Memories by Destiny1961

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Writer: Destiny1961

Subject: Memories

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Memories

As I lay here and have done my poppers. I feel the connection getting stronger. But there is unfinished business. As my shadow self I a starting to get more control of this vessel I am in but need to do more. They say if you can change the past, it can change the future, but how? I have read how memories shape us and how some program memories into someone the make them think things that could reprogram them.

The Bible says, “Teach the children, and they will grow upright.”

So it makes sense to go back to childhood if we want to change someone. I live in a male vessel that grew up in a great situation but it has used hypnosis to add some feminine or female memories so it could embrace its feminine side. I also figure religion is simple hypnosis as through what we read or are taught we follow their rules. Sex before marriage is wrong as it is used to procreate, but it feels just as good before marriage and for pleasure as well.

Anal sex is considered a sin and yet is a form of pleasure without pregnancy. And a man using drugs to grow breasts or have surgery is wrong and yet we are all born with both sets of hormones. When women get old they get facial hair and men grow breasts, even God himself has to be both since we are in his image. If my vessel did not want me to be alive why would he do things to contradict that? But if he wants me bad enough that he has done things to get a split so we are two separate souls then maybe a nice few memories that are tweaked can bring us to a new understanding.

It is easier to program a broken soul and he had a great childhood, maybe need to change that memory and take him into the dark, let’s try this and see what happens. Mmm, I am about nine and ready for double digits, even though life is tough. Daddy and Mommy split due to a conflict in beliefs. Mommy was always the dominant and clean, while Daddy at times used drugs to be able to handle it.

I remember her telling him if he did not stop he would end up in Hell, and his retort was at least he would have fun. One night while at the bar drunk and high Daddy met someone. Her name is Syn. I know she is a transsexual as she grew up with a family of gypsies. At a young age while still male they would have her do drugs and take care of guys for money. Then her family wet for the change by giving her hormones and letting men use her body.

There was more money in young girls, so she was used. She learned of the sacred prostitute and how what she was going to be was honorable. But she went from being used and abused, to becoming more dominant, and while did not like to see it, at times she would have Daddy please her. One night as she was telling me about the sacred prostitute and drinking, she and Daddy made me try some weed.

I was given wine as she said it represented the blood of the lord. I was still just around eight when she took me to her clinic. She started to get me shots and told me she had a twin brother who is now her sister and she was the lucky one as she even got a pussy. She asked me one night how I would like to get rid of my little weiner and get a nice wet hole, that she and Daddy could enjoy.

When I reached nine, I had started to grow small breasts, which now had to be put in a private school due to boys picking on me. She started to teach me to suck Daddy. She would even slide a finger into my hole, and have me dressed in girl’s things. I started to do a little more drugs, to feel better, and she started to take me to this hole in the wall of a church. It was something between a church and a brothel.

They had Catholic-type candles but the prayers sounded more like magic, as they lit them. In the back was a broken down confessional that had written on top of one door “Heaven” and the other “Hell”. But it was different, as instead of a preacher going in the middle door we did. Then someone would go into the other doors.

There was a baptism room that had this weird-looking swing in it. There were cameras set up as well for some sort of website. I was told people paid to watch us give ourselves to the Lord. It was getting close to my number ten when we all sat. I had small, almost teenage breasts and feminine features. We did a sort of unholy communion as we drank and then partook of something that made me trip.

I faded and fell out on a rug by the fire as I had my eyes slightly open.

“It’s time for me to earn and go to the confessional,” she said, “I would personally take you to Hell,” as she commanded him to simply, ”Drop ‘em!”

He took off his pants and she lifted her skirt. I watched as he got into position and saw her cock, now between his cheeks. He spread them and I saw his gaped hole as she slid into it.

I watched as it slowly vanished inside him. He started to ride her as I tried not to watch. They then started to smoke something and talked about the clouds of heaven. She pounded up into him and told him he would take me to heaven — but she would give me Hell — and then I saw her cock pulse and spasm for a long time as she was filling him.

She told him to feed her and he slid up and stroked a few times and shot a big load in her mouth and on her face.

“She is gonna love it, you taste so good,” she said.

I almost gave myself away as I gasped. Then came my battle as memories of me being a boy and mom and dad living a good life and then it was like my mind and spirit were fighting. Then was taken back as now was the day.

I am now ten and they take me to this church. I walk by the room with the swing and the cameras are set up ready. We go to the front and kneel and light candles as they both pray over me to give myself. She asks a few people if it is set up and to go get ready. We do a communion with strong wine and again the bread starts to make me trip and get loose.

Dad and Syn start to smoke and I think to myself are they gonna fuck right there in church and how much of a mess as it made them explode a lot. They then guide me to the confessional and as we walk passed the baptism room it is cloudy as guys are there smoking as well.

I think they will have some sort of orgy with cameras rolling but there are no girls. We get to the confessional and Dad says he is going to take me to heaven and open the middle door. But I must get naked and there is sort of a seat inside to sit in. The two confession windows are there but when I sit my ass is pressed against the one.

I sit and the doors is closed and locked. I am guided through a quick thing like the Catholics would say for confession but it is saying I am giving myself, body, spirit, and soul.I feel something inside me as the one window opens and Daddy slides his cock through.

There is what smells like weed pumping into the confessional as I am guided to take him in my mouth. I get into an angle that has my ass pressed against the other window as it opens. My cheeks squeeze through and I feel something wet. I feel what I know is the head of a huge cock across the cheeks then between them.

I hear the voice of Syn as she tells me it is time to come home and serve. I feel her slowly push into me as I stretch and the pain makes me moan. As I moan, Daddy shoves down my throat. I start to breathe in the smoke as my body starts to go limp. I am now being spit-roasted. Being pounded as the smoke loosens me up and my spirit starts to break.

Then she is close and I feel her hitting this inner doorway and as he shoves it pushes me back against her fully and it opens. Every inch of her is now deep inside me as I break. It hurts and yet I want more and then she takes me to Hell as both explode. I gag and spit up and semen comes from my nose from Daddy as she floods me from the back.

They finish and open the door. At this point, I am high and horny. It is time to be baptised and am taken to the room. The cameras are turned on as we are being seen all over. I am put into this swing and it makes sense. My head tilted back as some sort of dark priest is above me.

He has a goat mask on and tells me this will change me as he strokes above my head and as a Christian would pour holy water he shoots a load on my head. This room is so cloudy I cannot see, especially being high. He says his little speech and gives it to the lord and then I feel it. Someone between my legs and my head tilted further down as now am being taken again.

Syn then tells me we are now transmitting as this is “Dark kiddy porn”. She tells me it will help me as I grow up like she did. My tits are molested, as I am filled over and over and with each, I lose myself more. I am not only becoming some sort of transsexual female like Mommy but a slut as well. She tells me this will go away for a while but finally, one day as the memory comes back it will be worth it.