The Gentle Touch

by Peter Joseph

II

 

Though I was asleep, I was working a lot of things out. As only you can do in a dream, I kept going over and over my fateful decision in drinking that mixture.

Surely it will not happen – I kept telling myself.

Maria is not a brute.

I had memories of that sleep, with buzzing vibration on my body, pampering, being moved. I did not want to wake up.

The pungent odor of smelling salts agitated me out to see Maria and feel her comforting hand on my forehead.

"It isn't? Is it?" I asked

"I am so sorry dear, you gave us your instruction and it has happened"

"Now you must get up. You have a very big day ahead of you!"

I stumbled up, barely keeping my balance as I reached for the bathroom door and Maria turned on the light.

I saw this figure before me: a replete female, shapely and endowed with a bewilder look on her face.

"No, it can't be"

"It is Petra. It is you.

There were now mirrors all around the room and I could look at myself forward and aft.

Alluring Petra! And what the market demands!

I stood transfixed, not gazing at the reflection before me, but reflecting on memories of what mirrors had forever instructed me. It was schizophrenic confrontation!

"Good God! Where can I hide" I heard myself utter.

"You must move on Petra. You had nowhere to go where you were. This is your only chance to knit your soul to your body.

"Now into the shower! You have a big day"

I did as I was told, accepted Maria's help to dress, allowed her to apply make up and walked up to the house as she pushed me from the door.

Sheepishly, I opened the kitchen door and timorously edged in.

"Fantastic Petra! You exceeded again" said Susan. "You have been the complete champ at every turn. You were magnificent with Maria. Congratulations!"

I hardly heard what she said, and sat down to the steaming breakfast prepared.

"Let me wind back Petra" she said as she flayed the key board to produce a recording of my first appearance before Sylvia at the Gentle Touch.

"You scared the crap out of me when you first came in, but then I thought and realized that you were what we were looking for.

So I got on line to Maria and Beth and sketched the stills!

I saw myself wide eyed and ranting, then half the screen stood still and an art program widened my hips, reworked my butt, filled out my chest and softened my features.

"It was all there" said Susan "You were the one we had work shopped for"

"Not only did you shape up, but your responses were just perfect. Let me show you pool side when first you donned that blue shift".

"It was a big ask for a robust male, but you did it and your butt filled it out and drove them mad. Your responses have been just great, humble, frank, susceptible and magnanimous. Just the right mix!"

"And then, when Beth was dressing you. Look at the tears of resignation fall as your male illusions and vestiges were laid bare. You can't imagine the viewer response!"

"But here we are. You are eating your breakfast and we have to get going soon. You have an awesomely big day ahead of you Petra."

I finished my eating and Susan had me up, repaired my make-up and I found myself walking down the street to the bus stop.

I was distracted by the movement of clothes on my body and the bounce of my now ample bosom and barely reacted to the wolf whistles, car horns but did start when I was patted on the butt. And it happened twice before I got on to the bus.

I found it hard that this fellow was standing over me as we rode into town. He was barely concealing his wish to peer down my dress.

The more I blushed, the less he concealed his purpose. The more he leered at me. My blushes must have been luminous but worse, I felt heat in my vulva.

Susan saw it all and started to laugh

I caste a desperate look and she laughed all the more.

Alighting from the bus, the leery one gave me a parting pinch and left me gasping for breath

The InternatRelationsCorp was an impressive building. Galleries shops and restaurants on the ground floors, offices for the next ten and accommodation for the next seven....

InternatRelations was Beth's company. It was a conglomerate that did Foreign Relations security work, international commerce and aid with a variety of other legal and commercial departments.

We caught the lift to the third floor, went through security and up to Beth's office on the tenth floor.

We had to wait awhile. She was a very busy person.

"Thank you for coming down Petra. I have the contract you signed with Sylvia. I believe it has been discharged, and to your satisfaction. May I write 'discharged' across it and receive your signature."

I signed the discharge.

"We are in a new phase, we need a new commitment Petra"

"This is our offer:
1. We sign over to Pete Joseph a three bedroom apartment on the seventeenth floor of this building.
2. We promise to build you a web data base business in the course of the year, and predict it will be netting you 80,000 by year's end.
3. We provide you a new vehicle, one that you will enjoy driving and a place in this car park for its storage.
4. We promise to deliver Pete Joseph back in tact in twelve months.

This is what we ask of you Petra:
1. We want you to quickly build the dBase for us.
2. We ask you to comply with the requests of Sylvia and Maria and to carefully consider their advice to you.
3. We ask you to assist with the modeling of our new Petra line of clothing.

"I had no problem accepting that offer Beth. Where do I sign?"

"I know you trust my associates Sylvia and Maria, but I will fill out details of the second clause later today!"

I signed and Beth called in an associate Charles to brief me on the program.

Charles was a rather pert fellow, not highly masculine and with an inclination to avoid looking you in the eye.

Beth droned on, "With Susan's help there was an image on the computer of me, poolside wearing the dark blue shift."

"There was a spectrum of colors and as each hue was pressed, the shift colour changed."

"The measurement options arose: from shoulder to elbow, from shoulder to waist, the bodice, the waist, the bottom, inside leg measurement…."

"Each had to be completed before the order is complete"

"It is an ordering program Petra. With your help, the record will go straight to the cutting computer and we anticipate the completed order in DHL hands in twenty four hours."

"You have been built for the Petra Line. There are four basic garments that with different matching-ups and a range of scarf's, provides a quality summer ware budget wardrobe. It interlocks with our last year's Charlene line, also so there is infinite variety"

We ask you to model because the Christian Dior waif model does not inspire the girls in the office, the one out and about, the one studying.

We want bulk product that bypasses the shops with their massive mark-ups so those in Indonesia on the sewing machines, who will get the garment to DHL will be the major beneficiary.

Your job is to mediate the data in, with the credit card payment, the cutting and sewing and the DTL tracking.

It is simple in the overview. I want you to come with me to Sumatra next week. We want the glitches out and you will need to see it on the ground.

"Charles here does the graphic and Susan provides the images. Your job is to organize the data. We need it done quickly."

"Later today, Sylvia will get you to model the four designs. Charles has already completed the pattern software, so the cutting program will fractionally adjust to all shapes."

"That is your job! Now I am going to ask Charles and Susan to show you your accommodation – which you are to take up tonight"

"She leaves me breathless" said Susan as we left Beth's office. She is so precise and covers so many angles.

Charles took us to the thirteen floors to what he called the 'Viewing Apartment.' He told me this would be my temporary accommodation until mine is fitted out.

It was a Bed-Sitter with a big circular bed and TV camera's monitoring every part of the room.

"It was used for selling the apartments. People will not drive to see, they want to see it on line, at any time of the day or night. It has been wondrously successful, for most of the apartments have been either sold or rented out – the anti terrorist folk have taken quite swag, they do their training here."

"Well we will have to leave you now Susan. Sylvia has a hanger you're your clothes in the cupboard. She will be by to pick you up in ninety minutes. Have a bath, and relax. You have your modeling assignment from 3.00pm onwards, followed by a dinner with an investor and then coffee with another prospect at 8.30pm followed by a session with your swimming instructor at 10.00pm. You do have a big one today.

"I must have been looking a little bleak, because Charles wrapped his arms around me and whispered: "don't fret my dear. It is not all that bad. You will get used to it. Tomorrow we will have a good day working together. Don't think too much. Just let it happen."

I was surprised by his sudden effusiveness and in my surprise looked him straight in the eye.

I was surprised to see he was teary and his warmth made me feel good.

I kissed him on the cheek as Susan dragged him out the door.

I stood there. First time I had had silence since before the Gentle Touch. First time I had stopped since this whole change process had begun.

I looked at myself in the mirror.

I kicked off, first my right shoe then my left. It felt good to be dramatic!

I unzipped my skirt and kicked it off too.

Then I undid first the top button then the others and ran it off my shoulders on to the floor.

"Oh my God. Look at those melons" I heard myself say.

There would have been stirrings in nether regions had they not been stripped!

I undid the bra and let the melons fall. They did not fall far; I was a self supported lady. "Oh my God, I see what they mean"

I dropped the undies as well and took a seat and just focused on the image I saw in the mirror.

I cupped under my breasts and lifted them up. "Sensitive little sods aren't they" I said.

I ran around the nipple with a wetted finger. "Yes, I said. They are!"

I felt the fury parts and took the mirror from the cupboard so I could look around the corner.

It was not like feeling a dick. You had to search for the sensitive part. It felt much the same, but it was different not having that little mate sitting there, looking at everything, demanding attention!

I opted for the bubble bath and found myself attempting a masturbate. "Oh shit, this is obscene I said. It is like touching up another while it is me all the time."

I held my breasts one in each hand and wriggled them around. I practiced opening my legs.

I saw that I still had a bit of my dick that was yet to be sucked into the vagina. "That should keep me out of the meat markets for a time" I sighed

"Do I want the meat market? Am I to be a fuck factory?"

"This is going to be a very hard year" I sighed!

I might have slumbered a trite, because I heard Sylvia at the door and went dripping wet to let her in.

"Oh my God," she said looking at me. "You are lust's fantasy. You had better gird your loins or you will be bothered twenty-four seven!"

She dressed me all the time telling me what to do on the modeling platform. "You will be okay, you coped in ceremony. It is the same type of aplomb you need for modeling. You will be a natural! Forget they are there and know they will be lusting – the women because you have some of your male strength, and the men because you have the corners and curves our focus groups defined as their need."

"You will be modeling the four garments. You will commence with the formal gear, then to the 'night on the town', the going to work and the 'round the home'. The last, the slip will show your charms to maximum effect."

Too much had gone on for me to be anxious. I did the walk, taking it slowly, talking myself so I was relaxed and smiling as I reacted to the crowd's appreciation.

As I returned to Sylvia for the last time, and she undid the wrap around skirt, and I walked back in the shift. I could feel the crowd reach poise and give an audible sigh. I got to the end of the walk, stood still it to build up audience tension, then slightly bunching over my clenched fists bent inwards inward to my breasts, I then slowly pirouetted, looked to left and right and opened my hands bestowingly to all. They went berserk cheering and I bowed each way as I left the walk.

"Marvelous stuff," said Sylvia. Once again, you have Gsumped us all!

Beth was quick to usher us from the auditorium to the Restaurant and there we sat, Beth, Sylvia, Samarinda and I.

Simply the best said Samarinda, you slayed them, especially with that final imparting gesture. I don't dare interpret it's meaning

"It was part bestrewing part bestowing Petra and it seemed like you were making a clean breast of it" said Beth with laughter.

"It looked like a gesture of acceptance, acceptance of your lot. Of that I am sure" said Beth

"I don't know what it meant" I said, "I just did it for a lark."

"Whatever you meant, Petra" said Samarinda "it came to me as and acceptance, a welcome and conferring and I was very warmed by it."

"You have come a long way Petra. You are remarkable to have your act together so well. It has been such a journey."

"I am still on the journey and every turn has brought new curves. I am lucky to have stayed on the track."

"But you are in no way Up Tight. It seems that you have your rocks in place."

"Figuratively, very wrong, but apart from the smart, I have had to let go and let it happen because too much has happened too fast. I could never be in control."

"You are very attractive and this brings its own challenges. A scintillating woman can upset a fellow's balance and he can act rashly."

"Explain what you mean"

"Well you sit before me with a most marvelously shaped chest. I am supposed to sit with you not noticing. If I look too hard, I am said to be wrong. But what is a poor fellow to do, you are genuinely disturbing my equilibrium,"

"Oh my dear, I never imagined I would be a source of discomfort. Should I dress differently so as not to upset....?"

"Whatever you wore Petra, you would have the same effect on 99% of us. You are a blow-out and will need coping mechanisms."

"What would I need to do to cope with you?"

"Well I am tempted strongly to touch your breasts Petra."

'Then do so Samarinda. If I disturb you so, what else could I do"

"With that he ran his hand over my peaks and across my valley."

"I see what you mean" I said "That tremored."

"We can talk of this later. Thank God for your bountiful stance, this will be learning on the job for both of us."

As the meal neared an end, Beth suggested that I take Mr. Samarinda to see the river and the city lights from my apartment.

We all adjourned to the elevators and Mr. Samarinda followed me to my flat.

We sipped a chardonnay while we looked down on the city lights.

"Can we resume, turn around Petra so I can look over your shoulder and see those glorious breasts and as he slid his hand down my dress I felt my legs go limp

He pushed my straps down and the dress fell to the floor.

He was an experienced operator and had me screaming in no time. I felt my eyes bulge as he entered me. I thought they would pop.

It was unbelievable and he kept pumping and pumping me. I thought my head would blow before he came.

And when he did, he dropped a bucket.

"Oh my god, I was tingling from head to toe. Nothing can match this!

He lay gasping. I gotta go. If I went again, I would blow an artery.

You were worth it Peta. Completely virginal in a double, double whammy sense. Worth every cent! Magnificent

He dressed to a degree, and pushed his way out the door.

I lay there bathed in his cum. I still felt a tingling all over, but I got myself to the shower and moved it along, for I feared I would be late for my meeting with Sylvia and the Philippine gentleman Mr. Davao

Sylvia and Davao are talking about dress marketing and hardly notice my arrival,

I sit next to Mr. D and he puts his hand on my shoulder to welcome me.

I feel the tingling start all over again, so when he puts his hand on my thigh under the table, I meet him and raise the stakes moving to touch his cock.

Somehow the talk with Sylvia ended quickly and I find myself in the elevator with my hands on him and his on mine, we only got two feet inside the door when he was down on and into me, threshing madly.

I heard my self gargle.

Then he was up and out and away.

I lay there breathless and realized that I was expected imminently in the roof top pool

I popped on the two piece navy Speedo togs and with the white toweling, took the lift to the top floor.

He was there sitting on one of the blocks.

"Petra, you should try and do a kilometer that is sixty laps of this pool.

I would like you to do three batches of twenty, building up the pace in the second ten of each.

I set out and did the first ten in reasonable pace and then stepped it up for the next ten.

He joined me for that last ten and paced me, stroke for stroke and though I tried to keep up with him, he pulled a body length in front for the last lap.

We both hung on to the end of the pool gasping breath. I was gasping and he was finding my heaving breasts a distraction.

We pushed off for the next twenty and much the same ensued and again he pulled away a body length in the last lap.

He was not so cocky this time for it hurt him, and as we pushed off for the final twenty I resolved to heat up the pace for the last twelve or so laps. I did just that and we were fair flying for the final six laps. I put the pressure on him and felt him wilt. So I lifted the stroke again and I knew I had shaken him off my back. When I glided in to the wall he was half a lap behind.

He was in discomfort, so I went over and put my head against his, and lifted his arms to my neck so I could hold him up

There we clung to one another, each taking huge breaths.

As he gathered himself his focus was once again to my breasts and he slipped my straps so they hung loose.

The tingling returned and I thought I had better move it along.

So as he fondles, I slipped my togs, reached for his dick and guided it into my vagina and start him off with the thrusting,

I work him hard until he comes and then I reach down, take and don my Speedos and kick off the wall to do another six laps

I see him pull up from the pool and sit there looking at me when first I tumble turn.

On the next turn, he is out of the water and when I cruise in for the sixth, I only have the opportunity to wave at him as he goes out the door

I drag myself out, and sit on the edge.

What a fucking day, I think

I decide to think no more, analyze no further and just get my head on that pillow

I slept with the depth of a champion and was awakened with the faces of Sylvia, Beth and Sylvia standing over me

"You would never believe…"

"We do believe said Sylvia. You were magnificent, we saw it all.

"You sliced through the preliminaries and let them get through to the action."

"They paid big money to be with you, and each thought they should have paid more."

"The internet viewing audience was enormous, with playback and downloads, our budgets were woeful underestimates. The auction for you was also through the roof. They thought of you as the greatest virgin and then some more."

"We can increase that payment I would like you to sign off and agree to all this that has happened. It is all over now Pete. Only repays from now on. The on-line viewing of your transformation ended tonight!"

  

  

  

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