Incubus

by Jennifer White

 

Greg Rosemont sat at his computer, staring across the office at Donna, and smiled. She saw him, waved, and smiled back. After years of pursuing her, they were finally dating, and things were going great. Better than they had with any woman he had ever been with. He knew in his heart now, that she was *the one*. The one he had waited for, all his life.

He felt like he could tell her about anything, and he did, with one exception: Gina. Now Greg had told Donna about women he had dated before her. He talked about girls he had dated when he was in school. Gina was the only secret he kept.

Not because of what he had done with her, but for another, far darker reason. He hadn't been Gina's boyfriend. No, in the past he had *been* Gina.

 

Greg had been dressing up as a girl for as far back as he could remember. He had sisters, so it was easy to get all the skirts, makeup, bras, panties, shoes, jewelry, and accessories he needed. If one sister noticed something missing, they'd naturally blame one of the other girls for 'borrowing' it, so he never fell under suspicion.

By the time he moved into his own apartment, he had quite a collection for himself. Now, free to move about the house in full dress, he added a high quality wig, long fake nails, a special padded girdle to slim the tummy but also shape and pad the hips and butt. He bought high quality breast forms, and he got so good with the makeup that he was able to achieve a great level of illusion.

He took the name Gina, after the first girl he ever had a crush on, back in elementary school. And almost every day, he would dress up, and 'become' her. A few times, he even ventured out of the house as Gina. He went and had glamour shots taken, posing seductively on a couch, as the photographer snapped pictures of him through a soft focus lens.

Greg had been so enthralled with the photo shoot, that he dared to go to a bar afterwards for a drink and a cigarette. But once there, something happened that put a bad scare into him. A man tried to flirt with him, but he brushed him off. Then another. Then a third. The third one was very persistent, and finally Greg felt so uncomfortable, that he left the bar, and drove home. The man looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't place him. Yet the thought of a man saying "I love you" to him was such a shock that he couldn't take it.

"Come back Gina!" yelled the man as Greg ran from the bar. "I'll find you again some day, my love!!!!"

 

In his heart, Greg knew that he had gone to far. His only interest was with women, not with men. And so, he decided that as much as he enjoyed it, as much as it aroused him, he had to give up 'being' Gina for good.

He called the photo shop, and asked them to destroy the photos and the negatives. He threw out the breast forms, the wig and the padded girdle. He boxed up all of the women's clothes, and donated them to the poor, along with the makeup and the accessories. The jewelry from his sisters, he snuck back into his parent's house, leaving it in a box in the attic when he was up there 'to get some of my old books'. The girls would find it one day, and be elated.

So now he was rid of Gina, and his past as her was all but forgotten. That had been years ago. And he had Donna now. He had found the woman of his dreams. He was happy now, and the future looked bright, indeed.

 

* * *

 

Greg came back from the mail room with two piles of mail. One for himself, and one for Donna. He dropped off her mail to her, and talked for longer than he should have! But what did it matter? Everyone in the office knew they were an item now. They agreed to meet for lunch, and he returned to his desk to get back to work.

The mail contained the usual. Invites for seminars and briefings from vendors who wanted to sell him something. There were some internal memos he would have to deal with, and a returned expense report he filed, forgetting to attach a receipt that accounting needed. He muttered a curse under his breath, and started to dig through his desk to find it.

He gave up after a while, and turned his attention to the large brown envelope he got from the mail. It had no return address, which was strange. He was curious what it might be. Probably a ploy to sell him something. He opened it up, and pulled out the contents.

Imagine his utter shock and dismay when he looked at it and saw the worst thing he could ever imagine: it was his glamour shot as Gina. He had never seen it, since he had asked the shop to destroy the film. How had this one escaped? He stared at it, and blushed with embarrassment. He couldn't let anyone see it! He had to shred it right away.

It *had* turned out very lovely, and with the soft lens and lighting, it really did look like a woman in the shot. It was then he noticed that there was also a note inside the envelope. It read:

 

Dear Gina,

At last my love, I finally found you again! You broke

my heart the night you ran away from me, but now we will

be together again.

Meet me at 12:00, at the bar where we last saw

each other. Or do you think that Donna would like to

find one of these pictures sent to her as well?

Deepest love,

Peter

 

 

It hit him like a ton of bricks. There were so many implications! This Peter was the man from the bar, all those years ago. And Peter was still in love. Yet, the letter was addressed to him as Greg, so this Peter *knew* that Gina really wasn't a woman. In fact, he had to know that he was really Gina!

But more than that, Peter also had to know details about his life. Peter knew where he worked. He knew about Donna! And he must have known that Gina was no more, since he had quit dressing up. He knew nothing about Peter, yet Peter seemed to know so much about him!

And on top of all that, he wasn't above using blackmail to get what he wanted. Greg looked at his watch. It was 11:40. It would take a full 20 minutes to get across town to the little bar. He ran out the door, jumped in his car, and sped off.

 

* * *

 

Donna paced around her desk, waiting for Greg. He didn't return her phone call. He didn't answer his cell phone. He wasn't at his desk. He had stood her up! She couldn't believe it. He was normally so nice, but now he was a total jerk to her. She stomped off to the cafeteria, to get a salad and eat with the girls. How dare he stand her up like that!

 

* * *

 

Across town, down by the railroad tracks, was an old bar. The hardwood floor looked like it dated from the 1950s (and had hardly been cleaned sense). It was dark inside, even for lunch. The bar itself was crowded with mostly businessmen having their classic 3-martini lunches.

Greg's eyes took a little while to adjust to the light. His face turned pale when he saw the dark eyes staring at him from the booth in the corner. That face was burned into his mind, from the terrible incident. Greg's knees felt weak. But Peter stood up, and waved him over.

"Gina! After all this time, I have found you again my love."

Greg sat down, not knowing at all how to react to a line like that.

"Look" he said. "First of all, I'm not Gina, and I never really was. That was just a costume. That wasn't me. I am *not* Gina."

"To me" said Peter, "you are Gina, and you will always be. It took me so long to track you down!"

"How did you do it? And how did you get ahold of that photograph?" asked Greg.

"I did both things the same way. You didn't notice me when you being photographed Gina, but I was one of the people helping with the lights. I was the one helping to make you look perfect for your photo shoot."

"But I told them to destroy all the negatives!" said Greg.

"Oh, they did. I just stole several of your sexiest photos, before they were shredded. They shredded your whole file in fact, so it took quite a bit of detective work to go back and figure out your secret identity. Finally, last year, I was able to access the financial records in the computer. It took that long for me to hack in!"

Greg was stunned, speechless.

"Once I had your account record, I found your old apartment. Then I traced you to your new condo. Being so much in love, I wanted to know everything about you before we met, like your lovers name, your parent's mailing address, your sister's names, and everything. Now I have all that, and now I have you."

 

Greg was beside himself with shame, anger and fear. He tried again to get out of the situation.

"Look" he said, "I haven't dressed up like that since the night of the photo shoot. Don't you get it? I don't do that anymore! Secondly, I only go for women. I've got one now, as you have discovered, and we are in love. Thirdly, you have no right to those pictures, and you have no right to snoop on me and my family! You tell me you love me, but you've been going behind my back, spying on me? And you threaten me with blackmail?"

"That's just Greg talking" said Peter.

"You're damn right. Greg. Me!"

"Don't worry Gina. I'll help you quiet him, so that you can be in charge again."

"Stop calling me Gina!" said Greg.

"Please be quiet" replied Peter, "I'm talking to *her*. I saw her emerge on that couch. That was no man posing. That was *her*. And I'm going to help bring her back."

"You can't bring back what doesn't exist!" said Greg angrily.

"Oh Gina, I love how your eyes smolder when you're mad. I love you, and I want to be with you. Don't be angry with me. I only mean good with all I've done to find you. Here, I have a present for you."

Peter handed over a box. It was wrapped with glittery white and silver paper, with a white lace ribbon tied up in a bow on top. Greg didn't want to open it of course. It was an insult to him.

"Can we please stop playing games now?" he said. "I have to go back to work. There is no Gina. You can't have what you're looking for. She doesn't exist."

"Soon enough, she will again" said Peter. "Now open your gift."

"No" said Greg, standing up to leave.

"All right" sighed Peter. "I bet your mother would love to see your sexy photos. I like the one where you're in the stockings with the garter belt. She would like to see that, wouldn't she? And I bet that Donna would love to know how you look in a little black dress, leaning over to show off your gorgeous cleavage. Go ahead and leave me Gina, and I'll just mail them out."

"No, please, you can't!" said Greg.

"Then open your gift, my love" replied Peter.

Greg sighed. He had no choice. He sat down, and unwrapped the gift. Inside, there was tissue paper folded over, and sealed with a heart shaped sticker. He pulled it apart, and looked inside. There he found a red satin bra and panty set. He hadn't worn anything made for female since *that* night. Now these were for *him*.

As much as he didn't want to have it happen, Greg felt himself getting tight in the crotch. He was becoming aroused from the thought of wearing the lady's underwear. He stared at them, as if he was looking at a box of scorpions.

"Now Gina, you will go into the rest room, and you will put them on. You will wear them underneath your clothes. And they will be on you tomorrow when you meet me here again for lunch at noon. Now go and change into them. Unless you would prefer that I start mailing out some letters...."

Disgusted, Greg took the box, and stormed into the men's room. He was so upset, that he felt like crying. How could this awful man being doing this to him! He didn't want to be Gina anymore. That part of him was dead and buried! But this nightmare from the past had caught up to him, and now he was being forced to being down the feminine path again.

He took off his shirt, and put on the bra first. Feeling that straps over his shoulders brought back so many memories of him as a boy, wearing his sister's bras, and how wonderful that felt. The soft cups sat there empty, and he shuddered thinking of how he used to own fake breasts to fill them out.

Now he put his shirt back on, and removed his pants. He dropped his boxers, and put the panties on. They were so soft, so silky, and they fit so snugly against him! As he was cradled in their softness, he got hard again, fully aroused. He hadn't felt this excited in years. He didn't want to feel excited by the clothes, but he couldn't help it. His mind said no, but his body said yes.

He put his pants back on, and went back out to the booth. Peter smiled.

"Show me your bra strap" he said.

Greg pulled his collar to the side, so Peter could verify he was wearing it.

"Excellent Gina. You're on your way back now."

"Why do I have to wear these?" said Greg.

"You need time to adjust to being Gina again" replied Peter. "The more you wear them, the move that will help bring her back out in you. I will make her stronger, so that *she* becomes the dominant personality in you. Your days as Greg are numbered. Soon, you will be Gina, completely."

Greg was too stunned to answer.

"You had better leave now, so you're not late for work."

Greg looked down at the shot glasses full of whisky on the table that Peter had been drinking. He quickly poured himself one, and slammed it. He *really* needed a drink!

"See you tomorrow my love!" called out Peter. "Don't forget! 12:00 noon! I'll be waiting for you!"

Greg left with his tail between his legs, and hurried back to work. Today was going very badly. Very badly indeed.

 

Back at work, as Greg walked in the door, he saw Donna at her desk. Then he realized: he missed their lunch date! She was going to be really angry at him.

"Donna, I'm so sorry, something came up and..." he started.

"You've been drinking!" she said, disgusted. "You told me you were giving that up for me!"

"I'm sorry, it's been a terrible day."

"Well, you can forget going out for dinner tonight too then, so you can think about what you did to me. You just didn't think about me, and now you betrayed my trust by drinking!"

 

"That went very well" mumbled Greg to himself as he returned to his desk. In just a two hour period, his past had come back to haunt him, a man had told him that he was going be turned into Gina, he was drinking again, and Donna was pissed at him. Wonderful.

 

That night, things were even worse, as Greg had nightmare after nightmare. He dreamed that he was dressed as a woman in the office, and everyone was looking at him and taunting him. He tried to hide it, but boobs kept popping out on his chest, or a purse would appear in his hands. It was awful.

He woke up in a cold sweat, again and again. He fell asleep again, but this time, he had an even worse dream: he was in bed, wearing a satin nightgown. In the dream he woke up to find a man on top of him, in the process of making love to him. In the dream, he was a *real* woman, in every way! He *was* Gina. Then he woke up for real, sitting up to make sure he didn't fall back asleep.

This dream shook him so much, that he couldn't get back to sleep, for fear of having another similar dream. At 5:00, he gave up, and went to take his morning shower. He read the newspaper as he sipped his coffee, sitting around in his bathrobe. At 7:00, it was time to get dressed for work.

The newspaper had taken his mind off his problems for a while, but now as he was about to get dressed, he realized that he needed to put on the bra and panties again, so that Peter didn't carry out his blackmail, and send out the 'Gina' pictures to everyone. How would Donna feel about him if *those* arrived in the mail? They way she was in a snit now, she'd dump him for sure.

So reluctantly, he put them on, then dressed in his man clothes. He felt like every person he saw that day could see right through his shirt, and wondered if they could tell that he had a woman's underthings on. He blushed red again and again.

He ducked around seeing Donna all morning, so he wouldn't anger her anymore. He went out at the appointed time, to go and meet Peter. He would try to end it all, before he got any deeper into it.

Peter was waiting there again, the same booth in the corner. Greg sat down, and wiped the sweat from his brow.

"Ah Gina, how sweet it is to see you my love" he said. "You're my gift I can see."

"How can you tell!" said Greg in a panic, looking down for something that showed.

"I can tell" said Peter, with a knowing smile on his face. "Remember, I know everything about you Gina. Here, I have a gift for you."

He handed Greg a small box, which he opened without arguing. Inside was a bottle of perfume.

"Here, lets see how it smells on you" said Peter, spraying a little puff of mist onto the back of Greg's hand. "Ah, that's a pretty scent, as lovely as a fresh spring day."

"Look" said Greg. "I guess I didn't make myself clear enough yesterday, but I can't do this. I'm not going to become Gina for you."

"Ah but my dear, you have already started" he replied with a smile. "You cannot stop it now. It will take some time for you to adjust to becoming her again, and so I'll let you get away with just wearing your new underwear for a few more days, although I highly recommend that you go buy yourself a few more pairs panties. Unless you want to wash them every night, you can't just wear the same ones all the time."

"No! I'm not doing this. Go ahead, blackmail me. I'll just call everyone and warn them. Then you won't have any power over me, and I can be free."

"We both know you won't really do that" said Peter. "Besides, you *like* it that I'm turning you into a woman. Soon, you'll start having dreams again where you are female."

"I already have" said Greg, letting it slip.

"See? I rest my case. You're further along already to becoming Gina than you are willing to admit. Meet me here again on Friday. You'll of course be wearing your bra and new panties. But you'll also have your body hair shaved off, so I can give you your next present. Oh, and I am tired of this game of arguing. As you can see, I know everything about you. I know what you do. If you don't obey me, I can make things very uncomfortable for you. When you return to work, you'll see your price for arguing with me again."

Greg tried to pull away, but he was trapped. There was nothing he could do. And what had Peter done at work? He was terrified now. This was really a living nightmare. Almost as bad as his dreams.

 

Back at the office, things did get even worse. With Donna.

"Where were you today?" said Donna.

"Um, I went to lunch with a guy I know" replied Greg, in a half-truth.

"Don't you realize that today is three years since our first lunch date? And you completely forgot? Wait a second, hold still."

Donna crinkled her nose, and took a smell.

"Perfume! I smell perfume on you! You weren't with a guy, you were with a woman!"

"No Donna, I swear!"

"Then maybe you can answer me this. Why is it that I got a note in the mail today from a customer, and they asked me to relay a message to you. 'Tell Greg to say hello to Gina for us'. Gina? Who's that? I know your customer list. She is not a customer. And she's not one of your sisters. Who is she?"

Greg was completely flustered, and become defensive.

"I didn't tell you about every single girl I ever knew" he said. "Why are you being so petty and so jealous? I haven't done anything!"

"Yeah, you did nothing. Nothing but hurt my feelings. You saw another woman, and won't admit it to me. You stood me up for a date. You forgot our anniversary. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were a typical guy who decided he wants to get out of a relationship, before it gets any deeper. Is that what you want? Is it?"

"That's not true!" said Greg.

Donna started crying.

"I don't feel like I can trust you right now. Maybe we had better back off a bit, and take a break before decide if we have a future."

Greg was completely crushed. In just two days, since he met Peter, he had almost lost Donna already. Peter had set this all up. The perfume. The letter about Gina. He knew which of Donna's buttons to push, and he knew how to get at Greg.

Greg realized that if he did continue to argue with Peter, that he could do a lot of other things he would hate. Peter could find a way to get him fired. Peter could send things to his family, to alienate them. As Greg stood there, just staring blankly, it started to set in just how much he was in Peter's clutches now.

 

That night, Greg had the same dreams again. Even the one where he dreamed he was a sleeping woman who awoke to find a man making love to her. Gina was starting to take over his dreams, and they were all nightmares.

Knowing he had no choice, Greg wore the bra and panties he had bought the evening before. He took Peter's advice, knowing that if he wore the same ones for days on end, they wouldn't stay very nice (and they would smell)! It had been almost humiliating to enter a women's lingerie store and buy things for himself. He blushed. He had been blushing a lot, lately.

With his new creamy white bra and panty set in place under his clothes, he left for work. Donna kept her distance from him, and he knew better than to try and talk to her while she was fuming. He was getting more used to wearing the bra under his shirt, and he didn't feel the same sting from every stare.

 

The next day, he wore his blue set, which included thong panties that he found particularly sexy. He tried to talk to Donna, but she pretty much blew him off. So he had his tail between his legs as he went to lunch to meet Peter.

"Gina, you've got your blue lingerie set on today. Excellent!" he said.

"How can you possibly know that?" asked Greg.

"I have ways. But lets not waste time with such trivial. I have a present for you!"

He handed Greg a white box with a pink ribbon. Greg unwrapped it, and pulled out a tube. He didn't recognize the product name, and it wasn't from one of the major cosmetic brands he was familiar with. He looked up at Peter unsure of what to say.

"Its breast cream" said Peter. "You apply a dab to the area around each of your nipples, and it soaks right in. It contains all the right female hormones to trigger breast growth. You won't see any results for the first week or so, but then your boobs will start to grow. For real. Think of it Gina, you're going to have *real* boobs. No messing around with breast forms anymore. No need to stuff your bra. You're going to be stacked."

"But I...." started Greg.

"Now, now, remember what we said about arguing with me?" warned Peter. "Anyway, you'll put that on every night before you go to bed, and in the morning before you put on your bra. Now that you've shaved your chest, and your skin is smooth, it is thirsty, yearning to soak in all of those wonderful female hormones. Before you know it Gina, you'll be stacked!"

Greg was almost shaking, he was so upset. If that was true, then people would start to *see* that he had boobs. And he really would need a bra. It would also kill any last chance with Donna. If he did this, it would alter his life forever.

"And why aren't you wearing your perfume I gave you?" said Peter, pouting his lips as he asked the question.

"Donna smelled it on me, and thought I had been with another woman."

"She is of no concern now" said Peter. "You two are over, as you can tell. She'll never take you back. In fact, this is what you're going to do. The intern from accounting is named Andy. You will talk to him, and have him follow you to Donna's desk. You are going to tell her that since you two are over, you want her to be happy. Tell her that you know that Andy has the hots for her. And then say that you want the two of them to hook up together."

"You want me to set up Andy to start dating Donna?" asked a stunned Greg.

"Precisely! You will do this today. You will set the two of them up. You know how much Donna likes having sex every day. You are doing this to make her happy."

"I can't do that!" said Greg. "She's everything to me."

"Not anymore Gina. Soon, *I* will be everything to you. You will love me, as I love you Gina. You don't need Donna anymore. She's just baggage. When you have become a woman, what use would you have for another woman?"

Greg was just speechless. This was too much. He just couldn't do this! No matter what the threat that Peter had, he just could not do it.

"No" he said. "I can't do that! I love her too much."

"You *will* do it" replied Peter coolly. "You have no choice. But you disobeyed me. So you will receive punishment."

He reached under the table, and Greg could hear some beeping.

"I just broke into your e-mail account with my Blackberry. I just sent Donna a note. Look in your mail log at what was just sent. It looks like it came from *you*."

Greg pulled his wireless device out of his jacket pocket. It was a cell phone, and also let him have access to his e-mail and office applications. He looked at his mail log. There was an e-mail, from just a few moments ago, that indeed was sent to Donna. It read:

 

Dear Donna,

I need to confess to you: I have been acting bad because I need

to break up with you. You were right. The reason I'm leaving you, is

because I have decided that I am going to live my life as a woman, and

it isn't fair to lead you on anymore. I was dating you, and all this time

what I really wanted was to *be* you.

I will talk to you more when I get back from lunch. I'm with the

man I'm going to marry, once I've completed my transition to womanhood.

I'll show you the cute bra and panty set I'm wearing today. And I'll give

you a surprise.

 

All my love

Gina (the man you used to know as Greg)

 

(P.S. I haven't told anyone else yet! You're the first!)

 

 

Greg was just shaking. He had to read it three times to be sure he believed his eyes. How could such an e-mail have gone out to Donna? Didn't Peter realize what this would do to him?

"How could you?" said Greg.

"No matter how much I warn you, you continue to argue with me. I am simply living up to my word. If you don't cooperate fully, you will *not* like the consequences. Now tell me Gina, are you going to do as I say, and introduce Andy to Donna?"

"Yes" he said, in a whisper.

"Good girl" said Andy, nodding.

He bowed his head. He was defeated. Now he knew even more that he just could not go against what Peter asked of him. He thought that it couldn't get worse, but it just had.

"Smile Gina" said Peter. "You're such a pretty girl. You look nicer when you smile."

 

After lunch was done, Greg felt downright dizzy as he drove back to the office. His life was just getting worse and worse. He could feel the tube of breast cream in his jacket pocket. He was going to have to start using it that night, and then he'd grow boobs.

Once as a boy, when he really wished he could have been a girl, that would have been just about the most exciting thing in the world for him. But now, it was a terrifying prospect. He pulled into the parking lot full of doubt. He was weak in the knees as he walked into the office, and over to the accounting department.

There he found Andy, and he asked Andy to follow him. They ended up at Donna's desk, and she looked up, surprised to see both Andy (what had been flirting with her ever since he started working there), and Greg together.

"So this is my surprise?" she said to Greg, which told him right away that she had read the note. She knew now, that he was becoming a woman. She just didn't know that it was all against his will.

"Donna," said Greg in a shaky voice, "I want you to be happy. I know I can't please you anymore, and I know that we're done. So I'd like you to meet Andy. He really likes you, and I think the two of you would make a wonderful couple."

"Greg?" said Donna. "Are you sure about this?"

"I just want you to be happy" he said to her, then he turned to Andy. "She's all yours."

Greg went back to his desk, and tried to work, but it was hard, as he was fighting back the tears. Every now and then he looked up at Donna, who was shamelessly flirting with Andy. It made him feel even less of a man, that he couldn't have kept her. Just what he needed: something else to make him feel more like a woman.

 

A few hours later, Donna came over to visit him.

"The conference room over there is empty" she said. "Why don't we go in to talk?"

He followed her in, knowing she was no longer his. She shut the door, and they sat down next to each other, at the long table.

"Greg, how come you never told me you really wanted to be a woman?"

"How *could* I ever tell you that?" he replied.

"I guess it was hard. Tell me, did you mean what you said in the e-mail? Are you really wearing a bra underneath that?"

She reached over to touch his shirt. A look of surprise crossed her face, and she pulled her hand back to cover her mouth.

"You really are wearing a bra" she said, stunned.

"Panties too" said Greg, deciding that now there was nothing he could do, and that he might as well admit the whole thing. Donna's face changed to a caring look. She put her hand on Greg's face, then ran her fingers through his hair.

"I still love you Greg" she said. "And I always will. I know we're over, and we'll never be together, but I will always feel something for you in my heart. Even if you do go through with this and become a woman. I just want to let you know that I'm here to help you. As you start your transition, I'm sure there will be difficult things for you to face. I'm here, as a friend, and as a woman, so I can help you through."

"Thank you" said Greg, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Here" said Donna, taking off her watch. "I want you to have this, so that you've always got a reminder that I'm your friend, and I'm here for you, all the time."

Greg let her put the watch with the slender band and tiny little face, onto his wrist. Anyone looking at it would be able to tell that it was a woman's watch. But he knew that he'd always wear it, because of her.

 

Donna left him, and Greg was left to wonder how it had happened so fast. His girlfriend was now a supportive friend, who wanted to help him with his transition into womanhood. He didn't feel like he could work anymore that day, so he jest went home.

 

When Greg was ready for bed, he took off his clothes, and his bra, leaving the panties on. As instructed, he took out the breast cream, and applied it to his chest. He watched it soak in, and imagined the hormones inside it making his breasts start to pop out. How long would it be? Soon, he'd have boobs.

He fell asleep, into the same dreams as the past nights. In his dreams, he was a woman.

 

* * *

 

On Monday, Greg met with Peter for lunch, as usual.

"No hamburgers today?" said Greg, looking at the salad at his plate.

"You need to start eating like a woman, Gina" replied Peter. "Starting now. By the way, that's a lovely watch. I'm so glad you're adding feminine things on your own. It means a lot to me to see how much you've accepted your feminization. The more you help in the process, the easier it will go."

Greg looked and started to eat his salad.

"Starting today" said Peter, "you'll be making a few more changes. You won't be cutting your hair or your nails for some time, because you're going to let both of them grow out to be long."

Greg nodded glumly as he ate.

"Next, you're going to the store tonight. You need a nightie to sleep in. What kind of woman wears just her panties? And you need a casual dress to wear around the house, for when you're doing chores. But first, I have some gifts for you."

Greg looked on as Peter handed over several boxes. He opened the first box, and looked at the contents. Shoes.

"Those are women's shoes, in a size large enough for you" said Peter. "Now they look neutral enough, that the guys won't realize that you're wearing a woman's shoe. But some of the girls have enough fashion sense that they might pick up on it. But that's okay, because I'm sure Donna is telling them all about you now. I'm sure almost every girl in the office already knows that you're well on your way towards becoming one of *them*. You will of course put them on now, and always wear them."

Greg swallowed, and opened up the next box. It contained two blouses.

"You'll start wearing those instead of your dress shirts" said Peter. "Again, I doubt that any guy will notice you have a woman's blouse on. And the chicks already know about you. So what difference will it make?"

Greg looked at the silky material, and couldn't believe that he was going to have to wear it into the office. With great trepidation, he opened the third box. It contained cosmetics, of all descriptions.

"Starting tomorrow morning, you'll be wearing light makeup to work" said Peter. "Not enough to really show. Just a light foundation, a tinge of blush, perhaps some eyeliner or a beige colored eyeshadow. Not enough to stand out. Once you've adjusted to wearing makeup every day, you can start with the lipstick and the mascara. I bought you some nice subtle colors that will barely show. And look at all the nailpolish I bought you! You're going to love that hot pink color."

Wear makeup in to work? Greg felt weak. He didn't want to eat anymore. He was going to have to go into the office wearing a blouse, women's shoes, and makeup? He tried the shoes on right away, as Peter instructed, and indeed the did fit perfectly. Peter told him to throw out his men's shoes, "since you won't be needing them anymore."

 

That day at the office was tough, looking at all of the girls, and wondering if it was true that Donna would have been telling all of them about him. With every time somebody looked at him, he got a paranoid feeling that they knew too.

But the next day was worse, when he came in wearing makeup for the first time. Makeup! On his face! He could smell it, and wondered if anyone noticed. Nobody said a word, and nobody seemed to look at him any differently than normal. But again, he felt paranoid.

And he hadn't thought of one thing: with the women's blouse, the material was much finer and more sheer than his normal men's cotton dress shirts. That meant you could clearly see the outline of his bra underneath his blouse! He had to keep his jacket on the whole time, so nobody would see.

 

The phone rang, and Greg picked it up.

"Ms. Rosemont, Donna is on the phone for you" said the secretary.

"Thanks Janie" said Greg, "put her through."

It was only then that he realized: his secretary had called him *Ms* Rosemont. She knew! Somehow, she knew! Greg felt like he was shrinking in his chair. Now at least two people at work knew about him!

"Hi Donna" he said.

"Hi" she replied. "First of all, I wanted to thank you for introducing me to Andy. He is really nice, and we're having a great time. And now that you're a girl, I can even gossip with you too. I'll tell you this, but you've got to keep it just between us girls."

"Sure, what is it?" he replied.

"Andy is *awesome* in bed. I've never come so often, or so hard! And he can go all night. I'm just in heaven! I feel like I'm walking on air. Ooh, thank you so much! I just had to tell you."

"Um, you're welcome" said Greg, feeling even lower now.

"Listen. You never told me one very important thing. Once you complete your transition, what is the name you're going to go with?"

"Gina" said Greg.

"Gina. Very lovely. Miss Gina Rosemont. Listen, do you mind if I start calling you that now? I mean, you've got a ways to go, but I need to get used to it too."

"I guess its okay in private, but not in public please."

"Oh sure Gina. I'll be careful. I've only told a couple of my closest girlfriends about what you're doing. And Andy of course. I couldn't keep a secret from my little lover boy. Anyway, I've got to run. Catch you later Gina. Let me know if I can help you with anything. Oh and by the way, those are cute shoes you have on today."

She hung up, and Greg was aghast. Now Donna was calling him Gina too. And she had told Andy about him! His secretary was calling him 'Ms', and he was wearing makeup. He felt so weak and powerless, that it made him feel even more like a woman. And all this was before his daily meeting with Peter, who was sure to dish out something more.

 

At lunchtime, as he feared, Greg was given new instructions by Peter.

"Why Gina, look at you! I haven't seen you looking so pretty in quite a while. That makeup does wonders for your face. Listen my love, there are a couple of things we're going to do today. We're not going to eat, but you can have a diet protein bar in the car as we drive."

"Am I driving, or are you?" asked Greg.

"You are. Turn left, go a mile, then right at the stoplight."

Greg followed Peter's directions until the arrived at a jewelry store. Peter told him to get out, go inside, and return with his ears pierced.

"What?"

"You heard me Gina. You need to get your ears pierced. Also, get yourself a gold necklace, with a heart pendant. Now go! Hurry! We don't have all day!"

 

When Greg returned to the car, his ears were pierced, with diamond stud earrings in place. He wore the gold chain around his neck, tucked in below his blouse.

"When you start wearing blouses with plunging necklines, people will be able to see your pretty necklace. But for now, you can hide it if you like. But I don't understand why you're trying not to show these things off. Everyone knows you're not a man anymore."

"Where do I drive to now" was Greg's only answer. Peter had him drive a few blocks away, to a day spa.

"And what are we here for?"

"You're getting a bikini wax. Brazilian."

 

* * *

 

Over the course of the week, Greg's feminization was sped up by Peter. By Friday, he found himself taking female hormones along with his vitamins every day, wearing mascara for the first time, and painting his nails in a shiny pink color. He wore a girdle under his suit, and it helped make it look like he had curves.

But perhaps the most intimidating thing for Greg, was when Peter bought him a gaff. It was a device that he had to put on, and made it look like he was a female. It completely hid his male equipment, tucking it away out of sight.

He needed it, because Peter said it was important for him not to have a bulge in his panties, when he went around on Saturday, in his skirt. A skirt! He bought him a skirt, and told him that he needed to wear it Sunday.

"Why?" Greg had asked.

"Because you're inviting Donna and Andy over for dinner. You're going to be the hostess. You're cooking for them. You'll serve them wine, and treat them like welcomed guests. And you'll want to show them your full feminine side. You're going all out. On Sunday, Gina will emerge in full."

 

* * *

 

When Donna and Andy arrived at the door, everything was ready. The livingroom was freshly vacuumed and cleaned. There were fresh cut flowers in the vases, and scented candles burning. Warm aromas wafted from the kitchen, where the food was cooking. Even the bathroom was newly cleaned, and prepared for company with fresh towels hanging, nicely folded.

Greg was ready too. He had on a pretty outfit, including a short light blue skirt, and a white top. He had pumps on his feet, and you could tell his legs were freshly saved. Mousse and gel had been used to give his hair the most feminine look it ever had before, and he was in full makeup. His eyes were striking, and very well done.

Not only were there diamond studs in his ears, but you could clearly see his necklace, and he wore seven small bracelets on his right wrist, to compliment the lady's watch on his left. His nails were freshly painted in a medium red color, as well as three rings on his fingers. The perfume that Peter had given him hovered in the air around him like a halo.

Emerging from the kitchen to answer the door, he was wearing an apron, wrapped around and tied in the back. It was white, lacy and frilly. He opened the door, to let the guests in.

"Gina! You look beautiful!" said Donna, touching cheek to cheek and making a kissing sound, so that they wouldn't smear each other's makeup.

"Hello Gina. Thanks for having us over" said Andy.

"Welcome. Please have a seat" said Greg. "Can I get either of you something to drink?"

"I'll have wine" said Donna.

"Red or white?"

"White please" she said.

"I'll take a beer" said Andy.

 

A moment later, Greg returned, taking small steps because of the heels, and because he was trying to be careful not to spill the wine. He handed the drinks over to them.

"I've got appetizers almost ready. I'll be right back to join you. Make yourselves at home."

As he returned to the kitchen to take the crab and cheese stuffed mushrooms out of the oven, he could hear Andy talk. "Wow, he really does look and act like a chick" said Andy. "I can't believe you dated him."

"Well, I've got a *real* man now" said Donna.

Greg returned carrying a tray and three little dishes for the appetizers. He took a seat on the couch, while Donna and Andy were snuggling close together on the love seat. Greg had to be careful sitting down, since his skirt was so high. He had to keep his legs crossed, and his knees together, so nobody got a peek up his skirt. Even if they did though, they wouldn't have seen anything, since he was wearing his gaff.

"I've got to hand it to you, Gina" sand Andy. "You're quite the hostess."

"Thank you" said Greg, swallowing hard, then taking a sip of his wine.

"I also really owe you thanks" continued Andy. "You set me up with Donna. We're so happy together. This is all thanks to you."

He raised his glass, and all three took sips of their drinks. Andy turned to Donna, and gave her a big kiss. She melted in his arms, and Greg had to watch as she obviously enjoyed his touch and his closeness. Sitting there in his apron and skirt, Greg felt like he had lost the last bit of his manhood. He had lost Donna, and he had lost any semblance of being a man. If he was a man, he would stand up now, and try to take her back. But here he was, just watching her kiss him. He felt completely powerless.

"I need to go check on dinner" he said, standing up.

"I need another beer" said Andy.

"Let me come help you Gina" said Donna, who stood up too, and followed Greg into the kitchen. She had been in his kitchen many times before, but she was impressed at all he had done. The kitchen had been redecorated, and as a girl, she couldn't have done a better job herself. In the window there were a decorative jars of colored beans in oil. There were posters hung now, on what had been bare walls, with a French cafe motif. There was a basket of fresh fruit on the table, a new mixer on the counter, and all sorts of little knickknacks here and there to make everything look nicer and less plain. Even the curtains were lacy and new.

As they chatted, Greg realized something: she was treating him as if he really was a girl already. With all the strange things he had felt that day, perhaps this was the worst yet. She helped him get dinner served, then they sat down with Andy to eat.

"You know" said Donna, as dinner came towards a close, "I really want to tell you something. I hope you'll take this the right way, as a compliment. But after this wonderful evening Gina, to me, you will always be a woman. I'll never think of you as a man again. That part of you is dead. To me, you are all woman now."

"And for me too" said Andy. "It's funny, I used to think of you as a guy, but now you really are a chick. I'll never think of you as a man either. As far as I'm concerned, you're a woman."

"See?" said Donna. "Isn't he just *so* nice. I have to tell you too, woman to woman, he can really go all night in bed. He's just so yummy. He's the best little lover I ever had. Mmmmmmmm."

Greg was just numb by now. He still viewed Donna as his, but each of these little insults was just one more thing to add humiliation on top of humiliation. He was glad when they left, and he could clean up, and get ready for bed.

 

Greg was just about done, when he heard a knock at the door. He looked through the peephole, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw who it was: Peter. He let him in, and decided to give him a piece of his mind.

"How could you do this to me!" he yelled. "I lost Donna now, and she thinks I'm a woman! Look what you did to me!"

"You shouldn't yell at me like that" said Peter. "Now you'll be punished."

He pulled out his Blackberry device, and hit a button.

"There, it's done" he said.

"What have you done to me now?" asked Greg.

"Why don't you go log on your computer, and look at your sent emails?" replied Peter.

Greg went to the den, and turned his computer on. He looked at recently sent mail, and gasped as he read the note that had just gone out, under his name. It was addressed to his boss, with a copy to human resources at work. It read:

 

Dear Gerald,

I am writing to inform you officially of my status change. As you've by no doubt

heard by now, I have committed to living my life as a woman. Starting Monday, I will be

arriving in the office as a woman. I only ask that you and my coworkers respect my

choice by treating me as a woman, in ever way, from now on.

I will be taking time off this year as I undergo the operations I will need to

complete my transition into full womanhood. I need your emotional support, as this

will be a difficult time for me while everyone in the office adjusts to my new gender.

Please begin the paperwork to reclassify me as female. I will meet with you

in person Monday, so we can discuss my new status further.

 

Ms. Gina Rosemont (formerly Greg).

 

 

"You didn't!" said Greg.

"Oh yes Gina, I did. I came by to give you a nice business suit I bought for you. It includes a really cute skirt, with matching blazer, and a pretty blouse. From now on, you'll be dressing as a woman when you go into work. Oh and by the way, your breast implant surgery is scheduled for Tuesday afternoon. Don't forget to tell Gerald that you'll need to leave work early. You're getting boobs!"

Greg started to cry. His life was in ruins. Peter had wrecked everything, and now it seemed unstoppable, as he was being forced into becoming a real woman.

"Just go" said Greg. "Leave me alone."

"Sure" said Peter. "Just don't think of not showing up at work tomorrow dressed as a woman. And don't you dare miss your appointment on Tuesday. I can't wait to see you with nice big full melons, Gina. You'll look so pretty."

 

* * *

 

"Why am I doing this? Why can't I disobey him?" thought Greg, as he looked at himself in the mirror on Monday, as he was ready to leave. He was wearing the blue business suit. A woman's business suit. He was about to go into work as Gina. Now everyone would know his secret. At least they'd stop talking behind his back. Now it would be out in the open.

The day was awful for him, and he felt like a freak show, as every person in the office made an excuse to come by to his cubicle, in order to get a look at him as a woman. He didn't stop blushing all day. Lunch with Peter was actually a welcome break, to get away from it all!

The next day was no better. He felt like he was a freak show, and he was completely humiliated by the constant parade of gawkers. But that was nothing compared to the butterflies in his stomach as he walked out the door at 2:00, to head to the clinic.

Greg sat in the waiting room, fidgeting as he read the five week old copy of People magazine. They called his name, and his heart started racing. He stripped, and got into the hospital robe, which didn't cover up enough of his body for his liking. He closed his eyes, and pretended that he wasn't there, as they injected him, and the sleepiness start to pour over him, taking away his senses.

 

When Greg awoke, he was laying on his back. He could feel a new weight on his chest, and he knew what it was. Boobs. He had boobs now. D cups. They were covered with bandages, and his chest was very sore. But now he had boobs. His life would never be the same.

It took a few hours before his head was completely clear, and they let him go home. He couldn't help but to stare at himself in the mirror. He had boobs now. Big ones. They would fill out his bra, and bulge out under his shirt, no matter what he wore.

His head was spinning, and he felt like he had to sit down. He decided to look through the mail, before going to sleep. There was his Visa bill, and he was afraid at how big it would be. With all the spending he had been doing lately one women's clothes and decorations for the house, it was sure to be a rather large bill.

As he looked at the expenses, there was yet one more shock for him: along with all of the things he had bought, the itemized bill also showed all of the presents that Peter had bought for him! Peter had been using his charge card! Now he'd have to pay for all of that too!

How had Peter stolen his ID? How could he get away with that? Greg was seething, and he would really yell at Peter at lunch the next day.

 

It was so weird in the office on Wednesday, as everyone again stared at him. Now they were staring, because he had boobs. He heard the whispered conversations all around him. But now, he was getting used to it. He was too busy fuming about Peter using his credit card anyway, that he didn't have time to concentrate on being embarrassed from all the gawking.

Greg took off at lunchtime to meet Peter. This time, Greg arrived first. He sat in the usual booth in the corner, and waited for Peter. But after 20 minutes, there was still no sign of him. Maybe there was some mistake. Peter *always* showed up. Every day.

 

The next day, it was the same. Greg showed up for lunch, but there was no sign of Peter. He decided to ask the waiter if he heard anything.

"Excuse me" said Greg. "Do you remember me?"

"Of course" said the waiter. "You're the guy who every time he comes in here, looks more and more like a chick."

Greg blushed. It was stall hard to face the facts that people looked at him like that, and that this guy had witnessed his gradual feminization.

"Do you know the guy I eat lunch with every day?" said Greg.

"What guy?" replied the waiter.

 

The response drained all of the color out of Greg's face.

"What do you mean 'what guy'? The one I meet here every day."

"Look buddy, or lady, or whatever you want me to call you. You come here every day, and you're by yourself. I see you talking to yourself, and I figured you're on a cell phone or something. One of those ear pieces. But you're never with anyone."

"But he was here with me, every day!"

"Look, now you're talking crazy. You always come by yourself. Ask anyone here. Now this is getting too weird for me. Are you going to order, or what?"

"No, I just lost my appetite" said Greg.

 

The waiter swore that Peter wasn't real. How could that be true? But then, Greg started to think some more. How did Peter always know exactly what Greg had done? How did Peter know *everything* about him? Peter never showed up with Greg was with someone; he had always been alone when he met Peter.

Peter had Greg's credit card. Peter had access to Greg's e-mail account, and secret password. Peter even knew what Greg had been dreaming. How could any person have done all that? Furthermore, when Peter said to do something, even something completely humiliating, Greg had complied with him. How could that have happened? Greg didn't even try to stop it when Peter told him to get breast implants.

There was only one possible explanation. It sent a chill to Greg's heart. Peter wasn't a person. Peter wasn't real. Peter was actually all in Greg's mind. Peter was a part of Greg!

 

It hadn't been some mysterious stranger who had just turned his life around and feminized him. It had been Greg himself! He had done this all to himself! Peter was a part of him, in his own mind.

Greg had turned himself into Gina. And now he was past the point of no return. He couldn't go back to 'normal'. Ever. He was stuck as Gina now, and he was destined to become a woman, all the way. As he thought this, he suddenly got very hard between his legs. The thought of *being* a woman aroused him.

And it was at that moment that he realized who Peter *really* was. 'Peter' was between his legs. That was what had been controlling him, making him do all this.

"Good-bye Peter" said Gina out loud, as she cemented her plans in her mind. "After all you've done to me, I'm going to get rid of you. Soon, you'll be gone, discarded, thrown into the trash. I won't miss you at all."

Gina walked out of the bar, and headed back to work. She had a call to make, to rid herself of Peter forever. Soon, she'd be free of him completely, and she'd be able to get on with her life as a woman.

 

The End.

  

  

  

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