Letting Go (FTM Transformation)

“Wow, no security cameras, no alarm systems? I really hit the jackpot this time!” Thought Lilly as she closed the large wooden door behind her. Her eyes gazed upwards towards the large, dark hallway, its walls seemingly disappearing into the dark. Lilly looked around for any signs of items that were of value - gold, silver, rings, necklaces. And luckily for her, they all lay waiting for her, inside cases and mirrors, drawers and cupboards. “Oh my god, I can finally pay off my college debt, and then some! And to think that this mansion was some evil lair.” She chuckled to herself - how silly was it that a recent college graduate like herself would believe in some silly old stories. It was said that this centuries old mansion was never to be traversed nor trespassed, as those who did never returned.

But those were all silly rumors, Lilly thought, picking up watches and rare items that she could sell for much more than a pretty penny, and put them into her backpack. “And to think I got all prepared for this” she said, alluding to her black mask, black hoodie and pants, and her black and white sneakers, along with her boxcutter and her mace.

She zipped up her backpack, now moving into the kitchen. She suddenly heard a faint giggle from behind her. She quickly turned around, but she didn’t see anyone in the darkness of the mansion. She reckoned it was just her imagination.

Then, from the cupboards, she saw plates of China fall to the floor.

And she knew she was the only person there.

Fear and panic griped Lilly as she turned and dashed back to the main hallway, but as she did, what could only be described as hands clasped her mouth and throat. Lilly struggled to breathe as she tried to fight back, but the strength of this invisible force was almost inhuman. And before she knew it, she blacked out.

Lilly woke up, weary and dazed, and found herself in the middle of a dark bedroom. She could make out a king-sized bed in front of her, and a desk, next to it.

Not only was it dark, the room was also quite chilly. She looked down to her body, only to find that it was stripped bare, her arms and legs tied to some pole, though her mouth was free.

She yelled for help with all of her breath, but nobody came.

“Of course it was too good to be true! I’ve should’ve never come here - those rumors were right all along! And now I’m stuck here, all alone…” she whimpered.

“Do not fret, for you are not alone.” A soothing, silky voice cooed as the dozen of candles were lit, illuminating the figure that stood before Lilly.

“I do not wish to harm, only to improve.” The figure said in response to Lilly’s yelps of fear. The figure appeared to be a woman, one that couldn’t be a decade or two older than Lilly. Her long, silky black hair was neatly kept, including the bangs that almost covered her eyebrows. She wore an off-shoulder dark purple dress that extended past her knees. Her eyes were dripping in shades of purple. She also wore a pair of dark purple high heels, lipstick, and fingernails, along with an expression that seemed too patient and calm for someone who had just captured a thief rampaging their mansion.

“L-look, I’m sorry for breaking in, okay?! I just needed to sell some rare stuff that’ll pay off my student loans! You- you can even have them back and I’ll never step near this place ever again! Just please, please don’t hurt me…” Lilly whimpered.

The woman in front of her looked amused.

“Look at you, begging me to spare you. Hurt you? Why would I hurt you? You’re perfect!”

“Perfect?”

“You’re just the right candidate for my new position.”

“Position- you mean, a job?”

“Hm, something like that. Let me introduce myself: name is Francesca. I have resided in this manor for centuries, due to a curse that had allowed me to live for eternity, but only within the confines of these halls, as if I were to step outside, I would cease to exist. And so, throughout the centuries, many humans have enjoyed ravaging my mansion as if it’s an open house. And although I do adore scaring them away, some humans need much more than the freight I gave just you mere hours ago. And besides, there are some family secrets that need…protecting”

“So you’re looking for…a bodyguard?”

“Indeed. And you could join me, if you’d like, living a life of full luxury, with all of your needs met, and more.” She said with a wink. Lilly managed to suppress a blush.

“No need to worry about any bills or rent - I have all that taken care of, as you would be under my wing, as my servant, my protector. And I’ll be your mistress. Or, you could go on your merry way, and go back to your old life and all of the burdens that come with it.”

Lilly didn’t want to actually join - she just wanted to appease this strange woman and find a way to escape later.

“You know what? I…I think I’ll take you up on your offer.”

The woman perked up. “How wonderful! Let’s get started, shall we?”

Her purple eyes glowed as she walked toward Lilly. “All you have to do is look into my eyes.”

Lilly looked into the woman’s eyes, the purple hue reigning over them.

Suddenly, Lilly felt strange, as if her body was revolting against her, as if it was coming apart and being molded back together again.

“What…what the hell?! What are you doing to me?!” Lilly exclaimed, her voice straining against itself, her shoulders cracking as they broadened.

“I’m just making a better version of you! Someone needs to teach you a lesson concerning leaving alone things that are not yours. And in return, I get a strong, muscular man to take of trespassers when necessary, so it’s a win-win for both of us, is it not?”

“What are you talking about- agh!” Lilly was caught off guard by her shrinking chest, watching as her modest breasts withered away, as if invisible hands were pushing them into her chest, until they were completely flat, accompanied by broader shoulders and a slightly taller frame.

“Now, how did that feel? Better, right?” The lady asked as she came from behind to place her hands on Lilly’s now flat chest. At the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but feel like a weight was taken off of her, but she immediately pushed that thought back to where it belong.

“No! This is…this is all wrong! Let me go, please!” she yelled, barely even noticing that her voice had become slightly deeper.

“You have it all backwards, Liam.” Francesca said as she watched her prisoner’s body grow taller and bigger, her muscles becoming more defined, as she strained to stop the changes. “You need to let Lilly go, along with all of your other burdens, so you can finally be free.”

“HOw-” She paused at the sound of her voice cracking, a sign that she couldn’t hold back the tide of masculinization for much longer. And that name, Liam - it made her feel fuzzy inside, as much she didn’t want to admit it. “What…what the fuck are you talking about?! And who the hell is Liam?!”

“Well, Liam is a man who has a deep, sexy voice.” Francesca said as Lilly’s voice finally gave way, her voice dropping to accompany the Adam’s that jutted out of his throat.

“And, he has long, beautiful, silky hair.”

She tucked a lock of hair behind Lilly’s ear as her blonde hair was lengthening, the ponytail that it was kept in place no longer being able to hold in place, as the band broke apart, fully allowing her hair to flow over Lilly’s broadening back and shoulders. Lilly shivered as her soft hair tickled her backside.

“And he is such a looker!” said Francesca as she moved her hand to the back of Lilly’s neck, as the edges of her face became sharper, and stubble formed on his chin.

Lilly looked down at the strange yet alluring woman that was now face to face with her prisoner. Her soft lips were so close to Lilly’s, her eye’s purple hue darting from being locked with Lilly’s to her lips, whose huffs was echoing her new deep voice. Lilly couldn’t help but find her teasing, her tall, imposing stature, and her hand against her face almost hypnotizing. She imagined just giving in and kissing her, but shook off that thought as quickly as it started.

Francesca, as if reading Lilly’s mind, moved off of Lilly, as she almost whimpered at the lack of affection.

“Not just yet, big boy! If you want my gift, you’re going to have to let go of your old self.”

“G-gift?” Lilly asked, her eyes lighting up.

Francesca chuckled. “There’s no point in resisting yourself, you’re only delaying the inevitable.” Francesca said, smirking. “Just let go of that poor girl and embrace your true essence!”

Lilly couldn’t deny that the creeping muscle, the growing body, her flat chest, the testosterone pumping through her veins - it all felt so good. Much better than the woman she was before. And the sparks she felt in her chest when she was teased by this tempting girl, calling her “he”, “boy”, “guy” or “man”, they all felt so right.

Lilly - now Liam - concluded that Francesca was correct. She gave him a body that he simply couldn’t resist.

And now, there was no turning back.

At last, after the long pushing, pulsing, and stretching of her body, her pecs pushed out of her chest, finally replacing the breasts he once had. The muscles in her arms and legs burst and strengthened under her skin. His lower abdomen finally gave way with six pack abs pushing out, as the last of his gentle curves melted away. His back and shoulders forced a final, sickening crack as she grew even taller, and her shoulders made one last push outwards, as Liam relished in his new form.

Francesca looked at him up and down, and licked her lips. “Perfect. Now, you are ready for my gift.”

She strutted over to Liam, and gave him a French kiss, one that was returned with even more passion.

“Now…are you ready to obey your mistress?”

Liam nodded profusely.

“Good boy” said Francesca, as she kissed his body from his neck to his pecs to his abs, stopping short at the valley between his legs. The changes brought on by the sweeping testosterone had made his once-small clit swell and lengthen, with slick starting to run down the peak of his thighs. He was so horny that he didn’t know what to do with himself and these new, buzzing feelings that were bursting from his crotch, to the point he was practically thrusting his hips, desperate for relief.

“Hungry now, are you? Well, in addition to my gift, I have a surprise for you.”

She began to flick his swollen clit, making Liam‘s breathes faster and heavier. The flicking sensation allowed his clit to grow, to the point Francesca had to go from using two fingers to four, then resorted to using her entire hand to stroke it, as blood rushed into the clit, making its transformation accelerate. Liam could barely stifle his grunts as the new, large thing pushed out of him. Accompanying his growing member was a pair of large, hairy testicles that descended from his former shaft. And after one last big push, his long rod and nests finally settled into place as Liam let out a groan.

Liam looked down at his new equipment - the nests between his legs were so sensitive, as were his pulsing, erect cock, which was at the mercy of Francesca’s soft, delicate hand.

“Wow, look at how big and hard you’ve become!” As Francesca positioned herself, she commanded him to not cum until she gave him permission. He happily obliged.

She slowly inserted her lips over his cock,
making him shiver in both anticipation and fear. He had never had a dick before, so he didn’t know what exactly to expect.

His mistress would put those thoughts to rest, after she paused her oral engagement and instead ran her hand over his cock, lubed up by her saliva.

As her hand motions grew faster and faster, Liam let out his deep moans, his voice rumbling in his chest. Liam had never felt this good, it was like he was seeing stars that had yet to even exist. Whether it was just the magic, or him starting to love his new body, all he knew was that this thing felt so much better than the clit and vagina it had replaced.

His moment of ecstasy was interrupted, as Francesca got up and took off her dark, sparkling purple dress, revealing her large breasts and soft, curvy body. She jumped on the bed and reached her hand out to Liam, as the magic ropes that had held him together came loose, dropping Liam to his feet.

“Come here, servant. I know that there’s more of you, begging to be set free.” She spread her legs like an open book, begging to be read.

“Take me.”

There was a part of Liam that knew that he could escape, knew that he could leave this place. But that part of him was already drowned out by the warm blanked that was his manhood, his newly minted masculinity. The woman that longed for his touch, with her dark, purple lips that taunted him, her pale skin that glistened in the moonlight, her purple eyes, endowed figure and her long, black hair, was all he cared about now.

He nearly leapt onto his mistress’s bed, kissing, biting, licking every inch that was available to him, consuming every inch of her body with his lust, as she did him. The fire that enveloped them made them sing to the stars, until they finally returned to earth, where they recounted their adventure.

“I can already tell you will be of great service to me, my servant” Francesca said as she rubbed her hand over Liam’s chest - smooth was it not, as tiny hairs had started to sprout from it.

Liam touched her hand, “mistress, after tonight…I can never go back. This is where I belong, now and forever, with you.”

As the mistress let her head fall onto her servant’s chest, the two of them fell asleep, embracing each other in their slumber.