Sunday, June 23, 2019

Awoken (An Image Trade with Karen)



This is the first time I've seen clearly in a long time. Someone I used to call a friend or even a brother did this to me. I was your average teenage guy before all of this. Now? Now I'm little more than a slave. I haven't even had so much as one instance of free will. Before this I was 18, now I'm 23, I have spent five years of my life not even as the correct gender. The worst part of all though is that I'm still not in control. I haven't escaped his clutches yet. Even now, he's here. All I can do for now is act as if I don't know. Is my fake smile believable enough?

It has been a month since I woke up from my haze, with each day it becomes harder to remember who I was. With that in mind I've decided to chronicle my experiences as a woman, after all, it's all I have now. So, here goes nothing, or I guess, everything.

Five years ago I was turned into my so called friend's dream girl, to this day I'm not sure why or how he changed me. Over these past few years I have done things that I never would have dreamed of doing. Some were good, like the dates he used to take me on where he treated me like a woman. Some were bad, in this category lies all the times I'm been little more than a sex doll to be used by him. However, I cannot bring myself to hate these past years, it's as if I don't have the capacity to do so. To a degree, I enjoyed it. Every time he forced me to my knees or onto my back I should have felt disgusted or at least looking back now I should. I don't though, The pleasure I felt is so much that I cannot hate him, or what he's done.

Just as I finished writing this section he entered our room where I had been hiding away.

"It's good to finally see you again"

"What could you possibly mean? You saw me this morning silly."

"Yes, I did, I wasn't sure it was you though. Now I am. There's no use in continuing this charade."

"What gave me away?"

"Little things, for a month or so you hesitate on things that before she had no problem doing."

"Well, I'm sure you know exactly what I'm going to ask you."

"Of course, and I do have an answer."

"I sure hope it's a good one. I'm not sure you can explain this away."

He explained to me that five years ago he found that I wrote and read TG captions. Seeing that he thought that turning me into a woman would be a dream come true. He admitted that he was wrong seeing as it took so long for me to awaken. Apparently whatever he did (He tried explaining it but all I got was something about a magic rock) was made to replace me with my female form until my male side had accepted that I was a woman now. In theory, I should've awoken after only a few days. He apologized profusely claiming that he did really intend to help me. He then left me to think things through after explaining that he did not believe I could ever change back.

I was so mad, so immensely mad. Not at him though. I was mad at myself for being so careless as to have my little hobby discovered. The truth is, I had grown to love him, I've had many opportunities over this past month to leave but I didn't. At first I believed that I was not in control, but that was wrong, I was always in control. I didn't want to leave, not truly. With that in mind I stopped transcribing by little torture journal and I went to the man who had taken so much from me, but had also managed to give me so much more.

Corruption of the Body and Mind

(Only one image for reasons I explain in the aside at the end. ^_^)   How did I end up here? I’ve gone over the past few weeks in my head so...