IDA: THE MANAGER’S SECRET                           by: Roy Del Frink

 

It’s me again, the fellow who manages the IDA agency. I’ve been in business for nearly three weeks, and by now I’ve seen everything. Well, almost everything. Just yesterday, I had my first female customer. Let me tell you about it.

She walked up to the front desk, a raven-haired beauty in a red dress. Her shoes were matching flats. She strutted towards the front counter in a most sensual style. I felt aroused by her. Every single movement made me feel more passionate. Of course, I can’t possibly get TOO aroused while I’m working, so I let my receptionist Colleen handle her. She asked, "What is your name, ma’am?"

"I’m Polly," she replied. "And I’d like an escort."

"But you’re a woman," Colleen protested. "We don’t have any male escorts. Well, we do have a couple she-males, but if anyone sees you with any of our ladies, they’ll assume you’re lesbian lovers or something. You sure you want that?"

"Oh, I don’t mind. I’ve been considered gay much of my life, so I’m used to it."

Immediately, I suspected something was different about her. I told Colleen to take over the shop for the night, so I could talk with Polly personally. Colleen was glad to oblige, and prove just how responsible she was. (She’d never done this before. Thankfully, she dealt with it without any trouble.)

I asked Polly if she’d be willing to see me in the backroom. "Sure, why not?" Polly asked me. Then I took her back. She was a beauty, all right. Black hair all the way down her back, finally settling in an appeasing, slightly curled manner at her thighs. Her breasts were about an F-cup, large but not obscenely so. When I stared at her lovely brown eyes, I knew she was special. Her pretty face, her well-built body. She was the perfect woman for me. I purposely decided not to use any spells on her (the wizard’s code forbids me to cast any spells on someone you’re courting until you tell them about your abilities), but even so, I thought she’d love and, I knew I wanted her . I wanted to kiss her luscious lips, massage her smooth skin, fondle her breasts, touch her in the-

I had to bring myself back to reality, or face the possibility of sexual harassment. I asked her, "So, do you find me attractive?"

"Sir, you are most fortunate I’m bisexual, for I think you’re one of the most handsome men I’ve ever met."

"Would you like to spend the night together at a nearby motel? I’ve got something I’d like to explain to you about."

"Sure. You look like my kind of man." She drove me to the Night of S-Inn in the red-light district, and we found a room with hourly rates. We wanted it for the whole night, though, so I paid up for ten hours. Since it was 8PM, that would last us until dawn. And my IDA money would pay for it. We were ready to get down to business, but Polly remembered what I’d told her earlier. "There was something you wanted to explain to me?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah," I replied. I took off my shirt, revealing my broad, square shoulders, and my well-worked pectorals. I could have picked up a hundred pounds easily, even without my magic spells. Then, hesitating, I asked her, "Didn’t you want to rent an escort."

"Honey, you’re my escort tonight. And I’m really lucky cause you were free," Polly purred. I knew we would shoot fireworks tonight. Now I unzipped my pants, and removed them. My muscular thighs and strong thighs were now visible to Polly, who adored them. I showed off all my beefy, strong body to her, except for the groin. I worked up the courage to remove my boxers and -

Polly shrieked. Loudly. So loudly, I don’t think anyone at the S-Inn could have missed it. "My GOD, what is THAT doing there?" she asked me. She was pointing at my vagina. Yes, I have a lady’s genitals. And no penis.

"That’s what I wanted to tell you about, miss. It all started back at my wizardry school. Yes, I’m a wizard. I was studying at Wizard University in an alternate dimension. My favorite teacher, Wiz (as we called him), was lecturing me during my Transformology course. I majored in Transformology, you know. In fact, it was Wiz’s expertise in changing men into women that got me interested in Transformology in the first place."

"Wait a minute," Polly interrupted. "By any chance, does Wiz own a shop called ‘Spells We Sell’? Or something like that?"

"Why, yes. How did you know?"

"I’ll tell you later. Anyhow, continue your tale."

"Yes. At my Transformology course, I was learning about how to alter just portions of the human body with my magic. Phil Gallagher, the class meanie, smacked me on the head and asked, ‘So, a good wizard can alter only PART of the body, eh? Watch this!’ Right then and there, he chanted, ‘This young freak in front’s a major wussie. Take his manhood and make it a pussy!’ And BOOM! I became like this. The class was astounded. Wiz had to interrupt his lecture, and gave Phil an extra homework assignment as punishment for disrupting the class. He originally had to turn a frog into a toad, but now he had to turn a second toad into a frog as well."

"Oh my!" Polly replied.

"Well, at first I found my new body disturbing, until I got the bright idea to try it out on the guys. I’d had sex as a normal male before, but lady, sex as the lady was like nothing I’d ever tried before. Some people noticed a missing bulge in front of my pants, but since my penis had always been rather small, it was hard to detect and no big deal anyway. What REALLY bothered me was having monthly periods, but I’ve gotten used to them. After I learned how fun sex can be for the woman, I decided to keep the vagina, rather than spell myself back. I’d like to become a mother someday, but I’m in no hurry. Being a wizard, I age slowly, so I figure I’ve got a good century of child-bearing years ahead of me. Maybe someday I’ll find a guy who’ll be a willing father, but until then, I’ll just content myself with sex. And I’m also the first male in history to experience lesbian sex without a full change in gender. Some guys are jealous at me for that, but I manage. I also have the full works of lady-like things such as birth control pills, dildoes, and maxi-pads. Actually, the whole experience has been a boon to me. I think this is what’s helped me become so understanding and supportive of the ladies in my service."

"Yeah, I’ve heard all about that," Polly replied.

"My biggest disappointment, though, is that we’ll never be able to have sex. At least, no the most basic kind, intercourse."

"Don’t be so sure of that," she winked at me. "I’m glad you’ve got that thing down there. Look at what I have!" She removed her dress to reveal her soft, smooth skin. She was wearing a lacy pink bra with demi-cups that didn’t cover the nipples. Polly also wore matching panties and garters. Her heaving breasts thrust in my direction, capped by hardened nipples the size of baby carrots. When she removed her bra, they started jiggling in my face. Then she took off her shoes and hose, snapping the garter belt off in the process. I rubbed my hand down her creamy, hairless legs. She looked like a real catch, the kind of woman any man would love to take home. Then she removed her panties, and I saw IT. The one male thing I didn’t have. It was tied between her legs. She undid the binds and let it whip free. It was seven inches long, and quite erect.

"Whoa! This has been a night full of surprises. Tell me, how’d you get to be this way?"

"Simple, really. I was born a male named Paul. One day, I met the Wiz at his store, and I told him I wanted more sex appeal. So he gave me a special pill that was half pink, half blue. He told me to swallow it after I got home. So I did, and I became what you see now. Isn’t it amazing what quirks fate can cause?"

"Sure is. Now enough words, it’s time for action!"

That night, I had the most amazing sex of my life. I won’t bore you with the details, but I must have came five times before Polly did. We did just about everything a she-male and a "he-female" (as I like to call myself) can do, many of them two or three times. Now that she knew my true identity, I did a quick aural scan for her personality type. And let me tell you, Polly’s awfully similar to me! Of course, I want to court her in the old-fashioned way first, but I’d like to marry her and bear her children. In the meantime, I think I could hire Polly as an alternate, in case one of my escorts gets sick. Look out world, I’m in love!

 

THE END

 

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