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Career Opportunities

by

Denver

 

Kristen Miller headed around for her last lap around the park. Her legs were tired and her lungs burned. More than one man turned to look at her as she passed by. One could not blame them. The slopes and curves of her bottom and thighs were accentuated by glistening and gleaming texture of her black Lycra/nylon running tights. Her breasts jiggled up and down erotically, despite wearing a supportive athletic blue with black trim Lycra/nylon crop-top. Her long brown hair was tautly wrapped around her head and held behind her in a ponytail. Like most women, she didn't look back at any of the men who leered at her. She kept her focus straight ahead. Her mind fixated on the pace of her steps and the rhythm of her breathing.

Running in the park provided a much need release of tension. With every step she took a little more of her angst dissipated. The serenity of nature found in recreational areas facilitated that process. Washington Park was just such a place. However, her little oasis of nature was being intruded upon.

Unable to post billboards or any other permanent advertising medium, marketing companies restored to using flat bed trucks. They secured a sign in the middle of the bed and then slowly cruised around advertising their products. In this case, a new movie was on display. The alluring body of the starring actress filled most of the ad space. Such women rankled her.

She, and other women like her, chased the specter of these phantom women and their airbrushed beauty. "No real woman could be that beautiful," she told herself. No one could measure up to Hollywood's standard of perfection. Yet none of the women she knew was truly willing to give up the race for beauty. Oh they all said that they hated it, yet their actions spoke differently. She learned long ago that if you quite the, "Rat Race," then all the other rats will trample you. She knew time and circumstances would ultimately rob her of her youth and beauty. However, that was tomorrow. Today she was young, beautiful, and healthy. She intended to stay that way.

Exiting the park, she jogged down Mississippi Avenue and toward her cute but expensive home. Kristen stopped and stretched at the entrance of the sidewalk leading to her house. While bending over and grabbing her ankles, she noticed a man inside a parked car leering at her. She rolled her eyes in contempt and jogged up to her house. Around her wrist was a green coil of wire. It held the key to the front door. She hurried inside and shut the door to prying eyes.

Steve staggered out from the bedroom. Weekends are for loafing, according to Steve. He slept a great deal of Saturday and Sunday, much to Kristen's chagrin. Even on the weekend Kristen got up early. By the time Steve awoke she typically had already exercised and began her Saturday morning housework.

Shuffling around the kitchen in his dirty terrycloth robe and slippers, Steve groped around for coffee. He could smell it but could not find it. Kristen pulled a sports beverage out of the refrigerator and took a swig.

"Here let me," she sighed.

From out of the cabinet, she grabbed a coffee mug and poured him a cup of coffee. Steve sipped the life-giving beverage and winced at the morning light. Kristen had witnessed this scene for two years now. Before married opposites attract afterward they repel.

Steve flopped down on the sofa and turned on the TV. It was one of his favorite things to do. The movie "Barbwire" was playing. He could care less about the plot. It was fun just watching Pamela Anderson in black spandex and leather. From the kitchen he heard Kristen angrily stomping about. She knew what he was watching. He quickly changed the channel to the news.

Kristen pulled off her hair scrunchy and shook her luxurious mane of hair free. Steve spied his wife as she hurried off to take a shower. He sighed. Morning people can be so annoying. They act so superior to night people, of which Steve was one. His reason for arising early this morning lay on the opposite side of town. He and three others were part of a foursome at the Green Leaf Golf Course. The only tee time they could get was 8:00 am. He hated it, but what could you do?

Skipping his shower, Steve dressed. He wore the traditional golf garb: argyle socks, green trousers, and a tan polo shirt. Kristen called them, "His old man clothes." It bothered him a little, but he knew it was true. Outside of the golf course, they drew quite a few stares. Wanting to avoid his wife criticism, he shouted his good byes and left before she exited the shower.

Kristen threw her robe on the bed and walked over to the dresser. She grabbed a pair of white nylon panties and stepped into them. She tugged the panties up and over her hips. The matching bra was clean. That was good. She slipped it over her arms and hooked it in back. One by one she gently lifted and placed her breasts inside the cups. The second drawer down contained her silks. She stepped into her half-slip and pulled it to her waist. The camisole easily slid down her arms. From out of her closet she retrieved a tan wool skirt and white V-neck cotton top. She stepped into the skirt and drew it up. She reached underneath her skirt and pulled down her slip. She zipped it up and slipped on her white cotton blouse. The final set of accessories was a wide faux alligator belt and a pair of tan strap-on sandals. No hose today, those were for work days or evenings out on the town.

After grabbing her purse, she hurried out the door. She was late. She had agreed to meet Tara at 8:30 a.m. at the antique flea market. On a rare occasion they came across a valuable find. It was her favorite thing to do.

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Steve parked near the golf cart loading area. After retrieving his clubs from the trunk, he hurried up to his gathered friends. They had already paid and were waiting for him.

"You're late!" Tom shouted. "We have to tee off in 2 minutes or forfeit our slot."

"Sorry," Steve said apologetically, "it's tough getting up on the weekend."

This explanation brought a myriad of complaints from his buddies. They had managed to get up on time. He could have the courtesy to do the same. Steve strapped his clubs in the back of the cart and then hopped into the seat. The two cars zipped off to the starting tee.

"How are you and Kristen doing these day?" Tom inquired.

"Okay I suppose," Steve said with an uninspiring tone.

"Well, the honeymoon can't last forever," Tom replied tritely.

Steve took a long deep breath and said, "I guess."

"Are you two thinking about kids?"

"No, Kristen and I enjoy our freedom too much. Kids would be an unwelcome encumbrance."

Tom looked at his long time friend in surprise. He and Amy wanted to start a family right away. She had four brothers and sisters, and he had five. He understood Steve and Kristen though. They both were only children. A child needs two willing parents, he reasoned. Better to not have any, if they are not welcome.

"Say…you remember the Merco Industries account," Tom said with a roguish smile.

"Yeah," Steve warily replied. "What about them?"

"Yours truly just landed the account. I've got the paper work all done and ready to submit."

"Damn it! How did you do that? SHIT, I tried for three months to get them. The old man wouldn't give up his current supplier."

"Hey, I just do my homework that's all."

"Yeah, yeah Mr. Researcher. It's your turn to tee off."

Rick and Greg teed off first. Their golf balls landed to the left and right of the fairway, respectively. Tom's golf ball sliced out into the woods. Steve gloated when his landed dead on center 350 yards down the fairway. He had good positioning for the first hole. By the time they got to the eighth hole Rick was two strokes under par.

"So you and Kristen want to join Amy and me next Friday night?" Tom asked. "We're having a barbeque to celebrate the closing of the deal."

"I'll have to check with Kristen, but it sounds good," Steve replied.

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"Sorry I'm late," Kristen said hurrying up to Tara.

"No problem," Tara replied, searching through her purse for her sunglasses. "I just got a few minutes ago myself."

The two ladies milled into the antique flea market. Most of the merchandise was of the handcrafted variety. There were wooden figurines, comforters, and assorted would be artists. Most of the antique furniture was too beat up as to be any good. The good pieces did not come cheap.

Tare casually asked, "So how are you and Steve doing?"

"Well…it's been a struggle," Kristen replied, examining a handmade doily. "He's been so stressed out lately about work. He's gone most evenings. The only time we get to see each other is the weekend and even then he's gone."

"You guys are still doing it aren't you?"

"No, Steve would have to be there for that to happen. It's been months."

"Oh I'm sorry, I had no idea!"

"I have gotten used to it. It's amazing what you can do without."

"Emily and Jim are having the same problem."

"Who told you that?"

"You know Beth, don't you?" asked Tara. When Kristen nodded yes, she said, "Well Beth is good friends with Emily, and she said that, '…Emily has a taste for the good life….' You know what that means. Jim can never get enough money to please her. Emily found long blond hairs on his collar. You know what that means."

Kristen winced; she did indeed know what that meant. Her father had been a traveling salesman. He was gone for months at time. She over heard some of the stories that he would tell concerning his coworkers and their antics with women.

They passed by a jewelry display case. A rather cheap looking medallion lay on top of a black velour pad. On the face she saw the picture of an angel holding a wand. There was strange writing around the outer edge on the front.

Kirsten asked the old woman shopkeeper, "May I see that?"

"Of course," the elderly woman replied and unlocked the case. She laid the medallion on a black cloth for Kristen to inspect. Tara looked over her shoulder to see what she had found. The front of the medallion had a pixy or fairy of some sort. Strange writing circled the outside edge. The back of the medallion was blank. There may have been writing at one time but it had been scratched off. To Tara's surprise Kristen took out her wallet. She did not understand what Kristen saw in the trinket. However, it was only $8.00.

"I'll take it," Kristen said, getting her wallet from her purse.

Tara was unimpressed with the medallion. She continued inspecting the other items in the case. None really appealed to her. After Kristen concluded her purchase, the pair of ladies continued on their way.

"Oh almost forgot to tell you," Tara said excitedly. "Mary Anderson is expecting."

Kristen gasped, and said, "But she's only 16 years old!"

Tara put her hand to her chest and said, "I know! I talk with her aunt Kate. She said that…."

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Steve placed his golf clubs in the corner of the garage. The garage door noisily clattered shut. He hated going home after a round of golf. Kristen always made such an issue of him taking off with the boys.

"Honey I'm home," he shouted entering through the kitchen door from the garage.

"I'm in the bedroom," she replied. "I have something to show you."

A long sigh came from his lips. He supposed that she had found another antique to decorate their home. He was sure of it. However, when he entered the bedroom, he didn't see anything different.

With a Cheshire cat grin, she said, "I have something to show you."

Steve watched as Kristen lifted up her skirt and slip. He was not sure where she was going with this. He had seen her in white nylon panties too many times to count. However, the bulge in the front of them was new. She yanked them down and pulled out a very thick, meaty penis. Beneath it were two sizable testicles.

"What the hell!" he gasped. "Where did you get those? It has to be some sort of a trick."

"It's no trick," she said yanking on her new manhood. "It's all me."

"How?"

"Well, I came home from shopping with Tara." She explained about the medallion, and how she had been using a pair of his old boxers to clean it. When she felt a tingling between her legs, she dropped the medallion and the boxers. She then felt something strange between her legs only to discover her new manhood. Steve listened in stunned silence. Seeing his wife with a rock hard penis was distressing. When she tried to kiss him, he instinctively pulled away from her.

"Don't you want to give me a kiss," she teased. "Maybe we could play around a little in bed?"

"Ah no! We are not playing around in bed until we figure out how to get rid of that thing."

"Awe come on," she protested mischievously. "It might be fun."

"Now way," he said, fleeing the room.

After fixing her clothes, she joined him in the living room. Steve anxiously bit his fingernail. He did not understand what happened. His sexy wife now had a cock.

"Don't worry," she said. "I think I can change back."

"Think?" Steve said with a tone of alarm.

"Yes," she explained. "I talk to my friend Marie. She's a psychic you know. Anyway she said, '…Magic like this takes time. It is very hard on the body.' She recommended that I wait 12 hours before trying to change back."

This did not make Steve happy. Marie was a flake. He did not want to trust his future to the likes of her. "Maybe we should see a doctor or something," Steve suggested.

Kristen tried to cross her legs, but her manhood got in the way. Steve suggestion did not sound good to her. This medallion had real magical properties. She was not about to tell anyone that she did not have to. "What would we tell him? I used to have a vagina, but it magically turned into a penis?"

Steve saw her point. They would never be believed. A doctor would assume that Kristen had always been a man.

"I guess not," he lamented. "I guess we wait."

The tension between them escalated. Steve kept a wary eye upon his wife and her new tool. He did not want it coming near him. Kristen continued with her cleaning. Every so often she would itch her new testicles without really knowing that she was doing it.

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"Wake up," Kristen said, cuddling next to her husband. "Don't you want to play?"

Steve pulled away from his wife and sprang out of bed. An impish expression dawned on her face. She pulled down the covers and spread her legs apart.

"See all gone," she said, pulling her white nylon panties taut against her flat pelvis. "I got rid of them this morning. I did standing to pee first. I always wanted to try that. However, it's nice to be a real girl again."

Steve leaned over the bed and carefully inspected his wife's crotch. It was as if a monster were hiding in the bed. Seeing the offending organ was gone, he slipped back into bed and tried to sleep again.

Later that morning, they ate brunch on the back patio. While Steve read the Sunday paper, Kristen lingered deep in thought. It made Steve nervous.

"What?" Steve asked and set down his paper.

Kristen replied, "I was thinking on how we could use the medallion. You know…to make money."

"Make money? How?"

"I don't want to say right now. I'll tell you tomorrow."

This did not sound good. Steve resumed reading his paper. When Kristen got an idea in her head, there was no stopping her.

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Steve came home from work early Monday. It had already been a long hard day. Everywhere he went customers told him no. Selling industrial supplies was not as easy as one might think. Most of the companies used a silent bidding process. The bids that he submitted were most always high.

Kristen sauntered out of the bedroom. Her hands were behind her back and a puckish smile was on her face. Steve braced himself.

"I have a way for you to land the big one," she said proudly.

Warily he asked, "How?"

From behind her she tossed him something. He caught it and held it up with both hands for inspection. A pair of bright pink silk bikini panties with black trim and a tiny black bow in front hung from his fingertips. The delicate garment was symbolic of ostentatious femininity.

Steve worriedly asked, "What are these for?"

"They are part of the plan," Kristen explained. "We used the medallion to change you into a girl. Then you go to work for one of your biggest target companies. Once inside, you can use your access to gather information about the secret bids. You can then beat the lowest bidder and make a nice profit in the process."

Steve tossed her the panties and said, "You do it!"

She tossed them back and said, "I can't! I don't know the first thing about petrochemicals and cleaning solvents. I'm in public relations; remember? I would not know what I was looking for or where to find it. You have to do it."

Steve gripped the panties with his left hand and rubbed his neck with his right. He tried to think of an argument why not to do it. It annoyed him greatly that he could not.

In the end, he simply said, "I'm not doing it! I'm a guy, and I plan to stay that way."

Kristen put her hands on her hips and leaned forward slightly saying, "Give me one good reason. This could be our big break. You would not have to spend so much time working. You're telling me that you can't be girl for just a day or two."

"Day or two," he replied indignantly, "You mean a week or two. It would take time to get hired and learn about the company."

"So?" she asked folding her arms.

"So…I have a job," Steve replied. "What will I tell them? Sorry guys but I'm a girl now and can't come to work?"

"Don't give me that," she replied. "You know perfectly well most of your communications are by e-mail and fax. You only go into the office once or twice a month. Even then it's only to submit expense reports. I can do that for you."

"I just won't," Steve snapped and stormed off in a huff.

The remainder of that evening was spent in frigid silence. Neither of them was willing to give on the subject. Lying in bed, the slept with their backs to each other.

The next morning Kristen rolled over in bed. She felt Steve's side of the bed, and it was empty. Rubbing her eyes, she threw on a white silk robe and shuffled into the living room. Steve was looking out the window at the sunrise.

"What's wrong?" Kristen asked yawning.

"I'm going to do it," he replied. "I have to."

"Have to what?" she asked sleepily and sat next to him on the sofa.

"I have to do like you said. It's the only way. Tom Allen, the star salesman Millen Industrials," he commented sarcastically, "is all the time showing off. Every day I get a new e-mail from him bragging how well his doing. 'Hey Steve…I'm at 103% of my sales.' "Hey Steve…I'm at 150% of my sales quota.' I am so sick of that guy. I want to beat him if only once."

"I'm sorry honey," she replied. "People can be so thoughtless."

"It's not thoughtlessness," he retorted. "It's bragging. Let's get started. What do we do?"

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Steve felt ridiculous. He lay upon his bed totally naked with the exception of the medallion around his neck. Kristen handed him the panties.

"Now what?" Steve asked. "I don't feel any different."

"Touch the panties to the medallion," she said circling the bed.

Taking a deep breath, Steve touched the panties to the medallion. A tingling sensation much like a small electrical current surged through him. His breathing became labored, and he swallowed hard. With each passing second his vision narrowed until it went ashen gray.

Kristen squatted down next to the bed and looked on with great fascination. Like some time lapsed film, she watched his body morph. His tall rugged frame shrunk and grew delicate. His chiseled male chest went completely flat. Two small mounds began swelling out. His areolas grew thick as her finger and crowned the swelling mounds of flesh. What was going on between his legs was even more dramatic. His testicles withered into two empty sacks. His one time 9-inch manhood was now barely an inch long. She gingerly spread his legs apart for a better view. Two small ridges grew up and down at the junction between his legs. A small fissure opened between them. His withering manhood slipped into the growing chasm. A layer of pink flesh covered the last small button of his manhood. Up into his body the fissure sunk.

When she looked back up at his face, she gasped. A radiantly pretty girl had replaced Steve's manly features. Shafts of long platinum blond hair sprung from his head and cascaded down his delicate neck and shoulders. With each breath he took, two breasts heaved up and down. She watched them grow from 'C' to 'D' to 'DD' in size. Two areolas the size of half dollars crowned the top of his breasts. She rolled him over onto his side and inspected his bottom. His luscious creamy thighs merged up to the swell of his round, curvaceous bottom. The flesh was soft and supple, yet his bottom was firm. It was an ass that most women would kill for. The slight paunch Steve carried melted away along with all his body hair. His waist was now trim forming a perfect hourglass shape. She rolled him onto his back once again. The girl lying on their bed had a beauty that took her breath away. When she whimpered, it sounded like the voice of an angel. Her eyelids fluttered open revealing two sapphire blue eyes. They even gleamed and sparkled like gems.

"Did it work," Steve asked with a girlish voice.

Kristen handed him a hand mirror and said, "See for yourself."

Steve took the mirror and exclaimed, "DAMN! Is that me?"

"It sure is sweetie," she replied.

Steve scanned the room and asked, "What did you do to the room?"

Only then did Kristen notice the changes that occurred to their bedroom. Their set of dual simulated oak bedroom furniture had been replaced by a single set. The tan curtains were now white, frilly, and gauze like. Posters of pretty boy heartthrobs now decorated the walls. Stuffed animals sat on top of the dresser. Even the color was different. It was now a pale pink. The bedspread was white and had a floral design. The sheets were made of white satin. Kristen opened the walk in closet door. Her and Steve's clothes were gone. In their place was the clothing appropriate for a teenage girl. Kristen opened a purse on the dresser. She took out the wallet and looked at the driver's license.

Steve sat up leaning upon his elbows and said, "What?"

"Take a look," she said handing him the driver's license.

The photo was of the girl he had become. The name read, "Amber Johnston," and the sex indicated was "female." Amber Johnston's age was only 18.

"This can't be," Steve gasped and sat up on the edge of the bed. "I'm gone!"

"Don't worry," Kristen said and bit her fingernail.

"DON'T WORRY!" Steve shouted. "My life is gone."

"You can always change back," Kristen said with a less convincing tone. "Your life will be restored when you do."

Steve scanned the room and said, "How? I mean there's nothing left of mine."

Kristen looked around the room. It was true. Not one item of Steve's remained. She hurried from the room and frantically search the house. Any trace of Steve's existence was gone. Not even his golf clubs were in the garage. Still naked, Steve raced into the living room. As if dancing, he spun around in circles.

With one hand on his forehead, he said, "I've been erased. What am I going to do?"

"Don't panic," Kristen replied with her hand on the side of her face thoughtfully. "There has to be a way to change you back."

"Where did you get these panties from?" Steve asked.

"I got them at a yard sale," Kristen replied. "I happened upon it yesterday at lunch. It was really sad. This woman had lost her only 16-year-old daughter two years ago. She was killed in an automobile accident. In fact—" she paused with out finishing her thought.

"What?" Steve asked fearfully. "WHAT!"

"All of the items in your room were at the yard sale," she gasped. "I remember the posters. I have an idea," Kristen said rushing into the den. Steve followed closely behind her. When Kristen opened a search window, Steve leaned forward and looked over her shoulder. Kristen saw the massive set of breasts close to her and said, "Um…can you not get those in my face."

Only then did Steve realize that he naked. He bit his lip and covered his breasts. Kristen watched him run from the room. She typed Steve's name in the search engine. A link came up dated two years ago, and she clicked on it. It was the Denver Post. Steve returned wearing a white silk bathrobe.

Kristen read aloud, "A fatal accident occurred last night in on I-70. In what could only be described as a one in million accident, lightening struck Steve Miller's westbound Ford Explorer. Mr. Miller lost control of his vehicle and shot off the bridge plunging into the icy waters of the Soda Creek. His vehicle was completely demolished and his body crushed beyond recognition…Mr. Miller has no living relatives. Funeral services will be held at Horan McCarty Funeral home…."

"I'M DEAD!" Steve cried out in horror.

He flopped down onto a red leather chair and doubled over. The view between his legs did not help matters. Kristen rushed over and held his forehead.

When he calmed down, Steve sat up and asked, "How could this have happened?"

"I have an idea, but its pretty wild," she said cringing. "I think that the universe balanced itself out. I mean think about it. She was dead, and you were alive. If you took Amber's place, then you took hers."

"I'm not Amber. I'm Steve!"

"I know you're upset but think," Kristen insisted. "It all makes sense. For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. There is only one spirit and two lives. Since you can't be two people at once, you took over Amber's life. The universe adjusted everything to accommodate your new existence."

Steve groaned, "Where does that leave us?"

"Wait here," Kristen said hurrying from the room. When she returned, she had a photo album in her hands. "All of my belongings are now in the guest bedroom." Steve and Kristen flipped through the album. Where their wedding should have been were vacation photos of Peru. "Before I met you, I planned on visiting Peru. A girl friend of mine had family there we could stay with." She flipped the book closed. "Since you died, we never married. I guess to the world we are friends, and you rent a room from me."

"Oh my god!" Steve moaned, running his fingers through his long, thick blond hair.

"Now don't panic," Kristen said confidently. "All we have to do is find something of yours from before the accident. Then we change you back, and you have your life back. Where did you live before we moved in together?"

"I lived in the Peach Tree Apartments," he replied contemplatively.

"Get dressed," Kristen said. "We have to see if any of your belongings are still around."

Steve scampered from the room and returned to his bedroom. Alone in his room, he scrounged through his dresser drawer. There wasn't a pair of cotton briefs to be had. Everything was silky and satiny. The second drawer held only hose and bras. The third had silk slips and camisoles. In the bottom drawer was sexy lingerie.

Not really sure of what else to wear, Steve settled upon the original pink with black trim bikini panties and matching pushup bra. The only slacks he could find were skintight and left little to the imagination. He was loathed to admit it, but for some reason he preferred to wear a skirt. He didn't know why. A black silk pleated miniskirt caught his fancy. For a top he chose a pink silk with black lace trim camisole style crop-top. The silken garment cleaved to him like second skin and made his already impressive chest even more so. He put on a pair of black lace stay hose along with a garter belt to match is bra and panties. He then stepped into a strap-on black set of 4-inch spiked pumps. After putting on some makeup and touching up his hair, he inspected himself in the mirror. No matter how he adjusted his silk top his breasts dominated his chest. The weight took some getting used to. The weight pulled him forward, and he picked at the bra straps digging into his shoulders.

Looking upon the stunning creature in the mirror, he had an epiphany. "I am dressing like her," he silently cringed. "I didn't even realize what I was doing." He worried how deep the changes went. In trance like state, he put on a pair of silver earrings and a silver necklace.

Kristen gently knocked and asked, "Can I see?"

"Okay," he cringed and opened the door.

Kristen's eyes widened and she said, "Oh my god! You are such a knock out." Partially choking down her laughter, she said, "Every guy in a hundred miles is going will want to get into your panties."

Steve quipped, "If they want to so badly, I'll gladly trade places."

Kristen giggled as she exited the room. Steve silently worried what else he might do on autopilot. He had to get back his own body as soon as possible. When he grabbed his wallet from off the bed, he tied to slip it into his back pocket. His hand slid up and down the satin slopes of his round, padded bottom. He looked over his shoulder and then remembered. Skirts don't have pockets. He sighed and threw his wallet into his brown leather purse.

Normally Steve drove everywhere. Now Kristen waited in the car with the engine running. Reluctantly, he slipped into the passenger seat and shut the door. It was as if he was back in high school and his mom was driving him. They didn't have enough money for a second car. Only a few days after his nineteenth birthday, his parents were killed in an auto accident. Only then did he get a car of his own. Ever since then he had been driving. Now he had regressed 10 years. In a matter of one day he went from 28 to 18 and a girl on top of it all. While driving to his last known address, Kristen decided to share with him the facts of life.

"Until we can change you back," she explained, "your going to have to think differently."

"What? How?" he said staring at her blinking his long black lashes.

From Kristen's perspective, the girl seated next to her was like an innocent child. She was young, naïve and impossibly beautiful. She thought of just the right way to put things.

"You're a lady now," she explained. "Women have to approach things differently than men."

"Like what?"

"Well…take for instance parking at night. A man simply parks his car and goes where he wants. A woman on the other hand has to survey her surroundings. There are a lot of perverts and rapists out there. They would love to drag you off into some bushes and rape you…or worse."

Steve grimaced. He did not like the way this discussion was going. Kristen gave her words a chance to sink into his consciousness. "I never considered it," he admitted.

"Also, you have to plan for your period," Kristen said bluntly. "We will need to get you some feminine hygiene products. We can talk about pads, panty liners, and tampons later."

"Oh yuck, I never thought about it. I really wasn't planning to be a woman for that long."

"Since you assumed Amber's life, we don't know when your period will come. It could be today or any other day for a month. When you start having cramps, we'll know."

"Super," he said sarcastically.

"Then there is the matter of birth control. We will have to get you on the pill. Sponges and condoms are too unreliable."

"I really don't want to have sex with a man," Steve said, holding his hands motioning stop.

"Sometimes it just happens. I never told you about my first lover. It was Billy Madison. I was 16 and he was 17. We went out for a hike in the mountains. When we came to a grassy field of wild flowers, we stopped to take a brake. Well…one thing lead to another, and we did it. I couldn't believe what it felt like to have a man inside me. I also wasn't prepared for his cum to leak out of me while we were walking. It soaked the crotch of my panties and my shorts. It was smelly and embarrassing."

Steve slouched down in his seat. This was too much information. He gazed out the window at the passing landscape and tried to pretend that she had not told him that.

"When my mom found out," Kristen said, rolling her eyes, "she hit the roof. She had me on the pill so fast it made my head spin. Luckily I didn't get pregnant."

"Pregnant?" he said with a look of alarm.

"Yes of course. That's what women do. Women make the babies."

"You know, let's just get some of my clothes and change me back."

When they pulled up a traffic light, a convertible full of boys pulled along side of them. They hooted and whistled at Steve. When Steve looked at them, they became even more animated. After they left the light, the boys stayed right along side of them.

"Never look a strange man in the eye," Kristen said with eyes fixed forward. "It only encourages them to hit on you. Don't look at them and most men will leave you alone."

Steve hated it, but he did as she suggested. He placed his hands on his thighs and stared straight ahead. The boys soon tired of the chase and drove away.

When they arrived at the apartment complex, Steve spotted an old friend. It was Kirk. He had not seen Kirk in over a year. Before Kristen could stop him, Steve jumped out of the car.

While waving he called out, "Hey Kirk, over here!"

Kirk threw away his trash in the dumpster and headed for Steve. He waived back but had a confused look on his face. Steve hurried up to meet him. "It is so good to see you," Steve said. "How have they been hanging?"

"Um…err…ah…fine," he said confused. "Do I know you?"

"It's me Ste…that is Amber, Amber Johnson. We knew each other from high school. I used to be skinny with braces," he lied. Kristen walked up and stood by his side. It was not until then that Steve realized that Kristen now stood 2-inches taller than him. Returning to the conversation, he asked, "Do you remember someone who lived here? He name was Steve Miller."

"Steve Miller," Kirk said looking up into the sky. "Steve Miller…hmm…yes I remember him. He's the one who bought it on I-70. That was a shame. He was such a good guy. We had a lot of fun together. Still, what can you do? Accidents happen."

"Are any of his things still here," Steve said. "I mean, what happened to his stuff?"

"They hauled it all out one day," Kirk replied. "The manager told me that it would be put in storage. If no one claimed it, it would be sold to pay off unpaid bills. That was over two years ago. It's long gone now. Why did he have something of yours?"

Steve thought a second and asked, "Didn't he lend you his hiking cap?

"Yeah," Kirk replied with a look of surprise. "How'd you know that?"

"Do you still have it?" Steve asked hopefully.

"Sorry," Kirk replied, "I lost it fishing about year ago. The wind blew it off my head, and it was swept down river."

Steve chewed on his long red fingernail and looked at the ground in thought. Kirk looked at Kristen and then back at Steve. He was not sure what was happening.

Kristen said, "Thanks Kirk, Steve had something valuable of Amber's, and she was trying to locate it."

"Gee I'm sorry," Kirk said sympathetically. "That's too bad."

Steve mumbled a quick, "Thanks," and hurried back to the car.

Kristen apologized for him and went after him. She slid into the driver's seat and started the car. For several long minutes they rode in silence. Kristen eventually asked, "Do you have any idea of who else might have something of yours? I mean maybe a boyhood friend or something."

"No," he agonized. "There's no one. All of my friends were our couple friends. Since we are no longer a couple, nothing is left."

Those last words hung in the air. He wished that he could take them back. However, it was true. They were no longer a couple. Steve caught Kristen glancing at him. Her eyes scanned up and down his body. They lingered at the sight of his skirt lying atop his decidedly flat pelvis. There was nothing between his legs that she was interested in now, and he knew it. When he shifted in the seat, he felt his skirt slip over top of his silk panties. When they hit a bump in the road, his breasts jiggled slightly inside his bra. A thought occurred to him, "Do I even have a job, or rather, does Amber have a job?"

Kristen was contemplating the same thing and said, "We need to see what kind of life Amber has for herself. Since she's only 18, she never went to college."

Steve leaned upon the window frame and supported his head with his hand. He never even thought about that. What kind of job does an 18 year old with only a high school diploma get? The prospects were bleak.

When they stopped at the mall, Steve looked at her for an explanation. Kristen stopped the car and sat in silence. Steve's heart raced. He was afraid of what she was going to say.

Kristen looked intently at him and said, "I think we need to go on with our lives."

"What does that mean?" Steve asked fearfully.

"I think you know. I'm sorry the way things turned out for you, but we have to face facts. There is no going back. Unless you become some other man, you are never changing back."

"That's what I could do. I could become another man. Then we would be married again."

"Who would you become, and what would happen? Would he become Amber? Could you do that to someone else?"

"So we find a real jerk, and I take his life. Anything is possible."

"I couldn't live with that even if he was a jerk," Kristen replied somberly.

"You can't live with it?" Steve asked incredulously. "I'm the one who is going to be in panties for the rest of his life."

"It's not so bad being a woman. You'll get used to it."

"I don't want to get used to it. I want my life back. Now let's keep thinking of a way to change me back."

"STEVE, you are not facing the issue! You are not changing back. If you try to pull something over on someone, you may wind up in a worse predicament."

"Hey listen Kristen, I am no girl. I'm a man!" Kristen gripped his wrist and forced his hand up under his skirt and between his legs. Through his skirt and panties, she rubbed it against his womanhood. The message was clear. He was no longer a man.

"You are a woman now," she said softly. "You better try and get used to the idea."

"I can't. I won't!" he angrily retorted.

"I want a divorce," Kristen blurted out. "Our marriage ended long ago. We have been two strangers living together because they were too afraid to leave. The timing is awful, but it can't be avoided any longer. I don't love you anymore, and now, with you in this body, I know it's time to part. Don't worry. I'll give you time to find a job, if you don't have one already. Then you can move out. Until then we will be roommates."

"I'll get my body back," Steve replied hopefully.

"It doesn't matter if you do. I still don't want to be married to you. I hope you do get your body back."

Steve slouched down in a state of shock. This without a doubt was the worst day of his life. Kristen exited the car and said, "Let's get a coffee."

Lingering inside the automobile, he watched Kristen walk to the end of the hood. She turned and waited for him to join her. He wearily exited the car. He tugged on his black pleated miniskirt in a vain attempt to lengthen it.

They walked through the mall in silence for a while. Neither knew what to say to the other. Kristen stopped when she saw Margaret Peterson and her gangly son Brain walking toward them.

"Hi Kristen," Margaret said joyfully. "It's so good to see you. Who is this lovely young lady?"

Kristen gestured to Steve and said, "This is Amber. She's my rents a room from me."

Margaret tugged her son close and said, "This is my son Brain. Say hello to Amber."

"Hey," the disheveled youth grunted.

"Kristen, maybe we should go somewhere and let these two young people get to know each other," Margaret suggested.

"We really don't have the time," Kristen replied. "We were just getting coffee."

"Nonsense," Margaret said, tugging Kristen away by the arm. "You can spare ten minutes."

Kristen glanced over her shoulder. Steve had a "help me" look in his eyes. She mouthed silently, "I'll be back."

"You go to school around here?" Brian asked and brushed his bangs out of his eyes.

"No I've graduate high school," Steve replied.

"Cool," he exclaimed.

Some other teens spotted Brain and soon Steve was surrounded. With his back to the second floor railing, they formed a semi-circle around him. He felt very claustrophobic. They introduced themselves as Ben, Tim, Angie and Beth.

Beth said, "I've never seen you before, where'd you go to school?"

"Golden High School," Steve said stating the address on his driver's license.

"Cool, the Demons have a great basketball team," Ben interjected.

Tim asked, "You live with that woman? What are you gay?"

Angie poked Tim in the side and said, "Don't mind him. He can be a real idiot at times."

Steve said, "No I'm not gay. We just share a house."

"Excellent," Ben exclaim. "My mom and dad won't let me move out until I go to college."

"Say," Beth said, "We're going to a party. Want to come?"

"I don't know," Steve said looking for Kristen. "Kristen drove. I don't have a way home."

"That's okay," replied Beth. "I'll take you home."

"I'll tell my mom and Kristen where we are going," said Brain jogging away.

Before he knew it, he was piled into a Ford Explorer with a group of teens. In an odd way, it was a welcome relief. He did not want to see Kristen or think about her. Two years of marriage was gone. In a way, the end came as a welcome relief. The marriage had been dying by inches for the past year. Despite the laughter inside the vehicle, he somberly gazed out the window. Now matter how long it took, he promised himself to get back his life.

They arrived at a sprawling estate. It was located in the fashionable and expensive Cherry Creek subdivision. The imposing two-story home sat right along the highline canal. The teens all piled out the car and happily made their way into the house. Steve lingered behind them. A woman in her mid thirties waited in the doorway to the home.

Her short, black, feathered hair framed her lovely face and slight square jaw. Two dark brown eyes were beset above her delicate, cute nose and full red lips. Steve had enough of his masculine nature left to appreciate her well-endowed chest and curvaceous figure. Like the home, her clothes screamed of wealth. The silver silk slacks she wore perfectly complemented her firm toned derriere. The red daisy patter top had sequins around the neck and off-white scallop pattern along the curved hem.

She walked to Steve and said, "Hi, I'm Beth's step-mom, Elise."

Steve took her hand and said, "My name is Amber."

"Good to meet you Amber," Elise put her arm around Steve and escorted him inside the house. "It's just a small party with some friends, but your invited to join us."

Besides the teens he had ridden with in the Explorer, there were seven more in the house. They were playing music, drinking soda, and eating potato chips. Elise went over to the pass through counter to get some drinks for them. Steve wanted to leave. The laughter and celebration only irritated him. In addition, all the guys were checking him out. They didn't even try to disguise their animal lust. Feeling intensely uncomfortable, he wandered away from the party. He meandered from room to room. The mansion was vast.

"There you are," said Elise carrying two drinks. "Here take this," she said and handed him a drink.

Steve took a swig of the ice cold Pepsi and asked, "I hope you don't mind me looking around."

"No that's quite all right," she said to him. "Let me give you the tour."

Elise led him through room after room. Each new room seemed grander than the previous room. The upstairs had four bedrooms and a small family room. Steve finished his drink and handed the empty cup to Elise. A sudden pressure in his bladder told him had to pee.

"Um…can I use your bathroom," Steve inquired.

"Sure," Elise said pointing, "there is one in the master bedroom at the end of the hall."

The master bedroom had an elegant canopy bed and palatial furnishing. Antique Persian rugs covered the hard wood floor. Original artwork hung on the walls. The bathroom was just as impressive. White marble decorated most surfaces. Gold faucets and fixtures adorned the sinks. It had both whirlpool tub and a spacious shower. After finding the toilet, Steve instinctively stood before it and reached under his skirt. When his hand touched the silk material of his panties, he recalled that standing to pee was not an option anymore. Steve sighed and turned around. After pulling up his skirt, he pulled his pink panties down around his knees. He sat down and bent over. Relaxing his bladder, he felt the water flow out of him. If pissing as a man is like using a garden hose, then as a woman it's like emptying a bucket.

His breasts pressed up against his thighs and his soft curvaceous body disturbed him. This new body felt awkward and uncomfortable like a new set of clothes that are not your style. Steve couldn't help but stare at his panties. They were, after all, only inches from his face. The shining pink silk material of his panties and his black nylon clad legs reminded him of the changes that had taken place. Not only was he wearing them but he was supposed to wear them. The latter point wounded his male pride much more than the former.

After cleaning up, he pulled up his panties. For some reason, this one action troubled him the most. Voluntarily covering his felt pelvis and heart shaped bottom with the taut silk material was like giving up. It was like he had accepted being a woman and his new role in life.

When he stepped out of the bathroom, he suddenly felt dizzy. The room began to spin. Elise caught him and helped him to the bed.

Lying on his back, he could barely think let alone move. Her heard a drawer open and close and felt bed move as Elise climbed onto it. She pulled his mouth open and slipped a metal circle between his teeth. A strap running around his head held it in place. Something black, long, and round was shoved through the ring. The tube ran to a pneumatic bulb. Steve heard the whoosh of compressed air as it filled his mouth. He tried to move his arms to stop it, but he could not get them to move.

Steve was rolled onto his stomach and two leather cuffs put on his wrists and a leather collar on his neck. A small length of chain attached to the collar and his wrists securely held them in the middle of his back. A leather strap around his upper arms held them tightly behind him. Steve's ankles were cuffed and bound with a hobbled chain.

Elise lifted up his skirt in back and gazed admiringly at Steve's pink pantied bottom. In his drugged stupor, Steve could not believe what he was seeing. Elise had bent over and was kissing the swell of his bottom through his panties. "I had no idea your bottom would be so round and shapely. I don't think I've ever seen a better ass in all my life." Elise pressed her nose between Steve legs and took a long whiff. "You even smell like a girl now."

When the material of his panties was pulled to one side, he felt a hot wet tongue probing into his crevice. "MMMmmmmnnnNNNNpppPPHHHH," he grunted. Her tongue licked and probed his back hole. When he felt something hard and round pressing against his puckering sphincter, he writhed and struggled to free himself. "MMMMNNNNN," he moaned as the butt-plug pushed into him. Its massive bulk stretched his ring of flesh wide open. Steve grimaced as it filled him. When the widest diameter of the plug slipped through his ring of flesh, his bottom quickly swallowed it up and sunk down smaller diameter of the plug. Elise was not done. Steve felt a dildo being worked between his labia. For the first time, he felt the hard round girth of a dildo push into his vagina. He squirmed trying to free himself. Ever deeper the dildo plunged into him. At long last he felt the base press up against his labia. Elise fixed his panties back in place and pulled down his skirt.

While patting him on the bottom, she said, "There now, you are all nice and stuffed. How does that feel sweetie?" Steve could only grunt in reply. "I must say I'm looking forward to fucking you in that pretty ass of yours."

A gentle knock came from the door, Angie asked, "Ms. Wilkinson we are all taking off to see a movie. Does Amber want to come?"

Elise replied, "Amber isn't feeling well. I'm going to take her home later. You all have fun."

Steve grunted for help. However, he heard Angie's footsteps as she descended the staircase. Elise wrapped a wide strap just above Steve's knees. She pulled it tight and locked it in place. After being rolled onto his back once again, he watched Elise pick up a remote control. Steve whimpered when his two dildos leapt to life. Elise watched with great delight as Steve squirmed and writhed on the bed. She ran her hand up to his breasts and began to caress them.

"We are going to have such fun," she purred. Patting his lower abdomen, she declared, "I know you are going to love having cocks shoved in here."

Steve lifted his head and shook it no, when he saw Elise leaving. On her way out she opened a chifforobe. In it was bondage and sex toys of every shape and variety.

"I thought you might like to look at what I have in store for you," Elise said. She then left and locked the door behind her. Steve grunted as loud as he could, but no one heard him.

Using only his legs, Steve pulled himself toward the end of the bed. In the past, he used to like seeing a girl in a sexy outfit bound and gagged. Now that it was he who was tied up, he changed his mind. Pulling himself along the bed, his slid over his skirt right away. His pink silk panties wedged tightly in his crevice giving him a wedge. The dual vibrators gently hummed inside him. A growing dampness between his legs heralded his escalating arousal. It was as if his body was betraying him. He did not want to get excited as a woman. When he reached the end of the bed, he pulled his legs over the end of the mattress and sat up. After standing to his feet, he shuffled to the window. He arrived just in time to see the cars departing.

"UUUUUMMMMNNNNPPPHHHH," he grunted through his nostrils. When he shook his head no, the rubber hose to his penis gag whipped from side to side. The sound of clicking heels came from the hallway. Steve frantically looked for a place to hide. Elise lingered in the doorway.

"I see we are feeling better," Elise commented with her arms folded.

She had changed clothes. She now wore black 5-inch spiked heel boots, a black latex catsuit, a black leather corset, and black latex gloves. Steve shook his head no and glanced out the window.

With her hand on her hips Elise declared, "I'm glad you are awake. We can get started."

Elise searched through her chifforobe for a few items. He watched as she unzipped the crotch to her catsuit. She stepped into what can only be described as a pair of black latex panties. The panties had a huge black rubber cock extending from them, and on the interior was another cock. When Elise pulled them up her, she carefully inserted the interior cock into her vaginal canal. The panties had hidden straps, which Elise tugged on securing the garment tightly to her.

As she greased up the black rod, Elise said, "I have a little present for you."

"UUmmmMMNNnnnPPHHhh," he grunted and shook his head no.

"Oh yes," Elise replied. "I am going to fuck you into being a woman." Seeing the confusion on Steve's face, she added, "Yes I do know who you used to be. However, I'm going to fuck that knowledge out of you. By the time I'm done with you, you will be a submissive girl."

Steve squatted down slightly and shook his head no. He wrestled trying to free his arms. Elise picked up two more objects from the Chifforobe. She stood before Steve and lifted up his skirt in front. Steve clenched his leg together and bent over. Elise slipped a triangular panel under his panties. When it was between his legs, she moved on to his chest. She slipped her hand under the neckline of Steve's blouse and bra. A conical metal disk was placed over one nipple and then the other. The conical disks were clearly visible through Steve's pink silk camisole top.

Elise forced Steve to bend over the end of the bed. She flipped up his skirt and pulled out the butt-plug. Her strap-on cock easily slipped into Steve's stretched ass. Taking the remote in hand, Elise turned all the vibrators up to high.

"UuuummmnnNNNN," Steve squealed.

Steve felt the cock in his ass slowly slip out and then slowly thrust back into him. When Elise's hips met Steve's bottom, she spread her legs and got secure footing. She then quickly pulled her hips back and slammed back into Steve. His moaning vibrated with the impact to his body. Slowly and rhythmically at first Elise pumped into Steve.

"The medallion can take your change only so far," Elise commented as she thrust in and out. "I have a magical potion that will take it the rest of the way. When you have an orgasm, my little concoction will shoot into you and begin the conversion of your mind."

When Steve shook his head no, his blond tresses and gag tube whipped back and forth. Steve tried to fend off the growing excitement his body felt. However, the powerful sensations coming from between his legs and from his breasts sent shockwaves of pleasure through him. The sensations were so intense that he thought that he would loose his mind. Biting down on the penis gag, he squirmed and struggled. This only enhanced the sensation. In and out the strap-on dildo plunged into his ass. Elise grabbed and fistful of Steve's hair and yanked his head back.

She snarled, "I am fucking you into being a girl. Give it to me you little slut, you little bitch!"

"MMMMMMNNNNNMMMNNNN," he continuously groaned.

His body, his clothes, his bonds, and his ass all pushed him toward the edge. Elise sensed his nearness and sped up her thrusts. Elise watched as her massive black cock quickly plunged in and out of Steve heart-shaped ass. His body rocked back and forth with the impact of every thrust. He strained with all his might to fend off the powerful sensations. Like a dam failing, his restraining efforts began to give way. Elise pulled back and paused. With one last powerful thrust she rammed into Steve's ass. An orgasm slammed into Steve's mind. He let out a powerful muffled moan. Elise felt his body shake and quiver beneath her. She engaged the motor to her faux cock. The motor pumped the fluid from the black rubber balls and sprayed it out the tip of the cock. Still trembling with a female orgasm he felt the fluid squirt inside his bottom. He drew in a deep breath as Elise thrust in one more time. She released his hair and slid her hands down his back. Her hand circled his round pink pantied bottom.

"You better get used to his position sweetie," Elise commented. "Because people are going to bending you over all the time."

When she pulled out of Steve, Elise quickly replaced the butt-plug inside him. After fixing his pink silk panties, she wrapped a strap around his waist and synched it down tight. She fed another strap between his legs and attached it to the band around his waist. When she yanked it tight, it sunk into his crevice drawing his pink silk panties with it. Now the butt-plug, dildo and clit vibrator were securely held in place. Elise grabbed a fist full of his platinum blond locks and forced him to stand up. She attached a leash to his collar and led him from the room and downstairs.

Elise pushed Steve, and he fell onto the sofa. Using a few more straps, she bound his ankles to his thighs and his knees to his chest. This left Steve in a tight ball. She dragged over a large trunk and opened the lid. Steve squealed wildly as she lowered him into the trunk. Looking up from inside the trunk, he saw Elise towering above him. Her hands were on her hips and a look of satisfaction was on her face.

"We need to let the little cocktail of mine soak into you a while," She smugly said. "I'll just keep you here until you're ready."

Steve watched helplessly as she turned up the speed on his vibrators. He watched Elise close the lid shutting him inky blackness. There was a metallic click from a lock outside the trunk.

After what seemed like eternity, Steve heard approaching feet. The trunk began to stir, and it tipped over at a 45-degree angle. He could feel that he was moving. He could feel himself being lifted up and roughly set down. The roar of a car engine starting penetrated the trunk. Steve felt every bump in the road and every sound from outside. There were cars, sirens and other urban noises. After a long while, the vehicle stopped. Heard doors open and his trunk being lifted out. Back at a 45-degree angle he was being wheeled somewhere. When he was again in an upright position, he heard the feet walking away and a door slamming shut. In the painful silence, only the vibrating of his dildos broke up the boredom. Though he didn't want to, he had several more orgasms. His panties were soaked and his legs weak.

Light and cool air rushed in when the lid opened. Squinting, he saw Elise towering above him again. After rolling the trunk on its side, she dragged him out. She released the bonds on his legs and helped him stand up. Elise reached between his legs and felt his panties.

Holding his face close to hers, she said, "I see my little slut has been enjoying herself. You do like to be fucked, don't you slut?"

Steve looked away. It was all he could do. Elise grabbed his face and pulled it back. She glared at him. Her riding crop came whistling down on his bottom. "Look down," she hissed. "You never meet my eyes unless I tell you to. If I ask you a question, you answer me! Now…you like being a girl and getting fucked don't you?"

When Steve nodded no, she brought down her crop on his ass again. Steve grimaced as it stung his womanly bottom. Tears welled up in his eyes. "Awe is my little princess going to cry," Elise snarled. "This is the last time I'll ask you. You like being a girl and getting fucked don't you?" Steve looked down and nodded yes. "Very good slut. You're learning." She removed his gag and said, "Tell me how much you like it!"

"I like getting…" Steve's words tapered off into mumbles.

"LOUDER!" she said smacking him.

"I like being a girl and getting fucked," he said gazing downward.

"That's a good girl," she replied. "Don't you just love wearing panties?"

Playing along with the game, Steve replied, "Yes."

"YES WHAT," Elise snarled with another slap.

"Yes Mistress."

"MISTRESS WHO!" she barked with another smack.

"Yes Mistress Elise."

Elise asked, "What is your name?"

"My name is Amber Johnston, Mistress Elise."

"What are you?"

"I'm a girl Mistress Elise."

"What do you like?"

"I like getting fucked."

"'I like getting fucked' who?" Elise said and brought down her crop on his tender bottom.

"I like getting fucked Mistress Elise," he cried out and winced.

"How do you like getting it?"

"I like getting it while being bent over Mistress Elise," Steve replied.

"Very well," Elise said. "Go over to the bed and bend over the end. Wait for someone to fuck you."

Steve did as he was told. As he lay bent over, he got a chance to survey his surroundings. The bedroom was fairly ordinary in appearance except that fact that it was windowless. The sounds he heard from inside the trunk led him to believe that he was not in home. He heard an elevator, steel doors, and endless walking. He guessed that he was in some kind of an underground facility.

For what seemed like hours, he stood with his bottom thrust into the air. His body grew weary from the continual stimulation of his vibrators. Silently he contemplated if what she said was true. Could the fluid that had been pumped into him be magical? Who would he become?

When he heard the sound of clanging metal and a heavy steel door opening, he looked at the door to his room. The outer door banged open and then the inner wooden door opened. Mistress Elise strode into the room. Behind her was a tall, muscular, handsome man. Without saying a word, the man sat down in chair next to the bed. Mistress Elise stood behind Steve and lifted up his skirt.

"I see your panties are still wet," she commented. "I see my little slut enjoys having cocks inside her."

"Yes Mistress Elise," he replied with a meek female voice.

"Get up and kneel before Roger," Mistress Elise said and pointed to the man with her riding crop.

Steve hurried over to the man and knelt before him. No matter how hard he tried, he could not take his eyes off the bulge in the man's trousers. It repelled him yet attracted him all at the same time.

"Unzip his trousers!" Elise barked.

"But my hands are still bound behind my back Mistress Elise," he objected.

She brought down her riding crop on his silk panties bottom saying, "Use your teeth!"

The bulge grew ever closer as Steve leaned forward. Using his tongue for assistance, he gripped the zipper tab with his teeth. When he pulled it down, he smelled the man's musky masculine scent. It made him feel ill. Roger's thick tool slipped out of his trousers and slapped the side of Steve's face.

"Now suck it!" Elise barked at him.

When Steve hesitated, Elise repeatedly brought down the riding crop. She kept hitting him until she saw him comply. Squeezing his eyes shut, he opened his mouth and took the throbbing shaft inside him. Pursing his lips, he began suck. Steve choked and coughed as the massive rod filled his mouth. His stomach felt nauseous.

"Now like the tip with your tongue…yes that's good…lick up and down the length. Very good, I see my little slut likes giving head. Look up into his eyes as you suck…perfect…now twist your head so that his cock slaps the inner cheek of your mouth." Roger let out quiet moans. "Now take it all the way in…that's it…let it slip down your throat." Steve gagged and choked. "Now suck it as you let it slide back. Good now suck on the head only." Mistress Elise brought down her crop on his ass and said, "Keep your eyes looking up at him. Now move your head quickly back and forth. Suck harder!" Roger squirmed in his seat and began to moan. Steve felt the throbbing organ twitch. He died inside as hot cum spurted into his mouth. "Hold the cum in your mouth. Don't swallow or drool out a single drop." Steve's stomach began convulsing. He desperately tried not to vomit. "Open your mouth wide, but don't spill the cum!" Steve did as he was told. Mistress Elise shoved an enormous penis gag in his mouth. She then secured it place with a neck corset gag. The gag tightly pressed against his lips and effectively prevented him from swallowing. Steve felt sick as he was forced to continually taste Roger's cum.

Mistress Elise dragged him to his feet and pulled him to the bed. She pushed him face down bent over the end of the bed. He looked straight ahead as Elise moved her hands under his skirt. She unfastened the crotch strap and pulled his panties down around his knees. He agonized silently as she pulled out his dildo. While he watched, Roger arose from his chair and moved behind him. Looking over his shoulder, Steve saw Roger grasp his hips and position his tool. All at once he rammed his pole inside Steve. A guttural grunt came from Steve as their bodies collided. Meaty slapping noises came from the impact of their two bodies.

"You like having him fuck you…don't you?" Mistress Elise asked. He didn't want to comply, but he nodded yes anyway. "You like the taste of cum don't you?" Steve nodded yes and looked at the floor.

Over and over Steve felt Roger pound into him. His poor vagina could not take it anymore. It throbbed and shot pulses of pleasure through him. Roger moaned and shot his load deep inside Steve's womanhood. Without saying a word, Roger pulled out and left the room. Steve was left bent over with his panties down around his knees.

"Now you stay like that," Mistress Elise ordered. "Someone else may wander in and want to fuck my little slut."

Steve felt Roger's cum draining out. It ran down his inner thigh and onto his black nylon hose. It felt terrible. He very much wanted to clean it up, but he dare not move.

Mistress Elise returned a short while later. She pulled up Steve's pink silk panties, but left the cum trickling down his leg. After attaching a leash to him, she led him from the room. Down a maze of round cement corridors she led him. At long last the came to a steel door. Mistress Elise punched in a special code and the door buzzed open. She dragged him into the room.

In the center of the square cement room sat a chair like a dentist might use. Mistress Elise made him lay down and strapped him to it. She opened a small brown bottle. An eyedropper was built into the lid. Holding each eye open, she placed a single drop in each eye. She then put a drop in each ear. Elise quickly plugged his ears with wax and place dark gray contact lenses in each eye. Blind and deaf, Steve felt Mistress Elise stretch a black latex hood over his head. After two tubes were inserted into his nasal passages, the hood was zipped up in back.

Steve waited in silent darkness. To his shock and surprise, images flickered to life. As if watching a virtual reality like movie, it began to play. He could see himself and looked at himself in the mirror. He was dressed in a black satin corset, black satin panties and black silk hose (held up by garter straps from his corset). A man entered the room. He took Steve by the hand and led him to bed. When the man spread Steve's virtual legs and moved between them, Steve began to resist. His heart rate quickened and he began to shout into his gag. He felt a needle prick in his arm and fluid entering him. As the fluid took effect, Steve began to relax. He felt like he was floating on clouds. He watched passively as his virtual body began fucking the man.

All at once the scene changed. He was ten years old and a little girl. Festive decorations adorned the room. Children ran and played. A woman carrying a cake exited the kitchen. She and the others began sing her the happy birthday song. When he blew out the candles, the scene switched back to the bedroom. Again the scene altered, now he was 15 and a cheerleader. The GHS Devils were playing football. When they scored, he began jumping and shaking his pompoms. Once again he was back in the room with the man. On and on this continued. Steve lost all track of time. It could have been hours or days.

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Steve gently awoke from his deep slumber. He slid his arms between the white satin pillow and sheets. Nuzzling his face into the pillow, he slow awakened. His legs seemed to slide along with out the slightest bit of friction under the covers. When he rolled onto his back, he placed his right hand on his stomach. His hand detected the unmistakable feel of silk wrapped around his body. It glided up his torso until it arrived at his breasts. His hand slowly moved up the swell of his breast and detected the V-neck of his nightgown. His eyes fluttered open, and he looked down. When he saw the massive twin peaks on his chest, his predicament came rushing back to him.

Hurrying out of bed, he rushed into the center of the room. In the mirror to his left he caught a glimpse of himself. A long red silk nightgown draped delicately over his alluring body. Shaft of long blond hair decorated his angelic face.

Gazing at his reflection, he tried to remember something. He knew it was important, but was not sure what it could be. Fragmented memories flooded into his consciousness. Like two jigsaw puzzled mixed together, he saw a cacophony of colors and images in his mind. One moment he remembered being a little girl. The next he remembered being a boy. He brought his trembling right hand up and covered his mouth. He could not tell what was real.

"I am 18 and just out of high school," he muttered. "No, that's not right. I went to college and married at 28. Wait…no…yes—"

When the outer door began clanging open, his thoughts returned to the moment. Mistress Elise was real enough. He did not want her to be angry with him. He cringed and bit his lower lip. Running to the end of the bed, he bent over and waited.

"Very good princess," Mistress Elise commented. "I'm impressed. I expected to find you hiding behind the bed or some such thing."

"Thank you Mistress Elise," he quietly replied with his contralto, feminine voice.

"You may stand up," Elise said, gently raising him up from the bed. She brushed a few errant strands of blond hair from his face. "You are so incredibly beautiful and so sweet and innocent." She handed him a note pad and said, "I have listed what I wish for you to wear. I want you to dress and join me for breakfast. I have a friend for you to meet. When you exit your room, just follow the yellow line."

"Yes Mistress Elise," he obediently replied.

When Elise left the room, he sighed with relief. He quickly set about getting ready. After showering and putting on his makeup, he read the list. "Wear the following: French style high-cut silver silk bikini panties, body sculpted silver silk corset (with garters), black silk seamed hose, thick strap closed toe pumps with 4-inch micro-heels, black satin gown with side slit and strapless sweetheart neckline, and black satin opera gloves." Steve read the list and then read it again. Some descriptions were obscure other were a complete mystery to him. Fearing Mistress Elise's riding crop, he carefully laid out his wardrobe.

Steve slid the panties up his legs. They way they perfectly fit his curvaceous hips and bottom unsettled him. If the panties were unsettling, the corset was down right disturbing. He tugged on the laces slowly tightening the garment around his torso. Very rapidly he found that he could only take short shallow breaths. Tighter and tighter the garment constricted. At long last it fully closed in back, and he tied it off. Putting on the hose was a challenge, not because he had trouble figuring out how to put them on. It was because his corset made it difficult to bend over. It fascinated him how sleek and sexy it made his leg appear and feel. One by one he stretched down the garters and clipped on them onto the lacy tops of the hose.

After strapping on his shoes, he practiced walking around the room. Part of Amber's memories engaged, and he effortlessly glided as he walked. His hips swayed ever so slightly and his ankles turned out as he took a step. What he saw in the mirror stunned him, the woman he saw was every man's erotic fantasy. He turned and looked at his silver panties bottom. The sight of the shiny material tightly wrapped around his exquisite bottom stunned him.

He stepped into the dress and pulled it up. Even wearing a corset he strained to pull up the side zipper. It was not that he was fat by any means. His stomach was flat and his waist trim. However, the dress was even smaller. Little by little the zipper crept upward. Expelling all air from his lungs, he pulled the zipper up the rest of the way. Tugging and pulling, he worked the black satin dress into place. The side slit allowed his leg to show alluringly. After putting on the opera gloves, he selected a silver diamond necklace and matching earrings to complete his ensemble.

Running his hands down his sides, he inspected himself in the mirror. He caressed his massive breasts and then ran his hands down the slopes of his hourglass figure. Down over the black satin covered swell of his womanly bottom they ranged. Nothing could have prepared him for that moment. More of the puzzle pieces of Amber's life fell into place, and more of his own faded away.

Steve managed to find his way to the dinning room. Mistress Elise was seated at the table along with a girl he didn't know. Mistress Elise had on a navy blue silk floor length satin gown. The girl with her was every bit as beautiful as Steve. She had long raven black hair and two crystal blue eyes. She wore a dramatic royal blue column-halter style gown. She wore black satin gloves like him but they were below the elbow. Her neckline was cut deliberately low to allow the black satin top of her corset cups to show.

"I'm glad you decided to join us," Mistress Elise said. "I was about to come and look for you."

He nervously said, "Sorry. I lost track of the time Mistress Elise."

"This is Serena," Elise said in introduction of the girl. "She will be joining us today."

The girl kept her eyes down cast and offered a meek, "Hello."

"You two have something in common," Elise explained. "Both of your wives betrayed you." Mistress Elise saw the look of dismay and shock in Steve's eyes. "You didn't know? Surely, you must have suspected." She chuckled and leaned back in thought. "You didn't know did you? She was in on it right along. I hand picked the girl you transformed into being. I supplied your wife, Kristen, with the deceased girls panties. She didn't come upon the medallion by accident. I left it for her at the flea market. Oh goodness," she laughed. "We are naïve, aren't we?"

With his mouth agape, he searched his memory. It all made sense. Kristen had to be involved. "That bitch!" he exclaimed with spiteful feminine tone.

"You mustn't blame her," Elise said bemused. "After all, you had three extramarital affairs. I mean cheating on her three times over one year, really!"

"I never had an affair." Then he corrected himself saying, "I never had an affair Mistress Elise."

Mistress Elise threw a manila folder on the plate before Steve. He flipped it open and picked up a photo. It showed him embracing a woman in the parking lot of a seedy motel. The woman was an acquaintance of his. "This isn't me Mistress Elise," he insisted.

"Well of course it's not silly girl," she replied. "I made it all up. The photos were digitally altered. I did quite a nice job actually." Mistress Elise sipped her coffee and continued, "You and Kristen were the perfect choice. You had no long term friends or family, and she was tight lipped and foolish. It never even occurred to her to talk to you about the photos. She just suffered in silence."

Steve's blood boiled with rage. He wanted to choke Elise. She sensed his anger and smiled tormenting him.

"Drink your orange juice," Elise ordered. "We need to get going."

Steve picked up the glass of juices and drank it down. Red lipstick prints were left on the glass. Silently, he contemplated trying to strangle her. Steve began to feel dizzy again.

Elise inspected Steve and said, "Amber do you remember someone name Kristen?"

"Ah…um…I feel a little dizzy…no I don't Mistress Elise," he replied, rubbing his temples.

Amber, formerly Steve, tossed her long blond hair over her shoulder. She had forgotten something. What was it? She just couldn't remember. Elise crossed her black nylon clad leg and daintily sipped her coffee. She watched with delight as Steve submerged and Amber emerged. Amber was befuddled. She knew about Mistress Elise, but the circumstances leading up were murky.

After placing a blindfold over the Amber and Serena's eyes. She led them to an awaiting limo outside the facility. Once underway they were permitted to remove their blindfolds. Serena knew better than to ask where they were going, however, Amber was tempted to ask. When Amber appeared as though she were about to speak. Serena squeezed Amber's hand and shook her head no. They drove to the airport and boarded a private jet. It was fueled and waiting to leave. The trios of ladies were soon in flight toward their ultimate destination.

When Mistress Elise went to use the ladies room, Serena whispered to Amber, "Do you remember?"

"Remember what?" Amber replied.

"Mistress Elise told you about your wife and how she tricked you both," Serena said, brushing her hair behind her ear and glancing over her shoulder.

"My wife?" Amber replied with astonishment.

"Yes, You were married."

"I'm gay?"

"No," she urgently whispered. "You were once a man."

"I was a man?"

Mistress Elise returned so the conversation had to end. Amber looked at the window and watched the clouds beneath them. She struggled to recall some of what Serena spoke about. Like a fog being burnt away by the sun, it all came rushing back to her. The memories were fragmented. Most powerful were the masculine inclinations. Her silky lingerie and satiny dress embarrassed her. She cast a glance at Mistress Elise and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She closed her eyes and tried to rest. In an attempt to revive her former self, she remembered making love to Kristen. However, her mind soon drifted to the feeling of Roger inside her. She swore she could still taste his cum in her mouth. It distressed her and made her ill.

Her masculinity wanted no part of her new existence as a woman. Even the simple act of crossing her legs troubled her. The smooth material of her skirt caressed her legs and her garters tugged upon her black nylons. The once full feeling between her legs was no more. An unnerving vulnerability had taken its place. When she shifted in her seat, she felt layers of silk and satin tautly stretched over her womanly bottom. The lingering knowledge of having it filled with a dildo made her tremble. Others would want to do the same and worse. Even if she could change back, it would not be the same. Her masculine innocence would be tainted by womanly memories.

They landed at JFK airport in New York. From there they took a helicopter to an awaiting ocean liner. It was as large as any cruise ship. They hurried of the windy helipad and into the ship. Mistress Elise led them to a grand lounge. Men in tuxedos and women in formal attire milled about.

Mistress Elise surveyed the room. Some were competitors; others were gold diggers. Beautifully adorned ladies milled about trying to land the big catch. For the most part the big catch was a man. However, a few powerful women were also there.

"All right ladies," Mistress Elise instructed them, "Go and mingle."

A man in navy suit and a woman in formal satin gown wandered over to Mistress Elise. All of the serving girls wore French maid costumes so as not to be mistaken for guests. They carried trays of delicacies and Champaign.

"Thomas, Katrina, how are you?" Elise said and took a glass of Champaign.

"Very well," Thomas replied.

"Still looking lovely as ever," Katrina said to Elise.

"What about you," she replied. "I love that gown."

"Do you like it?" Katrina commented. "It's a Gerald Wilson original."

She twirled showing off the antique white gown. It had tone on tone beadwork and had an empress bodice. Elise made a mental note to seek out that designer. The trio watched Amber and Serena's satin clad bottoms sway as he walked away.

"I see you girls are as lovely as ever," Katrina commented. "Are they what I think?"

"Oh yes," Elise replied. "You know I deliver only quality merchandise."

Thomas sipped his Champaign and commented, "It's hard to believe that those lovely creatures were once men. Who would think? I must say your abilities are impressive."

"Thank you," Elise replied and sipped her drink.

"You must tell me the secret some day," Katrina said with her hand dramatically held to her chest. "Your girls are beyond comparison."

"We all have our secrets," Elise replied.

Powerful men and women, like those aboard the yacht, found few things titillated them. They had done it all and tried it all. Many a woman occupied their bed. For the bisexual woman bedding a straight woman a great deal of appeal. However, bedding an exquisitely beautiful woman, who had formerly been a man, aroused them to no end. Possessing such a woman was the ultimate symbol of status and power. It is similar to those who by stolen art. Even thought they cannot tell or show it to others, they love the fact that only they can privately look upon it. Only they possess it.

"I assume they are for sale in the silent auction" Elise asked nonchalantly.

"Of course," Elise replied. They didn't fool her with their blasé attitude. She could tell that they were drooling over them. This pair would bring her a very nice price.

"Were you selling them individually or as a set?" Thomas asked and took a drink.

"A set I think," Elise replied thoughtfully. "In all my years of doing this, I don't think I've ever seen a more beautiful pair of girls. It would be a shame to break up the set."

"Do you take orders?" Katrina inquired.

"I do from time to time," Elise said and set down her glass on a serving girls tray. "Anyone in mind?"

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Brent sipped his Champaign and scanned the room. He quickly surveyed the multitude of guests. Most of the women he concluded were window dressing. This was not true of all of them though. Some of the ladies were like the men. They were predators. Working on Wall Street, he got used to swimming with the sharks. Since is graduation from law school three years ago, he had been on quite a few of these junkets. Corporations wrote them off as a business expense. Though the common man might think it an extravagant waste of shareholders money, he knew the truth. Fortunes could be made or lost as such parties. It raised a few eyebrows when he told his law firm he needed the week off. However, when he informed them what it was for, they acquiesced immediately. Law firms could always use more clients.

He typically drew admiring glances from the ladies. This crowd was different somehow. The women were distant and aloof. He concluded that they were seeking the big kill, in other words a rich husband.

Across the room he spotted the most amazing woman. She brushed a tress of her long auburn hair over her shoulder. The green satin gown she wore highlighted her exceptional body. Marilyn Monroe would be jealous of her shape. The green satin strapless gown had a sweetheart neckline that shaped and supported her melon size breasts. His eyes wandered down the hourglass slopes of her waist and hips. Her bottom was like to perfect half spheres tightly wrapped in green satin. The side slit in her skirt allowed him to see her long sexy legs. He soaked in the sight of her black nylon clad leg. It made his manhood come to life. When she glanced at him and smiled, he moved toward her.

"Hello," he said with all the charm he could muster, "Are you enjoying the party?"

"Is that what this is," she retorted, "I thought this was a meat market."

Brent chuckled and commented, "You may be right. So what brings you to an occasion like this?"

"My employer," she replied. "I guess he thinks he will score points by bringing me."

"He probably right," Brent said, smiling like a mischievous boy.

She smiled and said, "My name is Paige."

"Brent," he replied and grabbed two glass of Champaign off a passing tray.

They sipped their drinks, and he waited for the tension to build. It kept his quarry off balance. She would grow nervous, and her nervousness would cultivate a desire to please him. It worked like a charm. Events unfolded like always. It was a drama that he knew all too well. She would look at the floor and shift from foot to foot. Next she would take a sip of her Champaign and brush her hair behind her head. In the ensuing silence, her thoughts would turn inward. She would be in agony for him to say something. If she spoke first, he knew that he had her.

"So Brent," Paige asked, "What do you do?"

"I'm an attorney," he replied, "and what do you do?"

Now he shifted to the second phase of his attack. Women love to be drawn out of hiding. He did that with his questions. If he accepted her when she shared a piece of herself, she would then share even more. Little by little he would build up her ego with his care and approval. This would make her dependent on him.

He intently watched for the sign that the second phase was complete. It was vague, nonspecific, and intuitive. After a while of talking, she smiled at him with her eyes. He silently thought, "I'm getting me some tonight."

Phase three began. It involved culling her from the herd. Other males might break the mood or created mixed emotions for her. This was the most delicate phase. It required a firm but gentle hand.

"Why don't we look around the ship?" he suggested. "I'm told that it's fun to tour."

"Okay," she said with a giggle in her voice, "it sounds like fun."

He followed her out of the lounge. His eyes lingered on her amazing ass. He loved watching it wiggle beneath the green satin material. "Damn I'm going to have to fuck that," he silently mused. It gave him no end of pleasure to fuck a girl in the ass who had been a stranger only an hour ago.

They wandered through the about the ship taking in the sights. Eventually, they came upon the staterooms. Unlike most parties, this one was scheduled to last a week. So they were provided with rooms. He made sure to show her his room.

After he opened the door, she went in first. While she ogled the room, he quietly closed the door behind them. Moving behind her, he ran his hands up and down the soft white skin of her upper arms. When he kissed the side of her neck, she ceased talking and let out a slight gasp. While one hand distracted her by fondling her breasts, the other unzipped her gown in back. He could tell that she was barely aware as her dress pooled around her feet. Not only did she have wonderful body, but her lingerie was incredibly seductive too.

Still standing behind her, he ran his hands over her black satin body sculpted corset. She cooed and purred as he explored her with his hands. When his hand slid over the black silk material of her panties, a tiny gasp escaped her lips. His hands worked between her legs and gently slid along her silk covered vaginal slit. Meanwhile his other hand, unzipped his trousers. While his right hand moved the crotch to her panties to one side, his left hand guided his throbbing manhood between her legs from behind. The padded tip of his manhood, slid along the moist entrance of her vulnerable womanhood. He found that anticipation always drove the woman wild. When his began pushing into her wet folds, she reached behind her head and ran her fingers through his hair.

Placing his hand on her back, he gently made her bend over. This was the part the he enjoyed above all others. He grasped her hips and began thrusting in and out of her. His hips slapped against her voluptuous bottom. In and out his wet cock slipped. She gasped and whimpered with every thrust. "God I love this," he thought. He loved having a woman bend over for him. He loved the wet fleshy sounds their colliding bodies made. He loved hearing them moan. He loved watching them give themselves to him.

Brent used every trick he could not to come. He did math and thought about baseball. She had to come first. It was a matter of honor. He wanted her to get something out of their encounter. When her cries of pleasure grew louder, he knew that she was about to come. When she tossed her red mane of hair back and let out a soulful groan, he knew that she was having an orgasm. Seconds later he released his load. It shot it deep into the depths of her body. Another thrust and he emptied himself into her.

With her still bent over, his hands explored her body once again. She looked up over her shoulder at him and smiled. She stepped forward causing him to slip out of her. She then turned around and drew close to him. Rising up on her tiptoes, she embraced him and kissed him passionately. Brent picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him. He carried her over to his bed and gently laid her down.

Their bodies intertwined. They almost frantically explored each other's bodies. Paige rolled Brent onto his back. She rose up to her knees and straddled him. While he watched, she slowly loosened the laces to her black satin corset. One by one she leisurely unfastened the side hooks to her corset and unfastened her garters. She held out her corset at arms length and dropped it to the floor. Brent reached up and began caressing her magnificent breasts. Putting her thumbs under the waste band of her black silk panties, she pulled them down tossed them onto the bed. Her hose, shoes, and gloves quickly came off and were deposited on the floor. She lay down on top of him and began kissing him.

Brent ran his hands up and down her soft supple body. Her body was heavenly. Never before had he made love to such an incredible woman. Paige reached down and grabbed her discarded panties. She stopped kissing him and began rubbing his face with them. He brought her hand to his nose and took a long whiff of her wadded up panties.

He closed his eyes and said, "Umm smells good!"

She ran her hand down his neck stroking his skin with the soft silk material. When she reached his chest, she lingered a second or two. Brent felt a circular metal medallion pressing into his hairy chest. He lifted his head up to take a look. He had never seen it before. Paige was using her panties to rub it and shine it. He shrugged and lay back down and closed his eyes. He held her head and guided her down his body. When she took his cock in her mouth, he knew that he understood what to do. Wet sucking noises came from her bobbing head. A tingling sensation spread over his body. It was different than what he normally felt. The tingling grew stronger by the second. He felt as if her were floating on a cloud.

The sensitivity of his skin grew with every second. Every touch of her hand and ever brush of her hair sent shivers through him. A strange heaviness on his chest intruded into his thoughts. He pushed the thoughts away. Now his bottom felt peculiar. It was softer and padded as if it was on some pillow. He pushed those thoughts away too. His mind became muddied, vapid and jumbled. Pleasurable sensations still came from between his legs. However, they were wrong just the same. They were more defused than what they should have been. His crotch felt wet. He assumed it was from her licking. "Why is she licking me and not sucking?" he wondered.

When he opened his eyes, he saw two mountainous breasts on top of his chest. Two erect nipples the size of a pinky finger and large areolas crested the top of the swell. He spread his legs wide apart and gazed between the cleft of his breasts. A strange woman with short brunette hair was licking his decidedly flat pelvis. Lifting his hips up slightly, he gazed in horror at what he saw. At the junction of his two legs was a wet, red, and throbbing vagina. The brunette woman saw him looking at her and impishly smiled. For deliberate effect, she thrust two fingers into his vaginal slit. Brent swallowed hard and gasped.

"What the hell?" he muttered with a feminine voice. He recognized the voice after a few seconds. It was Paige's voice. Long red shafts of hair now lay upon his chest and shoulders. Too stunned to move, he watched Elise kiss up his stomach to his chest. She sucked in his right nipple into her mouth. When she continued kissing up his body, he felt something hard and round move between his vaginal lips.

"Oh god," he grimaced as the shaft thrust into him. Ever deeper the shaft plunged into him. Too late he reacted and tried to scramble away. Elise thrust hard into him and slapped her hips into his. An involuntary guttural grunt came from Brent.

"It's only fair," Elise hissed. "You got to fuck me, so I get to fuck you."

She easily pinned Brent's arms above his head. Her hips quickly moved back and forth thrusting in and out. Brent squirmed and struggled to get free. However, his new body was enthralled with what was happening. He could literally feel the shaft plunge in and out of his body. He felt Elise's breasts mashed up against his.

"Give it to me bitch," Elise growled. "I know you want it." When Brent began cringing and whimpering, she said, "Yeah that's it. You like getting your pussy fucked don't you bitch."

Brent opened his eyes and looked in terror at the woman on top of him. Tidal waves of pleasure swept over him. They were so intense he could barely breath. Every inch of his body was alive with passion. Elise quickened the pace causing Brent's moans to warble. "OH GOD," he cried with a woman's voice in orgasm.

Into his body he felt something spray. It came from Elise's strap-on dildo. Brent arched his back and lifted Elise off the bed with his hips. His vagina pulsed and throbbed while every muscle in his body tensed. He collapsed back down spent.

She removed the medallion from around his neck and said, "I'll be taking this." Elise pulled out and kneeled behind his spread legs. She surveyed the newly created red head before her. Katrina was right. This girl was worth the trouble.

After she climbed off the bed, she removed the strap-on dildo. She took a white silk robe from her black bag and slipped it on. Brent lay motionless on the bed watching her. She packed her toy and his male clothing but left the dress and lingerie. "I'm leaving you the dress sweetie. I'm afraid that it will fit you now," she said with a chuckle.

Brent watched as she slipped out of his cabin and shut the door behind her. In a state of shock, he gazed gaping at the pile of lingerie on the floor. His eyes locked on the black satin corset. With every breath he took he felt his new massive breasts weighing heavily upon it. He looked upon the empty corset cups and touched his right nipple.

Like awakening from a deep slumber, Brent snapped out of it. His heart pounded, and his mouth went dry. Scrambling out of bed, he rushed to the cabin door. Totally naked, he hurried out into the hallway in search of Elise. His head darted right then left. The passageway was empty. He heard the sound of approaching footsteps. Brent hastily stepped back into his cabin and slammed the door closed and locked it.

Back and forth he paced biting his fingernail. Being western educated, nothing in life had prepared him for this eventuality. Up until one hour ago he had a resolute grasp on reality. Magic and such the like was for children. Adults, especially college educated adults, knew better. Yet with each step he took he felt his breasts jiggle and the emptiness between his legs. The only thing he could think of to do was get dressed.

In each dresser drawer, he found nothing but silky satiny lingerie. The closet contained dresses and skirts. He considered wrapping himself with the linens and blanket, but that would be more embarrassing than wearing women's clothing. Wouldn't it? His eyes happened upon the black silk bikini panties lying crumpled up on his bed.

"Oh shoot," he exclaimed as any frustrated woman might.

He grabbed the panties and stepped into them. The feminine tailored undergarment perfectly enveloped his new female form. Picking up the corset, he tried to figure out how to put it on. He wrapped it around himself and began hooking each side clasp. Taking the laces in hand, he pulled with all his might. The black satin garment squeezed his torso making it hard to breath. After circling his stomach with the excess string, he tied it off in back. He didn't know why he was bothering with them, yet he carefully rolled up a hose and unrolled it up his leg. He clipped on the garter straps and moved to the next leg. When it was done, he stepped into the dress. Never in his life had he worn such a garment. It distressed him that it perfectly molded to his new body. He tugged up the zipper in back and sealed himself inside it. After putting on his matching green satin opera gloves, he slipped his feet into the 4-inch pumps.

It was not until he was finished putting on makeup that he realized what he was doing. He dropped the lipstick tube as if he were holding some forbidden object. Gaping into the mirror, he saw a beautiful redheaded woman looking back. Being bent over slight, he could see the swell of his two breasts wrapped in layers of satin. This was not a perspective he was supposed to have. He grabbed a black clutch left on the table and rushed out of his room. Walking was more complicated now. His heels threatened to topple him over at any second. Using the wall support, he hurried back to the party. He had to find Elise.

Brent emerged back at the party in the clothes and body of the woman he had slept with. He hated the way his shoes and gown forced him to take small deliberate steps. Biting his lower lips slightly, he searched the room. Elise was over in the corner talking with someone. Losing all sense of decorum, he hurried through the room to her.

"Please," he begged Elise, "Give me back my body."

"Your body?" she chuckled. "You must have had too much Champaign."

When someone drew a green satin choker around his neck, he barely paid attention. His right green satin-gloved hand touched the object around his neck. In the center of the choker was a green ruby heart. Two roses were embossed on the surface of the heart.

"You know that's not true!" He angrily retorted with his arms held wide apart, "You did this to me!"

"I did what to you dear?" Elise said with amusement.

"The tits…the body, you gave me these."

"You must be confused my dear. Your mother gave you those. Do you think I'm your mother?"

"No, you know what I mean!"

"I'm sorry my dear," she replied calmly and took another glass of Champaign. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Brent was about grab her when a wave of dizziness came over him. His left hand pressed against his stomach and his right hand his forehead. Squatting down slightly, his black silk panties and green satin dress stretched taut of his womanly ass.

"What is your name?" Elise asked.

"It's Paige Richards," he replied without thinking. "No wait. That's not right…is it? I am…I am…assistant to Katrina James." Brent glanced about the room in a state of bewilderment. "Um…what were we talking about?"

"I was just telling Katrina how marvelous you look in that dress," Elise replied, "and your body is wonderful. You're a very lucky girl."

"Oh…ah…thanks," he replied.

Katrina took Brent by the arm and led him saying, "I want you to meet two new girls I've just acquired." Amber and Serena pensively greeted them. Like Brent, each of them wore a choker to match their dress. Each choker had an embossed heart. They stood in a small huddle and Katrina said, "My don't I have a set, blond, brunette and red head."

Deep inside the recess of their minds strange unfamiliar feminine urges were imprinting on their psyche. This same process was occurring for all the girls. The recruiters, like Elise, silently slipped out of the room to count their earnings.

Katrina ran her hand over the blue satin covered swell of Serena's breasts. When Serena submissively looked down, Katrina smiled. She had Amber turn around and ran her hand over the curves of Amber's magnificent ass. With Paige she slid her hand over her breasts and down her voluptuous but lean hourglass curves.

"You all wait here," Katrina ordered them. "I'm going to arrange for transportation. We need to get going."

As the magic of the choker diminished, the three ladies began to regain part of their male memories. In spite of their new bodies, each suspected that the others used also to be men. Brent spoke to Serena and meekly asked, "Don't take this the wrong way, but were all of you once a guys?"

Serena brushed a long strand of black hair from her down cast face and said, "Yes. It all began about six months ago…."

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"We are here!" Pat declared and howled at the top of his lungs.

Luke agreed saying, "Oh yeah, it's beer and baseball tonight."

Mark was less than enthusiastic; his team, the Marlines, was eliminated early for the pennant race. However, he enjoyed the comradeship. So he relented and went along. Pat and Luke rushed into the bar like little kids to an amusement park. Mark straggled behind. Inside the crowded bar, he spotted Pat and Luke at a table. It was situated in a prime location for watching the game on the big screen TV.

When Mark sat down, Luke said, "I bought the first pitcher."

"Sounds good," Mark replied and scooted his seat into a better position for watching the game.

The waitresses wore sexy, revealing barmaid costumes. They wore black pumps, fishnet hose, black PVC miniskirts, white silk short-sleeved peasant tube top, and a black PVC bustier vest. Like the other guys, he could not take his eyes off them. Living with his girlfriend, Kim, turned out to be a bit of a drag. He imagined torrid sex every night. Over the past year, reality washed away his fantasies. Kim liked to wear baggy sweats when she came home. If that weren't bad enough, she singularly wore white cotton panties and white nylon bras. Her sensible wardrobe was squashing their love life and his libido.

Mark made a mental note of this place. He was going to come back. It was worth it simply to leer at them. Kim was every bit as pretty as these girls. In the beginning, they had some really bad fights about the subject. However, Mark dropped the topic. It only hurt her feelings and accomplished nothing.

A brunette goddess entered the bar. His eyes traced up her sexy black nylon clad legs. Her lustrous black latex miniskirt wrapped tightly around her curvaceous ass. Her hips merged down to her small bare midriff. Her black latex long sleeved crop-top adhered to her like a second skin. When she turned toward him, he saw that the top had a high, banded collar and a dramatic keyhole opening. The opening allowed the shiny red satin material of her push up bra cups to show. Her long raven black hair, penetrating blue eyes, and ruby red lips took his breath away.

"I'm going to buy another round," he mumbled to his friends.

Like a guided missile, he honed in on her. Fortunately for him, most of the guys had their backs to her and did not see her. They were fixated on the game. She sat alone on a barstool as if waiting for someone. Steve's hands felt cold and clammy as he approached her. The thought of his obligation to Kim faded from his mind. This amazing woman consumed his thoughts. When she crossed her legs, she accidentally flashed him her red satin thong and garter straps. She tugged her miniskirt down as far as it would go and folded her hands in her lap.

Mark took the seat next to her and sipped his beer. Trying to work up the never to talk to her, he took quick glance at her hands to see if she wore a wedding ring. His heart began pounding when he observed that she was single.

"Um hello," he said groping for words, "My name's Mark. You come to watch the game?"

"My names Serena and not really," she chuckled. "I just wanted to get out for a while."

"Same here," he replied. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"Um…sure," she replied brushing her hair behind her ears. "I'll have a white wine cooler."

Mark flagged down the bartender and ordered her drink. They began sharing the usual trivia about ones self. All the while, he just could not take his eyes off of her sensational body. He wanted her so badly he could taste it. She was every fantasy he had ever had wrapped up in one package. When other guys noticed her, it was too late. Mark was already halfway home.

"So your new in town?" he asked nonchalantly.

"I'm here for a travel convention," she replied. "I'm staying at a hotel nearby."

"Say, would you like to go for a walk?" Mark asked hopefully.

"That would be nice," she replied.

When they exited the bar together, he mouthed silently to his buddies, "See you later." His friends looked on with astonishment as he left. He could clearly see their envy.

They strolled around a nearby park a while until the hour grew late. When they arrive at her hotel, she invited him up for a drink. "I am getting me some tonight," Mark happily contemplated.

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The wail of an ambulance siren woke Mark up from a sound sleep. His body ached, and he had a splitting headache. Waves of nausea filled him. With his eyes still closed, he sat on the edge of the bed. Something was wrapped tightly around his legs. He suspected it was bed linens. However, when he stood up, they did not fall off. He felt his upper thighs to tangle them. However, he felt a strange slick material wrapped around his hips. The same material was around his chest.

"Serena what's going on?" he murmured. However, a woman's voice came from his mouth. He cleared his throat and again said, "Serena are you here?" That voice came out again. His chest felt strange. He peeked down with one eye. Two massive breasts wrapped in red satin and black latex dominated his chest. His mouth dropped open, and he froze in place. His eyes traveled down his body. When his came to his black latex wrapped hips, he lifted up the front hem of his skirt with both hands. A red satin thong tightly covered his flat pelvis. Two red garter straps held up the lacy tops to his black nylon hose.

The girl from last night starred at him in the mirror. In bewildered disbelief, he touched his face and body. It could not be true, but it was. He turned around and looked at his bottom. It was a black round latex covered dream or nightmare from his perspective.

On the dresser lay her black PVC clutch bag. He frantically opened it and found her wallet. The name on her license read, "Serena Willow." He covered his mouth with his trembling hand. He considered dialing 911, but what would he tell them? Help someone stole my body? They would think him insane. The only choice was to go home and try and form a plan.

Serena's wallet contained no credit cards and only $5 in cash. To make matters worse, there were no car keys either. He thought about calling his girlfriend, Kim. However, she would never believe him. She would think some deranged woman was on the phone. Three miles of winding suburban streets lay between him and home. He didn't really want to, but he set out on foot anyway.

While walking down the street, he contemplated what he would say to Kim. There was no way to salvage their relationship now, but at least she might help him get his body back. How would he do that even if he found her? A car slowed down. A group of teenage boys hung out the windows.

"How much?" the driver shouted.

"I'm not a hooker," he replied angrily.

"BITCH!" the driver snarled as he drove away.

Less than a minute later, a police car pulled up to the curb ahead of him. A female officer stepped out of the car. As Mark walked up to her, he could see that she was unhappy.

"Okay sweetie," Officer Alicia Bernard ordered, "Let's see you ID."

"What? Why?" Mark replied in astonishment. "I was just taking a walk."

"Sure you were sweet cheeks," Alicia replied. "Hand it over."

Mark grumbled and took out his wallet. He handed it to the officer. Putting his hands on his hips and tapping one foot, he impatiently waited for the officer to let him go.

"Are you trying to offer me a bribe?" the officer snarled.

"What? No!" he replied angrily. "You wanted to see my license. It's inside the wallet."

"Take it out please," Alicia replied handing him back the wallet.

Alicia called in his license and made him wait by the hood of the car. Passing motorists slowed down and rubber necked gawking at them. Mark was so humiliated. Officer Alicia Bernard exited her patrol car and walked up to Mark. She roughly pushed him face down on the hood.

"Hey!" Mark protested. "What are you doing?"

"Ms. Serena Willow, I am arresting you on an outstanding bench warrant. On June 25 you failed to appear in court on a charge of prostitution." Alicia pulled out her cuffs and snapped the cold metal around Mark's wrists. When his skirt hiked up, Mark felt his bottom being exposed for all to see. A passing motorist wolf whistled at them.

"No don't," Mark cried out struggling. "I'm not who you think I am. Let me go!"

Alicia opened the back door and pushed Mark onto the back seat. Because of his cuffed wrists, he was unable to get up off of the back seat. Mark could not see where they were going, but he had a feeling it was not back to the station.

When they stopped in a grove of trees, Alicia opened the back door and said, "Get out." She dragged Mark out and bent him over the hood of her patrol car. When Alicia went to the trunk of her car, Mark considered running. However, he had no idea where he was. Besides, how far would he get while hand cuffed? When Alicia returned, he was horrified by what he saw. A large black strap-on cock obscenely thrust out from Alicia's open zipper in her uniform trousers. When he tried to get up, Alicia roughly pushed him back down on the hood.

"What's the matter sweet cheeks?" Alicia taunted him. "You must have had a large cock rammed inside you before."

"No don't! I…Uuuummmmpppphhhh," Mark's protests were cut off.

Alicia pressed the huge penis gag into Mark's mouth. It's wide girth barely fit inside his mouth. When she tightened the web of straps around his head, his could grunt in protest. When Mark felt his panties being pulled to one side, he struggled desperately to get free.

"UUUUMMMMNNNNPPPPHHH," he grunted when Alicia roughly thrust into him.

With each thrust of her hips, his body rocked back and forth on the hood of the squad car. A grunt was forced out of him with the impact of their bodies. The intense sensation coming from between his legs drove him toward an orgasm. The feeling of his breasts, his clothes and his body all contributed. Alicia grabbed his hips and sped up her thrusts. In and out he felt the rubber cock slide. Mark strained to get free. Pleasure gripped his mind and a long deep moan came from his nostrils. Alicia made him stand up and kneaded his breasts together as she thrust.

"Give it to me bitch," Alicia grunted.

The sensations coming from between his legs to were too powerful to fight off. He looked down at his alluring black latex clad body. The sight of his breasts, trim waist and wide hips pushed him over the edge. His mind focused on the dildo thrusting in and out of his body. He squealed and trembled. Every muscle in his body tensed and his vagina throbbed. Alicia slammed into his butt even harder making him rise up and down with each thrust. Mark's body shuddered violently, and he snorted trying to get air. From behind him he heard Alicia moan. Her thrusts slowed down to a gently rhythm. Mark wanted to deny what had just happened. How could he? The dildo still slipped in and out of his wet vagina. It shouted to him that he was not longer a man but a woman. His existence, his reality had changed.

Alicia whispered, "You were always meant to be in panties. You're no man. This is the body you were meant to have."

"UUUmmmmMMNNnnnnPPPpphhh," he grunted and shook his head no.

"Sweetie don't you feel the cock slipping in and out of your wet pussy?" Alicia taunted. "Real men don't have a pussy, do they? Maybe I'll get one of your friends to fuck you. Yes…that would be fun wouldn't it? Perhaps I'll get your friend Luke to fuck you?" Mark shook his head no. "Oh yes, that's a wonderful idea. I'll get you a ring gag and watch as you suck him off. Then we will have your friend Pat fuck you in the ass. Won't the be fun?" Once again Mark shook his head no.

Alicia dragged him to the back of the patrol car and roughly shoved him face down on the seat. She grabbed his hips and pulled his panties to one side. She nestled a butt-plug against his back hole and pushed with her palm. Mark cringed and grunted as the dildo sunk into his ass. Ever deep it penetrated him until his bottom swallowed it. Alicia pulled fixed his panties and skirt and made him sit up. She then cuffed his ankles and knees also.

"Next stop Luke's house," Alicia said and then slammed the patrol car door closed.

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"Well that's my story," Serena shrugged. "What about you gals?"

"Time to go ladies," Katrina interrupted. "I have a helicopter waiting for us. We have another party to attend."

The girls were not even given the chance to pack. Katrina hurried them off to the helicopter. After another short hop to JFK, they were in flight again on another private jet. The girls wanted to change clothes. However, Katrina wouldn't hear of it. They had to look their best for the next party. Thanks to time zones, they gained three hours during the trip to California. In California, it was the prime time party hour. A limo took them from the airport to a Beverly Hills mansion.

Partygoers filled the mansion. Beautiful people and Hollywood moguls milled about discussing their next project. The entertainment industry used this method for over a hundred years. To an outsider it was chaos. To an insider it was a symphony of commerce.

When the girls emerged from the limousine, all heads turned. The silence was deafening. Paige, Serena and Amber felt very conspicuous. Women hated them for their beauty and men lusted after them for the same reason. When one poor man caught a glimpse of them, he actually dropped his glass causing it to shatter on the tile floor.

"Katrina love," a man shouted from the back of the room. He was short, stocky and wore thick brown-rimmed glasses. His gray hair was combed back, and his Hawaiian style floral shirt covered his potbelly. Katrina and the man hugged and the he said, "Let's go somewhere private that we can talk."

They ascended a grand staircase to breathtaking room. It had a high arched ceiling with an enormous glass wall. It overlooked the lagoon style pool and sprawling estate.

With bubbly joy the man said, "Let me introduce myself ladies. My name is Max. My last name…well…its hard to pronounce. Everyone just calls me Max."

Katrina introduced them saying, "This is Serena, Amber and Paige."

"Pleased to meet you ladies," he said lighting up a cigar. "Let me take a look at you." Katrina had them stand shoulder to shoulder while Max circled them. "What an ass on this one," he said regarding Amber. "She has an ass that make me horny just looking at it. And these other ladies…damn Katrina…they have fantastic asses too. Oh my god!" Max dramatically pressed his palms to his temples saying, "Katrina, just look at the tits these ladies have. I think I just creamed in my pants. What are they D-cup?"

"DD-cups," Katrina smugly replied. "I know you'd like them. They are wearing corsets now, but they don't need them. Their tits are perfect. I've never seen a better. They are so voluptuous yet perky and firm. It makes your mouth water."

"Lift up your skirts for me girls," Max said and puffed on his cigar.

They looked at each other and shrugged. Each one lifted up her skirt exposing her nylon-clad legs. Each of them felt humiliated. It was as if they were a piece of meat.

"Oh my god," Max exclaimed. "I love those legs. And the red head…what's her name?"

"Paige," Katrina volunteered.

"Oh yes, Paige," Max said clutching his hands to his chest. "You know how I love red heads. Is she red all over?"

"Oh yes," Katrina confidently replied.

"Your going to give me a heart attack love," Max said and poured a glass of sherry.

"So what do you think?" Katrina inquired hopefully. "How should we approach this?"

Max sipped his drink and said, "We'll probably go the normal route. We get them a few commercials to develop their acting skills. From there we do some cameo appearances. Then we get them a TV show or movie. An action movie would be best. I'd love to see their tight sexy bodies in spandex. Now wait…latex…definitely latex."

"What about that premier we have next month?" Katrina asked Max.

Max paused thoughtfully and said, "Good idea love. We get their pretty little assed on the red carpet. We might speed things up a little. That might just work. They hang onto some Hollywood hunks arm and BAM…instant star.

Here's what we do. We get them into acting class right away. I know what your thinking Katrina. With their angelic faces and fabulous tits, who needs to act? However, it couldn't hurt. We also need them to get trained in bed. I assume they are the standard conversions?"

"Oh yes," Katrina commented, "All three used to be men. They have assumed the lives of three women who died of natural causes. Serena's doppelganger had a sordid past, but she was too beautiful to pass up."

"We can work with that," Max said. "People like a mysterious woman. Although they don't know it, they like women who used to be men. It gives them that edge," he said dramatically making a fist. "Men and women both see them as a sexy threat. I suppose it's the tension between their feminine and masculine personalities. Of course, we do need them more feminine than masculine. We don't want them perceived as being butch.

We got a shit load of pretty boys out there. Let's get them hooked up with the right one. They should be good in bed. I want them to teach these ladies how to suck and fuck like a pro. I want everything they do filled with sexual tension. By the way…how much did they set us back?" Katrina showed him the bill. "WOW…that much…it's worth it. We'll make ten times that with the first TV show they make. If we do a movie, we will make a hundred times the profit."

Speaking to Serena, Amber and Paige, he said, "I know all of you must be pissed about being forced to be a women. You need to look on the bright side. Our girls stay young and beautiful their whole lives. It's part of the magic. You get to be rich. Not only that, people will adore you. They'll kill themselves trying to meet you. You got the whole world by the tail and all you have to do is be women and fuck men. Is that so bad?"

The girls remained silent and brooding. Max could see the sullen looks on their faces and took Katrina aside. He didn't want them to hear what he was about to say next.

"We need to keep them on short leash," Max said somberly. "I don't want trouble like we had in the past. All we need is to see them on the news checking into Betty Ford Clinic for drugs or alcohol. Let's get them in bed right away. I want them fucking men every day. We need to get them used to being women. Also have Sheldon, our psychologist, take a look at them. He works wonders with these changeling women. He'll have their sexy little asses glad to be in panties within a month."

"I have a dominatrix lined up. She's one of the best," Katrina said. "Within a month, they'll be better in bed than a high class hooker. She's arrived at the party after me. I'll have the girls bent over and getting it in the ass within the hour."

Max smiled and said, "I love it when you talk dirty…you did good love. These ladies are going to be everywhere. They'll be on TV, movies, and magazine covers. Women all over America will hate them for their fame and beauty. However, they will also envy them and want to be them; that's where the money is. Oh yeah, that's where the money is…."

  

  

  

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