Sexy maid trigger fiction

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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

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“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
“privacy”.

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.”

Fiction crossdressing for my country

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“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
“privacy”.

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.”

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Kylie had to really feel them to know that what see was seeing was real and that she was not dreaming. After knowing that what she saw was real she needed a minute to adjust to the new situation. Because when last night started she was Kyle. He remembers that he took a girl home but after that everything is one big
blur.

Now 5 e is aving eminine curves, wearing gir s on . erwear an . aving ong air
and a soft girlish skin. But Kylie has to admit that she is very pleased with the
change.

What has happened was not important for her. But how she could explore the new
possibilities in the best manner was now running through her mind because she had
to adapt to new fashion, new behaviors, new feelings and even to new relations.

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So a few hours later I was in a very interesting position. Hopefully the only interesting position I
would be in that night. Not only had I transformed into a woman a few months earlier, not only
was I now going on a date with a man, not only was I very excited about going on a date with a
man, but I was going on a date with my worst enemy. The thought of it was so ugly and repellent,
and yet I couldn’t wipe the fucking smile off my face. What was I doing to myself? Was it some-
thing to do with my new body? There was this strange excitement running through me that I
couldn’t control. He’d been there, and then we were talking, and then he left with my phone
number.

The old me fought well and hard, he didn’t want me to go, he begged me to stay in my chair, or
lie on my bed and play video games. But he’d been a bitter guy, angry and hate filled. I couldn’t
feel anything but excitement. I couldn’t feel anything but the promise that I was going to have a
good time. I dressed as well as I could, surfacing a dress that had been bought for me mostly as a
joke, finding some heels and prepping my makeup as carefully as possible. This was the first time
you could say I’d ever dressed like a girl.

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My parents were over the moon when they found out I had a date, though they had naturally as-
sumed it was with a girl, as that had been my preference once. I didn’t know if that was still the
case in that moment. When I mentioned it was a man they were a little taken aback, but gave me
their support anyway. I had been kind of hoping for a little push back, a part of me had been
anyway, so I’d have a reason to blow him off. Now it was looking like I had no choice but to blow
him.

Jokes. But still, thoughts like that were very prevalent in my head. Thoughts like that gripped me
with fear and adrenaline and sweet arousal. I was doing something I’d never done before, with no
knowledge of how it was going to turn out. I’d been turned into a woman, but I’d never acted like
one before, never dressed like one, never loved like one. I was hoping for things to go slow no
matter what happened. I hadn’t made my mind up about what I thought about such a strange situa-
tion.

He picked me up in his Porsche, which I had not been expecting. He was wearing the fanciest suit
I’d ever seen, and kissed me lightly on the cheek when he received me. I felt so exposed in that
dress, but he made me feel calm. I got in the passenger seat, and saw a girl in the mirror. She
looked so beautiful and content Butterflies. Butterflies everywhere.

We rolled up at the most expensive restaurant in town, and were escorted to our own private
dining room. I knew he was rich, but I never knew how much. As it turned out, he’d been very suc-
cessful in professional boxing, something i’d never been interested in before. He’d stopped me in
the street because he’d never seen someone quite so lovely as me. I blushed, but he pressed on.
Serious. He had never seen someone who so piqued his interest before. He asked me what I wanted
in life, and for a second I stumbled, not knowing what to say.

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I was falling for my worst enemy. I’d have thought the transformation into a woman would have
been the strangest thing that ever happened to me. But sitting across from him at our private
dining table, laughing at his jokes, and staring into his baby blue eyes, all that bottled hatred
of the years was slowly flowing away. I couldn’t help but just feel he was so sweet and so
hardworking and so perfect. When he asked to see me again Ijumped at the chance, even
though the evening was far from over.

We had a few drinks together, drawing our bodies closer and closer in the deafening cacopho-
ny of the nightclub. We laughed and snorted and giggled in the limo on our way back to his
place. We kissed and touched and connected in his cavernous mansion. I gasped and moaned
and tensed as we made love. Again and again and again. By morning we’d promised to spend
the next day together, and then the next and the next. Days turned to weeks. He managed to
swing me a job as a ring girl, one of the models who cheers the fighters. He’d kiss me so lov-
ingly before each round. He won them all. He won me.

Weeks turned to months. We moved in together, he bought me anything I could have ever
wanted. He saw to it that I wanted for nothing, and we spent our days laughing and loving to-
gether. I’d never been so perfectly content in all my life. He found me familiar, but never once
clocked l was the person he’d treated so awfully in our youth. He spoke about me though, the
real me, when we were alone once. About how he regretted his anger as a kid, his hatred, his
inadequacy. It was then I realised just how similar we were. I told him to stop worrying. Wher-
ever the kid he’d bullied was, I was sure that he didn’t mind any more.

And I didn’t.

We married a year to the day after our meeting. My dad walked me down the aisle, proud as
punch of his beautiful daughter in her white wedding dress. My husband stood so tall and so
strong and so perfect, and the kiss we shared endured a lifetime. We moved around the globe
for our honeymoon, never staying anywhere a moment longer than we wanted.

And then we settled down. I wanted to give something back to him. I gave him two children. A
boy first, then a girl second. He loved me through the pregnancy, he shared the labours, and
he shared the responsibility. I thanked god every day for bringing him to me, and I to him. He
saved me from my old life, he saved me from what I’d been. And I loved him for it. I loved
him so hard.

The greatest gift we shared however was our promise. We would spend our lives together, one
soul shared between two bodies. It was all we’d ever been, two sides of the same coin. Such a
beautiful thought, lying in bed together knowing we were the same. Our hands intertwined. Our
hearts beating as one.

When I was a kid I’d never known I would grow up to love someone. I’d never known I would
find my soulmate. I would never know that hate would be such an easy thing to defeat, or that
love would be so perfectly possible to drown yourself in.

I love him.

I love my worst enemy.

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As the drugs finally began to pass out of her system, Alex awoke with a start to unfamiliar sur-

roundings. Where she had been expecting to wake up, as she did traditionally, in her own bed, she

found that this was not the case. Instead she was in a dark room, with a splitting headache, and an

enormous unease throughout her whole body.

Reaching up with an arm, she felt the smoothest she had ever felt. Her skin was so soft she almost

thought that it was someone else’s arm she was touching. Sitting up even further, she began to

realise the headache was in fact a neck ache, and the two reasons for that began to pull down on

her. She hurriedly reached up, as her hands collided with two enormous breasts jutting out from

where there had been once hard muscle. It was here she stifled a scream, not knowing whether it

was safe to reveal her consciousness. The past few hours were completely hazy, but she still knew

who she was, who she was supposed to be, and how wrong this whole situation was.

“Strange isn’t it?” came a voice from the darkness. It filled her with such an exquisite fear she

shuddered. “Finding that life isn’t what you’d imagined it would be. I don’t think you woke up this

morning thinking you’d be mine… but look at where we’ve ended up.”

While the words were shocking and terrible, the voice itself was that of someone she knew, some-

one she trusted. Someone she had trusted. It was Tony, her best childhood friend. A bookish nerd

who had obviously deviated from the path they had shared once. Alex grabbed the sheets on the

bed and covered herself, unsure of how much the figure in the darkness could make out.

“Tony?” she tried, realising how breathy and female her voice had become. “Is that you?”

“It was me…” came the reply. “But the Tony you know is dead, replaced by someone significantly

more in control of his situation.”

She felt the weight of the mattress shift as her host sat down close to her. She could hear his

breathing.

“W’e were best friends, we were going to hang out forever… We were going to be successful and

the world would be our oyster. That is… Until I realised that was something you’d never share

with me.”

Alex had no idea what that meant.

“Tony? 1 don’t understand…”

“YOU ABANDONED ME!” Tony shouted, before composing himself. “We were two sides of the

same coin Alex, you were strong and charming and handsome, and I was everything else. Thank

god I was smart, but I’m everything you’re not. Now I’ve only completed the chain. I’m a man, and

you’re a woman. My woman to be specific.”

“You don’t have to do this Tony, I can help you…”

“Oh, it’s too late for that. Too late to change back too, I gave you so much of that serum it’s a

wonder you’re even still in there. You should have forgotten everything by now, consumed by the

pleasure… the female pleasure…”

Alex felt the prickle of electricity across her skin. Her thigh was being stroked by an unfamiliar

hand. She shifted her weight away, but not before she let out a brief breath. A stifled moan.

“It won’t be long now… It won’t be long before you forget yourself… It won’t be long before you’re

mine…

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They say that the show must go on. For Felix, however, the show had been going on and on and
on… The show in question was the Saturday Night Hypnosis Show at the Palladium, hosted by
the Great Simon, where, watched by 200 people, Felix was hypnotised on-stage along with a
group of other volunteers. Sounds harmless right? But what if! told you that while on stage, Felix
had been hypnotised to act increasingly feminine for a short while every time he heard a trigger
word? And what if I told you that for a bit of fun, the Great Simon hadn’t completely brought
Felix out of his hypnotic state? Still not so bad? Okay then, what if! told you that one one of the
200 audience members was Felix ‘s younger sister Tori, whom he had spent much of their
childhood bullying and treating with contempt? Now you get the picture!

It had been very confusing at first. A few days after the show, Felix was watching a movie on the
sofa and flicking popcorn at his sister, laughing obnoxiously when a buttery piece flew down the
front of her top. The next thing he knew, the credits of the movie were rolling and he felt like he’d
been sleeping. It took about ten minutes to realise he was wearing full makeup. That bitch did this
while he was napping, he thought, and he declared he was going to tell their mother.

Oh I wouldn’t do that if I were you,’ smirked Tori waving her phone. She proceded to show him a
video she had recorded of her older brother crossdresser sitting in front of the mirror applying makeup with
painstaking care, before continuing to explain exactly how deep his predicament ran, stopping
short of telling him what the trigger word was. Felix just stared at her through the thick makeup
with a mixture of scepicism and scorn.

Felix wouldn’t be a sceptic for long, however, as after similar blackouts, he was to find himself
with new bleach-blonde hair extensions, a full body wax and painted nails. Each time Tori would
take great pleasure in sending him videos of him applying the treatments willingly. Felix was
beginning to feel like a puppet in her hands. It was to come to a head one evening when Felix
came to standing in the hallway. He was once again in full makeup, and wearing tiny denim
hotpants and a leather corset which pushed up giving the appearance of breasts. Worse still, his
hands were handcuffed behind his back.

You have to help me! ‘ he pleaded with his sister meakly, ‘please take these ofi!

How am I supposed to know where the keys are?‘ she laughed cruely. ‘You put them on. Besides,
I’m busy getting this place ready for a party. My friends will be here any minute! Since you’re
obviously notgoing out dressed like that, I figure you have two choices. Either I leaveyou like this
and my friends spend the entire evening torturing my sissy older brother…or…l say the magic
words andyou, my dear Felicia, oanjoin in the hm. It’s totally up to you…what d’ya say?‘

Crossdressing sexy fiction felix

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They say that the show must go on. For Felix, however, the show had been going on and on and
on… The show in question was the Saturday Night Hypnosis Show at the Palladium, hosted by
the Great Simon, where, watched by 200 people, Felix was hypnotised on-stage along with a
group of other volunteers. Sounds harmless right? But what if! told you that while on stage, Felix
had been hypnotised to act increasingly feminine for a short while every time he heard a trigger
word? And what if I told you that for a bit of fun, the Great Simon hadn’t completely brought
Felix out of his hypnotic state? Still not so bad? Okay then, what if! told you that one one of the
200 audience members was Felix ‘s younger sister Tori, whom he had spent much of their
childhood bullying and treating with contempt? Now you get the picture!

It had been very confusing at first. A few days after the show, Felix was watching a movie on the
sofa and flicking popcorn at his sister, laughing obnoxiously when a buttery piece flew down the
front of her top. The next thing he knew, the credits of the movie were rolling and he felt like he’d
been sleeping. It took about ten minutes to realise he was wearing full makeup. That bitch did this
while he was napping, he thought, and he declared he was going to tell their mother.

Oh I wouldn’t do that if I were you,’ smirked Tori waving her phone. She proceded to show him a
video she had recorded of her older brother crossdresser sitting in front of the mirror applying makeup with
painstaking care, before continuing to explain exactly how deep his predicament ran, stopping
short of telling him what the trigger word was. Felix just stared at her through the thick makeup
with a mixture of scepicism and scorn.

Felix wouldn’t be a sceptic for long, however, as after similar blackouts, he was to find himself
with new bleach-blonde hair extensions, a full body wax and painted nails. Each time Tori would
take great pleasure in sending him videos of him applying the treatments willingly. Felix was
beginning to feel like a puppet in her hands. It was to come to a head one evening when Felix
came to standing in the hallway. He was once again in full makeup, and wearing tiny denim
hotpants and a leather corset which pushed up giving the appearance of breasts. Worse still, his
hands were handcuffed behind his back.

You have to help me! ‘ he pleaded with his sister meakly, ‘please take these ofi!

How am I supposed to know where the keys are?‘ she laughed cruely. ‘You put them on. Besides,
I’m busy getting this place ready for a party. My friends will be here any minute! Since you’re
obviously notgoing out dressed like that, I figure you have two choices. Either I leaveyou like this
and my friends spend the entire evening torturing my sissy older brother…or…l say the magic
words andyou, my dear Felicia, oanjoin in the hm. It’s totally up to you…what d’ya say?‘

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Corporate espionage was not Doug’s forte. He was a shapeshifter sure, and an actor when he put his
mind to it, but actually committing anything illegal was completely out of his wheelhouse. The whole
reason he was putting his gifts to work was precisely for the reason that he didn’t want to use them for
anything ethically wrong. What he was being asked to do was completely against his beliefs as a
person. But rent was due once more, and without a new personality formulated for the auditions, he
was floundering between modelling gigs and advertising proiects. What did it matter if you could
become a beautiful woman in a city filled with them? He was increasingly coming to the realisation
that he should move somewhere else, maybe England? He’d have better teeth than them at least.

His buddies Stu and Gary had given him some good work over the past few years, but still, this was
beyond the pale. Their corporate endeavours were going just about as well as Doug’s attempts at gain-
ing an acting career. They needed an edge over the competition, and without any extra capital, re-
sources, or indeed skills, they were once again turning to the guy who had saved their bacon time and
again, in order to secure something they needed.

Their plans were laid out to him in the board room of their offices, conspicuously empty. Their main
rival was the billionaire industrialist and venture capitalist Mikhail Maslo, head of Maslo 8: Myaso, not
so much an advertising business as much as it was an advertising giant. Maslo himself held the keys to
their contract book, and to a fabled codex ofleads that could turn their little advertising startup into
the biggest company around. All they needed was someone who could get in on the inside, get a look at
the codex, and then everybody won.

Doug sighed, this wasn’t what he wanted, but he was going to be helping out some friends. His only
condition was that at the end of all this, he be given partnership of the business, and a third of future
profits. No argmnent. He would be a silent partner and would end up with his bills paid and more. The
codex would, after all, be worth far more than that. it was a charity he was even helping them at all.
Thirty six hours later, he was wishing that Maslo had another vice. Golf perhaps? He could make him-
self look like a pro, offer him some lessons and then they could go back to the office for a meeting of
some kind. That would get him inside no problem. Of course a Russian businessman hiding out in LA
was going to have a penchant for women, and of con rse he didn’t have the best reputation for them
either. Doug had formulated his appearance based on Maslo’s three most recent flings, all with dark
hair, all full bodied, and all beautiful as the night.

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The oligarch was attending a cocktail benefit at City Hall, and so Doug had had to formulate a scenario
where, clad in his new female body, was able to corner him outside the building, where there would be
no need for tickets or anything like that. To her complete horror, her invitation of a few drinks was
quickly accepted, and soon she was swept off in a limo to the penthouse apartments of Mikhail Maslo,
and not the executive offices of his company as she had requested.

Strangely however, she stayed throughout the night. They first began with a cordon bleu supper, with
drinks flowing, before they retired to his lush apartments. He had no idea of whom she was or what her
intentions were, but one whispered sentence before they fell asleep triggered visions of more than Stu
or Gary could ever dream of conjuring as a reward.

“For that, my dear, I shall make you a star.”