Pruestail

by Peter Joseph

 

1. Opportunity

After ten years as a priest and exhausted by the system, I was looking for an alternative and saw a job offer on the internet: "TransInternational Inc offers guaranteed income in a twelve months contract for young men wishing to assist Economic Development in ASEAN region."

I replied declaring interest and an automated reply directed me to a web site which asked a variety of questions.

A prompt reply advised that I had met company criteria, and invited me to undertake a medical examination. The doctor made countless measurements, completed lab tests, and took digital photographs, and x-rays that were sent straight to TransInternational.

Once again, I was advised I had met company criteria and was offered a plane fares and expense to travel interstate to meet a man and woman who had recently completed an assignment with this TransInternational.

They accompanied me through a variety of on-line questionnaires and invited me to indicate areas in economic development that interested me. They were wholesome and supportive and amplifying information available on the website without venturing much their own experience. They assured me I would do well, would be well remunerated, and would have few regrets if I accepted the TransInternational offer.

When I returned home a definite twelve months job offer was made.

I accepted and indicated I was ready to go now. By return email, I was informed that a Malaysian Airlines tickets awaited me the airport.

I advised the bosses and family, and was ready to leave for Kuala Lumpur on the very next Sunday.

I was required to bring little more than a toothbrush for all I needed would be supplied. I was provided with $1,000 travel money and

I felt good and very free departing in Business Class for the great adventure.

I collected my bags and passing through customs at Kuala Lumpur International saw a tall and well appointed Chinese woman, impeccably groomed in a white sari, holding a plaque inscribed with "Welcome Pete".

"Good morning" I said, "thank you so much for coming to meet me"

"Oh Pete, it is so nice to meet you, you look even better in the flesh."

She embraced me with a strong and welcoming hug and kept rubbing and patting me on the back saying:

"Welcome, Welcome, Welcome. You are even more delicious that I imagined. I can hardly wait for you to be one with us!"

She finally let go and with a kiss on the cheek said: "Come with me cherished friend, up to the Ensign club so we can have a drink and get the practicalities sorted out."

She led me by the hand in to the club, settled me with a double whisky in a special meeting room and I looked at her thinking her to incredibly fresh and attractive. I said:

"Oh dear, you are almost too much for me Sylvia."

Sylvia giggled and began to take papers from her bag. She provided evidence that a deposit of $5,000 had been made in my home bank account as remuneration for the training fortnight.

"You have come here for work" she said. "We understand that you are impatient to begin, but we need to get you ready for the job, and am I looking forward to this time with you. As soon as we get home, we will commence anti malarial precaution. I have a doctor coming to see you tomorrow. You will commence a rigorous course of fitness exercises tonight and we will teach you the use of our on-line data base so you may learn of the 'TransInternational' work. In Twelve months time, we will be sitting together again, as you are now, and I assure you, there will be no regrets of the year spent with us.

She asked me to formally sign the contract that I had accepted per the web, and explained that I would be required to undertake preliminary training to bodily prepare me for the twelve months service. She explained that I would need to travel at the bidding of TransInternational and that TransInternational would equip me for my responsibilities, with appropriate clothing, five star accommodation, and at the end guarantee take home remuneration of no less than $65,000.

She explained that because of a special arrangement of TransInternational, my income would not be subject to local taxation and that I had the option of my wealth being accumulated in a property unit trust back home. I would be able to monitor my income at all times on-line.

Silvia invited representatives from Malaysian Passports and American Express in to complete the formalities so I could travel easily between ASEAN countries while having an operational credit card.

Finally as a precaution against forgery I was asked to sign my name four times firstly in my own name: Pete Joseph, and then as Richard Joseph, Xavier Joseph and finally: Prue Joseph.

That being done, we retrieved the vehicle and drove of to the TransInternational House.

The house was on a large property backing to the Malacca Straits. I was taken to the 'Men's Quarters' which consisted of three self contained flats. I was told that I would not see anyone for this first week, but mostly the men's flats were occupied by visitors or those who came in tired from work in the field. It was suggested that I should not be too noisy so no one was disturbed. My flat was large room with a bed room, a kitchenette, and a study. It had a bath room there was a massage table and spa. Finally in an under cover area, it had exercise machines the like of which I had never seen before.

Sylvia then introduced me to Tenang, a delicious and fit looking Malaysian woman who came forward offering warm embrace and a kiss on the cheek.

"I am here to get you good shape and to prepare you for work. I look forward to being with you!"

"You are the ideal one for the job", I said with fluster. "You are in magnificent shape yourself!"

She received this with a warm accepting smile and hugged me again.

Sylvia then introduced me to an Indian woman Tam, also tall, busty and dressed in a beautiful long green gown. She came forward pressed her chest forward and hugged intently and said:

"You are so welcome. We have looked forward to your arrival. You are such a pretty person, and you move so gracefully. I am gong to enjoy my time with you."

I thanked them appreciatively for their welcome. "You are all so wonderful to me and I feel so accepted.

Sylvia came up and kissed me on the cheek and suggested that I take thirty minutes relax and unpack before Tenang would return and begin the first exercise session. She said training shorts, shirts and shoes were in the cupboard.

After the session had been completed Sylvia suggested that Tam would introduce me to my computer and provide logins and passwords and a quick induction. We could then all meet together for the evening meal at 6.30pm.

She explained that it was normal with TransInternational to dress formally for the evening meal and pointed to a range of Indian caftans in the cupboard.

She explained that normally the evening a meal would be delivered to my kitchenette and either Tam or Tenang would eat with me, but tonight we would all eat together celebrating my arrival.

I was given my first formulary drink and told I would need to consume the formulary three times a day. She asked that I take a urine samples each night, do a simple dipstick test, and post the results in the on-line data base so the effectiveness of the anti-malarial formulary could be gauged.

She warned me that this first week would be particularly exhausting as Tenang's exercises were 'different' and there was much I needed to learn from Tam.

She suggested that I should accept Tenang's offer of a daily massage to ease strained muscles and prophesied that I that I would find that I would be tired and ready for sleep by 7.30pm each night.

Her advice proved to be accurate. I was asleep early each night.

I saw the 'Trans International' doctor the next morning straight after the gym session.

She asked me to strip down to my shorts and began and examination and took a few measurements. She nodded approvingly to Tenang, and told me that I was in good shape. With the Tenang checked the flexibility of my shoulders, waist and hip joints.

When this was finished, she showed me the x-rays and pointed out the coloration around the bones - which she described as a calcium build-up and the reason for my difficulties with flexibility.

She recommended a course of injections that would remove what would otherwise develop as a long term problem.

I agreed to her recommendations, received a local anesthetic and made several injections with a weird apparatus, into my hips, waist, chest and shoulders... She bid me to remain on the couch and that Tenang should apply cream that would remove sufficient body hair so an ultra sound treatment might help the injection to seat properly for maximum effect. I thanked the doctor for her care and submitted to treatment Tenang commenced.

As Tenang completed the treatment Tam came and recommended that I wear softer garments until the effect of the injections had worn out. Accordingly she provided me with a red caftan and gave me soft red underwear that hung loosely around my hips where the injection had entered.

When I was comfortable she showed me how to access my newly created property trust so I could monitor my income accumulation. She then introduced me to my daily briefing papers. She led me through the aptitude test results and saw the recommendation that I focus in the area of public utilities, Electricity, telecommunication and broadband infrastructure.

She explained that I would operate as a liaison person between the Local Committees and visiting business men. She said it would be my responsibility to assist, guide and comfort these businessmen who arrived in this region at a rate of one thousand per day.

She explained that in the Tiger Economies and across the whole region there was urgent need for rapid development of infrastructure. TransInternational had been commissioned to target companies who offered needed equipment and facilitate negotiations so information flowed smoothly and to best effect.

It would be my responsibility to offer on-the-ground insight and would be guided by the daily briefings that would help negotiations to proceed expeditiously.

She explained that negotiations often floundered because these businessmen were away from their families, and did not operate as well dealing in the cross cultural environment. For this reason a facilitator is of immense help.

Tam was always helpful in an auntie 'smotherly' fashion, telling me I was beautiful, and told me how the softer material of the red caftan suited me. She asked if she could take a photo of me with a flower in my hair. Very friendly lady, I thought.

Tenang was more business like. We had two sessions per day. The morning session was always hard requiring me to test flexibility limits in neck arms, back and hips and the weird exercise machine was designed to push my limits.

Tenang assured me that this loosening would help me in the job which involved so much travel and it would permit the body to change, and in the longer term would provide greater flexibility as I grew older.

She always arrived early each morning fearing, appropriately, that I might sleep in.

The second session each day was just as hard but concentrated on fitness and strength.

Most of all, I looked forward to her nightly massage. She ask me to wear a strange toweling wrap-around mini skirt garment, saying that she needed so she might prod the muscles in my buttocks. In her massage she would knead my body with her strong fingers to find and take away soreness. Beyond the massage, I would relax in the spa and she would offer the further comfort of a face massage, pedicure or shampoo.

Although she was businesslike, Tenang could have fun. She warned me not to go to sleep as she talked to me in the spa. But as she prattled along I did, and for my penance on Tuesday she treated my hair with blond tips. On Wednesday she cut and trimmed my hair to her own designs, and on Thursday I found my nails had been painted with clear lacquer. But it was all good fun and I know she was my friend.

I found Tenang to be an attractive person armed with the most feminine features. I was feeling dreadfully horny I needed to take particular measures so I did not focus on the attractions Tenang and Tam. I had always found women's breasts to be almost painfully destabilizing, and after years of worrying, realized that this was a divine design feature of male programming. But in this situation, I dared not lift my gaze as I knew I was vulnerable. I therefore worked hard with the exercises, followed the computer assignments carefully and concluded each night answering questionnaires and providing feedback to TransInternational. I was in a new and different situation and did not want to break out, so I kept my head down until I found me feet in this strange and different world.

I had a strange experience on the Tuesday, before the second gym session Tam took me over to the female quarters to fetch a fresh novel from the library and I ran into a Sandra. I tried to be friendly but did not get much response for she seemed so depressed. Sandra was not unattractive, she was deliciously shapely in her pink skirt, but was rather flat chested. I did not get much of a smile and felt sorry for her.

I ate in the female quarters on the Sunday night, Tenang joined me on Monday, I was on my own on Tuesday and Tam was with me on Wednesday and Thursday nights. Tam was always most attentive to my chardonnay glass, and was delicious fun. On the Thursday night she talked me in to wearing a silly red caftan and tried to place a flower in my hair as we walked down to the beach.

"Knock up Tam", I said. "What are you trying to do, turn me fem?"

"Come on", she replied "And pressed her ample bosom against me as she tried to give me a big hug and kiss"

I am too hot for this business; I thought to myself and decided I might keep further away from the chardonnay when Tam was around. But she was great fun and I was thankful for the fun she offered.

 

Exchange

On Friday I worked later with Tam and at about 5.00pm Sylvia interrupted us with an invitation to a welcome-home dinner for Toni. I rued the invitation because it robbed me of my afternoon massage when I felt so stiff from the morning session.

I had a quick freshen up and Tam accompanied me like an expectant bride as we went to the women's quarters for pre-dinner drinks.

Toni was a quite stunning dressed in a low cut gold gown. I could not take my eyes off her.

She greeted me with a wonderful smile, saying: "Oh I am so pleased to meet you. I have heard all about you and have wanted to be with you."

She then gave me a big kiss on the cheek and to the merriment of Tenang and Tam said: "We have so much to share and give to one another. You are so scrumptious".

I did not quite know what was going on and why everyone were so amused, but I was charmed by Toni's interest and asked her if she was looking forward to going back home.

"Am I ever" she said. "I just have to make a few changes and then I will be home with the family. It is opportune that we meet now, and I look forward to yarning before we exchange roles".

"Yes indeed" said Sylvia with a laugh, "Tell our Pete about you year, those you have been with, the fun you have had, the wonderful shape you are in, and of the breathless experience you have had".

"Well my friend" she said, "I can assure you that "TransInternational have treated me like a princess for the whole year. They have kept every promise. I have such experience, and I return home very wealthy. Trust me you are in for a very different experience."

"I commenced my year in Djakarta, and then moved throughout Indonesia, Malaysia and Thailand. My responsibility was to support and comfort people in the computer manufacturing business. I have been equipped so I handle this task to the satisfaction of all."

Tam then put a tall glass into each of our hands, and with her arms around us, and full of bubbling mirth directed us to the corner seat.

"You have so much to share and so much to exchange with Toni to prepare you for your work."

Tam, Sylvia, Tenang and Toni all found these exchanges hilarious so I decided to sip a little harder thinking that I probably needed catch up to enjoy their jokes.

I continued to chat with Toni through the meal. She seemed so interested in me and no one seemed to mind that we had paired off quickly.

The meal was just wonderful and the chardonnay relaxing and when the others had drifted off, Toni asked if I would like a walk down to the beach.

I declined, saying normally I would love to but, I was just so stiff and sore having missed the afternoon massage.

"I can fix that" Said Toni and immediately offered to give me a massage so I could sleep without cramping. She led me down the corridor to the Pink Room but before we started provided me with my final formulary for the day.

I actually felt a bit tired as she brought to the massage table.

She suggested that I put on the mini-skirt of garment and apologized that it was so feminine and skimpy, but claiming it had proved useful for massages.

Toni went out to change and when she came back I was lying face down on the table.

She began to rub in this warm thick lavender lotion over my back and started massaging first my shoulders and arms and then she worked down my body before finally wiping it off with a small towel.

The lotion left me with a wonderful tingling sensation and it felt good and when I rolled over on my back, I closed my eyes as was relaxed and serendipitous as she labored exhaustively over me.

"Now my sweet man, I am going get this spa to bubble, and we will enjoy quick splash with a special Chinese whisky before I send you off to bed."

It all sounded pretty good, and felt much better in the water, leaning back on the head rest with the whisky tingled in my mouth and throat.

Toni said: "Hey down there, you are leaving me out of it", and slipped around and sat beside me lifting my arm so it was around her shoulders.

I found myself looking down the barrel of the most wonderful set of breasts I had ever seen.

So I said: "Oh Toni, you are such a doll, you are so sweet and so soft. It is too much for me, I had best head off for bed now."

"Just stay a little while Pete, I have traveled so much and just need to catch my breath with someone". Please give me a moment of your wonderful company because I am done and go home soon. We have time to spend."

With that she took my hand and wrapping it around her, placed it on her breast.

"Oh dear", I said, "I am so sorry for that Toni, I did not mean to take advantage of you, it is just where my hand landed"

"Leave it there Pete, let's just enjoy the warmth of the water and relax for a while."

With that she held and massaged the fingers on this hand, and thanked me for staying that while longer.

I left this hand on her breast and she had her free hand on my thigh which felt so smooth as she rubbed backwards and forward. She told me of her tiredness and how much she enjoyed our chat during the meal. Then reached up and lightly kissed me on the cheek.

I told her that I had lived an isolated style of life and was not accustomed to closeness with someone who was so beautiful, and then I sucked a little more on my whisky and found my hand had developed its own course and was exploring the firmness of her bosom engaging her nipple.

That is so nice" said Toni, "Thank you, please don't stop" and she leant forward and slipped the straps of her costume.

I did not know what to do, so I gave her a kiss on the side of her head.

She refilled my glass and told me to just relax, to continue what I was doing, and think more of the bubbling water of life in which we were immersed.

After a time, she turned off the bubbles assisted me from the bath wrapping me in a super sized pink towel.

She herself dropped her trunks and put on a toweling dressing gown and offered one to me.

"Come lie for a moment before you go off to bed" She said

I lay still and placed with my head against hers. I confess I have never felt better.

"Lets get under the sheet, away from the mosquitoes and could you please hold me"

It was wonderful, as she ran her hand around my chest, and down my leg and around but always shy of my genitals – where I would have welcomed her contact. She kissed me on the ear, around the face and again thanked me for staying a moment with me.

I felt this lovely big strong girl was giving me soothing, savor and relish as I had never before experienced. She gently lifted me up and held me on a plateau for an eternity, quieting me if I was too excited. She was just holding me there and I felt so loved and appreciated. It was the most sublime and intensive pleasure any person could ever have.

Then she whispered: "I am coming over you now Pete, and will take you and receive your life. I will always relish this time and care for you."

Then she began to work me, enveloping and sucking at me as she pushed up and down. With synchronism and desire I responded, screaming with the build up until I came, tidally groaning I felt myself slipping into deep sleep.

 

Pinked

I slept from Friday night until Tuesday afternoon. I almost awoke at times. I remember being handled and I remember instruments hovering over me. I remember injections but all the time it was muffled and I was too dopey to know what was going on.

I think I preferred to sleep, and then vaguely recall being wheeled back to bed. Even in this sleep I knew that things were different. My hand searched for my dick and I dreamed it was gone. I preferred to sleep. I did not want to wake up.

I felt someone shaking me, and I half opened my eyes to see Tenang looking earnestly, lovingly at me. She was dressed in her low cut trainers, and there she was, on her knees, leaning over me, with those lovely breasts in my face, and she kissing me on the cheek.

"Please relax my love. Please do not panic. We love you dearly and you are very safe. Please trust and do not panic".

"Great changes have happened to you, please trust me and do what I say. I am going to help you to the shower. Please do not think about anything, just look at me, and do as I say. Now I am going to count to three and help you up."

'One …. Two …. Three"

Slowly I arose, feeling very dizzy and dressed in a pink silk negligee. She led me into the shower and turned on the tap, and getting wet herself, peeled of my clothes.

I took the soap from her and tried to lather parts that were no longer there. I put my head against the shower wall and began to sob.

Tenang took the soap from me I felt her hand gliding over my smooth body, she turned off the water, wrapped me in a towel and patted me dried – and all the while I stood there crying.

In the mirror, I could see my face was much the same, less weight and a little more rounded. My chest was almost normal although I had lost bulk, my hips were curving, and my genitals were changed.

"My God", I said "how am I going to cope".

Tenang responded with a "Shhh. Don't say anything my darling"

She pulled a polo shirt on over my head, helped me into undies and tried to glide me into a pink skirt, but when I remonstrated found a pair of shorts instead. She did my hair and gave me scuffs, and led me out of the room where Sylvia was waiting.

Sylvia said nothing and just came up to me and threw her arms around me and whispered: "I am sorry this has happened to you. Please don't say too much just stay with me, I will explain everything."

Tam then came running in and she too came up and put her arms around me and gave me a warm kiss.

"You are beautiful" she said, "I always knew you would be magnificent. I am so happy to have you as one of us. We love you so much so please don't be upset. It will all work out!"

"Would it helped if I raged a while, and went off my head"

"No it would not" said Sylvia, but I know you will be sensible, just come with me and eat something. You are sedated and food will clear your head, for I have so much to show you."

I followed Sylvia and did as she bid. I ate and then I ate some more.

In the presentation room she was sitting on one side and Tam on the other, as the screen lit up and a lady dressed in a white sari greeted me.

"Good afternoon Prue. We have called you Prue; we hope you do not mind. We feel so privileged that you have joined us.

"May I tell you something about our organization"?

'TransInternational is a company belonging to an ancient society called Shakti, a society composed of people born to the 'third way'.

In this part of the world, people who are born to the third way, or as you call us hermaphrodites are specially valued, They are not subjected to the surgeon's knife and are nurtured for a special role in the community: to safeguard and protect values.

In earlier days you read that the Eunuch managed the kings business and harem. They managed the harem and they provided the harem. We have had the role of preparing providing for the powerful while protecting the community.

So we took those who were unruly and disruptive and gave them opportunity to serve society and in most cases, after a time they were returned to their family and community.

Then in colonial times the people asked Shakti to provide for occupying armies and administrators. Europeans were shanghaied and processed through our conversion centres for service so our local families and communities would be left intact.

Pinking once took considerable time, but now 'alchemy' is enhanced by the medical science. And so for the past thirty years, after we were freed from colonial rule, we have recruited from the west so businessmen visiting the region seeking profit again would not interfere with our families.

It is not fair that we have deceived you to work as a comfort lady, but our region has been so ravaged by the west that we needed the help of your people to foster growth while we protected our people.

You will be well rewarded for your work. You will be making a wonderful contribution and you will continue to receive our support when you have been depinked and returned to your family.

Thank you for answering our call and we welcome you as a treasured associate of Shakti.

Sylvia reached out and turned the computer off.

"Would you like a drink Prue – we have called you Prue since you first applied!"

"Yes, I would love a whisky, a double whisky and then some!"

I asked with a tone of resentment why I had been bothered and why they had not recruited females who unassisted had the parts for this role.

Sylvia explained that females did not adjust well to Shakti Parlor Life. Their upbringing made it hard to accept what they saw as 'Sexual Exploitation', and in most cases they were wrecked by the experience.

But, Men are by nature more cavalier about sexual encounter, they do their time as Toni has done, they did not get bitchy and they returned home pleased to have been well rewarded.

"O Shit", I said "Am I going to look like Toni? How am I going to adjust myself to being a Moll? I have not been on this track or anywhere near it.'

"I am sure I will not be able to cope!"

Tam then squeezed my hand and said: "Rubbish! We have been so excited that you responded to our advertisement. We watched your responses as they came in. We were delighted when we saw your profile and received your doctor's reports. They are going to be writing songs about you, Prue. You are so sexy and you have got it all!"

"Shit", I said "Could I pleased have another drink?"

"Be assured" Sylvia said, "We do have lots of applicants and accept few. But we have ten conversion centres treating applicants from outside the region".

"What if I refused and chose to walk out now?"

"We are not keeping you Prue. You are free to go any time you choose. But you would be risking, for without the formulary, your body could mutilate out of control

"What if it did not choose to work in a Parlor?"

"That is your choice Prue. But you would be on your own; we won't support you, and will spend no more on you. We would not offer you the formulary! So best of luck!"

Sylvia then said: "We must get down to decisions now Prue. You are going to have a hard few days, but you will survive and we must move it along."

"I am going to get you to fill in some choices on the computer. Think carefully before you make a decision, because we our tailors will now begin to make clothes for you and from the plans you now, action will commence.

Sylvia then told me that I had been through the first of two Pinking processes. During the next few days a process of 'rounding' would continue with my body and on Friday the second pinking would reform my chest in a most bountiful fashion.

I was then given the option to choose a styling for the next twelve months: Professional, Exciting or Comfortable. I chose 'Professional". I was asked to select a volume of activity. It was recommended that I take a full load because that would assure me income more than double that of those who chose a lighter load.

Tenang had rejoined the group and it was recommended that I go with Tenang for a further gym session. Tenang worked me as usual and again quickly found my limits. When time was up, she took me back to pink room and set me on the table for the massage.

"You skin is now so soft, Prue. Can you feel the difference"

"Shit Tenang, I am so confused by this whole thing. I don't know how I will keep myself together.

Her probing fingers continued with their work and tension went from my body.

She helped me up and led me to the spa. She then took off her own top and joined me in the water. Tam entered the room and did likewise.

"I wish you would not Tam, Tenang".

She said "What"

"This is really hard for me; I am unaccustomed to breasts up front like this. It is too much for me."

"You will need to be accustomed Prue" said Tenang

"But I am not; tits have always upset my equilibrium. As a celibate, when I was run down, a nice bum, good tits, it really hollowed me out and made me feel lost."

"I may need to be accustomed in time, but this is a confrontation"

"But", said Tam "we are all the same now, let me sit by you and have you feel my breasts. Look at your own chest it is getting softer each day".

"I can't hand this. Please. I am going to explode"

At this Tenang burst into in laughter, and said check your privates my dear. Your exploding days are suspended!"

"Maybe, but I still feel like a bloke!"

"Why did make such a silly choice as being a celibate" asked Tam.

"I don't feel like talking about it, I have to adjust to these changes. But putting it simply, tough luck causes some people to miss the chance of intimacy and a fair deal. I chose celibacy so I could be there with and supporting the disadvantaged."

"Did it work for you" asked Tenang

"Mostly", I said, "But the organization is growing tired and old and is less dedicated to the 'fair deal' and it was easy to get into trouble for 'rocking the boat'. Over time it became very difficult and a waste of a life!"

"How did you handle it when you felt unloved and when you were threatened by the attractions of women."

"I found it did not pay to get too tired, and then I had to sit with the gospel on my knee. But sometimes at night, when I was asleep my body would object and I would have these monstrous wet dreams. Strangely the scene was always like this one now. I would be tired and sitting in a bath and these gorgeous busty women would come in cuddle up to me."

"Well just relax now Prue my dear. There will be no more wet dreams for you, your world is in respite and we must move on, here feel my breast, feel its softness and its bulk" said Tenang

Meanwhile, Tam had left us and when she came back I heard the rustle of gowns she had which she hung on their coat hangers.

"Now Prue, please help me for a moment" said Tam. "I need you to help me to see if this garment will fit you. It has been made for you, but we are not completely sure it will fit. So let me pat you dry and let us quickly try it on."

"This is all moving too quickly Tam. Do you need to challenge me further, at this point?"

But Tenang, said: "Come on Prue, please help us with this one" as she dragged me from the water and wrapped me in a large pink towel.

Meanwhile, Tam stepped me into undies and tightening the long skirt around my waist.

As I protested, Tam said "That fits well Prue. Just turn around Prue and let me see how it gathers behind." Tenang asked me to put my arms out front, and I recoiled in horror as she tightened a padded bra behind my back.

"Now you are taking shape Prue" said Tam, as she buttoned up a pink blouse tucking it into the skirt.

"Just look in the mirror! You will be stunned"

As I turned Tenang fluffed up my hair and Tam offered a swish of make-up and I found myself being lead out into a darkened corridor to find Sylvia there, resplendently dressed in her white sari. She took me by the hand, and led me through the darkened room lit only by a solitary candle on a cake. And the cake was inscribed "Our most beautiful Prue: Day One"

At this Sylvia grasped me in a hug, kissed me ever so sweetly on the cheek, and said

"Prue I am so happy to see you like this. You are so beautiful. And then her hands starting feeling my now ample behind, and she said:

'Prue you have such a gorgeous bum, Very nice indeed. I am gong to have to have some of that!"

With that she burst out laughing and then there where the three of them, hugging and kissing me, touching me up, fondling my masquerading bosom and shrieking with the delight to claim me as their own.

I felt elated with all the attention, but did not like to admit it, so I said:

"I feel wretched", I said. "Like a bloody transvestite!"

"But you can't be Prue, not with these parts" said Tam, as she prodded my genitals."

I doubled up, and did not know what to do, so I laughed and then I cried and then I laughed some more".

Thankfully someone gave me a long glass and I decided to drink, for some moments are best handled with 'blurry sides'."

Later that night, balancing precariously on high heels, I wobbled my way back to the pink room, where Tenang helped me disrobe and set me to bed repeat with the pink nightie had worn earlier.

"You were so beautiful tonight Prue," she said "I can hardly wait to see you with your breasts, you will be so ravishing. If things were different I would have you, I would be uncontrollable!"

Is this real, how is this happening to me - I thought, and I prayed that sleep would take me soundly.

Next day I came down to breakfast in the shorts. Tam looked so disappointed.

"Oh I so much wanted to see you with a skirt. You looked so beautiful with that bra. You are such a doll; let us see the woman in you emerge!"

I apologized saying that I am trying to hold myself together and we had a pleasant breakfast.

But when I got back to my room Tenang joined me and set out clothes for me to wear to gym. Black shorts, pink top. I thought that was okay, and then she asked if I would mind wearing the bra again.

My saliva went cold, and I was ready to 'dig in' and fight. But she asked me to cool down, for this was for practical reason. She explained that beyond the second pinking I must exercise with a different weight distribution and it only makes sense to anticipate and prepare for the adjustments that must take place.

I found this reasonable and the exercise session proved her point to be valid.

But when the exercises were done and I was out of the shower, Tam and Tenang were both there with the request from Sylvia that I should dress formally in a suit, again with bra, because it was important for the deportment training session.

I felt a little conned, but did not have the energy to resist and relented and allowed them to make me up for next session.

Sylvia was mightily impressed and used the video camera so I could watch myself deportment in ordinary circumstances of the day. I could not get my eyes off myself and it was confusing to have the 'hots' for one's self.

"Yes you are right", chimed Sylvia "your hips and bottom are marvelous and when we give you breasts, you will leave us all breathless!"

Sylvia was in touch with what was going on and enabled me to relax and enjoy this amazing situation.

She had various video clips defining and illustrating features of deportment I needed to inculcate

She stressed that for males, a little of the 'slap dash' was accepted. For females there was zero tolerance'. She took me through a few simple standards of grooming that I needed to reach now. I spent an hour apply lipstick and eye make-up. She did not let me stop until I could do it quickly and perfectly

She told me not to worry and that she would keep the videos on my through the day so I could make the changes quickly.

Sylvia took me through analysis of the shock transgendered first faced. She said this is well researched by Shakti and my nightly on line feedback issues are used to help neophytes through their difficulties.

Fear of being the hunted - The male as the hunter – female as hunted

Fear of homosexual, of being a sissy.

Missing the Penis

Fear of no being able to pursue masculine interests

Fear of the attraction for perfumes and fine clothes.

Fear of female socialization and intimacy

Fear of being transvestite.

She told me that all have a deep pail of depression at this stage, and that the best response is to work hard in the dbase and in the exercises for only time can fix this one.

She told me not to worry about feeling sexy for since the first formulary was given, my metabolism had been cranked up and this was an outcome.

*********

The Tam sessions concentrated on Utilities, for this was to be my specialty. I was told that next week when in Penang the true briefing would commence, I would stay Pink Gown for six week and then move to Mauve at which time I would be slowly integrated into consultancy and conference work in the field of Utilities, especially telecommunications and Internet.

The briefing concentrated on the aspiration to have similar standards from Indonesia up through Vietnam. There was a wish to avoid the complication in electricity systems bequeathed from the Colonial era where some countries had 240 volts some 220 and other 110 and all with different plugs.

The rapid development meant a huge need for increase in overhead equipment, with satellites, cable and that funny cable.
There was a consortium negotiating with suppliers ensuring a common standards and rather than let to one big supplier it was figured that many smaller telecoms would be used and facilitators such as myself would help ensure commonality of standards.

As we were working away, Tam said:

"If you look out the window now, you will see Charles. He arrived last Sunday and is being prepared for a pinking on Friday.

"An interesting person, but rather 'forward' as Tenang and I have both discovered"

"What do you mean he is 'forward', you interest me, but 'forward' is so open to interpretation, and it is so oblique?"

"You would call him a Don Juan character, very 'friendly fashion' and with searching hands.

"Tam, I am not wishing to pry or be voyeuristic, but you still oblique".

"All right, he moved things along very quickly and I had a Dedication with him and then Tenang did likewise."

"Dedication. What a lovely euphemism! Are you telling me that Charles had sex with you and then with Tenang? Is that what you are saying?"

"Yes, that is right."

"Well Tam you are both attractive and I could understand anyone making a move on you."

"Yes Prue, but he had me on Sunday night and then he had Tenang on Monday morning after the doctor, he took me after the evening meal and then again on Tuesday morning and then he took Tenang right after she had woken you from you sleep on Tuesday afternoon."

"My, he is an active fellow. How do you feel about this? Do you both feel cheated on?"

"No neither of us feels cheated on. Charles is in this strange situation and he needed assurance. We were delighted to give him relief. The poor fellow is completely unsuspecting, he will need all the assurance he can get when we have pinked him on Friday."

"I understand your compassion, but do you feel 'used for his gratification?"

"No that is stupid prudish talk, we are Shakti associates and it is our pleasure to give a poor guy some relief. He would not have been so active if he was not needy! And besides, he is so laced with formulary that he is as horny as an old toad! He deserves it and I will be with him to night if he needs more support!"

"Poor fellow; unsuspecting of what lies before him! He is going to find it very hard. Try to support him in Penang – we are sending him there so he can be with you."

"Perhaps I should warn Charles. Maybe that is the decent thing to do?"

"I don't think so. It is far too late. The doctor saw Charles on Monday and he has already been given the implants and is heavily dosed with formulary. He is already too far gone and his catalyst Helen will be here soon".

"Lambs to the slaughter!"

"It is a bit like that, but we offer guys like Charles a mission and I believe he will respond to our offer.

By Wednesday night, my head was buzzing because of all that had happened and because of the heady focus required by Tam's briefing.

Tenang came to get me for gym and decked me out with the padded bra again. She told me that it was a tad heavier and that this would be the weight I would have after my next pinking. She told me to relax and I felt the weight of the bra on my shoulders.

"You will need to keep up these exercises Prue; otherwise you will quickly develop an ache from the extra weight."

Tenang asked that I wear a head band to masquerade my masculine hair cut and she suggested that I should always use a tad of make-up colour when exercising.

I said I was happy to do as she suggested and I found the session to be exhausting – as usual.

She helped be back to the room, and commenced the massage.

"You will notice how your legs and arms have been getting much softer. You still have the muscle structure, but there is softness. You bottom wobbles beautifully Prue. They have the proportions just right."

She helped me into the spa and provided me with a tall chardonnay suggesting I relax while she clipped and shaped my hair again.

I concentrated on my task, drinking the chardonnay, and allowed her to do hers. But as I interrupted her for a refill, I commented on the smells from the various lotions and whatever she was using as she was trimming and shaping my hair.

As the second glass was completed, Tenang joined me in the spa as did Tam once again.

"Well, honey, how did the day go", asked Tam.

"Okay apart from the abject misery and confusion" I answered.

"Your hair looks wonderful and I would love to just trim your eyebrows" – she said as she straddled me with her breasts pushed in my face, and got about using her tweezers and clippers.

I put my hands on her hips, soft and beautiful as they were, and looked her straight in the eye and asked:

"Do you get a big buzz feminizing a bloke?"

She slipped off me, and knelt by my side, eyes wide open and in silence.

She asked: "What do you mean?"

Tenang chipped in: "Yes Prue. We get a mighty buzz out of all this".

"Thanks" I said. "For from the day I arrived, the feminizing commenced, surreptitiously at first and then more after the pinking. I have felt rushed against my will to surrender to you."

"This has been hard. Look at my shoulders and chest, I still look a little bit masculine and deep down I still feel myself to be a man."

But you two are nibbling away, asking me to give-in voluntarily, and I am confronted constantly with the pinking that is yet to happen"

"Tam," I said looking at her again, "you have the most magnificent 'knockers', and there you go putting them straight in my face, and sadly I do not have the artillery to fix you up."

I then put my hand on her shoulder, looked at her firm but quivering breasts and said:

"Tam, you are outrageously attractive. You are so provocative. I should have put one straight up the middle of you when first I arrived. God knows I was tempted."

Tam rocked backwards, looked me in the eyes and said ever so quietly: "Spoken like a true male!"

"That is exactly why I have enjoyed fixing you up. You must have sensed my vulnerability to you. There you were, big and handsome, well built. You knew I would have said 'Yes' immediately. But all the time, as I wilted before your beauty, I knew I was going to have you in the most profound way. Of course we all love you Prue, from the very first sight. And now I can embrace you no longer a victim. Because you are like me; we are the same; we are sisters and we have taken possession of you in the very sweetest of ways!"

"That is why it is a tremendous sexual turn-on thrilling us to sunder you, and change you, more so because you did not know it was happening - 'like lambs led to the slaughter'."

"Last night nearly blew me away last night Prue. You protested meekly as we dressed you up, and you looked magnificent. You succumbed before you could decide to, then we led you out and you embraced us, forlorn and, accepting. I nearly orgasmed on the spot!"

"Okay, Tam. Those breasts are still amazing; tell me what you want of me now. I will consent to whatever

"Well our game is really up" said Tenang.

"In one sense we are preparing you what was coming, and in another we were having our tantalizing fun. In talking about it, you have taken away the fun.

"In talking about it" I replied, "I have freed my self from the fear of being conned, or the fear of allowing myself to be conned. I am now trying to accept reality and readying myself for a future I cannot avoid!"

"So Tenang and Tam, what do you want me to do now. What should I do to prepare for next week?"

Other than that, she said "Just have fun with us because we really do enjoy being with you and you blush so when we pretty you up. We would like to make you devastating tonight and then take some photos to place on a web site"

Then we would like to invite Charles to join us for the evening meal tonight. Helen comes the next day, and Sylvia wants to move the Pinking sessions forward to Thursday night. She will talk to you about her reasons."

I said I felt I could handle that, provided that I was shielded from close interaction with Charles, for emotionally I was not able to handle close questioning.

They spent extra time on my make-up and I was finally dressed in a most beautiful and low cut pink gown. I wore a white blouse to cover the padded bra. They took their photos and I was able to navigate my way during the meal to avoid the direct line of conversation.

Charles was a lad with a roving eye and he made several attempts to engage with me, but Tenang was always there and Tam was paying him very close attention, so I was able to avoid all but the cursorily discussion.

The tension and the pain of adjustment were getting to me, so I declared I was a little unwell and excused myself early.

A little time later, Sylvia knocked on the door bringing in a nightcap. We sat on the verandah and talked for a time but I was rather morose and dejected to offer no more than a black hole for company.

I had trouble articulating my misery, and she did not force me to try. I knew I did not make much sense, but for a person who had lived his life as a guy, it was strange wailing without that cluster between the legs. I was a little inconsolable. And I blabbered something about the penis having been the most important part of my being and now I was bereft and masquerading with false tits.

My sorrow at what had happened was too deep to articulate in any tidy fashion, and I felt that I had lost my trajectory, was dislocated from the past and had notion of how to handle the future.

I was such a mess that Sylvia could not do much to support me. But she just sat with me forever allowing me to ruminate and wander on my landscape of despair.

Sylvia assured me that this feeling of despair was normal and the only solution was to keep moving forward and keep busy.

I retorted that I had been keeping myself busy and had done all that was asked of me in a most thorough fashion, but that the nights were the hard times, because then you have to stop running and become still and it then that all the despair caught up and consumed me.

Sylvia said that we must move things on and asked if I could move from the Pink room next day.

Helen was arriving next morning and would need the room for Charles' pinking.

She was proposing to move the pinking session forward one day so I would be free to go to Kuala Lumpur with her on Sunday afternoon.

She explained that they would be posting my photos on a web site and expected there would be considerable interest in me. She proposed that we go to Kuala Lumpur for a couple of days prior to my departure for Penang.

I told her I was agreeable to moving things along even if it meant going to Kuala Lumpur to be fucked. I told her anything was better than staying still and immersed in depression.

Sylvia put her arms around me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

She gave me a pill to help me get to sleep and told me to get my clothes off and put my glorious body to sleep. She promised that tomorrow would be a big day with Helen taking me through the parlor routines and when I went to sleep the masquerading would end. With that she was off.

 

4. Insatiable

Helen confessed ambivalence of her depinking. She had enjoyed her time as female, but wanted to return home and make contact with her children, brothers and sisters.

She told me of the TransInternational "BizLounge Professional' concept which had at selected five start hotels, special lounges for preferred customers. Members could go there 24/7 have a drink, read the papers, catch a video and enjoy some company.

Gold Gowns would play hostesses/geisha roles and would where required, bring patrons to the girls where comfort was required.

She described how BizLounge Professional was dignified and resplendent and many who used the lounges did no inkling of the additional services available.

She described how specific businessmen offered BizLounge Professional memberships, and a database register was kept of their needs and proclivities so that services were appropriately targeted.

Helen instructed me in the Shakti protocol for dealing with patrons so interactions were ritualized inherent tensions minimized

She showed me what patrons expected from the time they knocked on a parlor door. She explained that by that stage patron's purposes were clear and it was the girl's responsibility to allow the transaction to flow easily to completion. The girl was not there to have a personal encounter she was there to meet a need without interruption of unnecessary preliminaries.

We adjourned to the specially prepared centre 'parlor Room"

At first Helen asked me to dress in a man's business suit. I came to the Parlor Door, knocked and as I entered, Helen came forward. She then kissed me on the cheek, and helped me take off my coat and her hand strayed to my crotch, as she guided me to the bed where she expeditiously made a fuss of me (wearing a dildo as I was) as a condom was fitted and she proceeded to the dedication.

She showed me how I might prolong the patron's enjoyment, by delaying his climax to maximize his pleasure.

She showed me the protocol for removal of the condom to the plastic container, and the warm towel placed on the fellow's genitals, as the girl recovered her clothes and retreated through the rear exit.

She showed me how to label the plastic box, enter the number in my Dedication report and deposit the box in the fridge for later pick p and laboratory analysis. .

She showed me how complete a dedication report defining patron's needs and proclivities and then review what had been said of the next patron, so I could modify the dedication to better meet specific needs.

Again and again I had to play the male role and then on numerous occasions I acted the girl's role until Helen thought I was managing adequately.

She apologized for the repetition but, as she explained, when work starts it is constant, and the protocol will maintain quality of service and help me retain my poise.

Sylvia had the video going the whole time, and Helen was able to call for a replay to help me grasp and understand what was important.

She showed me how to sit on a chair after each dedication and liberally apply the lubricant and hygienic creams, saying that

"For the fellow it is a moment longed for and driven by lust. For us lust is largely out of the question, it is little more than physical exercise and we need these oils and creams or the volume of activity would be impossible"

Helen was very practical and told me that the year had not been an agony. She said that the community of support among the girls was extraordinary as the fact of being pressed to this service for a limited period encouraged a comradeship.

She said that the mixing with the Asian girls was also a blessing and she had forged very close friendship.

Although this day was exhausting, I found Helen to be a breath of hope and I was less fearful of what lay ahead.

I finished the day with a relaxed gym session followed by a run along the beach with Tenang.

Tenang came by to help, but I largely prepared myself for the formal dinner that night, where Helen and Charles were the principal guests.

I asked Helen how she felt about Charles and what was to happen.

She said "I think he is beautiful because he is my ticket to go back home. I am not thinking much beyond that. I understand he is an active lad but I have longed for this night for twelve months and expect to be his equal."

It was interesting being an observer at the meal. A week had passed since I had been 'the lamb'. I understood what was going on now and appreciated the tragedy behind the double meaning jokes that passed. Charles laughed along with everything. Helen had captivated him and his purposes were obvious. Tam and Tenang had drifted out and Sylvia took me by the hand and asked if she could show me something.

"How did you think of that", she asked as she poured me my nightcap.

"I don't know what to think. I could see what was going on, and could hear the jokes but it is all a bit close to me at present and I am still too deeply in the throes of adjustment."

To my surprised, I found myself starting to sob. I had cried too much during this week, and Sylvia put her arms around me and drew me in, and consoled me by rubbing my back

"Can you talk about it, honey" she asked.

"I can't make sense of it, it is all too much to talk of and I feel silly trying and besides I am feeling sore"

"Tell me about the soreness"

"It began after lunch and since the exercises has become worse. It is soreness on my chest, around the nipples."

"I can fix that," said Sylvia. "I can fix that easily, it is part of your adjustment preparing for the pinking. Put your glass down and come with me.

She took me back to my new room and helps me to take off my gown, blouse and bra and bit me to lie on the bed.

She saw the enlargement and red colour of my nipples and poured lavender lotion on my chest and began rubbing it in around the nipples and around my chest.

It was immediately soothing, and I told her so.

She bent down and lightly brushed my cheek with a kiss, saying that I had this soreness because my body is bursting for the second pinking. She then gave me another formulary and as I lab back relaxing, her hands continually to softly rub the lotion around my breast, up to my shoulder and down to my stomach.

"That is so soothing", I purred.

It was soothing and I was recognizing erotic feelings as she squeezed my nipples, So I closed my eyes and tried to work out what was happening and then to enjoy.

Is this what happens to females I thought. I decided to stay with it and I realize that Sylvia was moving her hand in a wide arc, sometimes going under the lip of my undies and deeper each side. She reached forward and lightly kissed my forehead and then had her two hands moving all over feeling my body.

I realized that I was quite 'worked up' and was enjoying it. I opened my eyes slightly and was staring at her lovely breasts waving at me, as she with eyes shut savored what she was doing.

I thought "what the heck", and I reached up and encapsulated each of those lovely breasts in my hands, holding them tightly.

Sylvia immediately stopped what she was doing, looked at me, paused and gave me an endearing smile.

I did not know what to do. So I undid her top button and then the second one, and straining the blouse to one side, held her breasts, cupped as they were in the bra. Again she just looked at me, with that half smile.

So I undid the other buttons and removed her blouse. I then slid her bra straps from her shoulder and down her arms, and they tumbled out.

I moved my hands clumsily around those lovely breasts, not really knowing what to do, but in awe at the confrontation.

I began to shake, an involuntary shake so different was this experience.

Sylvia took charge; she leaned over and turned off the light. I could feel her help me remove my undies and as I lay naked on the bed, I knew she was disrobing...

She pried my legs apart and lap on top of me, kissing me first in the stomach, then on the breasts, and then slid up to my lips.

I gasped for breath and said.

"Sylvia, I said. "Thank you for liking me, this is so different"

My arms went around her, over her back and shoulders and down to her bottom and I felt her entering me.

"Oh dear, I choked, and gasping for breath almost said. "I can't work this one out, what a surprise"

I did not finish what I tried to utter, for as she pushed further into me, and further and further, I was beyond thinking.

I was gasping for breath and must have been screaming loudly as she started a rhythmic pulse that I matched stroke for stroke. When after forever she peaked, my legs were around her waist and I found I was lifting her high in the air. I felt her shoot in me and I felt it bubble out and around me, and savored each spurt, until exhausted, she withdrew and rolled off to lie beside me breathing hard.

"Oh dear", I said, "Unreal, I want more of that!"

I rolled on to my side, and put my mouth to her breast and ran my tongue around the base of her nipple, and slid my hand down to the base of her dick and used her own cum to slide around her dick, her balls and found a vagina located behind the ball sack. She lay there, breath heaving and I kept up my gentle massage until eventually I felt a slight stiffening. I sucked a little harder on her nipples and intensified the tongue massage until that stiffening was hard and I clamored on top of her, straddling her and gasping myself as I gently lowered my sabot over her sword, doing so every so slowly to savor every bit until I reached the hilt.

I paused and then, with my head back I began to ride, slowly at first and then with my head back, my mouth open, my hands on my head faster and faster as I felt Sylvia's energy build and her thrust meeting mine.

Wave upon wave of pleasures coursed through my body as I rode on until I heard Sylvia's muffled cry and I stilled to accept all she had to offer.

I rolled off and over and lay beside her. Again I moved my mouth to her nipple and began to suckle.

"Oh help," she cried, "Prue you are insatiable. You will kill me please not more!

But I could not stop so she rose up, and stood beside the bed, I too rose with my arms around her sweaty back.

I felt her fingers prodding my bottom, and her lips on my cheek as I said

"Please Sylvia, I want more of you"

"No Prue, I am done, I can't, but come with me, I have something for you to drink, and I want your second pinking to start now."

She returned with a vial and I hungrily drank it and feeling tiredness move down my body, I allowed her to lower me to the bed, and as she pulled the sheet over my body, I felt myself sliding back into sleep.

**********

Again from the depths of sleep, I felt a shaking, a persistent shaking. She was kneeling beside my bed, naked and saying "Welcome Prue, Welcome. You are so beautiful. I am now going to count from one to three and will then help you up and into the shower. One. Two Three."

I felt myself being pulled up, and though I felt wobbly, she led me to the slower, turned on the warm water and once again placed the soap in my hand as the warm body fell on me, on my hair and down my chest and over, "oh shit, I have tits now and they are bloody enormous. How am I ever going to get out of this?"

With this cry, Tenang has reached in and turned the water off. She wrapped me in a towel she patted me dry, saying

"Come Prue, we must move quickly. Sylvia is waiting for you. And to think I was the first to touch those big gorgeous tits of your Prue. The first of many, my dear!"

Before I had chance to respond she had me dressed and was combing my hair.

I did little, for I was stunned by the morphing. It was now complete. "How will I get out of this?" "What will become of me?" "When does it end?"

I was shuffled into the car which left immediately as the door was shut.

Sylvia passed me a small glass, saying "drink this, you are still sedated, it will wake you up."

I gulped it down and sat back in the seat.

I looked at what I was wearing, I looked down my blouse.

"What jugs!"

"Enormous! Am I a freak?"

"Yes Prue, what jugs, but come, we need to move along, apply some make up and tidy up your hair. We have work to do.

"Your photos on the web have achieved a response!"

"Don't know how I am going to handle this!"

"Look honey, the 'jugs' are not too big. You are a 'designer edition', for your height and weight we have got it right, exactly what the market wants."

"Now you are finished, tomorrow I must take pool side photos for the website – as you say, once they see those 'jugs'….. They have done a wonderful job; let me have a quick peep?"

I was also continually peeping down my own cleavage and feeling the weight of the cups. A very different experience, very amazing.

"Where is this going to end Sylvia, how am I going to get out of this and be normal again?"

Sylvia reached out and opened the refrigerated and taking two glasses poured me a chardonnay. "Let me toast you my dear. A great piece of work and a very voracious one at that."

I began to smile and put my hand on her crotch gave her a squeeze and put the glass to my lips."

She took my hand and drew it away, holding me and with laugher said "Voracious and insatiable. What a ballistic thing we have unleashed."

Once again I did not know whether to laugh or to cry and once again I did neither and drank, and asked for replenishment."

We came to the hotel, and Sylvia told me that our room was number 2020, but that I was go take the lift and go straight to room 1743 where Mr. Tecan was waiting for me.

"God Sylvia, this is really different walking with this bounce in the chest. Do you notice how guys are looking at me, or at them? Is it happening or am I deceiving myself?"

"It is happening Prue, you will cause a riot."

"Shit Prue, every step they ripple twice. This is embarrassing!"

"You have been very well put together Prue. I think that guy over there just had an organisms."

"Give me a break Sylvia. Do you want me to grab your dick right here and now?"

"Get up to that room Prue, and get stuffed!"

Leaving Sylvia to do the booking, and feeling rather timorous I rode the lift to the seventeenth floor and knocked on the door of 1743.

A middle aged Malaysian gentleman opened the door and I said "Mr. Tecan, I believe you are expecting me."

"Come in my dear, Come in"

He led me to the sofa and I sat down saying "You must bear with me Mr. Tecan; this is all very new to me."

"That is what I understand dear, but I will be gentle, so please don't worry. May I get you a drink?"

"O yeas, please, Can it be a whisky?"

He came back with a small glass and sat with me as I sipped and allowed the burning fluid to rinse around my mouth.

"You have such a magnificent chest Prue, would you mind if I undid some buttons.

"Be my guest Mr. Tecan, please do as you please.

At this he knelt beside me, and undid the buttons progressively slipping my blouse from my shoulder and reaching around to undo my bra.

"Magnificent Prue."

"Do you think I might be a little too large Mr. Tecan?"

"No Prue, don't countenance such thoughts, you hang beautifully and you are so soft."

As he rubbed my breasts I felt the electricity flow and when he took my nipples in his mouth, I started tugging on his shirt so it came from his belt and started to undo his buttons so I could feel his skin he rose to allow me to oblige, and quickly his pants were around his ankles and we got to his bed.

I found myself manic to get to his dick and into my sabot. Then I sighed with relief, and when he started this most vigorously pumping I felt bliss, sheer bliss. "This is magnificent" I said.

Again and again I felt surges of pleasure wracking my body and I thought I would go mad as he relentlessly pushed on then, at last he came and we both sank into the bed exhausted.

I rolled over, kissed him on his forehead and said "thank you, thank you. What a gift you have been"

Then gathered my clothes and went to his bathroom to freshen up and dress before departing.

I knocked on the door, and Sylvia was there with the cell phone in her ear.

"Thank you Mr. Tecan, we are so pleased you are happy. I look forward to dealing with you again also. Regards/"

"A satisfied customer Prue and a good report to go on your website profile! You know that after each Dedication, patrons complete a report and these reviews show against your name and bring you your earnings."

"God Sylvia, maybe I am insatiable. He just touched me and I went into frenzy. Maybe this energy has been building up all my life waiting to come out. I cannot believe it.

"Once again Prue, we need to move on. There is a gentleman and his wife waiting for us down in the dining room. They are Malaysian but very English, and they want to have a light supper with us and take us back to their apartment. It is a strange assignment, but they both want to see you naked and then she, Muriel, will take me off and you will have time with Ronald.

I would like you to wear this pink gown. Let me help you into it.

The gown was much like that which I wore on the first night, but now without the blouse, it rimmed my breasts in a most elegant fashion.

"I am not showing too much am I Sylvia."

"Trust us Prue, it is impossible to hide what you have and it will not be your style to 'flash' too much. Trust us, we know how to make you successful/"

We caught the lift and then walked the stairs to the dining room.

It was so different to feel the bounce with each step and I could see people looking at me, at my body and it was nice to be noticed.

I was introduced to Ron and Muriel and we shared an entrée portion and light chatter. Both Ron and Muriel were unduly looking at me and especially so was Muriel who studied me closely right up until we left the table to take the cab for their place.

Muriel showed me their indoor pool. I declared that I would love to have a swim and rued that I had not costumed.

"Don't be constrained, my Dear, we are all adults."
"Could I, you are most kind"

"Let me help you," Muriel said.

And at that, she ran the zip down my back, and pulled the straps from my shoulders.

"Let me undo your bra Prue, "It is a trick to unclasp these things."

'Oh dear", I though, she is going to be giving me a hard time! She pulled my dress and bra down my body, looking intently as if for weld joints.

"You are so beautiful Prue, now enjoy your swim. I want to show Sylvia something in the guest quarters."

With that she was off, so I turned to Ronald and asked if before we plunged he would show me the house before I took to the pool and traced wet foot prints over his house.

I took his hand as we walked and he went straight to his bedroom, and when he closed the door, I stood facing him and put my hand over his crotch.

In no time, he was on top of me and pumping vigorously. Again I had forgotten to use a condom, and again I was actively reciprocal with his movements. When he came, I kissed him on the forehead and thanked him for the wonderful experience, and unsteadily, walked back to the pool.

I lulled the water reflecting on the amazing week I had had, thinking how unbelievably my life had changed since accepting this offer. "What I had been doing". "Where would it all end"

My concentration was snapped by the returning Muriel and Sylvia.

"Where is Ronald, my Dear"

"He suddenly became very tired and decided to retire for the night"

"Men are like that, Ron tires very easily!"

I took myself from the water and wrapped a towel around my bosom as I had seen other women do.

"Why don't you let that towel down Prue, and let me have a close look at you.

"Prue, an amazing creation! Someone is to be congratulated."

"Yes Muriel" I said, "someone is to be congratulated. Amazing, a beautiful body I did not deserve."

Muriel reached forward and put her hand on my shoulder looked me intently with the hint of a wry smile and said:

"Yea, Prue indeed, a great gift has been given to the world which will give life to those who are tired and limp."

"Muriel, Spoken like the prophetess Anna at the Presentation in the Temple! Yea verily, a gift created for the service of all men – or so I am told to expect."

In saying this, I began to snigger and Muriel and Sylvia erupted in laugher and flung their arms around me to hold them up, grasping as they were in convulsions.

I stood my ground, and looking at Muriel with the tears streaming down my face, I added:

"Yea verily, Muriel, It is for me to do, to lie down and take it like a woman"

With that I too lost it and the three of us were there, lying writhing in the agony of mirth.

After a long time, Muriel gathered herself, looked at me and said wryly:

"How amazing a change for you Prue, I understand you had had little experience with women, and now, you must be scared stiff."

"It scares me horribly, but I have not choice, but thankfully at present I am so incontrovertible horny."

"Oh Prue, you are so delicious and I pray that you remain horny for a time, for you will have your admirers. Let me touch you again; feel the firmness of those breasts. You are a magnificent creation."

"She was thinking they were a bit too big", Sylvia interjected.

"No, indeed, No my dear. They are so firm and hold up so beautifully, and I was watching men gasp for breath as you walked down the steps. Stand up and turn around, let me see your gorgeous bum."

I offered a delicate pirouette and bow, and she said:

"Oh my dear, Honey, 'for the service of all men' in deed! I do believe that most of them will try!"

"Come Prue, gather up your parts, it is getting late, we should go home."

Muriel gave me a most warm kiss on the cheek and helped me dress.

"I feel I want to fuck you myself, Prue. Is that me saying that filthy word, Heavens, what are you doing to me Prue" Muriel said, throwing her head back in laughter.

She helped me with my bra, and as she reached round and hooked the straps said:

"It requires a little contortion to reach round and do these things up Prue, be careful that you do not pull a muscle! A steep learning curve for you my dear!"

"Oh dear, how ever am I going to adjust to all this, it is just too much."

"Don't worry dear, time will pass and enjoy the fun that is on offer. I think I envy you."

We said our goodbye and were soon back in our suite.

I took off my clothes and began to view myself from different angles and admire what I saw in the mirror.

"I hope you can excuse my vanity, Sylvia, but I cannot get my eyes off myself. It is amazing to walk around behind these fantastic tits, being the object of my own desire. It is Amazing!" I said "I was always taught to practice 'chastity of the eyes' to look away and not be distracted by a woman's charms, and now where am I? I am literally giving myself the 'hots'. I am so self aware of my charms and I found myself winking at guys who were looking at me longingly."

"How am I every going to assimilate all of this Sylvia, and come out at the other end with any self-concept? And me being insatiable since you came on me, and have felt so totally horny since I first sipped that formulary."

"That is what it does Prue, but besides, a young girl grows up seeing the gradual emerging of her breasts and wonders and looks forward to meeting and marrying a man. For you, the changes all occurred overnight, and you have new parts that are wildly responsive to touch and you have not aspiration for long term relationship with men you meet."

"For you it has been like 'Instant Coffee", it has been 'Instant Voluptuousness". You were a non-participant, and now you have these racy new parts that are faster than you and demand attention."

"You have to be patient with yourself and your self-concept during this year will be an interregnum thing, but you can continue your life's course and offer care and kindness and your Beatitudes values to those you encounter."

"The deeper 'Self-Concept' is not predicated on gender."

"Now before we jump in the spa – for which I have a chilled Chardonnay and other things for you to share. I would like to show you how different bras show off your breasts"

With that I went through an exercise of wearing different tops and blouses with three different types of bras that were to be made available for me. The key thing she suggested is not to purposefully reveal too much. She showed me that with the right bra associated with each style of top. She said I would surely cause a riot with the odd accidental showing, but it would always be viewed as cheap if seen to be contrived.

"So much to learn" I said ruefully but thinking that I had absolutely amazing wares!

*********

I awoke early, had a quick shower and went down to the gym to run some miles on the machine. I did the routine of exercises Tenang had specified, and was glowing with perspiration as I returned to the suite.

"Don't change, just stay exactly as you are, and go to the suite on 2203. There is a gentleman named Imran who would like to meet you.

With the towel around my neck, I ventured up to 2203 to meet Imran who I hand noticed in the weight room.

He also was a tall middle aged man who was slightly over-weighted. He too had the towel around him, still hot from the exercises.

"Can we catch a spa together Prue"

"A good offer," I said

We stripped down together and stepped into the foaming water.

"It must have been an amazing couple of weeks for you Prue."

I did not know what to say. Sylvia had warned me that although locals knew about Shakti and its activities, we were not free to talk at all. I had exchanged repartee with Muriel, but that was actually me going progressing towards a personal acceptance of my lot, I was not wishing to make admissions.

"An amazing couple of weeks!" I said.

"Had you had much experience with men."

"I have a father and brothers." I declared

"You do have a most beautiful body, how did you get it, how do you maintain yourself so well"

"I do love to be appreciated." I said. "I see you work hard in the gym. You must like to be fit."

"I confess I find you very attractive"

He extended his hand and pulling me, I came over and I straddled him

He smiled at me he jerked his large penis right up inside me. It sent shock waves right through me as I gasped for breath

"I did feel a shudder Prue. Let me thrust you again my girl. Did you like that? It seems you did. What an amazing change Prue. Let me give it to you hard and fast, Prue let me take your breath away and give you a real fuck."

At this he began to pump vigorously, I just put my arms around his neck, as he lifted me up out of the water, put my back against the wall and pumped me hard. I knotted my legs around his waist and tried to hang on as I gasped for breath.

"Take it Prue, take it hard. Hope you love it. I am going to blow in you; I am going to fill you up!"

He went on and on and on and I was screaming for relief until I felt him flush.

He held me hard and still, and then slowly lowered me back into the water and as we uncoupled and rested in exhaustion.

I thought to myself, 'I have now been truly done over!'

Helen told me about these guys wanting to score with a European Pink. I decided I needed to fight back, so I waited until he was to a degree rested, and floated over to his side, and started to massage his chest with the soap. I did his chest, his shoulders, and his face and moved down his thigh and across his stomach. I felt he had stirred, so I mounted him again.

As he slipped in, I let go with a vigorous 'Ah!'

"Well, look at what I have found. A wild stallion that needs to be broken in. I am going to hold on tight and ride it to it is submissive. Give me all you have got Stallion!" I said this and began to gyrate on him, round and round and up and down, fast as an Egyptian belly dancer...

I hear him gasp and I knew he could not keep up with me, so I grabbed his hair behind his ears, and hung on tight, saying:

"Run, buck you beauty, I will wear you into submission. Come on Stallion, buck me, and buck me hard!"

I heard him gasping as he came, so I slipped off and knelt in the water beside him.

"Sorry Imran, I got a bit eager then. I wanted to tame that wild stallion and then ride it gently into the corral."

"Touché." He said. "I wish you well Prue, you are no sissy, and you are value. I wish you well"

I leant over and kissed him on the forehead, and said "thanks Imran, I really enjoyed sex with you. I was hoping you might go another round with me. Could I saddle you up again? Could I?"

"No thanks, Prue," he said with a laugh, "But thanks for the offer, and maybe another time"

I laughed, kissed him on the lips and thanked him for being such a good sport, with that I got out dried off, climbed into my gym clothes turned and said to him: "Bye Imran, you are a good guy. I hope they are all like you."

And then I was off, back to recount the experience to Sylvia.

She nearly wet herself when I told her of my retaliatory fuck.

"You know he rang me and thanked me for bringing you. He was confused and exhausted, and I heard him utter "She is a real man".

With laughter I shrieked at him say "What did you say Imran"

"You know what I mean!"

"You have had three wonderful encounters Prue. I have another Commitment for you at midday, is that okay.

I said, that would be okay, but maybe no more. This is Monday and from tomorrow night I am going to be flat out with guys coming one after the other. I am managing the part, I think I would like to cool it, have a read, a walk and enjoy your company until we depart tomorrow morning.

Sylvia told me that she agreed entirely and had reluctance in accepting this midday Commitment.

"He was a nice old guy," she said. "He is over seventy and has recently lost his wife and has been suffering badly."

"I have known him for years, dealt with him, and he has never used our services before. I am pleased you are willing.

When midday came, Sylvia put out demur clothes for me, and suggested I be 'not too racy' with the old guy.

I went up to his room, and he greeted me with warm hospitality.

He asked me if I would like a drink, and I said a cup of coffee would be wonderful.

So we sat near the window and ate biscuits and drank coffee. We were sitting for quite a while in which time he told me of his wife and cried a bit.

He told me that he missed her so much and he found the night so empty with her gone.

He said that it was not that they were very sexual. He described her as just comfortable company.

I asked him it if would be okay if we just lay together for a while, that we might turn the lights off and close the blinds, and just lie there enjoying one another's company.

I told him to slip his shoes off as I would to, so he could relax.

I then lay with him; we were each on our sides, looking at one another.

"Sylvia tells me what a sweet man you are. I am so sorry you are in such pain".

With that I reached over and kissed him on the forehead and pug my arm around him to give him a hug.

I turned to be on my back and took his arm and put it on my breast.

"Here, could I take a time to help you to relax."

"Thank you, you are most kind." He said.

So I undid my buttons and unhooked my bra and put his hand on my breast.

I put my arm around him and rubbed the back of his head, as he fondled me.

"You are so gentle with me" I said.

I could hear his breath coming faster, so I drew myself up, and said,

"Let's get under the sheets and be comfortable."

With that, I kicked off my blouse, and helped him take of his shirt and his socks, and pulled the cover back and walked away so he could take of his trousers without my watching.

I went around to my side of the bed and dropped my knickers, climbed into bed and took him back into my arms, bidding him to relax as I continued to rub the back of his head.

He was moving over my breasts and gently rubbing around the nipples and his hand would loop down over my stomach each time going a little deeper.

So as to allay his worries, each time he ventured south, I gave him an assuring kiss on the forehead, and he began to finger me in a most delightful way.

I knew I was surrogate benefiting from his years with his wife, and he was very pleasurable and I told him he was nice and that his wife must have been lovely to be with as he was making me feel very nice and I felt very dignified.

He was becoming quite excited and asked if he could mount me.

I asked if he would delay it a while for I was just loving the way he was reverencing me.

I too was becoming quite excited and when I felt myself go over the top, I whispered to him, "Please take me now. I want you to come inside me."

With that he got on top. I put my hand on his bottom, and said"

"Please make it slow and delicious."

I felt him fill me up and his movements were barely perceptible but rhythmical.

I was gasping for breath, my voraciousness was kicking in, but I said

"Oh, thank you, this is wonderful"

After a long time, I felt him come. I did not feel much came, but I knew he was finished.

He rolled off me, and I grasped his hand and we both slipped into partial slumber.

I heard him stir, and asked if he had it in him to fix me again.

He laughed, and said: "I have loved this time with you Prue. And I am so pleased that you want more, but I have spent my energy quotient and then some more."

"Well I might have to make my way now, my friend. I don't like to leave, but I have to. I do thank you for your gentleness. You are a wonderful man"

With that I gathered my clothes, and went to the bathroom to freshen up and ready to leave.

I came out, and he was just on asleep.

"See you later you sweet old man. You are 100% gift and gift yourself as company to another lady"

I made my way back to Sylvia to discover I had been away for two hours.

"I hope you did not wear him out Prue," Sylvia said.

"No, he is the sweetest of men and it was wonderful to make love with his memories, and all in slow motion."

"Let's go over to the mall and get a coffee"

The place was bustling. So many stalls selling mobile phones, the rest leather goods, kitchen utilities and kid's toys.

We took at table overlooking the activity, ordered a coffee and as we sat and watched Sylvia said:

"This is where the real people live Prue. I was not made to live in a normal home. Nor was I made to beget and look after children. My lot is different, living alone and in a way living for all of them. They are all my children, and they know it."

"Did you notice that we got no bill with our Coffees. They know who you are and that you have given this year to protect them. You are appreciated; don't forget this!"

"These twelve months will be different. There are thousands of businessmen arriving every day. They travel in a cocoon always meeting other travelers who inhabit the transit lounges. They think they mix with locals, but deep down they are Outsiders, and they know it!"

"You are the protection. These people you see what to live their lives, they don't want these visitors upsetting the young lithesome girls like those over there. Look at them with the Muslim veils, they are ready for fun and excitement but there would only be grief and rejection if they came in and mingled in the transit lounges."

"You have been built for the transit lounge and you will assure and comfort those who are lonesome and away from home. It is a marvelous opportunity for hospitality and it even helps that these guys can get another sight and perspective on their life and modus operandi."

"You are perfect for the transit lounge, but you do not fit-in over here with these people. Neither do you fit in back when the travelers go home. You are a person without a history and a fit in the social structures. Remember that you do not fit-in over here with these people you see... You would not fit-in if went home with one of the travelers. They would want to know your family, of the school you went to, the games you played…"

"You have not been made for that Prue. You have been designed to meet needs in the transit lounge. You are a 'designer product' and you will be a wonderful success. But don't venture beyond your turf, Prue. It will not work!"

"You know, despite the reverence for Shakti and they do talk about you and they know you represent the excitement of a Pink Gown. The richer ones will pay prodigiously to be with you. They admire you. They know you have been tricked into service and you are doubly admired, because you cross the sexual taboo boundaries. You are appreciated and word is spreading about you, there are already glowing reports of you already on the website. You could be a mega star!?

"You will be very busy in Penang; you will be booked out for these 'Special Commitments' but make sure you develop your support from the girls and from your outside activities.

Keep your dealings with patrons on the 'business level' and only take contracts as they come to you in the database. This will protect you in a multiplicity of ways.

I thought over what Sylvia had said, and I knew she was right. I figured I needed to have someone from outside the world, to talk with someone and have some fun. I needed to have some contact beyond what Sylvia called 'the transit lounge'.

As we got ready for dinner, Sylvia said.

"Lets dress up regally and stun them madly"

At dinner, the guys from an adjoining table kept eyeing off these two glamorous ladies and in time, they moved over and sat with us. Sylvia hammed it up outrageously and I experimented with what she had told me, leaning over innocently so they got a face full. She winked at me, and then skillfully hollowed out her shoulders as the admirers tried not to peep too obviously. I imitated each and every of her moves and we giggled at one another.

Sylvia got up and started to play the piano. She was magnificent, moving from the classical to "Three blind Mice" in boogie-woogie fashion. I got up and hammed it with her with my dancing. "See how they run, they all ran after the farmer's wife…."

She slowed it down to be slow and sultry, "See how they run. They all ran after the farmer's wife, cutting their tails…." I 'vamped' it up outrageously as they clapped in time and then wildly with cheers when they stopped.

Sylva stood up from the piano and bowed extravagantly. She then held my hand up as in victory, and did a curtsy. I joined my hands in Japanese appreciation, in European prayer, and prostrated myself, to each segment of the room. And then flashing big smiles, Sylvia and I skipped from the room, each laughing our silly heads off .

 

5. Parlor Made

At the Penang airport, I was greeted by this a beautiful Indian lady holding a plaque. Only Indian women can muster such dignified beauty. She had penetrating eyes, and slightly graying hair on the temples. She was tall and stately without an inch of excess weight. She was an imperial beauty, and when I faced her, she said.

"Here is my Prue. Let me see you? Oh dear, Are you going to be a rage! Welcome, Welcome. Lovely to meet you, I am Krishna"

And before I could open my mouth she encapsulated me in a strong and full body hug.

"Come, honey let's have a cappuccino, before we drive back – you are a beautiful piece of work, Prue!"

"Krishna, you are stunning yourself, it is an honor to receive the warmth of your embrace"

With that she hugged me and we both started laughing.

"Don't know how I will handle this being a comfort girl round the clock!"

"You are going to have to help me Krishna!"

"I am always there Prue, day and night. I am always there."

I was taken to my two room apartment. It had a well stocked kitchenette, a sitting room with a view, and a comfortable bedroom.

"Keep checking the computer Prue, it will tell you your schedule and it will advise you on what you should wear for each occasion. Tick what you would like for your meals and your refrigerator will be restocked and your room will be cleaned each day. You have your work to do and Shakti tries to provide complete support."

I am going to leave you for a few minutes, so you can make yourself at home, and then I will come back and help you prepare for work.

As Krishna left me, I heard a knock on the door and in came two women. The first introduced herself as Jo, and the other was someone I recognized to be Sandra.

"Welcome to our house," said Jo "we are so pleased you have joined us and it is our responsibility to make you feel at home and help you to adjust.

"You remember me," said Sandra, I smiled and nodded.

"I must apologize for my behavior, but I was then not long from pinking and was deep in cathartic shock."

"You do look much fuller in the bodice now!" I joked

"You can talk dear Prue; the week has done wonders for your delectability."

"What a difference a week made, to all of us", said Jo.

"How do you survive?" I asked. "It seems our lot in life is to be 'available' twenty four / seven."

"About right," said Jo "but it is not as bad as it sounds. Sandra will tell you that the first few weeks are hard, but I have nearly done my year, and go home soon. There is much about this year that I see to have been wonderful"

"How are you coping, Sandra?" I asked.

"I take to things rather slowly Prue. I was in the caverns of despair when first we met, and I have not particularly enjoyed this week, but I have survived. I am working it through and the other girls give wonderful support. I am trying to proceed with trust and industry!"

Jo said "We have just popped in to say Hello. Let's meet after the night's toil and let's go out and have lunch together tomorrow."

"I would be thankful for your company as well, as I leave you girls soon. We will see you later; we have to go now, for the action starts soon."

After Jo and Sandra departed, Krishna came back and helped me ready for my first night. She told me what I should wear and what I should take.

She then took me down to my parlor room and sat with me as I worked through the check list.

We checked my schedule for the night and she went through the analysis of clients I had been given. She promised to be outside my back door to help me after each dedication.

After she was gone, I sat and began to read my book, until there was a gentle knock on the door. I opened the door and said "welcome" to the quite little fellow who was waiting. I followed the procedure as instructed, and all went well to plan. I quite enjoyed the experience of the first few guys and was wondering if there was really need for Krishna's attentiveness.

After the fourth patron had departed, I was straining at the prospect of catering for six more and was wondering if the night would ever end.

I was shocked by the fifth patron because he came in ready for what he wanted and he was sufficiently pushy that I lost all contact with the protocol.

I opened the door and he took control immediately and had me on the bed, clothes half off, a hand pulling at my nipple, a finger penetrating me. He was then furiously pumping each stroke causing my head to bump against the wall. It was horrible, and when he was done, he was up and out of there without even looking at me for the whole exercise. I was left there, disheveled, lying on the bed, in dismay.

I hobbled out the back door crying, and Sylvia was there. She fastened and straightened my clothes, and knelt at my feet tending the hygiene procedure with the cleaning and lubricating materials.

'Open wider" she said, and I just stood there blubbering, muttering 'it was horrible', and at her bidding sat down as she asked a few questions and filled out the report. She recovered the condom from the rubbish bin, labeled it, put the number in the report and stored it in the fridge.

She did my hair, dried my eyes and cleaned up my makeup, then led me back to the chair. Put my book in my lab, and was hardly out the back door before the next patron entered.

The next patron was rough with me as well, but perhaps I was so disheveled emotionally, anyone would have travailed me. Again Krishna was there when I was done.

Once more, she knelt at my feet applying the perfume and hygiene concoctions and inserting the lubricants, while I stood there sobbing. She told me to gather myself, and get back to the protocol. She told me I had to show character. Remember, she said, you have only three more to do to night.

I got back to the protocol and did not have any trouble at all with the next two guys and the final fellow was actually sensitive and lovely.

I was nonetheless, bedraggled, shaken and emotionally bruised as I went up to my room.

But Jo was there with Krishna and together they took me down to the spa where Sandra was already drinking.

"Come Prue, drop your dressing gown and splash with us. We are all starkers; we all come from the same factory. So let's see how you splash them!"

As I slipped my dressing gown off, I said "I feel a bit fragile at present, so please be kind to me."

Krishna explained how I had successive 'I do it my way" guys.

Jo was quick with solutions and said "Don't let the insensitive guys bother you Prue. They are the easy ones. They know what they want and they go for it. We always welcome this type of guy, for there is no need to think, you just lie back and they do their stuff.

"But it is hard starting," Jo said. "The Shakti protocol leads you to believe you can control the patrons, but it does not always work. Let it happen! And don't forget that you cannot possibly get sexual enjoyment in this traffic control environment. But you can be athletic and participatory and carry the action to these guys. Attack is the best defense, so match them stroke for stroke and see how they stand up! When they blow they are done, but you are still in there. Tweak them then, Prue, reassert yourself"

Krishna handed me a drink: "Have a drink my friend, it has been a big day, you need to relax."

 

6. Another Day

I slept surprisingly well. Krishna was there with me in my large bed. She held my hand when I needed it, and I found the laugh in the spa helped me ready for sleep.

I had a light breakfast and went down and did the usual solid work out in the gym.

Jo was there, riding the bike hard, very hard.

When we were done, she said she and Sandra would be up in half an hour.

The dbase told me what to wear for the day, and true to promise in half an hour three very elegantly dressed women were in the lift going down to the hotel to the mezzanine dining room.

"What a beautiful place." I said

"They like us to be here, thinking we add elegance."

I found Jo to be the radiant and Gold of the parlor, and the one nephrites such as myself would naturally turn to for support

She alerted me that the early Pink Gown phase was always a bit tough, for the locals are first to test the 'new piece of European tail'! There was a residual of colonial resentment, and they enjoyed 'giving it to us'!

But no one dared to give us a hard time, for they just mind find themselves in a conversion centre.

She encouraged me to keep the number of Dedications up, it was always hard at first, but it means you have a lot more money to take home.

She expected to take home in excess of $150,000. I thought this money put a bad night in perspective.

Jo was apprehensive as her departure loomed. She had enjoyed the stability and support offered by Shakti and the other girls.

She had responded to the advertisement after a marriage failure, had been devastated when she woke up and found herself with 'tits', and now realized that in going home she needed to settle down and make things work.

"I will take adjustment to stick with one woman – I have enjoyed being a traffic handler!" she said.

Jo had completed an MBA per the internet from the University of Phoenix. Sandra was commencing an MA in "Women's Studies" also on-line.

I did not have the energy for study. "I am studied out", I declared.

"I am going to take tennis lessons and work in a soup kitchen."

I enjoyed yarning the day out and had a laugh and some fun.

Jo shopped for mementos and artifacts to take back. Sandra and I hunted books and I found interesting stuff on ancient customs and Temple practices. Sandra and I exchanged books by mail for the rest of the year. It is nice to have someone with another perspective influencing your selections.

On the second night, Krishna helped me to ready for the night's activities. The flow of patrons proceeded easily. One of the two difficult patrons from last night before came back. I thought I must have put him off, but perhaps his fun was in giving me a hard time. But then again, the poor guy was just looking for diversion from despair. But this time, I matched him stroke for stroke, and worked him as hard as I could. It was quite an athletic performance and one he obviously enjoyed. I wore him down.

"What a beauty!" I said when he blew, "Come by again!" I then planted him with a big firm kiss on the cheek, took the bulging condom, gave him his hot towel and was out the back door to tell Krishna.

She thought it was wonderful.

"Well you are a big athletic girl Prue. Let them know you are in the contest!"

I got through the night quite well and enjoyed the splash we shared in the spa

On the third night, my schedule called for me to break at 9.30pm when Krishna took me over to the hotel for a 'Special Commitment' with a wealthy Indian client named Chaman.

We waiting for him to finish his meeting, and then, so as not to attract too much attention, I followed him up to his room.

It was a strange encounter, for he did not undress. But he was a practiced campaigner. Had been thee many times and we did not have much of an exchange. I felt it best to keep pace with this enthusiasm and meet him stroke for stroke. But, as I said he was an old campaigner and I started to tire before it was his time to deliver.

"Good girl" he said. "You are learning well. Sometime, you must come away with me for a couple of days!"

"That would be nice, I would look forward to that" I said as I collected my gear, dressed and went down the lift and across to the parlor.

I was last in the spa and they asked me where I had been

"Out Working!" I said.

Again Krishna was there, filling the glasses, taking the dressing gowns, and holding the towels.

"Please sleep with me again tonight Krishna. I would love to hold you and rub your bottom"

She gave me one of her warm smiles, and I knew I had a wonderful friend in this woman.

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I found I was reserved for a Special Commitment for a whole night; I had an extended dinner with this older American-Philippine fellow who was an interesting person who enjoyed lively discussion.

I was sure he had been briefed on my background, something that would not have been allowed by Shakti, for he was ardently focusing on religious questions.

He was well versed in modern philosophy and asked searching questions.

When the meal was done, he invited me up to his room for a coffee ('Yea, I bet', I thought).

But as we sat on his balcony high above the city and enjoyed the black coffee and Benedictine, he was pressuring me on how I had adapted to parlor life.

"How can you reconcile yourself to the life of a common prostitution? How could you especially, with your background and values?''

"I think it is a lot more honorable that you pay for your needs rather than take them by deceit or force. I don't judge you harshly for coming to me!"

"What I do is for me to decide, I am asking you of your decisions!"

"Who objects to the 'oldest profession' if there is fair pay and freedom of entry and exit"

"You are evasive, how do you rationalize what you are doing?'

"I did not directly choose this lifestyle, but whatever I try to give good service and care to people I meet."

"So have no moral problems screwing those who pay!"

"What is morality? I need to feel okay with myself in what I do, for when this year is over; I will still have to live with myself."

"How do you 'live with yourself; when you are the instrument of the horny? So, I admit to being horny, and I ask you to please take your clothes off! How do you feel as you respond to this request?"

"Okay. But do you mind if I move inside and off this balcony!"

I then took my clothes of and purposefully did not look at him as I undressed. Instead, I looked at a painting on the wall and when naked walked over for a closer inspection.

"What is the sudden interest in Art? You are undressing for me, aren't you?

"Yes, I did what you asked. I hoped you enjoyed what you saw!"

"I certainly do, you look magnificent. But don't you feel a bit coy standing naked while I leer at you."

"No! Leering is your business, and you are free to do as you like! I do not feel coy; I am sufficiently content with my body as it is!"

"Come over, let me touch your breasts, and rub my hands all over you. Oh this is good Prue, How do you feel, as I 'touch you up'?"

"I like it. It is coursing waves of pleasure through me. Please keep doing it."

"But is this sin, Prue?"

"Are you telling me what sin is? I am never sure what sin is? But let me say, it is a nice feeling to be giving you pleasure while I am enjoying the experience myself. But you are asking intrusive questions. Can I ask how you feel touching me rather than touching your wife back home?"

"I do what I want to do, and she is nothing to do with you! I think your previous life leaves you open to questions that do not need to be asked of my life."

"But let's move on, I intend to fuck you in a few minutes. I am going to fuck you and I am going to enjoy it. How do you feel having sex with another woman's husband?"

"Am I stealing you from her? She is nothing to do with me! I am a commodity you are buying. When you are done, I will go back to the parlor and you will go home. I will not have injured your wife nor wrecked your marriage. Who knows, perhaps I even help your marriage?"

"Well okay, can I ask you co come over and lie with me on the bed."

I did what he had asked and I knew I had the advantage. He was horny and wanted to 'drop his load'. I was largely disinterested. I knew that I was a strong girl and could match his enthusiasm and intended to do more than that and actually take the initiative and perhaps thresh him up a bit. We will see who does who?"

I was asking myself if I was being a bit mean, as I set about working him hard. I figured I could not worry too much about subtle question, but should try to provide him with a night to remember.

I worked him very hard, and when it was over, he lay on his back breathing heavily, completely exhausted.

"You are hot news in this town Prue. Guys always queue up for the Pinks, thinking them more ecstatic than any virgin."

"The word is that you are all this and more. But somehow Prue, you are different. You are detached and clinical, I have been testing you but I have ended up the naked one. But it does not get much better than this."

I tickled him and laughed: "what have you come out into the desert to see, a reed blowing in the wind?' Maybe I might work you over again, I feel like another round!"

"No Prue. Please No. I am done!"

"Come on," I said, "don't give up after before the main course. I can get you up so you shoot like a geyser!"

"No please Prue, Please"

"No? I am so surprised. I suppose I may have to go now; but be warned; I might come back and take you again, later."

"Good night Prue, you sex manic!"

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I left and arrived back to the parlor and went to the spa just as Krishna was offering the chardonnay.

"How did it go Prue" asked Sandra

"I had some fun Sandra. These guys know we are Pinks and perhaps more than that. They think they are going to break in a coy little double virgin. But I worked him hard, and I made him ride a bucking bronco, and when done and exhausted, I threaten to take him again!"

"Let them have it Prue. Let them know they have met a real woman" said Sandra.

I will grab a real woman, right now" I said and took a hand full of Sandra's left beasts, pulling her to me.

She screamed with laughter, and cried out "Unhand me you fiend. You only want me for my mammarys. They are not mine, they belong to Shakti!"

Krishna was laughing her head off, so I pulled her into the spa, sari and all.

She did not spill a drop of the bottle – good woman!

I gave her a hug and a kiss and whispered, please stay with me tonight, I need someone to hold. I am done".

Later she said, "take it easy Prue, you are going to have to pace yourself, You are a bit of a celebrity, the cognoscenti know about you and are queuing up with fistfuls of money. You will have many more of these Special Commitments. You will get rich very quickly."

"Just keep that formulary up Krishna. I think it would be horrible if I did not get a buzz when they touch my breasts!"

"That's what they are paying for Prue, so we will keep you in the high octane but I ask you to be careful where you sit, I don't want you to scorch the seats!"

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I made my way to the Anglican Ladies Soup Kitchen. I needed to get out of the parlor world.

They received me warmly and offered me a weekly roster; I was aware that I was different from the others, but I put my head down and worked as hard as I could.

I wore jeans and tee shirt and was thankful that I took a change of clothes because it was messy completing the clean up and dish wash.

I was working in the same washing tub as Gillian. She was thirty-something, about my age and had four children and a busy husband and used this outing to get the family out of her mind.

I found Gillian to be easy to talk to, and we were sufficiently opposite to refresh one another.

We immediately developed the practice of having a cappuccino together at the end of the session and enjoyed the recklessness of a laugh together. Sometimes other ladies would join us, but Gillian remained my principal friend.

She asked what work I did, so I gave her my card and directed her to the web site. I was seen to be a bit glamorous and with all the religious talk going on, I could not conceal that I knew the subject and some one edged it out of me that I had lived in Religious Life. It was assumed that I had been a nun and I did not disabuse.

I did keep a low posture because I only wanted to serve the food, kid with the poor and scrub the plates and then have a laugh with Gillian. I did not want to be 'on the executive' make it socially or be invited to the parties. Nonetheless, I was considered a bit of a novelty and perhaps an enigma and steered away from tête-à-tête in broader exposure.

Sometimes Sandra would join us and although she was more studious, was appreciated for her perspective and responded to the levity.

I was invited to Gillian's place, but was able to keep her as my cappuccino as she had to pick up her kids at 4.00pm each night, and I had to get back 'to my couch' by 5.00pm.

We were each stunned by one another's naivety because we met at cross roads, each going entirely different ways. But she was kind to me and it was a mutual blessing. She wanted me to come home for a meal to meet her husband and family, but I told her my schedule would change once I moved into the Conference schedules.

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Krishna asked that I accompany her to the airport to meet Charlene

Poor Charlene was last off the plane, wearing a furtive 'I want to hide' look. Poor thing was obviously doing it very hard. When anyone eyed, her, a flush of embarrassment pealed across her cheeks, and she was so striking, that everyone looked at her, more so, because her dress was a little revealing of most bulging breasts.

Krishna went up offered her usual embrace.

I followed, kissed her on the cheek and said:

"It is so hard, isn't it?"

Charlene looked into my eye, with forlorn desperation, and said "Look at me, a freak, it is horrible. I need to talk with you. I thought you strange when last we met, now I understand, I really do understand what you were going through."

"What have they done to us? They have taken it all away. There is nothing there! How are we going to manage? Everyone is a leer; they only want to shoot me up. I don't know where to hide!"

Krishna said, "Come honey, let us go to the Ensign Club. Let's get a Whisky charge through the panty hose!"

Charlene threw hers down, and imploringly begged another.

. Truly, I need that. Could I…?

"I had this pervert sitting next to me, looking at my breasts and winking. He said:

"You dressed in Pink. Very gorgeous"

And he was all over me getting to the toilet, the dirty smirking bastard. I can't handle this!"

"Sylvia got this old letcher named Chaman out last night to work me over, hands all over, and into everything. I hated it but was screaming for more. He played me like a lute, I was powerless, the more I screamed, the harder he pumped. He was never going to come, his pleasure was my discomfort. When at last he did come, he withdrew and spurted it all over my stomach and chest. Then he rubbed it round my breasts saying, in broken English 'You good fuck. Like fuck you'. Then he was up, zipped his pants and left the room, I and when he left, I spewed up all night."

Tam came in and comforted me. "The more you scream with guys like that," She said, "the more turned on they get. He just wants to give it to a Pink. He did Prue the other night and came all the way down here to get you. He ought to be pinked, dirty man."

She explained that she finally got to sleep because of the comfort Tam provided, but was actually woken up next morning by another guy.

"Then another guy with ten pairs of hands came in before I was awake. He was all over me and poking his fingers everywhere. The more I fought the happier he was. I tried to resist but failed badly. I was screaming at the top of my voice, telling him to 'wrack off' and then, beyond my control, I heard myself saying 'give it to me, give it to me, please and don't stop'. I was all sweat and tears when he left, and he smirked at me, saying he would 'tail me' again. I was in a shambles when Tam came in to comfort, shower, dress, and bring me to the plane and here I am. That Sylvia is a capital B Bitch setting me up with bastards like that."

"O shit, Give me another drink please Krishna. Here I am sitting here, sticking out and wobbly chest, and thing of sport, a hunted prize. How do you cope Prue – you have big tits too!"

"I've been done-over by experts too Charlene, yes the same letcher who fixed you. But we have to find a way. There is no escape. I have met some nice people too, and at heart, you are a woman now Charlene. You have to take it and you have to use what you have got. Heaven knows you are a devastating mix, with boobs like yours. There is enough of the blokes memory in me Charlene, maybe I might lose control and jump you right now."

At this Charlene started to snigger a bit, as did I.

She looked at me and said, "Look at your tits Prue, heaving left and right and up and down. God if I had the artillery, I could give you a solid workout."

With that we both started to laugh and Krishna coming back with the drinks had that strange look on her face, wondered what was happening.

"Oh Charlene, it is a massive change but I have decided to make the best of it, sex is good either side of the Penis. We will back you up until you get comfortable. We will protect you and keep the heavy handed away from you!"

Charlene described how it was only Tam and Tenang that had got her through. One or other of them had slept with her every night. She told me she hated Sylvia.

"I got a problem between my head and my body. My bodies love it and my head is revolted!

"A virgin's head and a whore's body" suggested Krishna, and started sniggering and Charlene started laughing too!

"Let's fill these glasses up again" I said.

But Krishna had lost it and was doubled up in laughter and said, "Charlene, Prue said she had to learn to lie there and take it like a woman!"

Charlene was also laughing now and bid permission to go to the toilet before there was an accident.

"When you get there, make sure you do not try to 'stand and deliver' Charlene" I said.

She grabbed at herself, holding on with marginal indecency, and turning walked quickly, and then ran to the Ladies' room.

She did some of her dedications and I did an extra three and Sandra took two extra and she loosened up again in the spa later that night.

As she sat in the spa later that night, she surveyed her colleagues and said: "Never seen so many good tits in my life" Charlene said, "and nothing with which to mount an attack!"

She was loosening up, relaxing and revealing wicked humor.

We did not receive another Pink Gown while I was in Penang but received transferees Blues from other parlors – I wondered what was going on?

Strangely, I found parlor work was less taxing than the Special Commitments, because it offered an orderly life. I would get up, do my exercises, and have the freedom to read, play tennis, go out and just be there for the evening activities.

I moved to Conference life before I graduated to Blue Gown and traveled more and missed the nightly spa, and mixing with Gillian who my only touch stone with normality.

I spent a Sunday morning at her place. She asked if I was still a practicing catholic and wanted to go to Mass. But I told her I was over=practiced and needed to recuperate a while.

Gillian's husband Brian was a nice enough guy and we had some pitched battles on their tennis court. He hit harder but I hit with greater precision from the back court and it was to Gillian's delight and Brian's chagrin that I usually won.

I liked it that Gillian and I shared screamingly good jokes. The kids and Brian were delighted to see her relax and witness the impish side unleashed.

I did not get to her place as much as I wanted to, because gradually my work took me further away and I was traveling pretty constantly.

"I could fix you up with some guys I work with, Prue", asked Brian.

"Don't think so", I said

"Bit of a waste", he said.

"Believe me Brian, there is nothing wasted in me!" I said.

******

The other trip to the airport was to see Jo off. Jo always the wag wore a particularly low cut dress saying, saying she would give them some exposure before handing them in.

Jo was my rock, but was thankful she had nominated me to assist her reentry after depinking and retraining.

Some weeks later, I was waiting curbside, and this slightly familiar face of Joe (or Jo) appeared at the window. "Let's go Prue!"

We took the thirty minute trip to the resort and did not say too much – I did not want to ventilate too much with the cab driver listening. I did hold his hand and he squeezed from time to time.

When we were safely in our rooms – we had adjoining rooms – I poured a couple of scotches and asked him to tell me.

He said she felt a bit of a dog dragging another unsuspecting guy through the pinking stage – an Asian guy who did not have a clue.

He explained that after the five days sleep he went to a retraining house where there were about thirty others. Most had difficulty sharing their stories, and did not want to share much. They seemed to feel embarrassed and were homophobically heightened.

The Shakti instructors took us through rigorous physical exercises and we did extensive Video work recapitulating on our reactions to the first pinking. That was interesting and my mentor helped me identify the stages that I had now to reverse, and back-up through.

We were shown photos of what had happened to one guy who blabbed of his experience. Shakti got to him and he started to sprout tits and a monster behind and he went off his head and they looked him up and studied him as a strange freak of mixed gender.

Jo said he had been given a supply of formulary tablets to take over the next six months. He had to continue with a monthly dip stick test, and put the results into the dBase. They would send further pills as required. He was given a website where he could report on his feelings and someone would be there on-line to offer advice and support.

At the resort we jogging together, played tennis, had sessions in the weight room, and we sat around reading and talking.

On the first evening, we pressed to join a group who were there to party. One of the ladies quickly picked up Joe and I did not hear of him again that night. A guy expressed interest in me, but I told him I had a headache and retired early.

Next morning, I did not bother Joe, but went down for breakfast and was finishing the paper when he joined me. He confessed that he had scored and felt affirmed.

But he had little interest in following up the friendship, because as he said, he did not want one night stands, he wanted relationship.

We jogged, swum did our exercises and read through the day and went down for an early meal to miss the party group. Following a movie and a splash in the spa, we said our good nights early and Joe went off to bed.

I did however, sneak into his room a few hours later and although he confessed awkwardness at the prospect of sex with someone who had been the same gender, I put my hand on his penis and told him he talked nonsense, and said I needed to have him.

He said that his genitals had been a rapid transit zone for twelve months, and he wondered if he could adjust to one-on-one relationship commitment.

He said he did not want to grow old alone and he wanted to live with and see his children grow up.

I told him that worry would create its own problems, and encouraged him to enjoy this gratuitous hump as assurance that his equipment was A-okay when he did meet someone.

I understand Jo fully, but I had my needs and selfishly pushed ahead to consummate a friendship I valued.

We actually consummated together on a number of occasions and were each still exhausted when it was time to wave farewell at the airport.

"I am well satisfied Jo my dear. I will miss you and am the poorer for your going", I whispered and left a tear in his ear as he departed. But we were both too consummately tired to emote more.

  

  

  

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