Her Point of View

Chapter 4

by TheGayestSeason

Tags: #brainwashing #pov:bottom #transformation #transgender_characters #f/f #m/f #sub:female

I rushed through a shower, breakfast, and only spent time on getting dressed because it was absolutely impossible to put on my new clothes in a rush. I had to stop and look at myself every couple of moments, reveling in how pretty I was. The pain from last night mostly forgotten, I was basking in my own newfound radiance. My top rubbed against the two small nubs on my chest that had appeared sometime that morning, and I let out a soft feminine moan. My nipples were getting crazy sensitive for some reason.



It took all of my self-control not to just give up and start masturbating, enjoying the sensation of playing with myself. But I had a goal today. I was on a mission. It was going to be my very first girl’s day out!



The text from Jenna had been an invitation. She was going out with a few of her girlfriends and wanted to know if I’d like to tag along. I was completely terrified of course, but I said yes. If I wanted Elena to like me, I had to learn to act like a girl, not just look like one. No matter how scary it was, this seemed like the best way to go about it. I’d be lying if I said it had nothing to do with wanting to see Jenna again, but I pushed that thought to the back of my head. This was about Elena, at the end of the day. Still, would it be such a bad thing if I got some practice in? Preferably the same kind of practice we did in the changing room at the mall yesterday.



Somehow I managed to make it out the door without stopping to jack off thinking about that amazing blow job I’d had. It was a close thing, but I made it. The bus ride downtown was more than a little awkward. I got stares from a few people, and a cute little kid turned to her mom and asked “Mommy, is that person a boy or a girl?” The mom shushed her quickly, but I was already blushing a deep red.

Eventually though I arrived and as soon as I got off the bus, I saw Jenna. She was just across the street, talking to two other girls, laughing at something one of them had said. I stared awkwardly, unsure how to approach the situation but the decision was taken from me as she turned and smiled at me, waving for me to come over. If I could have gotten away with it, I’d have run away, but it was too late at that point. I was committed.



“Hey Ashley! You look amazing!” she said, beaming at me. “Oh, these are my friends, Lavender and Vivian. Lavender, Vee, this is Ashley, the girl I told you about.”



The one who I supposed was Lavender said, “So you’re the famous changing room girl huh?” She turned to Jenna “I take back everything I said about you being a total slut. She’s too adorable not to fuck.”



By this point I was blushing a bright pink. My face felt like it was on fire. Vivian walked over to me and put a hand on my shoulder sympathetically. “Don’t let Lavender get you down, Ashley. She’s just jealous.”



“Hey, I can’t help it if I’ve got a thing for poor defenseless creatures! Would you walk away from a poor half-drowned tiny kitten? No! You take it in, dry it off, and hold it close to your bosom to warm it up. Same instinct applies to pathetically cute lesbians!”



“Not that I’m objecting to snuggling up to your ample bosom,” I interjected, “but maybe we should save that for after lunch? This half-drowned kitten also happens to be starving.”



Everyone laughed at that, and I smiled. This wasn’t so different from the banter I had with James and Alex really. I could see myself fitting in with these girls, maybe getting to be real friends eventually. I hadn’t made any friends by myself in years, always sort of inheriting them from the friends I already had. I felt more confident with Jenna and the rest for whatever reason. It was nice.



Lavender led the way to a new sushi place she’d found, walking ahead while we followed along after her in a line like baby ducks. In this flock though, I was definitely the ugly duckling. I looked good, don’t get me wrong. I looked like that idealized androgynous version of myself I’d seen the first night I went to Her Point of View. But compared to these girls…

Jenna was just as beautiful as before, her blue-black pixie cut framing a smiling face with eyes almost the same green as mine, but deeper somehow. And, of course, her lithe slender body, almost boyish yet undeniably feminine.



Next to Jenna, Vivian (or Vee as she insisted I call her) was so fiery as to be almost blinding. Her long red hair fell past her waist, with freckles dotting every inch of skin that I could see. She was taller than all of us, with a willowy frame. She could have been a model with those legs. I told her that, and she laughed and said “Never again. The pay is great, but goddamn it’s mind numbing stuff. Wear this, wear that, look this way, no with more mystique this time. Ugh. Not worth it”.



And then there was Lavender, leading us all and giving us a frankly irresistible view of her ample ass. She was much curvier than her more waifish friends, filling out her jeans and almost spilling out of her top. I couldn’t say for sure, but she might have the biggest boobs I’d ever seen in real life. They didn’t look out of place on her, not like she’d had surgery or anything. The only word I could think of to describe her accurately was voluptuous, like she belonged in some old Renaissance painting. Except for her hair, of course. Shoulder length and swept back, it was dyed a silvery blue that matched perfectly the ice of her eyes. I marveled to myself at how I had come to be surrounded by such beautiful women in just a few short days.



Lunch was amazing, the best sushi I’d eaten in years. The company may have had something to do with that. Everything felt so easy. There was none of the usual awkwardness I felt in social situations, no more staying silent while others talked around me. I felt happy, free in a way that I’d never really felt before. The only near awkward moment came when Jenna asked me “So I gotta say Ashley, I’m really fucking impressed. Where did you learn how to do make up like that? You look like, ten times as pretty as you did yesterday!”



I stammered out “O-Online. I learned online.”



“Well damn you’re a quick study! Not to imply that you weren’t pretty yesterday or anything, because you definitely were. But damn. You look amazing.”



“Get a room you two,” yelled Lavender good-naturedly, and just like that things were back to normal.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. We walked, talked, shopped, and ate our way all around town. Finally, we settled down in a bar around nine, and started to drink.



Something you need to know about me. I am a complete lightweight. One or two drinks is all it takes to get me totally buzzed, and anything after that I start acting like a moron. When I go out with the guys, I usually nurse a beer through the whole evening and deal with the consequent teasing. That night though, I was having too good of a time and so I got completely and totally smashed. Thankfully, I wasn’t the only one. Jenna and Lavender were both just as toasted as I was, with Vee only just behind us.



“I’ll get the next round,” I slurred out, and made to rise.



“Ashley sweetheart, if you go on your own you’re gonna spill all the booze on the ground,” said Vivian. “I’ll come with.”



We made our way to the bar, me leaning on her more than a little bit, and ordered our drinks. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my ass. I froze up, unsure of what to do. Vivian looked at me confused, then understanding dawned on her.



“Hey asshole!” She said, looming over me to glare at the man who had started to grope me. “You better back the fuck away from my friend.”



He laughed, and took his hand away. “Just couldn’t help myself I’m afraid. Turn into a bit of an animal around gorgeous women. Primal, if you know what I mean.” He turned and walked away from us, never quite entering my field of view.



Our drinks arrived, and Vivian grabbed the tray and whisked me back towards our table. “I’m really sorry that happened, honey. Unfortunately, it’s a fact of life for girls like us” she said, her voice sympathetic. “Coulda been worse. At least this douche backed off when I called him on it.”



Truth be told, I didn’t need much comforting. It had been awkward, sure. I’d frozen up completely, unsure of what to do or how to react. But I wasn’t scared or anything. I didn’t feel violated. I wondered if that was because I was just pretending to be a girl so I could make Elena fall in love with me. I had an extra layer of separation from this whole thing. It explained why it didn’t quite feel real.



The one thing that I couldn’t explain was why I was so hard.



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A few hours later, we stumbled out of the bar, leaning on each other and laughing our asses off. We were the stereotypical image of college girls, too drunk to walk in a straight line and relying on the fact that if we all leaned generally inwards, hopefully none of us would fall down. We dropped off Vee at her house downtown, and Jenna, Lavender and I started the slow, meandering trek back towards campus.



We walked Jenna up to her apartment, but once inside our sudden stop made Lavender stumble into me, her hand grasping at my chest in a desperate attempt for balance. Her hand managed to tweak my nipple on her way down to the ground and I let out a high-pitched moan at the unexpected shock of pleasure.



“Goddamn it, girl,” she slurred from her position prone on the floor, “you are just too fucking adorable. Jenna, can I borrow her please?”



This sent Jenna off in a fit of drunken giggles, which naturally spread to me and Lavender. We must have stood there laughing like idiots for a solid five minutes before I finally managed to catch my breath.



“Sorry Lavender,” I gasped out in between bouts of laughter, “I’m not gonna fuck another girl in front of the chick I just banged yesterday. That’s just rude. Besides, I think Jenna and I really formed a profound connection in that mall changing room and I could never disrespect that.” I couldn’t keep it in any longer. Peals of laughter poured out of me and spread to the others, until we were all lying on the floor, desperately trying to breathe.



“Who-” Lavender sputtered out, “who said she-she couldn’t join in too.”



As soon as she finished her sentence we all immediately sobered up. “Are you serious, Lavender?” asked Jenna. I was too stunned to speak.



“I mean, yeah, maybe. It’s not like a big deal or anything, but if you wanted to I’d be down.” she mumbled, clearly embarrassed.



“What about you Ashley?”



What the fuck are you supposed to say to that? Do you play it off like it’s nothing? Take it really seriously? You sure as hell can’t say no. I managed a quick nod. Good enough.



“Then uh,” Jenna said, blushing a bright pink, “what do you ladies say to us taking it to the bedroom?”



That’s when the music came back. It had never been gone, really, playing softly just beyond the limits of my conscious perception. But it was back in full force now, and I felt it lifting me up, freeing me from the fear that kept me glued to the floor. I stood up, pulled Lavender and Jenna to their feet and led them by the hand into Jenna’s bedroom, where a single mattress lay lying on the floor.



“Hey now sweetie, you don’t get to be the one in charge here,” said Lavender. She pushed me onto the bed, and I went sprawling with a little yelp of surprise. The music didn’t stop though, so I wasn’t worried.



Lavender crawled on top of me, pinning me to the mattress. Jenna piped up from behind her, “Hey now wait up. You can’t get started without a bit of a show first.” Lavender moved me around, ending up with me sitting in front of her, her legs stretched out around me, my ass pushed into her groin, my head resting back against her incredible breasts. Jenna gave us an evil grin, and started to dance, slow and sensuous. Every moment she made caught my eye, drawing my gaze to her long smooth legs, her slim chest, the inch of skin revealed when she raised her arms above her head and her top rose up. I was riveted, mesmerized. Her motions twined with the music, filling my head so that all I could think about was her.



And then something else began to clamor for my attention. Lavender had reached her hand around, sliding it up and underneath my shirt, slowly massaging my nipples gently at first, then harder and more demanding. I moaned, and she whispered into my ear “That’s a good girl. I could tell by looking at you that you were a sub, and luckily for you I’m here to take charge. All I need you to do is obey me and you’ll have the best night of your life. Think you can do that?”



I was panting with arousal. Her words seemed to drill deep into my head, each one wrapped in the notes of the unending music. Jenna slowly raised her top, revealing just a glimpse of her pert breasts. I couldn’t think. Lavender’s hand pinched my nipple hard, and I cried out. Jenna just kept smiling and dancing, lost in a world of her own.



“I need an answer, pet. Do you want to obey me or not?”



“Yes, oh god yes. Please.”



“Very good girl,” she said, her voice a low purr. I felt her other hand slide slowly, maddeningly slowly down my stomach until it finally wrapped itself around my straining cock. “Now I want you to keep watching Jenna for me. Jenna dear, I think it’s time you sped this up a bit. Ashley here needs to return the favor you did for her yesterday.”



Too aroused to think through what she was saying, I found it easier to just obey. I kept watching as Jenna giggled, then returned to her dance, moving faster this time. Her top came off almost immediately, revealing two perky round breasts, each one no bigger than a handful, but deliciously shaped. She moved her hands down to her jeans, undoing the zipper and peeling them off her long shapely legs.



“Underwear too Jenna. Ashley here isn’t the only one obeying tonight.” Jenna obeyed, blushing furiously. She shared a look with me that combined both embarrassment and extreme arousal. She was getting as turned on from this as I was. “Now Jenna, why don’t you come forward a little. Good girl. And Ashley, be a good pet and get on all fours.”



Still lost in my pleasurable haze, I didn’t even realize I had been addressed until I felt another sharp pinch from my nipple. I hurried to obey, getting on my hands and knees on the bed. This put my head right at the level of Jenna’s pussy, and I could see that she was dripping wet. Without needing to be told, I buried my face in her soaking cunt, licking as fast as I could. Jenna pulled my head closer, shoving my face into her pussy until I could barely breathe. She tasted delicious and the music in my ears told me that this was where I belonged. Or no, that must have been Lavender. There were no lyrics to the music.



I felt a tongue suddenly draw itself lightly across my asshole. I was incredibly sensitive, and so I let out another moan. The vibrations must have helped Jenna along because she pulled my hair in an effort to draw me closer and bucked her hips wildly against my face. I could feel her spasming as she orgasmed on my tongue. I kept going, of course. I hadn’t been told to stop, and besides Jenna didn’t seem like she was going to let go of my hair anytime soon.



“You’re doing a very good job, Ashley,” whispered Lavender into my ear. “I think you deserve a reward.” And then her tongue was back at my ass, licking my sensitive hole, pushing itself inside me. It was heaven, and I moaned my prayers into the dripping pussy I was worshipping. Suddenly, it was gone. I let out a whimper of confusion, and received a sharp slap on the ass for my misbehavior. Then there was a cold wetness spreading over my asshole. I felt fingers push into me, spreading the lube inside my ass. Then there was a fullness, an almost familiar feeling as Lavender pushed the tip of a huge butt plug inside me. I felt like I should scream, but I just kept moaning instead. There was nothing to worry about. It wasn’t like this was the first time I’d had a toy in my ass. No, wait, it was. I’d never done this before. Had I?



Lavender kept pushing, and slowly, inexorably, the plug entered my ass. I was stretched out almost to the breaking point, and then finally it was all the way in. I felt full, complete. It was a lazy sort of pleasure, like falling asleep in the afternoon sun. It wasn’t even really sexual. It just felt like the way I should be.



And then she turned on the vibration. I went insane. My mind was overwhelmed by waves of ecstasy emanating from the plug filling my throbbing ass, and all thoughts left me. I couldn’t even hear the music over the sheer liquid joy that suffused me. It was still there, of course. The music never really left.



Somehow, even with this mind-boggling pleasure, I couldn’t orgasm. I was right on the edge, just barely about to cum, but something was missing. I needed someone to touch my cock. Even one stroke would do it. All Lavender had to do was let the tip of her finger brush my aching cock and I would explode all over her hand. But she didn’t. She teased me, toyed with me, enjoyed my exquisite ecstatic torture.





I wasn’t allowed to cum that night. I became a mindless puppet for my new mistress, the sheer pleasure leaving my mind blank and empty. For the rest of the night, I did whatever I was told, and licked whatever pussy was put in front of me, all in this mindless haze. It was, up to that point, the best night of my life. All I had to do was let somebody else do the thinking for me.

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