Minotaur Masseuse 6: Reflection and Revelation
Jaquelyn finally truly sees herself.
Minotaur Masseuse 6: Reflection and Revelation Jaquelyn finally truly sees herself. Jaquelyn was alone in the girls quarters, she was alone because Trageus was taking Rachel out on afternoon date, and she was told to remain home and do her and Rachel's chores. It was probably just practical, and a reward to Rachel who was getting pampered by Trageus right this very moment, Jaquelyn thought as she scrubbed the apartments baseboards on her hands and knees. And a punishment to Jaquelyn too, Trageus was displeased with her constantly, it seemed like there was always something about the way she did things that upset Trageus. She didn't have the right tone when talking to him, or the right attitude when accepting orders from him, or her body language was 'not submissive enough' towards him. She scoffed as she scrubbed. The prick wanted perfection she thought, angrily scrubbing the baseboards. And now Rachel 'the perfect angel' was getting to skip chores entirely for a day and get treated to a night out by the bull. She scowled as she knew he would take her out shopping- that was what Rachel really wanted- and now she would brag about it and how great he was for treating her like a princess. As Jaquelyn finished up with the baseboards she stood up angrily and stocked off to the girls dorms, throwing the rag in the laundry hamper and pulling off her gray work dress and stockings and throwing them in too. That stupid bitch Rachel got all the praise! And she was definitely going to get drunk and spread her slut ass for the bull too. Jaquelyn turned on the shower and pulled off her underwear. 'That slut probably was already naked and getting it in the ass from Trageus' she thought as she stepped into the shower. Normally they would be showering together, washing each others bodies. Jaquelyn was feeling angry that she wasn't washing Rachels breasts, or sliding her hands over Rachel's full hips. Rachel was a bitch and wanted to be fucked, Jaquelyn told herself silently as she washed. but also held true that she was hot, and Jaquelyn knew she also wanted to kiss her. "Shes probably getting fucked in a changing room right now." Jaquelyn dared to say out loud with an arrogant huff of a laugh. A strange mix of emotions flowed through her, jealousy of Rachel, while also missing Rachel's presence with her now. And anger at Trageus for taking Rachel and not her, but also anger at the bull for fucking Rachel... because... Jaquelyn, well because... Jackson wanted to fuck Rachel. Jackson or Jaquelyn... that wasn't something she had thought of in a long time. All the constant training, service, or just busy schedules hadn't really left any room for that particular... thought. Maybe He was a man. Occasionally when she had a few moments alone like this he would think such rebellious and dangerous thoughts. Gripping his locked cock, he tried to shake it for pleasure, but after a minute or so it was just frustrating and pointless. He turned off the shower, and stepped out, reaching for a towel hanging from a bar. He was shocked when he saw an unknown woman in the bathroom with him! Some hot bitch, naked and... reaching for a towel, she was... his... well, her- own reflection in the floor to ceiling mirror. All rebellion and anger drained from her, a feeling of her body being heavy like it was filled with lead, and a pins an needles sensation filled her. She looked at herself naked, watching herself... looking at a woman. Her form was feminine, her hips were filling out, her waist was slim, she was hairless below the ears. Her long hair, her painted nails, and her small pert breasts, she reached up and cupped them as she watched in fascination the woman in the mirror do the same. Other then the small flat chastity shield covering her... clit, she looked perfectly like a woman. It shook her to the core, she quickly took the towel and looked away from her own reflection. She got dressed, and had to go look in the mirror, to see if it was still true, and the woman now in a short skirt and tight top was still looking back at her. She had seen her reflection before, but just it hadn't hit home yet, all the changes over the last year. Not like today. She tried to shake the intense feeling of shock she felt. Also she needed to clean up a bit more before Trageus and Rachel got home. After tidying up the home, She waited in the living room, watching the sun set. It was good time to think about what she saw earlier, and how she felt about it. Daniel interrupted to let her know Trageus would be home in 30 minutes. With a sigh she helped him put away a few last things and made herself presentable for the bull when he returned with Rachel. Daniel greeted them at the elevator, she stayed in the entertaining room, as he may choose to take Rachel to his room tonight, and not her. She felt a weird conflicted feeling about that, and wasnt sure if she was angry or jealous. When Trageus entered the room with Rachel in on his arm, Rachel had a new dress on and was holding several large shopping bags from designer brands. Trageus told Rachel to put her things away, and greeted Jaquelyn, who gave him a muted welcome. The bull paused a moment, a slightly curious expression on his muzzle, and then told Jaquelyn to go to his quarters and wait. Jaquelyn was nervous first as she stood, curtsied, and headed to the bulls private apartment, and entered the quiet rooms and settled on the couch, waiting for him. Many thoughts ran through her mind, some plausible, some ridiculous, and some scary. He wasn't always the most predictable, and when a bull decides something he acts on it. It was more then an hour before he arrived, entering the room quietly, and unbuttoning his shirt. "How was your day Jaquelyn?" He asked as he walked in calmly. It almost made her more nervous that he was calm and casual. "Very good Trageus." She replied quietly, not looking at him. "Oh, thats odd, because you seemed upset when I returned." He stated mater-of-factly. It was quiet for a moment and he let the uncomfortable quiet hang as he walked to the mini bar and poured a drink. "Well? Why were you upset and why did you lie to me?" He asked with a single quick flick of his tail, a warning sign of the thinness of his patience. "I...I...." Jaquelyn started to cry. She broke down and was angry at herself for being so emotional. Trageus suprised her as he sat next to her quietly, his huge hand on her shoulder, comforting her. "Tell me." He said sounding far less comforting and more insisting. "I saw my reflection." She blurted, trying to get her tears under control. "Oh? Whats the mater? Your very pretty." He said calmly. "I didn't recognize myself. I... L-look like a girl." She managed. Trageus seemed curious, but slightly frustrated. "And why not? You are a girl now." He said. "Did you think this was all just pretend?" "I don't... I don't know!" She said in an honest and tearful outburst. "I used to feel like... a man, one forced to wear girls clothes, to act like a woman. I felt like like a man wearing makeup and a dress and acting like a girl." She said honestly in the difficult moment, and already feared his response. He reached over and touched her face softly. "You said you 'felt'... Past-tense." He stood up slowly. "Stand." He said curtly. Trembling she stood before the bull, a full two and a half feet shorter then him. She was wearing a slender evening dress with open sides, only three bows on each side of the dress held the front to the back of her dress together. One bow at each shoulder, one on either side of her bust, and one on each side of her hips. He moved directly behind her, and reached over and pulled the string on the first bow on her shoulder, un-ravling it and the cloth fell hanging from her right shoulder. Then he pulled the left shoulder, allowing her breasts to be fully exposed. Then he pulled the next string on her right side, then the one on her right hip, her dress falling away, leaving her standing in her bra, panties, and stockings. Jaquelyn was very nervous. He unfastened her bra for her, and slid it down her shoulders, removing it. "Look out there." Trageus said softly referring to the beautiful night time cityscape sprawling outside through the floor to ceiling glass wall. "do you see the towers downtown?" He asked, his huge hands holding her shoulders. "Yes." She said confused why he cared about the view out the window at a time like this. "Living-room Lights, on." He said, and the voice activated overhead lights in the room turned on, flooding the room with bright light. "What do you see now?" He asked her. The view out the window had changed from that of downtown to a mirror, a mirror with a view of herself, standing mostly naked with a massive bull behind her. She wasn't sure what to say. "I...um." She said looking. "Look here, I see a female. Long soft hair." His hand slid up her neck in to her hair, huge fingers brushing through it. As she watched their reflections in the glass. "I see full lips." He said as his other hand slid to her chin, and a finger touched her lips. "Soft pampered skin." He said, his hands sliding down to her shoulders again. "Slender, petite arms." He said his hands sliding down her arms and lightly gripping her small soft biceps. "Blooming breasts." He slid both hands across her chest to cup her breasts. "Large nipples." He gave both a quick pinch. "Hairless body." His hands slid down her slim and fit belly. "Full hips." He said as his hands slid over to her hips, and tugged down her panties. "A beautiful round bottom." He said as his hands swept around there and tugged the panties the rest of the way down, letting them fall to her feet. He removed the key from his necklace and unlocked her hormone-shrunken cock. "And a clit that doesn't get hard, and is only good for rubbing or vibrating." He said as he rubbed the nub, teasing it with a finger. She gasped at his touch, but true to his word she couldn't really get hard any more. "And these tiny things?" He used his other hand to press against her shrunken ball sack, testicals hardly the size of small grapes. "-they are... effectively gone." He just gently pushed them both up effortlessly into her body with his finger, where they stayed. "And this thigh gap." He said running a lazy finger down her perineum. His finger found her ring, and stoped there. "I see a girl. My girl." He said firmly, his snout leaning down next to her face. "Don't you agree?" He asked quietly. Jaquelyn trembled slightly, and quietly agreed, a wall in her crumbling as she crossed a line she had resisted so long. "Yes." she said quietly. Trageus quickly spun her to face him "I want you to say it to me." With a nervous shiver she looked up at him and looked him in the face. "I-Im a girl now. Your girl." She said actually recognizing it. While she had no illusion that she was suddenly biologically a female, in the eyes of most people who saw her, she was a girl, and in the world of minotaur, she was Trageus's girl. There wasn't much chance of that changing any more. After she made the declaration, Trageus looked at her for a moment in silence, before a large smile covered his muzzle. He knelt dow to her face level, and embracing her, called her his good girl, then kissed her... not a quick peck, but a full tongue invading her mouth. He broke the kiss to stand and scoop her up off her feet, and cary her to bed where he made out with her for a while, petting, caressing, rubbing and kissing her. It was all overwhelming, as the bull was now acting like a love-struck teen boy, not the demanding and stern master he had been until now. He lay with her, lounging on the bed in his boxer-briefs, alternately humping her body at times, while he kissed her passionately, or groped her breasts, and felt out her body while he told her how beautiful she was. He finally tugged down his boxers, and entered her, he made slow love to her, holding her close, face to face. He was a gentle lover at first, holding back, his motions and thrusts designed to tease her as he rode her, and then building up to her first orgasm. She didn't know it was one of many, as he started over, building slowly, as Jaquelyn moaned and panted loudly, still sensitive after the first orgasm. The second was louder, as she cried out his name. The third built up after he turned her on her side and alternated between kissing her, and softly encouraging her to call his name. She called his name as he rode her faster, and suddenly her breath hitched as her body spasmed with the third orgasm in 30 minutes. She lay on her back, legs spread as he started over, riding her gently and slowly increasing his speed as he breathlessly whispered in her ear about how beautiful she was to him. This time he joined her in her orgasm, her fourth, his first. He grunted deeper as he got close and lowed out as hilted her, cumming in her as her ring spasmed around his cock. He slowed down in the lead up for her fifth orgasm, it was slow and sensual as he put her in a mating press, and kissed her while slowly recovering and building back up to his second. She moaned and shuttered under him, a wreck of pleasure, sweat, and exhaustion. He held her cheek, looked her in they eye, and told her she was his girl. "Your my good girl. But I want to hear you say it again." He said looking her in the eye. "Trageus...Trageus, I'm your... Girl!" She said physically exhausted from the sex, even though at this point she was just laying back and taking it. He backed out for a second, letting her out of the press, and she felt oddly empty when he withdrew. "Fuck me Trageus." She said rather spur of the moment, gripping his huge arms that held him up over her. He actually stoped for a second, looking surprised by her request. But after that few split seconds, he snapped out of it and got to it. Rolling her over, with a pillow pushing her ass up and her face down in the bed, he knelt between her legs and fucked her - hard. He absolutely railed her, his hips slapping her ass, as her high pitched rapid fire feminine sounding cries filled the room. Her body jerking forward and back as she took the bull cock head-to-hilt, over and over as fast as the eight plus foot minotaur used every ounce of muscle he could to put it in and pull it out of her as fast as minosianly possible. Her sensative clit rubbed on the fabric of the pillow as he fucked her ass, pounding out another two orgasms from her prostate without stoping. When he finally hilted in her for his third orgasm, he roared; it would be a terrifying experience if you were a guy trying to not to be turned into a minotaurs bitch, and a magnificent experience if your guy who was already turned into a minotaurs bitch. Trageus clenched his teeth as he came, pulsing and pushing into her as deep as he could until the pulses in his mighty cock finaly slowed and stopped. She collapsed under him, spent and exhausted. He picked her up, rolling to his side, and taking her with him, making her the littlest spoon, and petting her, as they both fell asleep exhausted. Next week She reflected a lot about herself the next few days. She was willing to try her new identity, as she didn't see any other path forward. She wasn't a man any more, she couldn't hide that from herself or the world. But it didn't take away from her having been a male before, just that she mostly recognized she was a female now. Her body, her gender role, her sex, and her presentation were female. She couldn't change that anymore. She was finally trying to accept herself as a female, just sort of acknowledging it as fait accompli, and not fighting battles she already lost was the only way to function and survive. If how she felt now was anything to say, she could maybe even be happy as his girl. And with those walls down, strange feelings that she hadn't been able to feel before started to creep in. Before as a male she hated Trageus before, when he was a rival male dominating him. But now as a woman, she started to see him more like Rachel did... as a provider, as a protector, as a desired mate.... and as a truly endless orgasm machine.