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                      NITESIDE Part 2


When Don woke up the next morning he stumbled into the bathroom,
still not quite awake. He was halfway through washing up when he
noticed that his physical appearance was back to that of a man.
Again he felt that cold chill creep up his spine. How could
hormones change him only at night? Something was very wrong here.

The rest of the work week was identical. Each day was spent glued
to his PC doing all of his work on the Niteside program. Had Don
not been conditioned by the continuous stream of radiation from the
screen, he might have noticed that the program seemed to grow into
whatever he needed. If he needed word processing it was suddenly
there; if he needed graphics they were there; if he needed
communications they would appear. Niteside would insure that he
stayed in front of the screen, and as he did so, the process of
altering his brain to that of a female continued.

Each night was identical physically. At sunset he would feel the
glow surround him and he would be changed back into a boy-girl.
There were not any noticeable differences from the first night. But
Don did notice mental changes. When his body would transform he
found the female thoughts strengthening. He felt his desires for
sex intensifying and changing. He was incredibly horny, but his
thoughts of relief were altered. In the past he might get out a
porno magazine featuring dominants and take things into his own
hands. Now he found himself having strange desires. He wanted to
rub and fondle his entire body. He found his nipples to be
especially exciting, as they would rise under his touch. He found
his hands wondering to his softer, fuller bottom. As his fingers
explored he could almost hear a voice, (his feminized voice),
saying "Fuck me". Eventually he slid a inger into his sphincter. He
played with his ass like a kid with a new toy.

When his excitement reached what seemed to be its peak, Don again
felt an uncontrollable urge. His computer conditioned response
forced him to bend at the waist. He bent further and further until
his lips could reach his cock. Then as impossible as it seemed, he
sucked himself all the way down his throat, all the while
continuing to stimulate his prostate. The inevitable would occur in
a shattering explosion, sending torrents of cum down his throat. He
would then collapse into sleep.

When work ended on Friday don knew that a different set of commands
would control his actions. He went home and waited. As night fell
the change took place. It was then he knew what was next. Without
thought he opened his briefcase and pulled out the business card of
john Michelle and called the number. To Don's surprise he got a
answering service that gave him a message. It said to go to a bus
locker to get two suitcases, and then to be at an address at 9:00.

He put on a sweatsuit that covered his now altered body and went to
the bus station. Thankfully without incident he got the two
suitcases and found them to be locked. He then drove to the address
given by the service. At first he thought he had gotten the wrong
address. The street was in a virtually abandoned part of town.
Urban renual had not found its way to this neighborhood yet. But
there at the end of the street was a small, unimpressive house
surrounded by a very impressive fence. There was no question that
the occupant of this house did not want to be disturbed. A maximum
security prison would have envied this setup. As he turned into the
drive a gate slid open automatically, and closed right behind him.

Don got out of the car and carried the suitcases to the front door.
As he went to ring the bell the door slid open like an air hatch.
A sensual voice he immediately knew said, "Follow the lights to
your bedroom Dawn. You will then get ready for me."

In that all of the rest of the lights in the house were off it was
easy to find the bedroom. Don put the suitcases on the bed and
looked around the room. It was decorated by someone who had
specialized in bordellos. The colors red and black dominated the
room. The lights were all covered with transparent red veils,
giving a rose tint to the scene. The bed was huge with red silk
sheets and the obligatory mirrored ceiling above it.

Don set the bags on a low dresser. As he did so he noticed that the
locks were no longer shut. He opened the cases and was surprised,
not by their contents, but by the volume of beautiful clothes in
them. There was everything from mini skirts to evening dresses,
lace teddies to leather corsets. There was also a series of smaller
compartments filled with a selection of makeup. He opened a box and
found a lush, dramatic auburn wig. Again he felt the training take
hold, as he placed the wig on his head. In that his hair was longer
since the change the wig should not have fit that well, but it
gripped his head as if rooted to it.

He took a selection of cosmetics and sat at the dressing table.
After he pinned his new hair back, He began to apply makeup like he
was born doing it. After he applied foundation, he lined his eyes
in a cat like fashion, and shaded his lids with complementary
shades of green. He coated his long lashes with mascara, and
blushed his high cheek bones. He lined his lips with a deep red
pencil, and filled them with a lighter, but dramatic color. The
change had made his lips fuller, and the color really emphasized
their kissable appeal. He placed a set of self adhesive fingernails
on his slender fingers. He finished by painting his nails a candy
apple red.

He sat back from his task and looked in the mirror. A sensual
stranger was looking back at him. She beckoned to him with a toss
of her tresses; she seduced him with her veiled com hither look;
she made him hard with her inviting lips. Don pulled himself away
from this seductress, afraid that his training would start him
sucking on himself again. He got out a satin corset that and
examined it. There was no way that this restrictive garment was
going to fit even his smaller, altered body. He noticed a trio of
buttons on the bottom of the corset. Without knowing how he knew,
he knew what to do. He pressed the buttons on combination and heard
the hiss of micro-sized, gas powered stays expand the garment. He
slid it on and reversed the process. He wasn't fully prepared for
the crushing grip on his waist as the tiny pumps evacuated the
lines and caused the corset to contract. Just as he thought he was
going to be cut in two, they stopped. His waist was now restricted
to a petite 22 inches. In contrast his hips and breasts were
accentuated by the extra flesh pushed out. He then took out a bra
that had its own gel inserts. He slipped it on backwards, fastened
it, turned it around to the front and felt it mold to his puffy
little boobs.

He slid on a set of seamed, black stockings attaching them with
garters to the corset; a ridiculously easy task with no hair at all
on his legs. He slipped his feet into a pair of spiked heeled
slippers, appropriate for the bedroom. Don turned and looked in the
mirror.

There facing him was a vision of sensuality. She had an elegantly
made up face framed by a mane of reddish brown hair. Her ample
breasts and hips were accentuated by a wasp waist. Her hands were
tipped with ten crimson daggers. She was perched on spikes that
forced her to accentuate her curvacious body. And there in the
middle of this seductive female sex toy was a raging hard on. Don
could not stop his hands from roaming over this exquisite creature
in the mirror. He fondled her breasts, stroked her legs, craved her
lips. Finally he had one hand caressing his cock, and the other
probing his bottom in the process of fingering himself.

In his state of excitement he did not hear Michelle come into the
room. She smiled at his actions with the look of one who had shared
these experiences. She said softly " Dawn, your mistress has your
medicine."

He turned and beheld yet another version of this goddess who had
taken control of his life. She was now an elegant blond. Her full
thick hair piled up in an intricate fashion. She was all in blue
leather; the same skin like leather she had worn before. Incredibly
long legs extended from a mini skirt; perfect breasts pushed out of
the top of a bustier; and her shoulders were covered by a bolero
jacket. Her hands were covered by short leather gloves with the
same distinctive openings for long blue fingernails. Her legs were
encased in thigh high, spiked boots; again clinging like a second
skin. But this time she had not bothered to cover her other all to
obvious charm. Her huge cock stood straight out from under her
skirt.

She came to him and pressed her body to hers. His moist lips were
crushed by her lush ones. Her tongue thrust itself into his mouth
as if it was going to fuck it. Their breasts presses against each
other, and to Don's pleasure he could feel her nipples press right
through the gel forms. Her leather legs parted his silk clad ones,
and her cock nestled against his.

She picked him up and placed him on the bed. He was mad with
desire. He wanted to be a girl for her, and he wanted her cock
badly. She used his desires by not fulfilling them immediately. She
raked her nails over his exposed flesh in a manner that raised the
sensitivity of his nerve endings to new heights. She then cooled
his skin by smothering him in passionate, sucking kisses, and
explored his entire body with her tongue. She placed him on his
side and laid in the opposite direction. "Suck little girl" She
said.

He greedily enveloped her cock with his lush lips. Again the entire
length slipped down his throat with no effort. The silk smooth tool
seemed to drive deeper and deeper with each thrust. When she
stiffened in her orgasm , the first spurt felt as if it was being
injected directly and deeply into his body.

Then he felt her full lips close around his throbbing member. "Now
that the hormones are in you, we can't afford to loose them. When
you come they will flow through me and I will shoot them right back
into your mouth." That statement was like a command to his passion.
He came into her mouth, but before he was even done her cock
erupted again, sending another torrent down his throat. He passed
out.   Nite4.txt

As Don awoke from his deep and dreamless sleep, he open his
eyes and was not surprised to once again find himself in his
own bedroom. Just like the week before, he had been
transported from his sexual encounter with the dominant TV,
Michelle. How did she get him back to his apartment in his
unconscious state without anyone seeing them was a mystery
he did not really want to think about. He was also not
surprised when he looked at his watch and saw that it was
early Monday morning again, right on time to get in front of
his computer screen and the hypnotic Niteside program.

On the drive to work he noticed little feelings inside of
himself that bothered him. He could swear that he could feel
her sperm inside of him. It was like a light touch all over
his body. The genetically engineered hormones inside of him
were inexorably changing his body. It was like having
another person inhabiting the same body with him. It was not
an unpleasant feeling, in fact it was soothing in a similar
fashion as getting a back rub. Except this was everywhere,
from his hair to his toes, and it never stopped.

Once at work however the Niteside program took care of any
distractions. He was single mindedly dedicated to his work
for the entire time he was in front of the screen. This
morning he had the impossible notion that he could actually
feel the radiation beam from the screen penetrating his
brain. He knew that thew longer he sat in front of this
screen, the more Niteside was altering the patterns and
physical composition of his brain to that of a girl. Could
it be that the enhanced levels of alien hormones in his body
were making him more receptive to this process? Were the
hormonal changes enhancing the conversion of his brain?

Whatever the reason, Don had little doubt over the fact that
he was thinking and acting more and more like a girl each
day. In his spare time he found himself drawn away from the
masculine world that he had grown up with. He had little
interest in sports, and read more and more of Cosmo and
vogue. He found himself much more interested in the
secretaries' conversations than those of the "guys'. The
only part of this process that frightened him was that he
found himself attracted less to his female peers than those
same "guys". He found himself looking at buns mare than
boobs. While in the past this would have sent him screaming
to a shrink, he did not seem to really notice the attitude
change, let alone mind it.

 Fortunately for him the Niteside program kept him glued to
his screen and therefore his work. The organization
continued to be thrilled by the quantity and quality of his
efforts. His bosses kept up a steady stream of complements
and started to suggest that he might be in line for higher
positions in the firm.

Don sat at home Monday night wondering if the setting of the
sun would bring any new changes. He had gotten used to the
nightly conversion, probably as much from the conditioning
as from the fact that when changed, he was a good
approximation of a pretty girl. That and the fact that his
nightly self inflicted blow jobs were his sole source of
enjoyment.

He suspected that tonight might bring something special.
When he came home he went to hang up his suit and found all
but one of his closets filled with feminine fashions. His
altered brain was very happy to find a treasure trove of
clothing to go with the two suit cases he had started with.
there seemed to be an emphasis on evening wear. Lots of
cocktail dresses, sequins and taffeta. There was not a pair
of shoes that had less than 5 " heels. To his delight he
found a section of the closet had been reserved for what had
to be dominant clothing. Lots and lots of that special
leather that molded to his skin when he put it on. And he
did put it on . His altered brain wanted to try on his new
wardrobe immediately, but his still male body did not want
to cooperate.  The leather did slide onto his body but he
was disappointed that he just looked like a man wearing a
leather dress. He decided to leave on the dress as he waited
for sunset.

The sun slipped under the horizon and Don was encompassed by
the familiar and increasingly comfortable glow of the
change. He could feel the energy radiate from his own body.
Somehow the fact that this did not come from the outside
comforted him. He could feel his body swell in the hips and
breasts. He felt his bones contract to alter his size and
shape. The only really uncomfortable part was when he would
loose his breath as his ribs contracted. How does one
describe the feeling of your face changing. Again it
reminded him of a whole body massage, except these hands
were everywhere and these were definitely "magic fingers".

Right away Don knew that this change was different. The
weight on his chest told him that, and as he ran to the full
length mirror he could feel his hips swinging. Don thought
he was past surprises but what he saw in the mirror shocked
him.

SHE was beautiful. Her delicate face was accentuated by high
cheekbones and wide almond shaped eyes. A tiny turned up
nose centered above full and pouting lips. A full head of
thick auburn hair went well past her shoulders. Her entire
face was an invitation to be fucked. But it was the body
that amazed him. Firm, pert breasts jutted from a sensual
frame. She had the body of a athlete rather than that of a
hooker. There were well toned muscles holding a tiny
waist in. Her hips were full, not with excess fat but with
firm smooth tissue. Firm sensual thighs tapered down to
calves and feet that were made to perch on spiked heels.

And amazingly her cock was even bigger. By now it throbbed
with excitement, extending to a good 10". This turgid male
symbol in the middle of a feminine body was an exciting
contrast.

While his lust called her to explore this new toy, his
programming sent her to the mirror. With an expert hand that
would be the envy of an artist she applied her makeup and
styled her hair. It was difficult to imagine that the face
in the mirror could become any sexier but it did. She
changed from an extremely pretty innocent girl into a
sensual woman. Dramatic green shaded eyes looked for sex. A
mouth that could only be described as a sexual orifice
called for sex. Rich flowing hair would caress the crotch of
a prospective lover.

She sauntered over to the closets filled with her sensual
clothing. She selected an emerald green, satin corset, and
slid it over her full hips. She pressed the concealed button
that her programming taught her about. She was prepared for
the crushing of the micro-hydrolic pumps in the corset. They
slowly and uniformly squeezed her waist down under 20". She
sat on the bed and slowly slid her matching green nylons up
her hairless legs, attaching them to the garters. She
squeezed her feet into delicate sandals and tightened the
ankle straps. Finally she slithered her constrained body
into a matching silk dress, and tightened a leather belt
around her waist.

She strolled over to the mirror with the grace of a cat and
beheld her handiwork. There was a tantalizing sex toy
looking at her, asking for sexual release. Large breasts
forced erect nipples against their silk covering. Her tits
cut down to a diminutive waist, which was further emphasized
by her full hips. Long slender legs on their spiked
platforms were split by a erotic contrasting bulge. Her
nipples were not the only thing that was erect.

Her sensations in her cock were driving her mad. The silk
was ever so gently brushing against the head of her dick.
She lifted her skirt to reveal the throbbing flesh. She
thought about resisting for a brief minute but she was
hooked. She lay on the bed and folded herself in half at the
waist. Her lips enfolded her cock and inhaled it down her
throat. As she sucked her fingers explored her backside,
plunging in and out in an effort to fuck herself. As she
tickled her prostate she came down her throat. If she had
retained her consciousness she would have seen herself
sucking on herself for the rest of the night.

The week progressed with the pattern repeated , he went to
work, got programmed, and she sucked the night away. At the
end of Friday, Don expected the mental call to see Michelle.
Just then he realized that something was different. for the
first time since he had gotten the Niteside program, he was
not being compelled to look at it. A little nervous at the
sudden feeling of abandonment, he went home and waited.

As the sun set the now blessed change took over his body.
Dawn was back and ready for something special. She went to
the closet and noticed a garment bag he had not seen before.
She felt faint as she saw the most obscene wedding dress
ever made. It was made of the same skin molding leather as
the dominant outfits. It was open at the top and would
expose all of her breasts. It flared at the waist to a full
skirt slit up the middle to her crotch. The sleeves went all
the way to her wrists and attached to tight gloves that
exposed only her fingernails.

She felt the urge to rush to get ready, but for what? She
slithered into the dress and pressed a button that caused
the waist to contract to her accustomed 19". She also felt
the sleeves contract to encase her slender arms and hands in
white leather. She got out a thigh high pair of white,
spiked boots and marveled that they slid on as easily as
nylons, and molded to the legs. Her makeup was done to match
her outfit. Silver and blue accented her large eyes. A
whitish shade covered her willing lips. and her long nails
were in done in pearl. She was an carnal combination of a
slut and a virgin bride. She was ready.

The timing of the knock on the door was expected. Dawn
minced over and opened the door. It was Michelle. She smiled
as she looked over the product of her efforts. The little
slut was ready and so was she.

Dawn did the impossible and became more excited as she took
Michelle's fur coat. Michelle was encased in what could only
be described as a leather body glove. It started right under
her chin and merged into a matching pair of 6" heels. As
before the sleeves became gloves that left only her nails
exposed. In fact her nails and face were the only areas not
covered in leather. Her face was just as striking. Exquisite
makeup was framed by full black hair that was blown back and
up to create a wild and lustful look.

Michelle grinned in a satisfied manner and said," Tonight is
the final night of out relationship. You have been a good
subject for conversion. Your basic submissive nature made
you a desirable candidate. We knew all of your deepest
thoughts as we scanned your brain. Do you remember the times
you communicated with the various BBS's in the country? The
open communication lines gave us access to your mind.

You should be honored. We needed a new representative in
this
area of the country, and you were chosen over many other
qualified candidates. After tonight you will continue our
work here. It is my honor and pleasure to give you the final
hormone injection that will make the changes that you have
been experiencing permanent. I will take your little anal
cherry tonight and make you one of us."

Michelle felt a moment of pity as she saw the confusion and
horror on Dawn's face. " There is no reason to be
frightened. The process is totally painless. You will come
to enjoy the nightly conversion and may even learn to orgasm
when it happens. The only new part of your life is that you
will now assume the dominant role in relationships. Your
programming has set you up for this change, and further
upgrades of the Niteside program will assist you."

"Your job, should you choose to accept it, and you have no
real choice, is to become a representative of our "firm".
You
will distribute a lesser version of the Niteside program to
a selected list of clients that we will provide to you. They
will then go through the conversion that you have
experienced, with one difference. They will remain
submissive to you and the needs of the "firm." We will
expand
our user network and add value to our shareholders. "

Dawn briefly found her voice, " Who is this firm? And if
they want subservient TV's as employees why are these
changes limited to the night time? "

"I will answer you second question first", said Michelle.
"Society as a whole is not prepared for a large population
of TV's running around no matter how beautiful they are. the
female population would never stand for that drastic of a
threat. Our objective is to maintain a stable society so
that we can reap the full benefits of this process. We are
all standard males during the day so that we can retain the
fabric of society as we harvest the rewards of our work"

"Your second question is a bit more complicated, but seeing
that you are about to become a "partner in the firm", I
think that you have the right to know. We are an alien race
that found this lovely planet in our travels. We devised
this scheme to take advantage of your resources without
destroying the planet. Make no mistake, we are fully capable
of that action. However we are a benevolent people. We used
a method that subjected you to our needs, but in a way that
gave you pleasure as well. Even the most submissive of our
servants will experience sexual pleasure far beyond their
normal capacity. Haven't you noticed the intensity of your
desires and subsequent orgasms? As a "partner" you will
have approximately double the sexuality of our submissives,
and they will in turn be doubly as sexual as the general
population. After all there have to be some rewards for
services rendered."

Michelle pulled Dawn close to her saying, "I think it is
time to initiate you to the firm."

She pressed her lips to Dawn's and thrust her tongue down
her willing throat. Dawn felt herself in the firm hold of
this dominant beauty, and willingly submitted to her
passion. She felt her hard on pressing against the leather
of Michelle's outfit, and felt Michelle's cock rise and
throb against her in return.

Michelle picked up the little "virgin" and carried her to
the bed. She gently laid Dawn down and said, "I'll be gentle
seeing that this is your first time. I hope it not our last.
Michelle reached down and peeled back the crotch piece of
her body stocking. Out popped her thick and long cock. Dawn
instinctively licked her lips and went for it.

"Not tonight you little slut." Michelle smiled. "Once you
clamp those soft lips on a cock there is no getting you off
of it until you have sucked it dry. I want you to lift your
legs up to tour ears and hold them."

Dawn complied with the order. Her dress fell away from her
crotch exposing her cock and her soft bottom. Michelle
pressed her cock against Dawn's sphincter and began to apply
pressure. "Relax and enjoy your initiation. your about to
become one of us."

Dawn felt the huge cock slide past her opening and begin its
way up  and into her. Michelle gradually increases the speed
and depth of her thrusts and was soon ramming her cock as
deeply into Dawn as she could. Dawn was overcome with the
intensity of her first fuck. It seemed that the conversion
had increased the number of nerve endings in every erogenous
part of her body. Her cock would throb each time Michelle
would stick it deeply into her.

Dawn could feel herself and Michelle begin to twitch in
anticipation of their imminent mutual orgasm. Michelle
panted, "Suck yourself baby. we can't loose any of your
medicine now."

In an act of incredible manipulation, Dawn folded her torso
down further and further until her lips were closing over
her ready cock. In her state of extreme passion, she barely
made it. Just as she got her cock down her throat, she could
feel Michelle's orgasm fill her bottom. Her own cock
exploded simultaneously, filling her from both openings with
alien, hormone laced cum. She knew immediately that this
dose was different. She had thought that it would have been
impossible to have her sexual sensitivity enhanced any
further, but she suddenly realized that there were
unexplored heights calling to her. She began to have
multiple orgasms down her own throat, as her passion took
over her mind completely.

Totally spent of fluids, Dawn straightened out and Michelle
withdrew her cock from Dawn's ass. Unlike the previous
episodes dawn did not pass out. Michelle snuggled against
her and said. "I have left a brief case for you. In it you
will find everything to represent the "firm". Go in  to work
and give them your notice. Then you can start on your life's
work. Oh, don't forget to deinstall the Niteside program on
your PC. We will have quarterly sales meetings at some of
the wildest places in the galaxy. You are going to have such
fun with us. You don't need another injection, you are fixed
for good, but lets fuck again, just for fun this time. How
would you like to fuck me?" Dawn just smiled and licked her
lips in reply.

About a month later an accounting executive sat in his
office pondering a meeting he had just had with a computer
supplies salesman. It bothered him a little that this
salesman seemed to know about his submissive private life.
He looked at the card and read "Don Dawnson". That is an
odd name he thought. He looked at the diskette the salesman
had left him labeled, Niteside. He inserted it into his PC
and checked it out. Forever.

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