International Dating Agency II          by:  Roy Del Frink

 

Well, thanks to that altered batch of six young college men, my agency has all the ladies it needs. You’d be surprised how many men would like to hire a beautiful young lady to accompany them to a party, restaurant, night on the town, or other social function. Some of them even ask for "special favors" afterwards, which I naturally charge extra for. But my girl has to agree to it; the welfare of my employees is my biggest concern. If you cross me or one of my ladies, you’ll pay. Let me tell you about what happened last week.

A big, burly gentleman named Ross Costello hired Erin, my Irish lass, to escort him to a party. He was a brawny Hollywood actor into fancy Italian suits, complete with vests and fobs. I was also aware of how many popular movies he’d starred in during the past three decades. I didn’t trust him, and his aura gave some rather nasty vibes, but he paid me double the usual rate, and I have a business to run, so I took his money and gave him Erin for the night. Nothing noteworthy happened until Erin returned. She stared at me, fear and sadness hidden behind her big green eyes. I asked her, "What’s wrong, Erin?"

Erin wept, then tole me, "Mother MacCree, Ross was a meanie! He gave me that blarney about ‘you’re a nice gal, you’ll get far in life.’ But the party was the worst! He stripped me, tied me up with a yard of rope, then raped me in front of his buddies! I could tell the others didn’t approve, but they didn’t do anything to stop him, either. They were probably worried he’d beat them up if they did anything. I couldn’t move until he’d violated me seven times, even in me bum! Then he untied me and brought me back. I’d rather go through another potato blight then relive tonight. Faith and begorra, what am I gonna do?" Then she resumed sobbing.

I KNEW Ross would be up to no good! I tried calling the police, but nobody believed me. Time to take matters into my own hands. I looked up Ross’s phone number (I always ask my clients to place a phone number on the "rental" form), and called him. The hulking barbarian picked up the receiver and said, "Hello. Ross Costello here."

"Hello, this is the International Dating Agency. I believe you asked for out lady Erin last night."

Ross chuckled. "Yeah, that bitch was fun."

I almost lost it there. "NEVER, EVER call one of my employees a ‘bitch’! I only treat my women with the greatest of respect. And you should, too. It’s part of the customer agreement."

"Maybe so," Ross replied, "but what can YOU do about it? Call the coppers? Not likely. Even if the cops DID believe your tale (which they probably didn’t, since I’m one of the most respected men in town), I can always buy my way out of trouble. I’ve got the best attorneys this side of the Mississippi River defending me, and I can always ‘arrange’ for a good, sympathetic judge to preside over my case. Face it, chump, you can’t stop me! So long, sucker!" And then the bastard hung up on me.

I’m not going to let anyone defile the honor of my ladies THAT easily. In fact, I’m NEVER going to let anyone defile the honor of my ladies! I stared at the form again, noting the rapist lived on 435 Sycamore Lane, apartment 1612. Quickly, I teleported myself to his mansion, taking Erin with me.

"How did -" he stuttered at me.

"Let’s just say I have special powers that money can’t buy - or stop. You violated one of my escorts, Ross. I can’t let you do that."

Ross looked frightened, but he tried not to let his 300-pound, 7 foot 3 frame betray himself. "You don’t scare me," he replied boldly. But I could see the fear in his face. And read it in his mind. (Being a wizard has its perks. You’ll never be able to bluff me in poker.)

"Do you know what I do to bad men? Erin," I commanded, waving my hands at her, "I grant you a temporary memory recall. Tell this gentleman who you used to be, and what happened to you."

Erin stared blankly, under my hypnotic spell. In a mid-range monotone, she said, "My name used to be Eric Flood. One day, I walked into the International Dating Agency, asking for an escort. This gentleman over here" (she pointed at me as she said that) "said no ladies were available, but he could get me a lady all my own. So he changed me into what you see here. I used to be a 45-year-old American male, with short, thin, balding black hair, brown eyes, 6 feet tall, and a slightly muscular frame. Now I’m a 21-year-old Irish female named Erin Flannegan, with long, luxurious, vibrant red hair, green eyes, 5 foot 3, and a soft but sexy body. I wear a D-cup bra, and my waistline is about 10 inches shorter than it used to be. My new boss cares for me, and makes sure everything in my life is alright." As soon as she finished speaking, she left her trance and acted as if she’d never been male. "Blimey, what came over me?" she asked. Then she remembered. "Oh yeah, there’s Mister Hooligan over there. Get him for me!"

The demonstration spooked Ross down to his very soul, and I could see the terror on his face, even without my magical abilities. He pled, "Please, have mercy on me! Don’t turn me into no dame! I’ll never rape no sluts again! Just don’t make me a woman."

"Oh, I have no intention of making you female. At least, not TOTALLY female. But you will pay. And I’ve just realized - my agency needs another nationality. You’ll be a perfect add to my collection."

As I finished speaking, I started changing Ross. I cut him down a couple feet in height; now he was exactly as tall as Erin. Then I started to feminize his body; his shoulders rounded off. Ross lost all the muscles on his pectorals, and big fatty breasts formed. I made sure they were HUGE, as part of his punishment. I think M-cup was about right. Fortunately, I gave him just enough back muscles to stand up without trouble. They’d still get in the way all the time, though. His body was regressed from 56 years of age to 26. He lost all his wrinkles, and his skin turned as smooth as a newborn babe’s. In addition, his skin shade deepened to a light bronze. He’d never be able to bench-press his weight again, that’s for sure! Speaking of his weight, he must have lost nearly 200 pounds in his transformation, most of it muscle. Even with his big old body, Ross’s new butt and hips were larger, and had that oh-so-sexy ladylike shape. His hair darkened from gray to black, and his blue eyes turned hazel. His hair fell down to his shins, and was conveniently tied into an extra-long ponytail. Still, he’d have to take care to avoid stepping on it. His facial features became dainty and cute: high cheekbones, no stubble, dainty nose, and large, almond-shaped eyes. His eyes expanded until they dominated his whole face. So that he’d never get any bright ideas again (regarding raping or anything else), I dumbed down his IQ until he couldn’t think of anything but sex. However, I was careful enough to ensure he’d never screw anyone who didn’t consent.

One last detail: if you’ve followed so far, you may have noticed I left out some important parts of Ross’s change into womanhood. Indeed, I didn’t make him a full woman, as I promised. He looked like a female to any outside observer, and I even modified his chic suit into a designer strapless gown. All his feminine assets and whiles were visible. But one thing I left alone - that 12-inch thing that stuck between his legs. Indeed, the only change I gave him there was the ability to experience multiple orgasms. I just LOOVE coming up with new sexual cross-breeds.

When I was done, no sign of Ross remained. Instead, there was a striking Italian woman. She asked me, "Perché avete fatto questo a me?" ("Why have you done this to me?)

I replied, "Simple. You’ve just been punished for Ross Costello’s total disregard for Erin’s dignity here. You are now Rosita Cossinni, an Italian she-male who just came to the US. You work for me now, and you’ll do what you’re told. I will look after you and take care of you; after all, that’s part of my job. However, no guff out of you, or I’ll turn you back into your old form - in jail! Unlike my other ladies, you will fully recall your old male self, and why I’m punishing you. Outwardly, however, you will only act and talk like Rosita. You will want to have sex with males and females all the same - even a few combo males/females like yourself - but you can only relieve yourself when the other person consents. Otherwise, it’s celibacy for you. And you NEVER masturbate, because the Catholic church says that’s a sin, and you don’t wanna cross your beloved Pope, do you? Of course not. So prepare for a new life, and don’t forget to thank your new caretaker."

"Naturalmente. Ringraziamenti, signore gentile, " ("Naturally. Thanks, kind gentleman.") Rosita gratefully replied. I could hear the old Ross screaming in her mind, but that was part of his punishment. Rosita was all smiles, and she seemed eager to please me, our clients, and even her co-workers. This was definitely going to be interesting.

THE END

 

 

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