Since I’m wealthy enough to afford just about anything I want, there are few fantasies I haven’t sampled, and this seemed exciting….
I found about the doctor-team on the net of course. Roger and Rita were an attractive married couple in their 30s, licensed physicians with extensive work in feminization and body modification, and they boasted on their site that they could provide a true out-of-body experience. Something about the notion of how it might feel to look totally feminine (just for a little while, of course!) struck a chord with me, so after some negotiation I agreed to play their fantasy game.
It was mid-morning when they came to my expensive house, dressed in professional-looking lab coats and tailored slacks. There were scads of papers to sign: release for medical treatment and some things I didn’t really understand, but by noon, the work on my body was complete: Creams, sensuously applied by Dr. Rita, had removed my body hair, leaving my skin smooth, silky and perfect. Shots gave me round bouncy breasts and bottom. Indelible makeup provided me with a cute feminine face, topped by a stylish feminine hairdo. And over my privates, she locked a tiny chastity device, embarrassingly small. Looking at myself this way, I marveled at how totally transformed I was.
“No one would even recognize me like this!” I cooed in my new, soft, femmish voice as I moved my arms to cover my sexy curves..
“No they wouldn’t,” Rita gave me an odd smile as Roger picked up some things from a bag, “But that’s just the start of your experience…”
“Okay, I’ve dabbled bit in bondage,” I said as Roger approached me with what looked like straps and a collar, “but I never cared for it much…”
“But it’s part of the total package!” Roger insisted.
“And you signed on for it!” Rita added, holding up one of those papers I had signed.
Well, I figured resistance was futile, and besides, this was just a game and soon it would be over and I’d be back to my old male self. Meekly, I submitted as Roger applied the bondage…
Oooo! Arms bound with my fists into my armpits, so I could only wave my elbows like wings! Some kind of feathered arm-binders, went over this, adding to the bizarre, exotic look. Bright yellow high heels on my feet tied with short, tinkling chains to my chastity belt so I had to stay on my knees! I could duck-walk, but that was all, and I blushed, realizing what a silly/sexy sight I made parading around this way, my bare breasts bouncing in front and my equally nude bottom wiggling behind me! The bright-colored feathered arm sheaths waved wildly about as I tried to move around this way, emphasizing my bizarre condition.
Rita added some kind of brightly-plumed headgear, a tight-fitting hood that covered the upper half of my face in yellow feathers and made my eyes look wide and helpless… and over my nose was a sponge-rubber beak!
Roger brought in a full-length mirror, and the sight of me waddling around in this bizarre get-up—totally femme, exotically bird-like and comically helpless—set them to laughing heartily… and filled me with a dizzying sense of erotic identity-loss: was this odd creature flapping about before the mirror really ME?!?
“R-Rita,” I bleated, “I-I’m not sure about this…”
She just smiled and slowly, seductively, peeled off her professional-looking lab coat and white slacks. Now in just brief pink-silk panties, she crouched down, her firm, well-shaped titties nearly in my feathered face.
“You mean you don’t like thi-i-is?” She reached out and began fondling my new breasts, hefting them, weighing them in her hands and tickling the nipples expertly with knowing fingers. I moaned, thrilled at the contact, feeling myself arouse… and then I GROANED as my cock, trying to swell in the tiny chastity device, squeezed my balls painfully!
“Ohhhh!” My voice sounded high and feminine, “It’s wonderfulll! I mean-Ahhh!—It hurts! Take it off! Get me out of this!”
“Awww…” Rita cooed sympathetically as she flaunted her shapely breasts in my bird-like face, “Are you so femme now you don’t find me sexy? Perhaps you’d prefer Roger’s attentions?”
Suddenly I felt a man’s hands on my bare bottom! And then I SQUAWKED! As he darted a finger between my cheeks! I jumped as best I could in my bondage and protested, “NO! I’m not into this at all! I said to get me out of this!”
“You’re not in any position to be giving orders,” Roger stepped in front of me and I shivered as I saw he had stripped down to short denim cut-offs. “In fact, I don’t think you should be talking much at all…”
He slipped something between my teeth: a ring of hard plastic, molded like one of those mouth-guards, except that this one went over my upper and lower teeth… holding my mouth open!
And there was some kind of glue on it—I couldn’t get it out!
“Wha-whaaa ooo dooin’ a leee?”
“What are we doing to you?” Rita teased, “Is that what you’re trying to say, Sweets? Well it’s just another step in your loss of identity: You started out this morning as a wealthy, powerful man, but now you’re all femmie and mostly nude, except for those silly bondage things we put you in! And now you can’t even talk! Polly want a cracker?”
“Gedd nee oudd uhh diss!”
“What’s that?” she teased, “You’re hungry? Well here…”
She took a can of whipped cream and sprayed a bit on her left nipple. Then held it close to me. “Come on, Polly, lick it off now or Momma will spank!”
The incredibly sexy look of her and the incredibly helpless feel of <em>me</em> gave me a dizzying sensation as I meekly duck-walked to her and began licking the whipped cream off her nipple with my forced-open mouth. Somehow, despite my shame and discomfort, it as incredibly erotic…. which caused a fresh wave of crushing agony in my caged crotch!
Rita giggled at my pain, sat her pantied bottom in a comfortable chair and extended crossed one leg. Slowly, smiling seductively, she sprayed whipped cream onto her toes, then extended them imperiously out toward me. “Lick it off, Pollie! Do a nice job now, and maybe I’ll giver you a cracker!
I hesitated. Then
A burst of pain fired across my bare bottom as Roger swatted it with a supple cane! I twisted around as best I could to stare pleadingly up at him.
“Obey your new owners, Pet,” he smiled, nastily, “You don’t want to earn any punishment, do you?”
I most certainly did NOT! Eagerly, I duck-walked across the room to Rita’s chair and hungrily sucked her toes. I felt myself turning red from head to toe, but in my dizzy new identity, I couldn’t tell if it was shame or passion!
Soon Roger and Rita had me flapping about the place on a hundred shameful errands: racing from one room to the next, times with a stop-watch; climbing the carpeted stairs ( nearly impossible in this fix!) lapping berries and cream from a bowl on the floor, and finally using my mouth to pick up their discarded underwear from the floor when they finished making love in my luxurious bed!
It was late afternoon when they finally dressed in normal street attire. Then my coiffed hair stood on end as I heard a noise outside!
Roger glanced at his watch. “Right on time.”
Somehow they got me downstairs, still in my feathered fix, and as I shivered in horror, Roger went to let someone in!
Desperately, I waddled and flapped into the next room as a husky male voice said, “Ready to load the truck, sir!”
Men came into the house. Big, strapping, sweaty guys in work clothes. Guys who would see me—like THIS! Panic-struck, I scrambled as best I could to the farthest part of the house, arms flapping, butt wiggling, and breasts bouncing wildly!.
“What’s wrong, Pet?” It was Rita, grinning down at me as she stood there in a casual, sexy dress, with that just-fucked glow still about her. “Feeling shy?”
“Lehghee loose!” I tried to say let me loose, tried to demand that they untie me and let me look male again and ask what these men were doing in my house—but what came out of my forced-open mouth was mostly unintelligible squawking! Terribly frustrated, ashamed… and somehow still incredibly horny, I jumped and flapped about, trying to communicate.
Rita laughed heartily and leaned down to soothe my feathers, a gesture that showed off her shapely breasts. “Puzzled, Pollie?” she teased, “Don’t you see what they’re doing?”
They were taking stuff out of my house and loading it onto a truck. Neighbors across the street were curious and Roger was showing them the paperwork and explaining that I was moving.
I was terrified my neighbors might come in and see me this way, or that the burley men carrying away my possessions would discover me, but Rita just giggled.
As I crouched there with the burly moving men casting odd looks at my yellow and green plumage, expressions that mixed curiousity, disrespect, and an interest that frightened me, I noticed some of the items they were taking. There went my golf clubs. I pictured myself with my buddies on the course, laughing and talking about women. What if those guys could see me now? The thought gave me chills. And there went my gym bag. I would never get to work out again, I was certain. The pair that had transformed me wouldn’t want me to have masculine muscles. No, they preferred me soft and weak. And what about whoever it was that they were taking me to? Tears formed in my eyes. She noticed and dabbed them away with one of the fine silk handkerchiefs that used to be mine.
“Now, now,” she said soothingly. “You wouldn’t want to damage your pretty mask. After all, your new owner specified that he wants you in this avian identity. It seems he has a specialized taste for a femmed up male in chastity, dressed this way, unable to free himself.” She chuckled nastily. “I wonder what he’s going to do with you, pretty bird? And I’ll bet you’re wondering, too.”
My mind filled with terrible images of the fate that might await me. Penniless, girlified, made over into this bizarre bird form. Would he keep me outdoors, on a human sized perch? Would he show me of to others who shared his outre tastes? And what would they make me do for them? What would they DO to ME??? I made a sad ululating sound through the ring that stretched my mouth wide. She adjusted my sponge rubber beak, patted my smooth beardless jawline, and said, “Time to fly, pretty bird. Say goodbye to your home. We own it now. Say goodbye to your old life. It doesn’t exist anymore. And say hello to —” She smirked down at me where I cowered in my bondage. “But that would spoil the surprise, wouldn’t it?”
Time passed. The men stripped my house bare and departed. In another room, Roger was on his cell phone discussing transfer of my property and assets to another account.
I was in a cage that left me no room to straighten up. Rita looked at me through the bars in a vey erotic way and said the next part of the game was to sell me to a collector. “Now that you own nothing any more, you’re only value is this cute little body of yours! Wasn’t it sweet of us to make you look so sexy and exotic?” She reached a hand through the bars and toyed with my left breast. Despite the awfulness of my situation, I moaned with arousal—and pain from the tiny chastity device!
More time passed. Agonizing, frustrating, horribly erotic time. Finally Roger came in. “Ready to load her on the van!” he beamed.
“Isn’t she sweet, Dear?” Rita rose from where she’d been leaning over my cage. “I brought her to tears three times! First by just playing with her sexy breasts till the pain in that c-belt was unbearable, then by making her suck my toes again… and the last time just by giving her a cracker!”
She looked smilingly down at me, trapped nude, feminized and bird-like in that tiny cage. Stripped of my house, clothes, possessions—my very identity gone!
“Polly wanna cracker?” she cooed.
8 thoughts on “Poor Polly by Clinton Crayle”
Very hot and sexy. I wasn’t really into the bird aspect, but the bondage and humilation were amazing. I’d love to see a sequel.
Not sure about a sequel to that one but another new story from c.c. is being uploaded as we speak.
wonderful original take on the sissy fantasy C.C.. You havent lost your touch, it has become more exciting.
Always eager to read another cc creation, never predictable in exciting ways. Love the way assumed powerful and influential, becomes humiliated, powerless and excited in part of their own fates.
Thank for another tale (tail)
Isnt it wonderful to have C.C. back and firing on all cylinders!
Hope you find time to check his other new stories.
Wow! Not into the bird thing, per se, but it sure was different! C.C. usually wound up as a dog (female) in the old days, but I guess tastes change with age. . .
Curiously this was an idea I had in my head for many years but never wrote it. So I guess the bird humiliation thingee appeals to more than the wonderful C.C.
Super story. I love how completely you trap your victim in his new life. His new owner will be so happy with Polly.