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For ages I had been obsessed with Jasmine, my Chinese-American neighbor, and I was always flirting with her in the hallway of our apartment building. I knew she was a feminist, and I knew that they're rarely the best dating material, but she was so cute, I couldn't resist. I suspected she had some interest in me, too, so I didn't give up. Every now and then I'd get a smile out of her, and I'd be on Cloud Nine for the rest of the day. One day when we met in the hallway, she paused as though considering an important decision, and invited me into her apartment. We sat on her couch and she sat close enough that her body was against me. Wow, I thought, I'm going to get lucky. She pulled open a drawer from the coffee table and took out a porn magazine - not exactly what you'd expect to find in the living room of a single woman. She turned the page to a nude blonde with huge boobs. "Do you like what you see?" she asked, pointing to the photo. This was odd, but I was willing to play along. "Yes, I sure do." Jasmine asked, "Do you want to fuck the girl in the photo?" "Sure," I responded. Jasmine giggled and said "Yeah, right," sarcastically. What the hell did she mean by that? She put the magazine back in the drawer. Next, she undid my belt buckle and unzipped my fly. Things are looking good, I thought - my lucky night. She pulled out my cock and the expression on her face showed her disgust. "Ooh, it's getting hard. It looks so gross. You must hate it when it gets hard like that." "But Jasmine, guys like to have hard dicks. It means you're turning me on. Doesn't that make you excited too?" "No, it makes me feel gross. How can you stand it to have that ... that tube thing filled with blood and so hard. It must feel like you have a tumor growing between your legs." "Jasmin, would you like to suck it?" "Ugh, no, it's gross. Wouldn't you like to have it be all limp and dangly?" She looked at me, smiling, and was so cute when she said that. "Uh, Jasmine, are you telling me that you get excited if it DOESN'T get hard?" "Yep, sweetie, and I'll tell you what. I'll suck your little dickie when I'm sure it won't get hard. Doesn't that seem like a nice idea?" She gave me that smile again. I wondered. I had always harbored some dark fantasies. Where would this lead? Two weeks later I had my answer. She told me to move in with her, and I became her project. First, there were the trips to the esthetician to get the hair on my chest permanently removed. Jasmine doesn't like hairy chests. I must admit I was kind of turned on by the sight of my own hairless chest and nipples. I felt different, less masculine. When I looked down at my hairless chest, the slight bulge of my breasts was noticable, no longer hidden by my thick chest hair. I realized that by putting my body under Jasmin's control, big changes were on the horizon. Twice a day, Jasmine would administer hormones to me, at least that's what I figured the pills were. She wouldn't answer my questions, and hell, there were a lot of pills. We spent a lot of time curled up together on the couch, both of us nude from the waist up. I wasn't allowed to take my pants off or touch myself down there during these kissing sessions, and she certainly didn't allow me to touch her below the waist. But she would play endlessly with my nipples, running her fingers and mouth over my newly hairless skin, and I enjoyed playing with her small breasts as well. Once when she went to the kitchen, I started stroking myself though my pants, and she came into the living room quicker than I expected. I thought I'd see her famous temper, but she seemed surprisingly calm. "I see I can't trust you to keep your hands off your nasty little thing, can I? I thought this might happen. You're so sex obsessed, it's sickening! But I expected it would come to this and I'm ready." She pulled out an odd device that she had stashed away. "Do you know what a chastity device is?," she asked me. Any guy who browses the kinky side of the internet knows exactly what a chastity is. "I'm going to have to put this on you. Of course I don't let you fuck me, and I'm certainly not going to let you fuck me in your jack off fantasies, either. Since I can't trust you, I'm going to have to put this on you." I suppose a saner guy would have walked out right then, but she and I both knew I craved this kind of treatment. I was terrified and it was a dream come true, all at the same time. The chastity was this metal apparatus that locked in place over my cock. There was a place to pee out of, but no way my cock could expand. Jasmine gave me that cute smile and said, "Sweetie, I'm doing this to save our relationship." "Uh ... Jasmine, for how long do I have to wear this?" "For a long time, sweetie, don't worry. I like you much better this way, because I know you can't rape me, and I know you can't jack off while thinking dirty things about me. This little device will keep your peepee all locked up so it won't get hard. Now you're a safe man." She giggled a bit when she said "man." Jasmine continued, "Now you don't pose a threat to any woman. And when the time comes to take it off, your little peepee will be permanently limp and you won't ever be able to make it hard again." She started kissing me hard, talking to me in between kisses. "No ugly hard dick for you, ever again!" (kiss) "No jacking off, ever again!" (kiss) "You'll never play with yourself while fantasizing about ramming it into some girl." (kiss) "I'm going to make my sweetie into an impotent sweetie who can never get hard again!" (kiss) "And tomorrow we go to the tanning salon!" That last one threw me for a loop. A tanning salon? But I soon found out what she meant. She rented a private room in the salon, and had me lay down on my back. I still had my pants on, but I was topless. From her purse, Jasmine then pulled out a bikini top and put it on me. "Isn't this a nice idea, sweetie? If you get a tan while wearing this bikini top, the tan lines will make your little titties look bigger!" When we were done, I looked in the mirror and marveled at the change. Instead of a flat hairless chest, I had -- well, I was still flat chested, I suppose, but the hairless chest and the tan lines from the bikini top made me look like a flat-chested woman. It was such a turn-on. I would have jacked off right then and there if it weren't for the chastity device. That night I shaved my legs and underarms for the first time. I couldn't get enough of looking at the new me in the mirror. A guy's head on top of this body seemed surreal, but it was fascinating all the same. Jasmine came into the bathroom to admire the way I had shaved my legs. "Very nice!," she said. "You'll need to start wearing lingerie around the house. I like seeing you like this. Let's lay on the couch so we can play with each others' titties." The weeks kind of slid by. I got accustomed to wearing lingerie around the house. My breasts started to develop a bit and my nipples became so big and pointed that they'd make little points through whatever clothes I was wearing. Jasmine was insistent that she wasn't trying to turn me into a woman, pointing out that I didn't have the face to be a passable girl. It was her goal to put me on the border between male and female, to make me her asexual lover. I noticed some guys giving my chest strange looks when we went shopping. My appearance was clearly kind of odd, neither a transvestite nor a guy nor a girl. Occasionally, Jasmine would put lipstick and other makeup on me, and then the stares of strangers would be longer and more frequent. But Jasmine clearly loved me more than ever. I love her so much, and I enjoyed the way my changing body made her happy. The weeks continued to slide by, and then the months. My breasts developed gradually to the point that if I was wearing a certain kind of bra, I actually had a little bit of cleavage and my titty flesh would bulge over the top of the cup. Sometimes during our evening make-out sessions, she'd say "Let's rub out boobs together." That felt nice, and it was a turn on for her. Jasmine always tended to be a bit flat-chested, and one evening she remarked, "Sweetie, do you realize your boobies are bigger than my boobies?" I looked at her chest and then I looked at mine. She was right. Finally, the magic day had arrived. Jasmine brought out the key to the chastity lock. She explained, "I couldn't let you out of the chastity as long as your thing might get hard. But now that you're no longer a man, we can take it off and there's no danger of you trying to force it into anyone." She unlocked it and took off the chastity device. She continued, "Now go ahead, try to jack off, pretend that you're a man. Let's see if you're still a man." I did as she asked, but nothing happened. It was entirely limp, and a lot smaller than I remembered it being. I didn't even get that erotic sensation that used to come from handling my dick. Jasmine seemed to enjoy watching me try to get my thing hard. "Oh, are you trying to imagine you're still a man! Go ahead, jack off and show me you're a man." She giggled. "What are you thinking about, ladyboy, are you imagining what it would be like to fuck a woman? What - it's still not hard yet? Maybe it would help if you imagined a big strong man? Maybe a big strong man who wants you to bend over?" She giggled some more at my impotence. I gave up on the masturbation and snuggled up against Jasmin, while she reached around and tugged on one of my nipples, as she likes to do. She bent over and started sucking on what used to be my cock. It didn't feel uncomfortable. It felt kind of nice, in the same way that sucking on my finger would have felt nice. But we both knew that I would never squirt cum, or even have pre-cum, and I would never again have an erection, not even a partial erection. And yet I felt content. She quit trying to suck me, and we snuggled some more. "Thank you, Jasmine, for taking away my masculinity." "There wasn't much to take," she giggled. "But now that you're completely sexless, not a man and not a woman, you're now the perfect lover for me." [Posted in 2008 by meewasin/at/excite.com]
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