This story is meant to be a part of a healthy fantasy life. All sex should be voluntary. It should never be coerced or forced in any way.

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Con Job

by

Denver

 

Rod Chester was a small time grifter with an eye for the big mark. The big mark, as he defined it, is a con job that puts you in the big league. Over the past five years he had obtained enough money only to get to the next town. Now he was in Las Vegas. It was time for the big score. The only question remained was who and how?

When he came to Las Vegas, he tried the traditional scams, the pigeon drop and the reverse. That netted him walking around money. It was enough until he figured out what he would do. That was how he met Tiffany. She pulled a double reverse on him and took him for $500. It was love at first sight. He tracked her down and asked her out. They were perfect for each other. The both loved to con people, and they both were looking for the big mark. Their nights were filled with unbridled sex and the days searching for their next mark.

Rod heard of a wealth eccentric; his name was Larry Higgins. He was a hermit, corrupt, and rich. During the height of the dot-com debacle, he set up a web base company a week. The buyers rushed to buy his companies. By the time he was done, Larry made two hundred million. Rod always said that straight business was the ultimate con. Now Larry lived as a virtual prisoner on his sprawling estate. There were high walls, security guards, and a state of the art security system. No one got in or left unless invited.

A vague story floated around about how one moron tried a home invasion. He didn't get one thin dime. Instead he had to flee Las Vegas. Rod and Tiffany had one leverage point. Larry loved the ladies. Nearly all his domestic staff were gorgeous women. His dates, if you could call them that, came to his estate. They stayed a month or two and left, never to be invited again. Larry was afraid of commitment. Commitment led to marriage and marriage could lead to divorce. Divorce meant losing money. "Prostitutes are cheaper," he always said.

Tiffany could get an invitation easy enough. She was pretty enough to cause a heart attack. What would she do once inside? Her every move would be scrutinized. It drove Rod crazy with frustration. He knew that there had to be a way.

Rod lit up another cigarette. The Gambler's Paradise Motel, off the strip, was a non-smoking facility, but he had disabled the smoke detector. Tiffany wanted him to quite. He always joked, "I won't die of cancer. I'll probably be shot." That news did not make her feel any better. When a car pulled up he quickly crushed out his cigarette and fanned the air.

"Hi," Tiffany said beaming. "I found it!"

Rod sat up against the headboard of the bed and asked, "Found what?"

"I found our key to Higgins," Tiffany proudly proclaimed.

She threw him a blue jewelry case. He opened it and saw a golden medallion. Had Tiffany lost her mind? What was with the golden trinket?

"My aunt sent me this," she explained. "You know the one. She lives back in Atlanta. Well…she's a closet witch. I know what you're going to say. All that stuff is bullshit. This isn't. The amulet, or medallion, allows you to change bodies."

Rod frowned saying, "Change bodies?"

"I know it sounds incredible," she declared, "but it's true. I tried it. This man left dropped reading glasses at the bus stop. I put his the amulet around my neck and held the glasses. I turned into him…well at least partially."

"Never try and con an con," Rod said grinning. "You almost had me believing you. Now get dressed. Let's go out to dinner."

Tiffany stamped her foot and crossed her arms. She glared at him. Rod knew he was in trouble again.

"I am not lying to you," she snapped. "I really did change, but I suspected that you might not believe me."

Tiffany hiked her black wool skirt and silk slip up around her waist. Rod's eyes grew wide. There was a bulge in her panties. To his astonishment, she whipped out a long thick penis from where none had been before. She put the amulet around her neck and concentrated. The male organ wilted and shrunk. In a matter of minutes, her womanhood was fully restored.

Rod was dumbstruck. It was the most amazing thing he had ever witnessed. It could not be true, yet he saw it with his own eyes.

"That's fucking incredible," Rod declared. "We are going to be rich! We can clean out every bank account in Vegas."

"You're thinking too small again Rod," Tiffany scolded him. "We were going to get the big mark and retire. Right?"

"Oh sure," he too quickly replied. "The big mark and stop. Right."

Tiffany sat down on the bed next to Mark and said, "I have a plan…."

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Rod hadn't heard a thing from Tiffany in three weeks. After registering with an escort service, Higgins quickly snapped up Tiffany. That was as expected. However, her call should have come days ago. He was starting to worry. Maybe she had been busted.

Lying on his motel room bed, Rod read an occult reference book purchased locally. It surprised him to find the amulet listed in it. This was his third reading of the same material. It paid to be prepared. However, he grew weary of preparation. The time of had come to act. When the phone rang, he quickly snapped up the receiver.

Tiffany hurriedly said, "Meet me at Luxor main lobby, hurry!" and hung up before he could reply.

Rod threw on a shirt and hailed a cab. In only a few minutes he was at the Luxor Casino. It's bright lights and glistening décor proclaimed it to be new Las Vegas. Tiffany waited anxiously in the middle of the lobby. She looked amazing in her black pumps, black hose and little black dress. It was his favorite outfit on her. When she saw him, she hurried over to him.

"Take it!" she said shoving an envelop in his hand. "I have to go before he misses me."

Before he could protest, she was already leaving. Rod mournfully watched her cute bottom wiggled away. He was so horny.

Rod sat at the bar and ordered a drink. He tore open the envelope and pulled out the letter and a photo. The note read, "Karl Wilson, 135 Pleasant View Lane – normally frequents the Body Shop Strip Club." The photo portrayed a young stud with serious Rambo issues. In the photo, he was dressed in hunting garb holding a rifle. He stood upon the dead carcass of a moose.

"Damn dude, I guess we aren't a tree hugger," Rod quipped.

He was disappointed that they were parted so quickly. At least he could do something instead of just sitting around. Rod took a cab back to the hotel and retrieved his car and took it to the strip club. He was going to need it.

At the edge of the stage sat Karl Wilson as predicted. In his left hand was a beer and in his right hand single dollar bills. He was whooping and hollering at the girl on stage.

Rod stopped by the bar and purchased a bottle of beer. He nonchalantly dropped two Rohypnol tablets in his beer. Pretending to take a drink, he sat down on the stool next to Karl. After Karl took a quick glance at Rod, he returned his attention to the girl on stage. When she danced toward them, Rod saw his chance. Karl set down his beer to put a single dollar bill in the girl's G-string. Rod quickly switched beers with Kurt. No one ever notices when a beer is fuller only when it's emptier. When Karl chugged down his beer, a slight smile dawned on Rod's face.

It didn't take long for the drug to take effect. Karl was already halfway inebriated. In a few minutes, Karl was barely able to stay on the barstool. Rod caught Karl's limp body when he passed out.

"He you," Rod shouted to the bouncer, "Can you help me carry my buddy outside to my car? I think he's had a little too much to drink."

The burly man and Rod hoisted Karl up and wrapped his arms around their necks. They dragged the unconscious man from the bar. No one paid attention. This scene occurred at least once a night sometimes two.

"Thanks for the help," Rod said, handing the bouncer a twenty.

"No problem," the man grunted and took the bill.

Rod shut the passenger side door and ran around to the driver side of the car. He jumped into the seat and inspected the sleeping man next to him. The part that came next was one he that he loathed. Using a pair of scissors he cut off Karl's clothing. The task was proving to be more difficult than he first expected. The scissors were dull and Karl's body, limp. Rod cringed when he cut off Karl's white cotton briefs. He did not enjoy seeing another man's gizmo. If he hated the underwear, he deplored the socks. They smelled like a dead skunk on the highway. When Karl was naked, he bagged up the tattered remains of Karl's clothing and threw them in a nearby dumpster.

In the backseat were several bags of luggage. Hotel lobbies are confusing places. When he was a kid, he used to work them all the time. Strolling off with a fully loaded luggage rack was far too easy. The woman who owned the luggage was young, drop-dead gorgeous, and gullible. When he had her paged over the house intercom, she left her luggage unguarded.

After carefully placing the amulet around Rod's neck, he touched a pink silk corset to the amulet. Rod watched spellbound. Slowly but steadily Karl's body reformed. Long shafts of platinum blond hair sprang from his head. His day old beard faded into smooth creamy skin. His strong masculine features became soft and delicate. The transformation of Kurt's chest drew Rod's attention away from his face. Two lumps began to swell. The lumps grew to mounds and the mounds to melon sized breasts.

"DAMN babe," Rod exclaimed, "you got some tits on you."

Karl's muscular frame became delicate and weak. The shrinking of his waist directly contrasted his expanding hips. Rod watched mesmerized as Karl's manhood withered. Karl's equipment shrunk until they were unrecognizable. Rod swore he heard a sucking noise as they receded into Karl's body. Within minutes a fully formed vagina took shape. Its vertical slit and mounds sat at the junction of two long feminine legs. To Rod's surprise there was no pubic hair at all. When it was over, Rod turned Karl on his side. Sure enough, Karl now had woman's bubble shaped bottom.

"Sorry Karl…you get to wear panties from now on," Rod smirked.

Dressing her was a lot more fun than undressing him. Rod decided to go crazy. He wrapped the pink satin corset around Karl's torso constricting his already trim waist even farther. The near seamless garment lifted and supported Karl's massive new breasts. The matching silk panties were easy to find and hard to put on Karl. He had to rock Karl back and forth to get them up over his hips. The black silk hose were easy enough. He had seen Tiffany put them on a thousand times. He unrolled each sheer black hose up the shapely legs. After feeding the garter straps from the corset beneath the panties, he fastened each strap to the hose. It took quite a while for Rod to decide what dress for Karl to wear. In the end, he settled upon a tight baby blue satin mini-dress. It had one-inch wide circular straps that were attached to the sides of the top dress. This allowed the dress to retain a modified heart neckline. It also had a 'V' stitched bodice. For shoes he selected 4-inch baby blue strap on pumps. They would not fall off that way. Rod even selected jewelry and applied a light coat of makeup to Karl.

Seeing the sleeping woman lying beside him gave him a rock hard erection. She was as breathtaking as Tiffany. Some guy was going to love getting between her legs.

Rod wanted to be thorough. Nothing would be left to chance. He checked the newly created girl into a hotel on the strip. Getting her into the hotel was a bit of a problem. In the end, he decided upon a back entrance and a wheel chair. The best place to hide something is right out in the open.

Rod gently laid her on the bed. Like Sleeping Beauty she slept. He brushed her platinum locks of hair from her angelic face and gazed at her voluptuous body. Her gleaming womanly slopes were tempting. He guiltily glanced around as if someone was watching and pulled up her skirt. The pink silk panties she wore looked amazing. Between her legs the smooth pink material tautly wrapped over her female entrance. The bulge in Rod's trousers informed him that his manhood approved.

He dropped the dress and said, "Okay, back to work."

After unpacking her clothes, he set her purse on the nightstand. He even went so far as to get her a fake identity, including credit cards. This was going to be a class 'A' con.

There was one task left to accomplish. While reading about the medallion, he learned a few additional details. It could do more than transform bodies. It could transform minds as well.

He sat down on the bed next to her and said, "Karl Wilson does not exist anymore. You know nothing of his life or his identity. It is all erased from your mind. He is a stranger to you," The girl groaned and moved slightly when she heard this. "You are now Kelly Davis…." Rod read a detailed life summary he had constructed for her. She was an orphan with no family. Although she graduated high school, she never attended college. She moved to Las Vegas to get a job in the casinos and similar life details.

Rod then decided to improvise, "You love giving blowjobs. You like the taste of cum." She winced and moaned in her sleep as if having a bad dream. "Although you like having a man in your pussy, you also like getting it in the ass. In fact, you like to bend over while getting it in the ass." She stirred again and whined. "You are submissive. You live to have a man dominate you. You will do anything to please him." Still asleep she shook her head no and moaned. "The clothing and lingerie you like to wear is sexy. You enjoy wearing makeup and taking care of your body. You want to look sexy for your man…."

When he surveyed the wonder he had created, he decided to sample it. It was only fair. Besides, who would know?

"You love me, Rod Chester, and no other man," he said mischievously. "You will do whatever I tell you to do…."

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"Wake up!" Rod said nudging Kelly.

"What?" Kelly stirred rubbing her eyes. "Where am I?"

"Your in our hotel room," Rod informed her. "It's too early to go to bed."

Kelly sat straight up as if she remembered having to be somewhere. She looked down at her body as if seeing it for the very first time. She poked her right breast with one finger. The large soft orbs weighed heavily upon her. It took her a second or two to get used to the weight. It was as if her equilibrium was not used to the weight. She spread her legs wide apart and lifted up the hem of her dress. She peeked at her pink silk wrapped womanhood with stunned disbelief. Using her index finger, she slid it down the smooth fabric pressing the pink silk material into her slit. Intense sensations from her labia made her quiver involuntarily.

Rod watched this drama with unabashed delight. It gave him a sense of importance and power. She was his creation.

He put his hand on her leg. Kelly yelped and jumped a little in bed. Focusing in on his hand, she watched it as if it were an independent entity. It slid up her nylon covered leg to her flat pelvis. Through her panties it touched and probed her sex. A tingling sensation grew with every touch. Her heart felt as if in her throat. She strained to remember something. It was important. However, with each passing second the knowledge drifted away from her.

A pair of hands now explored her body. They slid over top of her satin and silk clad body. They gripped her sides and made her lay down. On her back with her knees bent, she gazed at the man lying next to her.

"You were really tired sweetie," Rod commented. "I didn't want you having trouble getting to sleep tonight."

Kelly wrinkled her nose and asked, "Rod?"

"Of course its me," Rod replied incredulously. "You forgot me so soon. You've only been in Vegas a day!"

Kelly giggled and said, "No I haven't forgotten you. How could I forget my best lover?"

"Oh your best lover huh?" he declared and then tickled her.

She screamed with laughter and rolled back and forth to protect her sides. Rod slid over top of her and pinned her arms next to her head. Kelly gazed into his eyes. Her mind absorbed the details of his face, his black hair, and his roguish smile. Deep inside her something twinged. A small voice was screaming out something, but the words were garbled. Despite the fact that she was madly in love with Rod, it seemed wrong. When Rod pressed his lips to hers, the voices of protest grew stronger. However, she could not stop herself. She grabbed him and pulled him into her arms. She drank in his masculine scent.

When his hands probed between her spread legs, she moaned while still kissing him. It felt so good the way that he touched her. His hand lightly slid along the fabric of her clothing. With each touch and caress a damp fire began to burn between her legs. Only his touch could satisfy it. Another twinge hit. Getting wet at the touch of a man repulsed her. She thought, "Why should I be the one to get wet between my legs?" It was a peculiar thought to her. It was silly. She had to be the one to get wet. After all, she was the woman. Wasn't she? "Yes I am the woman," she told herself. "He's the man, and I'm the woman." She repeated it to herself like a mantra, but it still felt wrong. Why?

Into the wet folds of her vagina Rod's manhood plunged. Kelly gasped and moaned. The intensity of the sensation was unexpected. While still kissing Rod, she snorted in great gulps of air. The impact of his thrust made her lurch forward on the bed. Her body rocked back when he withdrew. All questioning was driven from her mind. She raised her hips and met his thrusts. Their bodies colliding creating a meaty slapping noise. While still entering her, he kissed down her neck to her chest. He managed to pull one of her breasts free from her dress and bra and sucked it into his mouth.

"Oh god," Kelly gasped.

Her breasts were unexpectedly sensitive. Their sensations were almost as powerful as her vagina. Rod sucked and licked her nipple. Kelly felt a golden glow fill her being. She ran her fingers through his hair and explored his strong back.

Something was building inside her. It was familiar yet strange all at the same time. Her body needed something, but she wasn't sure what it was. It was a thirst, a hunger, and an ache all at the same time. Yes, it was ominous. The powerful throbbing between her legs cried out that she would be changed forever by it. The intense sensations needed release. She frantically thrust her hips to meet his and tightly grasped him. The powerful shockwaves rocked her body. She wrapped her legs around Rod's hips and squeezed. It was as if she were trying to pull his entire body into her.

"UUUUUUNNNNNNHHHHHHH," she cried out.

Her body shook, while her vagina started to spasm. Every nerve fiber tingled. She gasped and contorted her face. Rod's moans joined hers in a chorus of sensual release. She felt his cum spurt inside her body. Deep inside her it flowed. She held onto him like a drowning man to a life preserver. She wanted him to stay inside her and never leave.

As quickly as she soared to the summits, she crashed back down. A vague sense of loss permeated her consciousness. She relaxed her grip on Rod and let her arms and legs fall limp on the bed. Though he was still kissing and caressing her, she felt distant and disconnected from him. She could not understand why. Rod picked up her right hand and moved it between his legs. He had her grasp his wilting organ. Obediently she grasped it and stroked it. This compounded her emptiness. Revulsion well up within her. Why was she so disgusted at holding a man's cock? That is what women do. Men are attracted to female sex organs, and women are attracted to male sex organs. Why was she having a problem?

The pangs increased slightly when he straddled her face. His limp manhood hung just above her pink-coated lips. Her eyes focused on the looming male organ. Though she did not really want to, she opened her lips allowing it entrance. She stared unblinking as the male member descended toward her open mouth. When the wet tip touched her tongue, she tasted a drop of his cum. It was awful, yet it was wonderful. The conflict only escalated when she pursed her lips and sucked. More of the remaining liquid drained in her mouth. The viscous liquid coated her mouth and throat. Her stomach growled unhappily. It did not want this strange substance in it.

She stared at his hairy, wrinkled balls as they flopped up and down. They were revolting to look at. Still a growing sentiment of desire was taking hold. Every time his member plunged into her mouth an appreciation grew. She felt good that she had a man to take care of her. Rod enjoyed oral sex so much that she was glad to do it for him. When he pulled out his renewed organ, there was a wet popping noise.

"Okay," he ordered, "turn over for me." Kelly obediently lay on her stomach. "No get on your hands and knees…that's good…now lay on your forearms with your face on the bed…good. Now stick your bottom in the air and arch your back…a little more…perfect don't move."

Kelly did not understand what he was doing. The position was very uncomfortable to sustain. She compliantly gazed straight ahead at the headboard. She felt him flip up her blue satin skirt and tug down her pink panties. When she felt the soft head of his cock press against her puckering sphincter, she cringed. The round pole forced her ring of flesh open. It stretched her tight hole ever wider as it plunged insider her. When the rod slipped into her, she grunted and whimpered. She bit the sheets with her teeth and tugged on them with her hands.

"Uuuunnnn MMMMmmmnnNNNNnnnpppphhh uuuummmNNNN," she moaned and gasped.

Her sphincter felt ever millimeter of his long hot pole. It seemed as if a log were entering. Time slowed down. It was as if it were entering her for hours. Deeper and deeper it plunged. It more than entered her body; it filled the aching emptiness inside her. She could actually feel it inside her soul. Whatever she had been, she was no longer. Rod withdrew and thrust into her. His hips slapped up against her padded ass. It was not enough that he was fucking her in the ass. He wanted her to participate.

He told her, "Move your butt back to meet my hips."

She did as she was told. Pushed back as he thrust into her. Their bodies collided with a fleshy slap. Her body vibrated from the impact. Ever so often he told her to twist her hips slightly was pushing back. Again she did as she was instructed.

 

She felt humiliated, defeated, and ashamed all at the same time. Something inside her collapsed. No matter where she went or what she did, she would know that a man had fucked her in the ass. It occurred to her that if she broke up with Rod some day, other men would fuck her in the ass as well. Every man on earth would want to fuck her in the ass! That's what men do. She whimpered at the thought.

Although it was in her ass and not her vagina, she felt a growing tension in her body. She didn't understand it. Getting it in the ass is not a particularly arousing act for most women. Yet she was different than most women. Her empty vagina acted as if it was filled. It began to shoot electrical tingles of pleasure through her. They grew stronger with every thrust in her bottom. She looked over her shoulder and gazed at the man who had mounted her. His face was contorted with pleasure. She could scarcely take it in. She thought, "I am bent over and a man is fucking me in the ass!" The strong impulses from between her legs damped the unpleasant thoughts. To her amazement, she felt her womanhood quiver. She was having an orgasm!

Rod moaned and sped up his hips. Again and again he thrust into the magnificent bottom beneath him. He exploded into her emptying himself. Another thrust and the last of it shot out. Gasping for air, he lingered behind her with his cock buried deep in her ass. He spotted her looking up at him. She forced a smile for him.

"Oh baby you have such a wonderful butt," he proclaimed caressing it. "You know how much I love to go in it."

Somehow those words lessened the shame she felt. It made her feel appreciated and cared for. She looked ahead and waited for him to pull out of her.

When he finally did pull out, she rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed. Her back hole throbbed from the recent reaming out. She pulled up her panties and fixed her dress. She tried not to, but she could not get past the fact that a man had been in her bottom. She had done it before. Why was it bothering her so much this time?

"Come on baby," Rod said, tugging her to her feet. "Let's go out. I want to see the casino. Maybe we could take in a show."

"Go out?" she asked apprehensively. "Do we have to?"

"Yes," he insisted. "Now let's go!"

He practically dragged her through the hotel lobby. She was sure that everyone knew what he had just done to her. They were all looking at her. She was sure of it. She was walking funny, or so she thought. Her reamed bottom felt odd and loose. It dominated her thoughts. She kept her eyes down cast. She didn't want to meet anyone's gaze.

The casino provided a welcome distraction. She had trouble sitting. It reminded her of what Rod had done to her. While, he played black jack, she played a quarter slot machine.

After Rod lost a while, they went to a show. For a few precious minutes she lost herself in the performance. The dancers pranced back and forth across the stage in outlandish costumes. It thrilled her. The women were so pretty and well endowed. She loved looking at them.

Kelly wore a special nightgown for their first night in Vegas. It was long, silk, and expensive. The off white silk material cleaved to her curvaceous body. Her large firm breast and round bottom were breathtaking. She slunk out of the bathroom and up to him. She kissed down his chest unbuttoning his shirt as she went. She was in the mood again for love.

Rod wanted to go. He never considered that he would have to spend the night. When she pulled open his zipper with her teeth, he decided to stay.

They made love for another hour. She was a dynamo. Over and over she fucked him until he was completely and totally spent. There was no desire for sex left in him. Only then did she curly up next to him and fall asleep.

Rod was concerned. Kelly had a few verbal slips. She said things like her former self, Karl Wilson, might say. Rod slipped the medallion around her neck. Spending the night with it on would drive the last of Karl Wilson out of her.

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Kelly woke first. She noticed the strange gold medallion around her neck. She didn't remember putting it on the previous night. With out much thought, she placed it on the bureau and went to perform her morning beauty and cleansing rituals. When Rod woke, he frantically looked around for Kelly. The sound of the shower running made him relax. On the bureau was the medallion. He sighed with relief.

He snatched up the medallion and sat on the edge of the bed. Kelly's nightgown was on the floor. He felt a tingling inside his body. Rod immediately yanked up his feet.

"I have to be more careful," he sighed. "I don't want to turn into Kelly."

Rod put he medallion back in the box for safekeeping. With no other choice he put on his clothes from the day before. As he tied his shoelaces, Kelly emerged from the bathroom. Rod's jaw dropped. She wore a gold wet-look bikini. The Brazilian V-cut bottoms formed stretched tightly over her sumptuously curved ass. The gleaming slopes were so round and sexy that they took his breath away. Her gold bikini top formed her two huge breasts into an orbed wonder. Around her delicate neck she wore a gold elastic-web choker. Her long platinum blond hair was fixed up on her head and held in place with a gold hairpin.

"I wanted to go down to the pool," she said scrounging through her dresser drawer. "Where did I put my flip-flops?"

"On the floor," he informed her still gaping in awe.

She glanced over her shoulder at him and smiled. It was a smile that reminded Rod of a sunny day in a meadow of flowers. She was magnificent. This amazing creature was all his. So profoundly beautiful was she that he considered calling off the con and living with her. She was everything he ever wanted in woman. Then he remembered Tiffany. She was counting on him. Still…Kelly was so damn beautiful. It made him crazy with indecision.

Kelly was still bent over looking for something in a dresser drawer. Rod stood behind her and pulled her hips to his. He slid his fingers in the crevice between her two perfect half-globes. Her gold bikini bottom sunk in was he traced down her crevice. Her back hole ached to be entered. Rod whipped out his throbbing manhood and pulled her taut swim trunks to one side. He saw her looking over her shoulder waiting for him to take her. Adoration and lust was in her eyes. When he pushed into her bottom, she gasped and bit her lower lip. Quite moans of pleasure came from Kelly. Rod loved watching his manhood slip into the cleft of her heart shaped ass. Going inside her warm seductive body was like entering heaven itself. Her body was everything he ached and longed for.

Rod gave long deep thrusts into her. Kelly put her hands on her knees for support as her body rocked gently back and forth. She cooed and gasped as he thrust into her over and over. When she stood up, he continued pumping into her. His hands now caressed her mammoth breasts through her gold bikini top. She reached behind her head and caressed his face. Up to her tiptoes and down again she moved. Each thrust explored ever deeper in her body and heart.

"Oh yes…fuck me in the ass," she chanted softly.

Speeding up his hips, his manhood plunged quickly in and out of her body. Her amazing bottom rippled with the force of each thrust. Rod struggled no to come. He wanted her to come first.

"God I love it when you do me like this," she squealed.

Rod lifted up her legs by the knees. He bounced her in the air on his hips. Up and down his pole she slid. Her body was his to have and use as he saw fit. Her moaned shuddered with the force of each thrust.

 

"OH YES," she cried out loudly.

"OH GOD," he replied in ecstasy and shot his load into depths of her being.

Rod gently lowered his lover's legs to the floor and kissed the side of her neck. She purred and cooed with every touch. He laid his head on her shoulder with his wilting manhood still inside her. She reached behind her and ran his fingers through his hair. In that moment, holding her was like holding a dream. She was every woman he had ever lusted after and every erotic fantasy he had ever had all in one woman. It made him sad to feel his manhood slip out of her. He could have stayed like that all day. However, he had work to do.

She asked, "Will you come to the pool with me?"

"I can't," he said mournfully. "I thought I told you. My luggage was mislaid by the porter."

"Oh no," she said in alarm. "Do they know where it might be?"

"No," he said feigning ignorance. "I'm going to go out and pick up a few item. You know, they just in case they can't find my luggage."

"Do you want me to come?" she asked.

"No, no, you enjoy," he replied. "Besides, I also have some business to take care of today. I won't be back until later."

A disappointed look appeared on her face. Rod pulled her to him and tightly held her. His kisses on her neck cheered her up. When she began fondling his manhood, he moved her hand. He had nothing left in him for sex.

"I have to go," he said and kissed her. "I'll be back later."

"Okay," she said grabbing his sunglasses. "I'll be waiting."

She walked down with him to the hotel lobby. He was in agony about leaving her. She was too sexy to leave alone. He worried silently, "Some other guy may hit on her!" Then he chided himself. "She not going to be interest in them thanks to the medallion." Yet he knew that he would have to give her up as some point. The con and Tiffany would not wait.

In the lobby, he kissed her and gave her bottom a squeeze. She responded with affection to his every touch. He wished that she were more of a bitch. That way it would be easier to leave her.

"Later," he sighed.

"Bye," she said and waived.

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While driving away from the hotel, he focused his thoughts to the job at hand and said, "Back to work!"

Rod drove to Karl Wilson's former address. It was a pathetic looking place. The lawn was dead and the house a faded brown. The interior was not much better. Garbage and clothing littered the floor. It was a pigsty.

"You're going to be much happier as a girl Karl," Rod quipped.

In the bedroom closet, he found a security uniform. Rod dressed in Karl's uniform and put on the medallion. In a half hour, Karl's face was what Rod saw in the mirror.

"This is so fucking weird," he commented. "Even my voice is different."

He took off the medallion. He didn't want to start thinking like Karl. Once the medallion was carefully hidden, Rod left for the Higgins Estate.

Using his security card, he got onto the grounds without being question. After all, Karl had worked here for Larry Higgins for months, and now he was Karl. He was not quite sure what to do, but he supposed that he had to punch the time clock.

No sooner had he logged in then he heard a man holler, "CARL, you lazy son of a bitch! Why are you late again? I told you to get here on time. I don't give a shit how much you had to drink. You get here on time!"

A portly African American man was screaming at him. His name badge read, "Lou." The supervisor waited for an answer.

Rod looked at the floor and said, "Sorry Lou."

"Lou?" he snapped. "You call me boss!"

"Yes boss," Rod groveled.

"Get your radio and start patrolling the east grounds," Lou barked. "GO before I change my mind!"

Rod put on a security belt with a two-way radio. The belt, luckily, belonged to Karl. Rod fingered the 9-millimeter gun and debated were the east grounds were. A man waving off in the distance with a guard dog gave him a clue.

He jogged up to the man. A scowl was on the man's face. His name badge read, "Jerry."

"Rod you lazy bastard," Jerry angrily commented. "Here's Sheba," he said handing over the leash to the German shepherd. "I'm going home to bed! When Sheba jerked away from Rod, Jerry tugged her leash and said, "What's the matter with you girl? Don't you like Rod anymore?"

Rod took Sheba's leash with great care. He never did like dogs. One mean dog bit him as a boy. Since then he wanted nothing to do with them. Sheba didn't care for him either.

Larry wearily strode to the employee parking lot. It had been a long night for him. Rod looked around the sprawling green estate. He was not sure where to go or what to do. Sheba knew. She led him toward his assigned patrol area.

Round and round they walked. The hours ticked by, as the Nevada sun was merciless. After only four hours, he was dying of heat prostration.

"Your job sucks Karl," Rod commented.

"That's life," a voice quipped from behind. Rod turned to see a man walking toward him. It was another guard. The man said, "Lunch break."

"Is the TV in the lounge still broken," he asked probing if they had a break room.

"Very funny," the man replied. "You know Mr. Higgins hates TVs. He thinks the government is watching him through them. I wish he would at least let us have an FM radio. Damn this place is boring."

Rod was not interested in food. He decided to skip lunch and search the house for the vault. Just as he approached the back door, Tiffany opened it. Rod winked at her and then touched his nose. She did the same. It was their signal. How else would they recognize each other?

"Tiffany where are you?" a man called out.

A man, with distinguished looking features, walked up behind Tiffany. He placed his hands on her shoulders, and began to caress them. It had to be Larry Higgins. There was a long awkward pause while Tiffany thought up an excuse.

She said, "This guard wanted to patrol the house for a while, if that's okay. He thought he saw something."

"Karl isn't it?" Larry questioned. "I'll tell the inside guards what you saw. You can go back to patrolling the grounds."

Rod hesitated a second and then replied. "Okay Mr. Higgins, I'll do that."

Larry watched Rod until he rounded the corned. He began kissing Tiffany's neck and running his hands down her sides. She forced a smile and purred for him. When he lifted up her red cotton dress in back, she cringed. He pulled her back inside the house and shut the door.

When Rod rounded the corner, he waited a few second and then returned. He stopped dead in his tracks at what he saw. Tiffany was pressed face first into a wall and Larry was standing close behind her. His hands were under her skirt and slip. From the movement on his face and the grimace on Tiffany's face, he knew what was happening. Larry was fucking her in the ass!

Anger arose within him. He thought, "I'm going to pound that fucker's face." Then he remembered the prize. Getting all that money hinged on him playing along. Silently loathing himself, he slipped back around the corner.

Rod went straight to Lou's office as per the plan. He stood in the doorway and knocked. When Lou didn't respond, he knocked again.

"Um Boss?" Rod asked.

Lou stirred from his sleep and snapped, "What now Karl?"

"My best friend Albert Garrison died," Rod replied sadly.

"Sorry to hear that," Lou replied. "You need the afternoon off for a funeral or something?"

"I need two weeks off," Rod replied. "He lived in Boston. I am a pallbearer at the funeral."

"Two weeks!" Lou growled. "Oh okay, you can go, but you have to do it without pay. You don't have enough sick time and vacation time accrued. If you don't come back on time, don't bother showing up."

"Thanks boss," Rod replied and hurried away.

He was never so glad to leave a place. Kurt's job was terrible. No wonder he lived like a pig. He was depressed.

Back at Kurt's home, Rod changed back into his body. He tossed Lou's uniform on the bed but took his pass card. Karl was about to mysteriously disappear. Rod called the movers to pack and store Karl's belongings. Rod did not want a nosy neighbor calling the police. Another family home would occupy the rental home, and Karl will have vanished, making him a prime suspect in the robbery. By the time someone started looking for Karl in two weeks. The job would be over. Rod nearly skipped out of Kurt's home. It was off to his motel room. He would get a few clothes and return to Kelly. The plan was working perfectly.

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"Honey come on over," Kelly shouted joyously.

Rod paused twenty feet from the mob of people. TV news crews, newspaper reporters, and even the hotel staff were assembled. They were all focused on two women. He knew one of the women was Kelly, but he didn't know which one was which. The two women were identical. Kelly broke out of the crowd and ran over to him. The cameras focused on him as she hugged him. She kissed him while holding his face. Then she grabbed his arm and dragged him to the group.

She proudly proclaimed, "I'm proud to present my long lost sister Laura Mercer. We found each other. Isn't is wonderful!"

In stunned disbelief, he asked, "What? How?"

"Well…I was at the pool like we talked about. Ruth over here spotted me." A hefty woman with red hair waived to them. "She is Laura's step mother. She thought I was Laura. It turns out Laura, and I are twins. We must have been separated at birth. The hospital where we were born must have gotten my records confused with someone else. Isn't it great! I have a SISTER!" she shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Super," he replied unenthusiastically.

Suddenly he found himself at the epicenter of a group hug. Kelly, Laura (Kelly's supposed identical twin) and her family were all hugging him. The TV cameras captured it all.

A female reporter held up her microphone and asked, "Tell our viewers Laura…what brings you to Las Vegas?"

Arm in arm with Kelly, Laura happily said, "My family moved here a year ago. We own Lucky Roll Night Club. Well anyway, I was back east going to college. Mom and dad were having the house renovated. So I had to stay here. When I went to check out, my luggage was stolen. The hotel staff felt so bad they allowed us to use the facilities free for one full year. That's when my adopted parents saw Kelly. It's so amazing. We are so alike. Her wardrobe is nearly identity to the one I lost. We like the same food and everything…."

Rod was horrified. All around him cameras were flashing. People were clapping, while others were crying. He wanted to run. This was not in the plan. A terrible thought came to him. What if Tiffany saw this? She would know that he was cheating on her. Then he remembered that Larry Higgins had no TVs or radios. How would she know? Even if she did find out, he would lie and say that he and Kelly weren't sleeping together. He assured himself that it would be okay. He really wanted to believe it, but the bright lights of the cameras shook his confidence.

Not only did the casino pay for their stay, but all of their meals were as well. That night they ate like kings. They were given the place of honor at the head table. Laura's friends and adoptive family joined them. With the cameras gone Rod started to enjoy himself. While sampling a rare vintage of wine, he put his hand on Kelly's leg.

"Um Rod, I think you have the wrong leg," Laura giggled.

Rod did a double take. Kelly was seated on his right. Laura was to his left.

Turning red, he said, "Sorry. You two really are identical."

Everyone at the table roared with laughter. Rod silently contemplated what it would be like to sleep with twins. It was an arousing thought. It was one he quickly abandoned. He had already gone very off plan. He switched his wine glass to the other hand and put his hand on Kelly's leg. The antique white silk slip dress she wore made her look like a princess.

Kelly hated to say goodnight to her new found family. After assuring her that they would meet in the morning, Rod and Kelly went off their room and bed. However, sleep was not on Rod's mind.

No sooner were they in the room then he pulled her to him. Standing behind her, he kissed her neck and nibbled her ear. He placed his hands on her shoulders and gently bent her over. Kelly put her hands on her thighs for support and waited.

Rod ran his hands up her thighs and under her dress. He loved seeing her magnificent pantied ass. The white silk material shined emphasizing her heart shaped bottom. He slipped her panties down and pulled out his throbbing rod. After a quick application of lubricant, he positioned it against Kelly's back entrance. He nudged his hips forward causing the soft tip to probe inside her. When he moved his hips forward, he watched his tool disappear in the crevice between her two round cheeks. He loved watching it go inside her. Kelly's grunts aroused him. He thought, "Tiffany would never let me do this to her. Now that fucker Higgins is getting what I never could!" Rod rough rammed into Kelly.

As he impacted her body a deep "UHH!" escaped her lips. Rod placed his hands on her hips and began pounding into her. He angrily thought, "Tell me I can fuck you in the ass. Take that bitch. I'll fuck you in the ass all I want. How do you like that bitch!

Kelly began moving her hips backward to the rhythm of his thrusts. Over and over he slapped into her. He watched with pride as his manhood plunged between her cheeks and into her ass. Seeing her white panties around her knees and her curvy body bent over before him pushed him over the edge. She shot his load into her and again he thrust spurting a little more. Kelly stood up with his manhood still inside her.

She rubbed his neck and cooed, "I love it when you fuck me hard in the ass."

Rod honestly did not know what to say or do. She was not supposed to enjoy it when he was rough, or was she? He did not remember telling her to like it that way, but he must have told her to like it. She was only following his programming. Still…when you fuck a woman roughly in the ass, it's more satisfying if they don't enjoy it all that much.

After Rod washed up, he was surprised to see Kelly naked and in bed. She held out her hand for him to join her. Rod stripped and climbed into bed.

Rod was uncertain of what to do. Kelly was being very aggressive sexually. She was sucking him off like a pro. When she knelt over him and mounted him, he nearly ejaculated. She rode him like she was at a rodeo and he was the bull. Her butt pounded into him over and over. When he wanted to go to sleep, she was just getting started. At some point Rod's erect manhood went numb. Still she wanted more. He had created a monster. It was not until four hours later that she was satisfied.

Rod awoke the next morning to a strange sensation. Something was happening to his penis. He opened one eye and saw Kelly sucking it. She was wildly sucking and licking him. It was if her life depended on it.

"Give me a couple of minutes sweetie," he said to her. "I'm still waking up."

She shook her head no and giggled as she knelt above his hips. She took his pole in hand and sat down. Rod sighed. Once again he was inside this ravenous beauty. When she had an orgasm in that position, she pouted until he did her in the ass too. He thought, "This is so wrong. I feel like a stud horse or something."

When he finally relented, she happily got on all fours. They did it doggie style with him in her ass. He sighed and looked at the clock. He wanted to go to breakfast. Kelly was backing into him so hard and fast that he nearly didn't have to move his hips at all.

The only way he got her to stop making love was to mention that they were meeting her family. That got her moving. She showered and changed while Rod rested. He was beat. Kelly emerged wearing skintight black latex slacks and a black latex crisscross halter crop-top. In her belly button was a gold ring. After slipping on a pair of 5-inch boots, she dried her hair and put on her makeup.

Rod had all he could do to get to take his shower alone. She wanted to join him. The only way she relented is that he told her that it would make them late. When he went to dress, she picked out his clothes and dressed him. She insisted on kissing on each item of clothing. Rod just wanted to put on a pair of trousers alone.

While walking to the Lobby, he caught glimpses of her bottom. It looked amazing in her black latex slacks. The light played off the lustrous material highlighting her mind-blowing body. Yet he was spent. It was frustrating. When they arrived, Laura was waiting for them and no one else. She was dressed in the same clothes as Kelly.

When the girls hugged, he gasped, "Oh my god!"

It was scene every man dreams of. Two fantastic beauties and they were with him. He wished he had a little sex drive left to indulge.

They drove to Laura's families ranch outside the city. Rod knew he should wait for Tiffany's phone call. However, she probably would not be calling for at least a day or two for the next phase to commence.

They were alone at the ranch. This worried him a little, but he figured he was safe from Kelly while they were with Laura. He was wrong. No sooner were they inside the house then both girls attacked him. Laughing and giggling then ripped of his clothes.

"Wait," he said, "What if your family comes? What will they say?"

The girls were not to be put off. They were out of control. It was only then that he realized that Laura was a nymphomaniac and thanks to him, so was Kelly. When he was naked, the girls dragged him to the bedroom. They shoved him onto the bed and climbed onto him. Two crazed blonds were frantically kissing him as if their lives depended on it. It was supposed to be heaven, but it was torture. He was tired! It was not until one sucked his balls while the other sucked his manhood that he managed to get it up.

When they saw he was aroused, one knelt above his head while the other above his hips. He had lost track which one was which. Before he could say anything, the one whose bottom was hovering above his head sat down on his face. The other one sat down on his throbbing member. One slid up and down his face while he licked. The other bounced up and down on his hips. He imaged that the one on his face was Kelly. He was not sure. Her scent was intoxicating. It renewed some of his waning sex drive.

After he shot his load, his manhood started wilt again. Kelly was still firmly planted on his face. He felt a stabbing pain in his manhood and fluid start to enter him. Laura was giving him and injection. This worried Rod greatly.

Laura crawled forward and whispered in his ear, "I gave you a little something to keep your cock hard. Don't worry. It will wear off in a few hours."

"A few hours?" he agonized silently. "How few?" Kelly continued frantically rubbing her womanhood on his face. His poor tongue was getting sore.

She screamed out, "Oh yes! Lick it! OOOOHHHHH YYYYEESSSS!!!"

When Kelly came, she and Laura switched positions. Rod gasped for air. His face shone with Kelly's fluids. Before he could sit up, Laura sat down. His mumbled word of protest fell on deaf ears. Kelly mounted him and sat down on his rock hard pole. She began moving his hips up and down. From beneath Laura's butt, he heard wet kissing noises. He was aghast. They were sisters, sort of, for god sakes! They were French kissing each other and fondling each other's breasts. It was a triangle of erotic sex. Rod wanted to run. He was a con man not a pervert.

When the girl's finally got off him, they did the old 69-position on each other. Seeing two supposed sisters lick each other's vagina made him ill. He ran into the bathroom and heaved. When he came back out, they were still going at it. He didn't understand. What was wrong with them?

When they saw him standing watching, they grabbed him and dragged him to bed. He was made to fuck one in the ass while the other licked her sister's vagina. Rob closed his eyes and pretended he was having sex with Tiffany.

This went on the remainder of the afternoon. Rod was so tired when they were done. He just wanted to rest. Laura stayed behind while he and Kelly went back to the hotel. Rod was deathly silent. He was a bad guy but not a freaking bad guy.

"What's the matter?" Kelly asked anxiously.

"What was going on back there," he asked pointed blank. "You were having sex with your sister. That's sick!"

"It seemed okay to me," she replied. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Sure," he replied. "Tell me!"

"My sister is a porn star," Kelly informed him. "The night club is only a front for the porn movies. They tempt girls who come into their club with fast money, and while they are still drunk, take them back to the ranch to film."

Rod cocked his head and asked, "Film?"

"Uh huh," she said proudly, "We were being filmed today. The cameras are hidden."

The tires smoked as Rod screeched to a halt, he shouted, "FILMED!"

"Yes," she replied getting misty eyed. "I thought you would like it. I know how you like kinky sex."

"Can we get it back," Rod said. "I mean the film and all?"

"Not really," she grimaced. "It is sent out live over the web. They do sell tapes for later distribution, but I don't think they will give them to you. Laura's step dad says he is going to make a fortune off this one."

Rod sunk down low into his seat. If Tiffany ever saw that film, she would kill him. He had two saving facts. The first was that she did not watch Internet porn or adult videos. The second was that she was in virtual isolation.

The entire trip back Rod was silent. He mulled over and over what had happened. "It's not my fault," he mused. "They seduced me. That's right. They are the ones to blame." Kelly sniffled and cried. Rod took her hand and held it. If Tiffany left him, at least he would have her. That might not be so bad. Beside, Tiffany could be a controlling bitch at times.

Kelly pulled his hand between her latex covered legs. She used his hand to rub her vagina though her latex covered crotch and moaned. Rod watched the blond beauty in stunned disbelief. She really was a nymphomaniac. He liked sex as much as the next man, but all the time? He wanted to do more than merely have sex day and night.

When Rod would not participate, Kelly found a 'V' shaped clit vibrator in the glove box. She slipped it under the waistband of her slacks and pressed it against her vaginal slit. She turned it on and yanked up her slacked holding it tightly in place. She closed her eyes and began fondling her breasts. She then began to rub her legs together and whimpered. Still not satisfied, she pulled out a butt-plug. She lifted up her hips and slipped in under her slacks. She sat down pushing it inside her. The two dildos now hummed in chorus. She writhed and touched herself. She laid the seat back and lay face down kneeling on the floor.

She slapped her bottom and said, "Spank me." She struck her bottom a couple of time and repeated, "Spank me!" Rod lifted up his hand and brought it forcefully back down, slapping her bottom. She shouted, "Oh god yes! Do it again!" Rod pulled off the road and began spanking her. She loved it. She squirmed in pleasure with each blow. Frantically she dragged some straps out of the glove box. "Tie me up!" Rod was happy to oblige her, if it would keep her off him. Using the straps, he bound her legs together and her forearms behind her. In her mouth he placed a black latex ball gag. He spanked her as she struggled to free herself. The harder he hit the more she liked it. She screamed into her gag as she came.

When they arrived at the hotel, Kelly was still bound and gagged. She squealed in protest if he tried to remove her bonds. Rod was at a loss what to do. It occurred to him that he had not checked his cell phone in a while. There was a message waiting for him. It was from Tiffany. It said, "The package is sent."

"I'm sorry Kelly," Rod said untying her. "I need to take care of some business. It's real important. I might have to go away for a few days. Do you understand?"

Still being gagged she only grunted and shook her head no. Rod wasted no time in untying her. She pouted when he did. She angrily got out of the car and stormed away. He watched her cute bottom wiggle away. He could clearly see the outline of the butt-plug through her black latex slacks.

"What a head case," he sighed. He rolled down the window and shouted, "I'll tie you up and spank you when I get back!" She shot him the bird over her shoulder and kept walking. After switching back to his car, he sighed, "Back to work." He was glad to be rid of Kelly.

A very large package waited for him at the hotel where he and Tiffany had been staying. He waited until he was alone in his room to unwrap it. He tore off the brown wrapping paper and opened the lid.

A note lay on the inside the box, "Dear Rod, I have missed you so much. Larry is a misogynous pig. It's all I can do to keep myself from cutting off his dick and feeding it to him. I had to adjust our plans. There is no way to get you in as one of the house guards. They live on the grounds for two-month shifts. The only other way is as a member of his house serving staff. Inside is a complete uniform. The owner is out of the country touring Europe. Put it on and report for duty tomorrow. Tell them that you decided to come back early and report for work. They won't question it…all my love, Tiffany."

Rod stared in horrified disbelief at what he held before him. It was a pair of pristine white, silk, high-cut, panties! He threw them to the bed and pulled out the next item. It was a black satin long sleeved maid uniform.

Pacing back and forth, Rod stared at the costume on the bed. "I am not going to become a chick," he angrily thought. "She is crazy. I won't do it!"

This was supposed to be his big break. He might be able to get millions from this job. No one would ever know they had taken it. It was perfect. Rod sat on the other twin bed and gazed the clothing. He wondered what the woman who wore them looked like.

"God damn it!" he muttered taking off his shirt.

When he was naked, he placed the medallion around his neck. He then picked up the panties and touched them to the medallion. For good measure, he stepped into them. He cringed as he drew them up his legs. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he would be doing this. The soft silk material had an unpleasantly feminine texture. They gently caressed his hairy butt and manhood. In a drug stupor like state, he lay down on the bed and closed his eyes. The sensation felt like floating on a cloud.

Rod's eyes blinked open. He had fallen asleep. When he lifted up his head and looked down, he saw two huge breasts on his chest. The twin orbs were the size of melons. His small petite hands cupped them and gently touched the nipples. They were ten times more sensitive. When he looked at his hand, he noticed that his fingernails were long and painted red. He spread his legs and sat up. Gone were his boys. In their place was a new shaved opening. Through the silk material, he touched his vagina for the first time. It was incredibly sensitive. It surprised him how much so. The slightest graze of his finger sent shivers up his body. Between it and his breasts he gleaned a greater understanding of women. From his long black silky tresses of hair to his delicate feet with painted toenails everything about him was soft and gentle. It was perfectly designed for the task it had to perform. That reminded him that a baby could grow inside him. He found the idea troubling.

There was not a moment to waste. He had to get to the estate so he could change back. Instead of a bra, he found a white satin seamless corset. For a long time he wondered how to get put on such an item. After much deliberation, he opened the laces very wide and worked it up his body. He had to fight to get it over his wide hips and round bottom.

"Damn lingerie," he muttered with his new female voice. "UUUUMMMMMNNNNN," he groaned pulling it over his hips.

The smooth garment slid up and over his hips onto his waist. He was halfway there. After carefully placing each breast in the cups, he grabbed the laces in back. He exhaled and tugged on them. The garment slightly squeezed his mid section. He wound the laces around his mid section and tied them in back. He knew from watching Tiffany to feed the garter straps under his panties. He gathered up a pair of hose and unrolled it up his long shapely leg. He hated to admit it, but they looked good. After fastening the clips, he moved on to the next leg. If it felt odd putting on panties, it was outrageously bizarre putting on a black satin French maid uniform. He lifted the uniform above his head and let it slid down his arms. It took a bit of doing, but he worked the tight, body conforming garment down his torso. In back was a zipper, he strained and cursed as he tried to close it. After a long while of struggled, he managed to pull it up.

He tried to press down the fluffy skirt, but the petticoat made it pop right back up. He scowled at the unabashed femininity of it. He felt ridiculous. He didn't understand why there was another corset. It was made of black satin but had no bra cups. What was it for? He thought for a moment and held it up to him. It was a waist cincher that was worn on the outside. This one had a front closure so it was much easier to get on. However, when he tugged on the laces in back, the garment squeezed him like a giant fist. He gasped only able to take shallow breaths. He looked in the mirror at his back. There still was some space left. He grimaced and pulled with all his might. The garment constricted and the ends finally met. He wound the laces around his midsection and tied them in back. Last to go around his midsection was a white satin apron. He wrapped it around him and tied it in a bow in back.

All during this process he repeated, "I'm doing it for the money."

When he tried to bend over and put on his shoes, he found that he could not. The double set of corsets would not allow him. He sat down on the bed and worked his feet into the black high heels. Unfortunately they were strap on. He exhaled completely and reached down with one hand and then struggled to get the other hand down. Turning beet red he fastened the straps. "Mental note to self," he thought. "Put on the shoes first!"

When it came to his hair, he was at a loss. He knew that he was supposed to fix it up on his head, but he had no clue as to how. For several minutes he agonized over what to do. He had to look authentic. He spotted the medallion out of the corner of his eye. If he wore it, he might glean some of the knowledge of the women whose body he now had. That worried him. He did not want to become a girl.

"I have to," he proclaimed. "I'm going to break my neck in these heels otherwise."

It was true. The 5-inch pumps were extremely difficult to walk in. After putting on the medallion, a sudden surge came over him. He knew just what to do. Within a few minutes his long black mane was expertly combed and pinned on his head. He applied the makeup as if he had been doing it his whole life. Lastly he put on a white and black headpiece and choker.

"All set," he declared examining himself in the mirror.

With the medallion on he confidently strode from the room. The shoes were a cinch now. His movements were graceful and fluid. When he crossed the hotel parking lot, he shot a gawking man a coy smile.

"Enough of that," he said removing the amulet. "You don't want to get lost in the part, Rod."

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When he pulled at the estate the guard said, "I wasn't expecting you Sabrina. Why are you here? I thought you were on vacation."

"I came back early," Rod replied. "I need the money."

"I hear that," the guard responded. "Go on inside."

Rod drove up to the estate and parked in back. At the door another guard stopped him. Rod was informed that he could not carry in his black tote bag. Rod returned to the car and threw it in the trunk. He took out the ID card and the medallion. He slipped both beneath his breasts and down under his two corsets. No one would find them in there.

This time he was allowed inside the mansion. He managed to pull out the ID card but the medallion had slipped down too far. Rod frantically tried to retrieve it.

"Ahem," came a woman's voice from behind. "I heard you were back early. I'm surprised. You were so looking forward to your trip."

Rod turned and was shocked by the woman who was addressing him. She was tall blond with an intimidating look upon her face. She wore black spike boots, a black latex catsuit, waist cincher and long black lace up gloves.

"I need the money," Rod replied.

"Very well," she said, "Let's get you ready."

"Get me ready?"

"Don't tell me you've forgotten already?" the woman replied.

"No of course not," he said pretending he knew what was going on.

"'No of course not,'…who?" she asked angrily.

"No Mistress?" he asked pensively.

She smacked him with her riding crops and said, "Mistress Victoria!"

"Yes Mistress Victoria. I'm sorry."

When she grabbed two silver metal wrist shackles, Rod dropped the ID, held behind his back, and kicked it underneath a cabinet. With his arms outstretched, she snapped the cuffs on him. Rod anxiously looked at the 3-inch wide padded metal cuffs. He was not expecting this part. They did not look like they were coming off anytime soon. Beneath his white satin corset he felt the medallion pressed up against his skin. "I'll get it out when I go to the bathroom," he thought. However, she snapped a 4-inch wide metal band around his waist. Rod heard the unmistakable sound of a lock closing. The metal band was over top of the medallion. Rod began to panic. He would not be able to get it out now. Mistress Victoria squatted down and locked to metal ankle shackles on him. Lastly she snapped a wide metal collar around his neck. Rod did not like the look of where this was going. He tried to think of an excuse to leave.

When Victoria snapped locked a 6-inch silver hobble chain to the ankle cuffs, Rod said, "You know maybe I should take the rest of my vacation. I mean…how often do you get the chance to get away from it all?"

"Quiet down princess," Victoria barked and slapped his silk pantied bottom.

She a long section of chain ran up from the hobble chain through his a D-ring in the waistband. She attached a short chain to it and then grabbed his right wrist. A small pad lock secured it the chain.

"Now the other," she ordered and slapped his bottom beneath his skirt.

Rod moved his left wrist closer to his side and said, "Really…I think I should be going. I can use the time off."

Victoria sneered and locked his left wrist to the chain. Lastly, she secured the top chain to his neck. Rod could not believe it. He was now bound in a five-point chain set.

"Open!" she ordered holding up a huge black penis gag.

"I want to…Uuuugggkkkllll Uuuummmmpppphhhh MmmmNNNNppppHHHH," he gagged.

Victoria pushed in the massive phallic gag. It scraped against Rod's teeth as it slid in. His teeth sunk down into a set of groves in front. The gag painfully filled his mouth to capacity. She drew a web of straps around his head and chin and closed and locked them. Rod rattled his chains and shook his head no.

Rod nearly toppled over when she spun him around. Victoria wrapped her left arm his waist and slipped her hand beneath his panties. Rod felt something hard and round pressing against his virgin back hole.

"MMMMNNNNNPPPPHHH," he cried out wide-eyed. He bit down and the gag and clenched his eyes shut as Victoria continued pushing on the butt-plug. Rod snorted gasping for air as its massive bulk stretched him open wide. He pulled on his chains trying against hope to break free from his bonds. He squatted down slightly and tried to lift up his left leg. The hobble chain would only allow it to move so far. He shook his head no as his aching ring of flesh pass the widest diameter of the plug. He relaxed his face somewhat as his sphincter slid down the backside of the plug.

"MMMmmmmNNNNNNNN," he moaned when Victoria thrust a 9-inch massive black dildo into his vaginal canal. The massive phallic object filled him to capacity. After fixing his taut panties back in place, Victoria lifted up Rod's skirt and wrapped a T-shaped black satin strap around his waist. The satin strap was only an inch wide with a locking mechanism on each end. She tugged the end together with all her might until it clicked shut. She drew the last strap between his legs and pulled. Rod's hips thrust backward at the force of her pull. The black satin strap sunk deep into his slit and butt crevice drawing in his white silk panties. She nearly lifted him up off the ground she pulled so hard. The mechanism locked to the waist strap sealing the two dildos in him. It was snapped to the waist strap. Rod rubbed his aching vagina through his skirt. It was good and stuffed.

Mistress Victoria then pulled on his chain leading him along behind her. Fortunately for him, there was a service elevator. He would have found it challenging climbing the stairs in high heeled shoes (Even with the help of the medallion).

She led him to a dungeon and opened a large walk-in closet. It was filled with sex toys and instruments of torture of ever kind and description. She handed him a cloth and cleaning fluid.

"Make sure they all sparkle or you'll be punished," she said with her hand on her hips. "Be quick about it!"

When Victoria was gone, he knew he had to get the medallion off. Since the strict boned corsets would not let him bend over, he tried to reach under his neckline and fish it out. His chains stretched tight and prevented him from reaching underneath his clothing. Lowering his hands again caused the chain to noisily clack through the ring of his waist shackle. In desperation, he jumped up and down causing his chains to rattle further. He hoped that it would bounce out. It was no use. It was wedged tightly beneath the waist shackle and corsets.

Rod squealed when the vibrators hummed to life. He rubbed his legs together trying to deaden the sensation. He reached under his skirt and between his legs. He tried to work his fingers beneath the chastity belt. It was on too tight and would not budge. Rod tried to break the belt. However, beneath a layer of black satin was a heavy gauge steel band. Rod slid his fingers along the white silk covered surface of his vagina, but he only managed to do was make it worse. Tugging at his chains, Rod shuffled to the dungeon exit. It was locked. Rod snorted angrily and stamped his foot.

He had to play along…at least for the time being. Taking a rag in hand, he began cleaning the items in the closet. Every so often he glanced down at his stomach. He wondered what the medallion would do to him. How would it change him? "I don't want to be a woman," he fumed silently. "I have to think of a way to get it out of there."

When the dungeon door opened, he was relieved to see Tiffany. She was wearing a long black satin evening gown. The gown had an alluring slit up the right leg allowing her black nylon clad leg to show whenever she took a step. She put her hand on her hips and looked at Rod.

Restraining her laughter, she said, "My don't we look sweet!"

Rod tried to angrily put his hands on his hips, but the wrist chain was too short to allow it. He snorted and glared at her. It was all he could do. He lifted his skirt and pointed between his legs. Tiffany saw the black satin strap wedge tightly between his white silk covered vaginal lips. Rod grunted and pointed. Then he pointed at his belly where the medallion lay imprisoned.

"I can't remove the dildo's," Tiffany insisted. "I don't have the key to your chastity belt. Besides all the maids have to wear them. It's part of the uniform." Rod shook his head no and grunted while pointing to his stomach. "I'm sorry Rod. You are just going to have to put up with it. I've been getting fucked in the ass for over three weeks now. I think you can put up with it for a few days."

"UuuummmnnNNNN mmmmPPPHHHH," he muttered unintelligibly. "…A few days," he thought; he did not want to spend an hour like this let alone days. He rattled his chains ratted through his waist manacle when he tried to cross his arms. Once again the short wrist chain would not allow him.

Tiffany grabbed his chain and pulled him close saying, "Listen lover, I did not come this far to blow it. You are going to curtsy and play his stupid games for as long as it takes! You are going to wear panties and squat to pee and like it. You understand me! I am going to get the payday for this job. I have come too far and put up with too much to fail because you don't like being a girl! Get used to wearing panties because you are going to be in them for as long as it takes.

By the way I hope you put the medallion in a safe place. It's your only way turn back." Rod rolled his eyes and snorted. "Our original plan is down the crapper. I can get something of Larry Higgins clothing to transform you, but I can't get you out of those chains. Therefore you can't assume his identity to carry out the heist. We are going to have to adapt our plans.

Your going to have to stay dressed as Sabrina the maid and use the security ID to break in to the vault. When the police look for the thief, they will be looking for her and not you. I'll try and come up with a way for you to carry out the job. It might be a few days though so act the part in the meantime." As Tiffany exited the dungeon, she commented, "It's a good thing you don't have the medallion on. You might get stuck in that pretty little body forever."

Tiffany was gone before he could motion to her again. He rubbed the spot in his dress where the medallion pressed against his stomach. He certainly did not want to get stuck as Sabrina. His only hope was that he would eventually be released from his chains and get to remove the medallion in time.

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When the dungeon door opened again, Rod was disappointed that it was not Tiffany but Mistress Victoria. With her was a young woman looking to be around 22 years old. The girl had long brown hair. Two blue eyes punctuated a very pretty face. Her body was outstanding as well.

Rod mused, "Nice rack good butt." It strange thought for such an ostentatiously adorned maid. Rod pranced back into the closet and continued working.

"So Amanda," Victoria said circling the girl, "you want to work for us do you?"

"Yes Victoria," Amanda replied sweetly.

Victoria brought down her riding crop on Amanda's bottom and said, "That's Mistress Victoria to you."

The injured girl rubbed her bottom and said, "I'm sorry Mistress Victoria."

Victoria said, "Strip!"

"But I thought—" she began to say.

"STRIP!"

Amanda bit her lip and began unbuttoning her white blouse. She anxiously looked about the room. Rod knew that look. He had the same one when Victoria was binding him. After a second of deliberation, the girl dropped her blouse on the floor. She unzipped her jeans and pulled them down. They joined the blouse on the floor. Wearing only her bra and panties, the girl shivered from the cold.

"Everything!"

She lowered her bra straps and pulled it down. After spinning it around, she unclipped it. Rod thought, "Her breasts are perky like mine, but mine are bigger." When he realized that Victoria was looking at him, he hurried back into the closet. He did not dare look into up at Victoria.

"No Jewelry," she snapped.

"But I…" Amanda started to say.

Rod focused on his work. He did not want any of the items in this closet used on him. He hurriedly began wiping each item.

Victoria threw her a long sleeved black latex bodysuit and snarled, "Put it on!"

Amanda unzipped the bodysuit in back and stepped into it. She touched the zipper between her legs. It made her nervous. Victoria pulled up the zipper in back. Victoria held out a strange mitten. It was round like a boxing glove but made of black rubber. She locked one on each of the girl's wrists. Amanda looked at her immobilized hands with great trepidation. The girl's arms were wrapped around her chest and Victoria bound them inside a black PVC straight jacket.

"What are you doing?" the girl whined. Victoria squatted down and unzipped the crotch of the bodysuit. After positioning the butt-plug Gloria pressed it into Amanda.

"Too big! Don't!" she whined.

Victoria ignored her and kept pushing. Rod turned just in time to see black plug disappear inside Amanda's bottom. When the dildo was also inside, Victoria pulled closed the zipper to the bodysuit. She then secured the crotch strap to the straight jacket.

Victoria gathered up Amanda's hair in back and held out a black latex hood. She worked it over Amanda's head and zipped it shut in back. The hood had two eyeholes, nostril tubes and a mouth opening.

"I changed my Uuuummmmpppphhhh mmmnnnn nnnNNNNN," a black ball gag getting shoved huge black latex gag in her mouth cutting off Amanda's protests. Victoria one by one secured the web of straps around Amanda's head and locked the nexus in back. After putting ballet boots on Amanda, she was made to wear a black PVC hobble skirt. The laces were pulled so tight in back that Amanda could only take very tiny steps. After attaching a posture collar around Amanda's neck, Victoria led Amanda by a leash from the room.

Rod had to see where they were going. He had given all the items in the closet a quick going over. If he were caught, he would simply tell the truth and say that he was done.

As discretely as he could, he followed Victoria and Amanda. Through the bowels of the house he followed them. He waited outside the room they entered in a dark hiding spot. When Victoria exited the room, he slipped inside it.

Rod was stunned by what he saw. At least twelve tall cages were dispersed through out the room. Inside them were bound and gagged women. A chorus of moans and whimpers arose when they bound women saw him. Those whose hands were partially free reached out through the bars to him, but their chains held them back. Rod wandered through the room staying out of reach. "I thought I had it bad," he silently mused in horror. "I wonder how much they pay them. Whatever it is, it is not enough!"

Dread seized Rod and he fled from the room. He as afraid of joined the women in a cage. As quickly as he could, being hobbled, he hurried back to the dungeon. He peered inside the door. The room was empty. Rod sighed with relief and returned to the closet.

No sooner had he returned then Victoria called out, "Sabrina come with me. You are needed upstairs in the kitchen."

Shuffling out of the closet, Rod left with Victoria. The chef was as oddly dressed as the rest of the occupants of the house. She was wearing white spiked boots, a white latex catsuit, white corset (with built in chastity belt), long white PVC gloves, white hood, white ball gag with a white harness, and a 5-point manacle chain set like the one Rod wore. The chef glanced at him as he entered. On the counter was a try of wine and cheese. No one had to tell him what to do. Rod retrieved the tray and carried it out into the living room.

Rod entered to see Tiffany standing before Larry Higgins. He was seated in an armless sofa recliner. Tiffany gathered up her gown and pulled open a leg hole to her panties. She took Larry's manhood in hand and sat down. Rod could see the Larry's swollen manhood plunge into Tiffany's ass. Tiffany groaned as she lowered herself onto it. She wriggled her hips and then proceeded to bounce up and down on his lap. Rod was trembling with rage. He wanted to kill Larry not simply steal from him. How dare he fuck his woman! Larry motioned to Rod to come near. Rod moved forward and stood to the side of them. Tiffany cast a knowing glance at him and she moved her hips up and down. Rod leaned forward and held out the tray. Larry took a glass of wine and some cheese. He took a sip and closed his eyes.

Larry set down the glass and placed his hand on Rod's leg. He slid it up Rod's soft thighs. When he reached the center between Rod's legs, he began to rub Rod through his white silk panties. Keeping the tray stable was horribly difficult. The intensity between his legs grew by the second. Larry's hand moved faster and faster. Tiffany moaned as he rapidly bounced up and down on Larry's lap. Rod too was moaning and whimpering through is gag. A long loud moan came from Rod as he had his first female orgasm. His nostrils flared as he gasped for air. The feeling of his body and his clothing sent him over the edge again. He threw back his head and moaned into his gag. Tiffany joined his moaning and crying out.

Afterward, Larry had Rod kneel down next to them. He held the tray up so that both Larry and Tiffany could sample the platter. He was forced to watch the woman he loved sleep with another man. Tiffany was required to do everything to Larry. If it was a sex act, she had to perform it. By the time it was over Tiffany was stripped bare and covered with sweat. Rod was also working hard. The dildo imprisoned within him intensified their vibrations. He was forced to hold the tray steady while multiple orgasms rocked him. The crotch of his panties was wet and his leg felt weak. He would collapse at any second if it did not stop.

When Larry dismissed him, Rod was never happier to have anything over in his entire life. His arms ached and his legs barely supported him. Victoria gave him a feather duster. Rod dusted his way into the den took a seat. Rod's jaw ached from the gag and his limbs were nearly numb. He glanced at the black satin maid costume on his alluring female body. Rage arose within him. He violently pulled at his chains trying to break them off. He screamed into his gag, but it only came out as a muffled cry.

When he stood up, his panties left a wet stain behind. He quickly wiped the moisture off the leather chair with his hand. Strolling around the room, he began to dust. He picked up a framed photo from off the desk. It was of a little girl. He looked at her pretty blond curls and thought, "I wonder what it would be like to have a baby?" Rod set down the photo and pushed away the female instincts. "It's that damn medallion," he contemplated. "It's turning me into a woman. I'm going to be this Sabrina if I don't get away soon."

The best medicine for his souring mood was planning the heist. Small things nearly always went wrong with a con. However, things had spun way out of control on this job. In other circumstances, he would have pulled the plug and cancelled the job. These were not in other circumstances. Given his current situation, forward remained the only way out.

Rod guardedly ventured down the hallway. A beautiful brunette, in a maid costume and in chains could not discretely go anywhere. He chose a different tactic. Openly and confidently he strode down the hallway. He learned long ago that few people would question such a person, even if they happen to be a BDSM pinup girl.

In the back half of the facility, he came upon a guarded hallway. Two brawny men in dumpy security uniforms stood at the entrance. They would most certainly not let him pass, but he knew of a way that they might.

Returning to the kitchen, he loaded up a silver tray with pre-prepared sandwiches. Combine that with a few bottles of Pepsi, and he was set. Rod strode up to the guards tray in hand. The men looked at Rod and then each other.

One man did ask, "They for us?"

When Rod nodded yes, they grabbed a sandwich and an ice cold Pepsi. They allowed him to pass by unchallenged on his way to the other men. The only sound in the long white hallway was the clicking of Rod's heels and the clanging of chains. A guard seated at a desk, pushed up the brim of his hat when Rod approached. Rod could tell the man did not see the other half of the mansion very much. The man stood and took a sandwich and a beverage.

"Um…you want to serve the others?" he asked empathically.

Rod nodded yes. The man pressed a concealed buzzer and Rod used his womanly bottom to push the access door open. In the inner sanctum he strode. At the end of the hall he saw a safe. Beyond it laid his objective, all that cash.

In the original plan Rod was to have transformed into Larry Higgins. It would then be simple matter to take the cash and leave. When the genuine Higgins realized what had happened, it would already be too late. If he went to the police, the evidence would show that he committed the crime. It was perfect, but it was not going to work. Now they needed a new way into the vault.

Five hungry guards converged on Rod. Without questioning him they took the sandwiches and hungrily gobbled them down. As the men talked and joked, Rod glanced a duty roster and security inspection planner left open on the desk. Extra guards were scheduled for that night. Apparently, a charity gala planned to take place on the grounds. Nearly all the guards would be outside patrolling the grounds for interlopers or the press. It was a private affair. At the same time, a routine check of the vault interior had been scheduled. It was a weakness that he planned to exploit. The question remained how?

When Rod curtsied and turned to leave, he felt every eye upon him. The chatter of quiet conversations and sighs informed him that he had made an impression. Seeing men fall all over themselves to help him was strange. No matter how remote the odds each man secretly hoped the sexy maid would sleep with him. The type of power women had over men did not go unnoticed by Rod. In future scams, he would use it to his advantage.

Rod returned his tray and continued dusting. If someone did notice the missing sandwiches, they would blame the cook and not him. After all, he was only the maid. While dusting, he struggled to form a new plan. He considered this and that but rejected each one. The perfect plan came to him. It required only one item he could not obtain. Tiffany would have to get it.

Back in the den, Rod decided to dust the heat vents. Bending over at his hips was the only option while wearing two very restrictive corsets. The only draw back was his skirt flipped up in back and he flashed everyone.

"What a cute bottom," Tiffany said while touching him.

Startled by a hand on his bottom, Rod jumped up and spun around. He was relieved to see Tiffany. Rod held up his index finger for her to wait. He shuffled over to the desk and fetched a pad and paper. While Tiffany read, he wrote out his plan. He then asked if she could get the one missing ingredient.

"Actually, yes I can," Tiffany replied.

When Rod then told her of the medallion down his clothing, Tiffany giggled and said, "So that's what you wanted before. Let me see if I can get it out."

Tiffany inserted her hand under Rod's clothes and between his breasts. Rod patiently stood still while she forced her hand beneath his clothing. It was an awkward moment for him and her. He felt so helpless and humiliated. Tiffany contorted her face as she worked her hand under his two corsets. In the end, she only got her fingers down to the second knuckle.

"I can't get it," she grunted. "It's down to far. You are going to have to get it later when you undress."

Rod wrote, "It's been down there all day. How long do I have before I have to get it out? I mean before the change becomes permanent?"

"I don't know," Tiffany replied. "I mean I know it can happen, but have no idea how long it takes. We are just going to have to risk it."

"WE?" he said in large letters.

"Don't worry," she replied. "Keep your mind on the job."

After Tiffany was gone, Rod sat down angrily and crossed his arms. "Oh sure," he thought, "It's no problem for her. I'm the one who has walk around in a maid costume. I should go down there right now and tell her off. She can be such a bitch at times. I need to find a man who cares about me and my needs." When he realized what he had just thought, he silently told himself, "Okay…okay…get a grip on it and settle down."

The sound of approaching footstep prompted Rod into action. Grabbing his feather duster, he appeared to be busy at work. From out in the hallway he heard voices.

"Man I hate it when he has these parties," a man said.

To which another replied, "I know what you mean. It's not right that we have to work a double shift. Sixteen hours, my feet are killing me."

"To top it all off," the first man said, "We don't even get a dinner break."

The voices trailed off as they moved away. Rod excitedly hurried from the den. His plan was going to work. It had to.

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The good news was that he no longer wore the chains and maid uniform. The bad news was he now wore a metallic-blue satin playboy bunny costume complete with ears, choker, and fluffy tail. The good news was he removed the medallion, and Tiffany held onto it for safekeeping. The bad news was it might be too late. The good new was the party was perfect cover for the heist. The bad news was it was very risky and he might be caught.

The guests had arrived; the tiki torches were lit; music was played by a live band, and Rod waited atop a stone stairway and took it all in. It other circumstances, it was a party he would have enjoyed attending.

Along with his voluptuous body he how had womanly inclinations. While he could appreciate the aesthetics of the female body, he no longer found them sexually appealing. Women were competitors. They were sisters, rivals and nothing more.

Men on the other hand were interesting. Their strong arms, chiseled chests, and tight muscular bottoms were very interesting. More than once he caught himself checking out a man's butt. Even worse, he continually found his eyes focusing on the bulge in the front of men's trousers. Oh, it was less obvious than a man would be when checking out a woman, but he was still doing it. This was not an act of some sort to make his character believable. It was born of the smoldering fire of lust within. The male fire was nearly extinguished the female fire was just starting to kindle.

Rod strode down the walkway to the party. He was glad to be free of the gag. It hurt his jaw terribly. Yet the leering glances of men were worse. No part of his body was safe from their leering glances. His black nylon clad legs, shiny metallic-blue satin covered bottom, his tiny wisp of waist, and enormous satin covered breasts were lusted after by both men and women. Even though guests felt free to touch him and make jokes about him, he kept a smile on his face. He would laugh when he had the money.

Other girls were also working the party. He spotted Amanda, the girl from the dungeon earlier in the day. Making his way through the crowd, he worked his way to her.

"Hi Amanda," he said, "I'm Ro…I mean Sabrina. I saw you earlier in the day in the dungeon. You were bound and put in a cage."

"Oh I love being tied up," Amanda cooed. "It feels so nice to struggled against your bonds. Oh and I love it when I'm dominated and used. I wish someone would tie me up and punish me. I need to be punished you know."

"Oh…ah…sure," Rod replied. "Whatever floats your boat."

He was not expecting that response. The girl he saw this afternoon was not happy at all being tied up. It might have been an act, though he doubted it. She did not strike him as an actress. It was perplexing.

"Over here," Tiffany said gesturing.

Rod obediently moved to her and held out his tray. She took a snack and slipped a bottle in his hand. With no place to hide it, he was going to have to hold onto it.

Once his tray was empty, he returned to the kitchen. It was a buzz of activity. No one noticed him carry a tray of food into the house. After making sure no one was around, he set down the tray. He opened the bottle and place half a tablet in each delicacy.

There were no longer stationed at the end of long hallway. In fact, only two guards remained in the vault facility. Rod smiled broadly when he saw the vault door open.

"I have treats for you," he said sweetly.

"Oh it's you," a guard named Jeff said happily.

Alan, his partner, declared, "Hot damn, food! I am hungrier than a tick on a teddy bear."

The men did not even question his presence. He was a worker like them, and he was only a woman. What could he do?

"Thought they were going to let us starve," Jeff stated gulping down the appetizers.

"Me too," Alan said with a full mouth of food.

Spitting out crackers, Alan asked Rod, "You going to eat any?"

Rod patted his stomach and said, "These costumes are really tight. In fact, they are two sizes too small. I can't eat a thing."

"That's a shame," Alan commented. "I've seen what they do to the girls around here. I know you all are well paid, but it still bothers me from time to time."

Jeff said, "If we are done with the vault check, I'm going to lock it and set the timer."

"Go ahead," replied Alan.

Rod nervously watched Jeff approach the vault. If he closed the door, all was lost. When he approached the security panel, Jeff began to stagger.

"Alan I…I…can't—" Jeff collapsed to the floor.

"What?" Alan said and his eyes rolled back into his head.

Rod retrieved the security ID, which had belonged to Karl Wilson, and used it to access the security panel. He deactivated the cameras and alarms in that section of the building. The payoff for this job was at hand. The vault was filled with wonderful money. Setting about to work, he had to drag the unconscious men into the vault. Dragging a man, as a man, was bad enough, as a woman it was nearly impossible. He grabbed Jeff's arms and tugged with all his might. For all his efforts the man had only moved a few feet.

"Damn your fat," Rod quipped. "You guys need to loose some weight."

"I'm here," Tiffany said, hurrying up to him.

She grabbed an arm and together they dragged the man into the vault. After his partner was inside also, Rod gabbed two cash bags. The large blocks of money were wrapped in clear plastic. They filled four bags with blocks of money and dragged them out of the vault.

Rod used the security key card again. After swiping it, he set the vault door to "Secure." The massive vault door slowly swung closed. It shut with a metallic clang and then the steel bolts extended. He thought, "All that trouble for one little security key card."

Tiffany asked, "Will they be okay in there?"

"Yes," Rod said, "There is an outside air supply for just such emergencies. Now let's go!"

They dragged their money to a side door. Rod pulled up his car from the employee parking lot. After the money was loaded in the trunk, Rod slammed it closed.

"Now don't try and double cross me," said Tiffany. "Remember, I have the medallion. I'll meet you back at the hotel."

Rod grabbed Tiffany and kissed her out of habit. It was like kissing his sister. He felt her breasts with his breasts. Tiffany's body was curvaceous and soft like his. In fact, it was like kissing himself. It was an uncomfortable and awkward moment.

Clasping her hands and looking away, Tiffany awkwardly commented, "Well, I've never had girl kiss me like that before."

"You're going to be more than kissed when I switch back to my own body," he commented mischievously.

Tiffany shifted from foot to foot and looked at the ground. Normally she played along with his little game. There was a distance between them now. A wall had gone up. He knew there was one because he felt it too. It happened the moment they embraced.

"I have to get back before I'm missed," Tiffany replied. "See you later."

"Okay," Rod said sadly looking at the ground.

Rod left the estate unchallenged. The guards were trying to keep people out, not in. On the drive to the hotel, he kept telling himself that it would be okay. Once he was in his body they would be fine. It would be as hot as it was between them when they met. How could it? He had been a beautiful brunette in a playboy bunny costume. He had stood by while Tiffany made love to another man. All while Tiffany was making love to Larry, his body was yearning to take her place. Each orgasm he had as a woman drove home his new sexuality. No matter what he did or where he went he could not escape from it.

Once at the hotel, Rod tried to discretely carry in his stolen cash. He wrapped the bags in a blanket and hauled them inside the room. Part of Rod's mind was definitely still male. Men are anonymous for the most part. No one pays special notice to them. Everyone, however, notices a beautiful woman in a playboy bunny costume. Before he knew what was happening, half a dozen men were congregating around his door.

Rod peaked out the door peephole and whined, "Go away!"

Pacing back and forth, Rod bit his fingernail and awaited Tiffanies return. She kept the medallion for safekeeping. Now he wished he had held onto it. He sat down on the bed being sure to keep his legs pressed tightly together. Somehow it made him feel less exposed. Out of habit he clasped his hands together in his lap. Rod had no idea how instinctual his new body language had become. He had other concerns. He stared at the door trying to will Tiffany to knock on it.

When the knock did come, he scrambled to answer it. He sighed with relief. It was Tiffany, but she was not alone. With her was a tiny, middle-aged man in an electric wheelchair and two muscular bodyguards. One of the bodyguards carried a strange looking device. It had a ceramic cup on the top of it and a gas canister mounted below. Without asking permission, they all filed into the room.

Tiffany sat down on the bed and the middle-aged man in the wheel chair parked next to her. Rod was confused. Why was one of the bodyguards disabling the fire alarm? He did not have long to wait to have his question answered. The other guard set down the device he held and activated it. A blue flame roared to life heating the metal pot.

"I bet your wondering who I am?" the man in the wheel chair said.

With his arms folded very tightly and his hands hidden, Rod replied, "Yes I am!"

"I am Larry Higgins," the man said matter of fact and pushed his thick glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"You can't be Larry Higgins," Rod said, pulling his shoulders back and pursing his lips.

"Oh but I am," he replied. "The man you think of as Larry Higgins is an actor. I pay him to play me." Larry held out his right hand in a stop gesture. "I know what your going to asked next. Why, and what has this to do with you?

Let me tell you a story. Over twenty years ago now I lived in the mansion you saw. I had no security guards then. I was a rich but honest investment banker. A thief like you broke into my home. I had no money in my house. It was all in the bank," Larry explained emphatically. "I tried to tell him that, but he shot me anyway. He thought I was lying. I managed to survive my wounds but was left in terrible shape. Tiffany's mother was and is a good friend of mine. She and Tiffany came to Las Vegas and nursed me back to health.

I swore that I would get my revenge on the man. In my workshop at home, I made a gold medallion. Tiffany's mother performed some magical incantation on it. I really don't understand how she does it, but I know it works. You're proof of that. Anyway, the man who shot me was already dead. He was killed during another home invasion. I was robbed of my revenge. What was I to do?

Even though she was just a little girl, Tiffany came up with the answer. She said, 'Stop other bad people.' It was so profound. I love that about her. Her mother and I and eventually Tiffany set out to do just that. In the beginning we simply found thieves and used the medallion on them. It was not enough. I decided that, since I was doing a public service, I should be able to make a profit.

I created this outlandish story about myself." Looking at Tiffany he said, "Be a dear and show Rod." Tiffany opened one of the moneybags and took out a block of cash. She slit it open and took out a stack of hundreds. She threw it to Rod. Only the bill on top was a hundred dollar bill. The remainder were blank strips of paper.

"The money in my vault at home is simply a lure. The promise of great wealth draws every low life scum like you from across the country. All of them are looking for the big score.

You see Rod, or should I say Sabrina, we knew about you all along. We have been following your loathsome career for years. I'm afraid you've done some very bad things to people.

Tiffany is the best of all my girls. She entertains me so. You remember Karl Wilson? You turned him into that lovely girl named Kelly. Anyway, he was a thief like you. He actually got a job working for me as a security guard. I suppose he was casing the place. He was much more cleaver than you. He was patient and calculating. I couldn't have him around. Tiffany had you take care of him for me.

Oh, I love watching the video of you with her in that hotel room. I love the look on Karl unconscious face when you erased him. Then when you had sex with him and turned him into a woman; it was so entertaining," Larry belly laughed. "I could see Karl vanish. Don't feel too badly for Karl. He was a killer you know. He gunned down a poor elderly couple in Dallas. You're lucky Rod that you are so cleaver and smooth. He would have killed you as soon as look at you."

Rod asked, "You had camera's in the room?"

"This room, Karl's house, the hotel, the house, and everywhere else had hidden cameras," Larry snickered. "I saw everything you did," he said pointing at Rod. "I love the look on your face when the reporters showed up. It was priceless." Larry was laughing so hard he was crying.

Tiffany said, "The real Laura, whose luggage you stole, is back in Kansas. We replaced the poor girls clothing free of charge. I took her place. I was the Laura you met and made love to."

"Isn't she good," Larry said, catching his breath and drying his tears. "You know if you had simply left with Kelly the next day after you made love, I would have let you go. You two would have lived happily ever after. You couldn't do that though. There was all that money to be made. I know what you'll say. You were in love with Tiffany. Let's be honest, you were in love with the money not her.

So when you left to take Karl's place. Tiffany set up the next phase. I loved it when Tiffany made Kelly a sex machine. You looked so pathetic when she wanted more and more sex. It was wonderful. When she made you tie her up and spank her, I thought I would die laughing. You had such as bewildered look on your face.

I know what you're thinking. Why do all this? I mean it was over twenty years ago that burglar put me in this chair. I do it for two reasons. First, I do it as a community service. Scum like you must be kept off the street," Larry said pointing at Rod. "The second reason is profit. I sell most of my changeling girls. It brings in quite a bit of money. I can custom tailor a girl for a client. The girl you look like now was just such a person. I sold her years ago; however, I admit that I miss her. She was so helpful around the house.

What I do to a criminal like you depends on what he or she is guilt of. If he is a murderer or such the like, I wipe his mind and make him a bondage girl or some such thing. That girl you saw by the name of Amanda, she was actually a man and a rapist. With Tiffanies help mind you, he came up with the bright idea of using the medallion to turn himself into a woman. He figured he could change back into being a man, rape a woman and then change back into innocent Amanda. Can you imagine that?

If I am dealing with a child molester, well…you don't want to know what I do. If he is a thief like you, I change him into a beautiful woman. I train her to be a domestic servant of some sort and sell her. For the thieves like you, I usually leave at least a tiny part of their memories left intact. I want them to remember what they did to deserve this."

Tiffany handed Larry a gold medallion. He held it over the glowing red pot and dropped it in. Rod lunged forward to try and catch it, but it was too late. The medallion fell into the pot and immediately began melting.

Larry commented, "There's a peculiar thing about these medallions. I must have over forty of them. However, once you used a medallion to change yourself, you must the same medallion to change back to your original form. Only then can you use another one." Larry looked at the pool of gold metal in the pot. "I guess you won't be changing back now."

Rod cried out, "You can't do this! It's not fair."

"Fair! You DON'T want fair," Larry commented heatedly. "You have committed many crimes! You stole desperately need money from little old ladies! If they were to prosecute you for all your illicit deeds, you would spend the remainder of your life in prison. Fair would mean life in a six by four cell with the occasional gang rape in the shower to break up your day."

Calming down, Larry said, "Let's review your current situation. You can never change back to being a man. You, as they say, are stuck wearing panties for the rest of your life. Also, I have more than enough evidence to send you to prison for theft. My security system recorded your misdeeds in my home. Since you never physically hurt anyone, I am giving you an option. We are going out to my limousine. We will give you fifteen minutes to think it over. If you come out to the limo, we will NOT send our evidence to the authorities. In exchange, you will agree to serve me the rest of your life as my maid. It will mean the uniform, the chains and all the rest. Because of the magic, you will live a very long time as a young beautiful woman. However, you will never be free. Otherwise, you can go to prison for twenty to life. You would still be young when you got out, but I doubt as pretty."

Rod flopped down in the chair in astonishment. Larry, Tiffany and the guards filed past him. The guards carried out the moneybags and the smelting pot. He watched them get into the limousine one by one. The rear door was left ajar and a black satin maid's uniform hung over the opening. Rod considered running. They might not catch him. Where would he run? He was broke. He drove an old car and only had a playboy bunny costume to wear. All of his male clothing was gone. Tiffany had taken them and nearly everything else that he owned. It was checkmate, and he knew it.

Rod wearily arose from his chair and walked out the door. He shoulders were slouched and his head was bowed. He lifted the maid uniform from off of the door and stepped inside the limo. Larry slammed the door closed behind Rod.

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Sabrina, formerly Rod, wandered around the house dusting. Most days she wore a satin or latex French maid uniform. Chains and a chastity belt were routine adornments.

Tiffany was on to other assignments for Larry. Every so often she would bring in a new girl for processing. Before Sabrina could get to know the girl, she would be sold to some international buyer.

Kelly had her mind reset to a normal psychological profile for a young woman. Her memories of having a supposed twin sister and of them making love were erased. Posing as a matchmaker, Tiffany married Kelly off to a man from Boston. Sabrina was told that Kelly had a set of twin girls. Although she was happy for Kelly, she could not help wonder. When she was still Rod, what if she had run off with Kelly, before Tiffany got to her the next day? They could have been very happy together. Those babies might have been hers or Rod's as the case may be.

She wondered whose punishment was more severe. Was it hers or Kelly's? Kelly had a new life with a loving husband, but in a way, Kurt, the man she had formerly been, was executed. When Kelly was born, Kurt vanished or died. It was not death in the conventional sense. He was simply erased. Sabrina, on the other hand knew who she had been. It was all terribly difficult to comprehend. Rod Chester was a different person than Sabrina Chester. Oh…she had all his memories. However, they were distant and dry like a biography. Life for her really started when Rod changed into her. She was a new person, or so she like to think. Yet she still felt a lingering guilt for the crimes Rod had committed. He had caused a lot of suffering.

She had plenty of time to consider what happened and where her con went wrong. It was ironic. In the final analysis she realized, Larry Higgins was the real master of the con, and Rod Chester was the mark.

  

  

  

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