Harry had Arrived in Amsterdam. He was there for one reason. Live out his fantasy of spending some time with a shemale. He’d done his research. Found the brothel he liked with girls he liked and booked a hotel at the first chance he could. Harry had tried many times to find love at home but tho he had dated girls, tried guys and had dated a cross dresser for a while it just wasn’t what he was after.anyways he’d got settled in his hotel and out to a bar for a bit of Dutch courage. As he drank his drink he played out in his mind what we wanted. Hoping he would find her here even if he had to pay by the hour. “ it’s now or never” he said to the world at large so he set off to find the red lights and the brothel. The street was an eye opener for him as he wasn’t quite ready for the groups of men, couples and just random people walking down it. Finding the brothel he enters , greeted by a mountain of a man. The bouncer( not dressed in your normal shirt and tie. Nope black jeans and a skull motif on his T-shirt giving Harry frank castle vibe’s ) looks at Harry and opens the inner door “ you go in your in. No backing out.” “ I’m ready “ states Harry with as much bravado as he could manage.

Upon entering he is met by the madam a rather underdressed older women. Not what Harry expected. He was hoping for some elegance not just run to the supermarket. “Your must be here for a transexual. Sit and I’ll get the girls together.” So Harry sits in an over stuffed chair as a series of bells ring. “ first off we have our new fem boys” pretty much so very feminine looking boys in lingerie. “ no thank you” “next out are sissy’s”. Pretty looking things in various shades of pink everything. Except the visible chastity cages. “Very nice but no”. “ next are our cross dressers “ stunning girls dressed to the nines hard to tell they were trans really “ I’m here for a shemale really” “ ok here they are” out walks 2 ladyboys, a chubby redhead a Monroe esq blonde and a black hair goth. Tho he was tempted by the goth Harry picks the blonde. He pays several hundred euros for a couple of hours with her.
“ hi I’m Harry “
“I’m Sarah”
“That is my mothers name”
“Ich wette”
He looks at her confused. “ come with me “ she says as she takes his hand leading him to her room


“What are you after? Head anal. You sucking me off? “
“ I’d like the girl friend experience if you can.”
Sarah smiles “ok that I can do”as she leans in and kisses him. They spend the next few hours kissing fonderling. Sucking each other till finally she lets Harry fuck her. After so much forplay he bearly last a few minutes but they. Both seem happy. Sarah passes him a drink and it’s the last thing he remembers



He awakes and tries to move. But finds he tied to the bed. Looking around I’m a panic he sees the room is nice( nicer than the hotel he paid for it’s very frilly and pink is the only issue. The rugby team would laugh their arses off if they saw him in here. After a few minute someone walks in. It was the madam from the brothel
“What’s going on?” Harry demands. She looks at him and laughs. “ well basically you’ve been kidnapped. I’m running low on girls so I’m going to make you one of them. You can either agree to it and we can help you become feminised. Or you can fight it and we will force it on you. We have experience in both. So make no difference to us”.
“Untie me and go fuck yourself” he screams angrily . The madam shakes her head” oh ok forced it is” as she walks over and sticks a neddle into his arm. Trying to fight her off Harry drifts to unconscious again.

He awakes again this time with the madam at the end of the bed. Behind her is one of the sissies her saw earlier “ look at her she was a fighter too. But between training. Some drugs and some therapy she’s a good little earner well on her way to earning a breast augmentation and a promotion to shemale. Most of the sissy’s are here because they can’t go home. The cross dressers are here because they want to be. The shemales are free to go if they pay their debt. Hormones. Boob jobs. General upkeep and room and board all adds up. Now last chance will you except your fate or do you still think you can fight this” “fuck off”. Madam rises from her chair turn to the sissy. “ ok give him the first does and leave him alone “ she turns and leaves the room. Alone with the sissy Harry pleads with her to help him. She carry’s on with her duty. “ drink sweetie, you need to stay hydrated” suddenly Harry is thristy, no idea how long his been unconscious. She presses a glass to his lips” drink it’s just water. I’ll bring you some food is a few hours, relax I’d say give in but I fought it and look at me now” as she twirls”it’s going to happen anyways” she kisses his forehead. “ good luck” and exits the room. As she closes the door a soft voice comes over speakers and the television comes on. Sissy hypno both audio and visual. From how Harry is tied he can’t do much but watch. His head feels a little funny. Did she slip me something. No I would have know. But the mistress had kept him distracted. Yes he’d been given a mild dose of lsd. Along with the soft voice talking and the images on the screen he was having a hell of a trip. Next thing he knows the sissy’s back with a tray of food. He looks at her. “ what’s your name? “ he slurs “ I’m Michelle “ she replies “ please eat it will help. But if your sick that’s not a suprise either”. She undoes his right hand and moves him so he can sit. On the tray was a paper plate with misc veg. A small amount of boiled new potatoes and a pair of chopsticks. Harry looks at the sissy he now knows as Michelle “ I can’t use these can I have a fork” “ not yet you still have a lot of guile in you “ so chop sticks for boys. Ladies get forks” how she managed to keep a stright face. She must have said it hundreds of times to not even get a giggle. So with great difficulty Harry fights the chopsticks to get to eat. Michelle sits with him the whole time. Once his finished she takes the tray and offers him a cup of water. “ are you going to drug me again?” He asks. “ it makes the therapy easier for those that chose to fight it. Again I’m proof that fighting it won’t win” he nods not giving in but Michelle is the nicest person his can recall now. And she does appear to have been down this road herself so Harry chugs the drink. Allows himself to be tied up again and the voice and images return as Michelle leaves the room

Harry awakes to see madam at the end of the bed. Looking behind her he sees an ogre ( maybe the drugs haven’t worn off yet) “ would you like to use the bathroom or shall I leave you to lie in your own filth”
“ yes please. Does the ogre have to accompany me?” “Ogre? Oh you mean the muscle, yes it’s that or we break your legs but that’s costly”

so Harry is taken to the bathroom. “6 minutes bitch. Shit and shower, any longer I’ll com drag you out regardless if you finished either.” Barked the ogre. 5 minute and 50 seconds Harry is wrapped in a towel trying to dry himself. In walks the orge “ keep the towel your be in clean clothes soon enough “ Harry is frog marched in the towel to a new room. He is sat in a chair and told not to move. In walks 4 women. “ this the newest fag that wants its make up done slutty is it?” Said the 1st on “er no” states Harry. Slap. A back hang across the face. “ don’t speak to me like that you little poof. If your in my chair that means your a little fag that going to be made all slutty for madam.”Harry says nothing this time. “Better it’s easier if your not black and blue. Bruises cause more work. They take the towel off him sat there naked surrounded by cackling women Harry feels scared. “Head up faggot” some one says as his chin is lifted they give him a rough shave. No mics or cuts not not a decent one. Someone stats to pluck his eye brows now. Lots of giggling as the others chat about the make up they are going to put on him. Achoo. He sneezed. “ bless you. That’s common when plucking eye brows. Remember that. You might want to draw them on in future faggot.” From the corner of his eye he can see his nails being painted. Slut red on his broken short nails it looks terrible. They started on his make up now. He tries to keep still but it’s a new experience” if you don’t stay still it will not look as planned. “. After an hour clothes are brought in. A red boob tubes black leather skirt fishnet tights and knee high boots they dress Harry then start laughing. Not only does he look like a college guy dressed as a whore he is sporting a rather small errection that was very nearly erupting. They take him to the mirror. Tho it is very very tacky and deliberately bad he secretly was liking it. But wasn’t going to give them that satisfaction. Madam walks in doesn’t even glance at Harry.
“ what do you think? “
“Well faggy boy here sat still did as he was told, so think he enjoyed it. His leaking like an old tap so got that too. Even with all the hair, terrible make up and bravdo. There’s a sissy faggot in there”
“ worth investing in?”
“I think given time he will not only make you money but won’t even care about the money. You started him on cock training yet”
“On what?” Harry shouted. Crack this time the orge hit him in the stomach. Instantly crumpling him. To a chorus of laughs. “Pick it up” madam says as Harry is dropped into the chair. “Ok this is your life now. Sissy therapy, dildo training both oral and anal. Waxed regular to keep you smooth. A Chasity cage as atm your cock is nothing useful. You WILL be one of my sissy whores. And like the rest of you do well I will help you become a shemale which you will want to be at the end of this” Harry for his part laughs. Another shot in the ribs this time by one of the girls. “Gag him cuff him and take him to the club to be laughed at. Don’t fix it’s make up. Looks more humiliating with the running mascaras. If you think she can take it have her arse used. And call it mmmhhh Sarah that was you mums name wasn’t it “ cackled the madam

So Harry was now being called Sarah. Dressed like a tranny slut. Ruined make up. Cuffed. Gagged and trying to walk in heels for the first time as she is lead outside. Blinking even tho it was night. She couldn’t remember when she was last outside. As she was dragged tripping and falling to “the club” groups of both men and women pointed at her. Some in shock. Some just outright laughing. By the time they arrived Sarah had fallen off her heels many times. Her face looked like a panda due to her crying. The group of women just nod at the bouncer and he smile back letting them in and slapping Sarah’s arse hard as she passes making her scream into the gag. Sobbing now she stumbles along till the ladies sit at a table. Sarah stands hoping they will make space for her. “ on you knees on the floor sissy faggot. Best get use to it. Especially here” Sarah has no idea what they mean but let’s it go. It’s nice to see other people and not be drugged. Over the course of the evening many people come and talk to the women. So acknowledge Sarah’s presence others don’t. One demands Sarah be her chair. Who then while talking to the girls wets herself and covers Sarah in urine. Not sure if this was done on purpose or not but being unable to do anything sarah stays on all fours as it runs and drips across her back and down her arms and legs. Others come by and spank her. Not in the playful erotic way she has had in the past. But sadistic, angrily intending to cause pain. After a while the women seem to grow either bored or tired and yank on Sarah’s lead as they stand to leave. The walk back is just as bad.make up no mostly sweated/cried off. Stinking of piss. Arse sore from the hitting. still stumbling in the heels. After about the 3rd time she stumbles one women says “ if you can’t walk on 2 legs get on all fours then “ so now poor Sarah’s being walked like a dog. They finally arrive back at the building. The madam outside having a cigarette. Looks at Sarah on all fours and laughs. “ I really did think you would have been able to walk in heels. Doesn’t matter your be locked in heels soon enough that you won’t have a choice “ she sniff. “ is that her or did the dutchess stop for a chat? “ the dutchess sends her best wishes madam” says a voice from above Sarah. “In that case hose it down and back to the therapy room “ the madam replies. Sarah is literally hosed off. a cold jet of water and some basic soap. An itchy towel is thrown to her a few moments later a baby pink camisole is given to her. “ that or nothing. “ she pulls it over her head. Feels oddly nice. And is escorted back to the room. Restrained to the bed once more. More hypno plays as the door closes but Sarah falls asleep even in the uncomfortable position.Sarah awakes to find Michelle at the end of the bed. “How you doing?” She asks. “ Sarah isn’t it now” Sarah just nods her head glumly. “I heard about last night. Everyone here did. But that’s the point. Madam wants the world to laugh at you. To break you. You had it worse than I did in some ways. I didnt speak at all fought every attempt. I ended up black and blue many times. But when I finally gave up. They gave me a full make over. Waxed me Smooth. Which by the way is going to hurt but that’s normal. Made up. Dressed.I was their little dolly. Took about 6 months I think between the beatings and the therapy “ how can you say that long. Asked Sarah. “ the bruises how long they took to heal “ answered michelle. “But in the end I now love how I look. “. Sarah looked at michelle. Standing over 6 foot but in 4inch heels. Spiked heels at that. White fishnet stocking. An Alice style dress cut short so you can see the suspenders and her butt cheeks. Michelle sees Sarah looking and stands pulling her dress up to show she’s caged. Her pink nails contrasting to the blue dress she’s holding up. Her pink lips and lined eyes framed by her curled blonde hair. “ madam has said I’m close to earning a boob job soon “ michelle almost boasted
“You do look wonderful” said Sarah. “Did they force you to have cock? I don’t want to be raped” “ never by the time it came to dildo training the therapy I was more than curious. I won’t say it’s easy. But it is worth it. Blowjob training was weird. But I’m not supposed to be saying any of this really” “can I talk to madam or is that not allowed? Asked Sarah. “ she will only really ask you one question. Are you ready? “ replied Michelle “ I’d still like to try tho if I may” spoke Sarah softly. So Michelle stands and turns to leave to get the madam. “ good luck “ and kisses Sarah on the cheek. Blushing Sarah is speechless.The door opens sometime later and the madam walks in. “ are you ready to be one of my girls?” She asks. “ I have questions “ replies Sarah. “ ok I’ll indulge you a few “
Sarah asks “ I don’t want to be raped but I’m willing to be trained. Both oral and anal. If your to make me a girl do I have to look do I have to look as tacky as before? And do o get a day if my appearance.?Can I learn from Michelle if possible? Please. “

Madam raises an eyebrow “ no one ever had the balls to say anyone this to me before. Normally it’s all or nothing. But you appear to be coming round. Ok if your willing to start the training asap I can get you booked in for a make over tomorrow. We can discuss your image but you have 2 options atm. Prissy sissy like Michelle or goth. But if I room you with Michelle it would make sence that you go prissy”
Do I have to be blonde? Sarah asks” no if you rather stay a brunette we can have extensions put in rather than bleached then extended. Anything else?”
“Just one am I a slave or is there really a chance I can earn enough to be let go?”
“That depends on you. If you behave and do a well you will be suprised at the money you can make. Many of the shemale that passed though here were once like you. They stayed to earn their breast. Some of the sissy’s moved on to permanent homes with clients. Others aren’t so lucky and go mad or just can’t do it. Once your trained I’m not heartless. You have some freedoms”
“I have some money saved is all if it’s just money to escape I’ll pay that when your ready.”
“ no not at all you came here looking for your perfect shemale.I’m going to show her to you. But the issue is that it’s always been you, so. Are you ready?”
“Emmm yes “ Sarah nervously replied