ln the long run I had to take Fittie out of the equation.

"I'll be back shortly and Fittie won't be a problem anymore I assure you." Joey looked at me concerned. "You... You won't..." "Don't worry. He won't be hurt. I promise." I was trying my best to be convincing without using any of my powers. I did not know, if Fittie was going to try anything stupid and as of yet I had no idea how I would resolve the situation. So one way or another I was going to be able put the energies I had saved up to use. As I guided Fittie towards the door, his face made it obvious, he was less than comfortable with the idea of being alone with me. In the hallway I repeated my words, using my regular human voice. "Don't worry. No harm will come to you." He obviously still mistrusted me and I couldn't blame him for it.

The mess I was in really was my own fault. When Fittie had attacked Jaz, I let myself being led by anger. Yes, it was true. I or better we had come up with a nice ironic punishment for Fittie and our intentions were good-ish I guess. I mean at least we wanted to make sure, he would never harass or even harm a woman again. Our approach seemed like a good idea at the time but I obviously hadn't considered the potential for a messy outcome. Now I had a rambling impotent maniac telling the world I was an alien and three girls who at some point would surely begin to ask questions...

So I guided Fittie through the corridors of Jaz's place and I asked him, how he would get home. He had come by taxi, not wanting his car to be seen in the vicinity by Joey, Vanny, Jaz herself or even me. "I will get you home then", I stated. This prospect caused him much discomfort and he made no attempt to hide it, but he didn't object either. So we went outside and to my car. I drove silently a while. Then I said to him, "You really shouldn't have peeped on the girls. I know, they teased you, but what happened back there, that really is on you." "And will you punish me further?" "Do you think you are in need of punishment?" "I don't know." "I feel you have been punished enough and I don't... Listen, I didn't enjoy doing this to you, you know... Fucking you." "Didn't feel that way." "And that is why you expect me to punish you again? Out of pure sadism? That is not who I am. Out of curiosity, tell me what punishment did you expect?" There was a considerable pause. "Dunno. I kinda expected you to finally... to feminize me even further. Maybe turn me... into a girl... like forever." Something about the way he said that, made me curious. "Would you want that?" He didn't answer. "You know I can just get the answer out of your head, right?" At that moment we drove up to his apartment. I parked the car and he made eye contact out of his own initiative which seemed a big step for him.

I entered his mind as I had done before, several times. He was kind of aware of what I could do and in the past he had been strongly opposed to my presence both physically and mentally, so I expected some degree of resistance from him but there was none. It was as if he had given up or maybe he let me in willingly. I couldn't tell for sure. His mind was a mess. Feelings of guilt haunted him. Shame oozed out of every corner. Storms of anger ravaged a desolate landscape that darkened by confusion. I couldn't help myself and felt at least partially responsible so I examined closer. Much to my relief, both guilt and shame both came from what he had done to Jaz. Of course he also was ashamed of being fucked into submission in front of his girlfriend, of being exposed for a limp dick and a loser who was seen as a blabbering madman. He was angry about his own behavior but also about me, about loosing Jaz. Jaz... There was something special about her... I went to look for memories of her, anything that would help me understand. At that point, I felt the first hint of resistance. Memories of her were hidden but I managed to pull them out eventually. Tuns out, Fittie was first attracted to her when Jaz was mocked about not growing noticeable boobs by other girls who called her names and a tomboy. He really felt sorry for her, but he also saw something masculine in her. Also he was impressed by how she stood her ground and never had a hint of doubt about her own sexual identity. And when I looked at the memory closer, I could see Fittie how he saw himself - as a girl just as Jaz without tits. With this realization I suddenly felt a pressure weighing in everything in this desolate and darkened landscape. This was a different time and a different place. Society wasn't as accepting as it is today... Well, we still have our problems but you know what I mean. It seemed as if society had shamed him into a live of self denial and when Jaz broke up with him he lost an anchor, desperation kicked in and things quickly spiraled out of control. I had enough for now and backed out.

"Wow. You'd really want that, don't you? Not only to be feminized. You want to be a girl. I never knew!" He just sat there awkwardly staring down. After just a few seconds he looked at me again and even without my senses it was obvious to me that he gathered all his strength. "So, can you... Can you do it?" I got out of the car and nodded toward the door of his apartment. He got out as well and I accompanied him to his place. "I don't know. I have never tried something like that. But let's think this through, okay. Let's say I can do it. You would be in serious trouble. Questions would arise, legal ones as well medicinal, respectively scientific ones. From all what I know about humans" - I was playing with his idea of me being an Alien deliberately. Even if I felt pity for him, I couldn't stop teasing him about this. - "one thing can be said with certainty. They would lock you up for food and study you until only one last thing remains to be done and that will be dissecting your freaky little brain. Are you sure, this is a good idea? There are things like hormone therapy and surgery you know?" We had reached his place by now and we're stood in the hallway. The door closed. "I... What would my parents say? My friends... I..." "And what would they say, if you just somehow magically transformed into a girl? You could just leave this godforsaken place and start a new life somewhere else. Go to a bigger city where nobody knows you, where you are accepted and can start anew." "Nobody would have to know... I..." He sighed. "Can you do it?" "Fittie, I don't know. To my knowledge it has never been done before. Not even attempted. Are you even sure, you want this? Or are you just confused?" He looked at me again. "When I saw the girls with you... They seemed... It was so..." He sighed again. "Well after you... I..." I looked at him and reached out. What I sensed surprised even though it shouldn't have at this point. "You envied them. You were really jealous." I remembered how he saw himself as a girl in a memory from long before I had first met him and I realized how my ironic had only served to intensify this long buried feelings. "And not just because I erm... put in your place the other night. You were really genuinely jealous!" "So... Can you do it?" I shook my head in disbelief and laughter. "I. Don. Know... But... I'm willing to try." His eyes began to water a little bit and he started trembling. "So... What... Should I... I mean, will you..." He took a deep breath. "Will you fuck me again... Master?"