Woman and General

by Peter Joseph

 

1. Woman and General Insurance

 

On the long train journey, I had a strange experience: without being conscious of it, I was starting at a woman seated opposite. She put her book down, looked at me, and declared that I had 'a dirty mind'. I stammered an apology in response, and then gathered myself, saying that as a male I was programmed me to notice attractive women. She repeated her 'Dirty Mind' declaration, and picked up her bag and sat elsewhere.

I told this story to Carmel and Suzanne who were at the station to greet me and take me to the accommodation provided by Women & General - with whom I was to commence a career in Insurance. Suzanne and Carmel laughed heartily at this experience in the train; Suzanne then asked me what I was looking at. I told her that nothing in particular, but then she asked me what I remembered about the women. I said: "She was rather large in the chest." Suzanne, hit me on the arm and laughed again. "Misunderstanding, my boy, misunderstanding!"

Suzanne and Carmel were Associate Directors and therefore lived in the comfortable "Vestalate" apartments on the sixteenth floor of the WOMEN & GENERAL Towers. Their apartment was comfortable with cable TV, a large plasma screen in the living room and a well stocked fridge.

Suzanne presented me with some large fluffy slippers, so I could lounge around in comfort, and on this first night we had stir fry with wine and wine and wine and my new pillow greeted me as a long lost friend.

The Women & GENERAL induction was exhaustive, commencing with a breakfast engagement with Mr. George Wilson the president and CEO, followed by an extensive two day program with the company doctor. Dr Marjorie was concerned by the x-rays taken at my pre-selection medical. She told me I had a predilection to neck and back disorder and required me to commence a strict regime: intense diet, a program of exercises, daily urine dipstick and finger prick tests. She used this weird contraption to inject micro chips into various parts of my body, and then subjected me to a program of ultra sound manipulation to ensure the correct location of these micro chips. Interleaved with all of this, I underwent a program of induction to the insurance software used by Women & GENERAL and was provided a careful instruction into the peculiarity of company culture, dress code etc.

In my first three weeks I logged in with Suzanne and Carmel at 7.30am and did not get home until 8.00pm. We worked through the lunch break and ate breakfast and dinner in the company cafeteria. Women & GENERAL provided a specially prepared chilled diet supplement drink was delivered to my desk each hour, and although I felt hungry for raw meat, I felt well sated in that first couple of weeks.

I was issued with Company clothing which was a tidy unisex suit with men and women basically wearing the same cut of suit top and with women required to wear a skirt and the men having slacks bottom. We wore an off white rayon and cotton shirt with an open collar. It was a great relief not to have to wear a tie.

In the third week I began to work the computers full time. We worked in six pack modules where I was with Suzanne, Carmel and two other younger women. All were unstinting in their efforts to be kind and helpful. On our level there were twelve modules and I thought there was one other male down the other end, and I intended for reasons of solidarity to go down and introduce myself, but I must have been mistaken because when I got down there on Tuesday. I discovered that the 'John' I had read over his desk, was actually 'Joanne' and he was quite buxom and wearing a skirt.

Just about everyone on the floor came down to see 'the new guy' and were all smiling and amused that a man had joined the company. I found it awkward operating in this 'all women' environment. I preferred the more ribald company of men and the office decorations and décor was far too 'cute' and tidy for me.

During the afternoon of my first day in the office, Suzanne noticed that I was scratching and suffering from chest irritation. She rerouted my telephone calls so she and Carmel could escort me back to see Marjorie the company doctor.

Marjorie asked me to take off my shirt and carefully examined what I saw to be inflamed and swollen nipples. She apologized for the discomfort saying that it has been known that people on the special medication diet could have such a reaction. She told me that she had had several cases of this irritation in the few years. She applied soothing lavender lotion to my chest and arms which also had the effect of removing body hair and then she placed thick pads of ointment over each of my nipples and asked me to wear a kind of bra type garment to hold the pads in place. She told me not to be surprised if the swelling continued for a day or two but by perhaps Monday or Wednesday next week it should have returned normalcy. She also warned me that this bra type of garment tended to organize and form one's chest and give appearance of prepubescent breasts and that I should not worry about that. She showed Suzanne how the ointment was to be applied and instructed that it should be applied very carefully before and after work and each day and those special pills should be taken after each meal.

She suggested that I should come back on perhaps Wednesday afternoon so she could assess when the swelling would begin to abate.

I was very self conscious as I was led back to my desk after visiting the Doctor, I knew that the band across my back would be obviously and I felt strange to see the protrusions on my chest.

Just about everyone on my level was looking at me when I returned to my desk. Some were giggling and one of the girls passed the wry comment: "Cute little titties Pete." Others in the office came down to see me, to offer consolation at the embarrassment I faced.

The bra solved the problem of the irritation and Carmel applied the ointment religiously and with great dedication.

As soon as I came home that first night, Carmel had my slippers ready, and bid me to take to go to my room, take off my shirt and put on a half dressing gown, for the ointment session. The 'half dressing gown' was made out of dressing gown material, but I stepped into it, and then buttoned tight the band around my waist. I could see that the swelling had continued since my meeting with Dr Marjorie. It was strange to look down and see incipient breasts. Carmel applied the lotion, cleaned up and then proceeded to loosen the straps on bra so it was not as tight. She gave me a soft material blouses and we settled down with a glass of wine to watch a DVD.

It was rather unnerving the next morning; because Carmel and then Suzanne appeared appear topless for the ointment session. She said "we stopped walking around like this when you arrived, Pete. We did not want to embarrass you, but now in your current situation, we thought that being with us as we are, would allay your fears of the swelling. Besides, we are all in the same boat, or shall we say the same cup!"

Still for me it was an embarrassment and I tried not to stare at their breasts each morning, but it did ease any sensitivity because compared to Carmel's breasts mine were minuscule. However they had clearly grown during the night and were now protruding and substantial.

Each time the ointment was applied I noticed that the growth had increased. On Tuesday night, Carmel suggested a larger bra size was appropriate and suggested that she go with me for the visit with Dr Marjorie the next day.

She reiterated this suggestion on Wednesday morning because I waged that I was possibly bigger than many of the girls in the office. I was now wearing my suit coat all through the day, to prevent the swelling being obvious to all. But despite this, there was a regular procession of girls coming to my desk, for one invented reason of another, obviously to observe and monitor what was happening. I did not enjoy being the subject of amusement. And I did not enjoy the embarrassing moments: like in the Elevator when the boy says to his mother "that man's got titties!' and the mother responded: 'you talk too much, lesbians have a right to live!'

Despite my wearing the suit coast, I think it was noticed because the ladies of the office kept coming down to cheer me up and too my embarrassment tended to giggle at what was happening. I felt terrible for most of the time, and longed for this purgatory to end.

Thankfully Dr Marjorie was not amused, and had me lie on the couch and gave me another session of Ultra Sound and after a local anesthetic, gave me several injections to ease my discomfort and issued a new medicated lotion. She took a variety of measurements as well, thigh, inside leg, waist, chest, shoulders and promised to keep the charts up to date while the intense observation continued. She assured me that I would be comfortable with normality by Monday or Wednesday next week.

After work that night, Carmel sloshing the new lotion around and soiled the 'half dressing gown, and bid me to stand still as she slipped over my head a replacement navy blue dress over my head and dropped the dressing gown which she took to the washing machine

"Just wear this for tonight. I will have your normal gear back for you tomorrow."

I was not too impressed as she buttoned up the front of this dress. No guy enjoys wearing a woman's dress. But I did notice how well it fitted me, the material was soft and it was comfortable and I figured we were just going to sit around and watch a movie. So I went along with this arrangement and did not say anything.

"You look nice in this Pete. Do you notice how it fits in with your bra providing support, and yet it is nicely flared and gives you freedom of movement."

After the DVD had ended, Suzanne bid me to join with Carmel and creep down to the Vestalate dining room where there had been a Chocolate Forest cake and Champagne supper. After the rigor of the diet, I was happy enough to join them and was dressed as I was, hoped to avoid an encounter with the other girls. But such was not to my luck, for led my Joanne, dressed in white, they began to trickle in as I commenced sipping my champagne.

"Good on you Pete. Glad to see you relaxing in more suitable clothes.' Said Joanne – who I had thought was John! "I am so sorry you have that swelling problem" she said as loosened the top of my dress. "Oh you poor dear" she said, as she first looked at and then planted a gentle kiss on my left breast.

"This is tough for Pete. I think we have neglected and failed to give adequate support" She took her white ribbon band off and put it on my head, "Come, give this guy some support girls. Kiss away his trouble" Then one by one they came up and hugged me and gave me a kiss on the breast.

They were all hugging me, and Joanne said "My you look kind of nice, Pete. Let me put a bit of colour on your lips" and she did that and they all hugged me and said "let them Rock Pete" and to play along, I thrust out my chest and did a bit of a wobble for them. They went berserk in merriment

Carmel put her arms around me and fondled my tits "This is what the guys do, Pete! What do you think? Do you like it?" I told her that I did in fact like it and started to giggle and they all joined in having fun giving me the touch up!

While we had fun, I was steadily building in my anxiety and next day wore a coat over my suit and left it on all day and did that on Friday as well and this was difficult because I the office was inordinately hot and no one else was wearing more than the company issue shirt. Many of the girls in the office were concerned about me, thinking I must have been running a temperature.

On Friday morning, I noted that I was no longer minuscule compared with Carmel and I broke into tears when she again increased my cup size.

"I can't keep going like this Carmel" I said, and Suzanne felt the same, because mid morning she took me by the hand, and up to the apartment where she bid me to wear the dress I had worn the last couple of nights. She found half stockings and suitable shoes, and put on a smidgeon of colour as she led me back down to the office. No one looked at me in the elevator and all of a sudden I felt I blended and was not the freak. As soon as I was back in the desk, girls from all over the office came down and congratulated me for the change I had made. For the first time in days I did feel over hot and sweaty.

I must say I felt more comfortable working at the desk that afternoon. But the large soft bust continued to be a flabbergasting experience. I could not believe it, looking down on my own cleavage.

Straight after work, I ventured with Suzanne and Carmel to the ground floor company restaurant where there was a special dinner and a night of Country Music.

Somehow and in some way it was a night for Joanne, for she sat at the key table with Mr. Wilson and several of the directors. I was not too aware of what was going on, even when Joanne was cheered as she left. I remember two other Directors coming over to introduce themselves to me. "We will be with you next week Pete, and look forward to it" one said. I was enjoying the alcohol but did not take too much notice of what was said or what was going on, that is until one guy, obviously under the 'alcohfluence of in incohol' cupped my breasts, stared at me and said: "Oh my God, you are torturing me beyond my time!" I did not know what to say. I just started back at him, and with what must have been a silly bemused look, walked away.

They were mostly girls from work and we had a good laugh together and we planned to see a film on the Saturday and a walk in the Park on Sunday. I was pleased to get out of the Towers.

"It has been a tough week for you" said Suzanne. "Should be over by Wednesday or Thursday, and perhaps you should wear the regulation skirt to work so you do not feel out of place in the dining room, elevator etc. It is shorter and tighter than what you have worn tonight, but you will be less noticed if you conform to the dress code. Everyone understand what you are going through, so don't worry. I will organize something similar for the film tomorrow."

On the Sunday, Suzanne was a hoot and kept telling me that there was a bloke following wanting a 'slice of my cake!"

I wore the short skirt to work as the new week commenced, and Suzanne helped me again with a modicum of make up so I would blend and not be noticed in the elevators.

As I took my first telephone call, I was surprised that the timbre of my voice had softened and it occurred to me that with all that had happened I had not bothered to shave since perhaps last Wednesday. But I was distracted because the two girls brought along Jamie who was to join and complete our module.

I tried to be warm and welcoming to Jamie and he explained that this was his first time living in the city and he was so lucky to be able to share an apartment with his coworkers. I muttered something about it was good to have another bloke in the team, but needed to escape from that comment because it would not have made much sense to him in any case. I wondered how I would explain things to James as the week wore on when I hoped to resume as my normal self.

The day was busy and the phone rang ballistically as I handled one insurance issue after another.

I half saw that the girls had taken Jamie off somewhere and when he came back I noticed he was wearing a bra.

My saliva went cold and I just stood up, tapped Carmel and then Suzanne to follow me, and headed out of the module, out of the work floor to the elevator reception vestibule.

Suzanne and Carmel dutifully followed along but rather than halt in the foyer, pressed the button and took me in the elevator straight up to the CEO's office on the top floor.

"Welcome Pete" said George. "You look absolutely stunning. I knew we had a beauty there when first we met. I am so pleased to see you looking like this. Your breasts look superb. Turn around dear. Oh that little arse of yours gives me a ping just to look at it. Could you be free next Friday, I would love to take you out somewhere, a meal and then a show. Can I pencil that in the diary?"

"Yes but," I stammered completely incapable of handling the situation. "But, but, I don't understand what is going on."

Then Dr Marjorie came in rather breathless "Oh Pete, you are a doll. I gather you have figured it out. I am so pleased that the truth is out and we can begin to proceed normally!"

"But what has happened?" I asked. "You told me that it was temporary and that I could quickly go back to living normally!"

"All change is temporary, Pete. And change is the norm. Look at you my dear. You are absolutely stunning, your breasts, your hips, and your genitals will have largely changed by week's end. You must be pleased to see yourself as an amazing women rather than a non-descript male. But Pete, it is controlled change and the change continues as our chemicals are rescripts gender messages emitted by your body."

"Yes Pete" said Suzanne "We are all company girls, it happened to Carmel six months ago and to me a year and a half ago. It is a dreadful shock at first, but you can come to accept it and life is good. Often we get a special assignment and The CEO is always kind to the new girls and gives them a good time. We have just got to accept it and move on!"

I was rather speechless as I left the room. I heard George call out: "See you at 6.00pm on Friday, Pete. Prepare some nice clothes for her Suzanne, I want her to have a good weekend" and I was locked in my thoughts as I got back to my desk and put on the ear phones.

Thankfully there were the calls and they kept coming and in giving service to the customers, I was able to forget my troubles.

As we were packing up to leave, Jamie said: "It feels silly wearing this bra and I feel rather self conscious having these little breasts sticking out."

"Don't worry Jamie" I said "Dr Marjorie will have told you it is a temporary phenomenon and let say they are cutely prepubescent. Let me know if I can help, we are all sensitive to what you are going through, and want to make it easier for you."

 

 

2. Destiny's Rapprochement

 

I was depressed as I packed up for the day and headed back to the apartment. I had not idea how I was going to cope with this situation. As I entered, I saw Carmel and Susanne sitting on the floor, completely naked, drinking champagne. 'Strip if you want a drink, Pete" said Carmel. "No buts, this is our condition!"

"Well I could use a drink" I said, as complied.

"Undies too, Pete" said Carmel "We want to see how the squirrel juice has worked!"

I complied and sat on the floor hungrily sucking on my champagne and Carmel said

"It will take three months to consolidate, Pete" And she traced on her own body the changes I had yet to experience.

"Why did this have to happen?" I asked.

Suzanne said "There is a laptop on your pillow Pete and your username and password, and your contract as Associate Directorship of Women & General. The girls are going to induct you on Wednesday night. It is all quite easy really, the website tells you everything and one of the older girls will take you through it all starting tomorrow: the history, the way we do things, the database where you can learn of and report on your clients, and the WoGen protocols. Adjustment does not take long and it is really good fun. Why don't you leave that till later and just enjoy your drink now!"

"How have they done this" I asked. You have been imbibing some amazing potion this last two weeks Pete. You were given special implant chips and the bed you sleep on has a special 'electric field' to direct and intensify where body change needs to occur. It has been inexorable since your first medical Pete.

On Friday Mr. Wilson will offer you a special introduction as a 'WoGen Girl" and you will be joining us attending all sorts of special functions.

You have been specially screened before you were selected as a WoGen Girl. Private Investigations, everything! You will recall the special medicals you did and the elaborate questionnaire you completed. It is all designed to get people who can manage in and who fit the criteria for this role. Many applied for this wonderfully remunerative position, and so few of us have been selected. You assignment is for three years and Women & General are very reluctant to permit exceptions.

Now on your bed I have set out some other things Pete. You will need to do daily gym, you need to work on your make up personal presentation, and it is time to move to special glitzy underwear as well. From now on you will be wearing a WoGen Associate Director uniform, which is a more elegant and refined edition of the usual uniform.

"I think I need another champagne Carmel!"

"They select guys to be a WoGen Girls because guys don't get so bitchy, they are available 'no strings attached' and they come out of the role with less damage. You will be offering, shall we say 'comfort' on behalf of the company. Normal women are terrible about this, do what Monica did to Bill… You might invite a fellow up to see the city lights from the top floor bedrooms, and you see him the next day as if nothing had happened. None of this 'of course I will love you in the morning' nonsense! For us it is the 'devil tonight' and God's best for tomorrow!"

"I understand Pete, it is tough," said Suzanne. "I will move out of this apartment soon. You can have my room. I am to be doing more traveling from now on. When you have done three months together you may be invited to do an induction."

"But how have you adjusted to this, Carmel" I asked.

"With great difficulty" she said. "I am still very 'hot to trot' and almost demented for men's dicks; that is what all the chemicals do to you! When you arrived, I was sorely temped to tryst with you. 'Use it before he loses it" I told Suzanne, but she prevailed and told me I could do the ointment treatments each day. I nearly popped my panties as I did that. Perhaps you noticed!"

"I did not notice anything" I said. "I did not even notice that I have not needed to shave, or that I have had other body changes. I have only focused on my bouncing breasts."

"You will have a lot more to focus on there, too" said Suzanne. "You are going to be a big girl" she said laughing.

"So this is all to make me a 'fucking machine'. Made for comfort, Is that it?" I asked.

"You are putting it in the crudest fashion Pete" said Suzanne.

"Yes maybe I am. But am I right" I said.

"Essentially" said Suzanne.

"Poor Jamie, I should have warned him."

"The girls think he will be wearing a skirt by Wednesday. I think he will be okay," said Suzanne.

As it turned out, Jamie arrived for work the next day wearing the short skirt. He had impeccable make up and wobbled his breasts saying "Wow, aren't I a turn on! The girls gave me a bit of rubber to accentuate the swelling. Thought I would try it. Pete, why don't we stroll down and have MacDonalds together at lunch time?"

"Why not," I replied "I have been working through my lunch hour and need to get out and walk."

It was nice strolling along the pavement. Jamie said he wanted to ask a few things of a woman: "Would you mind?" he asked.

"Not at all," I replied.

"I figured things," he said. "You women have this unisex thing going. It all works to your advantage. You can wear a suit one day and a skirt the other day. You can dress masculine or feminine! Whatever, you always have tits, and tits destroy the ordinary bloke."

"Let us test it. Take the tray back to the counter. Stop in front of that 'all male table', turn when I call to you, and flick your cheek muscle. I bet someone pats you on the bot. If they do, give him a big smile. You will have conquered."

I did as directed, got my pat, gave the bit smile, and the guy asked me out. I said "meet you here again some time" and went back to where Jamie was smiling.

"Your Breasts are hot wired to his pants Pete. He did not have a chance!" Jamie said. "I don't think it is unisex, it just means the gal can meet on the guy's turf and thrust before him all he does not have, and all he wants to get his hands on. It is unfair advantage, I tell you."

Next day Jamie did not look so happy, "I do not need to wear the rubber today. Look at my tits. God! And when I put this dress on yesterday, it was tight at the waist and loose on the hips, now it is the opposite. This is a worry, I tell you."

The work kept us busy for the rest of the day, but I worried about Jamie a great deal

Next night, after the evening meal, Suzanne instructed me to wear white down to Vestalate Dining room, and there the senior girl came forward and pinned the badge on my lapel, pinned the chain and medal around my neck, and slipped the WoGen Ring on my finger. She gave a speech about the honour my selection and how I was obligated to work with the other girls, for it was in working together that we met company objectives and assured all of us the bonus that would flow our way. She then bid that we move away until Jamie was brought down for his WoGen first stage induction.

The Chocolate Forest cake and champagne were brought out and when Jamie was brought in, he was wearing a dark blue dress, and I went up to be with him. I could see that he was distressed, but I had to do what I was told, so I put my arms around him, put the ribbon on his head, gave him a big lipstick kiss on his left breasts, and whispered to him that I was doing all I could to help him. Jamie was a little drunk from the champagne and responded warmly as the girls each came forward to kiss his breasts. In fact he gave each one a little grope as they advanced on him – to the merriment of all. The whole occasion proved to be good fun for everyone – with the possible exception of me, for I had a growing apprehension of my participation in this plot against Jamie.

Next day Jamie came to work and you could see that he was really quite large. He was distressed so we went out for lunch again, and this time I took him to a nice restaurant.

"I think they have morphed me, Pete," he said. "I have not shaved for days, this is not swelling Pete, and I have a set of 'knockers'. My dick is retracting and my balls are regressing. I think I am fucked Pete. I am scared. I was laughing about it the other day, but it is scary. I get in the elevator, the guy look at my breasts, my hips, my legs, and when I passed the muster, I get a smile. I feel I am being sized up as a potential fuck. I have had the hand on the arse and some guy came up the other day and said 'tits like yours, madam, could force the honorable grope!'- I feel I am hunted Pete."

Yes I see what you are saying Jamie. You had better get up to see Dr. Marjorie"

"I don't want to be a woman Pete. Look at the way guys walk. See that guy there, he seems to walk along behind his prick. It is a brandishing! Women seem always to be protecting their cave, oscillating between 'come in and go way'. But predominantly it is 'reservation and fear', fear of the unwelcome intrusion. I hate these wobbly tits Pete. I have always been a 'great tits man' Pete, but mine are facing the wrong way. They do nothing for me. What does Women & General want of us Pete? Are we here to be fucked?"

"Big questions Jamie, I think you had better cool it. Maybe get the girls to take you to Dr Marjorie or perhaps Mr. Wilson. I can see why you worry. You are not just looking feminine Jamie. You look like a real knock out woman. If this continues, you are going to have every guy in the room want to get your knickers off."

"That is exactly what bothers me Pete" said Jamie. I hate it that guys size me up as a potential fuck! It happens all the time. As a guy you talk to another guy as a person. As a woman, they check your parts and assess you as a bed partner. I hate it!" said Jamie

When Jamie came back from his visit to the doctor, he looked very distraught. "I went up and saw Dr Marjorie and then Mr. Wilson. He put his hand on my arse, and offered to take me out in a week. I think he intends to fuck me Pete. Dr. Marjorie confirmed my worst wishes. I am stuffed Pete. Don't know what to do."

"We are in the same boat Jamie. I am just a week ahead of you. Suzanne tells me that Mr. Wilson claims first shaft of all new WoGen girls. I have to face up tomorrow night. There is not much we can do Jamie. They had us set from before we joined the company. We are in this for the three years, and we either 'go with the flow'. Or 'go down the gurgler drain!"

Suzanne was listening and came to my rescue. "Don't worry Jamie. It is a big of a shock at first, but we are so juiced up that our bodies are screaming for it. I found the thought hard to take at first, but when he first put his hand on me, I was screaming for it. I entertain business associates more than several times a week. I quite enjoy it. Sex is good, and it really does not matter which end of the dick you are on. It is a lovely feeling and we are spared all the messiness of relationship in this game. Believe me Jamie; you are on a good thing. When I get out of here I will have close to $1 Million. It is a small price for opening the legs and swallowing a bit of pride. Besides, Jamie, you are such lively person, I bet you will be the most active hump in the company."

Next Friday night, I was the guest of honour at the head table with Mr. Wilson and two Directors, one of whom I remember meeting a week earlier through the mists of alcohol. Jamie kept looking at me with great anxiety. Carmel and Suzanne looked immensely happy. And the guys opposite me were salivating as a dog does looking at a bone. My feeling was of estrangement, for I was not looking forward to being poked by Mr. Wilson, and did not know why these other guys were there for the meal. .

I was back with Suzanne and Carmel on Sunday night, and they were all anxious to know what had happened.

"Well I took the alcohol escape, Suzanne, while I was sitting at that table I was increasingly unnerved the way Mr. Wilson was covetously looking at me. Then when I saw the other two with the same leery look, I was very anxious. But back in the flat, Mr. Wilson, looked at me and said 'now is your time, Pete' and led me away by the hand."

"Oh My God, it would take some description" I said. "But the old letcher knew his stuff, and I was begging for it for ages before I felt the first thrust. When he had done his thing, I was wanting more and more, and went to work on him with some desperation. After the second time, he got out of bed and made way another director, who I similarly exhausted and then the third and they were threatening to order a pizza man or anyone to requite me."

"I was equally voracious in I the morning, and they called in two other directors in to share the work load!"

"I don't know what came over me, but I was just as eager when they had nary a spit between them. I never knew I could be like that!"

Marjorie came in to interrupt my story; she began by offering her apologies for miscalculation of the medications. "I heard Mr. Wilson had had to lock himself in a room for protection!" said Marjorie

"Don't worry" I said, "sometimes the letcher has to pay the price.

"You don't understand at all" Marjorie said, "Mr. Wilson is no letcher, in fact he is the opposite. Because of sour experience with lechers he changed to become a woman. This whole company has been developed to oppose lechery; and he only morphs so women are spared the lechery of males."

"Now I understand you three girls are required down in the restaurant. Apparently there are some fellows from a collection agency who need some support!"

'We are on our way" I said.

  

  

  

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