New Memories Inc.

The tall brunette was only known as Vanessa. No one asked her last name. Very select clientele approached her. A story circulated about a client who didn't pay. No one challenged its veracity.

Tonight stood back and enjoyed her latest project.

Billy, now preferring to be called William, was now a sexual plaything that, until a few days ago, he would have hated.

The father of one of Billy's sexual conquests hired Vanessa's private company, New Memories Inc. Billy had gotten the man's daughter pregnant.

When Billy was confronted by the father about the pregnancy, he responded with "Let the cunt get an abortion. I don't care."

The girl was so heart-broken that she miscarried.

Billy, who played on the local college football team, flipped the girl off whenever he would cross paths with her.

This situation was not unique. Billy was notorious for his promiscuity. He would screw any woman and ignore her afterwards. If he was a girl, he would have been ostracized by the small town. But as a football player and a "man's man," the locals just winked and nudged each other. They blamed every girl he slept with.

"It was her own fault. She's a slut," they taunted.

Something had to be done and a mysterious woman named Vanessa offered her services.

The father agreed to the of the contract. He would pay the exorbitant fee, but also remain discreet about the transaction. Money was exchanged and no more was said.

A couple nights later, Billy saw Vanessa on the street. He sauntered over and began to hit on her.

Vanessa had to it that he was very charming and handsome. His glibness, under other circumstances, would have been rewarded by a very vigorous fuck.

But Vanessa was hired to perform a task. She mentioned that her van was near by. A couple of good 'ol boys smirked as Billy gave them the thumbs up.

The couple disappeared around the corner.

As Billy pulled open the van doors, he paused when he saw electronic equipment and a gurney with straps. Before he could ask what kinky shit she was into, Vanessa jabbed him with a hypodermic needle in the neck. It was filled with her special combination of sedatives and hypnotic ****. The **** weren't mind-altering, but her computer programming was. It could cut-and-paste memories.

No one saw Billy slump over into the rear of the van. No witness watched Vanessa lug the limp form inside and lock the doors. She positioned him onto the gurney and strapped his arms and legs. It wasn't needed because he couldn't resist. It enhanced the feelings of submission and loss of control to aid in the replacement of memories.

Not too long ago, Vanessa developed a combination of medications and computer-generated programming replaced a person's memories with new ones. Just as real and always profound in its impact on the person's behavior afterward.

Once Billy was secured. Vanessa drove to a vacant industrial park who no one would bother her.

She parked and climbed in back. Sitting comfortably, she activated the computer programs. First, she would record Billy's memories.

"So, Billy, tell me about your sex life."

With his eyes closed, he slurred, "How much time do you have?"

"As much time as we need." She had food and drink. His hunger and thirst would only increase his susceptibility to his re-programming. "As much time as we need, William."

His face reddened and he snarled, "Call me, Billy. William is a fag name."

"How do you feel when someone calls you 'Billy,' " asked Vanessa as she tapped some keys on her laptop. The server behind her whirred and clicked.

"Makes me feel like the greatest guy in the world," he smirked.

" that feeling, burn it into your mind. Wrap that feeling around in your head." She tapped two keys. "Now that feeling when someone calls you 'William.' That's the feeling when you hear you name, 'William,' right?"

"Hell, yes. I'm William. Billy's a pansy name."

Vanessa asked again. "You don't like being called 'Billy,' do you?"

"Hell, no. That's a name for a,"

Vanessa clicked a key and her subject froze in mid-sentence.

Vanessa finished the sentence for him. "A pussy."

"Yeah, a name for a pussy."

"And you hate pussy, William. Don't you?"

"Do I?" His eyebrows kitted tightly together.

"If you're a pussy, then what are you?"

"You're weak."

"I'll ask again. Do you hate pussy?"

"I don't know."

"Yes, you do. You hate pussy and football." She pressed a couple buttons and William nodded.

" your first football game. Tell me all about it." Her fingers danced on the keyboard as she rewrote his memories, intensifying parts of some and deleting others.

"You how you were tackled again and again. The memory of that sensation is burned into your mind. It hurt, didn't it?"

He nodded and pulled at the restraints.

"You how much it hurt. Recall with **** clarity how much it hurt. You were tackled again and again. You how much it hurt, being tackled again and again. "

"It only happened a couple of times," William said.

Vanessa hit one button and the memory looped in his mind for 50 times.

"You vividly how much it hurt. Being tackled over and over. That sensation is burned in your mind. You being hit and knocked to the ground repeatedly. You were hurt. Again and again. it hurt so bad that you cried."

"No, I didn't. Everyone cheered me."

Vanessa hit one key. "No one cheered you."

"No one cheered for me."

Vanessa tapped some keys. A video of a man crying played. "Do you crying now?"

"Yes," whimpered William.

"You the fear and pain of being tackled." She pressed a key to intensify the fear and pain the server recorded. "That feeling of fear and pain is buried deep in your mind. Now tell me about the first time you were with a woman. Tell me about the first time you had sex."

"It was awesome," he smiled.

Vanessa recorded his memory and memory of the emotions into the data bank.

"It was with this hot cheerleader," he continued. "It was awesome. I was awesome."

" that feeling of fear and pain. You had that feeling the first time you saw her pussy, didn't you?" She tapped some keys. "When you saw her pussy, the feeling of fear and pain. You saw her naked. You saw her pussy. the fear and pain the first time you saw a woman's pussy. You associate fear and pain with a woman's pussy now." A couple more keys clicked. "You the fear and pain when you saw her pussy."

"Yes, I ," he itted. "But I loved her tits."

"Yes, William, you love tits. the first time your touched her tits. Tell me about it."

"Her name was Michelle. She was a Mexican chick. Big tits. Got her in the backseat of my car. Felt her up. Got real hard and made her suck my cock. Felt great."

"Good. how it felt. every little detail about it. Let your mind soak it in." Vanessa recorded the memory and feelings. " how you played with her tits. how your hand traveled down. how you undid her jeans."

"She wore a skirt."

Vanessa tapped a key.

William corrected himself. "She wore jeans."

" how excited and turned on you got?"

"Yes!" His cock was bulging in his pants now. Vanessa grinned.

"Then you saw her pussy."

"Ugh! Gross," he said as his cock wilted. Vanessa didn't need to press any computer buttons.

"But you're ing it wrong, William. how you played with her tits." William's cock got hard again. " how her tits felt. how good it felt to get your cock sucked. the excitement as your hand traveled down to unzip her jeans."

William's cock was rock hard again.

Vanessa played with her keyboard. " how you unzipped her jeans. What did you see?"

"I-I-I don't ."

"You she had a cock too."

"But she was a girl. A female."

Vanessa tapped one key.

"No. Don't you she was a sexy she-male." Vanessa ed an image of a she-male directly into his memory. "You how good it felt when you played with her tits, don't you. That's how it felt when you played with her cock."

William's cock bulged. He groaned as he came in his jeans.

Vanessa recorded his memory of the orgasm to imprint in his mind for later.

After a few minutes, William recovered.

Vanessa continued. "Now tell me more about the people you had sex with."

As he told her about each and every sexual experience, she made him relive it as William. Every woman he screwed was deleted and replaced with a she-male. Anytime he ed playing with tits, he also played with a cock. In his mind, tits and cock provided very intense pleasure. She replayed his orgasm with every encounter.

As a final step, Vanessa altered his memory about playing football. Except for being tackled, she deleted everything he knew about football. She replaced those memories with those of dancing and sucking cock. Football held no more interest for him. Instead he loved to dance. He ed that he always loved dancing.

Vanessa let him sleep as she drove to a town with a rival football team. As she drove, new memories of fucking and sucking cock imprinted in William's memories via gay porn videos with the memory of his orgasm.

She arrived at a special strip t on the outskirts of that town. She pulled around back and saw three dancers practicing a routine. That's when she woke William up. She opened the rear doors.

His heart leapt for joy.

"William, who's your favorite football team?" she asked.

He looked at her. "Footballs?"

"Who won the Superbowl? How many points is a field goal? Who hikes the football to the quarterback? Answer me and I'll let you go."

"Listen, honey," lisped William. "I tell you who the Oscars. Fields goal, I don't know ten points? The hiker probably hikes footballs."

Satisfied that he would never play football again, Vanessa unstrapped him.

"Go get them, tiger," Vanessa whisper to him.

With a flourish, William swished his way to the cute boys dancing. He was naked and hard by the time his squeal caught their attention. Although it was his first time, he sucked cock like a pro. In his mind, he'd been sucking cocks for years. When they'd take his virgin ass, he'd be surprised how tight he was.

"I love my job," Vanessa laughed as she drove off.

Her phone rang. It was a new client