Writer: Destiny1961
Subject: Ritual Of Trans-Formation
Link: LS666 Email / 08.12.2023
Ritual Of Trans-Formation
I am getting ready to write the story but think of you often.
You are not this perfect well hung dominant man or beautiful tranny — but real — Everyone has a fantasy of what their partner looks like but most never picture someone just average like us. While you do not believe in a physical God or Satan I do, but am on the fence about some things. I have read part of the Satanic Bible which believes in things other than an actual, Satan. This may sound harsh but what I see is a book that says simply enjoy— use drugs, get high, have sex as anyone you want, in any way you want. While lots of what we have exchanged is hot nasty stuff, I did have an interesting dream about you.
You can even share it if you like — even though it is not this nasty stuff we like to do together.
I had an altar set up. We set up a candle in a circle on the floor and meditated. While you were there fully naked, I had on a corset and stockings — but nothing that would cover my special parts. I wore a black pageboy wig and dark makeup complete with black lipstick.
We did an incantation to bring out the spirits inside us. My role was to become feminine, in such a way, as a sacred prostitute. While your job to take me there.
The candle was grey to represent the grey area. I took a blue candle and sat it on your side of the grey. I said it represented the male spirit, as I lit it. You then placed a pink one on my side, and said, it represented the feminine spirit to take over me, and lit it. We then set two candles next to the grey candle — one was black and the other was white — they represent the light and the dark. We held the lighter together to light them both. We called for the light and dark to become one. We had various drugs there, such as poppers, a bong, a glass pipe, and LSD.
We held hands. We called for the spirits and demons to take us, where we needed to be and to open the doorway. We called upon the spirit of Satan and the four Queens to join us. We then hit the poppers lightly, and followed it by the bong — We both were getting erections.
We felt guided, so we followed their lead — and it was time to go where neither of us had been before. We picked up the pipe. We lit it and blew clouds. After a few minutes, the room was cloudy. Our erections were stiff as boards. We had, what looked like little pieces of paper (LSD coated), that we stuck to our tongues. We put them on each other.
After a few minutes, we started to trip. We saw things. We felt things. We knelt and held hands. We stared into each other eyes and made our commitment — for you to take me into trans-womanhood.
We knelt and embraced above the candles. We kissed deeply as lovers would. We felt the heat of the candles under us, as if they were sending the heat from Hell, up into us. We then knelt back down. You leaned back. I grabbed the blue candle and poured the wax over your chest. You are the male. Then, you leaned forward and poured the red wax across my breasts. I was the female.
We stood up. We went to the bed. You laid me down. In an act of sex magick, you told me that I must allow you to remove my masculinity. Like a succubus would, you mounted me and called for my male spirit. You moved up and down as you stroked yourself. I began to quiver, letting go of my male spirit as you shot a huge load up my ass-pussy.
You slid off and went to the candles. You said all becomes one. You blew out all the candles except the grey one. You sat in on a dresser, next to the original candle. We lit this as a symbol of the grey area now being dominant. You said, in a new voice, the male must feed the female side. To make it so, you slid above my head and lowered yourself down, so I could eat my cum from your hole.
My female side was sucking my male side’s dick. The only true kinky part came, as you then got into a sixty-nine position, and we took our cocks in each other’s mouths — as we pissed into each other’s mouths.
You then stood up. We were both still tripping. You grabbed the pipe and blew smoke on me. You lifted my legs and blew it up my ass. You got into the position. You said something about the Queen Mothers of Hell and sacred prostitution. You called me as their own. You looked me in the eyes and said that I was the spirit of Satan, as you leaned onto me and slid up into me again.
You fucked me over and over. We kissed. You made sure that even though, not hung, you made it into that doorway leading to my sissy womb. Once inside, you asked, if I was ready to become their trans-woman. Once, I agreed, you exploded inside of me, long and hard. As my body absorbed it, there were no doubts, as I was no longer male but not female either — as I was truly a trans-woman.