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A Chasti-Permalock Twist

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I wish to emphasize that I did not write this, it was on SweetChastity.com and has since vanished. I am posting it here to preserve this story. Please do not credit me at all for this story.

A Chasti-Permalock Twist
by StrangeQ

I have been monitoring the progress of Chasti-Permalock for some time, a couple of years perhaps. I’ve read up literature, technical documents, user reports, and – in some cases where the user was unable to put their experiences to paper – even master reports observing the behaviours of their CP modified slaves.

For some time too I have wondered and fantasized about having such a device fitted, though I was never able to decide on the finer details of what I wanted.

Since I’ve been into cross-dressing since early childhood and most of my fantasies involved being abducted and turned into a girl or being forced to serve some cruel master’s whim, I eventually decided to act on these fantasies, or at least to allow myself to take them to a higher level. It wasn’t, however, since a more recent development of CP that I made that desperate leap.

One day when surfing the CP web site I came across an advertisement banner showcasing their latest offering. They had bundled a new product called the Chasti-Permalock Twist-N. (The N represented the number of alterations that they would make on the device to create a twist without the prior knowledge of the person who placed the order. It would also only be after the changes were activated that they would discover what fantasies and tortures paved their futures. This was to be the catalyst for my transformation.) The idea drove me crazy. I had been saving up for over a year to afford the high price of these products, and from the results that I have seen on other wearers and read about in the news posts, I knew that they were only limited by my imagination.

That night I filled out the form with the following instructions.

I am looking to be able to transform between a man and beautiful woman whenever I want (I know that it wouldn’t be quite that simple, their best products yet have a 2 hour transformation time, and even then they have had to include an anaesthetic module to reduce discomfort, but I figured 2 hours was short enough that I could induce a change while leaving work and still go out for a night on the town). The change should be induced by both a mental decision and a specific physical contact, eg. Pressing behind both knees with my index fingers at the same time (this of course so that my mind doesn’t betray me while I am daydreaming or something…) This must be done within the parameters of the Chasti-Permalock Twist-2.

I supplied my credit card details, an email address, carefully re-read my request a dozen times, and clicked Submit.

After a gruelling 15 minutes I received the following response: Dear Julia, (My pseudonym) Thank you for purchasing Chasti-Permalock Twist-2. We hope that you will get as much pleasure out of it as our many thousands of satisfied customers who’s dreams have already come true.

Your order form has been checked for plausibility and your CP Twist-2 has been added to the production line.

Credit Card Processed Successful: Yes Expected date of arrival: 8 days We wish you all the best in your new journeys The Chasti-Permalock Team Please note: All changes made by Chasti-Permalock treatments and devices are permanent and cannot be undone or reverse engineered.

It was exhilarating. That night I masturbated myself to sleep (as I do pretty much every night), and decided that the next time that I cum would be as a girl.

Since I placed the order on a Tuesday night I was expecting the package to arrive on Wednesday a week later. The first couple of days went by fairly uneventfully, and then the weekend hit me. I started to go crazy for some relief so I had to occupy myself with chores and errands to keep myself from giving in. The house looked great! Then came the following week. At least I had work to keep me busy for most of the time and I even decided to do some late night work to help reduce the time that I had at home to break down and spill the beans (so to speak).

Wednesday I got up early that morning having hardly slept the night before, and went to check my post box. Sure enough, there was a collection note. My heart jumped out of my chest and I could feel my body shaking like I had just jumped off a high cliff into a lagoon far below. Since it was only 06:10 and the Post Office collection point in our neighbourhood only opened at 08:30 I had to first go to work. During lunch I rushed off to the post office, picked up the package and rushed back to work just in time for the end of the break.

Time stood still.

I watched as the second hand of the clock limped in slow motion, slowly dragging its sluggish limb to the next minute, and the next, and the next. After some aeons and very little productivity it was time to go home. I don’t think that second hand made it to the fist notch before I was out the door and driving out of the office building.

I got home, stripped naked (it was the kinky thing to do) and immediately unwrapped the package taking care not to damage or misplace anything. The package consisted of a small pillbox, a calculator like device with a large LCD panel, and a letter from CP. The letter read as follows: Dear Julia, Thank you for purchasing Chasti-Permalock Twist-2.

Your request: “I am looking to be able to transform between.

…within the parameters of the Chasti-Permalock Twist-2.” Has been programmed into the pill. Initial transformation will take approximately 4 hours – please allow for extreme drowsiness during this time. Future changes can be expected to take approximately 2 hours without serious side effects.

Please note: All changes made by Chasti-Permalock treatments and devices are permanent and cannot be undone or reverse engineered.

The CP Twist Information Panel has been engineered to only operate when handled by you after the transformation, and will advise you of the Twist parameters.

We hope that you will get as much pleasure out of it as the many thousands of satisfied customers who’s dreams have already come true.

We wish you all the best in your new journeys The Chasti-Permalock Team After 8 grueling days and a lifetime of anticipation I figured that I had nothing to lose. I was really horny, and if I really didn’t like the changes then I could just remain a man without ever performing the transformation. So without further ado, I drank down the pill.

For the next few seconds a volcano erupted within my bowels and began to spread in all directions, dissipating as my vision started to blur. I hurriedly stumbled towards the bedroom and collapsed on the bed in a deep state of slumber.

Thursday I was startled by my alarm clock. It was 06:00! I must have been so tired from all the excitement that I slept right through the night. Then a strange feeling took over me. Not a bad strange, just different. My mind oozed with the memories of the night before, and as I looked down in astonishment I saw that the transformation was complete! I was now a curvy, slightly tanned brunette with shoulder length hair and a gorgeous pair of breasts with large dark nipples protruding from them. At my crotch I could see what looked like a real vagina.

I was a woman!

I sat up and cupped my C cup breasts with my small, slender hands and felt shivers run through those delicate globes into the rest of my body like a shiver of static electricity. I moaned in delight. My voice was that of a goddess, sexy, luring. I snapped back to the alarm clock. It was now 06:05! I had to act quickly if I was to make it into work on time within my 2-hour transformation period that I was already late for. I thought for a moment on how to change back and focussed on the man that I used to be while pressing my index fingers hopingly behind my knees, eagerly anticipating a sign to confirm that this was indeed my means of transformation. A rush of melting warmth once again filled my bowels, only far gentler and more soothing, before dissipating completely. I had to get ready for work…somehow. Into the shower I jumped and then dressed in my no longer fitting attire. By the time that I had finished breakfast my clothes already felt a little more suited. It was working. Yes, I had what I wanted. It was 06:55 and I had to leave for work. Still quite feminine I donned a cap and rushed to my car to get to work hoping that no one would notice the last moments of my return transformation.

07:55 – I was sitting in my car in the parking lot waiting out as much of the transformation as possible. My breasts had drawn back and my hair receded, though I suppose I still had a slight feminine air that one couldn’t quite put their finger on. I was effectively transformed back, except, I was wondering when my male member would show up. At 07:59 I tested my voice and when I was sure that it was safe I walked into the office at 08:00 feeling very self-conscious and made my way to my desk acting as normal as I could. I didn’t get any strange reactions from people, just the usual ‘morning greetings. With that I felt a lot more confident that I was back to my old self…at least on the visible surface. That day I wondered much about my missing male member and realised that that was most likely the twist. It would certainly be in line with other reports that I have read up on. Once again I couldn’t wait to get home that night to relieve myself of a nine-day orgasm waiting to explode!

Before I started the car I performed my transformation sequence: fingers behind my knees, think of the woman that I was this morning. The warm feeling started and I started the car. When I got home I quickly rushed over to the Information Panel and pressed the screen. It lit up showing a menu as follows: CP 2000 Twist Information Panel Configured options: 2 Level 1 Level 2 I pressed Level 1 and the screen refreshed: CP 2000 Twist Information Panel Twist Level: 1 Subject will maintain a vagina whether in “male” or female form Back I guess I had figured that one out already. I suppose it wasn’t too bad. I would miss having my male member, but at least from a work and lifestyle point of view it would still be fairly easy to disguise its absence and to maintain my apparent image.

I pressed Back and then Level 2 in great anticipation. This is what appeared: CP 2000 Twist Information Panel Twist Level: 2 Subject can only reach orgasm through sexual intercourse Back I pondered for a second, taking in the flood of consequences of the words before me…if they were to be taken literally that would imply extreme changes to my lifestyle and sexual habits. I didn’t really see how that was possible so I figured that I would fool it by using a vibrator…maybe even one shaped like a penis. I would just go down to the local sex shop and…maybe I should rather do that as a man tomorrow night since it might not be safe as a woman in that part of town.

I rushed over to the bedroom throwing my clothes off. Standing in front of the full-length mirror that I had inserted into the cupboard door, I took in the awesome beauty of the girl staring back at me. My groin felt hot and moist, yearning for attention. I lay on the bed and began to fondle myself, the middle finger of my right hand moistening and rubbing my inflated clit, and my left hand caressing my perky breasts and erect nipples.

A thousand little tremors ran through my body with every rub and caress. The moment heated up and I started to move faster, heaving my hungry pussy upwards in search of the reward that it that I had been craving for so long. I rolled onto my side, onto my stomach, then again onto my back. I even tried Lifting my legs way back towards my shoulders, all to no avail. I was incredibly hot and horny, but alas, there was no release. Despondent I lay back, performed my transformation routine and cried my frustrations to sleep.

Friday My alarm clock brought me back to life at 06:00 as usual. I was a man again for the, errr, lesser part, and I clearly recalled the previous night’s frustrations. I was determined to get through this. So I got up, went to work and planned to visit the sex store later that evening.

After work I rushed straight to the store. Embarrassment wasn’t an issue – at this point I would have done just about anything for a good orgasm. I bought a variety of vibrators and lubes and made sure that they were as lifelike as humanly possible. I asked the astonished sales clerk if he could wrap them up for me as they formed part of a prank that I was pulling on a friend of mine, and he professionally obliged.

Rushing home, I went straight to the bedroom and ripped the vibrators from their packaging.

One by one I tried for 3 hours straight (first in my male form and then as a woman) and all that I managed to do was make myself even hornier (was it even possible?). It was maddening, but I knew what I had to do. That night I slept as a woman.

Saturday I set my alarm clock for an early morning start. Over the years I had acquired a number of items of clothing through mail order web sites, though I wished that I had some sandals or shoes to go with them. Nonetheless, I put on a tight white little tee with tiny sleeves that accentuated my elegant upper arms and a pair of red pedal pushers that reached just below my knees. The pedal pushers must have been 3 sizes too big for me, so I grabbed some string and quickly braided a belt to at least keep them in place, low on my rounded hips. I checked myself in the mirror and saw how striking my erect nipples were, betraying my extremely aroused state. I grabbed a couple of plasters and applied them diagonally inward over my nipples. It hadn’t solved the problem completely, but it was a definite improvement. I put on my flip-flops and finished off my “I don’t care cos I’m on holiday and it’s in fashion” look – or so I hoped. I got into the car and drove to the nearest large mall knowing that I wouldn’t be recognised.

Being a little embarrassed, as I really had to buy everything from scratch, I figured that I would start by first completing a single outfit and then use that to do more shopping. I went to one of the cheaper stores around where I grabbed some bras and panties to try. Once I got that right I tried on a pair of sneakers (size 5) and voila. I paid, left the store and went to the bathrooms to fix my getup with my new purchases. Feeling more confident I was ready for phase 2.

Maybe I didn’t act 100% as a female would, and, maybe that’s even the fashion, but no one had the slightest inkling that I was a man in a woman’s body. I smiled. I went through a number of stores picking up all sorts of pants, skirts, blouses, some shoes, and a couple of make-up kits. After some lunch it was time for what I was really after. I went to the leather store and got a pair of black leather hot pants, a belt, and black knee-high boots. Next was a specialtyclothing store where I found a shiny silver, cropped, silk shirt with long sleeves and one-inch ribbon edge neatly finishing it around the waist. I also found a black suede choker necklace with silver heart pendant, a silver bracelet, and a black handbag that would match everything else that I planned to wear that night. Off to the lingerie store, I got some matching sets of sexy underwear (with thong backs of course) and bras. Wow, I had almost maxed out my credit card in just one day!

One more trip remained…the drug store for some action balloons.

That evening I prepped myself with a pair of matching black bra and thong set, the black leather hot pants, knee-high boots, cropped shirt, choker and bracelet. I was hot…I was really hot. One last glance at my make-up in the mirror and I was off clubbing.

The attention that a single, sexy, pretty girl gets on the dance floor is unlike anything that I had ever experienced! I was so hot and it felt like I had connected with so many guys that I didn’t know what to do with them all. So I chose the one that looked the oldest (somewhere in his late 20’s) figuring that he probably had the most experience in bed and won’t just blow his load when he saw me naked. I focussed on him for about 20 minutes, dancing closely, seductively around him in a way that my body never allowed me to do before. Then I whispered in his ear (a loud whisper through noise of the music) “let’s get outta here”. Coming from my lips those words were the call of the sirens, and the effect just as potent. He suggested his place (YES, he had his own place) and I agreed that would follow him in my car. He definitely seemed to know what that meant.

We almost broke his neighbour’s door on our way up to his apartment and then his own as we wrestled up the stairs, kissing, embracing and fondling each other. He would rub my breasts in a way that made me feel like I was going to explode, and after two weeks without cumming I was just as eager to tease his bulging cock beneath his pants. In his apartment he threw me onto his bed and momentarily held his index finger over his lips as if to say he had a surprise in store for me. I undid my belt and gently peeled off my hot pants. For the next 20 or 10000 minutes he licked me, kissed me, ate me. If it wasn’t for the fact that I couldn’t explode, I may have already done so a dozen times. In desperation I whispered to him to take me. He undid his pants and produced a most stunning specimen. He quickly reached for a drawer next to his bed, pulled out a friend and expertly applied it to his member (I’m so glad I was right about the older guy, I could have so easily forgotten in the heat of the moment). Then he began easing it into me. Slow thrusts at first and then getting faster and faster as our breathing accelerated unto a final crescendo where my entire body shuddered in one massive cataclysmic earthquake starting at the tips of my deep brown eyes and ending at the root of my little toes as he held me, almost motionless save the squirming of his final glory.

I slept solid that night, and the next day we made out like rabbits. We got together again the following weekend and every opportunity in between, though I could never stay the night during the week. Pretty soon I quit my job, changed my identity and took up reception work until I could re-establish myself, and I moved in with him. That was 4 years ago and we have been together ever since.

Thank you Chasti-Permalock.

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