My name is Sparrow. It’s not my given name, mind you � but it’s the only one you’ll associate with me.
I’m a man in my early 30’s, white, blonde hair and blue eyes. I’ve been happily married for almost ten years to a beautiful red headed woman and she’s given me two lovely daughters with red hair and green eyes. I work in a law firm in town and make good money given my age. I’m on the fast track up the ladder.
I suppose it started a few years ago. I was headed to a costume party out of town and decided to dress up as a female viking warrior. Without trying I ‘passed’ as they say. I looked so much like a woman that no one knew who I was. Men were hitting on me, and rather than tell them I was really a man, I just soaked up the attention and spent the evening chatting as if I were a real woman.
I went home after the out of town trip, and no one was the wiser. I should have stopped there, but I found myself dressing up again and hitting the gay bars in town. I don’t know if it was the attention or the adrenaline rush but I kept doing it. We all have a name we use when underground like that and mine is Sparrow. I had to make time to do this, mind you. My wife has no idea. Stolen hours here and there once a week. I wasn’t the kind to ‘slut it up’. I dress very conservatively. Long skirts, blouses buttoned up almost all the way, etc. More like a secretary than whore. At least on the outside, underneath I was all lacy, sexy lingerie.
I had a fun just playing pool, throwing darts and just being there as Sparrow. I was at the bar one night drinking a Shirley Temple when a black man approached me, sat alarmingly close and softly put his hand left hand on my arm. He told me he was into white men dressed as women and we talked. If I’m being honest, I liked how he touched me. It felt good � just as good as when my wife did it. I blushed, believe it or not. I found myself even taking on feminine mannerisms such as brushing my hair over my ear when he flirted with me, sitting with my legs crossed, going to the bathroom to check my makeup, sitting when I pee and so forth.
He was about my height, weight and age. He said his name was Tony. Weeks went by, each time he met me at the bar and we talked about my marriage and how much we both needed this place, needed what we were doing now.
Then it hit me that I was leading a double life. This was no longer a ‘side quest’ as younger people put it, this was equal to the one I had at home with my wife Vicki. If anything, this one meant more as I could explore this side of me in safety, away from prying eyes.
Without meaning to do so, I became more in touch with Sparrow � I don’t know if it’s the right word but ‘addicting’ feels to describe it. I was being drawn more and more to ‘her’. I’ll call her my ‘feminine passenger’. I began giving up time at work to sneak off the ‘The Closet’ as the bar was called. Lesbian women, gay men and cross dressers...and of course straight men attracted to those of us special women.
He asked me to sit in a booth with him and we ordered mozzarella cheese sticks. I sat across from him, as much of a woman as I could be. He had a beer and I was drinking my Shirley Temple.
“So, how far down this rabbit hole do you want to go, Sparrow?” He asked almost shyly.
I shrugged my shoulders as I sipped my drink. “I don’t know, Tony.”
“You act really feminine and you’re not forcing it. It flows from you naturally. I want to ask the question: Does the idea of having sex with a man turn you on?”
I looked down into my drink and back up at him. “Yes, it does. I think that’s why I wear sexy lingerie under my blouse and skirt. I even wear lacy hose and garters. I want to take the next step, even though I don’t know what that is, and I don’t know how.”
“Of course not, you’re a woman and you need a leader. I can be that leader for you, but you have to do what I tell you.” He said calmly.
I nodded.
“Good. I want you to admit out loud that you are a dress wearing sissy. Sparrow is who you really are, and you want to have sex with men.”
Looking into his eyes, and without hesitation, I said, “I am a dress wearing sissy, Sparrow is who I really am, and I want to have sex with men. A lot of men, if I’m being honest. I mean, all of that is true.”
He had me repeat this for the next five minutes.
“How do you feel?”
“Empowered, actually. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Sparrow.”
‘What’s next?” I asked curiously.
He smiled. What's next is you’re going to strip down to that lacy underwear and bend your ass over this table so I can fuck you.”
“Here?! In front of everyone?” I asked shocked.
“Well, we’re in a darkened corner and the bar only has a few people in it, but yes. It makes you my property, Sparrow. From then on, you’re under my protection.”
“Condom or raw?” I asked as I undressed and bent over the table, offering my ass to him.
He was soon standing behind me. “Raw, and you don’t make choices anymore bitch.”
I expected him to hurt but he didn’t. He slid into me with the greatest of ease. I took him easily. He pushed all the way in and I moaned loudly as he did so. “FUCK, that feels great! Why does that feel so good, Tony?”
He slowly stroked in and out of me, but went deep each time. “There are rules, from now on you refer to me as master. Second, you always sit when you pee. Third, no more sex with your wife, next, from now on you have to wear lingerie under all your clothes, and you fuck any black man that wants to use you.” He explained as if it wasn’t his first time doing this to someone.
I found myself pushing hard against him, forcing him in harder. “Yes, master.”
As I gripped harder onto the table, my cock started leaking cum. “Master...I think I’m cumming.”
He ignored me. “Do you acknowledge the black race as the superior race and become a black supremacist?” He asked as he spanked me on the ass.
I could feel my cock leaking cum. “YES! FUCKING, YES!”
“Tell me you’re a fucking sissy and a failure as a man!”
“I’m a fucking dress wearing sissy and a failure as a man!”
While he was pounding away on me, I heard the sound of high heels on wooden floor. A woman came to my left, sat in that side of the booth and put her feet up on the table. She was wearing a dark green lace bra, matching pantie hose, six inch heels, garters, and an hour glass figure.
Her name was Vicki...my wife.
As Tony was working his cock in and out of me, she said “I knew it, Sparrow. I’ve known for some time you were cross dressing and coming here � and I was OK with that. It did me no harm and you’re a good provider.”
It was hard for me to talk, I was too far into lust. All I could do was moan.
I looked into her eyes. “Is it always like this?”
She shrugged, “It can be if you want it but getting that is going to cost you.”
She nodded to him. “Slam the bitch. Hard. Fast. Deep. Don’t stop until I tell you.”
Tony obeyed, taking my ass as hard as he could. All I could do was scream.
I could feel his skin sliding back and forth along his shaft as he used my body for his pleasure. It hurt when he pushed all the way in, and one the way out, I felt relief but wanted more.
“I’ve been whoring for Tony for 2 years now. You have two choices....when this night is done, this life is done as well. You go back to your old life and never cross dress again.”
My eyes rolled back in my head.
“Option number two: You sign everything over to me...house, car, kids, cabin, lake, all the money. In exchange your old life is gone forever. You get a full sex change, DD size breasts, you dress like a whore from now on, because you’ll BE a whore from now on. You’re ‘Sparrow’ for the rest of your life. You vanish into a life of prostitution.”
She lit a cigarette. “No matter which you choose, I’ll keep whoring for Tony. I like the dick. You’ll probably never see another white person. Just to let you know, I’ve been raising our daughters to be black supremacists. When they’re old enough, they’ll also whore.”
She reached under the table and began to stroke me fast and hard. “Come on, bitch...you wear dresses and you love cock, especially black cock. You’re a fucking sissy.”
“Or....” She continued “you can walk out of here and go back to the fast track up the ladder at the law firm. No one will ever know. Choose.”
The harder he took me, the more I needed him. “Fuck me master, please....cum hard!”
“I....choose.....Sparrow!” I grunted as I came in her hand, while Tony came deep inside of me. “Fucking, sissy!” is what he screamed as he did.
I grabbed the table so hard that it shook.
“Good girl.” Vicki said in a whisper. They gave me a few minutes to calm down. I leaned back in my booth, sitting opposite her while Tony went back to the bar for a few minutes.
“Tell me why you want this life.” She asked licking my cum off her hand.
She waved her hand and a waitress brought over an order of nachos and topped off our drinks. “I want you to make this choice twice � once burning in lust and once with a level head. Talk to me.”
My hands, and my body, were still shaking. I’d never had an experience like that. My heart was pounding. I could barely focus. It sounded like she was speaking in slow motion.
I shook my head, unclear of what she just said. “Huh?”
She reached out and took my hand in hers to help calm me down. “Take a deep breath, Sparrow. I know how you feel � it’s how I feel every moment of every day. Like I was just hit with a bolt of magic. Just say what comes to mind. No need to censor at this point. Tell me why you want this life.”
I obeyed her and took a few calming breaths. Even then it took about ten minutes.
“Before we get into that....I’d like one condition � I want to keep you in my life, just to talk to � the way we’re talking now. Soul to soul.”
She blushed and looked back at me. “I have enough pull with them to make that happen, yes. It’s their choice, but I can call in a favor or two. Now, talk to me.”
I exhaled a breath. “When I started cross dressing, I unlocked something. I wasn’t just good at it Vicki, it felt natural � more natural than being a man and wearing a suit. Sparrow isn’t just a side of me, it IS me.”
“Go on...”
“I like how men treat me and shit....what happened tonight....I’ve never experienced anything like it. What happened?”
“For the first time in your life you had sex as you were meant to, as a woman. You had sex as Sparrow. Your cock leaking is what happens when a fan fucks you in the ass...he’s milking your prostate.”
“The whole sex change thing, do they do that for everyone?” I asked puzzled.
“No, only for you. They know all the money you have, the property � everything you can give them. They’re willing to give you a portion of that back to get the rest. I had to make a case for that.” She said flatly.
“Tonight, I don’t feel that I lost control....I feel like I gained it. The moment he entered me, I knew it was my place. The truth, the truth I’ve never known until just now, is that I want my cock and balls gone. I want to have a pussy. I want the slutty clothes and high heels. I want to whore. I want to wear way to much make up. I want be fucked by men.”
She remained silent, so I continued. “When he came inside of me....it was like I absorbed his power. It was amazing. It was magical. I was elated when he did it, but it was also disappointing in that I wanted more. I knew, in that moment, I could never really be satisfied any other way. I knew all the cock and cum in the world would only make me want more.”
“That’s called ‘addiction’. There are a few things you need to know...the first is that this is going to happen fast. Like, really fast! Within a couple weeks, you’ll have your pussy, your DD sized tits and turning tricks on the streets.”
I smiled. “That’s what I want.”
“Second, there’s no way out now. Even if you changed your mind, no one would listen.”
I nodded.
“Third, there’s only one way this ends, you’ll get a disease that will kill you. There are no condoms in this life, Sparrow. Raw cock leads to HIV, Hepatitis, syphilis and whole bunch of other shit. It’s not a ‘risk’, it’s a certainty! That’s the part no one talks about.”
“I didn’t think about that, Vicki.”
She shook her head. “No one ever does. They wont care when you get it. We’re their slaves now, Sparrow. I’m two months pregnant with HIV. Our daughters will be raised to whore. It’s the only life they’ll ever know., and they’ll suffer the same fate as us.”
I nodded. “I don’t care, Vicki. All I know is I want to fuck every black man in this city. Then the next city. Then the next. I don’t care about the consequences. I want them to see me as a piece of meat, and nothing more. I want to BE a piece of meat and nothing more.”
Tony returned and bent me over the table while putting paperwork in front of me for me to sign. Vicki slid under the table and took my cock in her mouth.
“This is how we’re choosing to celebrate your entry into this organization � men will fuck you all night, and I personally will suck your cock until dawn.You’ll cum and cum and cum and cum until you have to be carried out of here.”
Tony reached out and wrapped his hands around my neck, then squeezed. I could breathe but it was labored. He slid into me again, this time slowly.
“Yes, master. Use me! Whore me! Make me walk the streets in lingerie! Sell me!”
He started to pound me harder but still went deep.
“I want to turn tricks for you! I want to suck cock for you! I want to take cock for you! I want to whore for you! I want to lose my cock and balls for you! Make me your bitch!”
Feeling he was close to cumming again, I pushed him over the edge. “FUCK ME! CUM IN ME!”
It was at this moment that he throbbed hard, and fast...filling me up. He screamed. “FUCKING WHORE!”
I pushed hard against my wife’s mouth and screamed louder than him as I came as she twisted my balls in her right hand.
He collapsed on my back, spent. I felt him pull out of me slowly, and just as quickly, another man entered.
After swallowing she said, “Cum all you want Sparrow, we’re not stopping. You’ll be hard again in a few minutes. I was serious when I said we’re going until dawn.”
I felt steel hand cuffs being placed around my ankles, then secured to the legs of the table to make sure my legs stayed open.
For the rest of my life, this wouldn’t be a problem.