Book Excerpt for Charlie Cheerleader

Charlie Cheerleader -- Extract

Charlie * Cheated On * The Mysterious Letter * Small Dinner Party at Wendy's * Hairless as a Newborn * So It Begins * Cheerleader in Ruffled Panties * Wetting His Cheerleading Skirt * Double Double Dildo Action * Cheerleader in Diapers * On His Way

Wendy

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"Some kind of drug."

"It's a special designer drug."

"Designed just for me."

"No, for all the men we Transform. Your dose had to be double the usual size, however, because of your body weight."

"So what are you going to Transform me into?"

"I don't know yet."

"I don't understand."

"It's simple, Charlie. My proprietary mind technology simply gives you permission to discover your true self -- your greatest, deepest desire -- of what you want to be. Then I Transform you into that."

She made it sound so simple and easy, but was obviously leaving out a few details -- every detail, in fact.

His greatest, deepest desire . . . what could she mean by THAT?

"Look, we explained to you that all the men who work for Rockport Concepts have to undergo the Process. You can't sell a product you don't own yourself. Isn't that true?"

"For consumer items," Charlie said.

"Right, so all the men have to be Transformed."

"You're assuming I even want the job. I didn't tell you that."

"It's obvious in your eyes. You need to be Transformed, Charlie. And you can't afford to pay for it -- it's a labor-intensive, time-intensive expensive process. And Rockport needs a sales manager. The last one didn't know what he was doing."

"How do you know I can't afford to pay for it?"

"I talked to Betty, remember."

They were still walking down the long hallway. Charlie's legs were starting to feel tired. Would they stopped before they reached the next county?

"About me working for you."

"Well, we got to that. But first she was investigating how to Transform you. Apparently she's bored out of her mind. And that was before she lied to you about sleeping with another man. She just did that to see if you'd finally get angry and show you cared for her. Instead, you retreated even farther from her."

"Any other psychological insights, counselor?" Charlie asked in a sarcastic tone of voice.

"So, she heard about our service and sought us ought. It'll get cheaper in the future as we grow, but right now it's fairly high-end."

"I'm so lucky," Charlie said in a sarcastic tone of voice.

"You are. You'll understand pretty soon."

"I could belt you. I could kill you right here. I'd be caught, but I could do it."

She laughed. "Try it."

Charlie felt ashamed. He wasn't violent. But he was scared she was the one could kill him if she wanted.

"You're not the type," she observed. "But even if you were, you couldn't. One effect of the drug is that it makes you totally submissive to me. You're walking and talking, but you're more helpless than a baby. Even a toddler can take a swing at his mother. But not you."

"What is it you're not telling me?" Charlie asked.

"What we're going to do in the Transformation Room. It's easier to show, and we're almost there. And anyway, I don't know the details. Those are up to you -- your one, true, greatest desire."

Yes. That again, Charlie thought glumly.

"There is one other thing you ought to know before we go in," Wendy said as they stopped in front of a large, solid-looking door.

"What's that?"

"The drug reprograms your sexuality."

Oh great. "Into what?"

"Your greatest desire."

"That doesn't sound so bad."

"It's not, but it's a change. Usually this desire is a secret you're so ashamed of, you not only don't tell anyone else, but you don't think of it yourself, so it's buried in your unconscious mind. And it isn't necessarily aligned with your sexuality, which is very broad and basic."

"I don't understand half of what you're telling me."

"I'm just saying, this is the point of No Return."

Like he could do anything about it if he wanted, Charlie realized. This drug made him follow Wendy and that was it. He wanted to turn around and go back to her house. He was ready to leave -- her, Rockport and Betty for getting him into this mess.

But he couldn't.

So he allowed Wendy to pull him into the dark room, cool with air conditioning and, by the feel of the air, unexpectedly large.

He couldn't see anything. He heard Wendy spin the combination lock, and knew he was trapped.

He couldn't get out even if he weren't under the spell of some ridiculous drug.

Before he could react, Wendy's hands were tearing at clothes, pulling them off him. Shirt, undershirt, pants . . . even underwear.

"What're you doing?" he asked, panting, as he lay on the floor.

Wendy had turned on a soft pink light, with a rheostat keeping the glow down so low he couldn't see more than two feet into the darkness.

And she'd somehow changed clothes, and now wore a slinky red negligee.

He had to admit -- despite everything -- she looked hot as hell.

And he was naked. And it'd been several months since he had any sex.

And years since he'd been naked with any woman besides Betty.

And, much as he loved Betty, she wasn't nearly as sexy as Wendy.

And -- by getting him into this situation -- and by apparently knowing what went on in this alleged "Transformation Room" -- Betty was giving him permission.

He started to stand up, but Wendy moved faster.

"Come on, you dirty boy. We've got to clean you up first."