A Sociopathy's Guide to Molding the Perfect Sissy [M20s] [Feminization] [Corruption] [Slavery]
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Chapter 1
I heard a story once, about a Roman Emperor and a young man who bore a striking resemblance to his late wife. He saw him in the crowd one day and was immediately struck by their beauty, and by a vision of what he could turn them into. And so he did, using his power to make him and her.
It’s an old story, the type of thing you wouldn’t expect a jock like me to know. But that’s my secret. I may be tall, strong and athletic, but I am as cunning as a man could be, and I relish the advantage of people thinking I’m just another handsome dolt. So yes, I know that old story of that mad emperor.
And I often think of it while holding my darling Gabbi.
I first saw George sitting on a bench in our campus quad, looking so lost and adorable. He had greasy black hair, thick glasses and a shy disposition that fit well with his slight frame. I wasn’t sure what struck me at first, but as I thought back to him for the rest of the day, I could deny it no longer. Maybe I was crazy. Maybe it was fate. But I didn’t put him out of my mind for the rest of the semester. At that point, my plan was a nascent, ridiculous thing. I would brainstorm and research as if it was just some lark that was fun to dream about. But then, as I learned more about George, I realized it was possible. He was weak, a loser with no friends and less prospects. He was doing well in his classes but spent most of his time alone in his single person dorm, most likely touching himself.
Meanwhile, I had plenty of friends. Friends who were easy to manipulate. It wasn’t hard to subtly plant the idea in their heads that they ought to put a beatdown on the 5ft3 pipsqueak. It was easier either to figure out when he’d be alone, walk with them until they were pointed right at him, and peel off with some excuse. With the victim and perpetrator on a collision course, I found a secluded spot and watched. I may not be a meathead but it pays to be friends with them, because they really showed poor George what they were made of. He crawled away crying, with fresh bruises and with their laughter fading behind him. Everyone knew that nothing would come of it. He was a poor kid here on scholarship and guys like us had families that paid for libraries. The beatdowns came randomly after that, with them making fun of him for being weak and tiny until he was sobbing on the ground.
I would always watch, smiling.
Finally, he started to show up at the gym.
I had expected him to need a push in that direction, but I was so glad to see him do it on his own. He tried the punching bag, tried weights, tried to get strong enough to give just one of them retribution.
He still got beat down, of course. But this time, I was there.
“Hey, guys! Leave him alone!” I said with all the white knight energy I could. They backed up, but they didn’t seem happy about it. I made sure to leave before her had time to thank me, but the seed had been planted. Next time he was at the gym, I was there too.
“Hey…aren’t you?” he asked, walking over to me and adjusting his glasses. This was the first time he talked to me, which shouldn’t have flushed a popular guy like me. He was nothing. But as I saw him, I only saw what I wanted to make him.
“Yeah, sorry about that. Those guys are…well, I’m sure you know. You trying to get strong so they don’t mess with you?”
“Yeah. Any advice?”
It was clear that he was interested in my muscles on a purely platonic level. He wanted to get strong, after all. But to have him look at me like I was a big strong man that could guide him…
It was falling so perfectly into place.
“Sure, in fact, I’d be glad to help you out. I’m thinking of doing some personal trainer stuff over the summer and this would be great practice.”
“Really?!”
I smirked. “Really. And it’s good too. You’re taking this all wrong.”
He tilted his head and asked again, a bit more confused. “Really?”
“Yeah. I’m sure you googled how to get ripped but every body type is different. Besides, if you want to scare those guys off, you really have to get fit. They see muscles on you and you won’t be worth the trouble. Trust me. Now, let’s start with the base.”
I walked around him, eyeing up everything despite his baggy sweats. The raw material was there. I just needed to use it to create a masterpiece.
“Lifting starts at the base. Your body is more slight so you need more strength there. The glutes. The thighs. Otherwise you won’t have anything to support you when you lift weights, or anything to rotate with when you throw a punch.”
He nodded the way that someone entirely out of their elements nods. I knew he was smart enough when it came to school, but I also knew he was clueless when it came to fitness. I was the ripped golden boy who’d saved him, so he’d nod his way through anything I said.
“Before we even start working on your arms, I want you to do this…” I told him, reaching into my bag and taking out a notebook. I hesitated as if I needed to think it over, even though I had this workout planned out perfectly. After writing down the exercises, I handed it to him and gave my winning smile. I was a charmer and this was almost too easy.
“Do those twice a day, every day. And meet me here every day at 4” I said, picking a time I knew he wouldn’t have classes.
“Sure!”
“I didn’t expect to have a client like this, but I’ll have a more thorough plan for this tomorrow. And don’t worry, I won’t charge you” I joked, before heading out and leaving him to look over the workout. I’d phrased it all rather professionally but in essence it was just:
Squats.
Ab workouts.
More squats.
Squats. Squats.
More abs.
As soon as I got into the hall and far enough away, I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes. It was happening. I had always known I was a genius, and this was hardly a challenge worth the test of that, but it was still such a moment. I basked in it, thought of all my sick dreams coming true and finally gained enough composure to walk along. That night, I began the second part of my plan, preparing for them to arrive tomorrow and begin the rest of our lives. I could hardly sleep, but I arrived at the gym a bit before 4 PM, looking no more anxious or excited than I ever did.
He arrived a bit late, hurrying in and looking embarrassed. “Sorry, I had to ask some questions in history…”
“It’s fine. It’s fine. Did you do your exercises?”
He nodded. I could tell from the way he ran that his butt was sore, and it made me want to leer.
“Good. Like I said, the traditional workout won’t work for you. I mean, no offense, but you don’t have the body type for it. If we want to get you there, we’re going to have to take the long way. First rule: do as I say, when I say it. I don’t want you thinking you could do half the workout or skip something that you don’t like. Once you’re in, you’re in. I’m a busy guy and I won’t help someone who doesn’t take it seriously.”
“Yeah, of course” he nodded.
“Good. Now let’s start with a run, get into more squats and do some stretching to make sure you don’t get too tight. I’m guessing the workout had you a bit stiff.”
He nodded, and I led us to the treadmill.
The workout itself was fairly normal, even if it was focused on a few core areas. He was never going to get ripped, but I had to walk a fine line between doing what I wanted and convincing him that it was for his own good.
By the time it was over, he was covered in sweat and I had barely broken one. I brought him to the locker room and complimented him on the effort, trying to schmooze my way into the role of his trusted mentor and confidant. With how few friends he had, it wouldn’t be hard.
“So, you got a girlfriend? I’m sure she’d love to see you get yolked.”
“Oh, no…not me” he bashfully answered as he opened his locker. I knew that, of course. I also knew the girl he liked. But that wouldn’t factor into the plan right now. Not right now, at least…
“Here…” I said, looking around before handing him something.
“What?” he asked, taking the pill bottle and looking at the label. Steroids. Nothing crazy, but the lean and modern type that guys used to get shredded.
“Listen, Tommy, this is good and all but-”
“George. Do you want to get ripped or not? I’m on it. Every guy in this gym is on it. Every actor is…do you think people get abs without this?”
“Well, I don’t-”
“They’re not steroids, steroids. You’re not going to end up with a big head or adult braces. It’s just a little something to help you along. It’s part of your regime. Okay?”
He looked at me for a moment and slowly nodded. He wasn’t going to say no to me. I only hoped that would continue.
“Good. One more thing. No touching yourself.”
He was reading the pill bottle and practically did a double take as I said that.
“It messes with your testosterone. That’s why fighters don’t do it when they’re training. Bodybuilders don’t do it either. Got it?”
“Right, right…” he nodded. I could tell right away that he wasn’t going to listen. Perfect.
“Good. Now take three of those pills every day. And keep up the workouts. I’m going to be throwing some new stuff into our personal time but you doing these things on your own is important.”
“Yeah, don’t worry. I’ll do whatever you want me to.”
We said our goodbyes and I returned to the apartment, wondering if the steroids did actually work. We’d never find out, of course, but I did have a whole bottle’s worth sitting on my kitchen counter. Next to them was another bottle, emblazoned with promises such as:
“Feel like a woman again.”
“No more hot flashes!”
“Stronger dose than any estrogen replacement brand.”
Listed last was the recommended dosage of the pills which I’d emptied into the steroid container, the amount of pills you were supposed to take every day to mimic the estrogen dosage in a normal woman’s body.
One pill a day.
I knew exactly what he was going to do, and exactly what he wouldn’t. Both had parts in my plan but now that it was in motion, I sat back and wondered what kind of man I was. There was no doubt that I’d do it, no doubt that I wouldn’t stop. But I did think about the fact that I was doing a dangerous thing, playing with a life like it was my little toy.
That only made me want it more.
I thought back to that Roman emperor, who knew he could make a man into a woman because he was the center of the universe. He was better than other men.
I felt the same way.