James proved to be something of a disappointment. To my chagrin, nothing I could do made any significant progress towards my goal of making him hard enough for me to fuck. That was all that I wanted in that moment. My mind was completely and utterly focused on the thought of feeling his cock inside me, any way I could. I teased him with my tongue and fingers, stripped down for him, grinded my ass against his groin, but it didn’t make any difference. He was still limp.

    Eventually I gave up, pouted at him and said “Well if we’re not going to have any more fun today I guess I’ll get going. Give me a call sometime though. Oh, and work on your stamina.” I winked at him, pulled on my clothes and was out the door before he stopped spluttering with embarrassment. Guys could be so adorable sometimes.

    Thoughts like those fascinated me now. They kept coming, more and more frequently. Guys are so cute. I could really use a cock in my ass right now. James’ cum was so tasty, I couldn’t wait till I could get another load. I could tell logically that I wouldn’t have had those thoughts in a million years just yesterday, but there was no emotional response. They just made sense now. I let them float into my head, pondered them, and eventually accepted them, realizing that this was just how I was now. I was a slut.

    I called Jenna and tried to explain my new realizations to her, but I think she was busy and blew me off pretty fast. Judging by the moans I could hear coming through the phone, she probably wasn’t paying much attention anyways. It sounded like she and Lavender were otherwise occupied.

    And so I did what anyone would do in this kind of situation. I went home and masturbated my brains out while waiting for the next step in my training to unlock. It was wonderful. No matter how many times I came, shooting spurts of cum out of my aching cock, I never stopped being horny. Even when my dick could maintain an erection no longer, I still rubbed and massaged it, tweaking my nipples until I came, still limp, the jizz soaking into my brand new panties. I didn’t remember buying any new clothes since the mall where I met Jenna, but it must have happened sometime during my outing with the girls. That whole day was a bit of a haze anyways.

    After this last orgasm, I roused from my pleasurable haze just long enough to see that I’d been doing all this in front of my laptop, and the webcam light was on. A cold sweat broke out across my back. What if somebody had seen? Had I accidentally called one of my friends?

    A quick check revealed that no, I was safe. The light was on, but there were no programs open that used it. Just the website, still open from my training the night before.

    But wait a minute. Last night I had done my training on Jenna’s computer. That had sparked the whole fiasco that ended with them doing the training of their own. Just thinking of it brought back visions of me on my knees, worshipping them, pleasuring them, helping them understand who they truly were. I almost lost my train of thought and went back to masturbating, the haze rising up to consume my brain again, but I pulled myself back to reality.

    Had I left the website open, along with my laptop, for two full days? That didn’t seem likely, but it was the only possible explanation. Wasn’t it?

    Slightly creeped out, I moved to turn the laptop around, facing the webcam towards the wall. As soon as my hand reached out to shift it, the woman spoke to me.

    “Congratulations Ashley! You’re ready to begin Step 4 of your training! Are you ready to continue?”

    My hand fell back to my side limply, as I obediently replied “Yes ma’am,” and sat down in front of the computer. Now that training had started, there was absolutely nothing to worry about.

    “Before we begin, please look at the screen for a brief refresher on where you are in your treatments,” she said, her voice washing over me like a cool wave. 

    Sure enough, the familiar words were there over the flickering background, although they had changed somewhat.

HER POINT OF VIEW: BODY MODIFICATION PROCEDURES:

1. Body/Facial Hair Removal - complete
2. Facial Restructuring - complete
3. Body Remodeling - complete
4. NEW- Voice Alteration
5. NEW- Sexual Accommodation Adjustments
6. -Locked until Step 7-

    Body remodeling was complete? I looked down at myself, at my new perfect boobs, each an overflowing handful with a perfect pink eraser sized nipple at the end. Down my smooth back, following the curves of my waist to my now-ample hips, my luscious ass, my hairless and slender legs. I could feel my arousal growing just looking at myself. I guess the body remodeling was complete, and the thought made me grin. Strange though. I couldn’t remember ever beginning that particular procedure. I couldn’t ponder any further before my attention was sucked back to the screen. I couldn’t look away for too long. I might miss some important training. 

    “Excuse me ma’am? Could you please tell me what these new procedures are?” I asked, my voice tremulous. It was the first time I could remember asking permission of the woman, and I was scared about what I would do if she said no. I couldn’t give up on the program. Not now. Not when I was so close to my goal, to becoming Elena’s perfect slu- lover. Her perfect lover.

    “Of course you may Ashley. It’s very good of you to ask though. Good girls always ask permission,” she said, her voice a soft purr that sent delightful shivers up my spine. “The first, Voice Alteration, will modify your vocal cords as well as a few other areas in order to achieve a more feminine expression of speech. This includes changing your pitch, resonance, and patterns of speech. The reason for this process is simply to make it easier for you to live your life as a girl, and thus be able to spend it with Elena. You do want to be with Elena, don’t you Ashley?”

    “Yes of course ma’am!” I blurted out as fast as I could. I couldn’t give the woman any reason to doubt my commitment. She might stop the training.

    “Wonderful! Thank you for consenting so quickly! That procedure will begin immediately as soon as we’ve finished this conversation.”

    Wait a minute. I hadn’t consented. Had I? She was talking so fast, it was hard for me to focus. And the music had started up again at some point. Strange how I couldn’t remember when. 

    “The other procedure, Sexual Accomodation Adjustments, simply makes a few changes to your physiology in order to better facilitate a feminine sex life. Surely you have noticed your newfound desire for penetration?”

    I thought back to James, and myself all but begging him to get hard enough to stick his cock up my ass, and blushed a scarlet red.

    “That’s perfectly normal. This procedure will just make this completely normal act more simple and pleasurable. Features include self-lubrication, enhancing your body’s natural elasticity so you can insert larger objects without risk of tearing, automatic cleaning so you have no need to use an enema, as well as several others. There are no downsides or side effects, and this procedure is mandatory in order for you to finish your training. Please say yes ma’am when you are ready to begin.”

    I had been trained so well by this point that the words left my mouth before I finished consciously processing what she had told me. “Yes ma’am.”

    “Very good girl Ashley. Now, in your previous sessions you expressed some discomfort with the temporary pain caused by the procedure, correct?”

    I thought back to how it felt when my face had changed, the fire that razed across my skin, and shuddered. “Yes ma’am.”

    “Then there is no reason for you to be conscious while the procedures take place. We at Her Point of View simply want to make you the best you that you can be, but there’s no reason we can’t minimize your pain along the way. Please say yes ma’am when you are ready to fall unconscious while we perform the procedures.”

    Again, my training took control of me and what I actually thought about being somehow put under by a website was irrelevant because what I said immediately and without pause for thought was “Yes ma’am.”

    The last thing I heard before the screen flashed, the music flared, and I fell limp onto my chair was the woman speaking softly to herself, and something that could almost have been a laugh.

# # # 

    I woke up some time later, pleasantly blissed out and vaguely horny. Of course, that wasn’t a surprise. I was always horny these days. I stretched luxuriously, like a cat, a sleepy smile on my face.

    “How do you feel Ashley?” The woman’s voice echoed into my ears. No longer coming from the speaker on my laptop, it seemed she had joined the music in being with me all the time. That made sense. What if I needed training when I was out? I was lucky to have her there with me to help me make decisions. I was a good girl who listened to the whispers and to her voice.

    “I feel wonderful ma’am,” I said, and was shocked by the sound of my own voice. It was higher, brighter, happier. The kind of voice that always seems to be on the edge of laughter. It was a girl’s voice, of course. Without that, what would be the point?

    I felt the wave of pleasure rising in me even before she spoke. “Good girl,” she said, and the wave crashed over me. I let my tongue loll out of my mouth as I sat and absorbed the ecstasy. After a minute or so, she spoke again. “Are you ready for your training now?”

    “Yes ma’am!” Again, my voice was so excited, so truly eager to be trained, I couldn’t help but smile. I think it fit me. 

    “Wonderful!” Her voice left my ears, coming again from the laptop. I focused on it, somewhat disoriented by the move. “It’s time to begin Step 5!”

    “Shouldn’t it be Step 4?” I asked, confused.

    “Don’t be a silly girl Ashley. You’ve already completed Step 4, just a few minutes ago. We’re now ready to move on to Step 5.”

    I smiled, and nodded eagerly. If we were moving ahead with my training, I must be doing very well! Even if I couldn’t remember it. 

    “Now be a good girl,” my eyes rolled up in my head as the ecstasy gripped me, “Watch the screen and listen to my voice. That’s all you have to do.” I obeyed instantly, my eyes rolling back down with some difficulty.

    The screen did its usual flicker, and my mouth spread out in an involuntary grin. I could barely see what flashed up on screen, but I did my best to track it anyways. Good girls always do their best in training. It seemed to be beautiful girls, mostly ones like me, ones with dicks, in various situations. A blonde, lifting her skirt to reveal a dripping pussy to the man across from her on a train. A lovely brunette, her eyes wicked, slowly stroking her cock in front of an audience of three other women. A redhead, teasing a camera, slowly stripping off her clothes until she was completely bared to the internet crowd. 

They were all exposing themselves, showing themselves off. A good girl is confident in how she looks, she loves being sexy, being a tease, making men and women aroused with her body. Don’t you want to be like them, Ashley? Don’t you want to be confident, to use your body for the pleasure of others, to make Elena happy? Of course you do, you’re a good girl. Good girls always obey, and they live to serve others. It turns you on to show yourself off, doesn’t it? You know that you are public property, your body is art and art is for everyone, it would be selfish of you to keep it hidden away. And besides, it feels so so good to expose yourself, to feel their eyes on you, to know that you turned them on, you have that power. It is that perfect combination where you both cede control of yourself to others and exercise your own control on them and that’s just so fucking hot isn’t it Ashley?

There was a point in there where I realized that the woman was speaking to me, but her words just blended into my own thoughts. I couldn’t tell where what I was thinking stopped and what she was telling me began. Maybe that’s because there wasn’t a difference. Not anymore.

# # #

    The training stopped eventually. It must have, because it wasn’t happening anymore. I hadn’t fallen asleep during it, of course I hadn’t. I’d just been so caught up, so consumed by what I was learning about myself that the part of me that thought simply had to turn off for a while. There was no shame in that.

    I pulled myself off my chair, my body covered in drool and cum. I must have orgasmed during my training, almost a dozen times to make this much jizz. I didn’t remember. I’d been too focused. I went to take a shower, had some dinner, went over to my computer, found the right site, and signed myself up for my first ever cam show. My cock was already stiffening in anticipation. It was going to be an amazing night.