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Later that same night Victoria awoke with a strong memory of her aunt's voice in her ear. His aunt always had a bedtime story of her own creation for Victor, and she remembered many of them as if she had just heard them yesterday.

This night as Victoria lay half awake, half in a state of dreams, she recounted one of her favorites in her head.

"I want so much from you little girl, I don't only want to take your masculinity away, I want you to embrace femininity. It's not only that though, for what good is simple, perhaps prudish femininity? No. I want you to be so much more. I want to not only turn you into a woman, I want that woman you will become to be a whore."

"Picture you and me, not too far in the future. You shave your body completely as I supervise to make certain that you don't miss a single stray hair. When you are nice and silky smooth I fetch the enema bag, put you on your knees, and clean you out perfectly so that you will be nice and fresh for your late night visitor. When you are done showering, squeaky clean, you'll stand in front of the big mirror, doing your makeup, perfuming your body. At some point in these feminine rituals I'll come to you, gloved and carrying a bottle of lubricant. I'll bend you over the counter and grease your behind. Don't think that this will be erotic though, just a necessary step in your preparations. When my fingers are done penetrating you I'll leave you to finish."

"When you are ready you'll come into my bedroom to get dressed, I'll already have your clothes for the evening all set out. Six-inch black leather stiletto heels, black stockings with a matching garter belt. A very sexy, lacy g-string, bra, and of course your breast forms. Over it all a leather skirt so short that it barely covers your round bottom, and a sheer blouse allowing a full view of your beautiful bra. Your blonde wig will complete the ensemble."

"Dressed you'll follow me to the living room and kneel down just inside the door. I'll cuff your hands together behind your back, and add cuffs to your ankles for good measure. Then you will wait."

"A man you have never met, an older, cold and cruel man whom I have an arrangement with will come in without knocking. He won't say a word to you, simply walk to you, and to make certain that you are paying attention, will slap your face. Hard."

"He'll then open his pants and use your mouth. Not gently, not lovingly, I don't want you to misunderstand. He'll fuck your mouth, hard and brutally, driving himself deep into your throat, making you gag, bringing tears to your eyes. Still he will not speak."

"When he's had his fill of your mouth he'll go behind you, undue your bonds, and push you forward. Your skirt will be pulled up, your panties pulled down. He'll spank your cute little bottom, again without gentleness, for he is a brutal man and prefers violence to love. When he's satisfied with the blistering of your ass, with your cries, your fucking will begin. Hard, fast, and deep, fucking until he cums buried deeply within your body."

"When he is through with you he'll pull away. Standing he'll fix his clothing, and simply walk out of the house, walk out of your life, with never a word being said to you."

"Sweet dreams my precious little girl, dream of him tonight, perhaps someday I'll make that dream come true for you."

As the story ended Victoria slipped back into a contented sleep.