Forced to switch

[A_Oberon (imported)]

I had/have a fantasy about being the victim of frame-up in a foreign country. The purpose of the canard was to have me plead guilty and receive a sentence of two years ‘community service’ on terms and conditions. One of the terms was that if I did not respect my community service duties and carry them out without objection or hesitation my sentence would revert to 8 years in a hell-hole labour camp. The charade has been orchestrated so perfectly that I had no idea which way was up and, taking the advice of my attorney, accepted the ‘deal’. I quickly learned that my ‘community service’ was to be served out as an inmate in the halls and rooms of a private mens bathhouse/cathouse (without genetic females). Under the threat that of 8 years in labour if I did not cooperate, I had no choice but to accede to being castrated and put on female hormones. For the first few months I was put to work giving men rub downs, fetching them towels, food and water, and other such menial tasks. As my body responded to the absence of androgens and the flood of estrogen and progesterone my breasts began growing larger and rounder, my nipples began changing shape, my hips became rounder and my waist narrowed, my buttocks became fuller and firmer. I was relieved on my duties in the main bathhall and taken into a maze of private rooms where clients of the bathhouse are given whatever they demand in complete privacy. I was instructed in the arts of cosmetics and provided with female scantiwear and other female clothes and directed to entertain when called on. As the many months passed and my sentence was coming to a close I reflected on my experience and condition. Outwardly I looked like a young woman with a pretty face, shoulder length hair, full breasts and curvy figure with stunning legs. Inwardly I was the product of having spent over a year in sexual service to men, being the complete whore , sexual servant, confidant, lover, whipping girl, whatever made them happy. I had forgotten anything else.

When the manager of the establishment asked if I would like to come back on a paying basis when my sentence ran out I accepted and have never looked back. I am now in my mid thirties, more feminine and attractive than ever, still with [the remaining part of] my male equipment. I live in a villa overlooking the Mediterranean where I am kept by a businessman I met while I was a working girl. I provide the pleasures he would not ask his wife to provide and he provides me with the material things that make my life as a sexual migrant worth living.

[kristoff]

Sounds like a hell of a story. Perhaps you'd care to write a more detailed and fleshed out version for the story archive? I'm sure it would be fascinating

[A_Oberon (imported)]

Maybe, but it sounds like work!

[bobov (imported)]

Still, a beautifully imagined tale.