Northwest Bound
by: Virginia KanePart Four
After Doctor Shields left, Jamie returned to his own suite and took a long, hot, relaxing bubble bath, savoring a new appreciation for his lovely enhanced body. He examined it in a new light. It was indeed very beautiful. His breast implants, the hours of electrolysis, liposuction removal of the little fat that surrounded his narrow waist and its reintroduction to his hips combined to physically transform his slim torso into luscious curves of a woman.
He stared at his reflection in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door, facing the oversized bath admiring, searching for any flaws in his new breasts. He ran the foam rubber bathing sponge over his soft flesh, creating goose bumps on the soft mounds protruding from his chest. He never felt so good about being alive.
He didn’t have to be ashamed of his sexy eyes anymore. With his beard removed by electrolysis and the sub-dermal injections of collagen, his eyes complimented the feminine grace of his now "pretty" face. High, round curves of his sculptured eyebrows added depth to his piercing violet eyes. His now diminutive nose was a fitting match for the full lips beneath it; lips he still felt were soooo thick!
He lifted his left leg from the water and stretched it out, checking his reflection in the mirror. He was glad he remembered to put the exhaust fan on before he slid into the tub, descending gracefully into the bubbly foam. Otherwise, the steam rising would have fogged the mirror and obstruct his pleasant reflection.
Jamie thought out loud. "I could sashay these pretty legs to turn any man’s head without remorse for my being a man too. I was given a gift. It wasn’t my idea, but as long as I’m being dealt this hand, I’m going to use the talents as best I can."
He dressed with care, thrilling in his new, feminine insight. He chose clothes that he felt Geri would like to see him wear. He was more conscious of his hemline, making sure it was straight, and his nylons, carefully checking that there were no sags to despoil the beauty of his shapely calves. Putting on cosmetics wasn’t a chore to him, now. Rather, it was a newfound source of inner satisfaction. Being pretty can be fun he decided, now that he could accept femininity with purpose. Geri was sure to notice that he now wanted to put his best effort into looking as good as he could in order to please her.
There was a sprightly bounce to his gait as he walked across the street to the clinic. Men on the street eyed his long legs with gratitude for the brevity of his miniskirt. His heart pounded with delightful pangs of excitement at their obvious stares following his passing. Let them look! Let them get a good look! He was thrilled to be able to furnish them with an enjoyable view of his physical assets.
When he arrived at her room, Geri greeted him with a big smile. "You look like a million bucks, Jamie. Pull up a chair and tell me all about the big party with the ‘big wigs’ this morning. I wish I could have been there. Tell me all about it!"
"You know about the party? Does everyone?"
"Doctor Shields told me, yesterday. She said I’d probably find out sooner or later. She thought sooner would be better. I thought about you all morning. It kept my mind off of these damned stitches. I nearly died when my testicles were crushed. Getting them removed wasn’t nearly as painful, except, now the stitches won’t stop itching! It feels like I’m on fire down here." She pointed her polished index finger straight down to her groin, causing Jamie to look where she was pointing. Jamie wondered how Geri would look once she healed completely.
"Doctor Shields did mention your thinking about me would distract you. Let me tell you all about what happened. You simply won’t believe how Miss Gladden set me up for it, without me knowing a thing beforehand. I was sexually ravaged by all the top executives, until I was totally exhausted…………….." (Jamie spent the better part of an hour recanting every last detail she could remember from the morning’s orgy.)…………."And then, when I opened my eyes, I was surrounded by at least twenty people, all of whom took an active part in my denouement in some way. It was so wonderfully debased. You can’t imagine how it feels to be so totally helpless, completely under the control of others using you sexually."
"Oh, but I can! Remember? Only, my experience was not a pleasant one. It could have been, if someone took the time to prepare me to be more attractive for the rotten bastards, like Miss Gladden did for you. Instead, they saw a punkish boy who was posing as a girl. They didn’t think anyone would try to punish them for maiming a freak who was begging to be used sexually."
"I’m so sorry, Geri. I didn’t mean to remind you of that."
"No matter! That’s all in the past. Now that we’re together, everything will be fine. You’re here and that’s all that matters to me." Geri paused.
"Somehow, you changed since yesterday. You sound more confident. You better not get any stupid ideas about having surgery, like mine. The only pussy you’ll ever need is right behind those balls of yours. If you get any bright ideas about getting them cut off, I’ll have Dr. Shields sew them right back on.
You’ll need twice as many stitches as I have. Believe me, you won’t enjoy them one bit! I can’t wait until they’re healed. Stand up and come closer, honey."
Jamie did as Geri ordered, reveling in how she didn’t ask, but told Jamie to get up. Geri’s hand went under Jamie’s skirt and grasped her groin. "Your clit better be folded back under a gaff, and still there, girl. Or you’ll be one sorry bitch!"
"It’s there, Geri. I wouldn’t think of getting it cut off, now."
"You’d better not! Pull it out and let me see it. Haven’t seen a cock in quite some time. Not even a stubby one, since they removed the remnant of mine. It wasn’t attractive at all, like yours is. I don’t miss it a bit. I couldn’t use the damned thing, anyway. I’m gonna use this one soon, so you’d better take good care of it."
As Geri directed, Jamie took off the panties and gaff to show her he was still the proud owner of two cute little balls, even if Jamie’s body didn’t look like he should possess them. As she fondled them Jamie shuddered and his manhood grew, in response to her gentle caresses.
"Doc. Shields told me you like being told what to do, Jamie. Is that right? Do you want me to tell you what to do from now on?"
"I guess. She told me that I have a submissive personality. I guess that means I usually prefer to have others make all the decisions rather than me."
"Well, that suits me just fine, because I’m gonna love dominating you from now on, doll. Doc. Shields also said you like a firm hand, like mine." Geri increased the pressure of her hold on Jamie’s testicles.
"Oh, Geri. It’s perfect." Her hand kept fondling Jamie. She smiled, seeing Jamie’s eyes flutter as she toyed with the underside of his penis.
"Good! Here’s how things are going to be. I’ve had a case of the hots for you for years, Jamie. As soon as I can get word that I can out of this bed, you’d better be ready to fill my pussy with this thing, or my firm hand will turn your sweet little ass bright red!"
"Oh, Geri. I want you, too. I need you. I’ll do whatever you say."
"My pussy may not be ready yet, but these lips are. Her voice took on a gruff tone, making Jamie’s manhood grow in her hand. In a flash, her lips covered the head of Jamie’s glans. She then sucked it deep into her throat. Jamie looked down and saw why he felt so good. Her lips were tightly wrapped on his shaft. He felt their strength tighten around his cock, causing him to swoon in ecstasy. With a sudden move, she stopped and let it fall from her swollen lips.
"You still aren’t grateful enough to me to provide you with total satisfaction. You don’t deserve what I did for you, years ago nor, for what Doctor Shields and Miss Gladden are doing for us now. If you expect me to satisfy you, you’ll have to be more deserving. I’ll tell you what. From now on, let me take charge of your sexual fulfillment. If I think you deserve it, I’ll let you get all the reward you can hope for, but you’ll have to earn every bit of it.
Maybe, if you’re real good, I’ll help you with your assignments and take care of some of your randy students. You can suck then off while they nibble on what’s left of my corona. Doc Shields said it would look just like a clitoris by the time I’m healed up. Between us we can make them all "A" students.
Think of it, sweetie! You can do your job, encouraging the boys to study by giving them head while they eat me out, thinking I’m a real girl. Sometimes, we can switch places and let them stuff their poles up a ‘trannie’s’ rear entry while I let you eat my nice, new, warm pussy."
Geri tightened her grip on Jamie’s penis. "This cock is mine now; the only one I’ve got! Understand? You’ll get to use if and when I say so from now on. You’ll be happier if I’m calling the shots according to Doc. Shields. I’ve been sitting here watching some videos on how to be more assertive. I intend to become the perfect domineering wife for my little, submissive, sissy husband. Can you tell?"
"You’re so different today, Geri. I’m not used to being treated like this by you, but you make me get so hard when you act tough. It doesn’t change how I’m feeling, but I can’t help but react. I feel tingles inside when you talk mean to me."
"Well, start getting used to it. Your cock belongs to me, now. You never used it for pleasing yourself, anyway, so you won’t miss a thing. You’re better off on the receiving end with me. All you need to do is keep the boys happy with your sweet lips and back door. You’re perfect, Jamie. Perfect for your job and perfect for me.
"Are you sure you want me this way, Geri? Why in the world did you ever let those guys rape and beat you if you weren’t so submissive, like me? Why didn’t you just let them attack me, instead?"
"Simple. If you submitted to them and found out you liked being forced to have sex, I would never get my big chance to seduce you for myself. After a gang rape, you would have been hooked on being their sex slave. It was a dumb move on my part. Afterwards, I felt I didn’t stand a chance with you, with my disfigured cock. I was right about one thing. Someone soon read you and captivated you when you went away to college and turned you out. I whacked off a thousand times when we were kids; dreaming of your eyes and your delicate features and me ravishing your cute feminine mouth or butt with my cock. Finally, now, when my dreams can come true, Jamie…. in spite of….
They really fucked me over. They sure got even for the beating your brothers and their friends gave them. They left me to die, with a useless ruptured piece of flesh that could never get hard or spew cum again, no matter what I tried.
Sure, I became despondent over what happened! What would you have done? At first, all I wanted to do was to die, and I almost did. I took some drugs I was told would give me orgasms, even if I couldn’t get it up. I survived, but barely. The memory of your soft voice kept me alive, Jamie.
Yet, how could I seduce you, mangled as I was? After I was told reconstruction of my penis was impossible, but its removal and sexual reassignment was possible, I thought of becoming a woman for you, instead. I figured that when you came home from college, I’d visit my aunt to be near you and find a way to seduce you. I wanted you, more than ever. If I could look real pretty, I could romance you, I’d eventually become your steady girl friend. I’d still have a chance at you. That’s al that mattered to me.
I carefully planned how to become whatever would be the most appealing to you, Jamie. I took some psychology courses with one thought in my mind. I had to be irresistible to you. My biggest drawback was my lack of money I needed for the surgery. I’d have to wait until I earned enough to afford it.
When you graduated and left college for your first teaching assignment, my aunt kept tabs on you for me. I was already dressing as a girl full time and was getting better at it. If you saw me then, you’d have laughed, considering how we both look now, but I was determined to woo you. Then I heard you were coming here, so I applied for a job here. They checked me out, too. When they found out about my rape, they immediately accepted me for a job and suggested they would help with my reassignment surgery as well as feminine charm development.
When I first saw you in a dress, I panicked. I thought maybe I was too late, and you already had sex change surgery. When I freaked out, they sent me back to see the doctors who treated me after the rape. You know the rest. Jamie, honey, this’ll be great for us. I want you so bad. I’d do anything. Don’t you see? I already have! I know you’re submissive by nature, so I’ll be as domineering as you’d like me to be. I need you. You’re the only person I ever loved."
"I love you, too, Geri. Yes, and I want you. I want you to take control. I see that now. I need that from you. You’re right. You are perfect for me, too. I know…
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you about tomorrow. I’m supposed to go on a field trip with Miss Gladden, so I won’t be able to visit with you for a while. She’s going to show me where I’ll be teaching. They’re assigning us a trailer to live in together.
"When you’re ready to join me, I’ll have it all fixed up for us. When I get back, I’ll bring you some snapshots, if you’d like, to show you where we’ll live together. You can pick out the best alternative if they offer us a choice. I’m not so good at making important decisions. You can pick for us, and I’ll fix it up however you say. I mean, if you want to, that is."
"Oh, I want to, alright, Jamie. But, you’ll have to fix it up exactly as I tell you, or I’ll spank the belivin’ daylights out of you, as soon as I get back on my feet again. Now, turn around and bend over. Do it now. I want you to know what’s in store for you if you don’t follow my instructions."
Jamie turned and flipped up his short skirt over his rump. He held his butt out inviting Geri. She took his panties down and rubbed his buns with her hand, as he squirmed and shivered. She pulled him closer and placed a firm kiss on each butt cheek. Then, she swatted each one as hard as she could from the position she was in.
"Oh, Geri! Do that again! Please!" She did. Jamie smiled. His ass cheeks felt so warm. "More!" He squirmed again as she hesitated. He didn’t know when the next stroke would fall. When it did, his cock surged into life.
Geri spun him around, telling him to stand up straight. "Put that puny thing back between your legs. Don’t you dare touch it until I get home. Don’t let anyone else touch it either. Understand?" Jamie nodded enthusiastically.
"Tell anyone who is interested I said so. No one is to touch your cock without my permission. Geri’s orders! Now, fix your skirt and leave me get some rest. I want to dream about your crimson cheeks while I take a nap. If anyone questions you about your red buns, tell how you got them and who gave them to you, and who’s going to be in charge from now on. Leave your panties off and put on the gaff, you harlot. You stick out so much; you’ll get arrested for public indecency. Don’t try to make any more decisions. I’ll make them all from now on. Agreed?"
"Sure, Geri. I’ll tell Miss Gladden you’ll choose our living quarters from pictures I’ll take on my tour. I won’t decide on anything until I clear it with you, first."
"Good! I want you to be happy. You will be. You’ll see."
"I already am. I’ll do anything you say. It feels so good, knowing that you always wanted me. I wish I knew that you loved me so much when we were kids. I loved you too, Geri, but I didn’t know how to tell you how I felt, back then. We were so young, we really didn’t understand, and everyone told us it was so wrong to have any strong feelings toward another boy. Maybe I needed for you to tell me it was okay, first. Now, you finally did.
I’m so glad you didn’t give up on me. Otherwise, who would be here to guide me in matters of the heart, I always felt so helpless, and empty inside. Thinking back, our long daily telephone calls and chance meetings was one the thing that cured that empty feeling. Then, you were suddenly gone. I felt so lost. Now, with you as my guide, I’ll never feel alone and helpless again. I’ll be complete!"
"Go on, get out ‘a here, before I get mushy. Get back to your hotel room. When you get there, call Miss Gladden. Tell her what I said about the accommodations.
Get a camera, take pictures of what’s available, but don’t decide on anything.
I’ll make all the decisions for us later, after I see the pictures. Now, scoot!"
As Jamie walked down the street to the discount store to buy a camera, his step was sprightly, like a girl’s. He could feel his skirt sashaying across his unpantied rump. He smiled as the sensation. He relished the way his spanked bottom felt under the thin silk skirt that he feared was scarcely adequate to hide the glow on his nether cheeks. Anyone watching might detect that he had been spanked. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught rotating heads following the wiggle of his buns as he briskly jaywalked across the street, pausing for traffic to clear.
As he stood waiting in the bright sunlight, he hoped an outline of his legs showed through his thin skirt, to reward his observers with a little extra imagination spike.
When his path was clear, he tiptoed across the traffic lane, with his breasts lifting and falling to his quickened pace. The driver of the approaching car slowed down and didn’t pass until Jamie was safely on the sidewalk again.
Two older gentlemen standing in front of a hardware store smiled to Jamie as he approached. He returned their smiles and saw how their faces lit up from seeing Jamie’s recognition of them. The one wearing a straw hat tipped the brim slightly as a gesture of courtesy. Jamie continued to walk toward the discount store, with more than casual reflection on how he made the day for the old geezers. They were harmless. The brief, casual encounter gave Jamie satisfaction, knowing his figure was enticing to see, enough that these elderly gentlemen stood in awe of his crossing their path. The look on their faces alone was worth the effort he put into attaining beauty.
It was a wonderful day, so far. It began with a thorough sexual workout sprawled across the wooden sawhorse, a welcoming party with many of the people he had met thus far in this new environment, a brief, but enlightening conversation with Doctor Shields, and Geri’s directive to become her dedicated, obedient lover.
Jamie passed a corset shop on her way to the discount store. His eye caught the lovely French bustier in the display window. He slowed his pace, wondering if they carried that design in his size. The deep plum would go perfectly with his eyes. He chuckled to himself as he resumed his trip to get the camera. He might have detoured into the corset shop if it were not for Geri’s instruction. He was to get the camera, first, as she directed. He could check on the corset afterward.
The man who assisted him in the camera department was so kind. He placed his hand over Jamie’s as he politely asked what Jamie intended to do, so he could suggest a camera that would be most appropriate. Jamie liked the warmth of the man’s coarse hand across the top of his. He looked up into the man’s eyes to see the man’s reaction. He could sense the man was searching for some way to make an offer to call on Jamie socially some time. Was Jamie that desirable? The man was good looking, the right age, and oh! What was he thinking?
Jamie blushed. The man’s gaze dropped. He undressed Jamie with his eyes. Jamie recognized the signs, remembering what friends said about new prospects when they had the same look in their eyes. This was all so new. He withdrew his hand. He didn’t want the man to get the wrong impression. There was no way he could accept the man’s obvious intentions. The camera, he had to buy an instant type camera. Where was his mind? All he could think about was what this man would be like in bed. How would he react to Jamie’s hidden asset? Would he feel like he was being cheated, tricked, or would he like Jamie all the more?
"Uh, I need to take some instant snapshots of some uh, ‘cottages’. I’m going out with a friend on a house-hunting trip tomorrow. I need some snapshots to help me to later review my options before we decide. It doesn’t have to be fancy, just easy to use. The pictures aren’t going to be keepsakes or anything."
"Will you be taking more shots indoor or outdoor?"
"Indoors of the rooms, I guess. It will make it easier for us to decide, later."
"Will your husband be going with you and your friend? Maybe he should choose which camera would be best if he’s going to use it later."
"No husband, just me and my girlfriend will be staying together." The man’s soft smile widened at Jamie’s revelation. He focused on the third finger of Jamie’s left hand and his expression seemed even more joyful.
"Most instant print cameras are made for portraits or close ups. You’d get better results with a disc camera equipped with a wide angle lens." The way he said the words "wide angle" and "close ups" Whew!
Jamie imagined the man thinking about getting close-up together, but spreading Jamie’s legs out in a wide angle, first. Why was this man making Jamie so super conscious about sex? He was only selling a camera and trying to find out which one would be best. Yet, everything he said made Jamie think of going to bed with this hunk. "I’d like one that would let us get a good idea of what the bedrooms are like." Damn! What made him say that?
"With you there, any bedroom would look perfect. This model will do the job." He didn’t wait for Jamie’s reaction to his compliment. He bent down, looking at Jamie through the glass case and reached for a camera close to Jamie’s groin. Leaning too far, he reached over the top of the camera and scooped it back. For a brief instant, his hand was right at Jamie’s crotch, only separated by the glass front of the display case. The gesture was distinctly intentional. He was signaling desire by his hand motion. Jamie stepped back from the glass, feigning shock, trying to look innocent, but knowing the man could tell his action was exciting Jamie.
"Let me show you how to load the film." He retrieved a box of film, unwrapped it and stepped out from behind the counter and stood next to Jamie. "It’s easier to show you how to load from here." He set the camera down, opened the back and dropped in the cartridge. Any child could have done it. "Now, for close ups, move this little gadget to the right." Jamie almost lost his composure. It was difficult to suppress his mirth. The "big, strong man" was showing the "little, helpless lady" how to take a picture.
He stepped back and the flash momentarily blinded Jamie. The camera whirred and the undeveloped print came out the side. Jamie blinked to adjust from the bright bind spot in his field of vision. The salesman took Jamie’s index finger in his hand and directed it to move the lever to the left, retaining a hold on Jamie’s.
Hand. He moved Jamie’s finger to the shutter release. "Now you try it. Take a shot of the movie rental display case.
As Jamie lined up the shot, the salesman stepped into the frame range. Jamie depressed the shutter release and the now familiar whir automatically fed the undeveloped print out the side. The salesman politely took the camera and the print from Jamie. He waited a few seconds and looked carefully at the emerging photo. "You have a steady hand, miss. If a person moves the whole camera while taking a photo, the picture will look out of focus, blurred. This one turned out real nice, just like you."
He looked into Jamie’s eyes, waiting for a sign of recognition for complimenting Jamie’s beauty. Why, thank you. You’re very kind, and you’re attractive yourself, I might add. I’ll take it." The man beamed.
As she busied with her purse to get out her credit card, the man flipped his photo over and wrote something across the back. "If you have any trouble with the film jamming, you can give me a call. I know these cameras inside out."
He rang up the sale and while she was signing the charge slip, he continued. "I’m glad I could be of help, Miss Martini. I see you work for the mill. Are you staying at the hotel until you find something more permanent?"
"Yes, I am. I’m a schoolteacher. I’ll be moving fairly soon, but I’ll probably need more film from time to time. Perhaps we’ll meet again."
The man’s eyes lit up at the mention of "schoolteacher".
"Are you going to teach here at the school in town, or at one of the camps? If you expect to be in town occasionally, perhaps you’d lie to join me for dinner some evening? May I call on you, Jamie? I’d really like to. Please, just in case, write your room number on the back of your picture. I’d like to keep it, if I may."
"You’re very kind. You can ask at the hotel desk. You already know my name."
Jamie turned and walked away from the man, fighting the gnawing urge to look back, leaving her picture behind on the counter for him. If Jamie had eyes in the back of her head he’d see the man staring at Jamie’s ample tush as he walked out of sight. After she left the store, he immediately threw his hands up in the air, and mouthed a silent "yes" up to the ceiling.
Jamie stopped in front of the corset shop. She had to have that bustier. The girl at the counter took one look at Jamie’s eyes and reached down. "A size ten?"
"Yes, I believe that’s right, uh, tall."
The girl brought out an elegant box, opened it and unfolded the tissue from the exact same garment Jamie saw in the window. At that moment, the door to the store opened and in walked the salesman from the discount store. When he saw the contents of the box, his eyes bulged, and he had difficulty speaking.
"I,,, I,,, we, uh, forgot about film. Good thing I remembered it in time to catch up with you, miss…uh…."
"Jamie. Did you forget my name so soon?"
"No. How could I forget?" He continued to stammer and look furtively from Jamie to the box and back again. Jamie could see that he was intrigued with what she was planning to buy. This could get interesting…. The man’s pants showed finite evidence of his interest. Jamie reached into his purse and glanced at the back of the man’s picture, "Jim’s" picture. What a coincidence!
"Aw, I’m right in the middle of making a purchase, Jim. Why don’t you go back to the store and bring me about four more cartridges? Prepare the sales receipt for me. Take my credit card with you and I’ll sign for the film when you come back. Then, you can give me your opinion of how this outfit looks with me wearing it. Is that okay with you?"
"Sure!!!! I’d be delighted!"
"Give me about fifteen minutes. Can you spare the time away from your job?"
"No problem. I was on my way out to lunch, but I’ll catch something later. I’ll have an hour to spare, at least." Jamie knew it wouldn’t take him an hour to render an opinion on the sexy corset before us in the box.
The young sales girl interposed. "This outfit will look much nicer if you wear a pair of black seamed nylons with it. We have them on sale this week. Let me show you the styles we have in stock, ma’am. I’ll only be a minute." The girl walked to the back of the store and disappeared, leaving Jamie alone with his new friend.
"I think she left us alone on purpose, Jim. The nylons are on display, right behind you. We’ll have a whole hour. Would you be willing to take a picture of me in it, if I model this sexy outfit for you? Maybe a couple of pictures?"
"As many as you’d like! I’ll buy the film, if I can have one to keep for myself. None of the guys will believe my luck when I tell them how lovely you are, without some kind of proof. It isn’t every day the prettiest girl in town asks me for my opinion on how she’ll look in scanty attire. I can’t wait to see you wearing this outfit. This isn’t a gag or something, is it?"
"No, it’s no gag, I saw the look on your face when I mentioned that I teach for the mill. You work for the major chain of discount stores, right?"
"Yeah, we’re one of the few stores in town that the mill doesn’t ‘own’."
"Good! From time to time, I might need a ‘close’ friend who isn’t directly involved with the mill for a favor or two; someone I can trust. In exchange, I’d be willing to show my appreciation in any way you find appropriate. Are you interested?"
"Say no more. Let me go get the film. We can talk later, over lunch, maybe?"
"Maybe, if we have time." Jamie wanted to be sure Jim knew that he was willing to spend more than an hour together. Jamie decided to form a friendship outside of the influence of the mill.
"I’ll make the time. To have lunch with you, I’ll quit my job if I have to. Besides, as an assistant store manager, that won’t be necessary. I was filling in for someone on break when you came into the store. It was a stroke of good fortune."
"Mine, too. A girl can’t have too many friends when she’s new in town. Maybe you wouldn’t mind showing me around. What I’ve seen so far are places owned by the mill." Jamie held up the bag with the camera, hinting. "Do you thing four cartridges will be enough for a start? " Jim backed away toward the front door. "Give me fifteen minutes."
As the little bell over the door indicated Jim’s departure, the young sales girl came back through the curtain at the back of the store carrying a stack of boxes.
"I didn’t get your shoe size. These shoes match the bustier. I figured you might as well wear a pair while he takes pictures of you in that get-up. You don’t have to buy them, unless you want to. Would you mind letting me have one of your pictures? It would help convince some customers to part with the cash for one of these outfits if they knew how good they might look in one."
"Do you have a pair of dark glasses, something to conceal my identity?"
"But,,, I think so, but I was hoping your eyes, no matter, they probably wouldn’t be so dramatic in a snapshot, anyway." Jamie caught the disappointment in the girl’s voice, but he already knew how sexy pictures can be patched and copied to be spread all over the Internet.
"Sorry, but someone once caused me endless grief by posting my picture with a sleazy ad on the net. If someone swiped one from you, there’s no telling where it might end up. I’d need the glasses for my friend Jim’s pictures too. I forgot mine."
"Gee, you had a picture taken of you put on the net in a sleazy sex ad? Do you remember the name of the website?"
"No, and you shouldn’t be prowling for dirty pictures on the net!"
"Big deal! Why do you think we women wear these flimsy things? We sure don’t wear them because they’re comfortable. We use them to reel in men, like you want to do with that guy from the discount store. He’ll squirt in his pants as soon as he lays eyes on you in this. In fact, I’ll bet you the price of the shoes, and they are very expensive, that he’ll try to get into your panties right here in the store. If I let him know that I’ll leave you two alone for a while, he’ll drag you onto the big couch in the back and show you a fantastic time. Want to bet on it?"
"Okay. You’re right. I am trying to ‘reel him in’. But, I won’t bet. Would you make a comment like that for me? I would like to let him see me without a chaperone, just to find out what he’ll say. He might not try to get personal if you’re hanging around. He is a hunk, and I don’t want to let him slip away."
"Done. Leave it to me. We don’t have much time. You need matching jewelry. I’ll see what we have in stock while you try on this size. Put the nylons on first, it’s easier than trying to bend at the waist once you’re in this cincher. Let me know right away if the breast cups are too tight."
Jamie inspected the layout of the dressing area in the back of the store. "If only the walls could talk. What stories they could tell"
The end table next to the couch in the back room still bore the rings from a bottle and wine goblets. The empty glasses were washed out and lined up on a shelf in the small bathroom Jamie used. After checking her make up in the mirror, he thought to herself casually. Someone used the room for entertaining recently.
I wasted no time getting changed. The art of donning feminine garb was rapidly becoming second nature to me. The bustier fit me perfectly. As I tried on some of the spikes the girl referred to as shoes, she burst in with the jewelry.
"Wow, you look fab! I wish I was that well endowed. It looks like you’re going to burst out of the top of that outfit. He’s gonna love it!"
"These are the finest breasts money can buy. Any girl can have a pair like these, if you know the right doctor, any guy could get them, too." I looked at the girl to see if she got my drift. Her gaze dropped to my crotch. She got it.
"I saw your credit card. Do you work in the main office or the hotel?"
"I’m a teacher. I’ll be working at a field school in a few weeks."
"Oh."
The girl looked disappointed. Damn! She’s a lesbian. She was hitting on me! Me!
No wonder she worked in a lingerie shop! "Look, sorry I disappointed you. Maybe when you feel up to a change of pace, we can talk about it. Right now, I need to get ready. Be a dear and let me have the jewelry you found. I’ll be around. You look good enough to me to want to spend a lazy afternoon with you. I promise."
The little bell on the front door announced that someone entered the store. With the sales clerk gone, I quickly changed jewelry and heightened my cosmetics to create a more dramatic effect. Perfect!
When I turned, Jim was in the doorway. He was dumbfounded. He turned and closed the curtain completely. He gulped and cleared his throat. "The girl said to go right in. She’s busy with checking out some stock. Will be for a while. Wow, you look fab!" His eyes never left my breasts. He had two cameras, neither was the one I bought earlier. He must know the girl up front. He used the same trite expression she did.
"Where’s my camera?"
"The lenses on these two cameras can take much clearer close-ups than that economy model you bought. Don’t move." He snapped a picture of me before I could cover my face with my hand.
"Don’t do that! I need a pair of dark glasses. Some pictures of my unusual eyes got sold to some weirdoes who plastered them all over the web. The last thing I want now is more bad publicity like that. Go up front, the girl has a pair. Ask her to give them to you." While he was gone, I stashed the print he just took into my purse, so he wouldn’t be able to misuse it.
Jim returned in less than a minute with a pair of rose-colored "Lolita" glasses he pulled out of a thin paper bag with the store’s logo on it. Oh, well! I should have known better. The girl up front must still be a teenager. I put them on anyway and noticed that they did afford a degree of anonymity. Not bad! They did take a few years off of my age, making me look like a young starlet in search of a casting couch. All the better! I wanted Jim hot to trot for me, and he could tell.
He came up behind me and kissed me on the neck. His hands came around and covered the cups of the tight bustier. With a quick flip, the cups dropped away, baring my breasts, which he covered with his palms, watching himself make fast headway in the mirror. "Hmm! Can I take a picture of these now? Your eyes will keep your identity secret, or you could use this." He covered my face with a fancy mask he took from the bag with the store’s logo. "The girl said it comes with the outfit, for an additional fifty dollars. I bought it for you."
The girl was sharp. She knew he’d pay any price for the domino. I took the mask from him and took off the "Lolita" glasses "It does hide my face better, but my eyes still show. Anyone can tell it’s me. Not many people have eyes like mine."
"Any good photographer can adjust anyone’s eye color to match an outfit. They do it all the time. No one will know it’s you. Turn around and let me take a picture of your perfect breasts. I’ll tuck the cups in. These cups can fold in half to show your nipples and still provide you with support."
"You seem to know a lot about women’s ‘scanties’. Do you do this often?"
"Not often enough, but I am a photo bug. Taking pictures of pretty women is my life. I know photography fairly well. That’s how I got to be the manager of the camera department. I can ‘fix’ a photo to totally undress a girl if I want to, but I’d rather do it for real with someone as gorgeous as you. If given the opportunity, I’ll make you think you are in heaven." His right hand dropped down to my tummy and his fingertip found its way into the top elastic of the matching panties. I wisely chose to put them on over the garters that held up my seamed stockings.
I didn’t balk at his invasion into sacred territory. He was about to get the surprise of his life. I held his hand from going further and asked. "Would you be willing to kiss me and suck me if I let you take some pictures of what’s down there?"
"In a heartbeat!"
"Promise, no matter what you find?"
"Anything I find there would be precious. I doubt you came shopping here during the ‘curse’. Even so, I don’t mind a little funkiness. It turns me on."
"Well, if you keep your promise and let me take a few shots of you doing it for me with my new camera, so you’d be less inclined to sell the pictures of me, you can finish what you started. Want to take advantage of the nice couch this store put here? If the girl has to come back here, I’m sure she’ll give us fair warning."
As I lay back on the couch, I picked up the camera I bought and moved the little switch to the ‘close-up’ position and pointed it at Jim who was down on his knees between my nylon clad legs. I was still tucked back in the panties but if he didn’t get going, something was about to "pop up" and hit him on the nose.
He grasped the thin sides of the high-rise panties and pulled them down past my knees. I quickly locked my knees around his head as he leaned forward to kiss the juncture of my thighs. His first kiss on my pubes caused me to stir. As his lips moved down to my mons, he found no opening to insert his tongue into.
Instead, my "clit" rose to the occasion and his lips found the tip of it brush up against his tongue as my camera flashed and whirred. He tried to pull back, but it was too late. I had his head in a vise of leg muscle. "You promised. Anything you found would be ‘precious’. That’s what you said."
"You still have it. I thought it would be gone already if you were once a guy!"
"Well, it’s still there. You want some pictures of it? Well, I want some too. Picture me in your place. A guy took a shot of me in your place once. My male lips on his cock are still out on the web making some slob money. Go ahead, Jim. Suck on it. It won’t bite! Take it into your warm mouth. You’ll be surprised at how nice it feels to have a cock in your mouth. You expected me to suck your cock for you, even if you suspected that I was once a man. What’s the difference?
Why should it be any different if you suck me off, instead? If you feel showing off pictures of me having sex with you to all your cronies is okay, then why shouldn’t I have some pictures of you to show off to my friends, too? Tell me, Jim, what’s the difference?"
"I, I, can’t do it. It’s too perverted."
"What is? Sucking my cock or taking pictures of scantily dressed transsexuals?
You were hot to trot a few minutes back. You wanted something new, perverse and exciting. Let’s see if the shoe fits on the other foot. You may find out that you like it. If you get up now, I’ll scream and the girl up front will call the police." I was bluffing, but he was too scared to chance I wasn’t.
"What if I get sick?"
"From what? Sucking on a guy’s cock? Many girls, and some guys do it the time. Do girls or gay guys ever get sick from doing it? I never heard of anyone dying from doing it. I was being cagey. I purposely said, "doing it" instead of "sucking cock" to tame down the bad connotations. He was debating it in his mind. He didn’t have many options, and maybe he was thinking that it wouldn’t be bad. He wasn’t thinking about the camera I was holding. I hadn’t planned on getting my revenge for my roommate’s sale of my picture when he first groped me, but he was so arrogant and self-confident, he deserved this. I was learning fast. Let a guy see you in skivvies, and he thinks you owe him something.
His head moved slowly forward, and he kissed the tip of my cockette. That was so cute. I didn’t take another picture yet. I wanted him to get used to the feel and taste of me, first. It didn’t bite. He pondered for less then a second, and must have resigned himself to his fate, for he opened his mouth slowly, and let the head of my cock enter his mouth of its own accord.
He moaned and let his tongue glide over the stiffening flesh that pulsed within his lips. He took it all in, getting used to the feel of man flesh violating him.
"See, Jim. It tastes a lot like pussy, doesn’t it? It has the same salty aroma from the perspiration a body generates, and same surrounding pubic hair." You were dying to get at my pussy a while back. Well this one is a bit lower, and has a big clit at the top, but the rest of it is just what you wanted. Take all of it, Jim. Make it grow real big. Give me the ‘heaven’ you promised me." He was into it, now. He accepted that a man’s flesh and woman’s flesh aren’t too different after all, just like I did, the first time my roommate put his cock into my mouth.
I wrapped my hands around his neck, intertwining my fingers. I pulled sharply on his head, forcing him to take all of me. My hips jerked forward and back, as I was getting close. Then I held him on me tightly and let myself go. "HMMMMMMMM!
Oh, Jim! Don’t stop. Eat me! Suck my clit! Suck it!"
All the air escaped my lungs and I lay back, satisfied. I didn’t move a muscle as my cock slipped out of his mouth. It was wonderful. Paybacks always are. Damn! I forgot to take pictures!
"Don’t move yet! Take it in again." He did, and I snapped off two shots in quick "suck" session. He slowly pulled back his head and let the head of my cock lay on his outstretched, cupped tongue. He looked up at me with doe eyes.
"Do you want me to take one like this for you, with your face showing, clearly?"
He nodded. The lecher. He wanted to know what he looked like with a cock in his mouth! I obliged him by taking three, one with my cock on his tongue, one with him kissing the head, and one with it all the way in, with my pubes bumping up against his nose. He didn’t get up when I handed him the three snapshots.
"Thanks. No one will ever see these but me. I never thought I’d have the nerve to do it, but for you, it’s worth it, as long as you do the same for me."
I did. After all, a promise is a promise. Jim took two whole rolls of instant prints of me in the lovely violet bustier, including several with his dick in my lips, and a few of me bending over the couch with him behind me, making off he was fucking me. He had a tripod with him and his expensive rig could take pictures of us without him holding the camera. I was wearing the mask, so my identity was still not at risk.
As his shutter on the expensive non-instant camera whirred, I wondered if he could remove the mask like he could change the eye color. Somehow I knew I didn’t have to worry. I had the two snapshots of him for insurance.
He offered and I accepted lunch. We already spent well over an hour together, and the young girl walked past the closed curtain several times. We decided we overstayed our welcome, and we quickly dressed and left. I wore my new bustier under my thin dress.
As we were leaving, he told the salesgirl he’d drop off enlarged gloss prints of me that would sell the bustier for her easily. He let his hand linger on her hand as he chatted with her. He was now busily making another conquest, with me standing right there. Some gentleman!
Once we were outside, I asked him if he was going to talk her into doing a photo session for him. He said he would, but her pictures wouldn’t be near as good.
"She’s cute, but not photogenic, like you are. I was stroking her vanity."
Hmm! He was still cocky and confident. He stroked a lot more than my vanity. He was charming and he knew it and was satisfied with our date. He also found out what a man’s meat felt and tasted like. I wondered if it really was his first.
We shared a nice lunch together and exchanged our full names and talked a bit about ourselves. Jim beamed at seeing all the jealous looks men gave him for being in the company of a luscious lady. He seemed sincere, and promised to take me out on the town, soon. I was looking forward to it. He was nice
He’d be nice for Geri, too, I thought.
To be continued in part five.
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