Gender Bending Daughter Ch. 03: Toys

I stood, staring at my reflection in the mirror. It still amazed me that a little over three weeks ago, I had been a man. Now, the image looking back at me from the mirror was a diminutive 5 foot 4 inch young woman, with large shapely breasts, smooth dark skin, and long luxurious black hair that reached all the way down to my waist.

My thick eyelashes blinked, revealing my round brown eyes. I smiled approvingly at my fit body, but suddenly noticed a slight bloating in my tummy and thighs. I had also snapped twice at my boyfriend, Tom, over dinner last night. Nothing major, but maybe I was coming down with something. My father was a medical doctor, so I could have him check me.

Dad had always been a imposing, if not often involved, presence in my life growing up as his son.

He seldom spent time with me. However, that had all changed after science made me into a woman, indiscernible from a natural born female.

Apparently, my father had wanted a daughter all along because now that I was woman, he couldn't keep his hands off me, or his penis out of me. Not that I am complaining, his "training" had tamed me in the bedroom, making it possible to relish his attention, as well as the affection of my beau, who had undergone the gender switching procedure with me, changing her from girlfriend to boyfriend.

I had finally not only become comfortable as a woman, but immensely enjoyed my newly submissive role in the bedroom. "Catching" can be even more fun than "throwing," especially if the pitcher knows what he is doing!

The only thing I regret was creating a female body for me with such a strong sexual drive. It placed me at the mercy of every male, especially my father, who had a seemingly unending libido himself. I was the perfect lover for him, as my sexual desires never abated, though my gentiles needed a brief rest from time to time.

Today, I was preparing for a weekend trip to a lake cabin, where my father would be waiting, with all sorts of new sex toys and untold plans for using them on me. My boyfriend could not make it out to the cabin, so I would once again be alone with my father's carnal lust, which both excited and terrified me.

The trip to the cabin was uneventful, the countryside as beautiful as I remembered. The cabin was large, with a huge window overlooking the blue lake below. Although it was hot outside, the cabin was air-conditioned and set at a comfortable temperature, ideal for walking around naked, which is how father demanded I appear in his presence.

As I carried my luggage into the main bedroom, I felt the first cramp low in my stomach. The next one practically doubled me over. I managed to remove every stitch of clothing, holding by stomach the whole time.

"Is that you Alena," dad yelled from downstairs.

"Yes daddy. I am in pain, come quickly!" I shouted back.

He bounded into the room, seeing me laying on the floor, immediately got out one of medical devices, scanning my body from head to foot. He abruptly started laughing loudly. My face turn red with anger and hurt, but he helped me up and sat me on the couch. I was still clutching my stomach, as another cramp tightened it in pain.

"Adena, it has been almost four weeks since you became a female. So it is only nature you are now getting your first menstrual cycle. Nothing to worry about, the cramps and bleeding are normal. Drink lots of water, go to the bathroom, and then come downstairs," he commanded.

I looked down and noticed a little bloody spot on the leather couch, and blushed.

"Daddy, it really aches! Worse than when I broke my leg climbing that tree, as a kid," I said.

He checked me further, with another device, studying the readings carefully.

"I see what is going on. When you quadruple your sex drive, it increased your hormone levels in kind, resulting in this severe period. So, you have no one to blame but yourself," he said, shaking his head.

"Can you give me something to make it go away?" I pleaded.

"Yes, but for now, I think we should make the most of your discomfort and natural lubrication," he said winking at me.

I kept quiet despite my agony. I knew that arguing with him would only earn me a spanking. Dad was a short but powerful man, with dark skin like mine, and silver hair. As his daughter, he had trained me not to challenge him, even when I was in pain.

He led me down the stairs to the basement, making sure I didn't slip from the periodic cramping. By the time I was downstairs, I was dripping blood and, occasionally, thick red globs.

"Daddy, do you have something to stop the blood?" I said, ashamed of the mess I was making.

He walked behind a strange chair-like apparatus, hanging from the ceiling. He pushed it playfully toward me.

"I've got the perfect plug for you!" he said, looking down at his rock hard cock for emphasis.

I slowly made my way over to him, not thinking him funny in the least.

"I like your new eyeshade and lipstick. You are getting quite adept at putting on makeup. I especially appreciate you removing your pubic hairs, smooth is nice. Now, let me help you in, so I can swing you," he said, chuckling.

I examined the ropes that suspended the harness from the ceiling. Dad was obviously quite pleased with his new toy. He took me by the arm, turned my back to him, and then gathered my hair into bunches, using rubber bands to make two long ponytails. With my shaved pubes and schoolgirl ponytails, I must have looked like a little girl!

Dad easily lifted me into the suspension chair, slipping my legs in first, and then secured my legs in the harness straps. He hoisted the chair up to waist height, causing another cramp, I moaned.

The rear straps supported my butt, but completely exposed it. The straps holding my legs forced them wide apart. It wasn't painful, except for the cramps, but I felt totally helpless and open. I had no way of controlling the position of my body, or stopping the red goop from dripping slowing to the floor.

My dad spun me around and around. At first, I forgot my cramps and giggled like a little girl, ponytails floating in the air behind me. However, as things continued to speed by, disorientation and cramping set in. He abruptly stopped me directly in front of him. My head was still spinning and my knees were high and wide apart.

Dad was holding what appeared to be a hefty old-fashioned motorized vibrator. It hummed powerfully, as he applied it to my bare pussy. Blood from my vagina dripped on the vinyl floor. I tried to close my legs, but they were hopelessly pinned wide apart by the chair straps.

He used the vibrator to swing me back by pressing hard against my pussy. I let out a loud wail, as the chair swung back. The vibrator left my pussy for a moment, and then I swung back into him, the blood covered head of the vibrator jammed into my pussy. It was pure torment, followed by pure joy.

I groaned with a mixture of anguish and ecstasy, as he continued to swing me back and forth in the same manner. After what seemed like forever, I was desperately gasping for air.

"Daddy...I can't...take...it...anymore...please...stop," I begged between ragged breaths.

He ceased swinging me with the vibrator head, but kept it firmly pressed into my pussy, as he positioned himself behind me, careful to avoid the growing pool of red muck on the floor.

I could feel his hard cock pressed between my ass cheeks. I knew what he wanted, and reached behind me with both hands, spreading my cheeks as far apart as possible, given my current restraints.

I took a deep breath, as his thick cock slid into my ass, and withdrew in a whoosh. My entire body trembled, as I heard him click the vibrator; it suddenly leapt into a frantic buzzing, vibrating wildly in my bloody pussy. I arched my back, and let out a garish groan.

Daddy was pumping me hard in the ass, his fat cock stretching my hole, with each upward thrust. The combination of the vibrator and his cock strokes quickly brought me to a rocking orgasm, despite my cramps. It caused my abdomen and legs to contract and release with each spasm. I bucked as far as could, but my weight in the chair severely limited my movements.

I was whimpering constantly, in a trance, drops of sweat and blood intermingling on the floor. After several more orgasms, daddy unexpectedly switched off the vibrator, removing it from my tender gory pussy. He also pulled his cock out of my ass. I fell limp in the chair, my head slumped down, as I sat there panting, he walked around in front of me.

"Ready for the main attraction?" he said.

I raised my head to look at him. He was grinning and his cock was still standing at attention, rock hard.

I was too exhausted to make a sound. He pressed my knees even further apart, stepped into me, thrusting his shaft into my bloody pussy. I began moaning, as he intensely pumped me. My father was right, the blood acted as an effective lubricant, allowing him to drive his cock deep into my vagina, causing the suspension chair to move back and then forward, as my ponytails bounced up and down.

Eventually, his rhythm picked up, the chair swung much faster, and I felt him come deep inside in me. Despite the cramping and exhaustion, I relished the feeling of his warm cum in my vagina, He stepped back, gently pulling out of me, and then set the chair to spinning slowly.

As I spun around, his cum and my blood drops, fell to the ground from my pussy. He reached out and caught several drops of cum on his fingers, and then put his fingers in my mouth. I sucked it eagerly, swallowing his milky white cum.

He got me a glass of water, which I gulped down. He stroked my face with the back of his large hand. I purred like a kitten.

"Good girl, Adena. The reason you are extra horny right now is your period. Your hormones are really rampant up," he said reassuringly.

Our eyes locked together, he kissed me passionately. He finally pulled away, picked up a blanket and draped it over me, securely tucking it around the straps. He walked to the stairs, turning back for a moment.

"You sleep now, and I will be back in an hour or two," he said, quickly bounding up the stairs.

I started to cry out, but thought better of it. I tried to shift my weight into a more comfortable position, but gave up in frustration. Eventually, I drifted off, in spite of the cramps. Fortunately, my dream was pleasant.

I was sitting in a warm bathtub, my daddy carefully washing me with a dripping washrag. My hair was wet, stuck to my back, as he found my clitoris and began gently massaging it. I groaned my approval. Just as I was about to climax, father woke me up.

"Time to get down from the chair swing," he said, lowering me to the ground.

He helped me up. I stood uncertainly, as he steadied me and wrapping the blanket around me. We stepped over the bloody pool on the floor, and he escorted me upstairs. He placed an old-style pad on my crotch, tapping it uncomfortably to my skin, but I was glad to have something absorbing the leakage. We ate a full lunch, chatted idly about my adjustment to life as a woman.

"Daddy, it was fun being your little girl downstairs, having you swing me," I said, giggling naughty.

He looked at me and smiled, mischievously.

"Did you enjoy the vibrator?" he inquired.

"Yes, but the higher setting was too intense, especially with the cramps," I said, honestly.

"Good to know," he said, winking at me.

"I have two more toys for you to try after lunch," he said, with a coy smile.

I knew better than to ask what he had in mind. Dad loved his surprises. My mind raced with fear and anticipation. We finished the meal, cleared the dishes, and he took my hand, leading me to the basement again.

While I was preparing lunch, he must have gone downstairs because the blood was gone, along with the suspension chair. They were replaced by a barrel-looking device on one side of the room, and a bench, on the other side. The bench had a large box mounted on one end.

He walked me over to the half-barrel laying on the floor. It had a small dildo protruding from the top and a rubber protrusion positioned just in front of the dildo.

"This called a Sybian," dad said, as he carefully sat me on it.

My legs straddled the half-barrel, forcing my knees on the ground, and butt resting on top. It was quite like having sex cowgirl style. My weight forced the small dildo into my pussy and the rubber protrusion into the folds of my clitoris. I suddenly had a bad feeling about this device.

Then, I felt the Sybian begin to vibrate between my legs, but the strongest sensation by far came from my clitoris. Although the dildo was moving too, it was that rubber protrusion in my clit that took away my breath.

My tummy started hurting again, as the vibrations brought back the menstrual cramps. I groaned, not sure whether from the pain of the cramps or the pleasure being dealt out to my pussy by the Sybian.

"Open your mouth," dad said.

From my previous training, I knew he wanted a blowjob. This was the most challenging part of becoming a woman for me. Taking a dick in my mouth, especially down my throat, required not only practice suppressing my natural gag reflex, but I had to overcome my revulsion at the concept, having been a straight male until just four weeks ago.

Daddy dropped his pants. He grabbed my hair, and pushed his cock all the way down my throat. I coughed, but managed to suck hard, the way he had taught me.

As he began pulling my head back and forth, sliding his massive shaft in and out of my open mouth, I heard and felt the Sybian speed up, which caused my clitoris and pussy to vibrate faster, making my abdominal cramps worse.

The quicker his cock moved, the faster the machine vibrated. The agony from my cramps would have doubled me over, if not for the cock in my mouth. By the time the machine reached it highest setting, my body was shaking uncontrollably, and I was wailing at the top of my lungs, he around the swollen cock in my mouth. The combination of pain and ecstasy aroused me like never before.

After I came twice, my father abruptly stopped the Sybrian and pulled his cock out of my mouth. I was gasping for breath, my arms clutching my stomach, as the cramps rocked me. Dad had to practically carry me over to the bench.

"Lay on your tummy, with our legs facing the machine," he said, helping me on the bench.

My large breasts partly bulged hung over each side of the rather narrow bench. A foam riser in the middle of the bench pushed into my abdomen and hips, thrusting my naked ass high into the air. Dad carefully removed the pad from my crotch, spread my butt cheeks wide, and worked open my rectum with his fingers coated in cream.

Then, he slid something hard, thick and long into my butt. I could tell it wasn't his cock, it felt too solid. He pushed it deep into me and I groaned from the pressure.

"Ready, sweetie?" he said.

"Ready?" I said, tensely.

He didn't respond, but I heard a powerful humming from between my legs, and felt the shaft slowly slide out and then back into my ass. I started to squirm, but dad pressed my back into the bench, preventing further movement.

"Relax little one, this is just a fucking machine," he said flatly.

"A fucking machine?!" I practically yelled in fright.

"Yes, it will automatically pump your ass with a dildo," he said.

I didn't relax, but couldn't move much either. The machine picked up speed, the huge dildo slipping in and out of my ass at an increasing pace. My father firmly held me place, reaching down and pinching one of my nipples hard, twisting it slightly.

"Ouch!" I cried out.

"If you don't want another one, then settled down and submit to the machine," he said.

I slumped on the bench and tried to accept the intrusion of the dildo into my ass. I immediately heard the machine whine louder, feeling a corresponding increase in speed of the dildo's movements. I gasped and groaned loudly.

In response, my dad turned up the machine even higher. Now the dildo was plunging deeply into me and out again, so quickly and powerfully, I could hardly catch my breath.

My entire body tensed in preparation for a mind-numbing climax. In spite of my cramps, my back bowed high, legs curled up, and head raised high, as I came repeatedly. Orgasmic waves washed over me. Dad eventually slowed the machine to a complete stop.

He removed the dildo, carefully picked me up, turned me, and laid me on my back. The foam wedge on the bench was bloody and felt wet against my butt. It pushed my cunt high in the air.

Dad slid the dildo back into my ass. It seemed to be self-lubricating, as it went in without resistance or pain. Since I was face up, I could now see the long rod extending from the dildo to a huge motor and complicated mechanical assembly.

Dad climbed on top of me, thrusting his still throbbing cock into my bleeding pussy. I groaned, as both of my holes stretched to accommodate his thick dick and the large dildo. I grabbed my father's head and pulled his mouth to mine, our tongues darted in and out of our respective mouths. As he began to pump me faster, the machine matched his pace in perfect harmony.

He and Tom, my boyfriend, had done a great job of training me to accept two dicks willingly. Being double penetrated was now not only fulfilling in every sense of the word, but also thrilling, as my father was controlling both shafts. He increased the rhythm, causing me to emit a loud groan with each inward stroke of his cock and the dildo.

"Daddy, I love you so much," I panted.

He took my head and kissed me all over my face, ending with a passionate kiss on my mouth, while continuing to fuck me faster and faster. We both came together, my legs wrapped around him, pulling him deep into me. Our bodies arched, and we both let out a long low moan, and then collapsed on the bench.

The machine went quiet, but the dildo remained seated in my butt and dad's cock deep in my vagina. We must have drifted off to sleep because by the time I came to, it was dark outside, light no longer came into the room from the basement windows.

We went upstairs, ate a late dinner, showered in an old-fashion water shower, and then cuddled up on a feather mattress. An ancient styled flat screen TV hung on the wall. After fidgeting with the menus, dad managed to call up a selection of porn. He picked several featuring father-daughter couplings, of course. Dad gave me a pill and a new pad. The drug immediately stopped the cramps, and the pad felt great between my legs. We soon fell asleep in each other's arms. I had never felt so loved and safe.

The next morning we got up and after our bathroom rituals, dad opened his suitcase, taking out a school uniform, just like the one girls wore at the private academy I attended as a youth. He offered it to me.

"Daddy, you have to be kidding? It would make me look like a teenager, don't make me wear it," I said imploringly.

He continued to hold out the uniform until I took it from him and put it on. He dragged me to the bathroom and stood behind me, and once again gathered my hair into two ponytails. Now, I really did look like a teenage girl. Maybe he was trying to make up for not having a young daughter in the house.

"Daddy, can I have another pill, the cramps are back, worse than ever!" I said.

"Not yet," he said.

He took me back to the bed, bent me over his knees, my head almost touching the floor, feet high in the air. I knew this position well; it meant I was going to receive a stiff spanking. I shouldn't have taken so long to accept the uniform.

Instead of using a paddle or even his hand, as he had done before, I felt the sharp crack of a stick.

"Ouch, stop!" I yelped, trying to wiggle free.

Dad tightened his grip, making me count out 10 more strikes of the stick