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Dana by Laura Leigh Part One
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Dana
by Laura Leigh
Part One
Introduction
He had his mother's eyes.
The man straightened his tie, looking into the parlor mirror of the
wonderful old house. The room's decor was immaculate and very
expensive, reflecting the immense wealth of its owner. Three stories in
height, with the upper two floors comprised almost entirely of fourteen
bedrooms, the ornate mansion was one of the most beautiful homes in the
country.
It was also the most successful and most expensive brothel in
Nevada. R un by a woman in her fifties, it had developed a
well-deserved reputation for having the most talented 'ladies' to be
found anywhere. The sexual expertise of its girls was the stuff of
which legends are made; every one of them was young and exceptionally
beautiful, and all had the peculiar ability to induce in a man the most
intense orgasm he had ever experienced. Some said it was something in
the water that made these girls so sexually adept, but most did not
care. They just kept coming back.
The brothel was especially noted for being totally risk-free; every
patr on had to pass a rigorous test for sexually transmitted diseases
before being allowed to become a client. The house was medically clean.
And no condoms were required, here -- all of the ladies meticulously
maintained a highly- secret program of birth control that had always
yielded perfect results. None had ever become pregnant, and sex within
the walls of each bedroom had always been skin on skin, with nothing to
come between man and woman.
The man, Dana, thought about the sex he had just had upstairs. The
girl had been gorgeous, her sexual talents amazing. What was so special
about this brothel's 'ladies?' From her blond hair to her voluptuous
figure, his lady had been flawlessly attractive to him.
Dana was a salesman who usually spent months at a time on the road.
Thi s trip, he had been promised a huge contract by one of the largest
farm equipment users in the country. But after driving nearly two
thousand miles the deal had gone south and he was returning home empty
handed. He feared for his job, which company history showed would be on
shaky ground.
He had always been something of a chauvinist, with a history of
using women for his own pleasure with little regard for their feelings.
Since these girls seemingly lived to serve men, Dana felt that he owed
himself the intense pleasure of a night in this place, despite the fact
that he could not pay the tremendous price charged by the madam --
fifteen hundred dollars a night, minimum.
The elegant madam walked up and opened a ledger book on the
welcoming counter. "Thank you for visiting us, sir. Please come again.
Your bill will be the minimum, today."
"I'll take care of it next time through," Dana said, hopefully.
"All payment is due at the time that services are rendered," she
said firmly. "Will that be cash or discreet charge?"
"I can't pay right now. I'll take care of it later, I promise."
"You must pay now. Please don't make me resort to other means of
extracting payment."
"Sorry. I can't. I don't have it."
"This debt will be paid. Today."
He moved toward the front door. Nothing was stopping him from just
leaving. "I'll mail you a cashier's check in a week or so. I'm sorry."
Dana stepped down off the porch and began across the driveway
toward the spot where his car was parked. That was as far as he got.
Intense dizziness slammed into him. His vision broke into a flash
of sparkle. He felt a momentary sensation of falling, then nothing.
Part Two
Transformation
Dana began to awaken as the limbo within which he had been trapped
slowl y released its hold on him. He thought he heard the distant sound
of a door latching closed.
He opened his eyes, looking straight upward, unable to see clearly.
His senses were bogged down in a mire of swirling nothingness, his body
unresponsive. His mind was sluggish, his reason unreliable. As his
thoughts and vision slowly began to sharpen, he came to realize with
some certainty that he was in bed. A distinctive chandelier hung dark
and still above him, and he thought he recognized it as one that he had
seen within the brothel. The room's only light, dim as it was, came
from somewhere else.
Dana closed his eyes again and struggled to think. He vaguely
remembere d the brothel, but remembered nothing of the madam or of his
disagreement with her. Nor was he aware any longer of the business trip
from which he had been returning. His memory was disjointed and only
partial.
He was lying on his back on a soft and very comfortable mattress.
He ha d fallen on his way to his car -- he seemed to remember that much
-- and someone had apparently brought him inside. How long had he been
here? The darkness in the room spoke of night.
Dana drew his right arm in from the widespread position it had been
resting in. It touched the side of his thigh and found only skin there.
I'm naked -- where are my clothes?
He caught the fragrance of a distinctly feminine perfume, one that
hung in the air as if a girl of unearthly beauty had floated through
the room only moments before. Aroused in his clouded mind, he soaked it
in, trying to form a mental picture of the woman who had been wearing
it.
Dana was nearing full consciousness. He pulled his hand up toward
his face, and in doing so brushed his wrist against his chest. It
tickled his right nipple, which seemed more sensitive than usual.
Should have cleared it by a couple of inches, he thought --
He once more opened his stubborn eyes. They focused slowly,
straining in the dim light to reveal the feminine, French decor around
him. Above him he made out the delicate fabric of a lace canopy. The
room's only light source drew his attention; looking aside, he saw a
single candle burning on the bedside table, throwing its warm, meager
light upon the rest of the room.
He swung his legs to the side of the canopy bed in an attempt to
sit up, but dizziness overtook him and an odd weight threw him off
balance. His sudden motion caused the candle to flicker as the still
air was disturbed. After his arm slipped from beneath him and he fell
back onto the mattress, Dana stopped to breathe deeply, trying to
cleanse his mind and awaken fully. Each breath felt odd, as if there
were a weight against his chest.
He felt drugged, but as he lay still for a few moments the
dizziness stubbornly began to subside. Trying again, Dana managed to
get his left arm under him and successfully sat up, still light-headed,
and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He sat there for a moment,
eyes closed and breathing slowly, accepting the minor victory as a major
accomplishment. His upper arms felt odd against his sides, as if some
strange, painless swelling beneath his underarms was keeping his arms
from lying as flat against him as they usually did.
Dana's head finally cleared, allowing him to notice that a weight
pulled constantly and evenly against the entirety of his chest. It was
something he had never felt before. Unsure of what to expect, Dana
opened his eyes and looked down. Even in the warm, dim, flickering
light, one glance was enough.
What he saw was the one thing his rational mind would not let him
believ e. Dana's reason shut down into a state of total confusion. His
eyes, filled with the impossible sight, could only stare.
Protruding softly and dramatically from his suddenly smooth,
hairless chest were full, feminine breasts, majestic in proportion and
youthfully firm. They were more magnificent than any Dana had ever
personally seen on a woman, and larger than most of the ones he had seen
displayed in the centerfolds of men's magazines. Their rare, colossal
magnitude was such that their full spread was even wider than his small,
newly-feminine ribcage -- anyone seeing Dana, naked and arms spread
wide, from squarely behind would easily see the rounded outer contours
of both breasts at once. Despite their great size, they did not sag but
held themselves proudly up and outward as if supported by an unseen bra.
They were silken and sensuous, as such a bust should have been, with a
dewy sheen that played in the candlelight. At the tips of his breasts,
Dana saw that his areolas and nipples had blossomed to full, functional
proportions and had become much darker in color.
His hands instinctively gripped the impossible mammaries as if to
prove that they were an illusion, without substance. No sooner had his
fingers gripped his breasts than Dana saw that his hands, too, were no
longer his own. They had become much smaller and delicately feminine.
His suddenly- glamourous fingernails were nearly two inches long, strong
and perfectly manicured, and they shone in the room's meager light with
a hard, deep burgundy gloss.
He looked at them carefully. They were his real nails, not merely
sculptured nail tips, and were thick, healthy and very strong. He
doubted he could break a nail if he wanted to, now. What the hell -- ?
How long was I out? How did I get these -- ?
Continuing to clutch his unbelievable bustline, Dana found that its
softness filled his palms with the same yielding, fleshy sensation he
had so often felt while squeezing the breasts of the many women with
whom he had had sex. His mind was flooded not only with sensation from
his hands as they held the soft, rounded mounds, but for the first time
Dana knew the feel of having supple hands upon the warmth of one's own
womanly breasts. He lifted them upward from underneath, feeling their
full, amazing weight in his palms.
"Damn!" he began, astonished. "Must be ten pounds apiece! I've
got...I've got world-class tits!"
As if it mattered now, Dana realized that the erotic, feminine
perfume h e had enjoyed was his own.
Deeply confused and disoriented, he leapt to his feet. His full,
animat e tits danced as he suddenly stood, and their jiggling weight
created an indescribable sensation as they continued to tug playfully
against his chest. He lost his balance and had to steady himself
against a post of the lacy canopy bed upon which he had lain. He looked
down in denial upon his sudden feminine bounty and chose to disbelieve
his eyes.
"I'm dreaming!" he insisted. "Gotta be..."
Dana wondered what other 'imaginary' changes had been done to his
body. He began an inventory of sorts.
The first thing that struck him was that all of his
previously-heavy bod y hair was gone, leaving skin of supple silk in its
place. The warm light of the candle played slickly upon his toned flesh
as he moved, examining his form overall.
Afraid, he looked down through the narrow cleavage between his
luscious breasts and saw the small area of his stomach that was not
eclipsed from view. His lower abdomen was flat and totally bare, and
beyond that, below his waist, nothing protruded -- though something
once had.
He reached down, wishing hard that he would find his familiar
penis. As his fingertips apprehensively slid through the sparse tangle
of curly hair just above his crotch, Dana paused out of fear of what he
might find just below. He had much less pubic hair now, just like a
woman -- he could feel that. Taking a deep breath and gathering his
courage, Dana forced his hand downward.
He screamed inside when his fingers discovered a gentle, new
configurati on of flesh there. He had felt it before, but never as part
of his own body. There was a warm, moist place between his legs, one
well familiar to half the population.
The other half.
He had a perfect, young vagina.
This was a dream. A bad one. Dana looked up and saw that a large,
orna te mirror was mounted to the room's dresser. At his angle he could
see nothing, not yet. He did not want to see himself there, fearful of
what he knew must await his eyes. But, knowing that answers lay only
there, he forced his paralyzed body closer to the glass and took a deep
breath. He moved in front of it, eyes closed, and paused a minute to
gather his courage before facing the image.
Another deep breath, and he opened his eyes. Dana found a
reflection. Someone else's.
He did not see the thirty-five year old man he knew himself to be.
Ther e in the glass, bathed in the dim, golden light, was a gorgeous
young woman of at most twenty-four years of age.
Dana jumped back, falling against the edge of the bed as he lost
his footing. He was in emotional shock, seeing and feeling a body not
his own. For a moment he sat there on the foot of the bed, struggling in
vain to make some sense of his situation.
Looking down, Dana once again saw an owner's view of ample breasts
and silken thighs. In utter disbelief, he rose anew and, with dread and
determination, took position fully before the mirror.
Every whisper of his existence had become utterly feminine.
She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. His mind fought
to correlate the vision of female perfection with his self-identity and
failed miserably. The sight of her made something inside him grow
aroused. His body responded as part of it grew and became firm --
But it was not his cock that became erect, for that was gone.
Looking down, Dana saw that his large, pronounced nipples had become
hard. He felt an odd stirring within his groin, a strange, sexual itch
he had never felt before. Dana did not realize it, but his vagina was
growing excited and wet.
"What the hell...?" he said aloud. At the sound of the words, he
almost turned, startled, to see the woman who had entered the room.
Then, he felt foolish -- the incredibly sexy, feminine voice he had
hear d had been his own. "Hello..." he said, testing, watching himself
in the mirror. Female music again filled his ears as it resonated
within him and floated from his lips.
He picked up the bedside candle and used it to light a wall
candelabra near the mirror. As its brighter light played against his
flesh, Dana stared at the full, voluptuous figure of the woman in the
mirror. His dark eyes were wide with fascination and disbelief, and
they sparkled with a beautiful, crystalline purity. A glint of his
former self seemed to peer out through his lovely new eyes, but it was
the only remaining sign of the man he had once been. His thinning hair,
once a vain concern of his, had been replaced with a lush, incredibly
dense and long forest of gorgeous, shiny hair of dark, golden brown.
That in itself was certainly desirable, but becoming a woman, however
beautiful, was a high prfantastic situation. There was none, leaving
little to do but ride the dream out. Any moment, he would wake up and
be in his own bed, the same man he had always been. Until then, he
resolved to make the best of all this and try to have fun with it.
Curiosity began to swell within Dana. In amazed disbelief, his
fingers began to explore the new center of his physical sexuality. As
they again found his sudden vagina, his own gentle touch caused him to
inhale sharply. His touch sent unfamot where, on every woman he had ever
laid, a deepness began.
The finger disappeared into him. He felt it inside.
"Okay, Dana," he thought aloud, his mind confused, his finger
inside him , desperately trying to sort things out. "You're dreaming
that you've got tits and a pussy...that doesn't make you gay." He sat
there, growing more unsure of his sexuality. "Just...just go with it
and see what happens."
More fascinated and curious than horrified, Dana continued to
explore th e new contours of his now-womanly crotch. The stimulation
felt good, considering it was all a dream, and Dana wondered if the same
act in reality would feel the same way to a real woman. The
slipperiness and softness of the flesh just within his vulva was
incredible. And it felt so good --
After using it to repeatedly penetrate his vagina and massage his
clitoris, Dana pulled his middle finger with its long, polished nail
away from his pussy and held it near his nose. He found on it the same
arousing, fishy scent he had always found between the legs of other
women. He sucked the finger. He knew the taste.
If it feels like a pussy, and smells like a pussy, and tastes like a
pussy...
I have a pussy! Damn, this dream seems real!
He stood up and lifted his right foot, bringing it to rest upon the
bed in order to get a closer look at his long, lovely legs. A ribbon
of reflected candlelight flowed down the youthful skin of his thighs and
calves, creating a sexy gloss that emphasized his feminine lines. His
toenails, polished in burgundy to match his fingernails, seemed
perfectly suited for gracing both his sensuous legs and the feet that
lay beyond his slender ankles. He ran his palm along the back of his
calf and down his shin, and found only silkiness with no trace of hair
or razor stubble. Dana then ran his hands along the sides of his
luxuriously curved figure from bustline to thigh and back again,
wondering at the classic, almost unattainable narrowness of his new
waistline and the flowing way in which his bust, waist, and hips formed
a sensuous whole. His small waist and soft, narrow shoulders made his
breasts seem that much larger. He estimated his measurements at
42-24-36.
His body was soft and yielding, so as to melt into the hard embrace
of a strong man. The thought was exciting --
I look like a Barbie doll, he realized. One with dark hair and
Dolly Parton's tits. He intentionally bounced up and down a bit,
watching his huge breasts as they responded in kind. Their gelatinous
motion was an insistent, constant reminder of his sudden womanhood.
Dana had the fully- developed breasts of a voluptuous woman, yet he had
not had a girl's puberty during which to slowly develop them and become
used to their weight and feel. They felt so odd -- yet, somehow, they
made him feel whole.
He cradled a breast in each hand, feeling their weight, enjoying
their definitive womanliness, despite himself. Their football-shaped
forms youthfully jutted outward without laying upon his abdomen,
protruding firmly and supporting their own supple mass, somehow without
the use of a bra. His cleavage was a valley of warm velvet that was
deep and dramatically bordered by the luxurious mountains on either
side. Gripping the underside of a breast in each hand, he massaged them
together and wondered at the fact that he was feeling the lovely new
additions to his body slide flesh-on-flesh against each other. He
easily rubbed his nipples together, an act which had, of course, been
impossible for him before. The sensation was utterly erotic, and for a
moment Dana imagined having a slippery cock buried within his cleavage,
with the organ sliding back and forth as he pressed his breasts together
in a lustful titty-fuck.
Dana was really enjoying his new body and its wondrous contours,
but he convinced himself he was merely lusting after his own image as he
would after any such woman.
The truth was, he was enjoying being the girl in the mirror.
Dana hated to admit it but, compared to his appearance as a man, he
had become so much more attractive that the change was a definite step
up for him. As a man, Dana had been ranked, at best, a six. As a
woman, he rated far above ten. Part of him felt sorry that this was
only a dream.
It was the first time he had ever dreamed he was female, and Dana
was loving it. He accepted the apparent fact that he was not the macho,
purely heterosexual man he had always thought himself to be. Whether he
was latently gay or transsexual he did not know, but he knew he found
femininity pleasant and even exciting.
He watched the intoxicatingly sexual girl in the mirror as she
perfectly echoed his every movement. Animating her, Dana playfully and
teasingly leaned forward until his huge breasts hung invitingly before
him, jiggling and luscious. "Ooooh...do it now, Dana," he said
breathily and beggingly, reaching back to spread his buttocks wide.
"Fuck me now...right here...let me feel you sticking your cock into
me...no one will know...I locked the door..."
He was imitating a girl who, along with Dana, had been a sales
clerk at a Vermont shopping mall shoe store. Her name was Laura, and
at the time she was the sexiest girl he had ever seen. Their
relationship had quickly become rather intense, for it consisted largely
of creative and often risky sex.
"I feel you inside me, Dana," the bent-over woman in the mirror
continue d, responding to the entry of an unseen cock and the merciless
pounding of her phantom lover. He gripped his swinging breasts, their
supple mass easily overflowing his feminine hands as he gently and
rhythmically squeezed. His long nails dug lightly into the softness of
the womanly tissue. His nipples nestled like velvet against his palms.
Dana was re-enacting an incident from the year before, when he had
indee d screwed Laura from behind right there in the back room of the
store, during a weekend sales rush, with the store manager knocking
outside. Knowing the man was there, impatiently waiting for the door to
be unlocked, had made their lovemaking that much more exciting. Now, he
saw himself in the same, passive, ass-in-the-air position that Laura had
been in that day. But seeing his new self in that same pose, with those
same words coming out of his own sexy lips made his girlfriend seem
almost boyish by comparison.
"It's so big, Dana..." he acted. "Ooooh...oh, yes...fuck me,
Dana...harder...harder...faster..." He felt himself growing aroused in
an odd, new way. His nipples got hard once more. His pussy got
seriously hot and very wet, craving the entry of its male counterpart.
Dana, still bent over at the waist with legs spread, reached back
betwee n his legs and instinctively began to finger his blazing,
dripping pussy. His right tit bounced against his upper arm as he
massaged his clitoris. The slippery wetness dripping from his tingling
vulva drenched his fingertips as he rubbed his own clit, just as he had
rubbed those of his lovers for years. As Dana continued to masturbate,
the wet sound that filled his pierced ears punctuated the incredible
sensation he was feeling, exciting his pussy beyond control. With his
left hand, he had to support himself against the bedpost as a fire
flared to life within his abdomen, a flame that felt so good that he
could not stop.
Ohhhh -- it feels so good --
He felt his legs grow shaky as his masturbation reached a fever
pitch. His breathing became sharper, louder, more rhythmic. As he
continued to finger his pussy, Dana realized that a woman's lustful moan
was sounding in his throat. The inferno within his female abdomen
suddenly swelled, rising fiercely, until it could no longer be
contained. Truly imagining himself as Laura, a woman's cry of extreme
sexual ecstasy poured from his burgundy lips --
"I...MY...MY PUSSY! FUCK MY...MY...OOOOOOOOOH!"
An intense pleasure greater than any he had ever known exploded
into eve ry part of his female flesh. A sparkle filled his clenched
eyes as if he were blacking out. Dana cried out sharply, his high,
feminine squeal filling his ears as the electric orgasm overloaded his
nerves. For the first time ever, Dana knew pleasure in its purest
physical form.
He knew a woman's orgasm.
He sensation was beyond the male imagination. Dana was filled,
consummated, complete -- for the first time.
"Ooooooooh...oooooooh...ooooooh..." he moaned s loose T-shirt or
nightgown.
Shortly thereafter, when his breasts had reached the size of
Laura's and were far too large to be hidden any more, Joey happily began
to wear the bras he needed and dressed and lived as a girl every minute
of the day. He had little choice -- by then, he had also developed
overall body measurements nearly identical to Laura's, giving him a
curvaceous figure that allowed him to share all of his sister's clothes.
Tucked into Laura's shiny, black string bikini, he looked sexy and
natur al coated in suntan oil as he lounged next to the swimming pool of
the apartment complex. Watching from the window as the boys gawked
lustfully at Joey's glistening, feminine form, Laura knew her brother
was utterly committed for life to his chosen gender. There was no going
back. Joey could never again pass for a boy. Ever.
Laura often took her 'sister' shopping at malls in other cities,
where n o one Laura knew could ask questions and the two of them could
enjoy the day doing the things young girls do. Laura had told Dana of
one day when she had taken Joey to 'Glamour Shots,' where, after
selecting suitable jewelry and a pretty hat and top, the unsuspecting
photographer had taken a series of lovely, soft-focus portraits of the
'girl.' Laura still had some of them framed on her wall.
Finally, upon Joey's twenty-first birthday, Laura had used several
thousand dollars from her trust fund to give him 'the operation' as a
birthday gift. A new woman, Joanna lived with Laura until meeting and
moving in with the man she would marry some two years later.
Surely, Laura will accept me this way, Dana thought. She'll want
to spe nd hours dressing me in her clothes, treating me like the human
Barbie doll I am. Dana called up a mental image of himself once again
in bed with Laura, but rather than being her male lover he visualized
himself with her as one of two girls servicing another man. He knew
that the sexually imaginative Laura, most likely, would barely be able
to wait to arrange sessions of three-way sex involving Dana, herself,
and whatever willing man she could find. One thing was for sure -- she
could teach him every facet of the fine art of being a woman, and he
knew he needed a good coach.
Dana felt an odd calmness sweep through him. He saw his luscious
new bo dy with a new eye, one fully accepting of the reality of his
situation. Suddenly, he felt no panic, no alarm at being a woman.
Taking a deep breath, he even welcomed life as a woman -- and decided
that if he was to be a woman he would enjoy it.
A new mind took him. As womanhood had claimed his body, so now had
it claimed his identity.
Dana picked up a black, see-through teddy that was lying atop the
dresse r. He slipped it on, feeling its airy nothingness as it slid over
his breasts and hung upon his body. The feel of the weightless,
delicate nylon upon his soft form was -- nice. The teddy hung to his
hips and concealed nothing, for concealment was not its purpose. It
served only to accentuate the extreme femininity of his form, and his
dark areolas and erect nipples were obvious beneath the lingerie's
flimsy black sheerness.
The significance of where he was finally impacted upon Dana. The
room w as one of several used by the girls of the brothel for the
'entertainment' of paying gentlemen. Adding to that the fact that Dana
had been given a full makeover, and that his hair, makeup and nails were
impeccably done to feminine perfection --
He understood. His face had been made up and his nails and hair
done fo r a reason. Dana was now to be a lady of the evening, however
involuntarily. That this was not a dream was incredible; that he was
meant to let men have sex with him, and that they would all sexually
penetrate and come inside him, was overwhelming.
So that's it, he realized. Since I didn't pay my bill, I have to
work o ff my debt as one of the girls. Somehow, the madam 'arranged'
all of this, and working for her naturally meant having to be a gorgeous
woman.
He saw no reason to doubt that he had all the same sexual plumbing
found in any woman, nor did he doubt that he was fertile. For the first
time in his life he began to worry about getting pregnant, and being
able to get pregnant meant that he would have a monthly period to
contend with, just like all the other girls.
After a few minutes, it dawned upon Dana that as one of the
brothel's girls he would already have been put on whatever birth control
it was that the madam employed. He breathed a little easier.
I wonder how many of the lovely young things in this place are
former me n working off a debt? Was the gorgeous blond I fucked
tonight, in reality, someone's former husband or brother?
Dana realized with a mixture of fascination and amazement that the
total knowledge of how to utterly please a man in bed had become his.
Though he had never had sex with a man, Dana knew perfectly every
technique for sucking a cock, riding a cock, and using his new vaginal
muscles to rhythmically grip a cock as it penetrated him, whether from
atop or from behind.
And, Dana knew, I want to do it! More than anything, I want to
have sex with men! And, somehow, Dana remembered the taste of having an
erect penis in his mouth. The taste of semen --
His self-control was waning. Dana knew that he could not just sit
in th e room, waiting for someone -- someone expecting sex -- to enter,
for once that happened his discipline would crumble. Dana's new,
intensely female sexual urges would take over and he would live the rest
of his life -- joyfully -- as a willing sexual slave, one of the madam's
'ladies.' His immediate need was for escape.
I have to get out of here -- before I no longer want to get out of
here!
Part Three
Getting Dressed
Dana walked to the window, his breasts bouncing fluidly beneath his
tedd y with each step. This is so wild! he wanted to shout. The woman
peeked through a part in the lacy curtain and discovered that he was, as
he expected, in an upstairs bedroom. His view was one overlooking the
parking lot, but he could not locate his car. He knew he had to get
out of the house and find Laura, but he also knew he could not walk
around dressed as nearly naked as he was.
Turning away from the window, his eyes fell once more upon the room's
lacy, canopy bed. It looks so comfortable. More each moment, Dana
desired womanhood to its vaginal fullest. He wanted to lie nude and
oiled on that oh-so-soft mattress, seductively, waiting for a man to
enter --
Just once -- just so I'll know how it feels. I'll let just one man
fuck me, and after I know how it feels I'll make a break for it --
No! Dana, his heartbeat rapid, fought to shake the thought and
began to search the room for some kind of clothing.
The room's dresser drawers and closet contained, of course, only
women's things. Revealing ones, at that, suited for the sex games
customers would ask for. After his preliminary search, Dana realized
that, by habit, he had been searching for men's clothes. Stupid! Like
they'd fit me now! Indeed, had they fit at all it would only have been
in a comically cute fashion, as if he were a wife trying on her
husband's too-big clothes.
Dana made peace with the fact that for the rest of his life he
would hav e to wear ladies' clothing and lingerie. He wondered what his
dress size was.
As he pulled off the teddy, his jiggling breasts demanded his
attention like jealous children. Having them was so exciting and
comforting that Dana wondered how he had ever lived without them.
Considering their immensity once more, he happily knew he had acquired
a clothing necessity he had never had before.
I need a bra --
Dana wondered what his cup size was and knew that, whatever it was,
it w as something incredible. Checking the dresser, he found that one
drawer held an imaginative assortment of bras and other sexy
foundations, which were made from everything from leather to rubber to
lace. The sexy girl within him nudged him without words into picking up
a strapless, black satin and lace 'merry widow' rather than a simple
bra, and a test fit of its soft, lace-edged cups proved that they were
just large enough to properly support and nestle comfortably against his
breasts. Whichever girl normally used the room was apparently equally
well-endowed. Dana tried to think of which of the ladies that would
have been, narrowing the field to two.
Dana pulled its sleek black form around his waist andrror, her
beauty astonished him. His long, silky legs were gorgeous. The black
dress with its crotch-level hemline somehow made his body even more
seductive than it had been naked; he could barely believe that such an
incredible creature could have been formed out of the sow's ear he had
been before. Dana noticed for the first time that he was now
considerably shorter than before his transformation. He had been six
feet-one inch as a man, but seemed to have become about five-ten with
his transformation. Five inches of that was in the heels he wore, he
realized, leaving him at the more feminine barefooted height of
five-five.
Every square inch of the ravishing creature in the mirror
positively dripped raw sex. Dana had become a seductress of unmatched
beauty. He found himself wondering how much money a man would pay to
have sex with him. And whether or not he would be worth it.
How would it feel to have a cock buried inside me? The question
nagged at him, demanding that he find the answer.
I want a man to fuck me! I want to suck his cock and feel him
inside me ! I -- I want to stay -- !
He managed to keep his ever-slipping grip on his discipline and
buried t he burning desires, though he was having a harder and harder
time telling himself why he should leave. Dana glided back to the
window, his heels clicking, the dress hugging his form with a shimmering
black sparkle as he moved. Cars filled the space around the house for
this was a popular place, despite its remoteness. He knew that he could
not climb out of the window and drop from the second floor, not dressed
like this and with this body. He would have to try to sneak out some
other way.
He picked up a few things from the dresser and put them into his
purse, knowing it might seem odd for a woman to be carrying an empty one
around. A small spray bottle of perfume contained the same fragrance he
was already wearing. He also picked up a lipstick, a compact, and a
tube of mascara, as well as an ornate hairbrush.
Dana paused before the mirror and primped, checking his makeup and
hair and making sure that nothing that might arouse suspicion was out of
place. Then, with his spiked heels click-clicking against the hard
floor, Dana delicately walked toward the door. His large earrings
jingled in his ears.
Ten feet from the door, he stopped.
Too late!
Dana froze as he saw the shadow of someone outside filling the open
slit at the bottom of the door. The cut-glass doorknob slowly turned,
clicking as it stopped. The quiet squeak of antique hinges filled the
room, its sound and the pounding of his own heart the only thing filling
Dana's ears.
The door opened to reveal the figure of a man, silhouetted in the
doorwa y. He was enormous, filling the wooden frame with his muscular
form. The man entered, closed the door behind him, and walked closer in
the candlelight. Dana knew why he was there.
The man's eyes slowly drank in the vision of the ravishing woman in
the room he had been given. Her curvaceous figure in the romantic
lighting caused stirrings in his crotch as his eyes caressed her beauty
from head to luscious toe.
"Well, now, that's more like it," the man said with obvious
approval of Dana's sensuous form. He walked over to the bed, still
checking Dana out, undressing the girl in his mind. "You're new, right?
Come over here, sweetheart. You're a pretty one."
Dana's heart raced. He dared not make a scene. Not now. Not when
he w as so close to escape. He walked up to the man, smiling nervously,
setting his purse back on the dresser.
"They...they sent you in here?" Dana asked, trying to remain cool.
"Uh huh," the man affirmed.
"And you want...?" the woman asked, knowing the answer.
"You, baby," he said, staring hungrily into Dana's cleavage.
Part Four
First Encounter
"Aren't we in a hurry," Dana commented with a teasing, feminine
tone as the man quickly stripped down to his underwear. The man was in
his early forties and powerfully built, and he seemed clean and
well-groomed. An athlete of some kind, perhaps. Dana found that seeing
the man's huge, well-defined biceps gave him the same sexual thrill he
had previously felt when looking upon the tits and ass of a beautiful
girl. Dana could not help himself -- he reached out to feel the hard
muscle of the man's upper arms.
"Do you...work out?" the woman asked, a slight jitter of
nervousness in his voice.
"I play football. Professionally. Ten-year veteran."
Ooooooooh...he's gorgeous --
"I told them I didn't like the blonde they gave me last time. Too
skinny," he said, stroking Dana's left breast, "if you know what I mean.
You're perfect."
Dana knew that he could not escape the brothel still a 'virgin.'
Refusi ng sex with the man would bring immediate and loud attention as
he complained. In order to avoid arousing suspicion, Dana would have to
be a call girl, at least this once, for real. For the night, anyway, he
would have to have sex with the man -- servicing him as a woman, taking
the passive role of a woman. Dana had no choice.
Dana knew his willpower was failing. Once I've done it, will I be
able to leave the brothel? Will I be able to go back to Laura?
All of his sex drives were totally female, now, and having sex with
a ma n struck him as wonderfully natural; in fact, something within him
was actually thrilled at being forced into the situation. "What would
you like tonight?" he asked in his sexiest voice, actually enjoying a
slight tease as he placed his right hand onto the man's crotch.
He could feel that an erection was already building within the
man's gra y slacks. It moved against Dana's hand as it grew. Its
rising life made Dana's heart leap with the excitement of being a woman
who had such an effect on men.
Dana remembered the things the girls had said to him when he had
been a male customer. "Why don't we start with you giving me a name to
call you? It doesn't have to be your real name."
"Uh...Vic. Yeah, Vic."
"Okay, Vic honey. You just relax, and let Dana show you a good
time." Dana knew the man could do anything but relax; his erection
threatened to rip open a pants seam.
Here we go, Dana thought, a little nervously. Dana turned away and
held up his hair so the man could unzip his dress. The man was ready,
obviously; a full two inches of his erection protruded above the elastic
waistband of his briefs.
As he felt his zipper loosen, Dana turned back to face the man.
His eye s fixed upon the man's bulging member; he found himself wanting
it inside him. His nipples were hard beneath the glittering fabric of
the shiny black gown. Dana immediately let the dress fall to the floor.
"Put your shoes back on," the man requested. "I like legs in
heels."
"Anything you want, honey." Dana's enviable breasts with their
hard, erect nipples bounced teasingly as he stepped out of the evening
dress, leaving him only in the 'merry widow.' The tight, shiny black
grip of the sexy garment around Dana's middle emphasized the luxury of
his bustline above and smooth mound below. Vic pulled down Dana's cups
to fully expose both breasts.
"Oh, my g..." Vic began with sexual awe in his quiet voice. "Your
tits are...oh, your tits are just..."
Dana proudly looked down at his colossal breasts with their large,
hard nipples. "You like my big titties, honey?" he asked teasingly.
"Tonight, they're just for you." Vic nodded speechlessly, buried his
face in them and caressed them for the few moments it took his aching
cock to reach full size.
Dana slipped back into his high heels and dropped to his knees
before th e man, coming face to face with the excited cock. The woman
pulled the elastic waistband of Vic's underwear down and the stiff,
circumcised penis dropped forward, stopping only a fraction of an inch
from Dana's shiny burgundy lips. "M-m-my," Dana said, surprised at the
immensity of the swollen organ as it pointed at his face, straight out
and slightly upward. It was much larger than Dana's had been during his
life as a man. "Aren't we a big, healthy boy."
"I've never had a complaint."
"And you won't hear one from me, honey." The woman slid the man's
brief s down to his ankles, and he stepped out of them. Fully naked,
Vic stood before the girl.
Dana had a true hunger to suck the erect organ. The driving
compulsion overwhelmed him, ruling his mind. He opened his mouth, and
with a horny woman's excitement he reached out with a warm tongue and
playfully licked away the drop of seminal fluid that had built at the
tip of the man's long shaft. That proved to be all the icebreaker Dana
needed, for in seconds he had taken the head of the hard penis fully
into his warm, wet mouth.
Ohhhh -- it's delicious! More --more -- !
Vic gently held the sides of Dana's head as the woman devoured the
man's cock, taking the straining penis deeper into his mouth, working
its head like a popsicle. Using the techniques he suddenly, magically
knew, Dana gently sucked and swirled his tongue against its tip, taking
more and more of the excited organ into his mouth with each bob of his
head. Its taste was exciting. Instinctively a true professional, Dana
gently used his long nails to tickle Vic's testicles as they hung down
behind the swollen cock, and Dana felt them become firmer and cooler.
Dana felt the hot arousal of a woman, his vagina growing warmer and
wetter with each suck of the stiff rod.
And these girls get paid for this! Dana thought. his stomach was
mere inches above the bedsheet. The man took a standing position behind
the woman's silken calves, gripped the sides of her ass with both
rock-solid hands, and quickly reimmersed his ripe cock as far as it
would go into Dana's waiting pussy. Vic then locked his massive hands
around the narrowest part of Dana's tiny, cinched waist and repeatedly
pumped him, pulling the gorgeous woman back onto his erection with a
powerful, clocklike, driving force, thrusting forward faster and faster
and slamming his pelvis harder and harder into Dana's ivory buttocks.
The man's strength was incredible, and Dana was totally locked into
position, helpless, fully at the mercy of Vic and his unrelenting cock.
And Dana loved it. Vic owned Dana's smooth, rounded ass, driving
it dow n over his cock as if it were a rubber sex toy and not a part of
a living woman.
Dana could never have freed himself had he tried, but freedom was
the farthest thing from his feminine mind. Only now, as a woman, did
Dana understand the total physical domination of man over woman and he
gloried in his new, passive role. Over and over, more intensely with
each thrust, a shock wave thundered through Dana's body, flopping his
hanging breasts wildly; their great weight, constantly and jerkily
tugging at his chest, was an erotic and welcome reminder of his new
gender. Dana knew that no other experience could ever make him feel
more alive than this one did.
Dana dropped from hands to elbows, ass still in the air. His
excited ti ts tickled against the sheets. The linen against his nipples
as they swung wildly back and forth felt so good...
Dana's lips spoke with a woman's passion, voicing desires he did
not kno w he had. The words flowed from him as if he were possessed by
a hot, horny lady who had shoved Dana out of the way and was using his
body for her own sexual pleasure. "Yes! Yes! Ohhhh...my pussy's
hot...pump my hot pussy...harder...make me come! I want to come!
Yes...that's it...that's right...faster. Ohhhh...come inside me...I
want to feel your hot come inside me...so good...so good...so
goooood...."
One part of Dana could not believe the words were coming from his
own we t lips. The other part was saying them, meaning them, and
growing stronger every minute.
Without breaking his pumping rhythm, Vic unhooked and stripped Dana
of t he 'merry widow.' The woman emitted an approvingly satisfied moan
as he tossed the lingerie aside. Even naked, Dana's waist maintained
the same tiny waistline and curvaceous figure the garment had forced
upon him. Vic leaned over Dana's back, and as he reached under he
cupped a swinging breast in each hand like eggs in egg cups. He
massaged the woman's supple tits with sausage fingers, gently rolling
Dana's hard and aching nipples between thumb and forefinger. Dana then
remembered something that Laura had often done as he fucked her, and
decided to try it himself.
Dana began a steady, rhythmic tightening of his vaginal muscles,
grippin g Vic's cock like a fist as he pumped in and out. Vic moaned in
response, and reached into a small shaving bag to one side.
The man picked up a tube of body oil and squirted it onto Dana's
back, rubbing the glossy clear liquid down over Dana's stomach and
dancing breasts. It trickled down between the woman's buttocks and met
the pounding piston of the man as it continued to build to climax. The
oil-wet slap of his hips into Dana's ass sounded sharply with each
impact.
Oh, the lubrication felt so good to Dana -- the slickness of his
smooth, woman's body under the man's massive hands and iron grip was
intoxicating. The lovers merged, slippery flesh against slippery flesh.
Their nude bodies glistened in the dim candlelight of the room, its
slick warmth playing upon each and every erotic curve of Dana's
goddesslike form.
Dana glanced sideways into the mirror. There he was, on hands and
knees , his huge breasts hanging and jiggling, a sex slave to the
goliath behind him. He watched the man, eyes closed in pleasure, as he
rammed his cock into the soft, hairless ass in the mirror.
Dana rejoiced that that lovely ass was his. His feminine form
glimmered slickly in the light like wet rubber -- he was a hot, sexy
bitch like the world had never known.
"Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me!" Dana shouted out with each
merciless thrust, his mind ruled by the passion within him.
Dana's rejoicing flesh melted and flowed into the man behind him.
His intellect was gone, replaced by fires of female desire. Within
seconds the orgasm that had been slowly building within him intensified
to the point that Dana's eyes slammed shut and he reached climax, losing
all control of his abdomen. "Ohhhh...yeeeees..." Dana managed to utter
through clenched teeth. "Soooooo...gooooood..." His vaginal muscles
locked hard around the intruding cock as it pumped harder and harder
into him --
"OHHHHHHHH, VIC! OHHHHH! I'M COMING! FUCK ME...OHHHHHHHH...!"
And Dana came, flooding the man's groin with a woman's anointing
fluids. Dana cried out in unbearable ecstasy, feeling the intensity that
being a young woman could be. His clear, hot come flowed on, gushing
from his pussy and filling the air with the scent of raw, pure sex. Vic
felt the friction against his cock lessen as the added lubricants came
into play, and for a moment he could barely feel the walls of the
woman's vagina. Dana lost contact with his surroundings; all he was for
the moment was his soaked, satisfied pussy, still wrapped around the
relentlessly invading sexual battering ram of the opposite sex.
The orgasm diminished, then suddenly swelled to an even greater
intensit y. Dana's teeth clenched and a cry rose in his throat, which
forced its way past his lips as a woman's scream of unbearable ecstasy.
The second orgasm made Dana's body dissolve into a rapturous flame that
claimed every nerve, every cell of his body. A second wave of hot fluid
poured from Dana's luxurious vagina and flowed down the silken insides
of his thighs as it merged into the oil on his skin. He had no control
over his physical self; it had succumbed to the totality of the electric
grip of his womanhood. "Oh, Vic...oh, baby..." Dana began, breathing
heavily, "So...good..." Finally, gently, it was over.
Dana had been christened into his new gender, fully and forever.
She wa s a total woman. She could never look back.
Dana was little more than a puddle of female exhaustion. She could
feel that the man had begun to pump in and out with a more erratic
rhythm, but Dana, in absolute love with being a woman, just wanted to
lie there. Her hands, arms, and legs quivered with the weakness that
came from such a great release of sexual energy.
Vic pulled out and wanted Dana to take him into his mouth again.
Weakly , the woman pushed herself up from the bedsheet and turned to
face the man. Willingly, gladly, Dana took the cock between her burgundy
lips once again and rode down its shaft until it had buried itself in
her throat; she pumped it, tasting her own vaginal juices on its
slippery surface. Vic, seconds from coming, tensed his thighs until
their huge muscles stood out in straining relief.
Sensing that Vic was coming, Dana pulled the love rod out of her
mouth a nd leaned back just as the explosive cock began to ejaculate.
With her right hand she pumped the veined shaft and aimed it so as to
target her bosom. The hot manthing burst to life, forcefully spraying
its boiling come against Dana's waiting breasts, spreading the hot
lovecream over their slick, mountainous contours with every pulsating
flood. As Dana gripped the base of the pulsing cock like a shower head,
the man came and came and came, splashing the smiling woman with a sea
of liquid heat. Dana's free hand spread the slippery fluid over her
breasts, coating her nipples until the come dripped from their tips.
Dana licked her hands, swallowing Vic's come in order to know every
face t of sex as a woman. She loved the taste, and like a female come
addict who had just gotten her first fix in a long, long time an
insatiable craving overtook her. Filled with a deep need to waste none
of it, Dana ravenously lapped it all up, even sucking up the pools of
semen that had filled the undersides of her long nails. She wished she
had let the man come in her mouth. Next time, she would.
Next time. Dana was already looking forward to the next time she
could suck a man's hot and ready cock. She had become a sexual woman
whose only ambition in life was to have her pussy filled by the cocks
and come of virile men. The one-time male businessman had impossibly
become a nymphomaniacal woman.
Dana pulled her puckered nipples up to her lips and licked and
sucked th em until none of the salt-sweet jism remained upon her supple,
rejoicing tits. The woman swallowed every drop, then gripped Vic's hairy
buttocks and plunged face-first into his forest of coarse pubic hair.
Dana voraciously sucked the man's organ dry as it shrank back to normal
size, then hungrily kept the expended penis in her mouth until it became
a sof toward the elevators, and Dana followed to avoid suspicion. The
limo van driver and the madam remained in the lobby, seated near the
door; their presence there would make escape difficult.
Dana pressed 26 on the elevator panel as all the other ladies
pressed their own floors. The blond with whom Dana had become friendly
in the van, Brandy, also pressed 26, meaning they would be getting off
at the same floor.
Before making a break for it, Dana would have to, at least, enter
her ro om and wait for the other girl to do the same. She assumed that
she was supposed to wait for a trick to arrive, then spend the night
having sex with him. She would have to get out of the room fast -- she
did not want to take a chance on being trapped there.
The elevator door finally opened. Dana and Brandy stepped out and
the door closed behind them. "2616," Brandy said, holding up her key.
"2612," Dana responded.
"You know," Brandy began, as the two ladies headed toward their rooms,
"we could get together after for a little girl talk. I've got a feeling
about you, Dana. Like we'd be good friends."
"Sure, Brandy. I'd like that."
They came to Dana's room first. She inserted the key; the door
cracked open. "Lunch tomorrow?" Brandy asked, walking away.
"It's a date."
After Brandy had gone into her room, Dana left and headed quickly
toward the restaurant she remembered was atop that particular hotel.
Luckily, she passed no one in the hallway.
Entering the restaurant, she nonchalantly took a seat at the bar.
Somehow, she could still feel the man's cock inside her, and it was
exciting. She loved sex as a woman far more than she had ever enjoyed
it as a man. She felt proud to be a woman. Fulfilled. Dana's body had
flourished, rejoicing that it had finally been freed from the cruel
bondage of the Y-chromosome. Her flesh, as well as her very identity,
had begun as female in the womb, and would have remained so had it not
been raped by an onslaught of sex-altering testosterone.
Now, remembering, it knew that it was female once again and would
happil y remain so forever, wrapped in a wondrous existence of lipstick,
perfume, and soft silk. The joyous wonder of being loved, caressed,
penetrated, and made fruitful by the male of the species would now be
Dana's for the rest of her life. She was complete.
Looking into the mirror behind the bar and feeling as if she could
fly, Dana drank in the image of the lady in the glass. At first, she
had wanted to take merciless revenge upon the person who had taken the
clay of her formerly male body and reformed it into this woman whose
reflection was before her. Now, she wanted to find that person and fall
gratefully at his or her feet.
A bartender approached. "Would you like something, miss?" he
asked, obviously enjoying Dana's beauty.
"Dana..." the young woman softy said. "Yes, honey...I think
champagne would be appropriate right now. I'm celebrating the new me."
She smiled at him sexily, embracing her womanhood with all her
heart. Even if she were given the opportunity, she decided then and
there that she loved being a woman. She would never go back to manhood.
Never.
"Coming up, Dana." He went to get it for her. She began to touch
up he r makeup even though it did not need it, putting on a feminine
show for the man. Taking a lipstick from her purse, she looked into the
mirror, glided the soft, deep color across her lips then playfully
licked them. She lightly sprayed seductive perfume upon her slender
neck.
After finishing her drink, Dana decided that the time to leave had
come. She rose from her barstool, took a final look into the mirror, and
headed for the bar's lost-and-found room. Because of the late hour no
one was around, so she helped herself to a lady's dress-length coat and
a matching wide-brimmed hat. A pair of ladies' dark glasses sat on a
nearby shelf, along with a purse different from the one she carried.
Into the new purse went the twenty-five hundred dollars Vic had given
her for her 'services,' along with her lipstick, perfume, mascara,
powder compact, and hairbrush.
Dana took the elevator. A handsome man got on at the tenth floor,
one w ho could not help but stand and look upon Dana's extreme
attractiveness. The man felt his penis move.
"Excuse me," Dana began, speaking demurely yet like a helpless
damsel-in - distress. "Would you please help me? I'm afraid that my
old ex-boyfriend might be waiting down in the lobby, and I was wondering
if you would walk with me and pretend to be my husband."
"Sure, Miss," the man agreed. "I'd be happy to help."
"Would you mind getting into the cab with me, just to make it look
right ?"
"Sure..."
They stepped out into the lobby. Making lovers' small-talk, the
man's a rm was around Dana's waist as he walked her past the brothel's
madam and the limo van driver. He was growing aroused just holding her
next to him. They paused at the hotel's ornate revolving door.
"Happy anniversary, Melissa," he said, leaning his face down and
kissing Dana lightly. He was surprised when she pressed back into his
lips, her slick lipstick tasting sweet to him. She caressed the sides
of his face as they kissed, and the man felt her playful tongue tickle
his own.
"I love you, sweetheart," Dana said with all the sugary love she
could muster. "This was the most wonderful second honeymoon ever."
Catching but a passing glance from the madam, the apparent husband
and wife walked through the door and out to the hotel's taxi pick-up
zone. The man hailed a cab for them, and once it pulled up they climbed
inside.
"Where to, mister?" the cab driver asked as the man was still
getting in .
"The airport," Dana replied for him as the car pulled away. Even
as she spoke, she was stripping out of the coat, hat and glasses.
She kissed the man long and hard and deeply, showing her
appreciation. He kissed her hard in return, their tongues probing. In
moments, her deft fingers opened his fly to reveal a long, hard
erection.
"What's your name, honey?" she asked in a quiet whisper.
"Parker," he replied, smiling.
"Fuck me, Parker..." she asked, the breath of her whisper tickling
his ear. Dana pulled up her dress then pulled off her panties and
dropped them onto the floorboard. The man pulled a condom from his
wallet and stretched it over his risen shaft.
Dana, facing away from him, sat full and hard upon his erection,
taking it deeply.
She slowly bounced up and down on it as the man reached around her
and reached into her dress. As she rode him, Parker played with her
erect nipples. The cab driver, his own erection straining to burst his
zippered fly, tried not to watch in the mirror as the man and woman
fucked right there in the back of his cab.
"I'm sorry," Dana sexily uttered to the driver, noticing his
expression. "You must feel left out. Here..." She reached over the
seat and into his lap, and as he drove she freed his erection from his
taut fly. After licking her palm in order to lubricate it, Dana
hand-pumped the man's cock as she bounced upon the erection of the other
man.
They went on for blocks until the driver suddenly stiffened. His
spurti ng semen shot upward and splashed wetly as it rained upon the top
of Dana's still-pumping fist.
"Yes, honey," Dana said with satisfaction, feeling the warmth of
his sem en on her skin. "Come for me. Very nice." As he watched her,
his orgasm diminishing, Dana lifted her hand to her mouth and lustfully
licked the come from it. "Mmmmmmm...luscious..." She sucked and
slurped until her hand was clean of the thick, sticky fluid.
The thighs of the man whose cock she was riding became like stone
beneat h her and he came as well. As he gripped the woman's waist and
held her tightly against his lap, his condom strained to contain the
flood of hot come his penis delivered into her. Dana knew that she
loved being fucked more than she loved anything else in the world.
All these cocks are toys for me now! And men'll fuck me whenever
I want ! All I have to do is ask!
She lived for sex, lived to feel a cock inside her, lived to
swallow hot semen like there was no tomorrow. Her pussy ruled her, and
it was hungry to be continually wrapped around long, end did it once and
it felt all tingly."
She was surprised to hear that story coming from the woman. "Dana
would never have told anybody about that!"
Dana played her last card, desperate to make her believe. "And,
the res t of that day, I teased you by calling you 'Flo' because I saw
that you have a little birthmark next to your pussy that's shaped like
Florida..."
A look of shocked realization crossed her face and she closed the
door, unlocking the chain. The door immediately reopened, and Laura
ushered the pretty lady quickly inside. "My God...I can't believe
it...it is you, isn't it?! Dear, merciful..."
She was breathlessly stunned. "Dana! I never even knew you wanted
to b e a woman! I never would have guessed! What made you decide to do
it? Seeing how well Joanna turned out?" Laura suddenly had a million
questions to ask.
She gestured into the living room and toward the plush, white sofa,
and both ladies took a seat. Dana crossed her legs sexily and set her
purse on the cushion beside her.
"Even the way you sit..." Laura took one of Dana's hands and
closely inspected her nails. "They're so pretty...I can't grow mine
this long. Oh, Dana...I'm so jealous! You're so...so...beautiful! I
would never have believed that any man could have become a woman and
turn out so purely...sexy!"
Dana smiled her perfect smile, and it stole Laura's breath away.
"It's a real kick, ain't it?"
"Damn! You're the most attractive woman I've ever seen! When you
smile , it makes me want to fuck you! No man has a chance!" Laura was
excited and amazed all at once.
She went on, playfully slapping the woman on the arm. "I just
can't get over it! Your plastic surgeon must be a magician...you look
twenty-three or twenty-four. My age! You're gorgeous! I hate you!"
she teased.
Unable to sit still or take her eyes off of the lady, Laura paced
excitedly before the woman her boyfriend had become. "I can't wait
until Joanna sees you! She'll love the new you! I do!"
"I hoped you would," Dana admitted, stroking her pantyhose-covered
thigh . "To be honest, I like this body a hell of a lot better than the
one I had before. It feels just wonderful." She lightly stroked the
top of her right breast. "These are really fun...really nice. The way
they move is just...ohhh."
Laura smiled. "I know, honey, believe me...I know." Her eyes were
afir e. "How long have you been female, Dana? I haven't seen you for
about a year...I knew your sales job took you all over the country, but
I figured you'd dumped me and I'd never see you again."
"Here I am," Dana seductively said, sexily spreading her arms
across the back of the couch. Her deep cleavage spoke sensuously. "The
new me. Disappointed? Did you like the old me better?"
Laura gazed at Dana's lovely face with its flawless complexion.
"Never, " she said in a loud, breathy whisper.
"I was...reborn...about three months ago, actually. I came home
afterwa rd and pulled all the money out of my checking account.
Fortunately, since 'Dana Lee Parker' sounds like a girl's name, the lady
teller at the bank just made sure my signature matched before giving me
my money."
"Did you quit your job?"
"Of course. I couldn't just walk in on my boss with this
body...even if I had, I'd have had to reapply as a different person and
settle for a job as a secretary, which is the only position any woman's
ever gotten with that company. Hmmm..." Dana paused, an image filling
her mind's eye. "You know, I bet that horny bastard Ferguson would have
hired me as his secretary. I know he was screwing Sherri Conalee before
she left the company. Every day, during lunch. I'm sure I'd have
gotten what she was getting."
"Is this 'Ferguson' a hunk?"
"You know, now that I think about it with a woman's eye, yes, he
was..."
"Doesn't sound so bad to me."
"No...it doesn't, does it? What was I thinking?" Dana sighed,
picturin g herself naked from the waist down, bent over the man's desk
with him pumping away behind her --
She took a deep breath. "Anyway, I got out of New Jersey and got
an apartment a mile or so from here. I chose a new name and started a
new life, with a new driver's license and everything. I love writing
that little 'F' in the 'sex' box."
"New name? What is it?"
"Veronica Kimberly Laine. I guess Kim or Ronni, for short. I'm so
used to the name, it seems like I've always had it."
"That's pretty," Laura agreed. "It suits you. But since Dana is
a girl 's name, too..."
"I needed to lose the old me as much as possible...I'm trying not
to be found by someone. It's really complicated." Dana spotted the
portrait of the pre-surgery Joey on the wall, his shiny blond hair,
smiling pink lips and sparkling eyes radiating pure femininity. "How is
Joanna doing?"
"She's fine," Laura proudly answered. "She and her husband adopted
a ba by a few months back, so she's been a busy Mommy."
"I'm looking forward to that myself," Dana admitted.
"Marriage, or babies?"
"Both."
"Well," Laura said, not pressing the point, "tell me all about life
as a woman, honey! Don't leave anything out! So you've had the final
surgery?"
"I have everything you have. Everything. I can even get
pregnant...I'v e had my period twice, now, and it should be starting
again sometime next week."
"No! Really?! Wow! I mean, they gave Joey really nice tits and
a perfect little pussy, but they couldn't give him any of the plumbing.
Was this an experimental thing or something? Who did your surgery?"
"I'll tell you what happened...but you won't believe it. If it
hadn't happened to me, I wouldn't have believed it in a million years."
"Dana, I mean, Veronica...the proof is right before me! I have to
belie ve you!"
She paused. "Okay. I didn't have a surgeon, plastic or otherwise,
and I don't just look twenty-four. I am twenty-four, and a woman, and
I have a monthly period just like you do and I constantly want men
between my legs and if I'm not careful I can get pregnant..."
"Just like you'd been born a girl...?"
"I was born a girl. Three months ago. I went in for a full
examination last week, just to really get a grip on this body, you know?
Never in my life thought I'd have a gynocologist. Anyway, I had the
works. Blood tests, pap smear, mammograms, everything. I even had them
do a DNA test."
"And?"
"I'm happy to report that I'm a perfectly healthy woman in every
way. M y chromosomes are XX, now. Same as you or any woman. As you
said...like I'd been born a girl."
For an hour and a half, Veronica fully described what had befallen
her, in libido-stirring detail. Laura sat wide-eyed, holding
Veronica's pretty hands, listening to every syllable the woman uttered.
"I can't believe it,,," Laura slowly said. "Do you realize how
incredib ly lucky you are? To be freed from the shackles of being a
man," -- she spoke the word as if it were repulsive -- "to awaken to
spread your wings and find yourself such a beautiful butterfly of a
woman...it's all so romantic! That's why I helped Joanna the way I
did...I helped her become...complete."
"You sound like you hate men," Veronica commented.
"Oh, no, I don't hate them," Laura said. "I'd just hate being one.
I guess I feel sorry for them, more than anything else."
"Me, too...poor things. They aren't women!" Laura laughed. "Like
us."
Laura wanted the juicy details. "You said you got laid by a couple
of men...you've had it both ways now. Which is better? Sex as a man,
or as a woman?"
Veronica leaned her head back, eyes closed, relishing the memory.
A smi le crossed her pretty lips. "It was...the most incredible
experience of my life. I always liked fucking girls...liked it a
lot...but I absolutely love having a man pumping away inside me." She
paused, feeling herself growing wet at the mere thought. "Especially
when I'm on my hands and knees...with him behind me...with my tits
hanging and bouncing free...oooooh!" She smiled widely. "Believe
me...you're not missing a thing."
"Of course," Laura agreed. "Had to be."
Dana paused, searching for words. "I have to have sex. I'm
constantly masturbating. Seems that a side effect of my
'transformation' is that I'm something of a nymphomaniac. I'm the
horniest woman I ever saw."
"I want to see, Veronica. Show me your new body." Laura began to
strip off her own clothes. "You've seen my tits and my pussy...show me
yours. Please?"
Veronica smiled, then reached down and removed her high-heels and
stood to let Laura unzip her tight dress. It fell to the floor,
leaving Veronica in her bra, panties, and pantyhose.
"We're the same height, now," Laura observed, looking Veronica in
the ey e. "Probably about the same weight, too. I bet you could wear my
things. It's...it's incredible! You're absolutely gorgeous! It's so
hard to believe you used to be Dana..."
"Believe it," the voluptuous woman said. "But Dana's gone now.
Veronica's here, and she wants to live life as a woman to the max."
As Veronica had expected, the liberal-minded Laura loved the fact
that h er boyfriend had become a woman like herself, and such an
exceptional one, for it opened all kin and the arranged model had
cancelled on her. Veronica came home from running some errands to find
Laura pouting, pouring over the yellow pages.
"What's the matter?" Veronica asked.
Laura smiled and hung up the phone. She asked a favor of her
friend.
"Kim, I need you to pose for me. I brought a dress home, and I
need to get a picture of it. Will you try it on?"
"Sure," Veronica agreed, wanting to show her gratitude. "Where is
it?"
"On my bed. Come out to the garage studio when you're ready."
For the next ten minutes, Laura set up her lightstands and
reflectors. The sound of rustling satin came closer --
Laura looked toward the doorway and stood in surprised awe.
Veronica walked slowly closer, wearing a beautiful and very intricate
wedding dress that fit like a glove and featured a sheer veil that
Veronica had swept back. Sheer lace framed her delicate wrists. Her
milky cleavage overflowed the base of the dress' low neckline, and she
wore a pearl necklace that matched the beading across the dress. She
carried a bridal bouquet before her. Her pearlescent white pumps
clicked against the hard floor.
"Lovely," Laura said, subtle tears in her eyes. "Oh, Kim...what a
bride you'll be...!"
"I love this..." Veronica smiled. "Can I keep it?"
Laura laughed a little. "No...but when you get married, I'll use
my employee discount for you." The lovely bride posed against Laura's
floral background, blushing as if it were her own wedding day.
After stripping out of the expensive white dress, Veronica looked
along the vast collection of clothes in Laura's closet. "Can I wear
your blue dress today?" Veronica asked Laura, holding it up before her.
"I think it'll be good for job hunting."
"Sure, honey," Laura agreed, doing her makeup before the lighted
mirror. "I'm going to the beach with Kyle today, so I don't think I'll
need it."
"He's so cute," Veronica chimed. "You're so lucky..."
"With your looks, Kim, you won't be solo for long. Oh...don't
forget th e shoes that go with that dress...I had them specially dyed to
match. Do you like four-inch heels?"
"No problem, hon. High-heels and I get along just fine."
Laura had to head out to meet her boyfriend right away, for she had
overslept and was running late. "Good luck, honey. Hope you find a job
you like."
"Thanks, Laura," Veronica said, still picturing herself as a bride.
"Se e you when you get home."
"Oh, I forgot to tell you," Laura began, picking up her purse. "If
you could hang around here for an hour or so, a repairman is supposed to
come by to fix the dishwasher. Since it's still under warranty, they
won't charge you anything."
Laura left.
Veronica turned on the television, still wearing only her slinky
satin robe. She lightly fingered her vagina, picturing herself in bed
with Kyle and Laura. After a few minutes, she rose and went to the
vanity to do her makeup.
Just as she finished and was closing her lipstick tube, the
doorbell ran g. Veronica rose, went to the front door, and opened it
wide to find a young man in his early twenties. He was wearing a
repairman's outfit and was well-built and attractive.
"I...was sent to fix a dishwasher," he began. Veronica noticed at
once that the boy was aroused by her great beauty. A bulge began to
grow in his pants. Veronica smiled, still feeling more than a little
horny herself.
"Come in," she said in a sultry, breathy voice that dripped raw
female sex. "I'll show you..." He followed the woman's fluid hips
into the living room, where she pointed toward the kitchen, showing off
her long nails. "In there," Veronica said, smiling. "To service me,
you'll need the right tool. I hope you brought it."
The young repairman held up his toolbox. "Right here," he said,
not missing the woman's innuendo. "I'll get right on it." He began his
work. Veronica walked into the bedroom, the boy watching each wiggle and
curve of every step she took.
About ten minutes passed. The repairman, bending over the pulled
dishwasher, felt hands on his back. He turned to see Veronica, dressed
only in an impossibly sheer teddy, rubbing his shoulders. He could see
her full breasts and erect nipples clearly beneath the black mist she
wore.
"Fuck me," she lustfully invited. "Right here on the floor...fuck
me!" He leaned toward her glossy lips. They kissed, their tongues
swirling around each other's. In moments, Veronica had unfastened the
young man's belt and removed his pants. She stripped him of his
underwear, exposing his straining, young erection to the cool air.
"My...what a lovely tool you have. You know where I need a little
adjustment, don't you?" In reply, he reached down and fingered her
clitoris. "That's right, honey...lie down and let Mama do the work."
Veronica guided him down onto the thick, plush carpeting. She
reached over, pulled a small cushion from the couch and put it beneath
his head. Veronica then straddled him, suspended over his hips,
balancing on her high-heels as she squatted with her legs spread wide.
"Mmmmm...it's so big," she said, holding his hard, rigid penis upright
beneath her. "You must be very proud." He smiled. She positioned the
head of his cock at the wet, ready entrance to her pussy, then slowly
let her weight impale her upon it until he was completely buried within
her. The boy closed his eyes as the pleasure of her hot wetness engulfed
him. Her tight pussy felt so good around his cock -- he reached up to
squeeze her tits.
Slowly, squatting on his hard erection with her knees bent and her
high-heels squarely on the floor, the woman began to bounce up and down,
riding his shaft. Her body touched his nowhere but at the wet, fevered
point where his cock penetrated her. "What's your name?" she asked,
enjoying having his young penis inside her.
"Uh...Lance."
"Relax, Lance. Let Veronica do everything." After a few minutes she
leaned forward, changing to a hands-and-knees position. She rode him a
little harder, positioning her tits so they hung down against his face.
Lance gripped her smooth buttocks, helping her slide up and down on his
cock. Deciding to add a sex game to their lovemaking, Veronica spoke as
Lance took her bouncing nipples, one then the other, into his mouth. He
sucked them like a baby.
"Oh, yes, honey...suck Mama's tits...that's right..." Veronica loved
the feeling, pretending that the mouth suckling her hard, erect nipples
was that of a nursing child. "Yes...Mama's big tits are just for
you...suck, baby...Mama likes it when you suck her big tits..."
He breathed heavily through his nose, his mouth buried under the huge
mounds of soft, feminine tissue. A touch of five o'clock shadow tickled
Veronica's areolas. Her perfume filled Lance's nostrils. After a few
minutes, Veronica sat upright and leaned her head back. She rode
harder, feeling him rhythmically tense his hips beneath her as if to
pump deeper into her pussy. He gripped her waist, firmly pressing her
down at the bottom of each stroke of her ride.
"Yes, baby...fuck Mama! That's right...it's so good...fuck Mama
hard...yes baby...fuck Mama...!"
Veronica felt an orgasm swelling within her, faster this time than
before. Lance reached up and took her breasts in his hands, lovingly
caressing their supple, velvety softness. They bounced in his hands.
The young man felt a strange, wonderful feeling begin to swell deep
inside him, and he began to moan.
Veronica knew she was about to come. It had only been five or six
minutes -- she wondered why she was climaxing so quickly. In seconds
her orgasm peaked, and once again she flooded a man's crotch with her
hot, slippery come. The orgasm seemed to last longer than her others
had, and Veronica clutched her tits and bit her lip as she came. --
Then, without warning, Lance's eyes slammed shut. Veronica felt
the sti ff cock spasm as a flood of warmth filled her abdomen. Lance
held his breath.
He's coming inside me! Climb off --
Veronica's reason warned her that Lance was not wearing a condom,
but sh e knew it was already too late. Her passion silently screamed,
Come on! Come inside Mama's hot pussy! I want to feel your hot come
inside me!
The boy came and came and came. After a few moments, his steaming
load was delivered. As his cock shrank, the young man began to breathe
more normally. Once again, he sucked Veronica's nipples, and she
stroked his hair as he did so.
Veronica smiled wide and repeatedly kissed Lance, softly and all over
his face. "That was wonderful, honey. You fucked Mama so good..."
Lance couldn't believe that he had had sex with this naked woman
right there in her own home, during a service call. Still locked
together in sexual intercourse with h I can't have a married man's
baby!
A home test revealed the verdict. Veronica was pregnant.
"Are you sure it's your boss' baby?" Laura asked, trying to help
Veronic a sort things out.
"He's the only man I've fucked in months. And we've done it a
hundred times. He always wore a condom, though...this wasn't supposed
to happen."
"You're sure he's the only one?"
"Yes, Laura, I'm sure that he's..." Veronica paused.
There was one man I fucked without protection, and only one --
"Lance!" Veronica cried. "It's his baby! It has to be!"
"Who's Lance?"
She told Laura of that morning when the repairman had paid a visit.
Not only had Veronica made Lance a man that day, she had also made him
a father.
Laura grinned, amazed. "You horny little bitch," she teased.
"What do I do? I want the baby."
"Well, you could marry him. I don't think you'd want the pressure
of trying to raise a baby alone...besides, every kid deserves a dad."
Veronica thought long and hard about that.
Part Seven
Wife and Mother
Finally, after three days, she made a decision. Veronica went down
to t he department store where Lance worked, and located the service
department. Lance was working the counter, and he saw her coming toward
him. His heart raced as he caught the sweet scent of her perfume; he
had not gotten her out of his mind since the first time he had seen her
the day of the service call.
"Hi...hi, Veronica," he nervously said. "It's great to see you
again. I've...missed you. What brings you down here? Can I help you
with something?"
"Actually, Lance," she began, "only you can help me. Can you take
a bre ak or something, so we can talk?"
They found a private place. Lance revealed that he and his
girlfriend h ad broken up, for she had fallen for a guy who had
transferred into her office.
"I'm sorry she did that to you, in one way. Actually, though, I'm
glad. "
"You are?"
"Lance..." Veronica began, the words difficult. "Remember that day
at m y house?"
"How could I forget? Veronica, you're the most beautiful,
wonderful gir l I've ever..."
"Lance...I'm having a baby. Your baby."
He was stunned for a moment. "You sure?"
Veronica smiled. The lovliness of her smile melted Lance's heart.
"Yes , Lance, I'm quite sure."
Lance sat quietly for a moment, contemplating her words. Being an
old- fashioned guy, he could come to only one decision. He dropped to
one knee before the beautiful woman, his heart pounding. Taking the
woman's hand, Lance broke out in a cold sweat.
"Veronica...will you marry me? I want to help you raise our child.
And I've been in love with you since the first time I laid eyes on you."
Veronica smiled anew. Marriage was what she had also decided upon.
"Ye s, Lance. I will marry you. I was hoping you'd ask. And call me
Kim."
Lance leapt to his feet, excitement supercharging his body. The
woman o f his dreams would be his. They kissed and Lance held the woman
tight. She returned the embrace, eyes closed, running her hands up and
down along the hardness of his muscular back.
"I love you, Kim."
"I love you, too," she said, meaning every syllable.
Veronica got married in Laura's wedding dress, the same one she had
trie d on that day, which the woman had given her as a wedding present.
Laura was her maid of honor. Veronica and Lance honeymooned in the
Bahamas, another gift from Laura. Their first night of wild,
passionate, married sex would have been one for the record books had
records of such gymnastics been kept. There was no sexual position they
did not try, no bodily fluid they did not taste. Their flesh melded as
one, husband and wife, and their kisses were loving and long.
Only months after the end of her existence as a middle-aged man,
Veronica began a wonderfully rich life as a young, happily married wife
and mother. She never heard from the madam again, although, if the had,
she would have thanked the lady for making her a woman and rescuing her
from her dreary life as a man.
Her whole life was before her. One day, when her children had
grown up and moved away, she would become a grandmother. She looked
forward to that.
Veronica's daughter, Dana, was born seven months later.
And the baby had her mother's eyes.
~p{d by her great beauty. A bulge began to grow in his pants. Veronica
smiled, still feeling more than a little horny herself.
"Come in," she said in a sultry, breathy voice that dripped raw
female sex. "I'll show you..." He followed the woman's fluid hips
into the living room, where she pointed toward the kitchen, showing off
her long nails. "In there," Veronica said, smiling. "To service me,
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