“I’m tired of this!”  Yelled Ron as he closed the door to his apartment.  He had just been fired from yet again another job.  Ron’s life was in the dumps.  He was divorced.  His wife left him for another man when they found out he was shooting blanks, took most of his money in the divorce, he lost his job, and was living in a shit apartment in one of the worst neighborhoods in town.  He walked to his bed room and looked at himself in his full length mirror.  He was only 5’3 and 125 pounds.  “You’re not a real man.”  He whispered to himself.  His wife often said this to him toward the end of their relationship.  He looked out his window at the hookers that strolled up and down the street.  “It must be so easy being a woman, you can always sell yourself.”  He mumbled to himself.  He walked out of his room and into the spare room.  His wife only packed a single bag when she left so he put all of her things into the spare room.  He sat down at her vanity and sighed.  He pulled the rubber band from his long black ponytailed hair a remnant of his high school years that he couldn’t let go of.  “I’m not a real man.”  He repeated.  Suddenly a force came over him.  He didn’t know what it was but he opened the draw to the vanity and grabbed his wife’s tweezers.  “I’m not a real man!”  He yelled.  He began plucking his eyebrows into thin feminine arches as he repeated the statement over and over again.  Before he knew it he had two pencil thin eyebrows staring back at him in the mirror.  “W-what have I done to myself.”  He thought.  “You’re definitely not a real man now.”  He heard his wife’s voice say in his head.  It kept repeating over and over.  “She’s right, I’m not a man.”  He got up from the vanity and stripped off his suit.  He walked to the closet and rummaged around in one of the boxes until he found what he was looking for, dilapitory cream.  He walked into his bathroom and began lathering from his chin down in the foul smelling liquid.  The directions said to let it sit for 3-5 minutes but he let it sit for 15.  He then started the shower and watched as all his body hair fell to the tub floor and flowed down the drain.  He got out the shower and toweled off then rubbed lotion into his now hairless body.  He looked at himself in the full length mirror.  “I’m not a real man he repeated.  He walked back into the spare room and rummaged in the box again until he pulled out a small box, a comb and a hair dryer.  He walked back to the bathroom and began reading the back of the box.  “For maximum results first wet the hair fully then rub in the bleach and let sit for 30 minutes to achieve maximum blonde hair.”  He read.  His wife was a brunette but dyed her hair blonde from time to time.  He put his head in the sink and thoroughly soaked it.  He then put on the gloves included in the box and began to rub the thick cream thoroughly into his hair.  He sat on the toilet seat and began to chant that he wasn’t a real man and that was why he was doing this.  Soon 30 minutes past and he once again put his head in the sink and rinsed out the cream.  His once black hair was now platinum blonde.  “Why am I doing this?”  He asked himself.  “I already told you, you’re not a real man.  Now take the comb and blow dryer and tease up that hair and make it big!”  Said his wife’s voice once again.  “That’s right, I’m not a man.”  He began blow drying and back combing his hair as he had seen his wife do a few times.  After a few minutes, his once wet hair was now a big blonde wild mane of hair that many of the hookers walking the street were sporting.  He looked in the mirror.  “I still look like a guy, but I’m not a real man, I need to do more.”  He walked back to the spare room and once again sat at his wife’s vanity.  He opened her jewelry box which was filled with gaudy costume jewelry as she took all the real stuff.  He grabbed a pair of big hoop earrings and put them on.  He had his ears pierced in high school and fortunately the holes didn’t close.  “I need more.”  He said.  He opened the vanity drawer and pulled out a set of long thick fake eyelashes and proceeded to glue them on top of his own short eyelashes.  “Not enough.”  He said.  He then grabbed the mascara and began adding liberal coats to the already thick lashes making them thicker and heavy.  He then applied a base coat of foundation as he had seen his wife do.  He took blue eye shadow and covered his eyelids with it.  He added black eyeliner then used the pencil and went over his thin eyebrows.  He applied rouge to his cheeks, making it look like he had high cheek bones.  He took the lip liner pencil and outlined his lips before filling them in with pink lipstick which he then coated in liberal coats of lip gloss.  He finally looked himself over in the vanity mirror.  He finally no longer saw a man but a girl with big teased blonde hair, slutty caked on makeup and wet looking lips. “I’m not a man.”  He said once again.  He grabbed his wife’s favorite red nail polish and began painting his toes.  “Look how good you are at staying in the lines!  You are definitely not a man.” Said his wife’s voice.  Once he finished with his toes he was about to move on to his nails when he remembered something.  His wife used to always where fake nails and cut them to just barely beyond her fingertips because the polish stayed on longer and didn’t chip but she still wanted a natural look.  He rummaged in the bottom drawer until he found an unopened pack.  The nails were at least an inch and a half past his fingertips but unlike his wife, he had no plans on cutting them down.  He rummaged in the drawer for the nail glue but the only thing he found was super glue.  He didn’t care; he didn’t plan on removing them anytime soon.  He began gluing the nails on top of his until he had ten long fake talons.  He then proceeded to paint them the same slutty red color. While he waited for them to dry, He began muttering to himself “I’m not a real man, need to do more.”  Once the nails were dry, he got up and went into more boxes.  He pulled out a pair of black fishnet stockings and rolled them up his hairless legs.  He then pulled out a pair of black open toed 6inch platform sandals and slipped them on his feet.  “Not a man.” He chanted while he practiced walking around the room in them until he got the hang of it.  He then found a short black dress that she used to wear clubbing and a black thong.  He put both on and then walked to his bedroom.  He looked at himself in the full length mirror.  He knew Ron was gone; staring at him was a blonde club slut, wearing a skimpy outfit with too much makeup, too high heels and too long nails.  “Not a man anymore.  Ron is gone.”  He said out loud.  He looked around.  The problem was he was standing in Ron’s room, full of Ron’s things.  He knew what he had to do.  He went into his drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors.  He began going through all his drawers.  First he cut up all Ron’s underwear, then his socks, next came his pants and shirts, lastly he cut up all his ties.  “There.  No more briefs, only panties, no more pants ever, only skirts and dresses, and definitely no more flats.”  He said.  He planned on replacing all his old clothes with his wife’s in the spare room.  He gathered all his tattered clothes and male shoes and put them in a trash bag.  He walked out to his car now armed with a purse which contained all his cash, credit card, and ID.  He put the trash bag in his trunk and drove to a dumpster across town.  He dumped the bag and everything that represented Ron and all his maleness into the dumpster.  He got back in his car and drove to a sex shop he had passed on his way there.  He walked in past the guy working the counter who was eying him up and down.  Even though he had lost his job he still had a 2000 dollar credit limit.  He immediately went to the racks of clothes and picked up a black fishnet body stocking.  “I need this.”  He said.  He soon realized he needed a lot of things.  He picked up a black pvc miniskirt that would barely cover his ass, a black pvc corset, a pair of shiny black thigh high six inch platforms boots, a 10 inch dildo, a butt plug, a pair of huge 40EE glue on breasts and medical grade glue.  He was about to take his purchases up to the counter when he spotted a small box.  “CB6000 male chastity device.”  He read out loud.  He skimmed over the back and knew he had to have it.  He took his items up to the counter.  “Wow honey, you sure are doing a lot of shopping.”  Said the clerk.  He just smiled.  The clerk picked up the chastity device and smiled.  “Got a little wimp you need to lock up?”  Ron smiled.  “I sure do.”  He thought.  “Is there a bathroom I can use?”  He asked after he paid for his things.  “Sure in the back.”  Said the clerk.  He walked to the back of the store and entered the tiny one man bathroom and locked the door behind him.  He put his bags down and stripped naked.  He grabbed his dick and began to quickly stroke it.  “I’m not a real man.”  He silently chanted to himself.  Within 30 seconds he was cumming in his hand.  He without thinking brought his hand to his pink lips and began licking the slime from his hand.  Once he was clean, he got out the chastity device, put it on and locked the pad lock.  “I’m never touching my penis again.”  He thought.  He threw the key to the lock in the toilet and quickly flushed it.  He next got out the butt plug and jammed it into his asshole until he was sure it was secure.  He got out the fake breasts and glue.  He applied a liberal amount of glue to each breast before attaching it to his chest.  The medical grade glue dried instantly and he was happy that the breast matched his skin tone.  “All blonde bimbos need a set of big fake tits.”  He thought.  He then put on the fishnet body stocking, corset which barely covered his large fake breasts, miniskirt, and put his heels back on.  He put his fishnets in one of his bags but threw the dress and thong into the toilet, deeming them too conservative for his new sluttier look. He resolved that he was never going to wear panties either.  He walked back out into the shop and the clerk gasped.  He saw a hot blonde wearing a fetish outfit and he could also see his now locked up penis under his short miniskirt.  “Oh my god, you’re a guy?”  Said the clerk.  “Not anymore.”  He said as he walked out the door.  He put his new purchases in the back and got back into his car and drove home.  He parked a few blocks from his house and began to walk the streets.  “I need some cock.”  He thought.  He began walking the streets until a tall, muscular, bald black man came up to him.  “How much?” He asked.  “No charge since you will be my first ever cock.”  He said.  The black man smiled and pulled him into a nearby alley.  He reached out and pulled off the skirt and corset and saw his locked up clit.  “Holy shit you got a dick.”  Said the man.  “It’s just a useless piece of skin, that’s why I locked it up.  I don’t even have the key.”  He said.  “Damn, I ain’t never been with no girl like you before, but you sexy as fuck and I’m still gona tear that ass up.”  He suddenly began stripping off all his clothes until he was only wearing a pair of shoes.  Without thinking, he kneeled down and immediately took his large cock into his mouth.  “I’m not a man, I’m bitch and I’m sucking cock like a bitch.”  He thought.  “Good, now you know your true place.”  Said his wife’s voice.  He agreed and then took the entire cock down his throat.  “Damn baby!”  Yelled the black man. Here he was, dressed on in a fishnet bodystocking, heels, and chastity sucking the dick of an unknown naked black man.  After 5 minutes of choking on his dick the man stood him up and bent him over the near by dumpster.  He pulled the large but plug out of his ass and threw it on the ground next to his discarded clothes.  He pulled his ass cheeks apart with his long nails ready to be entered.  “fuck me daddy!”  he shouted.