The rest of the day went by in a blur. I grabbed the makeup on my shopping list from a different store. It was way easier than going into the women’s section at the mall had been for some reason. Maybe I was becoming desensitized, or maybe I was just too caught up in my own head to notice or care if people were staring at me.

I couldn’t stop thinking about what had just happened. My first day trying Her Point of View and I get more action than in the past month? It seemed too good to be true. My mind kept going back to the fact that I was supposed to be doing this because I was in love with Elena but I breezed past that, reasoning that I needed more experience if I was going to be a good lesbian fuck toy for her.

Where the fuck had that come from? I wasn’t the most dominant guy in the bedroom (this morning’s encounter with Jenna being a prime example), but I’d never thought of myself as a fuck toy before, let alone a lesbian. Still, it was a pretty hot idea though, now that I thought about it. Me in skimpy lingerie, tied down awaiting my Mistress’ pleasure, my tits straining against the ropes that bound them…

My train of thought was interrupted by walking into my front door. In my reverie I hadn’t realized that I was already home and quickly running out of stairs. I swore a little bit and fumbled with the keys, trying to unlock the door without dropping any of my new purchases.

Finally the door opened, and I rushed to my room and booted up my laptop. The bright pink homepage of Her Point of View greeted me, quickly replaced by the same blue screen and persistent flicker from last night. For some reason, it didn’t bother me as much this time.

“Hello Ashley! Please put on your headphones to continue!” the screen said. I obeyed, and the now-familiar smiley face and GOOD GIRL appeared. I smiled back at it, and new music started playing in my ears, just as catchy and upbeat as before but somehow more riveting. I just bopped my head to the beat and listened for a few minutes before looking at the screen again.

“Your next session will unlock in: 3 hours. In the meantime, why not practice today’s lessons?” Underneath was a bright pink YES button, again without a NO button in site. However good this site might be, they really needed to hire a better web designer. I clicked the button anyways. Might as well kill some time until I could continue my training.

A new window appeared with my face in it. I didn’t remember turning my webcam on, but it seemed to be working just fine so why worry?

A woman’s voice spoke into my ear, “In today’s exercise, we’re going to teach you how to properly use all the items you bought today. Make sure you have everything ready and available before continuing. Please say yes when you are ready to begin.” I quickly grabbed all my shopping bags and brought them over next to my desk. I sat back in front of the webcam and said, “Yes!”.

“Please stand up, and position yourself so that you can see your whole body in the camera,” said the voice. I did as she said and was rewarded by a change in the music, as it shifted from the catchy pop tune to something more slow, more sensual, with a powerful pulsing beat. I could feel my hips begin to move with the beat, and did nothing to stop them.

“Good girl,” she said and my whole body shuddered with pleasure as I remembered Jenna saying those same words right before giving me the best orgasm of my life. “Please remove your clothes in order for us to begin physical calibration.”

I did so without a second thought. There were no roommates to worry about, and it’s not as though I couldn’t trust the website completely. With the music pulsing in my ears and my hips already swaying, it become almost a strip tease as I let my body move how it wanted, just letting myself enjoy the feeling.

“Good girl,” the voice said again, and another shudder. Something about those words really got me going and I could feel myself starting to stiffen. “Please stand still.”

Suddenly, the room turned white and my body felt like it was on fire. As quickly as it started everything went back to normal and the fire on my skin went away as though it had never been. “Thank you for your cooperation,” the woman said. “We have now removed all hair on your body below your eyebrows using our proprietary WebCosmetic technology. Please take a moment to familiarize yourself with your new hairless body. The effects are permanent, so enjoy.”

I was utterly shocked. They had made my webcam shoot out who knows what kind of crazy x-ray thing and permanently removed all my hair just like that? What the fuck was that about? I was going to find these people and sue the shit out of them. You can’t just do that to somebody without their permission.

“Please relax and enjoy,” the voice repeated calmly, and it didn’t seem quite so bad anymore. I hadn’t had any plans to grow a beard or anything, and it would be nice not to have to shave every morning. I rubbed my legs against each other and I had to admit that they did feel pretty damn good. Maybe this wouldn’t be so terrible after all.

“Be a good girl,” she said and just then the music came to a sudden crescendo and immediately dropped so deep and so fast that I couldn’t help but drop with it, and then I wasn’t worrying about anything anymore. I closed my eyes and followed the voice and the music and didn’t think at all for a while.





Some amount of time later I opened my eyes. I was relaxed, lethargic, almost like I was high on something, and absolutely rock hard. The music was playing in my headphones, but I didn’t pay it much attention. It seemed right that it was there, just a normal part of the background.

I was wearing the clothes I had bought earlier that day. The jeans that clung to me like a second skin, the top that flowed around curves that weren’t there, the white lace panties that rubbed against the sensitive head of my aching cock every time I shifted. The jeans were velvet-soft against my newly hairless legs and I took a minute to enjoy the sensations. Finally, I looked at my face on the computer screen.

It was the same face I’d seen in the picture from the first day’s training; a beautiful androgynous version of my own with perfectly done up subtle pink lipstick and mascara and eyeliner that made my eyes look striking and utterly gorgeous. I even had the same smile as in the image, a sultry come hither look that challenged men and women alike to come and take me if they could. I almost questioned why I’d thought about men as well, but my mind fell back into the flow of the music before I could fully form the thought.

“Thank you for your cooperation. You have now completed your instruction on how to use all but one of the products you purchased today as part of your training. Future steps will expect you to be able to replicate this process yourself but you should find it simple now that you have been successfully instructed,” the calm woman said, her voice rising and falling along with the music.

I had done this myself? I suppose it was the only way it could have gotten on my face, but I’d never done anything like this before in my life. It must have been some fucking amazing instruction techniques to teach someone like me to make my face look like this.

“When you are ready to learn the proper usage of your final product, please say ‘Fuck me’” the voice said.

I started at that. What final product? I hadn’t bought anything else. And what kind of voice command was that? But seemingly outside of my control, my voice said in a surprisingly high and feminine voice that practically dripped sex, “Fuck me please.”

“Please take the final product out of its bag,” she said, and my hand moved to obey. I pulled out of a small pink bag that I didn’t remember getting a large realistic purple dildo that I definitely didn’t remember buying. The thing was maybe eight inches long with veins wrapped around the shaft, and a perfectly shaped mushroom head that was just begging for my lips to be wrapped around it and-

There it was again. These thoughts kept popping into my head. I definitely wasn’t thinking them. It wasn’t as though I wanted to suck this dick slowly and sensually, focusing on pleasing the imaginary man attached to it, and then slowly tease my ass with it and eventually fill myself with-

“Please lube up the product heavily. It’s important to use a great deal of lube to ensure product use goes smoothly,” the voice said, its words weaving through the music as though they were simply lyrics that had been there all along and were just now coming to the surface.

I obeyed, of course. I couldn’t disobey. I didn’t have enough control of my own body to fight back at this point. My limbs were moving with the music, following the path the voice set for me. Out of the same pink bag came a huge container of lube which I squeezed out liberally onto the dildo, using my hand to lovingly stroke the shaft as I spread the lube all over its length.

“Please insert the product into your pussy. Move slowly at first to avoid any damage, but you must fit the entire length of the product into your pussy in order to ensure proper testing.”

Pussy? What pussy? I wasn’t a girl yet! But my hands knew what the voice wanted. I went down on all fours and brought the lubed-up dildo to my now-hairless asshole and began to push it in, slowly, inexorably. The pressure was immense. I didn’t think there was any way for it to fit, but I just kept pushing until finally the head slipped inside my virgin ass. It hurt like nothing I had ever felt before. I began to scream as more and more of the cock filled my ass but my hands kept fucking me with this dildo even though my vision was starting to go black.

And then suddenly, the pain went away. I had pushed the dick most of the way inside me with only an inch or two still left out, and it didn’t hurt anymore. I only felt pleasantly filled, complete in a way.

And then it went away. I let out a little whimper of sadness before I could stop myself, but I pulled the dildo slowly out of my ass anyway and was left empty. Then suddenly and without warning, I shoved the cock back into me, pistoning my asshole with this massive dildo and it felt fucking amazing. It was even better than the blowjob I had gotten from Jenna just hours before. I began to moan now, not with pain but as a means of expressing this overwhelming pressure as I fucked myself to the music and the words of the voice and my cock just kept getting harder and harder. It was as if there was a direct line from the cock in my ass-pussy to my own dick, and the harder I fucked myself the more pure pleasure flowed through me like electricity until finally I writhed with a powerful orgasm, shooting buckets of cum out onto the ground while the cock kept pounding me, milking my prostate with every thrust.

Every muscle in my body gave out trembling and I collapsed, my face landing on one of the ropes of jizz that now coated the floor. Only the arm that held the dildo kept going, fucking me relentlessly. I came again and again lying there on the floor until finally my mind gave out, and everything went black.





Some amount of time later I opened my eyes. I was relaxed, lethargic, almost like I was high on something, and absolutely rock hard. There was no dildo, no little pink bag, no cum covering the floor. My ass didn’t hurt, my limbs seemed to be completely under my control, and it was as though nothing at all had happened.

My face was done up exactly like it had been in what must have been a dream, perfectly painted to the exact image from last night’s session, and I was wearing all the clothes I had bought (or rather stolen) earlier that day.

I don’t normally have dreams like that. Not even close. My last wet dream was when I was 13. And I’ve never dreamed something so lifelike. But the facts were the facts. I must have had some weird fantasy sex dream about being forced to fuck my ass with a dildo until I passed out. Perfectly normal, right?

A ding from the computer drew my attention, and the music that still played in my ears changed from the slow sensual song of earlier back to the normal happy tune.

“Congratulations Ashley! You have completed Step 1 on your way to seeing things from Her Point of View! Are you ready to continue?”

I licked my lips in anticipation, and tasted something salty and almost familiar. Whatever it was, it didn’t stop me from clicking the only button on the screen. I was ready to continue. I wanted to be trained.