Chapter #5for months and months by: milida   She smiled back "Oh for months and months at least"
You jaw drops open and you gulp before responding "Months, but how the last thing I remember was having tea with the whip Mistress?"
You were terribly confused so shook your head to clear it. As you did so your rather long hair covered your face. You gasp and shudder seeing that your hair was now as long as theirs! You then gingerly lifted your hands to push it off your face and as you did you saw your long scarlet fingernails. They obviously very much now looked like a girl's, in fact you gasped, they were a girl's hands and they were yours!
Badijah then made a mock pout and sighed "Looks like your now aware of everything aren't?"
You give her a confused look and nod your head.
She laughs "Hmm, that's too bad. I think I preferred you as a sweet bimbo. I mean, when you was mindless, I'd
ask you to do something for me, anything, and then you'd do it, for hours if I didn't tell you to stop. I mean, anything! It was so delicious!" She wriggled in her seat, remembering the power she once had over you.
Mahasan shot a look at Badijah "I'm sure whatever anyone asks, she'll still be as good at it as she ever was," she continued. "Everyone loves her. Johns and Janes, both kinds of clients, because she's so happy to swing either way"
You shudder on hearing that horrified of what you might have been doing over those last few months, so far none of it was coming back. Mahasan then looked down at you and patted your shoulder reassuringly. Your naked shoulder, like theirs, your bra strap tugging on it, like theirs, supporting heavy boobs like theirs. You gulped no longer able to defy you were just one of the girls. None of them seemed to doubt it. Yet even if you were this Jadwa they were talking about, you still recalled none of it.
You looked below your large breasts at the panties you were wearing and sighed when you saw no tell tale bulge, you were just as smooth down their as the other girls. You were tempted to touch, but felt it wasn't appropriate in such a public area.
You then pondered their comments it sounded like you were all sex workers and this a brothel, but clearly it wasn't the bold and brassy where you had had your cup of tea, you knew that brothel like the back of your hand, this room also seemed far to modern for any of the brothels you had frequented in the SIM. It was all rather confusing and why couldn't you remember anything about these last few months? Even more worrying you were way past your normal game exit time.
She grinned to herself, as if recalling something, then Mahasan added "So Jadwa, I know this must be very confusing for you. I suggest you just finish your breakfast and after that I'll take you in to see the owner of this place, she is the right person to explain everything that's been happening to you and more importantly what's in store for you. She is a kind lady and I'm sure she will answer all your questions. When you eventually see yourself in a mirror I would imagine you'll have a question or two you'll want to ask her."
She glanced away mischievously, stifling a smile, then back at you "I'm Mahasan by the way and I'm the head whore here. The Mistress likes to call us all 'Personal Service Consultants,' PSC's, that's pronounced 'pussies' by the way. As I suspect you have already worked out, all of us here are whores"
"I'm terribly sorry," you started to say "Although I appreciate what you're ... " and you stopped short. Your delicate and feminine hands then flew to your mouth. Was that now your voice, a high, squeezed, little girl falsetto? The gasped out "I've ... oh, my voice is so different!"
She looked rather amused by your question "Is it really? It sounds the same to me, same as it has been for months, in fact as long as I can recall. Really cute, sweetie. I guess you've been so zonked coming back you haven't listened to yourself. A sweet bimbo sound was what was your sponsor wanted I gather, so that's what you've got. Men just love to fuck big girls who sound like little girls. Your voice is perfect for your role, simple, sweet, clear and innocent!"
"You changed my voice?" The answer was obvious in the high pitched squeal with which your question ended. Sadly you now sounded like an excited six year old asking for a cookie.
"Not me, honey, it was the witchie people that did it. It was one of your many little enhancements. Really, it was a favour to you after everything else they'd already done! Imagine a sweet young doll face like yours who still sounded like a soldier gargling gravel. You'd be a freak! But now your voice matches your face perfectly, it's just darling, the voice of a child who hopes some day she'll grow up to be a big girl and then discovers she already has!"
You were still thinking slowly, but you guessed that this whore house was probably a high class bordello offering special services to both men and women, no doubt for high class fees. You also guessed that one special service was feminizing men and making them into whores. You obviously were not the first victim. You had heard of at least one other but pondered how many had gone done this rabbit hole before you. Clearly you had been physically altered, then conditioned, made into a whore in body and soul over a considerable period of time. Unawares, you had been trained to give pleasure as a woman and even more disturbing, from the girls comments you had apparently been very good at it. It would appear you had been blissfully fucking and sucking a lot of people of both sexes, and they you and yet you still had no memory of any of it. Even more disturbing, you didn't even know how you felt about it all. The old you would have been horrified and hysterical by now.
You then wriggled your bottom experimentally. It was much larger than you remembered, plump and feminine and as you did that you couldn't help notice your pussy and blushed then pondered some obvious questions why you? How come? Arranged how? By whom? Whorehouses provide all kinds of sex-related services for money, but always for money up front. Whoever arranged these alterations of your body and mind you suspected had also arranged for the house to use your services until they were fully repaid for their trouble ensuring they were not even out of pocket.
Obviously it had to be some person or group of persons that wanted you out of the way. Alas your heroic efforts had generated many enemies so it was rather hard to guess whom. You shuddered as you new that changing a person's identity was a preferred way to get an important man out of the way in this world, often much preferred to a clean of killing of them. To change a mans gender, was considered even better and crueller. To make him a whore, better still, because then he could be useful, self-supporting even if he found his new profession distasteful. In this case, whoever had done this to you knew that if you were ever liberated, or if you ever escaped, you'd be reluctant to expose exactly what had happened. You'd feel far too ashamed.
Moreover, if you did try to blow the whistle, who'd believe you? You were now obviously a simple woman, a mere whore, a scum bag for hire a 'pussy'. How could you after months here claim you had previously been a hero and a respected man in the community. Especially when you had no memory of the time spent here.
As you mulled that over you quickly finished your breakfast. Mahasan smiled when you had and rhetorically asked "Finished with your breakfast? Come along then, the Mistress here told me she wants to see you when you finally come fully to yourself. You'll need to put on a dress first though -- she doesn't like us showing up in her rooms in only our work clothes. She won't even accept a cover like a negligee or peignoir. Business is business and proper is proper, that's what
she believes. So we'll stop by your room for a suitable clothing. We can talk along the way"
"First we'll stop at your room so you can change. I don't suppose you remember where that is?" Mahasan smiled indulgently. "No matter, just follow me."
As you both left the breakfast room you entered a wide, generous hallway, not at all like the hotel corridor you somehow expected. More like the capacious passageways of a palace. This was clearly a huge, luxurious mansion. You felt a little odd to be walking through a strange house in only a bra and panties. Your legs looked long as well as smooth, and your calves were subtly curved, and you saw bright red toenails peeking out from the tips of my shoes. The effect was incredibly seductive. You felt yourself getting a little damp down their so decided to distract myself by asking Mahasan a question "So Um how large is this place?"
She brightly responded "When you're dressed, I'll give you the grand tour if you like. The whole compound -- we call it 'the Estate' -- was once a luxury resort. It's quite a few acres, with a pool, tennis, a golf course, a salon, just about everything anyone with money might want when they're in the mood to relax. Including sexual companionship-- that's us, and the primary reason people come here"
She paused when she reached a door, clearly intent to make a point. She put both hands on your shoulders to be sure you were paying attention "Before we go into your room we need to be clear about something, honey. You are not a man now and you will never ever be a man again no matter what you wishes in that regard are. You are Jadwa now, and you'll be a Jadwa forever. So give up on imagining you're a guy. You'll be much better off, you'll feel much better about yourself, if you can start imagining that you've always beenJadwa. You see your body? Distinctly a girl's, as sultry and provocative a girl's body as a girl's body can get, because that's what the sponsor ordered. And you'll never have another. So get used to it."
You then entered your room
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