u/softkitten452

Hey everyone! I wanted to surprise you guys with another part so soon, I hope ypu like this and how lovely Rosie is developing. I'd really like to hear your ideas, so please comment and I will always respond! For now, enjoy the new part! xx

I ended up losing track of time watching tv, I had become engrossed in a reality tv show about bimbos flirting with insanely attractive guys, before it cuts to them having sex like crazy. I wasn't sure why I was so obsessed, usually i'd hate watching this kind of stuff. That being said, the tv was set to only reality-sex shows so there was really no choice.

Then, one scene hooked my attention. It was this petite blonde girl clearly hitting on a jacked dark skinned guy. She started biting her lip, trailing her fingers along his abs, and jumping up and down, bouncing her huge, implanted breasts up and down. 'God, shes pathetic' I thought, 'there's no way thats going to-'.

Before I can finish my train of thought, the program cut to the wildest scene yet:

The girl was lying down on a bed, looking up into the mans eyes, her legs held behind her arms, and the man was pounding her relentlessly, as she started moaning like a whore.

Her altered body was completely at his mercy, and her eyes seemed to roll back in unrestrained pleasure.

I soon realised the sight of this girl getting railed was turning me on very much. I could feel my dick growing as I kept watching. Then it panned to the toned man giving all of his length, and then I was really really turned on.

'What the fuck? I'm not attracted to that!' I thought, mentally hoping the camera would switch back to the blonde, or even cut entirely. Instead, I got a close up of his sweaty abs, and I felt like I could no longer control my horniness. I took my hand and ran it down my waist, underneath my skirt, past my panties, and grabbed my fully hard dick, and started stroking.

'Fuuuuck' I moaned softly.

All this stress recently, I haven't had a chance to pleasure myself in so long. I kept stroking, becoming frustrated at my shortened penis from my transformation. At 3 inches hard, it was difficult to masturbate as well now. Nevertheless, I kept going until I was close to the edge. Desperatley trying to cum, I became obsessed until....

"Am I... intruding?"

"AHH!" I screamed in my stupid girly pitch.

I scrambled to find the remote and switch of the tv, while simultaneously tucking my cock underneath my skirt, as I felt Marcus' prescence behind me.

"No, I mean yes, I mean- just GO" I say, overwhelmed with emotion. It might have been obvious, but Marcus didn't know I was actually a guy, and showing "it" to him sent me into a panic.

As if on cue, he commented on it. "So here's me thinking you were a cute little girl hiding from someone, but no, you ARE a guy. I though those FBI boys had mistaken your gender or something.

He then glanced up at the tv, paused on the dark skinned mans.... member.

"Are you into that though?"

"N-no!" I protested. "Just this blonde slut thats all, the camera panned to him".

"Sure. Well I can't have my 'daughter' pleasuring herself all the time can I?"

"I thought you didn't want to be known as my father!" I say, annoyed.

"Yeah well I changed my mind. It's for your safety that people think we're family. And as my first act of fatherhood, i'm making you wear this."

He pulled out a strange looking small metal plate, with holes in the front and a lock, painted entirely pink.

"This is a chastity device Rosie. It'll make sure you stay in line while you're here."

"Come on Marcus, really? I thought we were friends, and beside I need this" I protested, hoping he might change his mind.

"Sorry, rules are rules" he said, handing it to me.

"Put it on, please"

I rolled my eyes and let out a huge sigh. "Fine."

I went up to my room for some privacy to put this stupid thing on.

"Uh-uh. Do it here please. I need to know."

"Is that really nessecary?"

"Yes." His stern tone really did remind me of a father, and struck something in my head that convinced me to obey.

I removed my skirt and lacy panties, and showed Marcus the tight chastity device fixed to my cock, the cum I had built up unable to escape. I locked it with the key and kept hold of it.

"Now give Daddy the key, Rosie."

"Marcus come onnnnnn! I can look after this myself!" Surely he wasnt going to take control of this too?

"Let me make myself clear. I am your daddy. You are my new daughter. I want respect when you talk to me, and what I say goes. Now give it to me, or i'll be forced to punish you."

I bowed my head and gave him the key, which he threaded through a chain and kept on his neck.

"Now if you're a good girl, you should be out in no time" he remarked before leaving.

I was furious. 'How dare he come in, and tell me what to do, and take control of me, and call him Daddy, and- fuck!'

I felt myself getting hard, before the chasity cage took effect, restricting my boner to, well nothing entirely. I couldn't believe this self-absorbed douche was turning me on. Well he'll see. Soon enough i'll be done with witness protection and outside of his house. I'm not his, and I never will be. And how dare him call me a good girl, i'm a guy! Just in elaborate cover thats all.

'Stupid Marcus' I kept thinking, sulking all the way up to my room.

I grabbed some of the prescribed pills and took twice the dosage, hoping it would make me feel a little bit better. With that, I decided to head to sleep, it had been a very long day.

Suddenly, my door opened, and Marcus came sauntering in.

"Wake up Rosie, Daddys back for you"

"Marcus, what? Its the middle of the night!" i said.

"Shhh, shhh baby, don't worry, I have something for you.

As I looked up, I saw that he was completely naked standing at the foot of my bed, his cock extended at least 10 inches, more than 3 times my size.

Weirdly, I felt my arms and legs move as if independent from me, drawing me closer towards his cock. I looked up at him innocently, and then examining his shaft, and the sheer size.

"Remember Rosie, you're mine" he said before laughing, and-

"AHHHH!" I squealed, and sat upright in bed.

Marcus rushed in.

"Rosie, are you okay?"

It was the morning, and he was fully clothed. Fuck, stupid dreams.

"Just a scary dream, thats all" I whimpered, recalling the shuddering thought of kissing his tip like that.

"Scary? Yeah sure" he said, cocking his head at my bedsheets, on one there was a growing wet stain.

'Had I really leaked through my chastity at the though of sucking him off?' I thought. I didn't like him anymore! This is getting weird.

"Just go. Please"

He paused, then nodded and left me to myself. Ugh, I always get so flustered when I talk to him, it's like I have to be good for him, but I dont. I dont care! I told myself over and over, but couldn't deny that wet dream I had just had over him.

After I composed myself, I dressed myself in an oversized t shirt and tight jean shorts, then went downstairs.

Marcus initally let the awkwardness sit, but all it was was a wet dream. Happens all the time right. Although maybe not about a) a man, and b) a man supposed to act as my father! Eventually, he broke the silence.

"So Rosie, I was thinking we could go downtown and show you around, was there anything you'd like to see in particular?"

"I'm not really sure, maybe to the beach?" It would be nice to get out and around, rather than be cooped up in Marcus' place the whole time.

"Anywhere else? We can get something to - uh pleasure yourself, considering this morning....."

"You know you don't have to look after me like that, I can take care of myself" I said, folding my arms and looking away.

"Okay well now we definetly are. I'm not having this bratty attitude at all."

"Oh my god, if it means that much, fine" I said, raising my voice, then hesitating for his response.

To my surprise, he didn't argue at all

"Thank you, now shall we?"

"Uhm, yes, ....sorry" I said, regaining my composure.

I follow him to his car, and Marcus takes us downtown to a local store. As we pulled close, I could see it was some kind of 'gentlemans club'. I rolled my eyes, could this be any more obvious?

We went inside, and I immediatley faced a slurry of catcalls by creepy rich me.

"Hot piece of ass right here!"

"Hey sugar, how much for a dance?"

"Screw that! I'm taking her home!"

Immediatly I felt uncomfortable and clung onto Marcus' arm, for safety, not because I like him.

"Oh leave her alone, thats my daughter!" he said, loudly to everyone. "Come on Rosie, don't be scared".

He led me into the hidden shop behind the club. As I walked in, it was clear this was where customers woukd buy certain 'toys' for their wives, girlfriends, or someone they might pay to be with. I didn't want to think about that, and pretended to know what toy I was looking for. As if reading my mind, a 30-ish old woman approached me.

"Hey there sweetie, can I interest you in anything?"

"Hi- uh, I dont know, i've never....."

"Been here before? You're a first timer!"

She clapped her hands and started asking me questions while Marcus looked around more.

"You're interested in self pleasure, yes? What kind of thing would a young girl like you have?

Something while he's away?" She said, gesturing to Marcus.

"Oh, no, he's my stepfather, just helping me out", I lied to her.

She raised an eyebrow at this comment but continued nonetheless, before picking something out.

It had a silver metallic structure, like a cone with a pink jewel added at the back.

"What...is that?" I was blissfully unaware.

"This goes in your ass, it's not too much, and you can even wear it while you're out and about. I even have anither one with a controller, so you can vibrate it while your at home."

"She'll take that one" Marcus interrupted, and also offered to buy an all too familiar toy.

Of course it was a large, dark dildo.

"Oh-kay, no worries!" She smiled. "I'll throw in some lubricant on me to help you get started, enjoy".

Marcus stepped infront and paid for my things, before escorting me back.

"Oh and if you'd ever like a job helping me, or dancing or as an \*ahem\* sex worker, then let me know" she whispered, before letting us leave.

After that, Marcus took us home, and let me take my new things upstairs, trusting I would learn how to use them, and I was bracing how to.....

Part 4 coming soon!

Hi again! I forgot the start bit of this story, so have added it in, apologies, things should make a bit more sense now. As always, feedback and ideas are appreciated, and i'd love to tailor the story to your likings. Enjoy! xx

While on the flight, I thought about how I had left my family and friends behind, and them presuming me as dead. It'll be hard to get through, but I was still young and had potential to eveb return once this whole 'transformation cover-y' thing will be over in a couple years time. The plane touched down and I was ushered into more private transport that would take me to my new home, in Los Angeles.
Washington to here sure is a hell of a travel, but it seemed the most safe option to avoid anyone from my ex-gang, or even the Crimson Knife himself.

When I arrived, I was astounded at the place they had given me. I was expecting some kind of crummy, damp budget house, but I was greeted with almost exactly the opposite.

What stood before me was a towering gleaming mansion, complete with a huge gate and a pool the summer light shimmered off. I had sworn that the agents told me it was an apartment, but I had no complaints. "Here." the goverment driver said, a hint of jealousy in his voice. I quickly hopped out of the car and inched my way to the house. 'Damn, walking in heels really is hard, no wonder girls complain about it all the time' I thought, as I tried to keep my balance up until the door. I kept wondering what kind of dad they had given me. Maybe a kind suburban father who has children of his own? Maybe an ex- FBI agent deciding to earn a couple more bucks?

I took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

I couldn't have guessed who was going to open it.

Stood infront of me was a tall, muscular, dark skinned man. He was dressed smart-casual, with a linen shirt and jeans. His star was intimidating, and felt blinded by his jewellery. He regarded me for a second or two, before tilting his head in question.

"I-i'm ahem Rosie?" I stammered, hoping that I hadn't been dumped to some random place.

"Right, Rosie, the ex gan- shit I shouldn't say that" he replied, putting a hand to his mouth abruptly.

I laughed "It's alright, you weren't listening in the briefing either?"

"Right? It's just talking on and on and on, i'm 90% sure I dozed off too ha"

We shared a quick laugh before he showed me around the mansion. I was expecting butlers and maids, but I suppose the less people around to question, the better.

When I got to my room, I wasn't surprised with how they had dressed it up. Flowers, soft beds, mirrors, makeup and jewellery, this alwas no doubt designed for a girl to live here. But, whatever fits the role keeps me more safe, so I was happy with it. I glanced at my body again in the mirror, still not quire getting used to being in the 5"4 body of a cute blonde girl. As I did, I felt a rush of blood to my penis, and realising I was getting aroused looking at myself. 'Thats fair' I thought, I did look hot. After I had unpacked, I came down to talk to my appointed Dadd-Just Dad.

"Yeah I mean, they didn't really tell me much so I guess theres no rules. Eat what you'd like, go relax, whatever. But when you leave the house, you have to be accompanied by me. I think thats it though. I'm Marcus by the way".

"Good to meet you, that sounds lush. Soo since you're meant to be my Dad, does that mean bedtime stories and cooking my dinner?" I asked, almost as a tease.

"Ha! No no fuck all that, I think they said Daddy, you know like a responsible adult that you depend on, rather than a father figure."

I was relieved and annoyed at the same time to hear that, it would be nice to live independently, but i'm going to miss my actual parents.

"Go on, go relax, we'll have plenty of time to get to know each other" Marcus said, before heading upstairs.

"Wait! So do you, like, own all this?" I questioned. It seemed unfathomable how this much wealth can be had by one man.

"Oh, this stuff? Yeah yeah, go have fun" I was surprised by how nonchalant he was. 'Must be really rich then' I thought before deciding what to do first. A swim, I think.

I headed upstairs to get changed into my swimming clothes. Shock, they had given me tight string bikinis to wear instead of actual swimming trunks. I slid my ass out of my fitted jeans and crop top, before gently pressing the pink waterproof fabric to my thighs and breasts. Shit, it needs to be tied, and I hadnt adjusted to my smaller body to reach my back yet. How embarrasing. After trying and trying again, I yelled out for help.

"Marcus?"

Immediatley he swung his head around the door, making me jump and almost flashing him. "Fuck, that was quick, how did you get here fast?"

"Oh, haha, my rooms next to yours, I could hear you struggling with that thing the whole time. Come on, turn around and let me help."

I did as he said before I could feel his big hands gently tying the strings on my back and hips, giving me a shiver. I could feel his prescence behind me, looking at me, but it didnt last. "All done, just shout again when you need to take them off."

Great, as if putting them on wasn't embarrasing enough, i'd need help again. Something feels like i'm going to need help with a lot more things now. Regardless, I walked down to the pool and immediatley jumped in. The cool relief of the water was heavenly. I couldn't remember feeling this much relief in a good while. I swam and swam, up and down, practised holding my breath, and splashed myself with the clear water. I didn't want to disturb Marcus again, so I decided to lay down on a sunbed and cool down and maybe tan myself a little befire heading back in. The suns rays caressed my soft skin, and I could feel myself getting warm in the LA heat. I closed my eyes for a second, maybe I could just rest a little bit.....

"Hey"

"Ah! What the fuck!"

A familiar deep voice woke me up from my nap. I looked up to see Marcus, with what looked like a fruity cocktail he had made me. "Oh, sorry, I didn't uh, see you" I said sheepishly.

"Yeah it's hard to do that when you're asleep" he taunted, before giving me the drink and lying down on the bed next to me.

As he did, I held my gaze looking at him shirtless. It genuinely looked like he had been edited in some way, like his abs were rock hard, and huge defined shoulders and arms. I wonder how much he could lift....Not in an attracted way, just I can appreciate a guys physique thats all.....

"Rosie?" He said, snapping me out of my trance

"Huh?" I had completely lost my thoughts, and I think he knew it too.

"Your pills, I think?" He said, offering me the 2 white tablets I was told to take per day. "I made you a drink to wash them down with".

"Thank you, thats very kind" I replied gratuitously, before swallowing the pills andbgulping what tasted like a spiced-up Pina Colada.

"I also figured you might be done with swimming, so I grabbed you some clothes to change into, hope they're okay"

He had given me a set of light blue underwear, accompanied by a short white tennis skirt and white shirt.

I turned around and faced them, while he undid my pink bikini. I quickly put the clothes on to minimize how long he saw me naked, before heading back inside, shouting "Thanks!" behind me. I didn't know why he was making me so nervous, must be meeting new people I suppose. I went down to the lounge and put the Tv on for a while. This for sure was the life, no work, no stress, just pure bliss. Yes I did have to live as a dumb blonde, but right now, I was more than happy to.