Alexis' perspective. (Sissy/Feminization/Gay)

Avery sets me up nicely. I've got a big, private room, and two helpers. The plan? Convert whiteboys.

I meet Kaylee and Sandra. They're like me. Kaylee's complete, she's got a pussy now and huge tits, though, I can't see the naughty bits. Sandra's a bit earlier in the process than I am. Her dick is small, but still a little bigger than mine, and her chest is flat. Our panel hasn't started, so I decide to get to know them a bit better.

"I just did this solo at the start. No girlfriend, no wife, no cuck stuff. I just wanted to be a part of this." Kaylee smiles. She's got a hime-haircut, long white hair, bright red eyes with white eyelashes. She's got spade tattoos, well, in spades. She looks like a crazy alt-girl. Spades dangling from her nipple piercings, a nose ring, lip rings, etc. She giggles, "I've never been happier, especially now that I got my family. My dad hated me as a kid. Call me a F--" She stops. "That word is pretty loaded, can hurt some people. Uhh, you know the one. Not fucker. He treated me like complete shit. Mom, fucking hole, wasn't in my life-- likely on the side of the street sucking dick so she could shoot up. At first I turned to **** and drinks, Momma's boy I guess... bad idea. I know most people would tell you that joining a sex-cult isn't a good idea either, but fuck 'em. I'm clean now, I feel great, I'm healthy, I'm in a body I love, with people I love... I have a husband, real friends, and a real family here." She smiles. "Still can't break the cigs though, but, fuck-- these people here are even helping me break that habit."

Sandra smiles, "I'm Kaylee's submissive. We're both pansexual, and I serve and worship her and her husband, which-- I know sounds strange, but we're happy. I have no plans on becoming fully female, actually. I like my body the way it is!" Kaylee laughs, kissing Sandra on the cheek. "Not like your dick works though." Sandra laughs, "Yes, but I wanted that. I just like keeping some of my boyish traits. I want to be called 'she' though." Sandra's not got a piercing or tattoo on her. She's got bright pink hair and eyes, but it doesn't look dyed. She's slim, but fit. Shorter than Kaylee, but toned. She's a crazy perfect mix of boy and girl. "I was raised in a very rich family. We were to be prim and proper, I was supposed to take on my dad's company, creating capacitors for electronic devices-- and, don't get me wrong, I love electronics, video games, and shit but... I couldn't bring myself to do it. It was one day at church, listening to the sermon that I realized, wow! I hate this life. I couldn't spend time being introspective, learning and building upon myself..." A sigh. "I found this place online, and met Kaylee. We talked up for a few years, and then both one day I said, 'fuck it'. I flew down here, pledged my allegiance to my goddess and her husband, Christian, and viola! Happy. I got to witness her being bred last year, and she had her first beautiful, mixed baby girl. We've all been busy being parents, so... we've not been with the... dirtier side of things as a result. Still gotta be good parents, you know!" Kaylee nods, "And I'm a wonderful momma. Christian likes to act like a tough guy, but he's the sweetest father." Sandra smiles and nods, chuckling with Kaylee..

Kaylee, "So, tonight, Christian told us to go have fun while he watches the kid. We heard about this event, and signed right the fuck up!" Sandra nods, "It's been a moment since we've gotten into the nitty gritty. I'm excited."

I chuckle, and explain my own story. Kaylee high-fives me. "Nice, dude. Good shit. You go by he or she?" I smile, "She, usually, but I won't get mad if you call me he personally. At least, not yet-- since it's somewhat recent since I've become more... like this." They nod.

"So, the plan today..." I begin. "Is to explain the fluidity of masculinity and femininity, and how rigid structures are bullshit-- as well as to have fun and get fucked." I laugh out loud with the two of them. "There will be many guys and gals here who are insecure about all of this, it's our job to make them feel at home. We'll be introducing some of the things we all went through. The medications, procedures and otherwise! Make sure to be honest about them, pros and cons! We want education, not a marketing pitch."

They nod.

"And finally, your hair colors. Kaylee, your eyelashes too-- they're so... unique, but they don't look fake." I inquire.

"Oh! They offer cosmetic changes like this here too. Other places as well, but they've got some fantastic workers here." Kaylee smiles. I nod, "Oh, neat. Maybe I should see what they've got."

Kaylee smiles, "You're pretty cute... What do you think, Sandra?" She tilts her head, "Bright red hair, deep blue eyes." Kaylee nods. "It fits your cute, soft look."

I blush, "I'll keep that in mind."

We've since decided our outfits. Sandra will be our primary example. With a little makeup, and some new clothes-- she looks just like a whiteboy again. A bit more effeminate than some, but still-- most people would prompt her with 'he' looking like this. A plain shirt, jeans, and we scruffied up her hair.

The room fills with, well, mostly whiteboys. There's a few trans girls, and a few girls undergoing feminization therapy, but it's mostly just regular, little-dicked whiteboys. We've set up tables with girly clothing, some daring, some plain. Our goal today is to help those who want to explore something new, do so!

Once the doors are closed, we decide to begin.

Sandra starts with a welcome. She tries her best masculine voice, but the girly-side slips through. She explains how she was just a regular whiteboy like most of the crowd, but never felt quite right in her body as-is. She mentions how many people suffer from this problem, but that the answer isn't always just becoming a girl-- sometimes it is, but often, there's a sweet-spot somewhere in-between.

Murmurs from the crowd seem to be in agreement-- though, there's a few who aren't convinced.

She chuckles, and Kaylee walks out. People's eyes widen as she explains how she used to be a whiteboy. Sandra runs back towards me, behind the curtain, to change back into her andro-femme look. "I think people are taking to the idea quite well." She smiles. I nod with her, "We have a pretty good gradient between us three."

Kaylee shows herself off pretty nicely, putting on a little show, and explaining her past like she did to me. You can tell there's a few people in the crowd who seem to relate to her personally.

Finally, I walk out and explain how I'm in the process of becoming more like Kaylee, and how the three of us, each and every one, are happy with where we're going.

Afterwards, we open for questions.

The next step is simple: Pleasure. How good does it feel to let go and be who you want to be? Well, the answer is pretty apparent. I'll be honest, I think this place is making me an exhibitionist. The eyes of the audience really enhances Theo's dick pounding me silly. He's holding me up by my legs. I'm spread, everyone can see everything! Sandra is fiddling with herself, blushing, watching. Kaylee is smiling, recording it. My tiny dick is so small, it can't even bounce with the motion of the thrusts anymore.

A boy in the audience smiles as he watches me shudder. Oh man, everyone's going to see me-- and I cum. My body bucks as I moan loudly. Kaylee continues talking while I get fucks.

"So, just like with white women, whiteboys are happiest when serving a black master. Just look at Alexis' face. Her eyes have rolled back into her head. Can she even hear me under the overwhelming pleasure? I don't know." She chuckles. "Any questions?"

I cum a second time. I squeak loudly. Some people are asking a few questions, I can't hear them anymore. My brain begins to tingle and burn as my mouth hangs open. My tongue dripping drool down my face and body. I want cum. I want his cum inside me.

Finally, Theo pushes in as deep as he can go, and I'm filled with his cum. I orgasm a third time, almost screaming this time. I'm panting, once I'm set down on the ground. Kaylee turns me around. My gaping, cum filled ass is exposed for all to see. She asks me to spread my cheeks, and I do so. Cum drips down my dicklet into a puddle onto the ground.

Sandra crawls over, unable to resist anymore, and licks me clean.

After that, it's a bit of an open house. We offer a few things for a few people. There's conversion sample booths, where whiteboys can walk in and see how they'd look as a girl. There's some of the hypnosis machines for those willing, and finally, we have some black masters to experience submission. Sandra couldn't wait any more, so she's getting absolutely railed. Some are recording it, others cheering her on.

Kaylee's with me, and we're just chatting and enjoying the atmosphere, when a whiteboy walks up to us. He's quite fit, some defined muscles, and a bit taller than me, equal height to Kaylee. He's got brown hair, but bright green eyes.

"Hey, I'm Heath." He smiles. "I have a question... I'm into this kind of stuff, but, what if I don't want to be a girl, or be girly at all?" I smile, Kaylee laughs, "Then be you!" I state. "Kaylee and I wanted to be fully female, Sandra wanted to be somewhere in-between, but I think it'd be beautiful if you wanted to stay as you are, as well."

Kaylee nods, "There's no reason not to. This is about pleasure, about happiness, about enjoying the human experience. Enjoy it the way you want to."

He nods, "Y-You think so? I'm welcome here just like that?" We both nod happily.

He sighs a sigh of relief. A black master takes note of him, smiling from across the way. He blushes, glancing over at me. I make a motion with my hand, telling him to go have fun. He walks over.

Kaylee, "I'd say this was a success."

I nod.

Heath approaches the black master. He's shy, blushing-- but very quickly lips are touching. At first, it's unusual for me, watching a white boy without any feminine traits be with a black man, but it's quite enticing. Their two defined, muscular bodies contrasting with each other. Heath is much more slim, he's got a swimmer's build, so he still looks softer than his current black master. He's got a cute, soft but defined belly that accentuates his hips and dick. His butt is round and just adorable. He's shaved his body hair, so he's smooth as can be. He's meatier than a twink, but softer than a musclehead. I like his look.

His master is built like a tank. He's got more of a chiseled look, with a wide, thick chest, built thighs and legs-- massive cock swinging freely. There's no softness here. He's got a bit of a carpet going on, on his chest, further distancing him from the whiteboy fuckmeat he's about to enjoy.

They kiss passionately for a few moments, Heath's dick getting hard, as is his black master's. Heath is about a foot shorter, and his dick about 60% of the length. He's the largest white boy in the room at about five inches.

He gets on his knees to happily serve. He's got a cute face, honestly. His bright eyes swaying back and forth as he bobs on a big, black cock. His own cute little white dick twitching. It's rare to see those un-caged around here.

Finally, the black master is at full mast. A towering nine inches. Heath looks in awe as it hovers above his head. He turns around, and the black master lifts his body up, pushing him against the wall. Heath is standing, arms against the wall, back turned.

It's cute hearing a masculine voice squeak as he submits. "Oh my god!" He shudders as he moans. The hard slaps of meat start slowly, but increase. Two glistening, well defined male bodies exploring each other. I realize just how gay I am now. Heath's cute bubble butt being utterly pounded as the speed becomes rapid.

He moans loudly, but the moans are stifled as his master gently encourages him to twist his head and body a bit, mouths connecting once more. His large, black hands stimulating Heath's nipples. Heath's white cock, bouncing up and down with each thrust, bright red and angry, ready to ejaculate at any time.

His master pulls out, lays Heath down on his back, and then lifts his hips into a mating press. He resumes, pounding even faster. Heath lets out a sexual scream as his eyes roll back into his head, voice muffled under the hot, wet kisses.

Heavy meat slaps as the master comes down. He slows, but his thrusts get heavier. Slam. Slam! Finally he stops, as deep as he can be, balls pulsating. Heath's little white dick squirting all over himself.

He pants with a smile on his face.

Sandra, "That was beautiful!" I nod in agreement. Kaylee smiles, "I love this shit."