We had been talking online for a few weeks.  I would be lying if I said I wasn't incredibly nervous.  For a long time I had felt as if something was missing from my life, that something just wasn't quite right.  Then about a year ago, watching a little porn, something must have clicked in the back of my mind and has since spiraled out of control in my brain, becoming the thing I long for the most.  One little comic with a white boy losing a bet to his black friend.  That was it.  Now here I was, getting dressed after my shower, having cleanly shaven my entire body, preparing to go meet Don.  As I said, I met Don online, on Adam4adam a few weeks ago.  I had the profile for a while, but I was looking for something specific.  After a few months of politely turning guys down when I got messages, finally I got one that made me feel weak.  "I think I can help you find your place." That was all it said and I could see from the profile picture he was a large man.  A large black man.  He was nearly twice my size and over half a foot taller than me.  Here I was at 5'9 and this thick muscular man with a little roundness to him weighed in at 320 standing 6'4.  I went straight away through his pictures, the first picture again but now larger, the second was another shot of his wonderful body from another angle, and then finally the third.  There was the close-up.  Hanging flaccid between his legs was the most beautiful, meaty, hunk of white boy converter I had ever seen.  He was holding a coke can next to it and his cock had to be twice as long as the can and almost as wide.  His massive balls hung behind, resting in his weighty sack just above the head of that monster.  Instantly my hands flew to respond to his message and then immediately after to my puny little cock.  I must have beat 5 little loads out of myself that first night we talked, each one drier than the one before.  He was always very polite with me, telling me to take my time until I was ready.  Later it almost seemed like he was toying with me.  Purposefully suggesting things to make me hot and then telling me to wait until I was ready.  Finally, he sent me a message the morning of the 4th of July, asking if I would like to come have a celebration just the two of us.  My loins were burning and I had an itch I couldn't scratch.  A week before he told me I should only beat off once a month and I can't explain the power this man had over me, but I obeyed without question.  I rushed to respond to his message and began getting ready.  Now, here I am, tucking my worthless white dick and sack into this cock cage he instructed me to buy.  I slip my jeans on over top, throw on a t-shirt, and I am out the door.  Millions of scenarios ran through my head as I drove to his house.  Was I making the right decision, should I do this, is he going to hurt me, what if this was all a trick, what if I get scared.  By the time I pulled in his driveway, I was a wreck.  Shaking, I walked slowly to the door and rang the doorbell.  Within 10 seconds the door opened and there he was.  God he was gorgeous. "Hi" was all I could meekly squeeze out, still shaking.  Still wondering if this was the right decision.  The fact that my little stick was straining at the inside of its cage gave me some solace I was where I should be. "Hey there, come on in sweetie," he said as he stood to the side and wrapped his massive arm around me.  I know he could feel me shaking as he ushered me inside and locked the door behind us.  My heart jumped into my throat when the latch struck. "Let's take a seat in the living room," he said and I followed him through the house past the kitchen and into his living.  It was very down to earth, brown leather couch and loveseat that had very little signs of wear, his flat screen TV and several posters and pennants scattered around the room for various sports teams.  He took a seat at one end of the couch and sat at the other.  My brain was still going a million miles a minute, nothing was being said and I felt like the silence had going on for hours. "Are you feeling alright?" he asked me, finally breaking the neverending silence. "I..." suddenly without words I had to choke down a hard swallow and then mumbled uh-huh and weakly nodded.  He stood up, towering over me, and placed his hands on my shoulders before he spoke. "Just take a breath, you made the right choice.  Today will be a day you never forget."  I don't know how his words penetrated me so deeply but I felt a little better as his giant hands gently rubbed my shoulders.    "Tell you what, I'm going to pour us a few shots to take the edge off, why don't you go to the bathroom and splash some water on your face."  Feeling better as the seconds wore on I was able to look up and him and reply. "Okay." "That's a good girl."  I felt my ass twitch as he let that hang in the air for a second while I stood.  He pointed to the hallway and said, "Second door on the right, I left you a present in there but don't show it to me just yet." He said with a smile and popped me on butt.  "Yes sir," just spilled right out of my mouth as I returned his smile.  His face, his whole demeanor just had me falling back into the desire and longing that brought me to this place.  I don't know exactly what possessed me to respond that way, but his good girl comment still had my ass clenching and relaxing uncontrollably.  He walked off to the kitchen and I made my way down the hallway and into the bathroom.  I shut the door and then flicked the switch and found my present hung on the mirror.  A pink low rise thong.  This was no man thong.  Looking right past the fact that it was pink, it was flat, low on the hips, soft cotton not designed to "carry" anything.  That was not a thong for a man, this was a thong for girls and boys.  For girlieboys.  I could feel sweat bead on my forehead, my worthless white flesh strained inside it's prison unable to move and I dropped my jeans.  Taking the thong off the hanger I carefully stepped into it and slid it up my legs.  The rear fell perfectly in place between my round cheeks, the cage holding my puny white boy parts created a very small, but perfectly round bulge on the front of the thong.   It. Fit. Perfectly. I slid my jeans back on, splashed a little water on my face, and made my way back out to the living room.  He was already sitting back on the couch and there were six shots laid out on the coffee table. "Feel a little better?" he asked me with a knowing grin.  I couldn't help but grin right back and my eyes briefly flashed to his groin.  Jesus christ that's a bulge.  I didn't realize I was staring rather than peeking until he leaned forward to pickup a shot off the table.  I sat back at the other end of the couch and picked a glass as well.  He held his in the air and we clinked our glasses together. "To finding your purpose in life." he bellowed with a smile and down they went. We shared some small talk for a while, had our second shot and talked a little more. It had probably been about thirty minutes since I arrived and I was definitely feeling the alcohol.  He reached for the third shot and I followed suit.  He raised his glass and looked me straight in the eye. "Happy 4th of July Renee."  I felt my face blush, I don't know where that name came from and I didn't care, my hole was on fire.  I just continued to blush at him, too weak to break his gaze.  The more he began to refer to me as a girl, the more I felt my clothing was too far from feminine.  Finally he clinked his glass to mine and I snapped back to the world and took my shot.  After placing his glass back on the table, he cocked a leg up on the couch and leaned back in the corner of the arm and the back of the couch.  As I leaned forward to place my glass back on the table, I became very aware that my thong was riding very high out of my jeans in the back.  As I sat back up I looked over at him again and he was just grinning.  I blushed again and averted my eyes.  Down.  And there was that bulge again. I don't know how long he just let me stare at it before he spoke.  "Why don't you come on over here." I leaned forward again and crawled across the couch on all fours, knowing that my thong clad ass was hanging out of my jeans.  Once I was close enough, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled it down to his chest, my legs sprawled out behind me and I was laid out across his stomach and leg, my head held to his chest. "Why don't you go ahead and find out what a real man looks like white boy."  My heart was racing.  I don't think sprinting has ever made my heart race this fast.  My hand slowly slid down his strong chest, across his firm belly, and began undoing the button fly on his jeans.  I briefly wondered if he purposely didn't wear jeans with a zipper but that thought quickly left my mind as I finished the last button. I could see the first 2 inches of his trunk through the fly and I felt my mouth water.  I began sliding my hand along his shaft and down the leg of his pants as he stroked my hair.  My hand just kept going.  I think I finally reached the head about halfway down his thigh.  I slid my hand slowly back up the length of his shaft until I was about halfway and then tried to wrap my hand around it.  That was a joke.  My fingers didn't even come close to touching and I might as well have tried to wrap them around a firepole.  Holding his black meat as best I could I pulled it up and out of jeans and released it.  It landed on the couch between his legs with a thud.  I just stared in awe, my hand rubbing up and down his thick black shaft.  I have no idea how long I was stuck in the trance of just feeling the girth and the heat of his tool on my hand, but when he spoke, I listened. "I think it's time for me to see your present."  Without speaking a word, I stood and threw my tshirt into the corner.  I began removing my jeans, the sneaky grin never left his face as I slowly worked my jeans to the floor.  Now in nothing but my thong standing before him I have never felt more naked.  He looked me up and down and licked his lips before speaking again. "On all fours sissy." I instantly obeyed and once again began to feel that tightening in my most private ring.  He stood before me and removed his shirt, his huge barrel chest was gorgeous and his arms flexed as he reached and pushed his jeans to the floor.  His balls now visible before my eyes must be the size of plums.  He gave sack and shaft a little wiggle and I heard myself release a small whimper.  Satisfied that he had me right where he wanted, he sat back down on the couch with his ass right at the edge, his member hanging halfway to the floor. "Balls first," was all he said and I moved forward to that which I needed more than anything else.  I lifted his tool out from in front his three pint sack and sucked one of his balls into my mouth.  The taste and feel of his flesh was indescribable, every nerve in my body was on fire as I rolled my tongue around the massive sperm factory that barely fit into my mouth.  Continuing to slide my other hand up and down his shaft , I felt it begin to harden and I was less holding it and more pumping as much of it as I could keep in my hand.  I moved over to the other dangling organ and repeated the process as his cock fully hardened and pointed at a forty-five degree angle over my head. I felt a hand on the back of my head and he quickly had a handful of my hair, pulling my head up and laying that ungodly sissy maker across my face. "Do you understand why you're here now?" "Yes sir." "And why is that?" "Because I am a sissy." "Go on." "Because I am a weak little white boy, my place in life is servicing a real man's cock.  A real man's giant black pole.  To be his bitch in any way he wants me too.  I am your sissy." I could only see his ear to ear grin with one eye, but the effect was there.  He knew all along.  He knew from the moment he sent me the first message.  He kept working me into frenzies and ordering me not to cum.  He knew exactly what would happen.  The second my hand touched that monster all thoughts I had of touching the waste of skin that hung between my legs were gone forever.  In our conversations, he had always managed to work in some subtle comment about how white dick is just little girl flesh, that it was worthless, useless, unnecessary.  I guess that hit my psyche pretty strong, because here I am on all fours, the biggest cock I have ever seen now being pointed at my mouth by a beautiful bear of a man holding a handful of my hair, and this is hands down the horniest and most lustful I have ever been.   "Close your lips." He ordered  and I realized my mouth had been hanging wide open.  Doing as I was instructed, he pressed the head against my closed lips, never letting go of my hair.  He reached over with his other hand and grabs a bottle of what I can tell is ID's silicon lube.  As he begins squirting a steady stream of the clear liquid up and down his shaft, I further realize how true my conversion is.  Despite being hornier than I can imagine, since the moment I first touched the thick black tube in his pants, my puny white boy clitty has been hanging limp in its cage.   I guess that was it.  His massive cock is now sliding in and out of my mouth, glistening with lube. That was what my brain needed to fully realize my true purpose.  As his cock reaches the back of my throat, I don't know how I was able not to gag, but he gave the slightest push and my throat filled to maximum capacity.  His cock just kept coming, kept sliding in,  more and more cock coming down my throat until finally he had my nose crushed into his pubes. "That's my little white boy bitch,"  he threw is head back and just held me in place, his entire cock buried down my throat.  For what felt like hours he just held me there, a vice grip in my hair, his head laid back on the couch, staring at the ceiling.  The need to breathe was quickly throwing me into panic mode and I think he must have felt me tense up because he looked back down at me. "I knew you were going to be easy convert slut but damn.  Once you saw this black cock in person you were mine.  You do understand that you're mine?"  I did my best to nod but I think all I did was blink, which did nothing to clear the blackness sneaking in around my vision.   "That's a good little white sissy.  Your little pink lips look so good stretched around my cock."  And with that he pumped my head on his cock just a few times and then released me.  I gasped for breath but never left my submissive four-legged position on the floor.  Two breaths was all I got before he was at my throat again.  He repeated this process for what must have been the next 20 minutes.  The repeated lack of oxygen had made me really loopy and I'm sure the alcohol wasn't helping.  By the time he released me the last time, I had lost my arms.  I was aware that he stepped over me as I lay on the floor, ass in the air, arms collapsed beneath me.  Then I felt is huge strong hands wrap around my rib cage from behind and lift my torso up and set it on the couch, my knees still on the floor and my ass pointed straight back.  He pushed me straight forward into the couch until my thighs were completely pinned to the couch by his massive legs behind me. "Reach back and spread this lube around, it's time for your final submission,"  My hands went back as he slapped his giant tool down between my cheeks.  I began to stroke that glorious black flesh and felt him begin squirting the lube between my cheeks and onto my back.  I reached back and rubbed his cock around in the lube, getting it all over my hands and stroking it up and down his shaft as he slid up and down between my cheeks.  Finally he pulled back as I moved my arms back to the couch.  I could feel extra lube running down my shrivelled little sack and dripping to the floor.  And then I felt it, I was about to be complete, about to be full beyond the extent of the word.   The giant head of this massive manhood was about to put me in my place, about to prove to me that white "men" are truly nothing more than sissy little boys, designed for the sole purpose of providing black men with the utmost pleasure.  The head entered me and I felt every muscle in my body tighten.  He left just the head in for a moment as I panted.  I tried to reach around and grab, hell, grab anything, but my hands were covered in silicon lube and this leather couch may as well have been ice.  I started to wonder if he did that on purpose too but instantly stopped caring as he began progressing further into my little sissy pussy.   Every inch or so he would pull back just a little and then move forward again.  I could feel virtually every organ in my body move out of the way of this euphoric intruder and the deeper he got, the thicker his cock was at my entrance, right where my prostate was, and it was screaming at me to cum. Finally I felt his hips collide with mine and his sack swung forward UNDER my caged girly stick.  I felt so full it was like he was splinting my spine.  My legs and hips were locked in position against the couch and now he laid his body down onto my back, pressing my body into the couch and kissing on the back of my immobile neck.  Then he started thrusting.  Only moving a few inches in and out, he pumped into the deepest crevices of my existence, tearing pure pleasure out all along the way.  With every thrust a sound escaped my mouth, I don't know if it was a grunt, or moan, but it was without a doubt feminine.  Every thrust sent a rush of previously unknown pleasure up my spine from my depths, as well as forward from my prostate.  As his strokes became longer and longer I could no longer even put thoughts together as my whole body was electrified.  Every thrust pushed me closer and closer to something, I could tell it was near but I had no idea what it was. "You are such a good little bitch, Renee."  And with that, I found out exactly what I was building towards.  My whole body exploded, I know my eyes were open but I couldn't see a thing.  Wave after wave of intangible euphoria raced through every inch of my body.   "Oh fuck yes!  Milk your master sissy!"  I realized my ass was clenching like a vice around his cock as every thrust sent another wave crashing through.  My white sissy clitty spasmed in its cage and fluid just flowed out of me. "Keep cumming on that dick bitch!"  I could tell he was close now, for last minute my brain was exploding with pleasure and it didn't look to stop while he was still pumping in and out of me.  But I knew as my ass orgasmed around his cock it was working its magic on my master's pole. "Please make me your true bitch master.  Fill me with your hot seed."  I said and then couldn't help but moan like a whore.  He reared back and grabbed both my shoulders burying himself even deeper into my soul.  He began to grunt and I felt the head of his massive cock swell deep in my bowels the moment before I felt a flood of boiling hot cream shoot into my guts.  Shot after shot of hot, sticky, black cum filled me and made my transformation complete.   I guess he was right, I was Renee, and I could never forget what happened today.  Today I became free of the burden of acting like something I wasn't.  A man.  Today he "fully" explained to me that I was a sissy, and then he proved it.  Today... was my Independence Day.his is my first work of fiction.  Constructive criticismis always welcome.  I think I may have changed the tense a few times but bear with me.