A transgender young woman starts with the intention of becoming the woman she was meant to be before realizing that what she really needs is a permanent sex doll.
Today I'm transforming into Doll 001. My brilliant latex-covered faceless suit reflected off me from the floor to ceiling mirror. In a few moments, it would become my home, sealed inside with me. Permanently. Allow me to go back a bit and explain who I am and what that means. About seven years ago, approximately a month after my 18th birthday, I received a call between tears from my aunt Bethany, whom I had barely spoken to more than a dozen times in my life. John, darling, I don't know how to tell you this well, but last night when your parents were coming home from a party, they were run over and killed by a drunk driver. I'm sorry. I'm flying to take care of you. I was destroyed, to say the least. During months, I fell into a deep depression. I was confused. I was lost. After well-meaning relatives told me that God had a plan for all of us, even started wondering if my parents' death was punishment for my own deviant sexuality. I knew I was transsexual, I knew I was a woman, but life had decided I would be born a boy, something I had struggled with for a long time.
Aunt Bethany came to live with me for this time to help me. She and my mother had never been close, but it was worth something, she showed me nothing but kindness, and I slowly got out of my depression when I recovered, I realized that even though I could never recover my parents, she gave me a unique opportunity to explore and discover who I really was. Growing up, we didn't live what you could call an extravagant lifestyle, and it would have surprised many who didn't know us, but my family was exceptionally yummy. When I was very young, my father designed several important software pieces that were used in aerospace and military applications, and after selling his company for millions, a careful and intelligent investment turned a significant fortune into hundreds of millions. With the death of my parents, I inherited most of an eight-figure fortune. Of course, I couldn't access most of the money until I was 21 years old, but the generous trust that my parents had established was more than enough to get things started. My first task was to convince my aunt it would be better for me to have the opportunity to be alone. Although she doubted at first, I knew she wanted to go back to her own life, especially with her own share of the inheritance to spend. After a month of working slowly on her, I convinced her to let me be alone, under the condition that I would talk to her about my life and register with regularity. She really couldn't enforce that condition, I was legally an adult, but it made things easier for me to accept, besides she had something to say about how the trust funds could be spent.
Once I had the house to myself, I set out to start my self-exploration. First, I got a large selection of various women's clothing, from very basic cotton underwear to exotic lingerie (at least that's what I thought at the time). I also ordered makeup based on YouTube videos I watched as research, hair care products and shaving creams and razors for body hair removal. After searching a bit more, I found a place in Germany that made high-security chastity devices; after spending many hours browsing feminization porn on the internet, I knew I wanted one to help reinforce my femininity, at least initially. Plus, the idea of locking it up was simply hot. Finally, I ordered testosterone blockers and female hormones. The research I did said this would stop any additional masculine characteristics from developing, not that I had many, and would slowly create feminine characteristics, which was fine for me. In general, I had ordered everything I needed to start becoming who I wanted to be. My next task was to create a feminine space for myself. I requested and received additional funds from the trust fund to hire contractors to remodel the largest free room, which had previously been my mother's art studio, into a suitable room for a young woman. This was apparently done to make my best friend Mandi feel more comfortable when she visited. I had always had trouble relating to guys (surprise, I know) and Mandi had been my friend for so long that we were almost like siblings. I always thought Mandi was pretty, but she didn't like guys, not even the androgynous types like me, so nothing ever came of it.
Mandi, for her part, never had problems crashing on a sofa or one of the other guest rooms, and she never knew about my special space, which was locked with a key at all times. Mandi never asked, but I think she thought I kept it closed because it reminded me of my mother. The large wardrobe and adjacent bathroom would turn this space into my perfect secret sanctuary. Besides normal furniture, my room also had a new computer with virtual reality headset and a reclining comfortable chair. My research in feminization pornography led me to the discovery of archives and hypnosis videos, so I prepared a small space to enjoy them to the fullest. The clothes and makeup I ordered arrived quickly, the benefit of wasting them for a fast delivery. The chastity belt and pharmacy hormones took a bit more time, but I used the time to organize the clothes and makeup as they entered and practiced makeup, hair styling, and depilation. My already unkempt hair had grown even longer in the last months, so I had something to work with. My aunt thought it was depression, but I had decided I wanted a natural long hair.
For when everything arrived, I had already practiced making a completely smooth body, applying makeup, having hair down to my shoulders and well-organized closet and dresser. I even discovered my new female name Jennifer after my mother's second name. The day before turning 19 years old, I had a small party, mostly just the few friends I had from school. Mandi brought wine, of course, along with her girlfriend Erin. I always thought Erin didn't like me, probably because she was very close to Mandi, but she was nice enough for my birthday party. I'm sure the people who attended thought it was like any other birthday party, but for me, this was an opportunity to say goodbye to my old self, even if they didn't know it. The next day, my birthday, seemed like the perfect opportunity to start. After all, it was going to be the birth of my new self, so it seemed fitting.
After waking up on the day of my birthday, I showered, went to my new room, and stood in front of a full-length mirror. I wanted to take one last look at my old self before starting to change it completely. I ran my hands over my smooth and androgynous body and brought them to my cock. My member was swollen with excitement and I thought about giving it one last jerk, just to relieve the pressure, but I decided not to; today was the day I changed my life and there would be no distractions. Breathing deeply, I placed the bag of ice that I had brought from the freezer for this purpose in my genitals. The cold and shock made my erection weaken quickly, although I knew it wouldn't last long given my hormonal state. I moved quickly after having tried the chastity device before, making sure it was comfortable enough to use for a long time. The additional cost had been worth it; while it was uncomfortable when trying to get hard, otherwise it was almost imperceptible during my daily life. I also asked for a pair of thin and flexible straps that could be attached to a discreet belt around my waist, which would help keep the device in place between my legs. I started by applying a generous amount of lubricant to my genitals before pushing them through the ring at the base, which adjusted to fit my body shape. Then I slid my penis into the tube and fitted it in its place. The device I ordered was specifically designed to be as low as possible, forcing my penis to tilt downwards and between my testicles, meaning that with my fairly unimpressive genitals, it would present a minimum bulge. After deciding I was satisfied that there were no pinches and everything was adjusted correctly, I placed the high-security barrel lock in its place and turned the key, blocking the device. In me. In case of a real emergency (I was young and horny, not entirely stupid) I had already hidden the spare key in a safety deposit box at a bank about 5 hours from home. Inconvenient, but technically accessible if necessary.
I placed the key I had in my possession in a padded box and put it in a safe with a high-security timer lock that I had installed in the dressing room. The lock had already been programmed to open on the day of my 21st birthday, the day when the trust would be completely under my control, and not a day earlier; a long-lasting battery along with a backup guarantee that the timer would function as designed. No device is truly secure, but this would make it very difficult to extract. After taking a deep breath, I closed the door. My finger hesitated over the lock button for a moment, but I closed my eyes and thought about how far I'd come, and pressed the button, listening to the lock's sliders sliding into place with considerable finality. It wasn't until the lock had closed and I exhaled heavily that I realized I had been holding my breath. I also realized that my cock...my clitoris...was pressing strongly against the cage, after having gone through one of the most erotic experiences I'd felt in my short life.
After taking a moment to let my breathing return to normal, I went to the adjacent bathroom and filled a glass of water. As an organized person, I had already separated my hormones into containers by hour and day of the week. I took my first dose of the morning in my hand and looked at it for a moment. Then, looking at the metal between my legs, I realized how far I had come and quickly put the pills in my mouth, swallowing them with the full glass of water. I looked at myself in the mirror again, almost as if I were about to see a change, but, of course, I knew it was nonsense, it would take some time for them to really take effect. Still, they would immediately fulfill their most important role: I was stopping any further male development. Good, I thought, it's the first day of the rest of your life, Jennifer. Better get dressed. This was a special and exciting post, a story about how a sissy became a sex doll soon to upload the second part and the sissy guide ♥️💋
Today I'm transforming into Doll 001. My brilliant latex-covered faceless suit reflected off me from the floor to ceiling mirror. In a few moments, it would become my home, sealed inside with me. Permanently. Allow me to go back a bit and explain who I am and what that means. About seven years ago, approximately a month after my 18th birthday, I received a call between tears from my aunt Bethany, whom I had barely spoken to more than a dozen times in my life. John, darling, I don't know how to tell you this well, but last night when your parents were coming home from a party, they were run over and killed by a drunk driver. I'm sorry. I'm flying to take care of you. I was destroyed, to say the least. During months, I fell into a deep depression. I was confused. I was lost. After well-meaning relatives told me that God had a plan for all of us, even started wondering if my parents' death was punishment for my own deviant sexuality. I knew I was transsexual, I knew I was a woman, but life had decided I would be born a boy, something I had struggled with for a long time.Aunt Bethany came to live with me for this time to help me. She and my mother had never been close, but it was worth something, she showed me nothing but kindness, and I slowly got out of my depression when I recovered, I realized that even though I could never recover my parents, she gave me a unique opportunity to explore and discover who I really was. Growing up, we didn't live what you could call an extravagant lifestyle, and it would have surprised many who didn't know us, but my family was exceptionally yummy. When I was very young, my father designed several important software pieces that were used in aerospace and military applications, and after selling his company for millions, a careful and intelligent investment turned a significant fortune into hundreds of millions. With the death of my parents, I inherited most of an eight-figure fortune. Of course, I couldn't access most of the money until I was 21 years old, but the generous trust that my parents had established was more than enough to get things started. My first task was to convince my aunt it would be better for me to have the opportunity to be alone. Although she doubted at first, I knew she wanted to go back to her own life, especially with her own share of the inheritance to spend. After a month of working slowly on her, I convinced her to let me be alone, under the condition that I would talk to her about my life and register with regularity. She really couldn't enforce that condition, I was legally an adult, but it made things easier for me to accept, besides she had something to say about how the trust funds could be spent.Once I had the house to myself, I set out to start my self-exploration. First, I got a large selection of various women's clothing, from very basic cotton underwear to exotic lingerie (at least that's what I thought at the time). I also ordered makeup based on YouTube videos I watched as research, hair care products and shaving creams and razors for body hair removal. After searching a bit more, I found a place in Germany that made high-security chastity devices; after spending many hours browsing feminization porn on the internet, I knew I wanted one to help reinforce my femininity, at least initially. Plus, the idea of locking it up was simply hot. Finally, I ordered testosterone blockers and female hormones. The research I did said this would stop any additional masculine characteristics from developing, not that I had many, and would slowly create feminine characteristics, which was fine for me. In general, I had ordered everything I needed to start becoming who I wanted to be. My next task was to create a feminine space for myself. I requested and received additional funds from the trust fund to hire contractors to remodel the largest free room, which had previously been my mother's art studio, into a suitable room for a young woman. This was apparently done to make my best friend Mandi feel more comfortable when she visited. I had always had trouble relating to guys (surprise, I know) and Mandi had been my friend for so long that we were almost like siblings. I always thought Mandi was pretty, but she didn't like guys, not even the androgynous types like me, so nothing ever came of it.Mandi, for her part, never had problems crashing on a sofa or one of the other guest rooms, and she never knew about my special space, which was locked with a key at all times. Mandi never asked, but I think she thought I kept it closed because it reminded me of my mother. The large wardrobe and adjacent bathroom would turn this space into my perfect secret sanctuary. Besides normal furniture, my room also had a new computer with virtual reality headset and a reclining comfortable chair. My research in feminization pornography led me to the discovery of archives and hypnosis videos, so I prepared a small space to enjoy them to the fullest. The clothes and makeup I ordered arrived quickly, the benefit of wasting them for a fast delivery. The chastity belt and pharmacy hormones took a bit more time, but I used the time to organize the clothes and makeup as they entered and practiced makeup, hair styling, and depilation. My already unkempt hair had grown even longer in the last months, so I had something to work with. My aunt thought it was depression, but I had decided I wanted a natural long hair.For when everything arrived, I had already practiced making a completely smooth body, applying makeup, having hair down to my shoulders and well-organized closet and dresser. I even discovered my new female name Jennifer after my mother's second name. The day before turning 19 years old, I had a small party, mostly just the few friends I had from school. Mandi brought wine, of course, along with her girlfriend Erin. I always thought Erin didn't like me, probably because she was very close to Mandi, but she was nice enough for my birthday party. I'm sure the people who attended thought it was like any other birthday party, but for me, this was an opportunity to say goodbye to my old self, even if they didn't know it. The next day, my birthday, seemed like the perfect opportunity to start. After all, it was going to be the birth of my new self, so it seemed fitting.After waking up on the day of my birthday, I showered, went to my new room, and stood in front of a full-length mirror. I wanted to take one last look at my old self before starting to change it completely. I ran my hands over my smooth and androgynous body and brought them to my cock. My member was swollen with excitement and I thought about giving it one last jerk, just to relieve the pressure, but I decided not to; today was the day I changed my life and there would be no distractions. Breathing deeply, I placed the bag of ice that I had brought from the freezer for this purpose in my genitals. The cold and shock made my erection weaken quickly, although I knew it wouldn't last long given my hormonal state. I moved quickly after having tried the chastity device before, making sure it was comfortable enough to use for a long time. The additional cost had been worth it; while it was uncomfortable when trying to get hard, otherwise it was almost imperceptible during my daily life. I also asked for a pair of thin and flexible straps that could be attached to a discreet belt around my waist, which would help keep the device in place between my legs. I started by applying a generous amount of lubricant to my genitals before pushing them through the ring at the base, which adjusted to fit my body shape. Then I slid my penis into the tube and fitted it in its place. The device I ordered was specifically designed to be as low as possible, forcing my penis to tilt downwards and between my testicles, meaning that with my fairly unimpressive genitals, it would present a minimum bulge. After deciding I was satisfied that there were no pinches and everything was adjusted correctly, I placed the high-security barrel lock in its place and turned the key, blocking the device. In me. In case of a real emergency (I was young and horny, not entirely stupid) I had already hidden the spare key in a safety deposit box at a bank about 5 hours from home. Inconvenient, but technically accessible if necessary.I placed the key I had in my possession in a padded box and put it in a safe with a high-security timer lock that I had installed in the dressing room. The lock had already been programmed to open on the day of my 21st birthday, the day when the trust would be completely under my control, and not a day earlier; a long-lasting battery along with a backup guarantee that the timer would function as designed. No device is truly secure, but this would make it very difficult to extract. After taking a deep breath, I closed the door. My finger hesitated over the lock button for a moment, but I closed my eyes and thought about how far I'd come, and pressed the button, listening to the lock's sliders sliding into place with considerable finality. It wasn't until the lock had closed and I exhaled heavily that I realized I had been holding my breath. I also realized that my cock...my clitoris...was pressing strongly against the cage, after having gone through one of the most erotic experiences I'd felt in my short life.After taking a moment to let my breathing return to normal, I went to the adjacent bathroom and filled a glass of water. As an organized person, I had already separated my hormones into containers by hour and day of the week. I took my first dose of the morning in my hand and looked at it for a moment. Then, looking at the metal between my legs, I realized how far I had come and quickly put the pills in my mouth, swallowing them with the full glass of water. I looked at myself in the mirror again, almost as if I were about to see a change, but, of course, I knew it was nonsense, it would take some time for them to really take effect. Still, they would immediately fulfill their most important role: I was stopping any further male development. Good, I thought, it's the first day of the rest of your life, Jennifer. Better get dressed. This was a special and exciting post, a story about how a sissy became a sex doll soon to upload the second part and the sissy guide ♥️💋
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