of my time supporting you and waiting for you to succeed."

Not only had my chief advisor betrayed me but also had my wife. "What do you mean youth," I asked.

"They can make me young again," she said smiling. "All I have to do is deliver you to the circle."

"You stupid bitch; you did this to me so that you can get some cheap plastic--?" I asked as I attempted to approach my wife in order to confront her face to face.

As soon as I tried to reach for my wife, I felt a great pain through out my body. The pain forced me to the floor. All I could do was scream.

"You will never do that again," Nancy said. "The pain will continue until you acknowledge the fact that you will never attempt to hurt anyone again."

Somehow my wife was making me feel pain. "Please," I said trying to suppress the intense pain.

"Begging will do you no good," Nancy said, "Only obedience will stop the pain."

The pain was too intense. I had to follow her instructions. "Alright, you win, I won't ever attempt to hurt anyone again," I said.

"Good," she said. "As for your accusations, I was not promised plastic surgery." "No, the circle has allot better method of giving youth." "It's done through genetic manipulation." "I will not only look young, I will be young." she said.

"Enough chit chat," said Michelle, "Its time for the transitions." Michelle entered some code into the computer and the wall to the right of her opened up to reveal another room. "Follow me please," she said as she walked into the other room.

"You better do as she says for else--" Nancy said.

I began to fear for my life. It seems that they weren't happy with just winning the election. They had further plans for me. When I hesitated going into the other room, pain started to come back. Somehow disobedience was causing me pain. In order to avoid further pain, I quickly went into the other room.

The room had many computers and other strange looking gadgets. "This is a transition room." Michelle said, "Nancy if you will be kind enough to take off your clothing and step into the booth, then you will receive your reward." My wife obediently took off all her clothing, revealing an old wrinkled body. She stepped into a glass booth and closed its door. Michelle turned few switches. The machines started to hum and Nancy started to change. She became taller. Her wrinkled body became younger and younger. Her body and facial features also changed. She became rounder and softer. When the machine stopped humming, a beautiful young woman stood in the glass booth. She looked like an eighteen-year-old model. She opened the door and stepped out. I was shocked by the transition. It had to be fake. Even modern science could not change someone so dramatically. It was impossible. Yet I saw it happen. My wife changed from an old woman to this gorgeous creature.

"How do you like my new body," Nancy asked me showing off her tits.

The only response that I gave to Nancy's question was my hard-on.

"Look, how cute, your old dick wants me," she said pointing at my hard-on and laughing.

"Now its time for your transition, Mr. Edwards," Michelle said.

"What are you going to change me into," I asked, Pain started to flow through out my body.

"You are going to follow orders, instead of asking silly questions." Nancy said.

At first I tried to fight against the pain, but in the end I followed Michelle's and Nancy's instructions and took off my clothing and then walked into the glass booth. I hoped that they would change me into a younger version of myself but feared that they would change me into something completely different. I closed the glass door and closed my eyes.

At first, I felt a tingling sensation from my head to toe but nothing else. Then all of a sudden I felt dramatic changes. My hope seemed to be coming true because I felt my wrinkles disappear. But soon the process turned into a nightmare when I felt my body begin to shrink in size. I could feel myself becoming shorter and skinnier. I felt my hard-on diminish and became soft as well. Perhaps my fear of what was happening to my body caused me to lose my hard-on. Then I felt my penis shrink as well. I opened my eyes and saw that my feelings were correct. My penis was shrinking, as had the rest of my body. At that time my penis was no bigger than half the size of my little finger. I screamed and grabbed my penis in an attempt to stop it from shrinking any further. But soon there was nothing to grab. I closed my eyes once again. Soon I felt heaviness in my chest area and a hole between my legs. I opened my eyes again to confirm my worst fear. I was turning into a girl. I could already see little breasts and my pussy forming. The change continued and I saw my breasts and hips growing. I also saw the completion of my new pussy. The tingling sensation stopped. I became a girl. They not only robbed me of my career, but my manhood as well.

"Open the door and step outside," I heard Nancy say.

Not knowing what else to do, I stepped out of the transformation chamber. I was surprised to see how small I had become. Nancy and Michelle were both much taller than I was. My petite size made me feel delicate.

Nancy had dressed while I changed in the chamber. She was now wearing similar clothing as Michelle. Nancy also had a little button above her right breast. Inside her circle there was a number three.

"Where is your hard-on dear?" Nancy asked, "Don't you like my body anymore?"

Nancy's comments made me feel exposed and vulnerable. I quickly covered my naked body with my hands. One hand covered my pussy while the other covered my tits. I looked away from her in shame. It was all I could do to suppress my tears.

"Its time for the second phase of the transformation," said Michelle. "Follow me--"

Michelle left the transition room and went into the office. Nancy motioned for me to follow Michelle.

Destroying my career and manhood was apparently not enough for these monsters. They had some other evil plans for me. I was about to protest when pain flowed through out my body once again. Meekly I bowed my head and followed Michelle into the office, attempting to hide my naked form. Nancy followed us in.

Once in the office, Michelle pushed some more keys on her computer and the entrance to her right disappeared and a new entrance, this time to her left opened up.

"This way," Michelle pointed towards the entrance.

I once again meekly obeyed her wishes fearing what awaited me inside.

The room to the left had more computers and other various machinery that I did not recognize. In the middle of the room there was a large chair, similar to those found in dentist's offices. Immediately in front of that chair there were four television screens.

"Please sit over there," Michelle said as she pointed towards the chair.

Something deep inside me told me that this chair was more dangerous than the transformation booth. I was afraid and thought of any ways to escape. My wife sensed my hesitation, and soon I felt pain. Unable to resist, I sat on the chair.

Once I was seated, Michelle punched some instructions into the computer. Soon I found myself strapped down to the seat. My head was also made immobile by restraints so that I could not help but see the screens in front of me. Michelle quickly moved to me and connected several wires and tubes to my head and the rest of my body. After she checked to make sure that the wires and tubes were properly connected, she put earphones on my ears.

"Oh my God!!!!" I thought. I feared that they were going to brainwash me.

"You are now ready for the second phase--" Michelle said as she turned on the various equipments in the room.

All of a sudden, the four screens began to display images.

The screen to my far left, which was labeled as number 1, displayed various charts that seemed to monitor my feelings. The screen alternatively would show different charts labeled with various phrases. One chart indicated my fear level, which was very high. The second chart showed my arousal level, which was very low. The next charts showed my happiness, sadness, anger, love, anxiety, sanity, hate and hunger levels. The hate, sadness, anger, anxiety charts were all very high, while my love, and happiness charts were low. The sanity and hunger charts were near the mark labeled normal.

The screen next to the screen number 1 displayed a beautiful beach as the sun was setting. This screen, which was labeled number 2, was probably there to influence how I felt. I guessed that the soft music I was hearing was supposed to go with this screen.

The other screen in the middle, labeled number 3, showed images of the girl version of myself smiling and playing with various dolls. This screen was probably what I was supposed to be reacting to.

The screen to my far right, labeled number 4, displayed what I was seeing. No, it was displaying what I was thinking about. When I stopped thinking about the screens in front of me and instead thought of what I would do if I had an opportunity to get revenge against my wife and Mike, images of my male version choking them appeared on the far right screen. I could see that as I thought about revenge my happiness, hate and my anger chart rose slightly while my sadness chart lowered slightly.

I began to feel pain as my thoughts focused on revenge. The second screen changed from the ocean to images of big men beating me up.

A calm soft voice began to speak. With the music in the background I could barely hear what it was saying. "Relax, you are among friends--" the voice said over and over again.

I knew that this was an attempt to brainwash me but that knowledge seemed to have little effect on how I felt. I began to relax and my thoughts returned to this room and what was happening. As soon as my thoughts moved away from revenge, my pain went away and the second screen began to show images of the ocean again. My anger and sadness level stayed in the slightly diminished level. My anxiety and fear level also lowered slightly.

"You love to play with dolls." The voice said over and over again. The third screen changed from ocean to little girls smiling.

My thoughts reacted to the soft voice by focusing on the third screen, which continued to show an image of me playing with dolls. The fourth screen changed to mirror the image in the third screen. All of a sudden I felt happy and saw that my happiness level increased slightly. This happiness was probably drug induced but this knowledge had little effect on how I felt. My negative emotions dropped.

When my thoughts went away from me playing with dolls, I felt less happy. Sometimes depending on my thoughts, I either felt nausea or pain. I learned to keep thinking about playing with dolls.

I watched my female self playing with dolls in screen number three and four and in my mind. After a while, the second screen also changed from ocean to me playing with dolls. Although the voice became softer, I could still hear it say, "You are a girl named Hillary." "Hillary, you love to play with dolls."

After what seemed like many hours of constantly seeing myself playing with dolls, I fell asleep. But even asleep, I continued to dream about playing with dolls. When I awoke, the images were still in front of me.

All of a sudden, the third screen changed. Instead of me playing with dolls, it alternated from images of several feminine items. As each item came on the screen, the voice said that I loved wearing the items. When a skirt, a dress, high heeled shoes, bras, panties, lingerie, lip stick, and so forth was displayed on the screen, I was told that loved to wear those items. When I started to think about the various items the fourth screen became identical to the third. As the drugs made me associate happiness with the various feminine items the second screen also matched the third and fourth screen. I actually began to daydream of wearing the various feminine items.

This continued for a long time and then the third screen changed again. This time it showed an image of my female-self doing various feminine activities with very feminine gestures. I was repeatedly told that I liked doing the various activities that were shown on the third screen. As my thoughts began to focus on these activities the fourth screen matched the third. As happiness was associated with the feminine activities and gestures, the second screen also became identical to the third and fourth screen. I actually wanted to do those girlish activities.

During this process I thought for a slight second that I was going insane. After all a normal male does not enjoy the prospect of doing feminine activities. I had to admit that my situation was so bad that I initially thought that going insane seemed like an escape. But these thoughts were short lived. As soon as I had these thoughts the second screen changed to show me frightening pictures of the insane asylum. In addition, the first screen clearly indicated that my sanity level was normal. Also, thoughts regarding insanity made me feel great anxiety and fear. I promptly began to think about the feminine activities and found great pleasures in them.

The third screen changed again. This time it showed my female-self being kissed by a man. The second screen continued to show the feminine activities. I knew that they were trying to associate the image of being kissed by a man to something I liked. I was not going to give in this time. All my negative emotions increased tremendously.

Images of me being disgusted and punching the man appeared in the fourth screen. The second screen changed from the image of me doing feminine items to me being yelled at and feeling ashamed.

"Hillary you love being kissed by a man," repeated the voice over and over again.

When I refused to give in, I started to feel pain through out my body.

The pain became so intense I almost gave in. I had to think of a new way to fight this. My thoughts and the fourth screen changed. Instead of on image of me being disgusted and punching this man, I began to think about kissing a girl. The fourth screen showed my male version kissing a girl. Although the pain went away it was replaced with great nausea. The second screen also changed from me being yelled at and feeling shame to worms and maggots. I felt like throwing up. It was strange but the images and possibly some type of drugs that I was being fed through some of the tubes made me actually find the idea of kissing a girl disgusting. My thoughts changed to match the third screen. As I thought about being kissed by a man my happiness rose almost to the top, and my negative emotions greatly decreased. I was actually happy to be kissed by a man.

Soon the second screen also matched the image on the third screen. As the images of the man kissing me continued, I began to feel slight stimulation through out my body but centered on my pussy and breasts. The sensation felt good. The first screen showed that my arousal level was slightly increasing. I was turned on by the thought of being kissed by a man.

After showing this image for what seemed like several hours, the image on the third screen changed again to show my male-self kissing a girl. My thoughts and the fourth screen quickly matched the third screen. Once again the second screen showed me maggots and worms and I felt nausea. I did not want to think about kissing a girl anymore, I thought about being kissed by a man. Immediately the images showed me what I wanted, a man kissing the feminine me. I felt happy and aroused again. After a while the second screen changed back to show the male version of myself kissing a girl again. This time, I did not change my thoughts and continued to think about being kissed by a man. I was happy.

The image on the third screen changed again this time to show my female-self doing feminine activities while wearing various feminine items. When my thoughts matched the third screen I stopped getting the sexual stimulus but my happiness level was still up. After a while, the third screen showed my male-self doing several male activities while wearing male items. When my thoughts matched the third screen, my happiness level dropped. I quickly started to think about being kissed by a man. Happiness and arousal returned. I wanted happiness.

After several more times of switching the third screen between male activities to female activities, I soon learned to stop thinking of myself doing male activities. Even when the third screen showed me male activities, I continued to think about doing feminine activities. I especially liked the thought of being kissed by a man.

After a while the third screen showed different man kissing me. My thoughts and the fourth screen matched the images on the third screen. Although I was happy and aroused at being kissed by all of them, I felt different levels of arousal and happiness. Soon I learned which men I loved to kiss more. I began to think about kissing the men that I liked best almost exclusively.

All of a sudden it showed me images of people I knew. Michelle Stubber's images was displayed in the third screen. All my negative emotions increased especially anger and hate levels. The voice told me again and again: "Relax Hillary, Michelle Stubber is your friend." My thoughts and fourth screen showed me hitting Michelle Stubber. The second screen showed me getting hit by several large men and great pain flowed through my body. I couldn't take it any more and attempted to relax and think of Michelle Stubber as my friend. The second screen was replaced with images of me doing feminine things while wearing various feminine items. My negative emotions slowly decreased and my happiness began to return. After a while I sincerely believed that Michelle Stubber was my friend despite knowing what she did to me.

This process was repeated with images of Mike Mitchell, my wife (both new and old versions) and Jack Brown. However when the images of Jack Brown was showed to me, it was different. The voice repeated over and over again: "Hillary, you love Jack Brown." As I saw his image on the third screen, images of the most handsome men kissing me appeared on the second screen. I felt happiness and slight arousal. As the voice repeated that I loved Jack Brown, the third screen began to show Jack Brown kissing me. When the image of Jack Brown kissing me first appeared I felt an electric shock. This shock was very pleasant. I could feel my nipples harden and pussy getting wet. The idea of Jack Brown kissing me turned me on more than the idea of any other men kissing me.

Once I began to dream about being kissed by Jack Brown, the third screen changed once more. This time it showed naked pictures of men. I knew that they were trying to make me aroused by naked men and I attempted a rebel. But nausea was the only result when I started to daydream about naked women. Soon images of naked men danced in my mind. Although I was happy and aroused by all the men, I was aroused and happy at different lever. I found that I preferred looking at naked images of Jack Brown.

After lusting after Jack Brown for a while, the third screen changed again. The naked pictures were zoomed in to the crotch area. All I could see now was the cock and balls of various men. "Hillary, you love cocks" said the voice again and again. When I stopped fighting this idea, my happiness and arousal level increased once again. In addition I noticed that different cocks made me more aroused and happy. I was soon able to tell them apart with expertise.

After I lusted after cocks for several days, the image on the third screen showed me sucking cocks. The voice said, "Hillary, you love to suck cocks." I attempted to fight this idea by not thinking about anything. But this strategy did not work, despite myself; I began to think about sucking various cocks. I never felt so happy and aroused in my life. When I learned which cock I liked the best, I began to dream about sucking it.

I was awakened from my daydreams by the third screen being lifted away from my direct line of sight. From the bottom of the screen opened up three holes. From each hole appeared a life like dildo. The dildos were lowered so that they were close to my mouth. I heard a click sound and felt my head being released from the restraint. Through out this process the voice kept repeating that I loved to suck cocks.

I looked away from the dildos but I was betrayed by my thoughts. The fourth screen continued to show me sucking on a cock. My mouth began to water with anticipation. The first screen indicated that I was highly aroused and that my hunger level was high. I faced the dildos once again. A small part of me still wanted to not suck them but that part of it was weakening by the minute. As my eyes looked at the fake cocks, I knew instantly, which one I wanted to suck. The one in the middle looked exactly like my favorite cock. Despite my best efforts, I could not fight my urgent desire to suck on the dildo. I closed my eyes and slowly moved my lips closer to the middle dildo. When my lips touched, I felt instant increase in happiness and arousal. I began to suck it like a hungry slut. I felt the stimulus on my pussy and breasts increase as I continued to suck the cock. When I tried different techniques, like licking the upper part of the cock, I felt more arousal. However when I lightly bit down on the dildo, I felt less happy. Soon I learned exactly what the dildo wanted from me. And I was happy to give it what it wanted. As I continued sucking on the dildo, the voice repeated over and over again "Hillary, you love to swallow." After a while the dildo shot hot salty liquid into my mouth. As I swallowed the liquid, I experienced a very powerful orgasm.

The dildo became smaller but the voice kept repeating "You love to suck cocks". I wanted to suck the dildo some more, so I continued sucking. The dildo became big again and filled my mouth completely. Once again I experienced orgasm when it came. This process repeated again and again.

While this process continued, the voice repeated the phrase "Hillary, you love to get fucked." I felt a dildo coming out of my chair and felt it enter my pussy. In my state of high arousal, I could not fight it. I just spread my legs as wide and possible and let it fuck me. I soon learned to enjoy being fucked as much as I liked sucking on the dildo. After I orgasmed several more times, I passed out from exhaustion.

I woke up on a large bed in what looked like my bedroom. I saw that I was wearing a see through red nightgown. It was beautiful. A part of me wanted to tear the nightgown from my body but that part of me was weak. The other part of me loved wearing the feminine gown.

As I was contemplating the transformation that has occurred to my body and mind, the door to the bedroom opened. Jack Brown and my former wife, Nancy walked into my room.

As soon as I saw Jack Brown I felt happy and horny. I wanted this man in the worst way.

"I am glad to see that you are up, Hillary." Jack said.

I must have looked puzzled.

"That's your name," said Nancy.

"You must be curious as to what we have planned for you," said Jack. "It's simple really." "Since you were trying to make me into a cock sucker, we decided to make you into one." With that statement he opened his zipper and took out his hardening cock.

My mouth began to water and my heart beat faster with anticipation. But even with the intense desires that I felt I hesitated.

"I saw you suck on those dildos like a pro so don't act all shy now," said Nancy. "Besides don't you want to drink sperm from the real thing instead of that dildo?" "Don't look so surprised." "You knew that the liquid that came out of that dildo was Jack's sperm."

I was shocked and wanted to protest but I started to fill pain. The pain kept growing. They wanted obedience. As I got of the bed and moved closer to Jack, the pain went away.

I got on my knees directly in front of Jack. Soon my lips were very close to his cock.

"Kiss it darling," said my former wife, "We know you want to suck the Governor's cock."

I closed my eyes and kissed the cock, I felt aroused and happy. I let it go into my mouth and proceeded to suck on it. As I sucked on it, I remembered how I pleased the dildo and began to use the same techniques. As I began to lick and suck Jack's cock, Nancy began to tell me their plans.

"Governor Brown won hands down." Nancy stated, "Of course it was easy with no real opponents." "You dropped out of the race in shame and disappeared." "Bill Robinson died of a heart attack."

It was difficult to concentrate on what Nancy was saying, I was just too occupied with sucking Jack's cock. However I knew that what she was saying was important so I tried my best to pay attention.

"But the circle has bigger plans for Governor Brown." Nancy continued, "We believe that he is a perfect candidate for the next presidential election." "Well perfect, except for one little thing." "He is single." "Every president was married and we believe that having a charming wife is essential." "We needed a girl who had political skills and knowledge but at the same time believed in traditional gender roles." "Since you had the political skills, we decided to make you into that girl." "We made you into the girl of Jack's dreams and a girl that the whole country will fall in love with." "You are perfect for the role of a politician's wife."

As I was listening to Nancy's comments, I could sense that Jack's cock was close to cumming.

"We needed to make sure that you would be loyal to Jack so we made you fall in love and lust with him," said Nancy. "Now he is the man of your desires." "In other words you are perfect for each other." Jack's cock ejaculated into my mouth and I swallowed every drop. As I swallowed I orgasmed as well. Before his cock could go limp I continued to suck on it.

Jack removed my panties.

"You will soon get married to Jack Brown in a highly publicized wedding," said Nancy.

To my great disappointment Jack removed his cock from my mouth. But soon I was happy again because Jack started to fuck me.

"We believe that this will give Jack a needed national exposure." Nancy said, "Think you will be the governor's wife and possibly the next first lady."

"Fuck me harder--" I yelled not caring whether Nancy was there to listen and not caring anymore what else she had to say." Nancy continued to talk but I tuned her out. I was too interested in getting fucked by Jack to care about silly things like the presidency. All I wanted was to be fucked by this man forever.

Author's Notes

Although this particular story is finished, I plan to continue writing about the secret organization known as the Circle. Each story in this series will have a transgender story line and will reveal more about the Circle's conspiracies.

If you have any comments regarding this story or any other story that I have authored please e-mail me at angj@flash.net