AUTHOR’S NOTE: It is recommended you read the story "Goddess", by my good friend Cheyenne Chaste Moon, before reading this story. This will help you comprehend the Goddess character, and allow you to know what she and Roy were talking about. It is available at her Web site: http://.moonscape.web1000.com/

 

ROY’S SAGA                               by: Roy Del Frink

Chapter One:           The Origins

It all started one Friday night last year. I was 23 years old, and had just finished reading Cheyenne Chaste Moon’s story "Goddess". Boy, that was a great story, I thought. Number Twelve will finally learn what it’s like to be a woman, something I’d often been curious about. I only wish I knew what happened with Number Thirteen... I fell asleep.

About 3AM, I heard a pleasing, soothing, heavenly voice. "Wake up. Do not be alarmed. It is Godess. I come in peace."

I woke up with a start. There she was, standing at the foot of my bed. It was Goddess, alright. Just like in the story, she was about 5'6", with light brown hair down to her shoulders. Her unmistakably feminine body had a creamy-white complexion, sensuous pink lips, equally sensuous and pink nipples, and unbelievable measurements of 100-17-36. She had a big smile on her face, as if she had a permanent grin. She was gorgeous!

"Oh Godess, what do wish of this mere mortal?"

"I have come at the request of your friend, William Roberts. Now she is known as Number Thirteen."

Oh yeah, William Roberts, my old freshman-year college roommate. We’d done some crazy things, but I hadn’t seen him for a few years. It was almost as if he’d vanished from the face of the - SHE?! "Goddess, what have you done to him?"

"Fear not, Roy. He was chosen as Number Thirteen right after you finished your freshman year. The story is true. I told it to Cheyenne in a dream. It was a sermon, a warning to mankind. I wished Number Thirteen to follow the example of Number Twelve. He proved just as pure of heart as Number Twelve was. For this, I have spared man from destruction. I wished to reward Number Thirteen, but she felt life with her companion was reward enough, so I decided to reward one of his good friends. Congratulations Roy. You shall be rewarded. You shall also be rewarded for not touching me at first sight. Number Eight could not help touching me. He was almost killed for that. But you will be rewarded richly."

A gift from Goddess? That was nice of her. "What kind of reward, Oh Goddess?"

"I will grant you one desire. You will be as you wish to be."

"Oh Goddess, I wish I knew what it was like to be a woman."

"Your choice pleases me. You could have asked for eternal youth, great wealth, worldwide fame, or lots of women. But instead, you wished to understand those women. I have always liked men who truly respected, even desired to be, females. It shall be granted." She reached out her arms, rubbed her oh-so-creamy nipples, and touched my body. "As a reward for not touching me, I will allow you to control your wish. You shall be given powers, to be seen as you wish to be seen. The next two words you hear from mortal lips will be your ‘in’ words, and the next two you hear after that will be your ‘out’ words. I must go now, Roy. The universe needs to be watched over." With that, Goddess disappeared.

‘In’ words? ‘Out’ words? What was Goddess talking about? Oh, well. I turned in, and fell asleep. In my dreams, I imagined what kind of woman I’d like to be. Since my 6'4" body’s back hurt whenever I bent down, I wanted to be shorter, maybe 5'6". My brown hair and hazel eyes didn’t feel right on my dream woman; I’d have rather had blonde hair and green eyes. I also wanted a gorgeous body, about 18 years in appearance, with measurements of 34B-22-37.

I woke up refreshed the next morning. I was home alone, so I decided to watch some TV. I turned on the set to MTV, which was showing Barnes & Barnes’s video for "Fish Heads". You know the words: "Fish head, fish heads/ Roly-poly fish heads/ Fish heads, fish heads/ Eat them up, yum." I hate that dumb song. As soon as the TV said "Fish -", I decided to watch VH1 instead. They were showing an episode of "Where Are They Now?"

"- Styx," the announcer said. Yuck! I hate Styx. I turned the TV off. Suddenly, I felt something different. My body started to shrink. My Adam’s apple and prostate gland both got smaller and smaller until they were gone. My hair grew longer, down to my waist, and it bleached right before my eyes. My face changed; I felt my cheekbones migrate upwards, and my nose turn smaller and cuter. My irises also felt strange, like they were changing color. My muscles started to lose mass, especially on my upper torso. My waist got smaller, as the body fat on my belly migrated upward to my chest, and downward to my hips and butt. My manly member turned itself inside-out, and I felt my testicles move into my body. A new opening was forming on my crotch. After a couple minutes, I stared at myself in a mirror. I was now a woman, with exactly the body from my dreams! So that’s what wish Goddess had granted me.

Now that I was a woman, I decided to show new self to the world. Since I was totally naked, I needed to get dressed. Thankfully, I had more than enough T-shirts and jeans to go around. (The jeans were a little tight on my hips, but I would have to deal with that.) Then I heard a knock at the door. I opened it, and it was my mother.

"Hot dog! Roy finally found himself a girlfriend!"

Uh oh. I felt a new change go through my body. My breasts contracted into my torso. My muscles swelled up more quickly than a champion weight-builder’s. A large lump formed in my throat, and started to swell. My cheekbones sagged, and my nose got larger. I felt a new organ forming in my insides. The fat from my hips and chest moved toward my waist, expanding it out. My hair shortened, and turned darker. I was sure my eyes were also darkening. My clitoris grew longer, and my ovaries emigrated out of my contracting vagina. I told my Mom, "Gotta go. Be back soon!" After hastily making my exit, I dashed to the bathroom. Stripping off my clothes, I watched my transformation finish. I now looked just like I had when I’d woken up. I was my full male self again.

I remembered what Goddess had told me. "The next two words you hear from mortal lips will be your ‘in’ words, and the next two you hear after that will be your ‘out’ words." That meant my in words were ‘fish sticks’, and my out words were ‘hot dog’. ‘Fish sticks’ would turn me into a woman; ‘hot dog’ would turn me back into a man. I decided to do a little test.

"Fish sticks," I said. I waited a couple minutes. Nothing happened. "Oh well, I guess I was wrong." I got dressed again, and left the bathroom. So much for buying ladies’ clothes.

Mom met me at the door, and she was upset. "Roy, I told you we were gonna buy some food for you this afternoon, and I don’t want you running out on me like that! And where did that lady go?"

"What lady, Mom?"

"The one I met here, a few minutes ago."

"Oh, her. She’s a new friend of mine. Her name is... Roda." Roda. I liked the sound of that. And yes, it’s not Rhoda. I’ve always been fond of unique spellings.

"Say no more, Roy. Is she your new girlfriend?" Girlfriend? Mom had been eager to hook me up and get me married, since I was her only child and thus her only hope to become a grandmother. I’d always resented the way she dominated my life. Actually, don’t get me wrong. Mom is a nice lady. She was already 55 at the time this story happened, and her locks had prematurely turned gray. She’d been through menopause, so she was no longer the attractive, brown-haired, blue-eyed lady she’d been when she met Dad. But having a son turned her from a sexual woman to a prudish mother, so she didn’t mind. She actually dressed older than she looked; this strange Saturday, she wore her purple shawl, long blue dress, and horn-rimmed eyeglasses. She looked old enough to be my grandmother; maybe her eagerness to be a granny caused her to dress like one. At any rate, I wanted to tell her the truth. "No, Roda is NOT my girlfriend," I wanted to tell her. " She is ME!" But I decided to let Mom think whatever she wanted about Roda. This was not the time to tell her what was going on — I didn’t understand myself!

"Don’t worry about her. Let’s go shopping." And so we went to the local Food’s Cheaper!

At Food’s Cheaper!, I mostly stayed away from Mom. After my brush with her, I wasn’t too eager to deal with her. How would I tell Mom what had happened? She’d never believe it. As I was trying to think of a plausible alibi, Mom called out to me, "Roy! Over here! They’ve got a special on fish sticks!"

Oh dear. I could feel that tingle in my body again. I transformed into Roda. As an experiment, I said "hot dog" to myself. Nothing happened. Was Goddess just playing with my mind? No, she’s too benevolent to do that sort of thing. She doesn’t lie to mortals, either. As I pondered what I’d gone though, Mom found me.

"There you are! I wondered where you went. Little lady, you look a little young for Roy, but you seem like a nice woman to me. I’m his mother, Mrs. Frink. Why don’t I invite you to my house for dinner?" She scribbled her address and phone number on a sheet of notebook paper from her purse, and handed it to me. As if I didn’t know already! "Oh, and be sure to bring Roy with you. Oh, Roy. Where has that disobedient son of mine gone? I was gonna tell him about the half-off deal on hot dogs-" Mom told me, trailing off to look for her son.

Not again! I transformed back into Roy. During my transformation, I noticed each transformation was taking less time than the last. Just as I finished my transformation, Mom found me again.

"Roy! Stay with me, you naughty son! And the next time you see Roda, don’t forget to invite her to dinner at our house. We can serve fish sticks. Oh dear, now I have to use the powder room. Wait for me outside." And she headed for the ladies’ room.

After she left, I turned back into Roda. I headed toward the ladies room, and waited for Mom outside. It took a little while for her to finish and emerge from the restroom. As she did, I felt nervous thoughts run through my head. How do I control my gender switches? Obviously, Mom was saying the right words, but they hadn’t worked when I tried them. And how do I break the new to Mom? "Congratulations, you now have a new daughter"? No, that wasn’t gonna cut it. Mom would have to know what was going on, and how to control my transformations. When she left the bathroom, she walked up to me and spoke again.

"Roda! We’ve got so much to catch up on. I wanna hear all about your life. And I hope you’ll treat my Roy well. Oh, Roy. He was supposed to wait for me! I’ll have to find him." Mom started to search the store for her little boy, not knowing she was standing next to her.

I decided to wander the store. After all, Mom was probably going back to where she’d seen me last as Roy. As an experiment, I said, "Hot dog". Nothing happened. Then I found a vendor offering free samples.

"Hello, miss. Would you like to try a free hot dog?" he asked me.

The tingling had returned. "No, thanks. I’ve gotta run." And run I did! I dashed towards the spot Mom had last seen me in my male form, and got there just as my transformation finished.

"Roy! Quit sneaking away from me! That’s it, you can finish your shopping alone. I’m going home!" Mom did just that, and I finished my shopping alone. I thought about all those sudden transformations, and then it hit me. Saying the words myself wouldn’t do squat. The transformations would only occur if someone else said them to me!

After I paid for my purchases and left the store, I took the bus home. Then I remembered that Mom had invited me to dinner at her place, and I was expected to bring Roda with me. Oh, crap, I thought to myself, how am I gonna get out of this one?

After I got home, I decided to explore my new female body. I had breakfast, then called my best friend, Frank Stevens. We’d been through a lot together, and I felt sure I could tell him all my secrets. He’d been my roommate during my final year of college, which was a pretty rough time for me. He sat next to me for support when I got my diploma from Sonora State University. He was a nice, fun-loving gentleman, with a strong muscular build, a tall 6-foot-2 body (not as tall as male me, but several inches taller than my feminine form), short black hair, bright blue eyes, a lot of chest hair, and an amazing sexual endurance. By graduation, I felt comfortable to read ‘dirty’ magazines with him, and trade stories of my sex life with him. In fact, I confided all my deepest secrets with him. So when I needed to tell someone of my newfound ability, Frank was a natural choice. I told him to come over to my place, because something strange had been going over me. Within an hour, I let Frank into my house.

"All right, Roy, what’s this strange thing that’s been happening to you?"

"Frank, you’re not gonna believe this. Last night a goddess visited my house. She granted me a wish. Now I turn into a woman whenever anyone tells me ‘fish sticks’, and become a man again whenever anyone says ‘hot dog’ in my presence."

Frank laughed at me for about five minutes. "You’re right, I don’t believe it. Like anyone could turn into a woman by something as stupid as saying ‘fish sticks’."

Right before his eyes, I transformed into Roda. He stared at me the whole time, dumbfounded. "Now do you believe me?" I told him in my new voice, which was much more feminine than my old, Roy voice.

Frank couldn’t believe this. "Bah-bah-buh-uh-uh, baby you’re gorgeous!" He was so enchanted by the sight of Roda that he took my hand and kissed me. Wanting to explore my newfound feminine passions, I took him into my arms and caressed his back. Quickly undressing, we ran into my bedroom. Once inside, I touched his penis. It was about 8 inches long, and all of it was hard! I giggled with girlish glee as a wicked thought ran into my head. We sat on the bed as I thrust my mouth around his manly pole. I sucked at his member as he groaned passionately. I licked all over it, spending most of my effort on his head. After a couple minutes, he couldn’t take it any more, and he blew his whole wad in my mouth. I never imagined a mouthful of sperm could be so yummy! After this, he decided to use his lips to play with my pussy. He lifted his tongue to my outer lips, and started licking me. He didn’t have to lick for very long before I experienced my very first female orgasm. It was unlike any sensation I’d ever had as a man. It was better!

Now we were all geared up for the main event. He entered into me, and I felt a bloody flood emerge from my breaking hymen. After popping my cherry, I screamed in pain, but afterwards I started to enjoy the feeling of him rubbing inside of me. It was obvious to me Frank enjoyed my tight cunt, too. After a few minutes, I couldn’t hold back. I came all over him, and Frank responded in kind by shooting up his cum into my body. So this is what sex is like for the woman. I’d always thought the men had it better, but trust me, this lady enjoyed it a whole lot more. And unlike Frank, who collapsed into my arms when he came, I was fully alert and conscious after my orgasm. I gently pushed Frank out of me, and waited for him to stir up again.

"Boy, that was fun, Roy. Wait a minute, you don’t look like a Roy to me! What should I call you, miss?"

"Call me Roda. Roda Dale Frink," I giggled. My first sexual encounter as a woman made me feel giddy all over! "Now don’t tell anyone about this secret of mine."

"Sure, pal. That’s what friends are for. And if ever need more lovin’, you know who to call." Now it was Frank’s turn to giggle. "And before I leave, hot dog."

Instantly I turned back into Roy again. I bid Frank farewell. Now that I had a new identity, I was gonna have a lot more fun.

 

Chapter 2:          Home Alone

I was determined to explore my new womanly body, but I needed someone to trigger me first. I also realized I’d need to buy female clothes and accessories, and if I’d done it as Roy, people would stare at me. So I’d have to do it as Roda Dale Frink, and Frank would have to take me. Frank was more than willing to help me, and ended his call by saying, "I’ll be over in half an hour, Fish Sticks. Bye" The magic words! Instantly Roda showed up, and hung the phone.

Well, Frank’s coming in thirty minutes, so what does Roda do while she waits for Frank? Why, she explores her new-found body, of course! I took off all my clothes, and stared at myself in the mirror. Damn, I looked pretty, I thought. Of course, I could probably stand to be more top-heavy, but I’m gorgeous as I am. Makeup could make me ever hotter, so I must remind myself to put that on my shopping list. In the meantime, I felt a little empty inside, so I started touching myself. I fingered my soft breasts and rounded nipples. Boy, that felt good! I rubbed my long, slender fingers all over them. They were quite sensitive. About a minute later, I felt my nipples harden. They stuck out about twice as far out as they had before. Well, let’s go a little further down, I thought, to where the real action is. I gradually moved my fingers down my torso, to my flat tummy, my ticklish navel, and then I reached my clitoris. Touching the clit felt especially good. As I rubbed my fingers over it, I realized I was masturbating as a woman for the first time, and I loved it! It wasn’t as good as sex, but it would do for now. After I experienced an arousing orgasm, I decided I may as well go whole hog, and grabbed for my slit. Thanks to my earlier arousal, it was already a little slippery, which made me even hornier. I had to rub a finger up my vagina, then two. I played with myself for what felt like hours, and enjoyed every moment of it. I lost track of how many orgasms I experienced, which isn’t hard when you’re in ecstacy. Then I got a delightfully wicked idea. I took one of my free fingers, rubbed a generous helping of my liquid cum all over it, and stuck a finger up my ass. There I sat, rubbing two finger up my front entrance and one up the back. It felt good. I’d have to get a couple of gadgets to fill me up even more, but this first time felt fun. It didn’t take too long for me to get an orgasm from all this excitement. After cumming too many times to remember, I got a knock at the door. My God, I’d forgotten all about Frank! He was about to take me shopping, and here I was, naked and dripping wet with my own pussy juice! I quickly cleaned myself (and my room) off, then got into my T-shirt and jeans (my only clothes that would fit the feminine me) and opened the door.

"Hi, Frank. You sure look handsome today."

"Thanks, Roda. Are you ready to go shopping?"

"Ready as I’ll ever be. Let’s go!"

Frank drove me over to the mall. I bought myself several blouses, dresses, skirts, B-cup bras, pairs of panties and shoes, and feminine hats. At each store, I found the clerks to be most helpful, and the $1500 in my bank’s savings account more than paid for it all. I even experienced a personal thrill whenever the clerks measured my breasts for bra size. As a man, I’d never imagined how horny a mere touch could make a woman feel! After that, I went over my mental checklist of feminine supplies, and purchased them all: makeup, maxi-pads, ladies deodorant, extra shampoo (more hair means more washes), a nice ladies razor to shave my legs (and pubic hair, for when I REALLY felt naughty), and a few books on feminine hygiene and makeup application. Frank had trouble resisting me the whole time. After our arousing sexual encounter yesterday, I couldn’t blame him. Once he even goosed me; I gave him a stern look back, and he never thought of touching me like that again! Then I decided to make one last stop.

"Hey, Frank, let’s go to Aphrodite’s Lair. I wanna get a few things to - you know -" I blushed.

"What? What do you wanna get, Roda?"

"I wanna get sex toys!" My face turned beet red when I said that. I knew Frank well enough that I’d never been embarrassed to ask this sort of thing before; why was I being coy now? It was probably a side effect of the sex change.

"Okay, you naughty little lady," he scolded me, with a grin as wide as Kansas on his face.

Aphrodite’s Lair was the number one place for adult playthings in Santa Maria Rosa, my hometown. The place looked a little grungy, and had that combination of cheese and sleaze you associate with the sex biz. But it was our cheesy sleazy sex shop, so we were content. The front doors were painted to resemble a vaginal opening, and the left door was dressed up with a "Prepare for the Point of No Return!" sign. It’s schmaltzy, I know, but it’s also cute in its own special way. The cool pink side walls were full of TV’s showing the latest XXX videos, and a couple of them gave me ideas for later. But that wasn’t the purpose of this visit. I wanted a few gadgets to have fun with on my own. After mulling my options, and pondering getting an adult magazine or video, I purchased a six-inch vibrator, a ten-inch dildo, another ten-inch dildo with a strap, a few batteries for the vibrator, and a small bottle of water-based lubricant. (The vibrator was metal, and both dildos were plastic. I only take the best. Besides, rubber tastes funny. And as a man, I’ve noticed how hard Vaseline® and other oil-based lubricants are to wash off.) Then Frank took me home.

He got ready to bid me farewell. "So long, my little Hot - "

"No, don’t spoil it for me," I told him haughtily. "I wanna explore this body a little first, and test my new sex toys."

"Right. Gotcha. Nudge, nudge. Wink, wink. Say no more, say no more." Then he left. That Frank, always cracking me up. He must have known every word Monty Python ever spoke. He was my best friend, and now I felt another, stronger emotion towards him, one I couldn’t ever remember having. Oh well. I put my new purchases away and cleaned up the house. (Sigh. Single living. Some things are the same for men and women.)

By now it was dinnertime. I fixed myself a small cucumber salad, three rice cakes, and a cup of pekoe tea. (Now that I’m a lady, I gotta watch my figure.) After that small but adequate meal, I headed for my room. After undressing quickly, I lay on my bed and spread my new gadgets around me. I decided to start with the basics. First I broke out the vibrator. I turned it on, and rubbed it over my crotch. That was a pleasing experience. It was ever more pleasant after I put it on my clitoris, and kept it there a little while. After a couple orgasms, I decided to stick it up my pussy. I ran it in and out, and watched my juices drip all over it. After several minutes of joyous fun and five orgasms, I decided to use the dildo. I rammed it into my body, pushing in and out, rubbing it into my vaginal walls. I was really having fun now! While I used my left hand on the dildo, my right was shoving the vibrator into my mouth, as I sucked my own vaginal juices. Almost instantly, my orgasm came. Then I experienced a new thrill: My orgasm, rather than dissipating, picked up strength and intensity, then wavered. It went stronger and weaker in waves, until all I could feel was that orgasm. I lost all contact with reality, only noticing an ecstatic feeling. It was as if the ecstatic feeling was all I’d ever done and remembered, and would be all I’d ever do. But it was a wonderful ecstatic feeling! This was way better than anything I’d felt as a man! I tried to hold on to it as long as humanly possible. Eventually it left, but I was still hungry for more. I was still impaled on my dildo, so I decided to stick the vibrator up my butt. Opening the lubricant, I gently spread a little on the vibrator. Carefully inching it up my still-virgin ass with my left hand, I used my right to keep the dildo going. Shortly after my vibrator was fully inside me (and boy, did it hurt!), I came. It wasn’t another mind-shattering multi-orgasmic feeling, but I still enjoyed it. I continued this for another four orgasms, then looked over at my clock. It was almost 10:30. Well, I was feeling a bit tired, so I pulled out my vibrator and dildo. (Getting the vibrator out of my backside was even more painful than getting it in; I almost had to poop it out!) I was dripping wet from waist to knees! After washing my mess (and licking it a little), I went to sleep. (I didn’t have any feminine pajamas, but I didn’t mind sleeping naked in the sheets. After all, I’d done that as Roy many nights.) I bid myself good-night, wondering what new experiences the following day might hold for me.

Actually, I lied about that. I did have some plans for the next few days. Frank would have to give me a "wake-up call" so I could go to work on Monday without any problems. And if you’ve been following the tale so far, you’d know Mom wanted me over for dinner with Roda. How was I gonna deal with that one? She’d never believe me. But still... Sometime I’d have to tell her. Monday was definitely gonna be a busy day. In the meantime, all I needed was sleep. And I did have an easy time resting that night; all that sexual activity wore me out. I was gonna have to do a lot to fully complete my female experience. But I was willing to give it a try. After all, Goddess gave me her blessing. How could I possibly turn her down?

When I woke up Monday morning, Frank gave me a wake-up call. All he had to say was, "Good morning, Hot Dog," and I was ready to face the day as Roy again. Fun as Roda would have to wait until the weekend. I was looking forward to Friday already.

 

Chapter 3:          A Painful Encounter of the Lesbian Kind

I was about to start working Monday morning. Well, I work as a sales clerk for Hooperman’s Department Store in Santa Maria Rosa. It’s the largest building in town, and I sell ladies’ garments. (I don’t know why; I’m the only man in the department. Actually, spending so much time around women and feminine garments has stoked my curiosity about wanting to be a woman. After all, what man hasn’t even imagined what a dress might feel like to the touch, unless they actually wore one in college! I did, as part of a psychology assignment. Let’s just say I developed a certain sympathy for the cross-dressing lifestyle.) I had enough time to present myself to the world, get dressed, eat a breakfast bar, and hop the bus to work.

I spotted my fellow co-workers at the front door. First, there’s my supervisor, Mary Hunter. She’s a lovely lady, firm but understanding. I consider her the perfect boss and role model. At 60, and with white hair all over her head, she wasn’t very sexually appealing, but that’s not a concern to me. She doesn’t look bad for her age, though; she still has a few feminine curves left, her eyes are a nice shade of green, and I’d say she stood about 5 foot 8. Three other women help me sell the women’s clothes, Katherine O’Hara, Gina Lombardino, and Yvette Hollister. Katherine is something of a perfectionist, always trying to do things the best way possible, and not resting until she’s certain there’s no room for improvement. She’s been with the store for many years, and I don’t know how we could manage without her. At 40, she was the oldest employee on the floor. She has a few wrinkles on her face, but a little makeup could cure that. She stood about 5 feet and 4 inches off the ground, not very tall, but no midget. Her hair was black, and curled at the ends. Her blue eyes twinkled with desire. She measured 36A-28-32, not very appealing, but definitely not a dog. Maybe if I’d been 15 years older, I’d have found her attractive. Gina came from an Italian family that’s been treated adversely since they left Naples about a century ago. She’s never forgiven anyone for it, but still finds ways to overcome. She would almost be pitiable, except that her temper can flare quickly. It’s no fun watching a lady barely five feet tall lose her stack. She’s been on probation more than once on account of mistreating customers! Her straight black hair comes down almost to her waist, and she was only five years older than me. Her brown eyes seemed enticing. Like every male in the store, I’d developed a crush on her until she got mad at me. Now I hate her guts, although I still find her attractive in appearance. She measures 34D-22-36, making her a very spicy and saucy Italian number. Yvette, on the other hand, is the hopeless emotionalist. She can change moods on the side of a dime, and never lose her cool. Just one look at her sweet, pretty face makes all my troubles melt for a moment. And she’s an amateur psychologist, so she knows how you think, and what the best way to deal with another person might be. At 22, she was the youngest employee in the department. She was 5 feet 10 inches tall, the tallest lady in our department. Her red hair fell below her shoulders, her hazel eyes nicely compliment her figure, and her measurements were a sexy 36C-24-34. You go to Kathy to solve work situations, Gina to do the dirty work and get revenge, and Yvette to advise you personally. They’re almost a perfect trifecta that way.

Anyway, they greeted me at the door. Mary wore her usual white feminine business suit, complete with frills and ruffles. Kathy had an old-fashioned yellow sun dress on. Gina had her usual camouflage blouse and teal skirt. Yvette, always the experimenter, wore a paisley sweater and blue-tartan jeans. "So, how did your week go? Did you have fun?" Kathy asked me.

"Sure did. In fact, I experienced new thrills, something I’d never done before."

"So you finally lost your virginity?" Gina snapped at me.

"No, Gina," I retorted back. "It’s hard to explain, but let’s just say I found someone who’s inflamed me in a way I’ve never had it before."

"So, Roy-boy has a girlfriend! Who is she, do we know her?" Yvette asked. She loved teasing me like that.

"Actually, yes you do. My new flame works in the store." I didn’t want them to know it was Frank; they’d think I was gay, and Gina’s so anti-gay she wouldn’t give my ear a moment’s rest! But I was being honest. Frank does work at the store, in the sporting goods department. In fact, it was through Frank that the store hired me. "Now let’s not talk about it any more; the store’s about to open."

"Right you are, Frank," Mary told me. "Come now, everyone, get to work!"

Monday morning at work was quiet, but I still kept my memories of being Roda at the back of my mind. I’d bought a few dresses here as Roda yesterday, but nobody recognized me. (How could they? I was a different gender, and much shorter!) But I got new thoughts into my mind, now that I was at work. What would happen if I had to show up for work as Roda? Maybe I could call in sick, but I’d have to confront the boss eventually. And Kathy and Yvette would have to be told, but Gina? She’d never let me hear the end of it! I had to find a delicate way to handle the problem.

At lunch time, I ducked into the break room with Kathy and Yvette. (Gina, snob that she is, always ate alone at the pizza parlor next door.) I looked them squarely in the eyes and told them, "There’s something I have to tell you. It’s a major secret; you can’t tell anyone. Actually, I doubt you’ll have an easy time believing it. It’s about last weekend."

"What is it, Roy? You can trust me," Yvette replied.

"Yeah. We’ve put up with a lot from you. Surely we can believe anything you tell us, no matter how unlikely," Kathy chimed in.

"Okay." I looked around to make sure nobody else could hear us. "Last Friday, I got a visit from a goddess. She said she’d grant me a wish, so I decided I wanted to know what it’s like to be a woman. She granted me the ability to change gender, but I have to do it on someone else’s terms. If someone tells me ‘fish sticks’, I become a woman. If I hear somebody say ‘hot dog’, I return to male form."

Kathy and Yvette stared at each other for a few minutes, then me. Finally Kathy broke the silence. "I don’t believe this crap! Roy Del Frink, I’ve put up with many things from you over the years, but this! Forget it, Roy, our friendship is over! ‘Fish sticks’, indeed!"

The very moment she finished speaking, I turned into Roda again. "Now do you believe me?" I asked in her quiet, sultry, almost seductive voice.

"My God! You were telling the truth, Roy! I’m sorry I doubted you," Kathy apologized to me.

"Don’t worry about it. Roda Dale Frink is a very forgiving woman."

"Roda Dale Frink??" Yvette stuttered.

"Yes, Roda Dale Frink. Do I look like a Roy to you?" I replied, holding up my tiny boobs for emphasis.

"Good point, Roda. Well, this has been an unusual luncheon," Yvette responded, trying to bring our heads back to the ground. "We promise we won’t tell anyone, especially Gina! Actually, Roda, you look a little familiar. Didn’t we see you the other day?"

"Actually, you did, Yvette. You see, I bought some clothes for Roda yesterday. Frank took me shopping, and I decided to pop in on my co-workers. I wanted to know if anyone would recognize me as a woman. Obviously you didn’t." (The moment I finished speaking, I looked down at my body. God, I looked awkward! I was wearing an orange shirt and beige pants a couple sizes too large for me, and they’d be able to see my briefs if I hadn’t put my belt on. But I realized, just in the nick of time, I’d have to take it in a few notches to keep it up.)

"Oh, so that was you! I’d have never guessed," Kathy curtly replied. "But girl, that men’s outfit just doesn’t fit on you. We’ll have to prepare for ‘emergency’ transformations like this. In the meantime, it’s time to get back to work. I just hope I can work off the energy from that hot dog I had for lunch." The magic words! I soon returned to my old Royish self. But I felt so tight in my waist I couldn’t breathe- Wait! The belt! I needed to loosen it now, to fit my larger body. I quickly did so, then returned to work.

The afternoon shift was rather quiet, so I spent most of my time discussing my new self with Kathy and Yvette. (Gina had a dentist’s appointment, so she left at 1 and didn’t return. Mary, as usual, was in the office.) It was strange, but the ladies proved understanding and sympathetic. I realized just how strong these positive feminine qualities can be. They decided we’d have to tell Mary. (Since Mary owns and manages the store, we didn’t need to deal with any other superiors.) Then we’d set up a special section for Roda’s outfits and other personal things, for just in case. I made one brief appearance as Roda, buying a stylish hot pink purse and matching coin-bag. (How could I have forgotten to get those on Sunday?) Kathy worked out the details for Roda’s supplies, while Yvette would come to my house after work to teach me the subtler details of womanhood. At 4:30, a half-hour before quitting time, I made a special visit to Mary’s office. After I told her about Roda, she was skeptical until she said the magic words and Roda appeared before her eyes. She couldn’t deny what she’d just seen, so she turned me back into Roy, then called a store meeting for Tuesday morning to discuss the ‘new employee’. Unfortunately, that meant I’d have to confront nasty ol’ Gina. Oh, well. Hopefully, I’d have an idea by then. In the meantime, I decided to just go home, relax, and deal with Mom.

On the ride home, I told Yvette about what happened between Mom and myself on Saturday. She agreed to put off feminine etiquette until I’d dealt with that. When I got home, I called Mom. I told her Roda and myself would be over for dinner on Friday evening, and I asked that my friends Kathy and Yvette be invited too. Mom was reluctant to invite so many guests, but I told her we’d only have to plan for four people, not five. (Dad died when I was a teen, God rest his soul.) I decided to wait until then to tell the full details, but told her Roda and I had a ‘special’ relationship. Mom probably thought I was gonna pop her the question at dinner. If so, she was in for a surprise!

After a pleasant supper with Yvette (black-eyed peas go so well with fried chicken), we began on my lady lessons. I got into my favorite floral dress, and Yvette turned me into Roda. She showed me how to tidy up my hair, then how to walk properly. (I tried to balance books on my head; looks like I finally found a use for that encyclopedia set you gave me for my college graduation, Mom!) At the same time, I admired the way my hips swivelled every time I turned around. I was feeling more like a woman, and I just knew I’d enjoy being Roda. I’d just have to get the hang of it, that’s all. After a couple hours, Yvette was eager to go home, so I let her. The whole day had been tiring, so I turned in early, getting ready for Gina.

Tuesday was upon me before I knew it, and I was ready. I thought up the perfect way to deal with Gina. When we gathered, Gina asked, "When are we gonna get this stupid meeting over with? And where’s this new co-worker I’ve heard about?"

"You’re looking at her right now," I replied, winking at her.

"Huh? Oh, don’t bother. Flattery will get you nowhere. Besides, you’re not my type. Maybe Roda will be, but you never know..."

So Gina was a lesbian, huh? I’d never suspected it before, but I’d always figured Gina to be the type prejudiced against her own kind. Still, I found it unsettling to know.

"Attention, ladies and gentleman. This meeting will come to order." Mary was the natural leader at the store, and we always did what she said. "It’s come to my attention that one of my employees has a most unusual condition that causes a change in appearance. And that’s not just a basket of fish sticks." After saying those special words, I turned into Roda. Fortunately, I wore a simple T-shirt and jeans to work, so it didn’t make much of a difference. (There were too large for Roda, but at least they fit, after I adjusted my belt.) Gina couldn’t help but snicker at me.

"Roy’s a woman! Wait’ll I tell everyone at the office. You’ll never work in this town again. I got you by the balls, Roy. Wait, I’m so sorry, Roy, if that still IS your name. You don’t have any balls to be had by!" After those nasty comments, Gina resumed snickering.

"Well, if you tell one person about me, I’ll tell everyone in town you’re gay! If you take me down, I’ll take you down with me."

Gina stopped laughing. I had her where I’d always wanted her. "Tell you what. Why don’t you come to MY place after work today. I’ve always wanted to be with a lady like you."

"Okay, it’s a deal." Gina was gonna be a lot better to Roda than she’d ever been to Roy.

"Ladies, if we can continue, please-" Mary was getting impatient. "And Gina, that sort of insulting your co-workers and filthy language has no place on the job. You shall be on probation for the next week. In the meantime, we must be sure nobody utters the magic phrases around Roy or Roda Dale Frink, as this lady wishes to be known, during working hours."

"What’s the other magic phrase?" Gina asked. She didn’t know, it was a fair question.

"‘Hot dog’," Mary replied. Instantly Roda was gone, and Roy tightened his belt. "Anyhow, " Mary continued, "we will have to warn the customers not to use those phrases around us. This sign, puzzling as it looks, should do the trick." She held up a red sign with black calligraphic lettering, labeled, "Please do not eat or talk about food on the floor." It was very professionally done, but I knew Mary had done it herself. She was a very good artist.

Now Mary adjourned the meeting, and we got back to work. Actually, that whole week at work proved slow, which was for the best. I doubt I’d be able to hustle well under the stress of coping with my new ‘better half’. Plus, I still had much to learn about being a woman. As I suspected, Gina was about to let me try something new.

After work, I headed for Gina’s. She lived in the bad part of town, in this seedy trailer near the railroad tracks. I thought this was fitting for the office ne’er-do-well. Anyhow, as soon as I entered the door, Gina kissed me. It was my first kiss from Gina, and I found it oddly satisfying to pucker up with this sworn enemy of mine. If I’d known everything Gina had in store for me, though, I’d probably have gone home then and there.

"Come on in, Roda. I’ve been expecting you all day."

"Roda? Gina, that’s just my feminine form. I still want you to call my male form ‘Roy’, like you always have."

"No, I meant Roda. Come, let’s have dinner. I’m serving fish sticks." Uh oh! Not that! As soon as those words escaped her lips, I was a woman again. My dinner with Gina was quite enjoyable, except for her constant prodding me with suggestive questions. I swear, if I was at work, she’d be sexually harassing me! But that turned out to be the least of my worries.

After dinner, Gina washed the dishes, then turned in my direction. "Enough talk, let’s get busy. I heard you got a strap-on dildo; did you bring it with you?"

"Well, yes, I brought it from home during lunch, but I’ve never used it, and-"

"Perfect. Just take it out and put it on." It took a little bit of dealing, and I wasn’t used to having a fake penis strapped to where my real one had always been until just three days before. Eventually, I got it on, and Gina got started. She undressed, and got totally naked, as I was now. After that, she lay on her bed and used her fingers to open her outer lips wider. (And no, I don’t mean the lips I’d kissed earlier!)

"Fuck me," she begged.

"What?!" I replied.

"I said fuck me, you bitch. I was a bad little girl at work, and you have to punish me. What, do I have to whip your ass up to get some cooperation out of you, you bastard? I said, fuck me! My pussy needs it! I must have a cock up my cunt, even if it’s just a fake dong!"

Boy, not only was Gina a lesbian, but she loved to talk dirty. I guess it wasn’t surprising, but I still don’t like having sex this way. Even so, I thrust my hard plastic dildo into her, and rammed it up and down her vaginal walls. From her reaction, it was obvious she’d done this many times. And judging by her shouts of "yes!", "damn baby", "oooh!", and "screw me bitch," she must have enjoyed it. I’d learned from experience just how fun taking a dildo can be, but I never realized it could be fun to GIVE as well as take. The dildo rubbed against my smooth skin so much, my clitoris was getting a workout. I almost couldn’t stand it. After a few minutes I couldn’t take any more. My crotch oozed with ecstacy as I came, and Gina quickly followed.

"Now remove it from my slit, you slut, and stick it up my ass! Both my holes need fulfillment, and my butt’s crying your name, motherfucker!"

More colorful language. I really could’ve done without that. Anyhow, I did as she asked. (Why not; it was just another part of the female experience.) I took the strap-on out of her vagina and into her asshole. It was very-well lubricated with Gina’s personal juices, so slipping it in and out was no problem. (Besides, it was obvious from the feel she’d taken it in the ass many times. She probably enjoyed it more than the more usual front entrance.) And once again, the friction caused me to orgasm just before Gina did. Well, it wasn’t as good as it could’ve been, and I really didn’t like to hear all that profanity. Still, my first lesbian experience had been enjoyable. "Thanks, Gina, but I must be going home now. We have to work tomorrow."

"Where do you think you’re going, cocksucker? Now it’s your turn to be filled up. Both holes, one at a time." After this, Gina pulled out a second dildo. It looked just like my own, except it was a couple inches longer. She strapped it onto herself, and told me to "lie down, bitch!" I was in no position to disagree, and besides, I wanted to experience lesbianism from both sides. I already found it more fun than I imagined possible. (But then again, how many men even get a chance to get involved in lesbian sex?) But I figured being on the giving end had to be better. And now, I wouldn’t have to do anything but lie down and enjoy myself, while I still needed to do some concentrating when I played with myself.

"Alright, ride my pussy." I was gonna enjoy this.

"Not yet. We have to get you ready first." Now what? Uh oh, it tuned out Gina was also an S&M freak. She strapped fetters and tied nylon ropes on my arms and legs, forcing me to sit in place with my legs spread out and my arms handcuffed. Then she forced a gag around my mouth, silencing me. After this, she put on a leather body suit (that still left her breasts and crotch exposed!) and sheer fishnet stockings with six-inch black heels. She also broke out a cat-o-nine-tails, and started whipping my butt. "Now take me, you slut. I am your dominatrix, and you will obey your mistress."

Bondage, domination, sadism, and masochism. I’d tried to avoid Internet sites devoted to those unappealing topics like the plague, but there was no avoiding it now. Gina stuck her whole ‘manhood’ into me, and it hurt! I’d never taken a cock (real or fake) that long before, and I wasn’t sure I was prepared to now. And her flogging my butt made it even more painful. Still, I couldn’t deny the sexual pleasure I got out of the dildo, and I came after a couple minutes. Then Gina pulled out and turned around.

"Naughty girl. How dare you get frigid on me! For your ultimate punishment, you must now take it up your ass. The whole thing, you bitch!" Uh oh. After another painful session with the whip and the dildo, I came again. It was obvious Gina enjoyed it a lot more than I did. Finally, Gina unstrapped me, took off her stupid dominatrix outfit, and unstrapped the dildo. "It’s over, Roda. You did everything I wanted you to do, so you can go home now." I eagerly cleaned myself, got dressed, and left her place, although my swollen butt made it hard to walk.

"Hot dog, that was fun," she uttered as I went out the door. I was now Roy again, and I was eager to sleep off that tiring and painful experience. BDSM was clearly not my thing; I didn’t wanna do that again. Still, I figured working with Gina would never be the same. And I still wanted a lesbian experience I’d enjoy. When I got home, I quickly undressed and fell asleep. There would not be any more excitement until dinner at Mom’s on Friday. Until then, I would just have to live my normal life. But I must confess, awful pain aside, that lesbian experience had been fun. I would have to have another (less painful!) one sometime.

 

Chapter 4:          Ladies' Night

Well, it had been a hectic week, but it’s finally Friday night. I went to Mom’s for dinner, with my co-workers Kathryn O’Hara and Yvette Hollister. This was the meeting where Mom would find out about my new ‘better half’. I wore a plain white T-shirt and blue jeans, and carried a green backpack. The shirt and jeans fit a little too tightly, but since Roda was much shorter and smaller than Roy, they’d provide a better fit on her. Roy’s clothes were so large, his pants fell down on Roda unless she adjusted her belt. On the night of our dinner party, short, forty-ish, short-light-brown-haired Kathy wore a hot pink blouse with magenta jeans, and the tall, young, long-red-haired, always-creative Yvette wore a blue evening gown - complete with green polka dots.

Along the way to Mom’s, Yvette asked me, "How are you gonna tell your mother? She’d never believe your tale. That’s one magical whopper."

"Don’t worry. I’ll show her myself. That’s how you ladies learned. And you were skeptical until I became Roda before your eyes. That was all the proof you needed."

"That’s true," Kathy replied. "I wonder how tonight’s dinner will go?"

As soon as the words left her supple lips, we reached Mom’s front door. I rang the bell, and Mom let us in moments later. She wore a green shawl with a gaudy red dress. (Not a sexy dress, mind you. Just a thin one. Mom doesn’t wear sexy outfits anymore.)

"Oh, hello, Roy. I’m glad you brought those friends of yours over. Which one is Roda?"

"Neither one, Mom. The one on the left is my co-worker Kathryn O’Hara, and fellow co-worker Yvette Hollister’s on the right."

"Then where’s Roda? She was supposed to be here. And you told me four places would be enough for you, me, Roda, and your two friends. What gives?"

"I’ll explain it over dinner. It’s hard to believe, but you’ll have to find out sometime. What’s for dinner?"

"It’s your favorite Friday meal, Roy. You know how I’m a devout Catholic, so I never eat meat on Fridays. We always have fish sticks."

"Not again!" I cried. As soon as I finished speaking, I was Roda. Mom looked at me, shocked.

"Roy, what happened to you? And this, um, woman you’ve become. What’s her name?"

"I’m Roda Dale Frink. I believe you met me at the market last weekend."

"What? You mean, you’re Roy? Roy and Roda are the same person?"

"Yes, they are," I replied, and then I explained the whole story about how Goddess appeared before my eyes and gave me this special power of transformation.

"That’s a fantastic story, Roy. Or should I call you Roda?"

"Call me Roy when I’m a man, and Roda when I’m a woman. I’ve gotten used to it."

"Well, anyway, Roda," Mom said, "it’s a rather tall tale, but since you changed before my eyes, I’m gonna have to believe it. Now what was that other phrase that turned you back? ‘Hot dog’?"

"Yes, that’s the one," I eagerly replied. Instantly I was Roy again.

"Whew, what a relief," Mom sighed. "Well, it’s dinner time. Ladies, and I’m not sure what to call you anymore, Roy, let’s chow down."

As Mom promised, we had fish sticks for dinner. She also provided the best tartar sauce I’ve ever had. Kathy and Yvette found Mom’s cooking very tasty.

"So, Roy, " Mom asked me, "how’s your week been?"

"Aside from my gender changes, I haven’t been doing much. Yvette’s been teaching Roda the more subtle aspects of womanhood, and I think she’s learning just about everything she can except for some sexual acts and having her period. Or pregnancy, of course."

"Well, I always wanted grandchildren, I just never thought you’d be the mother! Now that it’s a possibility, you’d better be willing to take precautions."

"I have, Mom. I take birth control pills every day. Roda hasn’t had a period yet, and I’m not sure how to handle it. I also don’t know how the periods will work, since she’s not even a she much of the time! Still, I’m discovering I enjoy being Roda more than being Roy. Maybe someday I’ll be willing to become female full-time! Anyhow, I’ve also gotten myself a new boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?! Roy, you’re not turning gay on me, are you?"

"No, Mom. Frank Stevens is Roda’s boyfriend. We saw a movie Thursday night, and it was a real snoozer. Fortunately, we went home afterwards and I made it up to him." Of course, I didn’t tell her about the sex, including my first anal experience with Frank. (He’d always wanted to try a back-entrance on a woman, but never found one that would consent. Until I realized Roda needed the experience, that is.)

Mom was a bit too embarrassed to carry that on any further, so she sat silently. But then she said, "Frank Stevens? Isn’t he your best friend?"

"Yes, and now he’s my boyfriend too. I told him about me and Roda. In fact, I told him first."

"Well, at least you won’t have to tell your father, God rest his soul. He’d have thrown a fit at the way his boy is changing genders."

"Excuse me, Mrs. Frink, but can Yvette and I get involved in the conversation?" Kathy was getting impatient.

"Why, sure, dearie. How has the appearance of Roda affected Roy at work?"

"Well, I’ve worked out the details. With the help of Roy’s boss, we’ve provided a special place to put Roda’s clothes and purse while he’s male, and Roy’s clothes while she’s female. As soon as the trigger words are said, Roy has permission to run into one of the dressing rooms and change into the right clothes. It can get a little awkward, but Roda’s gotten used to walking in high heels, and your son works well no matter what gender he is. I think he’s getting used to his special bi-gender status."

Yvette wanted to say something, so she added, "I’m helping Roda cope with being a woman. I’ve taught her how to walk properly, and she can now put on and take off makeup without much trouble. She can also brush her hair, and soon I’ll teach her how to wash it. She’s gonna be one extra-special addition to the family!"

By now Mom had gotten over the shock of having a male/female child, so she took this news nonchalantly. I was surprised how quickly she’d accepted the new me. As soon as Yvette finished speaking, Mom rose from the table. "It’s time for dessert. I fixed your favorite, Roy. Chocolate ice cream!" It sure was my favorite, and we all enjoyed our ice cream. Even though dinner was over, we wanted to stay and chat. Kathy and Yvette enjoyed learning more about the Frink family, and Mom proved an excellent talker. After about an hour of small-talk, however, things got dull. Suddenly I got a bright idea.

"Ladies, if you’d be willing to turn me into Roda again, I know how we can spice up tonight. I don’t think you’ll want to take part in this, Mom, so why don’t you go to bed? At your age, you probably need the sleep, and besides, you go to bed around this time anyway."

"Agreed. Good night, ladies, and feel free to stay with Roy as long as you wish. Make sure you leave with him, though. And don’t wake me up!" With that, Mom went upstairs to her room, getting ready for bed.

"Boy, she’s a nice lady. Let’s look at the living room for a few minutes while you mother gets ready for bed. I want her to be sound asleep before we start our fun," Kathy told me with a twinkling in her eye.

"All right. Why don’t I show you my yearbooks and the family photo albums?" The ladies agreed to my suggestion. After another hour, we were certain Mom was sound asleep, so I told Yvette, "Go for it. Make me a woman."

"Fish sticks," she whispered into my ear. I turned into Roda again. I was ready. "Now what’s your plan?"

"Well, Yvette, you remember the backpack I brought here? I placed a few of my, um, toys, in there. I also placed a call for a male stripper to come here while you saw my high-school yearbook. He should be here any minute. Don’t worry about the money, I’m paying. In the meantime, let’s break out these gadgets and have fun."

I took out my vibrator and my strap-on. I also provided a little bit of lubricant, for just in case. We quickly got undressed, and set up Kleenexes® around the room for cleaning up later. Kathy took the vibrator, and shoved it up her front hole. It was different, watching a woman do this in person. (Actually, the first woman I ever saw naked was me!) While she was having her fun, I put the strap on and rammed it into Yvette’s cute young body. We all felt out of control, and after a few minutes of this, all of us came simultaneously. The sound of three women groaning in sheer ecstacy will never be forgotten by any of us! Since we all wanted the chance to experience these thrills with each other, I took the vibrator from Kathy as she took the dildo now strapped around Yvette. After more orgasms, Yvette used the vibrator as Kathy penetrated me. Once more, we all orgasmed. This time, it was so strong and long we all fell to the floor, screaming "yes! yes! yes!" over and over for about ten minutes. Then we got a knock at the door.

"Who could that be?" Yvette asked. We quickly got dressed, and failed to clean our mess in our haste. After five knocks, I opened the door. We saw a tall (6'4", the same height as Roy), muscular male wearing a policeman’s cap over his ear-length, straight black hair, a flimsy blue cop’s shirt complete with fake badge, blue cop pants and brown loafers. Obviously, he was the stripper. As he jokingly placed us "under arrest" and then told us his name was Phil, I simply stared at his body. It obviously looked like one of those stupid Chippendale dancers, but I found him a lot more handsome than Roy ever would have. There was something about his rippling muscles, his tall body, his cute but — Wait a minute! Did I think ‘cute butt’, I reminded myself. Yes I did! Roy never cared about men’s butts before. Is this what women really admire in their mates? I’d just had another feminine experience that forever changed how I thought of women.

As soon as I made that realization, Phil started his act. He slowly, teasingly, unbuttoned his shirt as he danced around the living room. Kathy, Yvette, and I could only ogle at him and stare. After the shirt hit the floor, us three ladies yelled, "Take off your pants!" in unison. Phil didn’t need any more cues. He gradually removed it from his legs, and all three of us must have gotten wet in the crotch by the time he finished, leaving himself in just a silly black thong brief.

"That’s as far as I go, ladies. Sonora County’s laws don’t permit me to go all the way. I hope you enjoyed me."

"We sure did!" We said in unison. I giggled along with Kathy and Yvette. I never realized just how giddy these friends of mine were! I knew Kathy had divorced five years ago, and she still hadn’t found another steady boyfriend. And Yvette just seemed unlucky in love. (Those clashing outfits were major turn-offs, though.) But I never knew just how sexual ladies were capable of getting until that moment. I thought my libido was strong, but now I knew it was merely normal for a woman of my age. I paid Phil for his fine work before he left. Kathy and Yvette were each more than willing to play him two $20 bills as a tip.

Now Kathy turned to me and said, "Ladies, I have a surprise for you. I wanted to wait until the stripper left. Now that he’s gone, it’s time to show you this." She opened her black purse, and pulled out a dildo. But it was a rather weird-looking dildo. It was made of rubber (yuck), and about a foot long. But the strangest part was, it had TWO tips. What kind of freaky dildo was that?

"Kathy, I’ve never seen anything like it before. Why should a dildo have two heads?"

"Oh, Roda, it’s just for fun. See, now two women can use the same dildo at the same time. You double the pleasure, and thus double the fun. And you know what they say; two heads are better than one."

Yvette snickered as I replied, "Ha ha. Very funny, Kathy. Now let’s do it."

Kathy explained it would be difficult to use unless it could be held in place by a third woman, so she held onto it while I impaled the dildo at one end. Yvette took the other. So positioned, we ran ourselves up and down along its length, until Kathy’s hand got in the way. The double vibrations were making me feel twice as horny as a normal dildo, and I’m sure Kathy couldn’t control herself either. In fact, I’m certain, because she started fingering her vaginal lips with her free hand. It didn’t take long for all three of us to burst our crotches with all this tension in the air. After that, we rotated. I held onto the dildo as Kathy and Yvette rubbed themselves against it. I felt excitement whenever my right hand came into contact with Kathy’s or Yvette’s pussy. My crotch got special attention, too. After we all came, it was Yvette’s turn. She held the double-dick, while Kathy and I rammed ourselves along it. It was pure ecstacy, and all of us felt that special multi-orgasmic feeling. After about twenty minutes of pure pleasure, we all felt satisfied. The three of us cleaned up, using every Kleenex® we’d provided. We also got a certain pleasure out of washing our crotches clean. I even had liquid drenching myself from my navel to my shins! I’d also discovered, from our sex play, that Kathy and Yvette both tasted at least as good as I did. This was an experience I wanted to repeat. The stripper wasn’t really necessary (or affordable; I couldn’t pay for him every week), but Kathy and Yvette would have to come over regularly to, well, cum over and over! "Shall we do this again next week?" I asked.

"Sure. We can go to my place," Yvette offered. That was awfully nice of her.

"Just don’t do it here again! You ladies woke me up with all your screaming!" Uh oh. I turned around. It was Mom, in her white silk nightgown. She came downstairs towards us, as I felt my heart sink.

"I’m sorry, Mom. I promise we’ll never do that here again."

"You’d better not. This is not a house of prostitution! I’ll let you ladies go, on one condition."

"What’s that?" Kathy asked.

"Could you please let me keep this vibrator? I’ve been mighty lonely ever since my husband died several years ago." I was stunned. Mom never talked about sex in front of me. She’d never even given me the "birds-and-bees" talk; I’d learned all about that in school!

"Uh, su-su-su-sure, Mom. I can always buy another. And make sure you get three C batteries to keep it going."

"Thanks, Roda. You’ve been a nice little girl." And then she went back to her bedroom. Kathy and Yvette just stared at us, stunned. It was Yvette who finally broke the silence.

"Boy, Roda, you’re Mom’s cooler than I ever thought she could be! Anyway, it’s about 10 o’clock. We should be going home now." Kathy uttered the magic words to turn me back into Roy. Then we left, going our separate ways. As I went home, I found myself remembering the events of the night. It had been mighty fun. Even if I’d never had an encounter with any man other than Frank, this fun with my girlfriends would be quite fun indeed. Maybe next week we’ll probe the dildo up our asses. No, wait, I’d better ask my pals on that first. Many women don’t like the idea of tearing up their insides. Still, Friday nights were gonna be a lot more fun than before. And with three potential sex partners (four, if I could ever work up the nerve to deal with Gina again), life for Roy Del Frink/ Roda Dale Frink was gonna be great.

 

Chapter 5:           Roda Grows Out

It was now almost exactly six weeks after that fateful day. I’d been visited by Goddess, a benevolent all-powerful being who had granted me the ability to change genders. It was not in my hands, though; I had to hear others say "fish sticks" or "hot dogs" to switch sexes. (I know they sound like dumb words, but I didn’t come up with them, it just happened.) By now, I’d had several sexual experiences in both genders. Frank Stevens, my lifelong best friend and now boyfriend, had filled all of my holes (one at a time, of course!) when I’d been in my female form, Roda. Roda had also enjoyed lesbian sex with her co-workers Kathryn O’Hara and Yvette Hollister, and endured painful BDSM sex with her co-worker Gina Lombardo. At our second weekly orgy, Yvette and Kathy took pity on me and finally allowed me to deflower Roy. (I’d simply never had a chance before; besides, it’s not like I hadn’t done that sort of thing with them before!) Anyway, I realized that Roda had gotten sexually involved with three women, but only one man. Even though I really liked him, I recalled I’d been given this special opportunity as Roda because I wanted to know what it was like to be a woman. I’d already learned all the basics; squatting over the toilet, applying makeup, styling my hair, even my first period. That period, by the way, had been started on my 29^th day as Roda. I’d consciously avoided hot dogs for a whole week; I wanted to know what my cycle would be. It was rather difficult on me, since my breasts swelled painfully and I felt emotionally stressed all that time. And I can’t forget all that blood coming out of me! Thank you, maxi-pad manufacturers of America! But I realized, to be fully female, I had to stay female until it ended. So I did, and now I think I can handle it again. But let’s get back to the point; point was, I’d only had sex with one man, and for Roda to have the full feminine experience, I decided I’d need to have sex with several men at once. I didn’t have any problem with the concept; this was part of who Roda was to be. But I felt that Roda needed bigger breasts for the one-woman orgy to work. Besides, I still hadn’t had a tittie-fuck. And with 34B breasts, I wasn’t going to. I had been Roda non-stop for the past three weeks, because I enjoyed being her a lot more than poor old hapless Roy. That Thursday, just before I went to bed, I called for some help from the only person I knew could help me. "Goddess, could you please make my breasts bigger? I need bigger breasts for the feminine experience."

Instantly, Goddess showed up in my bedroom, in all her glory. "Roda, why do you want bigger breasts? Are your current breasts not big enough?"

"No, they’re not. I want to be tittie-fucked, and these things simply aren’t big enough. Also, I think if I only had large boobs, I’d have an easier time gathering several men for a one-woman orgy."

"You have thought this through well, my enchanted friend. That pleases me. You didn’t wish for large breasts right away; you waited six weeks. And you only want them to be larger to enhance the experience. Obviously, size envy is not a problem for you. Very well, Roda, you will have bigger breasts in the morning. Tomorrow, your breasts will increase in size all day. They will stop growing at the end of the day. Just be warned; having breasts as large as mine can be more trouble than they’re worth for mortals such as yourself." When she said that last part, she squeezed her 100-inch tits for emphasis. Then she disappeared. I went to sleep, wondering what she’d do to my 5'6", 34B-22-37 body.

Friday morning came, and I woke up refreshed. I took a cool, refreshing shower and got ready for the day. I planned to do some household chores, then go on a date with Frank that afternoon. (We took the day off from Hooperman’s. I hadn’t taken a vacation since they’d hired me eight months before. And Frank was eager for a three-day weekend.) I tried something a little different while cleaning the house. I’d heard about women who relieve stress by doing housework in the nude, so I attempted that myself. By now I was used to seeing my Roda form naked, so I was able to wash the dishes, clean the bathtub, dust the living room, clean my fish tank, refill the cat’s litter box, and scrub the toilet without being distracted by my gorgeous (but somewhat small-breasted) body. When I started washing the dishes, though, I felt something strange in my breasts. It felt like they were getting a little swollen. Was I going through another period already? The feeling nagged me while I did all my chores. By the time the toilet bowl was totally grime-free, I looked in a mirror and tried one of my 34B bras on. It was a little too small. There was no denying it, my breasts were growing bigger. Goddess was granting my wish. But how big would they get?

By now it was about noon. I had a bowl of coleslaw , a whole-grain bagel, and a diet cola for lunch. After I scrubbed my dishes clean, I broke out my measuring tape. There was no question about it now; my B-cup bra would not fit. I was now up to a C-cup. I would have to shop for a new bra, but where? And what size? If my boobs continued to grow, even a mammoth size like a G-cup may not be large enough. I didn’t have anything to do until Frank was scheduled to arrive at 3, so I decided to finish my romance novel, then catch up on my favorite soaps. (Yeah, it’s all trite, but it’s part of being a woman, so I did it.) The whole time, I felt my "twin peaks" slowly but surely grow larger. Would any outfit of mine fit me come date time? Could anything cover my ever-expanding tits? I would have to wait and see. In the meantime, the novel and soaps proved a pleasing (if shallow) distraction.

When 3 o’clock rolled around, I measured my bust again. A D-cup would now be too small; I’d need a DD-cup to fully store these mounds on my chest! My once normal-sized titties were now quite large. And they were still growing. They were also growing more sensitive. My 34B babies hadn’t been very pleasurable, but now I almost got ecstatic every time I touched a nipple. Speaking of my nipples, they were getting harder and longer. At the start of the day they were about a centimeter long, but now they were easily an inch and still growing. I decided to wear my navy blue sweat suit for our date, since it was stretchy (it was mostly elastic and lycra). Almost as soon as I put my matching blue pumps on, I heard the doorbell ring. It was Frank.

"Hi, baby. How’s it going? Are you ready for — your tits! My God, Roda, what happened?"

"Oh, I just got a visit from that lovely Goddess last night. I told her I wanted bigger breasts, and she’s granting my wish. I’m up to a DD-cup now. Do you like them?" I held them in my hands for emphasis.

"They’re fine, Roda. How big will they get?"

"I don’t know, Frank. That’s the problem. If they get too big, I could be the size of a house. Literally! Goddess told me they’d stop growing at the end of the day, but who knows how big they’ll be then?"

"Let’s just forget about it, sweetie. Let’s just enjoy ourselves at the fair like we planned. And don’t forget, since I’m the man, I’m paying." I giggled in girlish glee. Dating was a lot easier on the woman. Viva chivalry! My breasts had gotten so large for my frame, they jiggled and bounced with every step in my favorite dark blue high heels. I was also feeling a little damp in my panties; larger breasts was also making me hornier. The sheer ecstacy I was getting from my breasts made me feel hotter and sexier than I’d ever been before.

We left for the County Fair, which I’d been looking forward to all year. You see, it was early August. Every year, during the last week of July and the first week of August, the Sonora County Fair is the top attraction in the area. For a slightly large county centered on a city with only about 130,000 residents, the Sonora County Fair was surprisingly long and crowded. That’s because of the open farming country in western Sonora County, which allows the livestock shows and food displays needed for a two-week fair. And there’s more than enough teenagers and young adults (like Frank and me) to fill up a carnival area, play the barkers’ games, and buy the snacks at overinflated prices. (Fortunately, they didn’t sell any hot dogs, just corn dogs. I don’t have any idea what would’ve happened if I’d suddenly changed gender in such a public place!) And the flower show is always a sight to behold. Anyhow, visiting the county fair had been an annual trip for Roy, and it would be for Roda too. As Frank drove me over in his car, I felt my boobs grow the whole way. By the time we reached the fairgrounds, my breasts were the size of overinflated volleyballs, and still growing. My sweat shirt was almost stretched to its limit. I felt awfully tight under there. My panties were getting moist, and my nipples were as large as a thimble. Something would have to give by dinnertime.

Since I felt embarrassed about being seen like this in public, I didn’t want to stay long. Even so, we decided to make the most of it. We bought enough tickets for three rides. We rode on the Tilt-a-Whirl, that old favorite. Frank sat opposite me, as we spun around for three minutes. During the ride, I noticed nearly every man staring at me lustily, and most of the women with either jealousy or derision. With breasts this size and no bra, everyone must have thought I was a cheap slut or something. I almost got dizzy in there, and my enlarging bosoms started to move every which way, making me even more disoriented.

After that, we rode the roller coaster. People continued to stare at me and my expanding mammary glands as if I was there for the freak show. The ride itself was also different. I’d never had problems handling it before, but I insisted Frank sit next to me, and I got scared! That new-found femininity was heightening my emotional sensitivity. And I must confess, squeezing onto Frank not only made me fell better, it felt sexy. I was grabbing the man I love, and I really enjoyed it. It made me feel warm and giddy all over. My now oversized breasts bobbed up and down the whole ride, and I must have partially exposed them during the ride. My sweat shirt was starting to get too small. My mams were also getting out of control. If I hadn’t been more careful, I would’ve knocked out the eye sockets of the 14-year-old kid sitting in front of me! The last ride was the haunted house. It was even scarier than the roller coaster, but I also got more cuddling time in with Frank. It was better. And when I got off, I noticed my sweat shirt was almost stretched to its limits. It looked like one of those midriff T-shirts on my bountiful bosoms. Everyone treated me like I was a prostitute going on a "date" with one of her regular clients. I couldn’t handle this. Even though the "Daisies Through the Ages" flower show sounded riveting, Frank and I agreed it was time to go home. The fair trip had lasted an hour, and he couldn’t handle his girlfriend being treated like a common whore. We left, and it was almost 5 when I got home.

"How big are your tits going to get?" Frank asked me when we got to my apartment. Just then, my sweat shirt gave way. It snapped, and my breasts bobbed, standing free. They were now as large as beach balls, with nipples as long as syringes and as wide as quarters. My areolae were each almost six inches across. Despite the embarrassment my new tits were giving me, I still felt horny. My nipples had proudly stood out as far as possible for thirty minutes, and I could feel every whiff of air passing over my heaving bosoms. Despite their size, they stood out straight, as if I’d been wearing a bra. Of course, no bra I’d ever seen would fit me now, but that’s beside the point. Desperate, I pulled my sweat pants off. The wet, sticky feeling building up in my crotch was keeping my panties stuck to my body, and my pussy juices were staring to leak out of my underwear. I’d read many BE stories before I first met Goddess, and I’d always felt jealous for the ladies in the story. They got all the fun, experiencing breasts growing to overabundance while the guys just stood there and fucked them silly. I’d always wanted to be the heroine in one of those tales, but that was pretty unrealistic, even if I hadn’t been born male. Now I felt like I was one of those special BE tale heroines. My face beamed with pride as I spoke to Frank.

"Let’s forget about the how of my breasts, and deal with the what. What do you want to do with these mammoth mammaries?" I asked him, coyly caressing them as I spoke. Not only did I look like a slut, I felt like one too. And I enjoyed it! Most women never get to be anywhere as near as large up top as I was now. I was determined to milk (hee hee) all the pleasure out of this situation that I could. Judging by the look on Frank’s face, and the bulge forming in his pants, he was too. Frank took off all his clothes, and we got down to business. I rubbed my left breast with my left arm. Since my breasts were now so big, I couldn’t reach in front of it any more. I used my right arm to raise my right nipple to my mouth. It was now about four inches long, and two inches wide. I continued to suckle at my humongous nipple, as Frank took the left one. The sensation of having both my nipples sucked was too much, and my panties burst. They were holding back so much liquid, they couldn’t hold on! After that, Frank thrust himself into my pussy. With all that liquid, Frank met with some resistance. Even so, he managed to get it in all the way. I couldn’t reach below my tits to my clitoris any more, so I just continued to play with my breasts. Now I couldn’t reach my nipples any more either, but Frank just continued to suck the left one, and toyed with my now-free right teat. It didn’t take long for me to let out the greatest single orgasm I’d ever experienced, as Frank’s jizm squirted all the way up my womb. My breasts and nipples continued to expand the whole time, and I was ready for more lovin’.

Next I bent over (with breasts that felt like they weighed forty pounds each, it wasn’t hard), as Frank took himself out of my front and entered my back hole. All my personal juices (as well as some of his own) provided more than enough lubrication. I just stood there, experiencing more enjoyment than I ever thought humanly possible. Right after we both came, I felt something strange at the front of my breasts. Even though my torso was three feet off the floor, my breasts hit the ground! Then I got an amorous thought neither Frank nor I could deny. I asked Frank, "I’ve wanted to have a tittie-fuck for awhile, but I was never big enough. I’m big enough now! How about it?"

"Are you kidding? I’ve wanted to do this since I was 15!" he told me. I fell back onto the floor, as he took his manly member into my long cleavage. I almost felt pinned to the floor as he heaved his throbbing dick along the whole length of my breast cavity. A small squeeze on my behalf, and Little Frank was nowhere to be seen. Even though I got considerable satisfaction out of the experience, Frank thought I’d like a little more, so he bent his arm down to my clitoris and rubbed it. That put me over the edge. I came all over my crotch, and the liquid oozed down below my knees. After a ten-minute multi-orgasm, Frank released his third load all over my whopping tits, then passed out. I pushed him off of me and got up. It wasn’t easy though; I must have used up most of my energy by that time. Wearily, I ate a small, high-energy supper of mixed vegetables and a couple chocolates Frank had given me as a gift. Although I felt sexually satisfied, my back ached. My body wasn’t meant to support breasts anywhere near this huge! With almost my last ounce of energy, I measured my bustline at 93 inches. My nipples were now about the same size as Frank’s longish penis. And my areolae were each a foot wide and bright red. There was no denying it; I was a top-heavy freak. And my boobs were STILL growing. As I wondered how I’d ever be able to handle this unbearable pain, Goddess appeared in my living room.

"You have now learned what it is like to be a woman, maybe more than most women ever get to experience. Roda, you are one of the luckiest people in the universe. Why, your breasts are almost as large as mine." As she spoke, I stared. She was right; she was always right. Only my nipples were a lot larger and longer than hers. "Do not worry, Roda. Now that you have the body you desire, I will stop the growth in your breasts." As soon as she finished speaking, I stared. The growing feeling I’d felt all day was gone. My bustline now measured 100 inches, exactly the same size as Goddess’. But my back was still killing me.

"Thank you, oh wonderful Goddess. But could you do something about my back pains? I don’t know if I can ever appear in public again."

"Oh, but you will, Roda. You see, you still owe me an encounter with several men. I will not allow my will to be undone. Your body seems so well attuned to the wishes of men, you shall follow the wishes of men all the time. Until you go through with it, you shall be a prostitute."

"But Goddess! What about my job at Hooperman’s? What about my friends and lovers? Must I abandon them?"

"I shall deal with them myself. Your life as been altered, so that you were always in the sex trade since you got your large breasts during puberty. You have always been a woman named Roda Dale Frink. Roy never existed in this reality. The ladies at Hooperman’s have never met you. And you just had an appointment with Frank, your favorite client. After visiting the county fair, you took him to your place and had all that wonderful sex. You have another client in about an hour, so head for the corner of Main and 4^th to meet William Poole. Until you have a sexual encounter with several men, you shall be stuck in this lifestyle. Call for me when you are ready." With that, she disappeared.

As soon as Goddess vanished, Frank looked up at me. He gave me five hundred dollars and said, "This should be enough, Miss. Good night." With that, he got dressed and left. He did the whole thing so nonchalantly, as if he cared nothing for me. After he went out the door, I checked the house. No sign of Roy’s clothes; every single scrap of clothing was Roda’s. I also had more dildos and sexual paraphernalia than I knew existed. And now my clothes fit. They surely must have been custom-made. Especially the bras. My bras were size 34ZZN. Good gracious, I’d lapped the alphabet two and a half times! And now I was a prostitute. Maybe it’s not the best fate, but I figured I had the right job. Plus, that painful feeling in my back was gone. I don’t know how, but Goddess must have strengthened by back to support a 100-inch bustline. I quickly got into a black nightgown, black bra, black fishnet stockings, and black pumps with unbelievable 7-inch heels. To complete my ensemble, I applied black makeup to my face. I’d never seen any of those things before in my life. Except... Goddess said she’d changed my life so that I’d been a prostitute. These must have been some of the changes. Anyhow, I had a date at Main and 4^th. I quickly left the house, wondering what would happen to me next.

 

Chapter 6:          Busted!

I went out for a "date" at Main and 4^th. His name was William Poole, but I knew nothing else about him. I made my way there, my boobies bouncing every which way the whole time. My size 34ZZN bra (like all my outfits, custom made for me, and with all this money I could afford it) couldn’t stop the jiggling that was making me feel horny all over. Maybe having these babies attached to my chest wouldn’t be so bad, after all.

I arrived at Main and 4^th at 10:30 PM, right on time. The place looked deserted. I couldn’t see anything, if not for a single street lamp. Its light, the only light in sight, revealed the presence of a balding man, who looked about 50 years old. He was wearing a brown three-piece suit and a bad toupee. He also looked overweight, about 290 pounds. I figured he must be William Poole. I stepped toward him, and greeted him with a sensual "Hi, handsome." Of course, he was uglier than a bulldog, but a little flattery never hurt anyone.

"Hello, miss. I assume you know why I’m here."

"Of course I do, big boy. You wanna make out with the biggest breasts in the county." I bounced them around a little for show. Damn, was I gonna enjoy this life. All I had to do was make a sale with him, call in his buddies, and I’d be gang-banging like gangbusters.

"Very well, ma’am. Let’s get down to business. Do you want me to pay you for sexual favors?"

"Of course I do, William. Or should I call you Mr. Poole?"

"Call me Officer William Poole, FBI." He flashed his badge at me. I watched several SWAT men jump out of the darkness and handcuff me. "You’re under arrest for making an illegal sale." Shit! I’d fallen for the oldest sting in the book, and now I’m going to Sonora County Jail. And that’s no tiny county jail, no sir. We have more than three hundred thousand residents. So our jail houses hundreds of criminals, including dozens of sluts like myself. As he read me my rights and took me to the station, I felt confused and flustered. What was to become of me? And how will I ever get it on now? I also noted that several of the SWAT men had been ogling me, whistling and saying "Yeah baby" in my direction.

Around 11 o’clock, I was dropped hastily into a holding cell. It was very small and uncomfortable. The yellow paint was peeling from the walls. Since I didn’t see any numbers for lawyers or bail bondsmen, and I didn’t have any idea what friends or family I might have in this alternate reality, I waived my right to a phone call. A small wooden bench was provided, but I couldn’t sleep on it. My bountiful bosoms made sleeping on my taught tummy impossible. If I tried sleeping on my back, the slats in the bench felt too uncomfortable. And if I tried sleeping on my side, my center of gravity would always tip me out. Worse, around 2 AM I had a sudden urge to pee. Fortunately, the holding cell had a toilet. Unfortunately, it was positioned so that everyone would be able to see me doing it. If only I’d still been Roy, I might have avoided total embarrassment. Alas, I wasn’t, and since I wore a dress, I’d have to go squatting in only a bra, with my panties down to my ankles. As I relieved myself, I’m sure every single male in the room was ogling my overlarge, near-perfect breasts. Once I was done, I quickly put my outfit back on.

After five hours in that hell-hole, I was escorted to the ladies’ jail. I was placed into Prison Block 30, with a single cellmate. Great. Now I truly felt like a cat in the big house. Worse, I recognized my cellmate the moment I saw her.

"Well, we meet at last, ‘Ravishing Roda’." It was Gina Lombardo, my old short Italian co-worker from Hooperman’s! What was she doing here? "I’ve heard many stories about you, and I hope they’re all true. Why don’t I tell you about myself? My name is Gina Lombardo. I used to work for Hooperman’s Department Store, selling ladies’ clothes. Until I was caught stealing store funds a month ago. They fired me right on the sport. Ungrateful bastards." Oh, dear. The way I remembered things, Roy agreed to pay the funds back to the store for Gina, as she threatened to blackmail me by telling everyone I still slept with my childhood teddy bear, Zippy Z. Zappy. I would have found that so embarrassing, I quickly caved in. But now that Roy was no more, nobody had taken the fall for Gina.

"That sounds horrible!" I replied in mock sympathy.

"Yeah, well, the worst part is what happened next. After bailing myself out, I spent all my time at home with my family. Yesterday they arrested me again for committing an illegal sexual act. I mean, come on, who knew a woman having sex with her sister was supposed to be incest?"

That was more than I wanted to know. Gina was getting too freaky. But my night of horror wasn’t over yet. Gina pulled out some illegal contraband: her twelve-inch strap-on dildo, her dominatrix outfit (I have no idea how she thought she could dominate someone much bigger than her in EVERY dimension), and a whip. She quickly dressed in her kinky leather suit, then strapped the fake dick around her hips. "I’ve wanted to get you in the end, and now I shall!" As she cackled in a sinister way, I felt my spirits sink into quicksand.

"Now ride my cock, you motherfucking whore!"

"No way!" I wasn’t that type of lady.

"You’ll do as I say, bitch!" We broke out into a catfight. Roy might have enjoyed this as a spectator, but Roda sure didn’t want to take part. I had so little upper body strength that, despite my larger size, I couldn’t stop Gina from subduing me. She took off all my clothes and pinned me to the ground, back side up. My titanic tits kept me hovering three feet from the floor. She forced my legs apart, and impaled her dildo into my bum. All of it. At once. Without lubrication. I screamed louder than I’d ever been able to before. I was being raped by a fellow woman, and I didn’t like it at all.

"What’s that, you harlot? You’re wincing from the pain? Well, that pain was nothing compared to what you’re gonna feel next!" She whipped my legs, and it hurt. I was breaking into tears as she started whipping me on my butt cheeks, and thrusted her dong in and out of my ass. I wasn’t enjoying this at all. Then she decided I needed more encouragement, and ordered my to finger my clit. I had trouble reaching around those mighty mams of mine, but eventually I got there, and suddenly I found a solace of pleasure in this painful experience. I’ll never want to do it again, but I concentrated all my feeling on my clitoris, and eventually I came. Gina ruptured over my swollen ass cheeks shortly after. Now the clock in our cell said 6 AM. It was sunrise.

"That’s enough, Lombardo!" I saw a muscular female guard pass our cell. Her name tag said, "Wilma Purvis," and she looked quite upset at Gina’s activities. "I watched what you did. You had no right to rape poor Frink. And I’ll have to confiscate your contraband. You’ll spend the rest of your term in solitary for this!"

"Shit, you bitch, you have no right to do this to me. I’m gonna escape from this shitty slammer and kill all of you fuckers. Then you’ll be sorry! Let go of me, you shitbag, or I’ll..." Fortunately, the sound of Gina’s ranting was cut off as Wilma Purvis continued dragging her by the nape of her neck.

A second female guard, named Sandy Green, walked into my cell to console me. She had flowing red hair, down to her shoulders. Her ruby green eyes accentuated her long, thin lips well. She measured 34D-22-35. She was five feet eight inches tall, weighed about one hundred thirty pounds, and wore the same blue cap, blouse and jeans all the female guards wore. "I’m sorry about what that nasty Lombardo did to you. She’s got quite a hot-headed reputation around here. Tell you what, why don’t I pair you with a second, more amenable prisoner?"

"I’d love that just fine," I sobbed. I hugged Sandy for support as tears continued to flow down my cheeks, running into my mascara. Now I knew how rape victims felt, and I was determined never to do that to anyone, as Roy or Roda. After several minutes of crying, I felt secure enough to wipe off my face and let go. Sandy felt like the big sister I’d never had.

"There, there, Roda. Everything will be better. We’re moving Lolita Fairfax into your cell. You’ll never be raped by anyone again."

"Thanks." The tears had stopped. I sniffed and rubbed the last bits of moisture from my eyes. The worst was over. I felt much better, and I hoped Lolita would be better to me than Gina ever was.

Then Sandy let me rest. I had a tough ordeal, and I hoped tomorrow would be

better. Fortunately, the metal prison beds had mattresses, so I didn’t feel uncomfortable at all when I lay on my back. I fell asleep, wondering what life in prison would be like.

Around 2 in the afternoon, Sandy woke me up. "It’s time to see your lawyer. You know your rights, don’t you?"

"Yes I do, ma’am." I got into my prison uniform. It was a body-sized orange jumpsuit. It was custom-made for my dimensions, and had the name "Roda Dale Frink" stitched over the left breast; obviously this wasn’t my first arrest. Anyhow, I was sent to the office of Clyde Snodgrass. Mr. Snodgrass was a very professional lawyer who specialized in defending hookers like myself. He was about twice my age, had a receding brown hairline, and wore a blue business suit. He explained about my upcoming trial; I was to see Judge Larry Travis in two weeks. He told me that, normally, charges of prostitution don’t go to trial, but they made an exception for the most infamous and frequently arrested "lady of the night", me. I had 25 (!) outstanding charges on trial. And it looked like I’d spent the next few years in jail, even if I pled guilty. My chances of getting released didn’t look good.

Actually, I didn’t pay very much attention to what Mr. Snodgrass said. I spent most of my concentration on Mr. Snodgrass himself. Even though he was a very professional fellow and obviously trying to help me, he couldn’t help stare at me and those magnificent mammaries of mine. He frequently fidgeted and blabbered when he spoke. Then I realized something. The SWAT men, the cops in the holding cell, and now my lawyer. Nearly every single man I saw seemed infatuated with my body and its massive knockers. I developed my own defense for the trial.

After that meeting with my attorney, I spent the next two weeks in jail. It was a difficult time. I had to do back-breaking exercises twice a day. My meals tasted like leftovers from an airline, and had smaller portions. I spent most of my day washing and folding prison laundry. Roy cringed at a visit to Spinners Laundromat; now Roda was doing that seven hours a day. The only tolerable part of this ordeal was at night, just before lights-out. My cellmate, Lolita Fairfax, was a hooker like myself. Her trial was scheduled for the same day mine. She was five foot seven, slightly taller than me, but like me was 23 years old. She had a 36-20-40 figure. Impressive as that was, her boobs were much smaller than mine. Still, they were about as large as cantaloupes. Every night, we’d explore each others’ bodies. I liked her figure, and she liked mine. We spent most of our time licking each other’s pussies and playing with each other’s breasts. I looked forward to this nightly experience, which gave me the personal strength needed to get through the day.

Finally, the two weeks were over and I was sent to Courtroom Three for trial. Lolita went in with me. We sat in the jury box with several other prospective defendants. One by one, we were called to trial. Lolita’s was first; she got off with a $500 fine and a week’s probation. On her way out the door, Lolita handed me a sheet of paper with her phone number on it; I placed it in my purse. As I sat in the jury box for the next hour, I pondered how to present my "case". Then the moment of truth came. The bailiff called me up.

"People vs. ‘Ravishing Roda’ a.k.a. Roda Dale Frink," he called. I thought he looked familiar, but I couldn’t place him. Maybe he’d seen me in the holding cell. Judging by the large bulge in his pants, he certainly noticed me. I walked up to the defense table, sexily swaying my hips and bouncing my tits the whole way. Everybody in the courtroom stared at me. The men were infatuated with me; the women were feeling envious of my over-endowed figure or derision at my chosen profession. I sat down at the defense table, to the right of Mr. Snodgrass. My heaving bosoms settled on the table, taking up nearly all the right side.

Judge Larry Travis banged his gavel to start the trial. He was a tough-as-nails, very no-nonsense type. He looked in his mid-fifties. His hair was almost gone, except for a couple of gray patches at the side. He wore an old-fashioned pair of glasses with no handles. His expression was very stern, almost unemotional. "Miss Roda Dale Frink, you are charged with 25 counts of illegal sales of sex over the past six months. How do you plead?"

"Oh, judge, PLEASE don’t send me to jail. I’ve wasted away behind bars for the last two weeks, and I don’t know how long I can take it," I pouted sexily. Then I started crying. My tears fell from my face and into my lengthy cleavage, as my majestic mounds rubbed against the table. It was quite a spectacle.

"That’s enough wisecracking out of you, young lady!" He turned to the court recorder and said, "Let the record state the defendant pled, ‘Not Guilty’." Turning back to me, he said in a boisterous but restrained voice, "This is a serious trial here! Do you realize I could send you to jail for the next seven years if you’re convicted on all charges?"

"What are you doing?" Mr Snodgrass bluntly but quietly inquired.

"Don’t worry," I whispered into his ear. "I’m planning my own defense." Then I turned to Judge Travis. "Of course I know how powerful you are. You have the ability to sentence anyone to life, or execution. All that power must make you feel strong. Your Honor, do you ever stroke that gavel of yours? How do you manage to keep that feeling from rushing to your head?" The whole time, I cooed sensuously and stroked my impressive breasts. Would my plan work?

The judge started fidgeting nervously, staring at my every move. Sweat broke all over on his forehead, and he reached for his handkerchief to wipe it off. For the next couple of minutes, all he could utter was unintelligible syllables. "Uh-eh-er-um-ah-hoo boy-" It went on and on like that. Finally he turned to the bailiff and said, "Bailiff, the air conditioning is malfunctioning. The court shall take a thirty minute recess while the repairman fixes the problem."

"But, Your Honor, we just fixed it yesterday, and -"

"No excuses, bailiff! Thirty minute recess," he yelled, banging his gavel against his podium. Then he walked up to the defense table and asked Mr. Snodgrass, "Would you mind if I spoke with your client in my office alone? I’d like her to give some private testimony."

"It’s okay. Just say yes," I whispered in his ear.

"Very well," Mr. Snodgrass replied. As I walked with the judge into his chambers, I winked at my attorney. I had the judge just where I wanted him. By his hormones.

After he closed and locked the office door, Judge Travis asked me, "You know, the county’s been a little harsh on you, Ma’am. Maybe we could strike a plea bargain. I’ll drop all the charges if you -"

"It’s a deal!" I shrieked. "Just think, you lucky devil, you get to score with the biggest boobs in Northern California for free! A $500 value. And it’s all yours." As I moaned the last sentence, I reached for the judge’s crotch. I liked what I felt. We both undressed, then got down and dirty on his desk. I did the same things I’d done for Frank the day we’d visited the County Fair: a simple front entrance, followed by an anal penetration, then a brief but heavenly tittie fuck. Then we washed off in the judge’s washroom (I really enjoyed the little rise out I got from washing those babies on my chest!) and suited up for the courtroom. After he sat on his bench, and I giddily returned to my spot at the defense’s table, the judge banged his gavel to end the recess. Exactly thirty minutes had gone by. The judge returned to his usual business-like demeanor.

"Well, Miss Frink, it appears the evidence against you is weak. The court will gladly drop all remaining charges against you, as long as you don’t do it again. Case dismissed."

I was finally a free woman. I skipped for joy as I left the courthouse and returned home. My boobs fell all over the place, as if they had a mind of their own. All the men started at me, while most women just tried to ignore me. I could see the envy in their eyes, however. I was the luckiest woman in the world, and I owed it all to Goddess. I felt a constant dampness in my crotch every time my tits bounced. When I got home, I examined my house. I saw a plaque next to the door saying, "Ravishing Roda." My professional nickname. I felt a tear trickle down my cheek when I noticed that. Well, I had a six-on-one to perform, so I looked around for something to lay on. After all, if you’re gonna be surrounded by dicks on every side, you’ll need to provide for easy access, yet keep yourself steady. When I entered my bedroom, I found the perfect thing, a modified gym bench. It was about three feet by two-and-a-half feet, about the right size for my torso. The bench also rose three feet off the ground, and had a hole at the bottom the perfect size for a rear entry. All I had to do was lay down on the bench, and the guys would take care of the rest. The guys! Where was I gonna get six men to screw me?

Then I remembered Lolita’s number in my purse. I pulled it out and dialed her. After I told her my dilemma, she gave me the names and numbers of six men she thought would be perfect for me. I wrote it all down on a sheet of paper carefully placed over my right breast. (Boy, that was mighty convenient of Goddess. Those things have so many uses.) After I hung up, I dialed the six men and explained the situation. All of them agreed to show up at my place at 8 o’clock. That gave me plenty of time to plan. In the meantime, I ate a small lunch. I spent the afternoon finishing my latest novel, "The Passion of Petunia." At 4, I caught up with my favorite stories with that convenient weekly magazine, "All My Soaps." Boy, I almost cried when I discovered that Bobby had killed Jenny after Jenny had lied to Polly about how Polly’s son George was gonna have a sex-change operation and form a lesbian couple with his sister, Nancy. That had put Polly so on-edge, she pulled the plug on George’s father Jimmy and cut her brother Ken, Jenny’s father, out of her will. The whole drama seemed so realistic!

A little after 6, I ate a small chef’s salad for dinner. It wasn’t much, but I really hungered for sperm, and I would getting some soon. Then I went upstairs and got dressed. It was a tough decision, but eventually I settled on a saucy red strapless cocktail dress and matching pumps with five-inch heels, a tiny black beret, a miniature mink stole, a fake dimple, and a cigarette holder. No underwear; tonight I wouldn’t need any. Boy, I felt so chic, almost like a strumpet out of Paris.

Anyhow, by the time I finished dressing it was nearly eight. Time to go downstairs and check on my visitors. My old pal (and now favorite customer) Frank Stevens arrived first. "Damn, baby, you look gorgeous," he told me as he entered the door.

"Well, darling, I’m not nearly as glamorous as I’m gonna be when the other guys get here. Wait, I hear another knock at the door. I’ll get it." As I rushed to the door, I realized how hot my sultry, feminine moves were making him. And I’m almost certain Frank couldn’t keep his eyes off my prize assets. Going around braless, and my nipples feeling harder and sticking out visibly through the fabric, certainly helped.

When I opened the door, I saw the bailiff from my trial at the door. "You look familiar. Have I seen you somewhere?" I queried.

"Yes. My name is Phil Turner. I was the bailiff at your trial." Phil blushed, then added, "Actually, I prefer my night job. I’m a stripper. The ladies call me Phillip Yerhoels." So that’s where I’d seen him. He was the stripper I’d invited to that dinner party at Mom’s! I gladly invited him in, wondering just how big that bulge in his pants might be.

Within the next thirty minutes, the other four men arrived. Robert Franks was first, followed by Parker Evans, Ken Banks, and Eugene Silverstein. After Eugene closed the door, I asked the men for a little help. I explained about the modified gym mat I had upstairs, and asked of they’d be willing to bring it down to the den. They agreed. If you’re wondering why I didn’t bring it down myself, I wasn’t strong enough. That thing was made out of pure metal, and must have weighed two hundred pounds, more than I did. Plus, I liked watching six strong men struggle as they brought it downstairs. I even tried peeking at their cute little asses.

Just before 9 o’clock, we got the bench into place. Both the men and myself undressed. I lay down as the guys positioned themselves around me. I raised my head behind the head of the bench, and spread my legs wide open, while making sure my asshole was also well positioned for good lovin’. Frank took my front hole, while Phil entered me from behind. Parker put his cock into my left hand, while Robert’s was placed into my right. Ken crammed his organ down my throat, while Eugene just sat on me and used his manhood to invade my tits. To my delight, Frank’s 8-incher proved to be the shortest of the six dicks. Phil stuck out a full foot, while Ken’s member almost suffocated me. Now we were ready. All of the men moved in and out and all around, while I just laid back and enjoyed myself. Mere words cannot easily describe the sheer passion I was feeling at that moment. Six simultaneous sexual stimulations! (Try saying THAT five times fast.) Every single penis made me feel hornier, and with them all pushing together, I was in pure ecstasy. If Ken wasn’t filling my mouth, I would have uttered the happiest groan of my life. After only a minute of this treatment, I came with the best, longest multi-orgasm of my life. It lasted for a whole half hour, and all the guys were pumping me the whole time until they released all six loads. I could feel every last drop land in or on me. The guys switched positions, and the whole erotic process repeated itself. By midnight, each of the men had released six loads, one in each location. The whole time, I just lay there dumbfounded, letting the passion carry me away until I didn’t even know who I was. I must have felt enough sexual ecstasy to satisfy 100 lifetimes that night. Most women in these gang-bangs talk about how un-sexual they are. Possibly because I’d been a man, and possibly because my libido felt every bit as strong as when I’d been Roy, I enjoyed every second of it. Boy, how I wanted to do this again sometime.

I cleaned off all the cum deposited on my person. I had enough sperm to start my own bank! After we all got dressed, I asked the guys for payment. That was the easiest and most fun three thousand dollars I’d ever made. After they went home, I was still getting high on the memories of the night. But all that sex tired me out, so I jaunted upstairs and turned in.

I woke up around 10 on Saturday morning. I got into my purple bathrobe, then ate cornflakes and grapefruit for breakfast. "Goddess, I had the six-on-one you asked of me last night. And it was the greatest moment of my life! I can’t wait to do it again."

Goddess appeared in front of me. "Hello, Roda. I followed your progress, and I must say, I am impressed. You sure learn fast. And that trick in the courtroom surprised me. I have never liked men, and I know how they all think with their gonads. You have learned how to use sex as a weapon. Use it well, my friend. And now, you have done all I have asked of you. I shall change you back into Roy. You will return to your normal life."

"But Goddess, I don’t want to be Roy full-time again. I’ve enjoyed being Roda too much. I really love all the sex I’ve been getting, and I like getting paid for sex. However, I don’t wish to do anything illegal. That time in jail was just too much for me. Could you find a way to allow me to continue switching genders?"

Goddess scratched her chin for a few minutes. Finally, she said, "I have a solution. This alternate life, with Roda as a prostitute, shall be erased from every memory except yours. Roy will remain where you left him. Roda will be, not a hooker, but a porn star. She has just made her first video, and got paid three thousand dollars. She will receive a lot more in royalties, and make more successful videos. And you can still change between forms, but forget those silly words. All you have to do is concentrate on the form you wish, and you will appear as you wish. As a reward for your faithful service, Roda can keep her well-supported 100-inch bustline. Consider it a gift from me. You may transform anytime you wish, except under one extraordinary circumstance. Well, I must serve my universe again. So long, dear." She rubbed her nipples for a few minutes, her eyes closed the whole time. Then, in the blink of an eye, she was gone.

Now that I was free to be Roy again, I decided to try this new method of transformation. I concentrated on my old Roy form, and in seconds, I was male for the first time in over a month. At the same time, my bathrobe modified its size to fit Roy’s body. Trying to turn back, I concentrated on being Roda. Instantly I was the top-heavy lady I’d been for two weeks, with my bathrobe once again changing shape to fit Roda’s smaller frame. I changed between forms several more times in the next few minutes, to perfect my new ability. Eventually, I settled on being Roy. Why not? I hadn’t been him for awhile, and I wanted to check back on his new life. And get ready for work on Monday morning, to explain the new changes.

The rest of the weekend was uneventful. I showed up at Hooperman’s, on Monday, and chatted with the ladies, explaining about all the changes. Of course they were skeptical, but a few demonstrations on my part cleared everything up. When I saw Gina, I asked her if she’d had sex with any of her sisters recently. She stared at me icily, then abruptly left the room. "That bitch Nancy! How dare that scumbag tell everyone what I’d done with he! I’m gonna kill the slut next time I..."

"How did you know?" Kathryn asked me.

"Yeah, Roy. That was waaaay more about her than I wanted to know," Yvette replied.

I just smiled and sipped my coffee. "That was for you, Zippy Z. Zappy," I thought to myself.

 

Chapter 7:           A New Flame

Now my account’s up to about three months after my initial encounter with Goddess. As my female alter-ego, Roda Dale Frink, I’m one of the top draws on the porn video market. And with an unbelievable 100-inch bustline and a well-trained and strong feminine labido, I should be. My first video, "Roda the Sex Machine", where I take on six guys in six places for three hours, sold four million copies in three weeks to become the best-selling adult video of the year. The royalties from it had made me a millionaire, and I now lived in a spacious mansion in the countryside near Sevastopol on the coast. Life was wonderful, and I loved the being Roda. But one thing was missing from my life: love. Since Roy had been such a loser at love, he’d never had a good chance of getting a girlfriend. And Roda’s sex job scared away many potential boyfriends, including Frank. I was worried I’d live without true romance for the rest of my life. It was time to consult Goddess again.

"Goddess, please help me find a companion like your subjects." Instantly she appeared in my living room. I was in my Roy form; by now I was Roy during weekdays, and Roda during weekends and at night.

"Hello again, Roy. I understand how lonely you’ve been all your life. I shall help you find a special companion. Just look for an attractive-looking lady as Roy, and I will assist you with the rest. If you get any sudden thoughts, just obey them. They are just telepathic messages from me to you, similar to the way I sent the original Goddess tale to Miss Moon. You will know when you find the one. Good luck, Roy." Then she disappeared.

When Friday evening rolled around, I decided to stay Roy, even though I’d turned myself into Roda for the past few weeks. At our weekly orgy, my co-workers Katherine O’Hara and Yvette Hollister complained about the absence of Roda, but I explained that Roy was looking for a girlfriend, and he would need to stay male for that. They understood, and I just came down on the two ladies like there was no tomorrow. I spent most of Saturday evening prowling around bars in Santa Maria Rosa, with no luck. Even the barflies didn’t want me. Then, just before midnight, I saw her. Lolita Fairfax, the lady I’d met in prison in my alternate reality as Roda the hooker. Of course, she had no memory of that. She wore a pretty blue midriff, tight chiffon shorts, teal sneakers, sheer panty hose, and a straw bonnet. She winked at me, as if to say, "Come closer, big boy." I immediately obeyed.

"Hello, my name is Roy Del Frink," I told her.

"I’m Lolita Fairfax," she replied. "Would you like to come over to my house for the night? You just might get lucky." She winked again, and started at me longingly, caressing her cantaloupe-sized melons for good measure.

I couldn’t say no, but I heard Goddess’s voice in my head confirm it. "Go with her. She is the one."

"Yes. I’d love to. Will I have to pay you, cause I don’t have the money for that."

"Usually, yes. But I’m getting down on sex for money. It seems like half the men just want me for a cheap encounter, then go home. Hardly anyone wants to chat about me anymore. I just wish I could meet a man interested in dating a hooker, soon to be ex-hooker when I can find a decent job."

"Don’t worry, Lolita. I’ve had bad luck with ladies myself. Plus, the moment I saw you, I heard a little voice in my head tell me you were the one." Okay, so it was true, but I didn’t think she’d realize I meant it literally.

"Fine. Let’s go, Roy." We left for her place. Lolita’s house was actually a studio apartment in Robert’s Park, about a ten-minute drive from the bar. Her place was rather plain, decorated mostly with memories of past clients. We lay down on her bed, and Roy had the best sex of his life. Lolita enjoyed it, too. Afterwards, we spoke about our lives. I told her nearly everything about myself, except for Roda and Goddess.

"Well, I’ve had a secret desire to do something else in my life. I’ve always wondered what life as a man might be like. Of course, I’ll never be able to do it, but if I could, for just one day, it would be fun."

"Never say never, Lolita. I always wondered what life as a woman would be like, but never got a chance until three months ago. Now I can change gender whenever I wish."

"You’re pulling my leg, Roy. Nobody can become a woman just like that, then return to manhood again."

"Just watch." I concentrated on Roda, that voluptuous vixen of a female. Instantly, Roda was seated at Lolita’s bed. My orange shirt and brown pants changed into an orange blouse and brown skirt that fit Roda perfectly. Lolita couldn’t believe her own eyes, then just left her lower jaw hanging for three minutes. Finally, she worked up the courage to speak.

"Wow, that’s amazing. I never thought a gender change could be so effortless. Tell me, what’s your name? You certainly can’t be Roy Del Frink anymore! And are you as good in the sack as Roy is?"

"My name is Roda Dale Frink," I explained to her. "I’m a porn star. And I’m a lot better in the sack than Roy can ever hope to be."

"Wait a minute. Are you THE Roda Dale Frink? My dear, you’re the buzz of the adult industry right now. I had no idea you were really a man!"

"But I am, my dear. Just watch." I turned back into Roy again, smiling casually the whole time.

"Whoa, that’s so freaking unbelievable! Does anybody know you can do this?"

"Only a few people. Please don’t tell anyone. I like to be Roy, so that Roda can avoid excess publicity. And the tabloids would have a field day. Can you imagine how embarrassed I’d be if the Weekly World News included the story, ‘Fabulous Porn Queen Revealed to be Squeamish Male’?."

"Good point, Roy. I won’t tell anyone. But how did this happen?"

I told her all about my experiences with Goddess. Right before I got to about the companion, I heard her voice in my head again. "Roy, this woman will also have the ability to change genders, like you do. Just say ‘fish sticks’ in her presence. Then, when she’s a man, say ‘hot dog’ to return her to normal."

Those dumb words, I thought. Still, I wasn’t about to violate Goddess’s orders. "Fish sticks," I told Lolita.

"Why did you say THAT?" Lolita asked me. All of a sudden, she changed shape. Her breasts shrank into her torso. She gained several inches in height; she now looked about six-foot-five, an inch taller than me. Her upper body gained a lot of muscles, and a bulge formed in her crotch. Her midriff turned into a T-shirt, and her short shorts expanded into full-length pants. All her womanly curves disappeared. Suddenly, Lolita Fairfax was no more, replaced with a man with medium-length red hair, stubby facial hair, and handsome green eyes.

"What happened?" she asked in her deep bass voice.

"I made a man out of you," I replied with a grimace on my face. "What should I call you now? Lolita doesn’t sound like a good name for a man, you know."

"Call me Lorenzo," he replied. "Lorenzo Fairfax."

"Fine," I told Lorenzo. "Hot dog."

Lorenzo stared at me like I was crazy, but quickly, Lolita returned before my eyes. "I can’t believe you did this to me, Roy. What’s going on here?"

"Go ahead," Goddess’s voice told me, "tell her."

I explained to her, "Goddess has decided you shall be my companion. Since I can change genders at will, she must have decided my companion should also. Why don’t I let you practice changing genders?"

Lolita stared at me. Finally she said, "This is really freaking me out, Roy, but I like you so much, I’m willing to give it a try. Will I change genders every time you say ‘fish sticks’ or ‘hot dog’ to me?"

"Yes. In fact, you should change genders whenever anyone says those magic words to you. They shouldn’t have any effect when you say them yourself, though. Let’s practice. Fish sticks."

Lolita turned into Lorenzo, then became Lolita again when I said, "Hot dog." After she’d been gone through both forms a dozen times, I noticed it was nearly 4 AM, so I decided we should call it a night. Lolita agreed, so we slept together in her bed.

I woke up around noon. I decided to turn back into Roda while Lolita was still asleep, to surprise her. After a small breakfast of toast and jam, I returned to the bed and lay next to her. "Did you get enough sleep last night, baby?" I asked her.

Lolita, starting to stir but still half-asleep, replied, "Sure, mommy, I’m ready for school." When she opened her eyes, she couldn’t believe the lady with gigantic tits laying on her bed. "What the— I had sex with a MAN last night!"

"Lolita, have you forgotten my little chat with you about Roda and my sex-changing abilities?"

"Yeah, but I figured that was just a dream."

"Well, I’ve got two words that should convince you it’s all for real: Fish sticks."

Lolita quickly transformed into Lorenzo. "Wow. I’ll have to get used to this."

"Okay. Why don’t you move into my place while you’re getting adjusted? It’s so spacious, and living alone in there makes it feel so empty."

"Since we seem made for each other, Roda, that sounds like a good idea." I drove her to my place in my pepper-hot red Ferrari. My breasts had to rest in my lap, if I was gonna be able to turn the steering wheel. Even so, it was a little tricky. During our leisurely half-hour drive, I told Lorenzo about my sexual experiences. He found it quite a turn-on. And staring down at that enormous bulge in his pants, I knew I was going to enjoy a role-reversal of last night.

I pulled into the driveway and parked the car. Maneuvering my heavy hooters out the car door wasn’t easy, but by now I’d gotten used to it. Lorenzo locked the car doors, and I just looked at him, smiling and feeling giddy all over. So this is what true love is like for the ladies! We quickly went through my front door, and headed for the bedroom. We undressed and did everything we’d done the night before, only I was the woman and she was the man. Since this was Lorenzo’s first time, he wasn’t nearly as good a partner as he could have been, but I fell so in love with him he satisfied me anyway. I swear, Lorenzo enjoyed rubbing my mammoth mammaries almost as much as I enjoyed having them rubbed. Then I turned to Lorenzo and asked him, "Tell me, have you ever had lesbian sex?"

"No, but I’ve always wanted to. Why?"

"Because now’s your chance. Hot dog."

Almost immediately, Lolita sat where Lorenzo had been. She stared at my prize assets with envy. She wasn’t used to not having the biggest boobs in the room. But there was just no way she could compete with Roda’s 100-inch babies. Since my nipples were each the size of a larger-than-average penis, I stuck my left one up Lolita’s vagina. She was being fucked by another woman, and both of us were thoroughly enjoying ourselves. Since she didn’t want to just sit there and take me, she started suckling on my free nipple and rubbing my clitoris. This was all too much for me, and we both came at once. I was shivering in ecstacy for ten minutes, and I could tell Lolita was in multi-orgasmic heaven, too. Then I broke out one of my double-ended dildos, and we ran our bodies up and down it until our pussies touched. For added enjoyment, we each sucked our own right nipples until they hardened. We loved having our big breasts, and sure enjoyed not being flat-chested like some unfortunate ladies I’d seen. Once again, we hit a sexual climax that lasted several minutes. After this, I opened a drawer and pulled out two special devices Lolita had never seen before. "What are they?" she asked me.

"They’re called Stim-U-Matics," I replied. "Each gadget is supposed to stimulate your cunt, asshole, and clit at the same time. It’s supposed to give you more simultaneous orgasms than you’ve ever had before."

"Hah! We’ll see about that!" Lolita retorted. We agreed to try them, though. I placed the fat plastic vibrating dildo at the front into my moist vaginal opening, then inserted the skinnier vibrating dong at the other end up my rear entrance. A tiny vibrating device, almost the size and shape of a human finger, was aimed at my clitoris. I turned it on. The sales pitch was no exaggeration. It DID give me more simultaneous orgasms than I’d ever experienced in my life. Lolita could only sit and stare at me, and finger herself, during the time I spent under the Stim-U-Matic’s effects. My breasts also bounced every which way the whole time, which must have made it even more erotic. Since this thing left my hands free, I just played with my swaying tits, pulling and suckling on my nipples. It just made me more orgasmic. After an hour I wore out the batteries, so I had to stop. But Lolita had been so mesmerized, she had to try hers out! She got her Stim-U-Matic into place and turned it on. She enjoyed hers as much as I had, and now it was my turn to play with myself and watch. It wasn’t as much fun as using the mechanical sex toy had been, but it was fun nevertheless. When another hour had passed, her device, like mine, had drained all the power from its batteries. I removed the now worthless Stim-U-Matics, and placed them back into my drawer. "Got to remember to buy six AA batteries next week," I thought to myself.

After spending the whole weekend in just about every sexual situation possible for two people, we turned in about 10 o’clock. Even Roy and Lorenzo got a little action in; although we weren’t interested in male-male sex, we did jack each other off. I returned to my Roy form, and made extra-sure Lolita was female before we fell asleep in my bed.

Monday morning. It was time for me to work at Hooperman’s again. I asked Lolita if she was interested in selling ladies’ garments.

"Sure. Anything would beat that old ‘lay-on-your-back-and-get-laid’ job. It paid well, but I have all the money I need, and now that I’m living with you, I don’t need a high-paying job. Selling women’s clothes would be just fine."

When we arrived at the store, I introduced her to my co-workers. "This is my supervisor, Mary Hunter. She runs the store and this department, which is the flag ship of the store. This is Katherine O’Hara, the senior saleswoman on the floor. This is lovely thing is Yvette Hollister, who’s in charge of the cash register. And SHE," I scoffed, "is Gina Lombardo, head floor clerk and - well, let’s not get into that now. I’ve told all of these women my secret, so you can talk with them about Roda. But let’s not get into the details of last weekend. And I don’t think they’re ready for Lorenzo, or Roda’s movie career. I’m an assistant sales clerk. We’ve needed an assistant floor clerk for awhile, so why don’t you talk to Mary and Gina about that? I’m off to work. I hope you get the job, Lolita." Then I left for the break room.

I didn’t hear their conversation too clearly, so I can’t tell you everything that happened. But I do know some of the more important details of Lolita’s job interview. She spoke with Mary, who formally introduced her to the department employees. Mary insisted I meet Lolita, but she gently refused, adding that I was her boyfriend. Gee, that had a nice ring to it. And even though she’d only been aware of me for a weekend, I was certain she was the one for me. It was as if we’d known each other for our whole lives. When she spoke with Gina, it became obvious she wouldn’t like her any more than anyone else in the store. That was just as well, though. At least she learned about Gina’s temperament first-hand. After that, it was time for me to work. I left the break room and got behind the counter.

I won’t bore you with all the details of Lolita’s first week at work. She got along quite well with everyone except for that piddling Gina. She also had an extensive knowledge of women’s outfits; she seemed to have a sixth sense that could tell her when a Size 8 had been mislabeled "Size 6", or vice versa. She even started organizing the clothes by color, a revolutionary new concept that everyone on the floor was expected to follow. We spent Monday through Thursday evenings moving her stuff into our place; during our frequent car trips, Lolita and I discussed our lives, and we realized just how much we were meant for each other.

Friday was different. I explained to Lolita about our weekly orgies, and asked if she’d be willing to join.

"I don’t know, Roy. Are you sure it’s a good idea to have sex with women besides your girlfriend?"

"Don’t worry. You can come as Lolita or Lorenzo, take your pick. I know Roda will be there."

"Okay. I’m showing up as Lolita. But only because I don’t want you getting into trouble."

"Fine. Wait, there’s another question I wanted to ask you. Have you ever served time in jail for your sexual sales?"

"Of course, Roy. What hooker doesn’t?"

"Well, did you have any pals from the jail that you liked?"

"I never really cared for my cellmates, but there was this one guard. Her name was Sandy Green, she was about 35 years old, she had the loveliest figure I’ve ever seen on a woman her age, and I admired her as a big sister."

This must have been the reassuring guard Roda met in jail during her alternate reality. Just the woman I was hoping she’d think of. "Would you like to invite Sandy to our orgy, too? I’m sure the ladies will love her, as well. And both of you can bring whatever sex devices you want. We’ll have plenty of time, and plenty of us to go around."

"Okay. It doesn’t sound like the best way to enjoy a Friday night, but I’ll be there. I’ll be sure to invite Sandy, too."

"Great. Come to Yvette’s at 7 o’clock sharp. And dress loosely. You won’t be needing much clothing." I winked at her.

Lolita glared back at me, but quickly returned to work.

Friday afternoon, Lolita got a nasty experience in the lunchroom. As we all ate lunch (except Gina, who eats alone), she asked Mary what we’d brought for lunch. Mary replied, "Fish sticks." I shuddered as Lorenzo appeared for the first time in five days. Mary, Katherine, and Yvette could only stare at this new stranger sitting where Lolita had been.

"Who is this hunk? I’d love to go out with him!" Yvette screamed.

"And why is he sitting where Lolita was a few moments ago?" Mary asked.

"And why is he eating Lolita’s lunch? That’s not right!" Katherine remarked.

I sighed and told them about how Lolita now had the power to change genders, like I did. It felt like how their introduction to Roda had gone, but at least I knew what to expect. Then I told them, "Lorenzo can be turned back to Lolita by saying, ‘Hot dog.’" Lolita returned in a blink of an eye.

Katherine groaned. "Shall we bring back the ‘No Talking About Food’ sign?"

"Sure, why not? I’ll just have to glue it back together. I mean, after Roy stopped getting affected by the words, I didn’t think we’d need it anymore."

Looks like it was back to an awkward period at work. Anyway, when we went to Katherine’s house that night, I had two major surprises in store. Everybody showed up: Roda, Lolita, Katherine, Yvette, and Sandy. Lolita introduced Sandy to us. We took to her quickly; the five of us were becoming good friends. I brought five Stim-U-Matics, to get the evening started with a bang. All the batteries were worn out in an hour, and every lady thoroughly enjoyed the experience. I simply must congratulate the manufacturer on a job well done. Then Katherine broke out five strap-on dildos, which we all put on and used to hump each other. Sandy got the brilliant idea for us to form a circle and fuck each other; this lesbian daisy chain was a wonderful experience I’ll never forget. Next, Yvette took out two double-ended dildos, and we impaled ourselves on them. I held them in my hands as Yvette humped Sandy on the left one, and Katherine paired with Lolita on the right one. Since my hands were occupied, I just manipulated my boobs until my right nipple was in my mouth. I sucked until I came, and the others just rubbed against my hands and each other. It wasn’t that great, really, but it wasn’t bad either. Next time, though, maybe different ladies should hold up the dildos. Yvette just stared at me, and realized that my breasts were larger than the others’ combined. She decided I could become the center of attention for our next sex-fest. Sandy sucked at my left nipple, Yvette herself on the right one. Lolita fingered my pussy, and Katherine played with my clitoris. With so many free hands, I fingered Sandy with my left hand and Lolita with my right. Sandy rubbed Yvette’s crotch, while Yvette took on Katherine. It wasn’t easy, and I’m sure someone’s hand slipped at least once, but after about ten minutes, we all came. Now it was Lolita’s turn for a new sexual experience. She smiled and pulled out five dildos. These were different, though. In addition to all being 15 inches long and five inches wide, they all had little plastic scrotums attached, and a small hole near the tip. We each played with our dildos, and then discovered another difference: these actually squirted! It was amazing, there was no other word to describe it. The five of us shivered with ecstasy after we came, followed by our dildos. Lastly, Sandy broke out a new device. It looked something like a man’s crotch, but there were two dicks on it instead of the usual one. One was thinner than the other. She told us it was for a double penetration. To demonstrate, she put the thicker dick up her waiting cunt, and the thinner one penetrated her asshole. She used her hands to push them in and out of herself. This double stimulation clearly had an effect on her, and after a few minutes, she came again. The rest of us, one at a time, tried out this new gadget, with the same results. All in all, it had been a great evening, but it would’ve been better if the Stim-U-Matics hadn’t been broken out first. That experience was so good, it just soured the rest of the night for us. Not that cumming over and over wasn’t fun, mind you.

Then I heard the door ring. Sandy quickly got dressed, and got the front door. The others tried to put their clothes back on, but I told them to just sit and wait. My first major surprise had just arrived. I stood and smiled.

When Sandy opened the front door, she was taken aback to see a muscular, hulky man dressed in a skimpy policeman’s outfit outside. "Anybody ask for a Phillip Yerhoels?" he asked.

"I did!" I replied.

"Thanks, ma’am," he shouted back. Phil was escorted into the den, where he was shocked to see four naked ladies drenched in bodily juices and dried bodily juices from waist to knees. He recognized Katherine and Yvette from our first orgy, but the others were new to him. He pointed to me and asked, "So, you’re the one who hired me, eh?"

"Yes I am," I stated.

"I’ve never seen you before, but you look familiar. Have I ever seen you before?"

"Not that you’d remember," I slyly replied. It was true, after all. He’d seen me twice, once as a smaller-chested lady, once in an alternate reality he didn’t remember.

"No, wait, yes I have seen you before. You’re the star of ‘Roda the Sex Machine!’ That adult video of yours has sold out everywhere, and people can hardly wait for your next movie." Uh oh. The cat was out of the proverbial bag. I’d forgotten that the guys would surely recognize me from THAT, especially the six participants. The other women stared at me in surprise. Then Yvette spoke.

"I should have known, Roda. Your body looks just perfect for sex. Say, Roda, after we’re done here, could I talk to you about getting more work?"

"Alright, but not here. There’s ladies present," I chided her.

Well, to make a long story short, Sandy stripped as we watched Phil do his dance. It must have been tough for him to concentrate with five naked ladies egging him on. I paid him, then told him to take off his thong briefs.

"But I can’t. It’s illegal for a stripper to fully expose himself in Sonora County."

"That’s why I paid you, dummy! Now you’re off the clock, and anything else you do will be unpaid and at your discretion." Phil didn’t argue with that, and judging by the reaction on his face (and in his briefs!) I could tell he would do exactly what I wanted him to do. I was gonna enjoy this.

I told Phil to remove his thong in the bathroom. Then I had a little discussion with the ladies. "Since we now have a man, why don’t we make a little bet? Let him pleasure all five of us, and whoever gets the most satisfied reimburses me for Phil."

"That doesn’t sound very fair," Sandy inquired. "What if you win?"

"Then I host next week’s orgy."

"Okay," Katherine replied. "Tell Phil to come back in."

I did so. He was now completely naked, and his erection stood proudly for all of us to see. We told him to shag all five of us, one at a time. While he did so, any unoccupied lady just fondled herself, or maybe a friend. It took another hour for him to finish us all. Yvette was declared the winner, so she payed me for Phil. Considering how fun the evening had been, she was more than happy to do so. After taking on five women in one hour, iron-gonad-man Phil took his clothes with him into the bathroom. I’m sure he cleaned himself and got dressed in there, then he left. It was just the five of us again.

"So, Lolita and Sandy, would you like to do this again? We have these every Friday at 7, and we rotate hosting these events."

Lolita and Sandy gladly chimed in, "Sure!" The five of us cleaned our mess, got dressed, then agreed to meet at Sandy’s next week, now that she was the ‘new girl’. It was about 11:30 when we left. I took Lolita home with me; after all, we lived in the same house. After we got home, I turned into Roy again. I would need to be for my second major surprise.

I told Lolita to kneel on the floor. When she did, I took a small jewelry box from my pants pockets. I opened one, which held a golden ring with a 2-carat diamond. I placed it on the ring finger of a pleasantly surprised Lolita. "Lolita Parton Fairfax, will you marry me?"

"Of course I will!" she replied. "And now I have a surprise for you."

A surprise for me! Nothing could possibly top off this. She pulled out a second jewelry box, identical to the one I’d just opened. I figured this must be for Roda, so I pulled off another quick gender change. Then Lolita asked me, "Could you please turn me back into a man? And we should see Goddess tomorrow. I’d like a more convenient way to change forms."

I thought that was a good idea, so I played along. "Fish sticks," I uttered, as Lolita turned back into Lorenzo. He opened the second jewelry box, which contained a similar looking ring. He placed it on my ring finger, and asked, "Roda Dale Frink, will you marry ME?"

"Sure, Lorenzo. You’ve just made me the luckiest gal in the world!" I hugged him. Now the best part was about to come. My companion and I had two weddings to plan!

 

Chapter 8:           A Double Wedding

I was getting ready to marry the lady of my dreams, Lolita Fairfax. At the same time, Roda was getting ready to marry the man of her dreams, Lorenzo Fairfax, who also happened to be Lolita’s male form. My transformations were totally under control. Lolita, on the other hand, needed to hear a silly two-word phrase to change her gender. This wouldn’t do. I figured it was time to introduce Lolita to the lovely Goddess. The morning after our double proposal, I entered the living room with Lolita. "Goddess," I asked, "my companion wants more control over her form. Please help her."

Goddess quickly showed up in our living room. "Hello, Lolita. I know you want more control over your changes, like Roy has." After quickly rubbing her nipples, she added, "It is done. You only need concentrate on the form you want, and you shall be as you wish to be. You shall be able to change form at will, like Roy, except under one extraordinary circumstance. So long, and enjoy your wedding." In a flash, Goddess left. Lolita and I just stared at each other, dazed.

"Well, dear, you’d better test your new-found abilities. Try changing between Lolita and Lorenzo several times. It took me a little while, but I got used to it." Lolita just stood there, lost in thought. Within a few short moments, she became Lorenzo. Then Lorenzo closed his eyes and turned back into Lolita. After about a dozen more switches, Lolita just smiled at me. She had gotten this ability down pat. Pretty soon, we’d be able to have all sorts of sexual activity however we wanted it, and it wouldn’t take more than a moment for both of us to switch forms.

Lorenzo still needed to learn about being a man, however. That evening I taught him about men’s things. Actually, being a man was a lot easier than being a woman. All I really needed to teach Lorenzo was how to shave his beard. It took a few tries and several nicks, but he got it down pat. Even though he’d need aftershave, a men’s razor, and men’s deodorant, he basically had all he’d need to pass as a man. That much out of the way, we planned our weddings.

It took a lot of work, but we planned it for December. Everything went without a hitch. It was a small but elegant wedding, with about thirty guests personally chosen by me and Lolita. Since the bride’s family traditionally pays for the wedding, and both of us would be brides, we agreed the Frink and Fairfax families should split the difference. We explained about our unusual gender-bending roles to every guest who was not yet aware, so that they wouldn’t be weirded out over it, as well as explain why Roy and Roda, and Lolita and Lorenzo, couldn’t be in the room together. When Roy married Lolita, I called Frank to be the best man. Lolita’s father showed up to give her away. Yvette, Katherine, and Sandy were all bridesmaids. We decided Phil needed something, so we let him be the ring-bearer. The minister presided over the ceremony rather well. After the reception was over, the second ceremony began. Lolita and I quickly changed form. Since my dad was dead, I had Phil give Roda away. Aside from that, everybody had the same roles from the first wedding. It was just easier on us. Since we’d already had a reception, Lorenzo and I just whisked ourselves away for out honeymoon.

We arrived in our hotel room, now doubly bound to each other. She was my wife and my husband. I discovered, with a certain amount of interest, that our wedding rings also transformed with us. They stayed their diamond-cased selves when we were female, but changed into simple golden bands in our male forms. We signed the guest register as "Mr. and Mrs. Roda Del Frink". Now Roda would have to start calling herself Roda Dale Fairfax, while Lolita was about to go by Lolita Parton Frink. This new shared life was going to be an interesting experience.

Then I recalled Goddess’s instructions about our changing abilities. She said that, if we concentrated on the appropriate form, we would "be as we wished to be". A strange thought occurred to me: What if I didn’t want to be Roy or Roda? What if I wanted to be some combination of the two? Let’s just find out, shall be? After all, I don’t have anything to lose. Lorenzo watched me change from Roda form to something different. I now had Roda’s magnificent 100-inch breasts, but the crotch was all Roy’s. It worked. I was now a "she-male".

"Roy, what the hell did you just do?" Lorenzo asked me. He wasn’t so sure about this.

"Lorenzo, I just transformed into something different. Just concentrate on a male-female hybrid like this, and you can do it too."

"Okay, but I doubt it’ll work." Suddenly Lorenzo developed Lolita’s chest, but kept his penis fully intact. Now my spouse was also a she-male. This had some interesting possibilities. We fondled each other’s breasts, working up enough frenzy to ejaculate without touching our cocks. Then I got another experimental idea.

"Why don’t we try tittie-fucking each other? It should make for a different kind of thrill."

"That’s why I married you, Roy. You come up with all those twisted ideas," Lolita said. Then she giggled with girlish glee. We got into position, and placed our dicks between our cleavages. This sort of tittie-fuck 69 was a resounding success.

After that, I tried an idea inspired by the original Goddess story. I asked Lolita to return to her full female form with breasts as big as Roda’s, and she did. Then I just plain screwed her. My much larger breasts just rubbed against hers while I released my sperm into her waiting womb. The double pleasure I experienced was difficult to describe, but it was definitely good. Lolita clearly had fun with it, too. Now I wanted to try out something else. I asked Lolita, "You know we both wanted to know what life was like for a man, and what life was like for a woman. We’ve both experienced just about any kind of sexual pleasure available to both genders. But what if we tried being a man AND a woman?"

"You mean, like a hermaphrodite?"

"Exactly," I replied. It was a little tough to imagine a combination of Roy and Roda, but I did it, and within moments I had Roda’s breasts and pussy with Roy’s male organs. A couple minutes later, Lolita had Lorenzo’s full manhood on display with her usual sexual organs. P. T. Barnum would have paid us each a million dollars to show us off as circus freaks with these bodies.

These forms had nearly limitless possibilities, so we tried them all. I jacked off while Lolita fingered my pussy. The double orgasm felt a little strange, even more pleasurable than any orgasm I’d felt yet, but it was clearly worth experiencing again. Then I played with Lolita’s female organs while she fondled her manly ones. She, too, experienced that odd double orgasm she’d always treasure. Then we repeated our double tittie-fuck, licking each other’s vaginal lips in the process. As a grand finale, we fucked each other. This was the single greatest sexual experience of my life, as I released my load into Lolita at the same time hers shot into me. I doubt Shakespeare could have explained the strange but wondrous feeling going through my very being that moment, even if the Bard had been capable of experiencing it. We both knew there was no way the double fuck could be topped, so we decided to return to our "normal" forms of Roy and Lolita and had simple intercourse before calling it a night.

The following morning, Lolita and I decided we wanted to have sex as Roda and Lorenzo. I turned into Roda quickly, but Lolita couldn’t change. Something strange was going on. I thought she had the ability to change whenever she wanted. But then, I remembered what Goddess had said. We could change gender except under "one extraordinary circumstance." Lolita must have had that circumstance. But what was it? "Goddess, what’s going on here?"

Goddess showed in our hotel room. "Greetings, newlyweds. Are you wondering why Lolita cannot change into her male form?"

"Yes, Goddess. What went wrong?"

"Roda, you should have listened to my instructions. The two of you can change gender whenever you want, except for one extraordinary circumstance. And that extraordinary circumstance hit Lolita last night, just before you two fell asleep."

"And what was that?"

"She is pregnant. I cannot allow unborn babies to suffer complications because their mothers became male, so I have forbidden any changes during pregnancies. She will have to remain Lolita for the next nine months. You, Roda, may change whenever you want."

"Thanks, Goddess. But I have two questions to ask."

"Ask away, Roda."

"First, last night Lolita and I changed into forms which were neither male nor female. How is this possible?"

"You figured that out yourself, Roda. You shall appear as you wish to appear. If you want to have seventeen arms, four heads, green skin, five breasts, twelve nipples, and three penises, you shall. You merely need concentrate on such a form."

"No thanks, Goddess." The mere thought of such a monster turned my stomach. Lolita and I did have limits to our kinkiness. "But I want to know, what shall become of our child, and any more children we might have?"

"Roda, every time you and Lolita get pregnant, you shall have twins, a boy and a girl. These children shall start life normal, but after puberty, they will be able to change appearance like their parents. Whenever they get a companion, their new companion shall also acquire body-changing abilities. You and Lolita shall be most fortunate; you shall be the progenitors of a new race of gender-switchers who shall eventually take over the humanity. This is my true gift to Roy Del Frink."

"Thanks, Goddess. You’ve made this gal feel very special." My face blushed. I felt like I was Adam, and Lolita was Eve.

"Thank you for your loyal service. The universe beckons again, so I shall leave. Farewell, Roda and Lolita."

"So long," Lolita and I said in unison. We never saw Goddess again after that; we’d been told the divine plan, and we were a part of it. I spent most of the rest of the honeymoon as Roy, continuing to please my now-pregnant wife. Of course, we also did other activities, like playing tennis, and riding horseback. We discussed the possibility of exploring more outlandish demi-human forms, but decided to hold off until the kids we all born. After we got home, we continued to work for Hooperman’s during the day. At night and during weekends, I turned back into Roda. With Lolita’s help, we got jobs doing more porn videos. Roda’s second video, filmed two weeks after the honeymoon ended, was a repeat of her six-on-one titled "Roda Cums Again". Then I made a couple of lesbian videos with Lolita. Roda and Lolita proved quite popular; we were so hot, some people couldn’t understand how two happily married women could enjoy having sex so much! (Of course we were married to each other, but nobody would believe that.) After Lolita’s pregnancy got advanced, we stopped making the lezzy flicks, but she still found work making pregnant videos. Seems some guys get a lot of kicks watching a woman with a big fat pregnant belly get it on with a stud. Now it’s been a year since my initial encounter with Goddess. Lolita is six months pregnant, and she’s set to give birth in a few months. Lolita’s scheduled to make one last pregnant video in two months’ time. When the babies are born, we’ve decided to name them Phillip Francis Frink and Yvette Katherine Frink. Lolita has decided she wants to mirror my lifestyle after giving birth, being female by day and male at night and during weekends. Then I think Lorenzo should get Roda pregnant, Roda will make a few pregnant videos herself, and I’ll give birth to Roy Del Fairfax and Sandy Parton Fairfax. I think four gender-changing children should be enough to start the new race, especially with the four spouses coming aboard. Don’t you agree? And I welcome this future in which everyone will be able to change genders. Men and women will finally understand one another, and freaks of nature will be fully understood. In the meantime, Lolita and I will await our little bundles of joy who’ll help make this world a better place.

 

THE END

 

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