Sexy maid trigger fiction


Felix took another long deep breath as he looked around him at where it had all
begun. The Palladium ‘s lobby lay empty since there were no matinee
performances on Saturday but for Feflx the room was packed to the rafters with
tension as he stared up at the poster advertising the return of The Great Simon.
the one person in the world that could rid him of the curse that was ruining his
life. Silently. he slipped through a door to where he knew the backstage area to
be in search of the famous hypnotist…

Are you lost young man t’Fefix whireda round to see a glamorous looking
woman in a tank-top and impossibly tight jeans. He recognised her as the Great
Simon ‘s incredibly sexy assistant. Zoe. Dammit. he’d been roaming the corridors
less than five minutes and he’d been discoved already. ‘Well.” she raised a
vivacious eyebrow. Still a little startled and intimidated by the beautiful woman
before him. Felix stammered that he needed to see her famous boss. to which
she demanded an explanation as to why. ‘Vou’re not seeing him unless you have
a hell of a reason. ‘ Zoe folded her arms defiantly. ‘the Great Simon is a very busy
man!‘ And so it came out. all of it. every single humiliating detail of how his
sister was systematically turning him into a Ewing lake by summoning the
fantastically feminine Felicia whenever she felt like it. The utter shame he felt
from just reciting his story made it difficult for him to even look at Zoe while he
was talking but she barely even seemed interested. she just stood there. one
hand on a perfectly sculpted hip. the other absentmindedly scrolfing through her
phone. He was spilling out the worst moments of his fife and she didn’t even
care… Feeling disgusted. he turned to walk away. ‘So… ‘ she purred after him.
what song did Simon set as your trigger!‘ He told her. She smirked cruelly. still
playing with her phone. and looked up at him as those all too familiar disco
chimes began to play through the phone’s speakers. heaven…

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When Felix finally returned to being. well…Fefix. he was sitting on a fold out bed
in a cramped dressing room. his body strapped into a tiny latex bikini that really
emphasised the curves from the hormones his sister had been slipping Felicia
and a fishnet body stoci’ng that encased everything from his chest down. Zoe
stood in front of him and was in the process of pulling up her practically painted-
on jeans while Fefix contemplated the strange taste in his mouth.

It seems Felicia is a girl of many talents! ‘ Zoe winked mischieviously. ‘if you
really want me to heb you get rid of her. it’s going to cost you. ‘ She exhaled
loudly and grinned widely, gaa’ng down at her prey. ‘I just hope you’re as good
at following instructions as Felicia was.”

Fiction crossdressing for my country


“O-Oh man… Th-This is…intense,” said Secret Agent Steven Hanes to himself in the hallway mirror. Agent
Hanes was a part of a select group of Agents for the Central Intelligence Agency that got to use the new,
secret equipment that took undercover missions to the next level. The machines could literally change the
physical forms of those that use it.

Agent Hanes was on a very special mission. He had been for three months already. The CIA had been tracking a foreign terrorist that snuck into America a little over a year ago, and was said to be residing within New
York. His plan was to assassinate the President, and his cabinet, so that he and the group that he was said to be working for could eventually destroy and create their own America. The only problem, was that the man had gotten wind that the CIA was onto him. He began to use disguises to cover his trail, and the CIA would send agents to cover any possible areas that he could have been at. As for Agent Hanes, he had already gained the afiection of the terrorist, known as “Mr. X” after he saw Hanes in a ritzy bar in the Upper East Side. After a few drinks, Hanes, going under the alias of “Gwen” offered to show him a good time if they could get some

Hanes pulled the top of his dress down to show an ample amount of cleavage. “Alright guys, do you have the tracking device showing on the GP S,” asked Hanes as he spoke into the headset covered by his hair. Once he got the affirmative, Hanes slowly walked over to the hotel room of Mr. X, stumbling in the high heels on his feet. “I hope you guys hurry the hell up. I’ve had enough of this body.” Hanes takes a quick, deep breath, preparing himself for the “good time” he promised. “I hope the CIA knows how to reverse this. This for my country.”