0 comments/ 14677 views/ 0 favorites Transformation Ch. 01 By: stilltrying Chapter One All that has been, is all that will ever be. Katie wearily leaned her hips against the old porcelain sink and dunked another plate into the tepid, slightly greasy dishwater. This action of washing the dishes had become so automatic lately that she would occasionally walk into the kitchen to get something and then start in mild surprise at the sight of clean dishes sitting, drying in the strainer. When had she done those? And what else had she done without even thinking about it? So many of her household chores were getting to be like that lately, as mechanical and unnoticed a part of her existence as breathing. She sighed, pushed the hair away from her eyes with the back of her hand and turned to look around the kitchen. It usually seemed bright to her but today, despite the blazing sun outside, everything looked dingy and yellowed. Everything - from the dusty, dried flower arrangement with the oddly canted, broken cattail that took pride of place on the kitchen table in between the mismatched salt and pepper shakers, to the haphazard collection of brightly colored refrigerator magnets holding up an assortment of fading recipes, postcards and notes - it all seemed to have lost whatever meaning it had ever had for her. It was just junk, at the same time both embarrassingly intimate and utterly impersonal. Like the discarded remnants of someone elses life. Someone who'd moved out and left behind whatever wasn't even worth the trouble of putting into a box they'd probably never bother to unpack anyway. She wondered what her old friends would think if they could see her right now. Would they be surprised at what her life had become or would they nod and smile knowingly? Did one of her old school mates ever turn to another while standing in some noisy, downtown bar on a Saturday night, and ask if they had any idea 'what Katie was up to these days? Whatever happened to her anyway? We really ought to give her a call'. Did any old boyfriends fantasize about her anymore? Did they lay awake and watch their wives sleeping and wonder how things would have been different if they'd married her instead? Vague and hazy images of steamed up car windows and groping, nervous hands pinching and chafing tender flesh crossed her mind. She remembered her fumbling, jerky, a-rhythmic attempts at giving hand-jobs and the frustrated, angry looks on the faces of her boyfriends as they pushed her sweaty hand away and took over in order to finish themselves off. No, probably not she thought morosely, she couldn't think of a reason for anyone outside of her immediate family to think about her anymore, and she wasn't entirely sure that even they did. People come and go from your life of course, and what they think of you should be relatively unimportant in the larger scheme of things. That's what we're told anyway. Who you are...who YOU believe yourself to be...that's what sticks with you. That is, for all intents and purposes, "you". Just the fact that she was now a "farmers wife", whether anyone else saw her that way or not, had gone a long way towards eroding Katie's self image. The very label created a box that was cramped and restrictive, and she felt an incipient claustrophobia as she thought about herself slowly, imperceptibly sinking into it's narrow confines and growing comfortable there. What would another five years bring? Or ten? Or twenty? Would she still be the same woman who once believed that she could do anything? What was that old saying? "What you can believe, you can achieve" Maybe so, but first you have to be able to believe it, and sometimes it was hard to even remember what that sort of "belief" felt like. The exhilarating sense of freedom and power that came with the feeling that the future was wide open, that the past and present were just steps leading towards an open door and not, as she had begun to feel lately in some of her darker moments, the all too solid walls that comprised the totality of her existence. - All that has been is all that will ever be. - No! No! That couldn't be true. There must be something more than this. More than Katie the farmers wife who cooked and cleaned and "stood by her man" whatever that was supposed to mean. More certainly than the hurried, wordless wrestling matches that passed for sex these days. Katie had gotten used to losing these bouts, she couldn't remember when she'd ever won, but lately even Jack was starting to lose points and they'd end up being tied. 0 to 0. After getting off to an impatient start his erection would slowly wilt. He'd go faster and faster, in a desperate race against the inevitable but eventually he'd have to give up, frustrated and practically in tears. The fact that he could satisfy himself by doing something other than fucking her never seemed to even cross his mind any more than the notion that she might have hoped for something out of the exchange as well. Katie had learned not to speak to him at times like this, and to in fact never refer to it at all, because it would only turn into an ugly argument that would spill over into every aspect of their relationship and at this point even the illusion of intimacy and connection that was created by the predictability of their habits as a couple, was precious to her. So instead of talking about it or trying to make things better, they'd both roll over without a word and after a bit of restless tossing and turning, he'd finally drift off leaving Katie in a dark, silent world of inexpressible loneliness. Somehow it was ok if only he got off, as long as someone got off. Then there was at least a sort of sacrificial quality to her frustration. Not the overwhelming sense of failure that had become more and more frequent and which inexorably chipped away bits of her self esteem and confidence. A wild chorus of barking broke out, interrupting her reverie, and she could hear the dogs race from the barn out back towards the front of the house as the distant sound of car tires crunching through gravel reached her ears. Katie shook her head slightly and blinked, a frown creased her brow and her face settled into an expression that had become all too common lately. She pushed the faded cotton curtain over the sink aside, and peered out through the dusty glass towards the long unpaved drive that led from the old blacktop road up to their house. A dented red F-150 bumped up the drive followed by a cloud of brownish yellow dust that blasted furiously from beneath the tires only to slow, lose interest in the whole business and end up drifting aimlessly off into the cloudless summer sky. Before the truck had even stopped, the passenger door was flung open and her neighbor Mark jumped out and ran towards the house, tension written in every deep line of his weathered face. An instant thrill of fear ran through Katie. "Oh god...oh god..." she thought, and she ran to the door and flung it open. Mark was breathless, his voice urgent and Katie found herself grabbing her purse and following him back to the truck before she'd even fully grasped what he was saying. "...Jack...accident...the rotator arm swung around and caught him in the chest...doctors on the way...looks bad..." The words swirled around her head like stinging flies and she had to consciously fight the urge to try to bat them away with her hand. She got in and the truck roared back down the drive as Earl finally ran out of words. Katie was supposed to ask questions, she knew that, but she found herself unable to speak, shrinking in her seat between the two silent, distant men, Earl with his age darkened overalls and his young smooth faced boy Ted or Tad or something like that. The truck raced over the bumpy country roads and she found herself incongruously staring at a faded plastic token shaped like a cowboy hat that dangled from the keychain, dancing and swinging with each bump. Katie focused on that little hat, unable to even think about why she was here and what would happen next. It all seemed so unreal. Just moments before the circumstances of her life had lain on her so heavily that she felt smothered and suffocated beneath their weight. Now all that seemed like a warm, beautiful, impossible dream that was slipping away as she woke up to a bitter, cold morning. Transformation Ch. 01 Anton made love to Ashkey once more before he left. This time it was slow and sensuous and yet the passion was no more diminished. He had kissed her and caressed. He had explored all parts of her body that she knew were erogenous and a few that she hadn’t realized were. As he stood and dressed Ashkey looked at him with lust in her eyes and knew that from this day on she would never be the dull housewife and mother that she had been for the past five years. Anton had opened a yearning within her and she knew that each day that she got out of bed would be a day full of new sexual excitement. At the moment she did not care if it was with Anton or with her computer and Tony or even better her own mind and fingers. When Anton had finished dressing he moved to the side of the bed on which Ashkey was laying and he bent and after taking her face in his hands he gave her a long sensuous kiss that re-ignited all the passion within Ashkey. She longed for him to stay and make love to her all day but she knew this was impossible. He broke the embrace and walked towards the video camera. It was still running and in front of the lens he said. “From this day onwards Ashkey is mine and I will use her in whatever sexual way I desire. She is free to do whatever she wants with anyone else but when I call she will answer immediately and be at my beckon call.” “I have her e-mail address and I will purchase a mobile phone for her that will be used exclusively between the two of us.” “I have reawakened her sexuality and she is going to enjoy it no matter how slutty it is” Completing the message he turned back to face Ashkey lying on the bed and beckoned her forward. As she approached he said to her “I want you to tell the camera that you are mine and that when I want you you will be there. I also want you to say that you will not tell your husband and that at every opportunity you will go and find sex. You have become a slut and all you want is sex. Is that clear?” Feeling no shame at what she had done this morning in fact she was exhilarated by it Ashkey took a bold step forward and looked deep into the lens of the camera. “My name is Ashkey and I have enjoyed the best fucking of my life this morning. For years I have only experienced orgasm through masturbation and yet in the arms of this young man I have cumm four times.” “There will be times when I want to be in control of the situation and there will be other times when I want to be submissive to the situation.” “Here in front of the camera I say no sexual experience is beyond me and I am willing to do anything.” “I also promise that at no time will I divulge anything to my husband.” Anton was about to turn the camera off when Ashkey turned to him and gave him a kiss and then she whispered in his ear. “I think you may find I am able to cuckold my husband but that will take time. In the meantime please use me and thrill me.” Anton allowed her to complete the kiss then he flicked the tape from the recorder. “This goes with me but tomorrow you will receive a copy along with your phone. You are free to do with it what you wish.” With that he slapped her naked arse then turned and left. Ashkey stood alone in her bedroom looking around her. The video camera was still in place and the bedroom reeked of sexual passion. The bedclothes were ruffled. She walked towards the mirror and surveyed herself. The woman that she had looked at that morning was not the woman who gazed back at her. What she saw now was a naked cumm slut of a woman with a smile on her face that seemed to come from within. Her cheeks were flushed and her nipples were perky and standing out from her breasts. Her legs were caked with spunk and her pussy was flowered open. She turned and looked at the clock and knew that she still had a few hours until her children were due home from school. She decided that she would tidy herself and the house up and then check her e-mails. First she dismantled the video camera and although she knew she had enjoyed the experience she also knew that she would not be bringing this out again for a while. Next she stripped the bed and made sure that there were no tell-tale signs of sexual activity or fluid on the mattress. She gathered the bedding up and placed it in a pile outside the bathroom door. Her next movement was to go to the toilet. She put the seat down and sat and passed urine. As the fluid came away from her she caught the aroma of urine mixed with cumm and pussy juice and she had to admit it was making her horny again. She had to push these erotic thoughts aside. She wiped herself and then stood and turned on the shower. When it was warm enough she stepped in and let the hot water cascade over her body. All this did was set those nerve endings off again. What had become of her? Everything she seemed to do at the moment was a sexual conclusion. For fully ten minutes she stood under the warm jets of the shower and then she reached for the soap and began to wash herself. She paid particular attention to her pussy making sure that it was clean so that her husband would have no idea of what she had been up to today. She was prepared to let her husband find that she had a wet and horny pussy but she did not want him to find the residue of a fuck session and spunk. When she was convinced she was clean she reached for a warm towel and wrapped herself around it. She allowed it to dry her and then she dropped it with the rest of the washing. Ashkey went to put her clothes on but then she remembered that she had left them in a discarded pile by the computer whilst she had got lost and masturbated to Tony’s story. Well nothing for it, she was not going to put clean clothes on. She could wrap herself back in the towel and the old Ashkey would have done but this was the new Ashkey so gathering up the pile of washing she went downstairs as naked as she had gone up them earlier. She entered the kitchen and began to load the washing machine. She then put the kettle on and prepared herself a cup of coffee. She knew that she was naked but for the first time in a long while, she realized that she was also comfortable with her naked body and she was not going to cover it up again until it was completely necessary. Today was a day to be free. Walking back to the front room she did realize that she could not allow another incident like the one that had occurred with Anton to happen again today. She walked to the window about to close the curtains when she stood for a daring moment and let whoever may want to have a good look at her naked form. When she had finished this she closed the curtains and then getting her coffee from the kitchen she sat her naked body at the computer and switched it on. She quickly flicked through until she came to her e-mails. She re-opened the one from Tony and read the story again. This time although it still made her wet she was able to control herself. Her mind was elsewhere as she thought about what she was going to send back to him. Ashkey sat at the computer and re-read the words that Tony had written. This was her third time and she knew that despite her newfound sexuality she was not quite sure what to put down in the written words. In her mind she envisioned several sexual scenarios and she knew that each of them she would actually enjoy participating in and in fact in her mind when she was having that mundane sex with her husband she had gone through some of these scenarios and then had used them to bring herself afterwards. However this was different. Ashkey was a woman with ideas that she could visualize but was not very competent when it came to the written word. Suddenly her mind cleared itself of all the writing worries and she began to type. She set her alarm clock to alert her to when there was half an hour to go before she was due to pick up her children. Naked as she was she soon forgot her nudity and began to type. The time flew and before she knew it she was being aroused from her thoughts by the ringing of the alarm. Her timing could not have been better because she was completing her tale and when she sat and read what she had just written she was shocked. Her mind had started as a blank canvas and yet in front of her on the screen was the whole tale of what had happened to her that day. She had not missed a detail and had changed no names. She was surprised that she could recount so vividly and with such passion the events of the morning and she knew that Tony would be left in no doubt that what he was reading was an actual account of her sexual experiences. She was thrilled that she had found the release for her sexual emotions and knew that from this day forth whatever happened to her she would recount it in the written word and would send it to Tony. Smiling broader than she could remember she pressed send and then turned off the computer before she had a chance to regret her actions but she knew she wouldn’t regret them anyway. She gathered her clothes from the floor and quickly dressed. She brushed her hair and applied the minimal amount of make-up. She grabbed her coat and took a look in the hallway mirror. She was back to that young mother of two children and the obedient wife. Her life from this moment would be divided into two halves. There would be the nice respectable pillar of the community always willing to lend a hand to anyone and then there would be the slut who was going out and exploring and behind closed doors would be sexually excited. Ashkey recognized the balance that she would have to maintain in her life. She walked out of the house to collect her girls and realized that she did not wish to give up either side of her persona. Both fulfilled her in their own way. She duly collected the girls from school and after settling them down in front of the television with a snack she set about preparing tea for the family. Her husband arrived home about six o’clock that evening and they sat as one and enjoyed the prepared meal. Each politely enquired about the others day and just as equally both of them did not care what the answer was. After the evening meal they sat, as a family until it was time for the girl’s to bathe. As was her duty Ashkey did this and then she tucked the girl’s into bed and settled them down with a story. When this was complete she returned to her husband and found that he had poured a glass of wine for her. Silently they sat and savored the wine the warmth and the television. Eleven o’clock exactly her husband ascended the stairs and prepared himself for bed. Ashkey locked up the house then she also went to bed and together they snuggled and ended another day. Transformation Ch. 01 If you are looking for a tale of thought provoking sexuality this may be for you. If you want mindless and indiscrininate sex maybe you should read something else. The characters are fictional, the locations are fictional, and the events are fictional, all that is real is the most important part, the emotion of the fantasy. * Hello my name is Jessup and I wear panties. I know, that sounds like the introduction to a Crossdresser's Anonymous meeting. Before I get into the heart of this story I need to fill in a little background for you. I meet my wife, Catherine, in our first year at college. We were both new freshman members of the swim team. I was there on a swim scholarship, she was there on her Daddies money. She was a great swimmer and a great student, but her family declined the offered scholarships saying that they should go to more financially challenged students. For the first year we were just teammates, and sort of friends. The second year our friendship grew and we even started to date a little. Most of the time this was school events and with common friends along. We clicked. We found that we shared a lot of common interests and values. In our third year we became lovers and finally as seniors we shared an off-campus apartment. Right after graduation we married and have been very happy for the five years since. One of the things we shared was the ability to talk. We found that we could speak openly and honestly about anything and not be afraid of the others reaction. That has been one of the best parts of our relationship. Even in sex we could be open and free. She had no false coyness or inhibitions about the topic or the act. As I said I was at college on scholarship and had to keep my place on the team to stay in school, so I was very competitive and willing to do anything it took to keep an edge on the other swimmers. She swam for the right reason, she loved it, but she also loved to win and would swim her heart out at every event. When you are swimming at that level one of the things you do is shave any body hair off. Even one hundredth of a second can make a difference in a meet. At first I was very self-conscious about body shaving, but soon realized that no one noticed. I had always had light and fair hair, head and body, so I guess it just didn't look much different to people who knew me, and strangers just didn't look that close. I got used to it. Cat and I started to help each other shave when we moved in together. Those sessions became more often than not, highly sexual and a lot of fun for both of us. There is something very personal about it that makes it very intimate and sexually charged. Of course one night I had to carry the shaving to another level and through the laughter of both of us shaved her pussy bald. In playful retaliation she shaved my pubes bare too. The sex following was awesome. Over the years since she has kept the bare pussy saying that she likes it and that she knows how much it excites me. Cat's wardrobe almost doubled when we moved in together, I am only 2 inches taller than her 5'4" and about ten pounds heavier. She was constantly raiding my closet for sweatshirts, shorts, t-shirts and even some of my jeans would fit her, if a little loose. I couldn't bring myself to borough her primarily pink and blue shorts and sweats. Over the following years, to keep a little spice in our lives we had developed the habit of making bets. These were harmless, sometimes sexy and sometimes not, little wagers with each other. We would bet on a football game, and election outcome, or even once on the "breakup date" for a couple we knew. The wagers would be for a weekend of back rubs and pampering, a particular outing we might each want, or often a weekend of oral sex. We each love oral, both giving and getting and when the bet was for head the loser got nothing for the entire weekend and the winner got all of the attention. Winning or losing didn't matter to me; I loved the weekends. This story began with one of those bets. We each came from a different hometown and each town had professional football team. Whenever they played we were certain to place a weekend bet on them. This was serious rivalry to us. My team was the odds on favorite to win and had been doing great all year with only one loss early in the season. Cat's team sucked! She still felt a loyalty to support them and was ready to put herself, literally, on the line for them. We began to discuss the terms of the bet. I have this thing for high heels. It is almost a fetish, or maybe it is. I love women in heels, I think they are the sexiest thing they can wear. Whenever I am out I can not help but follow the steps of a lady in heels. Heels do something for a woman, they walk differently, their butts look better, their legs shapelier, and their posture is much better. Cat has caught me at it and teases me about my little fetish. Cat wears them often, but not nearly as often as I would like, which is all the time. "Ok, here's the bet," I told her, "If I win you wear high heels all weekend." "Yeah, great, so what do I get when I win?" "You name it lover, I have no doubt about this one!" Cat just glared at me. She was pretty certain that her team was going to lose big time, but didn't want to back down. "Look you are always trying to get me to wear heels. You even have me wearing them around the house when I clean or in bed when we fuck. Do you have any idea how much trouble that is? Do you know how much my feet can hurt after a night out in heels?' I smiled at her and admitted that I was sure she got a little uncomfortable in them sometimes, but look at he great sex she always got when she catered to my little peccadillo. "Come on Cat," I teased her, "what do you want to bet? I doesn't matter very much because I have a sure thing here so make it whatever you want." She just smiled at me. I should have run then if I had known what was good for me. "OK, asshole," she retorted," if you win I wear heels all weekend. But if, no, when, I win YOU have to wear high heels all weekend! You'll get to see what it's like to walk around on your toes." I laughed at her. "Don't be silly, your shoes won't even fit me!" "You will just have to buy some when you lose. What's the matter, scared?" "Hell no I'm not scared, you don't have a chance in hell of winning this one dear! Ok, Yeah, if you win I wear heels." "All weekend is the deal, remember?" "Yeah, all weekend, but I get to pick the ones that you have to wear, and we are going out to dinner with you in a skirt and the highest heels you own!" She was giggling, "Oh I can just picture you in you slacks and new heels at the restaurant." I felt a little odd with the bet, but still highly confident that I had nothing to worry about when the ball was kicked off. Needless to say I wouldn't be writing this if my team had won! The game went into over time and Cat was bouncing up and down on the sofa as her team pushed the ball down field. They scored and unbelievably, I lost. She didn't say a word, just leaned over and kissed me and then headed up for bed. It was a Thursday night game that had run late so we both needed to get some sleep for work the next day. I was certain that Cat wouldn't push the payoff on the bet. She was a good sport and would never do anything to embarrass me. All day I made calls for our small company while Cat did her magic in the home office. It was almost five when I pulled back into the drive and wandered into the house all smiles after a good day. I had completely put the lost wager from my mind. She was there waiting for me with a cold drink and a wonderful smile. Oh I am so lucky to have such a woman love me. "We are going to eat at La Perette," she began. It's usual for us to eat out on Friday nights, well actually most nights. Neither of us likes to cook much. "I'll go change and be right with you," I replied. "Wait a second," she smiled evilly at me. "Put these on when you change." She handed me a pair of thigh high hose. I looked at her dumbfounded. "What in the world are these for?" "You can't try on shoes bare footed and your white socks will never do for a pair of nice heels so you need to have these on." "What the hell! I ain't wearing stockings!" "You're not going to welsh on our bet are you?" she asked calmly. I sputtered out, "You're not really going to make me pay up are you. You're not going to expect me to really wear high heels?" "Oh yeah I am! And if you welsh on this you will never collect on another weekend bet, you can be sure of that!" "OK! Look I will wear the heels, but only in the house, you can buy a pair tomorrow that will fit me." "That's not the bet!" she cried, "the deal is all weekend and that starts now." "Well I'm not wearing them out of the house, period! People will think I'm a queer!" "So it's ok for you to collect on your bets, dress me up in some skimpy top or t-shirt so everyone can see my tits and think I'm some sort of slut, but you can't take it when you lose!" This was getting out of hand, I had to put my foot down. "Cat, I will give you whatever else you want, just not this, ok. I wasn't serious about the bet, you weren't suppose to win!" "Oh, yeah, that's right! But if I had lost I bet you would have me standing on my toes in the highest heels you could find! I bet you would do your best to get me in a little skirt and prance me around not caring one wit if anyone thought I was a tramp!' She broke out her weapon of male destruction; she started to cry. I just stormed out of the room. The first thing I saw when I entered our bedroom was our wedding picture. I just stopped in my tracks. I had been so lucky to find Cat, we were almost perfect together in every way. Looking at the picture I realized what a jerk I was being. For all the things she did and gave to me I could stand a little embarrassment. I headed back down stairs. I just looked at her, and she met my gaze unflinching. Finally I took the stockings and made my way upstairs. I was mad as hell but knew there was little I could do now. If I refused it would undermine the basis of our relationship, trust. I took a quick shower, and after drying off sat on the bed and pulled the stockings up my legs. They felt weird on me and looking in the mirror I thought they looked weird too. I pulled my slacks over them, slipped on loafers and a pull over and went back down to Cat. "There," she said, "no one can see a thing, let's go" "Well I can sure tell, and I feel like a fag in them!" "Shut up loser," she teased. "Let's get out of here before the store closes." She took my hand and we went to the car. She directed me to a discount shoe store. Fortunately for me it was a stand alone place that because of the low prices didn't have attendants to help you try things on. Walking into that store, knowing that I was the one buying the shoes scared me to death. Cat held my hand as she walked me down the rows of shoes. She stopped at a chair and told me to sit, then picked up the shoe sizing gizmo and told me to take off my loafers. There were a few other people in the store, but none close to us. "Size eight, not bad," she said, "we should be able to find some pretty things in your size!" I knew that she wore a 6 ½ and as I have said I am not much bigger than she. Somehow I was pleased that my foot was an acceptable size. Again she took my hand and began walking me through the size eight aisle. She would stop and pick up one, then another for my inspection. There were a lot of sexy shoes there, many I would like to see her in, but somehow I just didn't see one that I could picture myself wearing. She insisted that I try two different pair on and made a show of kneeling in front of me and fitting them to my feet. By now there was one woman and her daughter that were openly looking at me. I was so embarrassed that I couldn't even think straight. I just let her lead me about and show me shoe after shoe, no longer even trying to hide what we were up to. I spotted a pair of closed toe shoes that I thought might work. These had a round leather black toe that would cover my foot to about midway. There was a closed back and a box heel that shouldn't be too noticeable under my pants. I examined them and then handed them to Cat. She just smiled. As I tried them on she cooed about how nice they looked on me and what sexy feet I had. I knew a payback when I saw one and tried my best to just get into the humor of it all. I was beyond being embarrassed now, into acceptance of my plight, so I stood up bravely and walked in them. I had always heard how difficult it is to walk in heels, but I found it easy from the start. Having my weight shifted forward on my toes by the three-inch heels was different, but not disconcerting. I paraded around for her as she held her hand over her mouth and giggled. "You're a natural in those honey!" she squeaked through her laughter. Yeah, a natural what I wanted to ask. When I went to remove them she stopped me. "Oh no! All weekend, remember? You start right now wearing them, and that includes out of the store!" My face must have been a sight to see because she broke into another fit of laughing as she took my hand and led me to the register. "He's going to wear them out" she said as she handed the box containing my loafers to the clerk. Of course it had to be a guy and his look was one I hope to never see again, pure disgust. I paid and we left. As soon as we cleared the carpeted area of the store I could hear the click of my heels on the hard surface. That was one of the triggers that I loved about Cat in heels. Every time she wore them I would listen for that tell tale click of her approach. More often than not I got hard when I first heard, and then saw her walk to me in sexy heels. Now I was hearing myself. I hoped that my pants were long enough to cover the shoes and that all anyone could see would be the toe of the shoe. That didn't look too unlike any mans shoe, unless you got a peek at the rest of it. At the car she insisted on driving. "It takes practice to drive in heels, it's like an art form. I'd sure hate to see you try to explain your erratic driving to a cop in those shoes." I let her drive. She headed right for the restaurant. How in the world was I going to face this? I looked down at my new footwear and sighed. "You know" I thought, "they do look nice, almost sexy, shame she isn't the one wearing them tonight." I decided that the only thing to do was brazen it out and walk in as if a man in high heels was nothing unusual. As we neared the front door Cat moved behind me and whistled, "You do have a cute ass in those shoes, it really tightens your buns up!" God, how many times had I said something almost identical to her? I her case I was right, she did have a cute ass, but me? This was not a fancy place, in fact it was counter service and scattered tables around the room and on the sidewalk. We proceeded down the counter and got our trays of food then I followed Cat to an outside table. I picked the seat by the wall, hoping that it would limit the view of me to passers-by. We ate in silence for a few minutes. "You really are a pervert, aren't you?" I heard her say over the table. "What the hell do you mean, this was your idea!" I retorted sharply. "Oh I know that, but I'm not the one sitting there getting off on the sight of my own feet in sexy shoes." "What," I started to say, then realized what I had been doing. I had been watching my own feet as I wiggled a heel around. I blushed deeply and just smiled at her. "Well they are sort of sexy aren't they?" "Yeah, they are, and so are you, even if you are a pervert!" she snickered. "I am not a pervert, I just have a thing about heels, I think they are sexy!" "Oh yes, I can see that, even when you are the one wearing them," she continued to laugh. I was starting to get mad and she quickly saw that in my face. She reached over with her hand and covered mine and looked into my eyes. "Relax, I'm just teasing you. I think you are being a very good sport about all of this and right now I am so horny I think we should hurry up and eat and go home and fuck our brains out!" I thought that was a great idea myself and quickly we finished our food and I again paraded out of the place and across the lot to the sound of my own steps. She was insatiable. We screwed in every way we could for hours that night and finally fell into sleep in each other's arms. The next morning I was up early as is my habit. As I rolled out of bed she leaned over to me and pulled me back for a hug and kiss. "Don't forget you shoes,' she said in my ear. I had forgotten, but her words brought it all back to mind. I pulled on my swimsuit and slipped the shoes on my feet then left the room. Behind me she called out, "You really do have a cute ass!" This was my first trip down stairs in high heels and it was considerably more precarious than the trip up last night. I realized why women use the handrail. Outside at our pool I kicked off the shoes and jumped in for several laps. As I swam my mind went back to last night and the silly bet that I had lost. I had been terribly embarrassed a lot of the time, but also turned on by the sexy shoes on my own feet. I felt that the lift of the heels had made my legs tight, my ass tuck in and my walk sultry. What kind of thing was that for a guy to be thinking about! I swam harder. Finally I was winded and had to get out of the water. Once again sitting by the side of the pool I asked myself if I really needed to put the shoes back on. After all Cat was still in bed and I could always just slipped them on when she came down. No, a bet is a bet and I needed to wear them even if she wasn't watching me. I slipped out of my wet suit and into my heels then wrapped in my robe. My morning routine is to swim then get the paper from the front walk and sit reading it while I have my morning coffee. You don't even think of habits like this until something interferes with them. I already had the heels on when the thought occurred to me that I still hadn't gotten the paper. I walked to the front door and peered through the sidelight looking for any neighbors about. No one was in sight. Quickly I opened the door and made for the paper. I wasn't exactly running, but was scooting along as fast as I dared in the 3-inch lifts. No one was around as I grabbed the paper and made my way back to the door a little more calmly. Then I did an odd thing, I just stopped in the door and stood there looking around. "What you doing, flashing the neighbors?" came Cat's happy voice from behind me. "Uh, no, just getting the paper," I replied weakly. I went back inside and poured us both coffee. We sat together and shared the morning quiet. "Why don't you go get a pair of your cut offs on and then you can help me do some house work," Cat said after some time. I grinned at her. Hearing the playfulness in her voice I knew she was up to no good, "What do you have in mind lover?" "Oh I though a little lesson in what's good for the goose is good for the gander might be appropriate right about now." "Oh?" I asked raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, you always want me to wander around the house topless and in heels doing the house work, like what's her name, Melanie whatever, in that movie vacuuming topless. Well I think you should try a little of that yourself." "Oh crap! Come on Cat, you can't really mean that?" "Oh yes I do! You come on yourself, be a good sport about losing and go get those shorts." A couple of minutes later I came back downstairs wearing a pair of cut off jeans. She motioned me to her and when I was in front of her she rolled the cut off legs over and over until they wouldn't go any higher. She had effectively made hot pants out of my cut offs. Transformation Ch. 01 "You vacuum and I'll dust and we should be done soon." I was striding back and forth across the room pushing a vacuum cleaner and stepping carefully in my three-inch heels as she wandered around never out of my sight, dusting things over and over. She made comments about my cute butt, my shapely legs and the wiggle I had as I walked. I found that soon I was giving her better views of me and making sure that I turned my ass to her as often as I could. I had a raging hard on and once she saw that bulge in my shorts she began to tease me about that too. She claimed it didn't matter which one of us was wearing the high heels they still made me horny. She was right. After about an hour she called a stop to the housework. She led me upstairs and drew a bath. Once the tub was full of hot water she told me to get in and together we soaked in the tub. She played with my hard on and teased me with little kisses and touches. Finally she took out the razor and began to shave me. We had done this when we were swimmers, and once or twice since. She claimed that she like the feel of my soft hairless skin on hers. I didn't say a word as she slid the razor down my legs, each stroke making me even harder. Then she shaved my balls and it was all I could do not to cum right then. When she moved to my arms and chest I began to protest. "What are you doing?" "Oh just relax lover, you'll think it is worth it when we're all done." She stripped the hair from my arms, chest and under arms then had me turn around and did my back. I was so horny by then that she could have done anything she wanted. "Ok, lover, time to get dressed, we have some shopping to do," she said as she finished rubbing my body. She walked to her dresser and pulled a pair of gym shorts from it and tossed them to me. Shaking my head I slipped them on. They were hot pink, lose fitting and had Honey printed across the ass. I had bought them for her and she fussed every time I asked her to wear them. "Very funny!" I told her is a sarcastic tone. I stepped into the hot shorts. "Oh my," she piped, "I can see that isn't going to work. Then she stepped to me and grabbed my still hard dick in her hand. "This has to go!" She pulled the shorts down my legs, knelt down in front of me and began to suck my cock. The pink shorts still hung on my thighs as she took me into her mouth and started a slow steady rhythm of bobs over my shaft. It felt wonderful and I knew that it would take only seconds for her to make me cum. Cat doesn't usually let me cum in her mouth and expects me to warn her when I am close, but I was feeling mean so didn't say a word as I neared my climax. She was looking up at me as she continued to bob up and down, using her tongue to caress me. When I started to blast in her mouth she didn't pull away, instead she grabbed my ass and pulled me tight to her. Her mouth kept up the sucking rhythm as I unloaded more into her. When I was finished she sucked me as if to clean me then let my now soft member go. She slipped the shorts from my legs and had me step out of them. I thought she was done with that idea but I was very wrong. I had grossly underestimated the ingenuity of my wife. She rose and went to her dresser again and this time returned with panty hose. "Put these on first." She said calmly. I was speechless. For some reason I just sat on the bed and worked the hose over my legs. When I stood up again she stepped back to me and grabbing my cock moved it down and back into the crotch of the hose. This kept my cock from showing in front and as I looked down at myself it appeared almost feminine. "Now put the shorts on," she said. I pulled them up and was surprised at how they felt over the hose. It was a completely different feeling. Knowing her next command I just reached down and stepped into my heels. I stood and moved around for her to check me out. "Very nice!" she squealed. "Yeah, maybe you like it but I can't go outside like this!" I moaned at her. "Well you lost the bet! You can either go like that, or," she hesitated. "Or what!," I demanded. "Or you can let me finish and go out with at least a chance of not being totally humiliated." She handed me a matching pink t-shirt and with a shrug I slipped into it. "No that won't do either," she said thoughtfully, "take it back off." She went to her armoire and returned with a bra. "Oh no! I am not wearing that!" "Well do you want to go out as a freaky guy in shorts and high heels, or maybe, with a little help and willingness on your part, pass as a girl?" I was still muttering curses under my breath as she slipped the bra around my chest and fastened it. It was a little tight, but not uncomfortably so. "Ok, slide your arms through the straps dear" I did, then slipped the t-shirt back on over it. She looked me over then stuffed a couple of her socks in the bra cups. She backed away and looked at me. "Turn and look in the mirror Jessie," she told me, "just look from the shoulders down." When I did I saw a shapely female figure in the glass. I was amazed by the sight of the long slim legs, the tight backside and the chest filling the t-shirt. My dick tried to rise, but being turned back into the panty hose it couldn't move. I was floored not only by the image, but that it turned me on too. Cat took me to her vanity and began to work with my hair. I keep my hair a little long, not pony tail long, but more of a mop head as she calls it. Using blow drier, curling iron and styling gel she soon had me looking very stylish in a short but definitely feminine do. She talked to me about how easy it was going to be to get away with passing as a girl as she applied a little bit of eye shadow and then some lip gloss. She added a necklace and a couple of wrist bangles as a finishing touch an anklet. As I stared into the looking glass I couldn't believe the transformation, there was no doubt that there was a girl looking back at me. What really took me by surprise was that it excited me, turned me on. I walked around the room, wandering from mirror to mirror admiring the job that she had done as she quickly applied her makeup and brushed her hair. Each glimpse of me that I caught returned a feminine image. Cat made sure that I was watching as she slipped into a short denim skirt without putting on her panties first. She was making sure that I knew and would be looking. One of the things that I really enjoy is when she will go bare bottom for me. Cat will do it only a few times a year, usually when she is dressing up for a special night out. She will wear garters and stockings and leave her panties at home. It was unprecedented for her to wear such a casual skirt, such a short skirt, with no panties. She then pulled a t-shirt over her braless tits and for the first time I noticed how pointed her nipples were. She was enjoying this too. In the car I ran my hand under her skirt and touched her pussy, She was wet. "Not now girlfriend," she chided me. Girlfriend? Now that was odd sounding, but somehow exciting at the same time. "Are you just trying to drive me crazy?" I asked her. "Yes, and you better work on your voice if you plan to get away with this." In college I had also been in the glee club, singing first tenor. I had a talent for mimic and could duplicate almost any voice with a little practice. I tried three of four voices out on her and finally settled for one that was slightly husky and definitely not masculine. Our first stop was the bookstore where we wandered the aisles as she hunted for a new novel. I didn't notice anyone looking at me in any way shocked or surprised, but I did notice several men checking out my backside as I passed them. Having "Honey" printed across it drew attention. I thought that some of them were probably checking out Cat's hard nipples too. Cat laughed at me as I mentioned it to her. "Learn to live with it honey," she told me, "it's part of the price of being a pretty girl." "Pretty girl?" I asked her. "What are you shopping for compliments, of course you are pretty, and damn sexy too in those heels of yours." "You know I was thinking about that, these shoes don't really go with this outfit do they?" "Now isn't that a very female thing to say!" You're right of course, they don't match! Next stop the shoe store!" As we waited in line at the register a man came up next to me and after a moment asked, "What are you girls reading today?" I just looked at him. "Well a guy has got to know what interests the fairer sex doesn't he?" he continued when I didn't answer him. I muttered out, "My.." and almost said wife. I started again, "My friend is just getting a novel to read while she sun baths." I could see Cat's shoulder shake as she fought the laughter, She turned back to me and asked, "Jessie, is this guy flirting with you?" I blushed bright red at her words. The guy just shrugged at us and asked, "Well can you blame me." Through her giggles Cat answered him, "No, not a bit, if I were into girls I would flirt with her too." My trapped cock ached as it tried in vain to grow. Here I was in heels and hose with a sock stuffed bra for tits and this guy was hitting on me, and I was getting horny. True to her word Cat drove to the shoe store next. I spent the drive playing with her thighs and trying to tease her a little. Thankfully it wasn't the same Store as the night before. The clerk may not have recognized me, but he probably would have Cat and then put the pieces together. I sure couldn't have handled that. I tried on several pair, all tall heels and all open toed this time. There was a good crowd as the Saturday shoppers wandered in and out but none of them seemed to notice anything unusual about me. I was really enjoying it this time and Cat encouraged me with compliments for either me or the shoes with each pair I tried on. Of course it didn't hurt that each time she squatted down to help me fasten a shoe I had a clear view of her bare pussy. Between the shoes and the bare pussy I was dying of horniness. Soon I had picked out 2 that I wanted. The first was a pair of strappy sandals in white with four-inch heels. Cat was concerned that I might have a problem walking in them but I assured her it would be ok. The second pair was more like evening shoes with stiletto heels and embroidered sides. They were a pair that I knew would look fantastic on Cat, and I hoped on me. As I shopped I began to realize how quickly I had moved from defiant and resentful to thrilled and willing in this little adventure. I wore the new white shoes out of the store. The extra inch in heel made a big difference! Now these were really high heels! That single inch almost doubled the effect the shoes had on my walk and my attitude. I had to learn the balance all over again and now was so far up on my toes that my legs were constantly tight. I could feel my ass sway as I walked and remembering how much I had always enjoyed seeing a woman walk like that I let it sway. "God Jessie, you're turning into an exhibitionist!" Cat teased me. "You're just jealous!" I teased back. "You're damn right, My husband is sexier than I am!" I stopped and took her hand and turned her to me. "Do you want to stop this now? Do you want to just call the bet paid and go on home?" She laughed, "Hell no, I'm having a blast!" Then she added, "Jessie are you ok, I mean we can stop if you want." I looked at her a minute as my mind whirled around not able to grab hold of any part of what was happening. Did I want to stop? Did I want to go on? When I thought about it I was scared, but when I just let myself feel it thrilled me. "Cat a bet is a bet and I will pay off till the end!" I assured her. She hugged me and as luck would have a guy was just then walking past us. He looked at us with open lust as we hugged together. I waited for some comment and sure enough he had to spout off. "What a waste of beautiful women!" I started to turn to him to punch his lights out when Cat grabbed my arm and turning to face him said, "Best thing I have ever had in my bed!" She then kissed my full on the lips as he watched. Back in the car she turned to me again. "You know we are going out tonight?" she started in her soft and serious tone of voice. "You can go either as my husband, or as my girlfriend. If you go as my husband you can wear the black shoes and let the cuff out on a pair of slacks and probably get by." "But I just bought those new shoes!" I exclaimed in mock horror. I continued more seriously, "Will you help me get ready so that I don't embarrass you?" "Of course I will," she replied softly, "you will be the prettiest girl in the place!" I thought that she was going to tear up, honestly I thought I was too for a minute. We just held hands as we drove home. I sat there in the car thinking that this was really getting weird as I ran my free hand across the silken feel of my hose and admired my feet in the sexy white heels. Cat said she had to make a couple of stops on the way home. The first was a drug store and she asked me to wait in the car. When she returned to the car she told me not to look in the package, that it was a surprise for me. Then she stopped at two different adult book stores. She came out empty handed from the first, but carrying a fairly large sack at the second. As soon as we crossed the threshold of our home I took her in my arms. In my four-inch heels I towered over her, but she still fit nicely against me. I could feel her hard nipples pressing into me as I slipped my hand under her skirt to cup her pussy. She was wet even before I began to stroke her. We stumbled to the sofa and there I laid her back and lowered my head to her sex. Forcing her skirt above her hips I opened her legs and then ran my tongue through her slit. She was instantly responsive, grabbing my hair and holding my face to her. I reached up and cupped her breasts as my mouth worked over her pussy. In just moments she was coming, grinding herself into my mouth. I didn't stop. As she feel back from me I followed her and kept licking and nibbling at her distended clit. Soon she was bucking into me again. I moved one hand from her breasts and slipped a finger into her wet cunt. She pushed against me taking all of it and then a second. Soon she was riding another wave of orgasm and I watched as she tugged her shirt up and began to play with her own tits. When she came this time it was violent. I thought that she would throw us from the couch as she jerked and jumped under me. When the orgasm passed she fell back into the cushions of the sofa and used her hands to pull me up to her. My lips, my entire face were covered with sex as she drew my mouth to hers and covered my lips with hers. Our tongues meet and danced as she hungrily took my mouth. "Your turn," she said breathlessly. She rolled us over and then began to move down my body. She slipped my shorts down my legs then followed with my panty hose. My cock sprang upright, throbbing in its freedom after being contained so long. Her hands took me and began short strokes on my hard member and then looking directly into my eyes she slowly lowered her mouth to me. From this position I could watch as she lowered herself over my cock, taking it all into her warm mouth. Very slowly she took it in, then raised up letting it slide out until just the head was in her mouth. Repeatedly she slid over me, taking me and releasing me. There was nothing else in the world but her mouth and my cock for those moments. Her eyes radiated a look of pure joy and wanton lust as she sucked me. I felt as if my insides would explode at any second as she worked on my sex. She had to know that I was going to cum, but she didn't move, she continued her slow deep motions on me. Her hands went to my legs and as I felt them slip over the nylons a thrill went through my entire body and I start to shoot into her mouth. She didn't pull away, just stopped her motion and let me empty myself into her. I moaned and grunted and shook, almost crying as the orgasm took me. I could feel everything, the warm mouth covering me and accepting my offering, the hands playing along my stockings, the shoes on my feet and even her bra strap snug around my chest. Every sensation was alive and poured out through my cock into her willing mouth. Finished, I just lay there. She moved up to rest her head on my chest and we fell into a satisfied slumber together. Transformation Ch. 01 Chapter 1: A Couple's Tale This is the first part of a memoir of my marriage. My wife is Nancy, I am Bill and we have been living happily together for over 20 years, the last 10+ as a Female Led Marriage (FLM). Nancy has instructed me to write these accounts in the hope that other couples may try our life style and improve their relationships through it. My wife and I had been married for about 9 or 10 years. We loved each other very much but the sex had never been incredible. Nancy was a strong, confident woman outside the house but at home she tended to defer to me. In the bedroom she was almost shy and while she enjoyed sex it was very conventional, oral sex and intercourse but if I tried to introduce a blindfold or toys she would become upset with me and not want sex again for at least a week. I knew that if she would ever let loose it would be incredible. I also knew that if I suggested that she take charge of our sex life she would get angry with me. I knew that I had to ease her into taking charge so that night in bed I asked her if I could suck her nipples. I knew this never failed to get her started. Each step of the way I asked permission for everything I did. Afterwards Nancy asked me why I did that and I explained that I loved her and respected her and that I wanted that respect to show. For the next several weeks I asked for permission a lot, for everything from asking if I could do the dishes (usually her chore) so she could relax to whether I may be allowed to cum. Then one night I decided to see if she was getting accustomed to this. In bed that night I reached for her breast without asking and got a playful (?) slap on the ass and her words: I didn't say you could do that! YES, it was working. I apologized and asked how I could make it up to her. She said I could eat her pussy, something she loved but never would have asked for before. For the next several weeks I kept asking for permission and doted on her more and more. She was getting used to my doting on her and was now expecting things from me like making sure I had her coffee ready when she got up in the morning. If I missed doing anything she had come to expect she would ask me if I was getting lazy or had just stopped caring about her comforts. One morning as she left for work I asked if I could masturbate. She had always said yes to this request but this time she said no and that we would talk about it that night. That night she said she was sorry for denying me but that she always got upset when I masturbated. She felt that I was being selfish and that my sexual energy should be directed towards her. She said that from then on she would decide when, how and how often I would cum. I said Yes Ma'am, the first time I had addressed her that way. She then said I should get her a drink and make dinner and that she would take care of my needs later. After dinner I cleaned the kitchen while she relaxed with a book. When I was done with this she called me to her and said that I still owed her a proper apology for my earlier selfishness. What this had come to mean was that I was to kneel at the end of our bed and eat her to several orgasms explaining between each one what I had done wrong. I was to go upstairs, strip, kneel and wait there thinking about my misbehavior. About half an hour later she came in after finishing her book and I made my proper apologies. When she was satisfied, three orgasms later, she had me lie on my back on the bed. She said the she had promised to take care of my needs and wouldn't go back on her word. She then said that since my need was to masturbate that I should do so now. I had never masturbated in front of anyone before and the idea embarrassed me. I said that I would rather go without an orgasm than be embarrassed that way. Her words shocked me; "Suit yourself but know that your next orgasm will come by masturbating in front of me. I will still get my orgasms from your tongue so I can go as long as you want to." I gave it some very quick thought and did her bidding right then. After I came she rubbed it all over me and said that I had to go to sleep that way as further punishment for my disrespect. Just six or seven months ago she would have been embarrassed watching me masturbate or even talking about it, now it was a command. I may have bitten off more than I could chew but our sex life was better than ever. I knew then that I was her slave and she my mistress. Nancy's notes: Bill is right; I was very sexually inhibited and insecure of myself in that way during the early years of our dating and marriage. I am grateful to him for making the sacrifices he has to improve our lives together. Over the years I have read a lot on the internet and I believe I have added as much to our lives as Bill has. I do know that at the age of fifty two and in a twenty year marriage not many people have twenty or more orgasms a week but I do. Bill doesn't have that many but since I love a hard cock he can count on four to five a week. I have tried forced abstinence on him but I miss it too much. Transformation Ch. 02 Alone at home Ashkey sat and enjoyed her coffee and contemplated the changes that she was going to undertake in her life. Every day Monday to Friday she had seven hours alone. Normally she would drag her housework out so that it filled all of her day but now she was determined to do something different with her time. She calculated that she could spend an hour at the beginning of the day and get all the appropriate housework done. Then when she had collected the girls she could prepare the evening meal and complete the chores that she had been unable to complete earlier. This would give her a minimal of six hours each day when she could do what she wished and what she wished was to be as dirty and sexy and slutty as she could possibly be. She was not one to apportion blame in her life and she was certainly not going to start now. It would be so easy of her to say to others and to herself that she had become this woman because of the influence of her husband or family or peers. This was simply not true. As a teenager she had been a highly sexed individual and then when she had married and become a mother she had regressed into herself. Yes it could be true that her husband did not make the sexual demands that he used to but that was in part due to the fact that Ashkey had no way encouraged him. She longed to be loved and lusted after again. She wanted to express herself through photography and words. She also knew that she loved her husband and if she could eventually get him to participate or appreciate then it was worth it. If however he was prepared to settle for what they had now then she may have to re-evaluate things. It was not Anton and it was not Tony. All they had done was re-ignite the smoldering flame that had always burned within her. The flame was burning bright and warm in her now and its warmth was spreading throughout her whole body and bringing her alive. Ashkey knew that at this moment she could strip off all her clothes and reveal her naked body and then she could sit and bring herself to orgasm. Now however was not the time? She drained her coffee cup and took the empty mug to the kitchen. She set the alarm clock on the cooker for one hour hence and then she started on her chores. With vigor and zest she rushed through the house making beds, putting away clothes, tidying up toys and generally making the house look as if it had been spring cleaned. She then gathered up the washing and loaded up the machine and hung a load on the line. Just as the last t-shirt was going on the line she heard the buzzing of the cooker alarm clock, pleased with herself and her hours work she re-entered the house. She gave it a cursory glance then satisfied that it would pass her husband's tired eyes she went upstairs and entered the bedroom. Ashkey had decided that her first task in the transformation of her life was to change her wardrobe. Not enough that her husband would notice a startling change but enough that Ashkey could feel good about herself. She took all her hangars out of the wardrobe and threw them on the bed. Then with meticulous cruelty she took those that she was happy with and hung them back up and those she decided no longer suited her new persona she put in a carrier bag for charity. Sadly she reflected as she sorted through her clothes that the charity pile was going to be bigger than what was hung up. This could not be helped. The broom was being swept and she was going to bin the dust. Having cleared and sorted out her wardrobe Ashkey then moved onto her lingerie drawer. By the time she had discarded what she didn't want she was left with very little this coupled with the fact that she was determined to change from pantyhose to stockings meant that she had three bags for charity. Ashkey sat on the bed and looking around realized that she needed a shopping trip. Her wardrobe was due a make-over and today was the day. Ashkey had made her decision. She needed a shopping spree and she had about five hours left in which to do it. She checked her purse to ensure that she had her credit cards and enough cash then she brushed her hair and applied her make-up. Going downstairs she had no idea what she was going shopping for. This in itself was a new experience for her. Whenever she stepped out of the house normally she would have a list and would go directly to where she had to go get the jobs done then return home. Today she had no plan and she was excited by this thought. She was experiencing freedom that she had not thought possible since she had been married. Standing in the hallway she took her coat and was about to reach for the door handle when the doorbell rang. Jumping back with a start she was perturbed. This was not the time of day when she should be expecting the bell to ring. The postman had been and none of her friends had rung to say that they would be visiting. Ashkey managed to compose herself and pulled the door open. There was a man from UPS. "Are you Mrs. Ellmore?" Ashkey stood for a moment taking in the brown uniform and trying to check for id. Then she stuttered "Yes yes I am." "Well madam I have a parcel here for you. Can you sign here please?" Ashkey took the proffered pen and pad and duly signed for the parcel. She closed the door and then took the parcel into the kitchen. She was intrigued about what the parcel contained. It was clearly marked for her. She had not ordered anything and so this had taken her by surprise. She checked her watch and noticed the time and realized that she had to go and do this shopping. This was her day was about today. The parcel would have to wait. She rushed from the kitchen and out the front door leaving the parcel on the table. Ashkey had never been able to afford a second car. Her husband worked all the hours he could just to keep the family finances balanced. Wistfully she regretted the fact that she had not offered to take her husband to work that day. Ah well the bus again. With the other mothers with their babies she stood and waited for the bus to arrive. She saw them struggling with prams and bottles and realized that they were probably off to get the necessary groceries. She smiled inwardly to herself as she thought little did they know that this innocent housewife stood with them was not going to do the family shop but was out to begin her transformation. The bus duly arrived and all the commuters piled on paid their fares and found the seats to sit on. Ashkey managed to locate a seat near the back of the bus. The journey would take her about twenty minutes so she could return to her own thoughts. Her mind took her back to yesterday and the thoughts of all she had done made her aroused again. She could begin to feel herself moisten between the legs and her nipples become erect. She wanted to touch herself but was aware that she was now on public show. Maybe one day she would have the courage. Instead she settled for grinding her pussy into the seat and creating a friction by rubbing her thighs together. She did however manage to rub her breasts as if she had an itch. The scene in her head was so graphic that Ashkey thought that she was once more there. As the bus pulled into the terminus Ashkey was being fucked by Anton in her head and she was cumming. Both in her head and on the bus. She managed to bite her tongue and let the spasms overwhelm her. She knew that she was flooding her knickers and she also realized that the first place she would be going was to buy some underwear and that people if interested would be able to see that just cumm look both on her face and in her knickers. Again that cheeky satisfied smile spread across her face and so with light heart and soiled knickers she alighted the bus and began searching for the shops. Ashkey entered the shopping mall and for the first time that day she felt somewhat nervous. She only ever entered the mall attached to the arms of her husband and/or her girls. Whenever she met her girlfriends for coffee they either went to one another's house or they went to the local café bar. Today she was entering the mall alone and she was suddenly aware of the different types of shops that when she was accompanied she would not think about entering. Her heart was beating fast and the palms of her hands began to sweat. She had to compose herself. A cup of coffee was what was required. She located a quiet shop and took a booth. She waited to be served by a waitress and when her order was taken she began look around herself and the surroundings. Mentally she made a note of the shops that she would normally visit and she realized what a dull life she had actually been leading. Then as her coffee arrived she was making a note of the shops she was going to enter and how exacting this would be. Ashkey drank her coffee then steeled herself and walked out into the mall. Her first stop was la Sensza a lingerie shop. Normally when purchasing lingerie Ashkey would just peruse the rails picking up what she liked and then finding the correct size. Today she had other ideas. This was to an experience. She would normally settle for bra and matching briefs. One thing she did pride herself on was that she had always got her underwear to match. She always went for a full-cup padded bra and knickers that covered her buttocks and snugged into her pussy. She would never consider anything sheer or revealing so never before had she even shown an interest in these rails. Today however she avoided her usual range of lingerie and went to the more revealing items. As she was perusing she was suddenly aware of a presence by her side. At the time she had a thong and bra in her hands. She turned to the stranger by her side and saw it was an assistant. "Do you require some assistance madam?" Ashkey was shocked, not ever had she been offered assistance when she had been shopping. "I am looking to change my lingerie wardrobe. You know new life new underwear." "Ah finally kicked the husband out and moved the lover in madam. Good on you." Ashkey blushed outwardly but still found herself saying "Yes something like that." "Well madam what are you looking for and what are your sizes?" Ashkey spouted out her sizes and as she did she saw a look pass over the face of the assistant. "Sorry have I said something wrong?" Ashkey stuttered "Well madam I do not wish to offend you but when was the last time you actually measured yourself?" Ashkey was a little taken back by the question but when she thought about it she realized that she had probably never had herself properly measured. "I can't remember." She said "Would you like to be measured madam?" Again, Ashkey pondered the question and then she replied, "Yes I would" "Then follow me madam." Ashkey did as she was ordered and an order it was and strangely she actually enjoyed being ordered. The assistant led her to a room off from the main shop floor. It was adorned with mirrors and there was a sofa. There was a coffee machine and a toilet. The first thing the assistant did was offer her a coffee and as she prepared it Ashkey went to the toilet. When she had finished she came out of the toilet and took the proffered coffee. For a few moments the two of them sat and made general chit chat. When the drinks were complete the assistant stood and taking a tape measure asked Ashkey to strip. Ashkey had not thought of this. Could she do it? Transformation Ch. 02 My life was perfect. I had a beautiful young loving wife, two tiny beautiful little girls. Enough money so we lived very comfortably. We really enjoyed our life. Then we were invited by our best friends to help them put on a benefit program to help raise money for a Foundation. Our friends, Savanna and Jonas Lambert, had a foundation that provided plastic surgery for poor children. How could we refuse, Susie, my beautiful wife, had her face rebuilt by Jonas. We were pleased and excited to help anyway we could. Susie, my wife, is a very intelligent and charming girl. She has a photographic memory. She can remember anything she has ever read. Word for word. Savanna, Susie, Jonas and I all tried out for various positions. The owner and General Manager of our largest local TV station was assisting us with several of his staff. Mr. Fred Logan and his people wrote an introduction and explanation of the auction that was to follow. I tried reading it first. Then Jason gave it a shot. We were both pretty bad. I suggested that Susie try it. Susie glanced at the paper for thirty seconds and put it down. She stepped to the lectern and started talking. She was super. She never missed a word, she was energetic, and captivated the few people in the audience. When she was through everyone clapped. We moved on and about six of us tried out for the auctioneer spot. Fred Logan just shook his head. He had his News anchor man give it a shot. He was much better. Then Fred looked at Susie, "Miss Murphy, would you please give it a try." Again she was wonderful. She was smooth, she made everything run like clockwork. Fred Logan walked over to her. "Can you sing the National Anthem too?" Susie nodded. "Do it girl." She sang like an angel. Fred grinned. "Let's just call it the Susie Murphy show." I was so proud of her I didn't know what to say. Weeks later the show was perfect. Susie was marvelous, beautiful in a long evening gown, and in complete control of everything. Fred Logan approached us as I was kissing her after the show. "Mr. Murphy, I would like to speak to your daughter, if I may." I grinned and stepped away. He led her off to a corner and talked to her for a while then shook everyones hands and left. Susie hurried to me. "Guess what? He offered me a job as the news anchor on the evening news." "Oh! Susie! That's wonderful, do you want to try it?" "I don't know, I have you and the girls to care for. How would I ever find the time?" "Darling, you would be perfect at that job. I can handle the girls as long as you save us a little of your time. If this is really what you want to do, go for it girl." She did. She was an instant hit. The stations share of the local evening news doubled the first month. The following month it had fully three quarters of the market. They kept announcing her as Miss Susanna Murphy. That didn't bother me until I noticed she didn't wear her wedding ring on the air. I noticed that she wore it when she came home. I remarked about it and she said the program director asked her not to wear it at the station. They didn't like the on camera people to wear personal jewelry. We hired a nanny for the girls. She, Sigrid, was an older Swedish lady who loved the girls. She took excellent care of them, and being a widow she often spent the night in a room we fixed for her, she was a jewel. Susie spent every minute she could with the girls. Our time together seemed to shrink. I didn't say anything, I just savored every second we had together. She was off on weekends and she loved to cook for us and play with the girls. I loved nap time, then I got to play with her. She loved to tease me and she would disappear after she put the girls down for their nap. I would hear her heels in the hall. She would strut through wearing nothing but her heels. I would jump up and chase her to our bed. Then the fun began. I would hold her down while she struggled to get away. Then I would kiss her sweet lips and she would go limp and let me caress her body with my lips and tongue. When she was ready she would always catch me when I was not expecting it and push me on my back. Then it was my turn to have her love me. I didn't usually last too long before I would grab her and pull her up over my face and lick and suck on her pussy. She squealed with delight as I ran my tongue as deep inside her as I could. Then she would turn around and suck my cock while I ate her out. She would cum a number of times. If I came in her mouth she would either kiss me and feed me some of my juice or swallow it all. We made love again at night. I couldn't get enough of my sexy wife. I believed she loved our sex play too. She had liked to go different places on Saturday nights, often with the Lamberts. Now she just wanted to stay home. I guess she put a lot of herself into the shows. The networks had learned of her and were talking to her quite often. She casually told me she had turned down a job with Fox News, at three times the money, because it would mean she would have to move to New York. After six months she told me she had been offered an afternoon talk show hour. I asked her if she wanted to do it. She grinned at me, "I would like to try it. If it goes well I may drop the news." "I don't see how they could do that. It is the highest rated news show in Florida." "We'll have to see how it goes." I saw even less of her than before. I decided one day to go sit in on her afternoon show. I sat in the very back corner and was very proud of her. She was even more in charge of the show than it appeared on the air. She had a firm grip on everything. She had several local politicians on the show and grilled them without mercy. One poor guy tried to make a statement about his stand on a rezoning plan to allow the construction of a Wal-Mart store. The plan called for the use of the eminent domain powers of the county to take property from individuals to make room for the store. He stated that the change would generate a huge increase in taxes for the area. Susie pointed out that he had voiced opposition to the use of eminent domain on several other similar plans. She quoted him exactly from his old speeches. She challenged him to explain the change of heart. The audience loved it. People had begun to realize that she did a great deal of homework for her show and that she was always very well prepared. Her fabulous memory was her secret weapon. After the show I found my way to her office and asked the secretary to see her. I told her that, no, I didn't have an appointment, and I was informed she was very busy. I gave the girl my name and I said I would wait. I sat in a corner and read a paper. Her office door opened and a very handsome man walked out with his arm around her. He turned and held her in his arms and kissed her passionately and left. She didn't see me. I was in shock. I couldn't move for a few seconds as she went back in her office. I heard the secretary say, "Miss Murphy, I think your father is here to see you." I stood and walked to the door and left. I went to the nearest bar and had a couple of drinks before I headed home. I was almost home when everything went black. I woke up in the hospital. One of my legs was suspended from a trapeze over the bed. It was in a long cast. I had a IV in my arm and a canula in my nose. I felt very groggy and went back to sleep. I dreamed of my Susie. But was she still my Susie? I kept seeing the kiss. I saw it a hundred times. When I woke up I saw someone sitting in the chair. It was Susie, she was crying. I said, "Hi, Miss Murphy. What are you doing here?" She jumped up. She ran to the bed and kissed me. She asked how I felt. I told her I really didn't know. "I don't know what happened. I was almost home I thought, now I am here. This is a hospital, isn't it?" "Yes Dear, it is, you were in a car accident. Someone ran a red light and hit you. Two police officers were right behind you and saw the whole thing. Your leg was broken and you are badly bruised and have cuts all over you." "When can I go home, I miss my girls." "Not for several days, the girls are worried about you, they just keep crying for you." "Have you seen them today? They are four and six years old now you know." "I know that!" "I wondered, they seem to remember you." "What?" "I think they call Mrs. Olson, Mommy now." She stared at me. Tears were in her eyes. "Were you at my office this afternoon after the show?" "Yes, I have never lied to you. I was there." "Did you see Don kiss me?" "Why else would I have a bunch of drinks at the nearest bar before I tried to drive home? I heard your girl say your father was there. You had to know it was me. I guess you feel like I am your father now. I think your are looking for a new father for your kids. Right?" She was openly weeping now. I tried to set up and the leg swung around and hit a post. I screamed. Nurses came running and one of them led Susie from the room. I was put on a gurney and rushed off for x-rays. It was hours later before I got back to the room. After I was settled in my bed I asked about Susie. The nurse said "Your daughter left to do her show. She told us to be sure to tell you to watch her show tonight." They brought me a meal, it was surprisingly good, I was hungry. One of the nurses rushed in, two others were with her. Several more nurses and doctors crowded in too. She switched on the TV and turned up the sound. The announcer introduced the evening news "anchored by Miss Susanna Murphy." Then there she was, God! She was beautiful, really beautiful. She looked very serious, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I have an announcement to make. I am not Miss Murphy, I am, proudly, Mrs. James Murphy. My husband of almost seven years now lies in a hospital bed after a automobile accident today. I also have two darling little girls I love dearly. My husband and my children need me now. I need to be with them. My husband has been neglected lately, he is my life, my strong support and my greatest fan. I cannot live without him. I love and adore him. Thank you, I love and thank all of you for your support and I hate to leave the wonderful people here at the station, my husband needs me now. I will always need him. Good Bye." The announcer introduced the substitute anchor, it was the guy I saw her kissing. I watched for a minute. Then I looked up, all the nurses were staring at me. Several more came in. One said, "She must really love you. To give that up for you." I thought about it. I just grinned. "I hope she does." "Oh! She does, she cried so hard this afternoon I thought we would have to sedate her. Then she said she had something to do and told us to make sure you saw her show." Another nurse said, "I'll bet anyone a thousand bucks she will be here inside of ten minutes, that's about as fast as you can get here from there." No one took the bet. They would have lost. I heard her heels in the hallway. I would recognize what she called her 'heel first slut strut' anywhere. She came right to me and kissed me deeply. She cried a little and said, "I'm here until I can take you home. I won't leave you again." I said, "Good, I missed you very much." She grinned, "I know, I missed you too. I had already quit this afternoon when you saw me kiss Don goodbye." One of the doctors standing there said, "We will all miss you on the news. What are we going to do?" "You will be alright. I have an offer to do a network morning news show from my home. I haven't given them an answer yet. I have to get my man's approval first." Susie was a good as her word. She stayed with me until I was permitted to go home. We had a non emergency ambulance take me home. The driver and his helper carried me in to my bed. Susie waited on me virtually hand and foot. I could get around a bit with crutches but it was very painful. My girls were glad to have me home. Mary the oldest about broke my heart when she climbed on the bed beside me and held my face in her little hands and kissed me then started crying. She said, "Daddy, Daddy, Sissy and I love you so much. We are sorry you got hurted. We want you here with us for ever. Please get better." The girls both stayed with me in my bed as long as Susie would let them. After the girls were in bed and asleep she helped me get ready for bed. I was very tired and dropped off to sleep. I woke up a little later and saw she was not in bed with me. I lifted and saw it was ten after eleven. I thought I heard her voice. I swung out of bed and got hold of my crutches and slowly moved to the end of the hallway. I heard her say, "I am sorry Don, this is how it will have to be. I thought I might love you but I know now I love only Jim. I owe him my life, I can never cheat on him, it will never happen. Do not try to get in touch with me in any way. Just find someone else my sweet boy and remember me fondly, Good Bye." She walked around the corner and saw me standing there. She was startled and stared at me. "You heard everything didn't you?" "Yeah, I guess I heard enough." I turned slowly around and hobbled back to my bed. I lay in my bed and heard her get ready for bed. We both lay in bed wide awake. After a while I felt her move. She sat up and said, "Do you want to talk?" "Sure, why not. What do you want to do?" "I don't intend to do anything. I am where I want to be." "From what I heard I guess you never went to bed with him." "No, never. I couldn't do that. I just couldn't." "Did you want to go to bed with him?" "I don't really know, I never let it get that far. I am very fond of him and he says he loves me. I am flattered by his attentions but I don't lust after his body like I do yours. I know exactly how I feel about you." "Well, that is interesting, to say the least. I am not sure I want to hear that. I think we need to lay some ground rules if we are going to stay married. I love you completely and totally. I also know only too well that you are an exceedingly beautiful woman. I am old enough to be your father. I don't know if I please you sexually or not, but I know there will come a time when I may not be capable of satisfying your needs." She tried to say something and I hushed her. "Let me finish girl, I need to get this off my chest. I want you to be happy, I love you but I am not a strong enough man to share you. If you want out at any time just tell me. I will not try to keep you with me if you are unhappy. If I can't please or satisfy you let me know and we will work something out. As I said, like most men, I have a fragile ego. If you want sex with another man we can work something out. I would have to be present. There can be no meeting anyone, or talking to them or exchanging communications of any sort, without me being present, no love talk, the word should not even be spoken. I would expect turn about to be the only fair way to do it. The same rules apply to both of us. You would have to be present when I had sex with another woman. If either ever does something the other is not comfortable with they just have to say "Stop!" When the time comes that I am unable to perform my husbandly duties I will release you from your vows. I just don't want to know anything about what you do. Until then, no secrets, please tell me everything, I want you to be happy. Do you have any questions or changes to my plan?" "Would you really let me have a lover?" "Hell, No! No lovers, just sex partners." "I could never bear to see you make love with another woman. What if you liked it? Liked it a lot. Then what?" "Then I guess I would have to wait until you had a turn before I could see her again." "Do you have a lady in mind?" "No, none at all. Don't even have any idea of where to look. If either of us breaks the rules, we must give the offended party everything they want in the divorce settlement. The offender gets only what the offended wants to give." "Oh! Jimmy, I don't like this game. I want just you. Please don't do this to me." "Then just agree to my plan. I can never touch another woman without your consent, right. You can't touch another man unless I agree. I really don't see the problem unless you plan on seeing someone and not telling me. Then all bets are off and you and your lover will be in grave danger." "I will eagerly agree with your idea. I love you, I have loved you passionately since that first day you found me. Your love making is pure joy for me. I love everything you do to me. I could never exist without you, dear man, never. Would you really hurt me?" "No, never, but I don't know about your lover. You know I have a bad temper." "I know you as the most wonderful, gentle, caring, and loving man in the world. Please let me cuddle up to you and go to sleep. I can't sleep without your sweet goodnight kisses." "Then you could spend some sleepless nights." "Why?" "After you have been with another man, don't look for kisses from me for a long time, maybe never." "Really?" "Yep!" "Well, that takes care of that." "What." "I need my sleep, I need your sweet kisses. I don't need other men." "You kissed one today." "Oh! Oh no! Please don't be that way." "That is the way it will be." I lay on my back and she lay beside me. I knew she was watching me. I slipped my hand under her and pulled her to me. Her head rested on my shoulder. Her breath evened out as she snuggled to me. Her soft breath stirred the little hairs around my nipple. I waited about an hour until I thought she was asleep. I pressed my lips softly to her forehead. She sighed, "Thank you, now I can sleep." The next morning my baby was awake before me, she served my breakfast in bed. My sweet little girls jumped in bed beside me. I loved it. We cuddled and kissed a lot. Susie brought in our breakfasts. It was delightful. I loved my daughters but I had eyes only for my darling wife. She was so beautiful. After breakfast Sigrid took the girls to preschool. My dear wife sat beside me and we kissed and talked about everything. I asked her to honestly tell me about her fantasies and secret desires. She was naturally hesitant to reveal her innermost thoughts and feelings. She told me of her desires and fantasies reluctantly. I looked her in the eyes and kissed her softly. "What you are basically saying is that you are curious. Right? You have limited sexual experiences. You have had a old man who fucked you only in the ass. You have had another old man who has fucked you every way he could think of. Right?" She nodded. "You have never had a young virile man of your own age. Right?" "I guess so." "I understand how you feel. I have a fantasy too. I have always wanted to make love to a larger woman, large breasts, lush hips, tiny waist, Corset, garter belt, stockings, high heels. I have dreamed this dream many times, for many years. Would I trade you for her? Hell no! No way. I love you. The most I could ever have with her, if there was such a person, is lust. I would never trade her for you, never, never, ever. If she came to me in real life tomorrow I would not touch her. I have too much to loose. I can not live with out you. That dear wife is how I feel." Susie threw her arms around my neck and kissed my lips. "Sweet heart, those are my sentiments exactly. As long as you are alive you will be my man. If I die first I will live an eternity in total bliss because I will know I loved and was loved by my true soul mate." I thought I would never stop crying. Then I felt an iron fist grasp my heart. Pain ran through my chest. I couldn't breath. Darkness came over me. Sweet pure love enveloped me. I awoke in heaven, my angel wife was holding my hand. Her eyes were closed. I squeezed her hand and her eyes flew open. I grinned at her. "Hi Babe! What is going on?" She screamed and people came running. I saw I was back in the hospital. People were taking my vitals and grinning at me. I asked Susie what was going on. She said she would tell me later. I asked when I could go home. She smiled at me and said she hoped it would be soon. Susie never left my side. Later, that afternoon the doctor came in and sat with us. He explained that a blood clot had broken loose from my leg and entered my heart. He said Susie had saved my life by promptly calling 911 and then administering CPR. He said I could go home in the morning, they wanted to watch me over night. I looked at my wife, "Thank you! I guess I owe you one." Transformation Ch. 02 "No Dear, You are still way ahead. Now I must leave you for a little while. I must go down to the chapel and thank God for answering my prayer." Within a few months I was back on my feet and walked with only a small hitch in my get-along. I was eager to start running again but was told to wait another month before I started any high impact exercise. I had gained a couple of pounds and was having trouble getting them off. Susie had signed a contract to do a morning hour long show for a major network. It would be done before a audience here in town. Most guests didn't mind spending a day or two in sunny Florida at the networks expense. It was actually cheaper than putting them up in New York. Susie had her own small studio at a local station, actually it was the same station she had worked at before. I didn't like it one bit because she would not be able to avoid seeing Don again. I said nothing except to ask her if she had any problems with that situation. She thought for a second and said she was alright with it. I asked if I needed to worry about it. She kissed me and told me she would honor our vows and our agreement. I held her tight and said, "I will not worry about it then, but I beg you to keep me up to date. OK?" "Darling, I tell you everything, I have nothing to hide." "So, your first show is tomorrow morning, can I come and watch?" "I would really love that, I love it when you are there. I feel much stronger and more comfortable when I know you are there. I draw from your love. I can feel it when you are there for me." "I will be there as often as you want me there. I always watch you when you are on, it is not the same though." I sat in the back of the audience. Before the show started Susie came out in the audience and took my hand and led me to an empty seat in the front row. She kissed me and looked at the audience and the stage crew. "This seat will always be reserved for my husband. If he is not here it will remain empty." The show was really great, I should say Susie was really great. She was herself as she interviewed her guests. One of them was a famous fisherman, Flip Pallot. She elicited his opinions on how he felt the saltwater fishing resources were being protected world wide. He gave a pretty bleak outlook if a lot more restrictions on commercial fishing were not put in place and enforced. The head of the Environmental Protection Agency was introduced. Susie gently raked him over the coals for not more aggressively pursuing stronger treaties with other nations. The audience loved it. The fisherman and the EPA chief got in a pretty heated discussion. Susie kept control so each got equal time to state is case. Susie stood and looked at me. "Please come up here and tell us how you feel about this. Ladies and Gentlemen, let me introduce James Murphy, he has fished Florida's coastal waters all his life. He is a wonderful fisherman. I know because he is also my dear husband." I walked up on the stage and a chair was brought out for me. I was a bit nervous. Susie smiled at me. That settled me down. She asked what I thought about the fishing situation. "First let me say hello to your guests." I stood and shook hands with the EPA guy, I turned and said, "Good to see you again Flip." Susie looked at me. "I didn't know you knew each other." Flip grinned, "Jim is famous among fishermen in Florida. He taught many of us how to do it properly." I gave my opinion on the state of the fish population. I happened to be familiar with the statistics that showed the declines in the stocks of fish were caused by commercial over fishing. Only a very small percentage of the fish landed were taken by sports fishermen. I said that I thought that some of the fish populations that the world relied on for food would be almost if not totally eliminated within several years. That would increase the pressure on other fish populations. I added that with the rapid improvements in fish catching methods, the seas of the would could be totally barren of fish if restriction were not put in place and enforced very soon. The EPA man said he thought the situation was under control. I interrupted him and Susie stopped me. "Let him finish, Jimmy, you will have your turn," she smiled. When he was finished, Susie looked at Flip, Would you like to comment now?" "No. I will wait to hear what Jim has to add." She laughed, "He is a little hot under the collar. Go ahead now Dear." I had to laugh too! "Ok, sir, I just want to remark that every marine ecology in the world is under stress. Some have already been virtually destroyed already. All the figures show that most countries have very weak fishing regulations or cannot enforce the ones they have. Most commercial fisheries are regulated by the very people who are the worst abusers. The places where fish are protected by realistic bag limits and slot sizes are finding greatly improved populations. Listen to the fish biologists and oceanographers. I know you face tremendous political pressures from these same commercial interests, but think of what we will all face when there are no fish. Millions will starve. Economies will fail. This is so interwoven in today's fabric of life and economics it will be a disaster of unheard of proportions. It is not far off. Now I will get out of your hair and return to the audience." Susie said, "No, please stay." The audience applauded for a long time. After a little more discussion Flip and The EPA guy left. Susie's next guests were Country Music stars, Faith Hill and her husband, Tim McGraw. They were an interesting couple and I really enjoyed chatting with them. There was a lot of audience participation. I enjoyed that to even when I had to field questions about Susie and our age difference. I answered that, yes, I was old enough to be her father. I said the only person my age mattered to was Susie and that so far it didn't seem to matter much. Susie blushed and said, "He is young enough for me. He has always been up for anything I want to do." Then realizing what she had just said she covered her face with her hands. She started giggling then put her hands down. She wiped her eyes and said, "Well it's true." After the show the producer said her wanted to talk to me for a while. I kissed Susie and told her I would meet her at home. The producer told me that I was very good on the show. He wanted to know if I would consider being a regular on the show. I told him I would talk it over with Susie. We talked for about an hour. I headed for the parking lot and saw Susie's Town Car was still there. I turned around and went to her office. The secretary look startled when I walked in. I was at the door to her office when she said "Please don't go in there." I put my hand on the knob and the door was locked. I looked at the girl, she was franticly pushing the intercom button. I stepped back and threw myself at the door. It crashed open. Susie and Don were standing close together. Her blouse and jacket hung open, her bra was pushed up over her breasts. Her skirt was rucked up around her waist. I froze. He started for the door. I pointed at him. "Don't you move a hair. Stay like you are." He was scared to death. Susie tried to say something. I screamed, "Shut your lying mouth." I stood and tried to get my breath. Neither of them moved. I got a hold of my self. I looked at my wife. She was crying. "Take off your panties and give them to me." I turned to him, "Do you love my wife? Do you want to marry her and raise her two kids?" He stammered, "I don....I guess....I think... I'm really sorry.." I took the panties from Susie. The were very wet. Warm and wet. I threw them to Don. "Here is your trophy. You earned it. Now I will give you five seconds to get out of here before I do something we will both regret. Get!" He ran. I turned back to Susie who was weeping. "Shut the fuck up. Have your girl call in the morning and I will tell her when you can send someone for your things." I reached down and ripped the wedding band off my finger. It fit tightly and most of the skin on my knuckle came with it. I threw it on her desk. "Here I won't need it any more." I turned around and she said "What about the girls?" "I'll tell them you decided you don't want to be their Mommy any more. That is correct isn't it?" She dropped to her knees, sobbing. I turned and walked into the door jam. It almost knocked me down. I couldn't see for the tears in my eyes. I wiped my left hand across my eyes and the blood from my finger made it worse. I took out my handkerchief and wiped my eyes with it, wrapped it around my hand and left. Savanna Lambert called me the next morning. "Jim, can I talk to you for a little bit?" "I always have time for you dear. What can I do for you?" "Susie is up in our spare room crying her heart out." "What has that got to do with me?" "Jim, she told us what happened. She made no excuse. I am afraid she is in a self-destructive mood. I have never seen anyone so despondent. She says you told the girls she doesn't love them anymore." "I have not told them anything except that she had to work early to day. They are not stupid. They know something is wrong." "She is afraid you will never let her see them again." "That was my original inclination, I wanted her to have to get a court to order me to let her see them. I don't know that I can do that to the girls. Our divorce will devastating enough for them. Our lawyers can work it out." "Oh! Jim, don't do that, Susie really loves you. She truly does. She wouldn't let the guy screw her. She says when he touched her she knew she could never do that. She was trying to get him off her when you got there." "S'vanna I know you love her, and I know I will always love her too! She pledged to me a few months ago that she would never see him again, never communicate with him in any way. I saw her break that promise. She broke her vows and she broke my heart. How can I ever trust her again. How can I be sure she won't run off with the next young buck with a big cock. Oh! 'Vanna I apologize for my language. Please forgive me. Sob, I'm sorry!" I was crying so hard I dropped the phone. I sat in the den with my girls on my lap. I hugged them and kissed them. They wanted to know why I was crying. I told them I was just a little upset. They wanted to know if Mommy couldn't help me. I said no she couldn't, I wanted to tell them why but I didn't. Sigrid put them down for their naps and I called Savanna back. She wanted to know if I wanted to talk to Susie. I asked if she hadn't gone to work. She told me Susie had called in and quit the show. She said Susie told them she hadn't cashed any of their checks and would tear them up. "What are you going to do Jim? We know this is killing you." "Yeah! I really don't know what to do, I think the kids need her more than they need me, they are very upset about her not being here. I think I will give her the house and an allowance and move to California or Mexico. Or maybe Brazil." "Jim, please wait before you do anything. But please don't go to California." "Why not?" "That is where Don went." "What?" "Yeah, Fred Logan fired him. Told him he had been warned about trying to seduce every woman he saw. Susie said Fred told her he would take her back in a heartbeat. He also told Don if he didn't go directly to California he would blackball him out of the industry." "So when is Susie leaving for California?" "My guess that it will be about the same time hell freezes over. Jimmy Dear, The girl loves you. I know she does, I wouldn't say it if I wasn't positive. Do you know she said she was so proud of the way you handled him. She said she was afraid when you broke the door down you would kill them both. She said she couldn't blame you if you did. She said the hardest thing she has ever done in her whole life was to hand you her panties. She said that almost killed her." "Savanna, girl, what can I do. I do love her. I know I will not live long with out her. I tried that before and I love her more now than I did then. And the girls, I know I will never see them again. Yet, how can I forgive her? How?" "Just don't do anything right now. Let her visit the girls. Let things work themselves out. Please do that for me. Please, Jimmy, please! Jason and I love you both. Please!" "OK, tell her she can come in the morning at ten and stay with them until ten the next morning. Is that OK? It is the best I can do for now." "That is a start." "Savanna, I love you, and Jason too! Promise you guys will look after Susie and the kids. Promise?" "No! No way, you are not getting off that easy. If you love Jason, Me, your wife and girls, prove it. Don't run away again. Stay and fight for them, they are worth it. Please Jim." "I'll think on it. I promise I will not leave you and Jason hanging, I promise to keep you informed. Good bye!" I was long gone by 10 o'clock in the morning. I drove to the coast. I looked for Susie's stepfather. I was informed that he was near death in a hospice near by. I decided to go see him. Surprisingly he recognized me. He asked about Susie. I told him we had two little girls. He said he was happy to hear that and that she was always a good girl. I told him we were having a rough time right now. He said, "Susie will always do the right thing if you let her have her way. She is a real jewel. Never knew her to do anyone wrong." I told him good bye and drove up the coast a ways. I found a little seaside resort and checked in for the night. The next day I had a nice breakfast I couldn't eat, and headed home. I knew I really didn't have a home anymore, just a house. I called home and Sigrid told me the girls were in preschool and that Susie was sending someone for some of her things about noon. She said she had shopping to do. About one in the afternoon the door bell rang. I opened the door. A really good looking woman stood in the door. She stood eyeball to eyeball with me. My eyes dropped down her body as she said she was there to pick up some things for Mrs. Murphy. She had huge breasts, a tiny waist and really lush hips. Long legs on stiletto heels. Damn she was hot. I invited her in. I asked if she would like something to drink. She said she would love a wine cooler. I sat next to her on our couch. She slipped even closer to me. I leaned over close to her. I showed her two one hundred dollar bills. I whispered, "Are you wired." She grinned and her eyes widened. She nodded and took the bills. She was suddenly wrapped around my body. I said, "Damn you are beautiful, the most beautiful and desirable woman I have ever seen, give me a kiss." I made slurping noises. She was grinning now. She said wine made her hot. I said, "I would dearly love to look at your lovely breasts, may I?' "Sure, honey go ahead. Suck on my tities. I love that. Mmmmmm!" Her hand rubbed up and down my erection through my jeans. "I can't get enough of those big hooters dear girl. Please let me fuck you now before she gets home." I handed her another hundred dollar bill. She said, "Oh! Yeah, just shove it right in there." I grunted over and over and heard her say, "Oh! Yeah, damn you are good, fuck me hard, fuck me deep." I kissed her on the lips and grinned at her. She said "I've got to go." and went out the door. She was a really hot girl. It was as much fun as I had with all my clothes on in along time. I was sitting in the den when Susie walked in with Sigrid and the kids. "Hi! How was your day?" she said. The girls ran to me and kissed me. I hugged them hard and paid it no mind when they were ushered off to bath and bed. Susie sat next to me and asked how my afternoon was. I said wonderful, "The girl stopped by and got all the rest of your stuff." "Oh! Bridget, from the office. She is nice." Susie reached out and rubbed her thumb along my lower lip. She looked at it. Then she looked at me. She turned and walked away. I went down the hall after her. She had gone in the bathroom. I could hear her sobbing inside. I wanted to rush in and comfort her, to tell her nothing had really happened. I didn't. I went back to the den and stared at the TV. She was back in a few minutes. She said, "Did you like Bridget? I think she is nice." "She sure is. I am tired and need to go to bed." "Can I stay the night?" "Why would you want to do that?" "So I can be near the kids in the morning." "Sure, you can sleep in the big bed in their room. 'Nite." I lay awake in bed for an hour or so. Then I heard her tip toeing down the hall. She stood and looked at me for a long time. I heard her sniffle. I pretended to wake up. I said "Come here." She walked to the side of the bed. I reached up for her and pulled her head down and kissed her forehead. "There." I said, "Good night." And I turned away from her and closed my eyes. I could hear her softly crying and almost pulled her down to me. Then I remembered the scene when I broke down the door. I knew I would soon forgive her but I didn't want it to be easy for her. The next morning Sigrid and Susie had breakfast for me when I got up. I carried a pair of suitcases when I came out. I put them by the front door. "Good morning Sigrid, how are you this morning?" She looked at me with tears in her eyes, "Are you going somewhere , Sir?" "Yeah, I think it is time. Susanna, Here is a check book, go see Mr. Thomas at the Bank America branch down by Publix and sign a signature card. There will be Five thousand dollars deposited each month on the first. The electric and the phone and cable are all you need to pay for now. If you get a bill for anything else call Jason if he has not already called you. Got it?" She was staring at me as if I had hit her in the stomach. Her sweet little face scrunched up and she dropped to her knees and sobbed. "Please don't leave us, Please, Please." "Susie, I love you with all my heart, I think you know that. I just don't trust you anymore. I think one more time will kill me. I will sorely miss you and the girls. I don't expect to ever get over that. Kiss them for me and tell them I love them." Tears were running down my cheeks now. She stood up and looked at me. "How can you do this to them? They love you." "You will find a replacement pretty soon I think." I saw the fire in her eyes then. "You Bastard, it is alright for you to screw Bridget, then you act like nothing happened while you treat me like dirt over a little kiss or two. Oh! I was totally wrong. I let it go too far. Even a kiss was too far. But I didn't screw him." I grinned at her, "Got ya!" She looked bewildered, "What do you mean?" "Go call Bridget, please." "I don't have to. I recorded the whole thing." "I am going out and get in my truck. In five minutes I will start the engine and leave. You need to get in touch with 'Bridget' before I leave." I turned and picked up my bags and went out the door. I put my bags in the truck and looked at my watch. Three minutes later the door flew open and Susie ran out and yanked my door open, "You dirty rotten Bastard. You let me think all night long you screwed her. I was so hurt. I just couldn't believe you would do that. I wanted her to teach you how someone attractive can lure you into a kiss or two! I never thought you would screw her. You let me think you did. Now I know how badly I hurt you. Please forgive me. Don't leave us, please. I will beg you this once. Don't leave us, please." "OK." She looked up, "What?" "I said OK, I won't leave." She stared at me, then she reached over and lifted one of my bags. It was empty. She hit me hard on my arm, "You rotten son of a bitch, you never intended to leave, did you?" I grabbed her and pulled her to me and kissed her on her sweet lips. "No, I just couldn't do it. It would kill me." Transformation Ch. 02 "Oh! Jimmy, I love you, I really do, I have learned my lesson. No thrill or sex is worth what I went through. I all most killed you. I wanted to die of shame. I felt so dirty. He knew just what to say and how to touch me so I couldn't think right. I learned a pretty exterior doesn't mean a nice interior. I learned sweet words don't make a man." "Yeah, that's right, sometimes they make a girl though." She stared at me then she hit me again, real hard. She giggled, "It always works for you. But you mean what you say. That's why it will always work for you." "Baby, I can not begin to tell you how much I love and need you. I realize after a lot of thought, that you never had any experience with boys your own age. You never had all the experiences with boys other girls go through. You never had close girl friends you could confide in and share experiences with. You were, and still are pretty sexually naïve. God, I pray you don't want to experiment any more. I am not up to it. I think your step-dad had the right idea. I'll just keep you a prisoner and never let you out of my sight." "Mmmmm, sounds like fun." "I need to tell you that I still have a bunch of problems to work out yet before things will be back to normal." "Like what." "When ever I close my eyes I see you and Don together, Your breasts hanging out, your lipstick all smeared, his huge cock hanging out, your lipstick on it." "That last never happened! I never kissed his penis, never!" "I believe you, but that is what I see when I close my eyes. Sometimes I see you fucking him. I never actually saw that either, but my mind conjures it up. Like I said, I have problems to work on. I still don't trust you. I'm sorry, I want to. But it is not there, not yet." She took my face in her little hands, "Oh! Jimmy, what did I do to us? I am so ashamed. I still dream of your face when you burst through that door. You looked like you had been kicked in the belly, then your eyes blazed with cold fury. I knew you would kill us both. I was ready to die. I knew I deserved it. I have nightmares too! But actually, his cock is not near as large as yours." "You found that out? I don't think size matters as much as other things." "Sweetie, Bridget told me you are bigger. She says you are the best kisser she ever had. She said two kisses from you and her panties were soaked. She also told me I was crazy to even compare Don with you. She said for me to please let her know if you were available." "Susie, dearest girl, I would not be here if I thought we couldn't work this out. I would crawl off somewhere and die I guess." She softly pressed her lips to mine. "Yes, I know we can make it work. I don't ever want to go back to work though. I want to spend all my time with you and our babies. Life is too short to waste on anything but being with you." I hugged her. "I have to call Savanna and tell her she can sleep now." She looked up at me. "You always do the right thing. I love you for it, I need to talk to her too! Girl talk." "Before you call I need to tell you your step father is in a hospice on the coast. He is dieing." "I have to go see him." "I saw him yesterday, he knew who I was. He asked after you. I think he loved you in his own way." "Please, let's go right now. Sigrid can watch the girls." "No take them with us. I think he would like to see them." "You are right. I'll get them ready." I took her to see the old man, he was not doing well. Susie was allowed to bring the girls in for five minutes. She kissed him goodbye and she cried most of the way home. We stopped at a Chucky Cheese on the way home, the girls loved it. Susie and I sat in the den after dinner and the girls were asleep. She called Savanna and I talked to her for a while. Susie took the phone and walked off talking with Savanna. I fell asleep on the couch. I woke up and couldn't find Susie. I looked all over the house. I went to check the front door and I heard her voice. I listened carefully, I heard "yes, I did enjoy lunch the other day but I am married and I can't get out at night." There was a pause. "I don't know, I had better not meet you. Well let me think about it, OK" A pause. "I'll call you in a couple of days. Bye Bye." I turned slowly and went back to the den. I poured myself a double shot of 120 proof Captain Morgan Special Spirits Rum. It hit my belly like a hard fist. I sat and put my face in my hands. I heard the front door click shut. Susie walked in the den. "Did you lock the front door?" "Yes I did." "Who were you talking to that you had to go outside? I thought we were not going to have secrets from each other." "I was talking to Tommy, a guy I met the other day." "Thanks for being honest about it. Why did you have to sneak off to talk to him? What did you have to say I couldn't hear?" "I don't know. He asked me to go dancing and I told him I am married and I couldn't go." "You knew you are married when you took his phone number." "I know." "Do you want to go out with him?" "No, I can't do that. I'm married." "That is not what I asked you, do you want to go out with him?" "I don't know, it might be fun, but I can't, so why even think about it?" "Why take his number?" "I don't know." "Susie, I think you need to sit yourself down and think about what you want in life. Do you want to be married? To me? To be saddled with two kids. Do you want to be free to go as you please and not have any responsibilities? Think about it. Sleep with the girls while you make up your mind." "Wait, Jimmy, I need your kiss." "I'm not sure about that, not at all. I think you do fine without it." I went to bed for a sleepless night. She was furious with me in the morning. "Why are you treating me this way. You know I can't sleep when you do that. I haven't done anything wrong. Why punish me?" "I never said you did anything wrong. I don't know if you did. I really think you want to do something I won't like. I am beginning to believe you can't help it. I think you need to go see a shrink. You seem to be fighting desires and needs that are not healthy. Let me take you to see some one." "What, you think I'm nuts?" "No not nuts, just mixed up and confused about what you want. If it were just the two of us I might just say go do what you want, just come back to me. I can't do that. It is something you have to chose and to be aware of the consequences of your actions if you make the wrong choice." "Who are you to tell me what is right or wrong?" "Susie, if you ask that question I know you are sick." "I don't understand." "OK, Here it is in plain language. If you go out and get fucked, whether you wanted it or not you can not come home and be a mother to the girls and a wife to me." "I do not intend to do anything wrong, I just want to have some fun." "With other guys, right?" "I don't want sex. I want to dance and laugh and have fun." "Well, let me see if you want to abide by my rules. First, You may never lie to me about anything you do. Second, if you have sex or exchange body fluids with anyone you will come home and tell me right away what happened. You will not touch the girls or fix their food. You will sleep in the spare bedroom. You will wear sterile latex gloves when you touch them or prepare food. After two days you will go to our doctor and have tests for sexually transmitted diseases. If you test positive you will leave this house and never even attempt to return. If the test is negative you will sleep in the spare room and continue as before, wearing the gloves and all for thirty more days. You will then go have another set of tests. If you test positive, you will not return home, if you are clean you can come home." She stared at me. "Why?" "Because you do not seem to have any regard for your babies or me. If you get aids and give it to them they will die a horrible death at an early age. If you give it to me they will become orphans. I have to think of them. You don't seem to care." "That's not true, I love them, I'm their mother." "Then act like it for Christ Sakes." She grabbed her purse and stormed out the door. I heard her Jeep start and speed off. Damn, did I drive her off? What else could I do? I needed to talk to someone. I called Jason and told him what had happened. He said, "Jim, you may have been a little hard on her. I just can't believe she would do anything wrong." "Jason, you know how I feel about Susie, she seems to have a compulsion to see other men. I don't think she is sexually attracted to them initially. I believe her when she says she just wants to laugh, dance and have fun. I know she never had that growing up. I'm just not a fun guy I guess. I think she still loves me. Maybe like a father or brother. I just don't know. Let me let you go, thanks for listening to my sob story." "Jim, I wish I could help you right now, I do have an idea but I need to consult some people." I sat up that night praying Susie would come home. At three twenty five the phone rang. It was the police. I was told that Susie have been found unconscious laying on a street. They said she appeared to have been badly beaten and possibly gang raped. She had been transported to the hospital. I called Sigrid who came right over to stay with the girls and I rushed to the Emergency room. I wasn't allowed to see her. I talked to a very nice young lady doctor. She said that Susie appeared to have no life threatening injuries. The doctor said she had a broken nose, and cut lips and a torn ear. She had probably been hit in the face more than once. Her body was covered with bruises. Especially her chest and breasts. One nipple had been badly bitten. The doctor was in tears as she described Susie. She said she had been raped by multiple persons and was literally covered with and full of sperm. I cried too! My poor girl didn't deserve this. I called Jason and he and Savanna were both there in a few minutes. Jason was allowed to see her. Savanna was like a rock. I cried on her shoulder. It was a long time before Jason came back. He looked grim. He said , "Jim, don't blame yourself for this. And don't be too hard on Susie, they found Rohypnol in her blood." "What is that?" "It is a 'date rape' drug. She probably won't remember any of what happened to her. Evidently some real nasty people got hold of her. They have identified over twenty different DNA samples in the sperm so far." I had to sit down. "Jim, we had a fuss just before she went out. I told her she could get in situations where she could get raped. Why did I let her go?" "From what you told me, you couldn't have stopped her." "I have to get help for her. This compulsive behavior has to stop. Now." "I have some people I want to send to talk to her when she is awake. They are very good." "Get the very best, I don't care about the cost." Savanna stayed with me while Jason went to his office about a block away. He said he would be back as soon as he could get some one to cover for him. He said he wanted to she her x-rays. He told the staff he would repair her nose and her ear and other damage." They finally let me see her. She was still sedated and she looked like hell. Her poor face was black and blue, the bandage on her nose didn't hide the fact that it was off to one side. She had a bandage on her ear. I bent over her and gently kissed her forehead. I heard her softly say, "Thank you Jimmy, now I can sleep." I cried like a baby. Jason talked to me, he said the x-rays showed the only thing broken was her nose. He left to work on her. Jason told me he had fixed everything he could find. I was allowed to see her again afterward. I sat for hours holding her hand. I thought I saw her look at me several times. I put her hand down and stood up to stretch my legs. I heard her say something. I leaned over and called her name. Her eyes fluttered. She whispered, "Please don't leave me, I love you. I didn't want it, I fought them as hard as I could. Please believe me, don't make me go away." "I won't leave you and you don't have to go, ever." She sighed and she went to sleep. Sometimes I really hate myself. A police detective sergeant introduced himself to me. He said they had four men in custody after two of them went to a doctor for treatment of bites. They were going to make impressions of Susie's teeth for comparison. They were sure from the stories the men told that they had some of the right men. One of those in custody was the bartender at a night club. He admitted putting a dose of Rohypnol in her drink. The dose he used was low because the effects of the drug were multiplied by alcohol. Susie hated alcohol and always had the bartenders make her a non-alcoholic drink. The detective said she was able to fight and hurt some of her attackers before she was knocked unconscious. He said the men they had in custody were talking freely and they had about ten more names. He asked how I felt and how I thought she would feel about testifying in court. I told him I would hate for her to have to admit to being gang raped in court before the world. I also said she would probable want to do it. I told him she was a very tough lady and would do the right thing. She would be a terrific witness because she never forgot anything she saw. The cop grinned. "You think she could identify some of these guys?" "If she got a good look at them she could identify them ten years later, she never forgets a face." "Is she the same girl who used to do the news show on TV?" "Yes it is." "Damn! Everybody loved her." When Susie was permitted to go home the girls cried every time they looked at her swollen and bandaged face. She hugged and cried with them. Every time she would look at me she would cry. Jason gave me the names of several Shrinks, one he recommended very highly. I called and got an appointment for Susie to see that one. A week later we went the meet her. She was a very pretty older lady. Susie wanted me to stay with her during the sessions. I asked Dr. Sloan if she thought that was a good idea. She agreed with me, there were things I did not need to hear. She thought Susie would feel freer talking about her feelings if I were not there. I waited in the waiting room. Susie was there an hour and hugged me when she came out. "I feel better already! She gave me a prescription for an antidepressant. She said it should help a lot. She said she has had very good luck with what she calls sexually obsessive behavior. She thinks she can cure me." "Hey, that is wonderful." "She also say that I was lucky to have such an intelligent and understanding husband who would stand by me no matter what. She is right. I just hope and pray I didn't kill the love you had for me." "That could never happen, I will always love you. I will always want you near me. I hope it will get easier on us though! This has been hard on both of us." "Jimmy, I lay in the hospital and thought of nothing but how what happened had to hurt you. I thought about how I would feel if it had happened to you because you didn't listen to me. I thought about all I have done to hurt the most wonderful man and husband any girl could ever have. I still see the look on your face when you broke in my office. I see it as clear as if it were happening just now. I want to die when I see the anguish in you face. I saw it again when you sat with me in the hospital. Good God, what have I put you through?" "Baby when I married you I was serious about those vows. I took you to hold and cherish forever, I took you for better or worse. I will admit I have had enough 'worse'. But I also remember the indescribable joy I have had with you. The happiest days of my life have all been with you. I will be here for you as long as you want me." "How can you love me now, when I am so ugly, swollen and black and blue?" "When I fell in love with you, you were a skinny little girl, no boobs, no butt, a busted nose, and a split lip. But I fell head over heels in love with you. I still love you." "You make me cry. I do love you too! Oh! Pull in to Wal-Mart so I can get this prescription filled." "Ok! I want to stop at a sporting goods store next." "What in the world for?" "I want to buy you a hockey goal tender's mask or a catcher's mask for you to wear if you want to go out dancing by yourself again." Damn that little girl can hit hard, even when she is laughing. Transformation Ch. 02 When we woke we had a light snack and then the process of getting me ready to go out to dinner began. First we shared a warm bath complete with bath oils. Lovingly we washed each other, caressing the dirt away. Finally when the water cooled we dried and powdered each other, Cat showing me by example how to do it. She asked me to go to her dresser and get two pair of panties. When I asked which ones she told me to chose, a pair for her, and one for myself. I looked through her panties like a seven year old at the candy counter and finally settled for a pair of red and black boy shorts for me. As I lifted them carefully from their place I spotted a pair of black and red ones. I couldn't resist the symbolism and took them for her. "Perfect opposites!" I told her as I handed her the black pair. She guided me to her vanity and once again began to make me into the female version of myself. We did the hair first, curling and blowing and fluffing until it was just right. With each step she showed me what she was doing and even had me try to duplicate some of her moves. She looked at my face, evaluating the situation. "You have a great face high cheek bones and a button nose. There is really nothing much we need to do, but.." "But what?" I injected. "Well you have a few stray eyebrow hairs that really should go." "So what do you do, shave them off?" I asked. "Well, we could do that, but the right way is to pluck them." "Ok, so pluck them." I said stupidly. "I have to warn you, it hurts like a bitch," she said with her usual laugh. She stood in front of me, her bare breasts right in my face as she reached with tweezers to shape the first one. "OH Shit!" I hollered as she jerked the hair from my face, roots and all. "I told you!" She said, still laughing. "And by the way, you need to work on that voice. If you stub a toe and yell out like that you will be uncovered for sure." I place both hands over my mouth and repeated my curse, but this time in a very lady like voice and tone. "Now sit up and take it like a girl!" she said. She was now laughing so hard that she had to lean on the counter top to stay upright. I couldn't help myself, I had to join her. This was really pretty funny. Next she started on the makeup. This time we sat side by side and she would show me what to do then watch as I tried it. I had to redo several things a few times but eventually I learned the way to apply eye shadow, mascara, and blush. Turning the brush through my eyelashes was easy, but outlining my eyes with the eye pencil took a few tries before I could do it without pulling away. She taught me how to highlight my cheeks with the blush, spinning the fine brush over my face. We worked with the lip liner and gloss a few times before I mastered that too. She took out the drug store bag and handed it to me to open. Inside I found stick on nails, red polish and clear covering and a pair of clip on earrings. Taking my hand she applied the nails to each fingertip. While she waited for the nails to dry in place she lift my feet to her panty clad lap and did my toes in the bright red polish. Once the fake nails were set she began to shape them for me. I watched fascinated as she worked on my hands. Man hands quickly became a woman's fine hands. Next she applied the same flame red to my fingertips. There is something especially feminine about nail polish, particularly red. I felt sure that she had picked the color intentionally to reinforce my image. Fingers and toes done she lifted my hair and slipped the earrings on. "I really wish you had pierced ears," she said as she did it, "I have some earrings that would be perfect for you." "Right now I wish they were too," I replied in earnest. We each applied some of her perfume and were ready to dress. Of course my dick was sticking straight up by now and when I stood up she saw it and just shook her head. "My God Jessie, can't you control that thing?" I was pushing the front of my red panties out. She stood in front of me and took me in her hand and began to stroke me. "This is what, three times today? I don't think you have ever been this turned on before." I tired to play it off, "Cat you know how hot it makes me to see you running around in just panties! Damn you are the sexiest woman I know." "Yeah, right! Have you looked in the mirror in the last few minutes buster? You are giving me a hell of a race for that title! Besides, I think you like this." I didn't say a word, after all what could I say as I stood there in full makeup wearing her panties. She stroked me until just before I came and then grabbed a wash cloth to catch the mess in. "I'm not ruining my makeup this time!" she chided me. Funny, I understood and agreed with her. She handed me a fresh pair of panty hose and when I had them pulled up tight she reached from behind under my butt and pulled my cock back as far as it would go. Then she cinched the hose up tighter. I slipped the same panties back on my legs and snuggled them in place around my hips. "Oh go ahead!" she said reading my need. "Go put your shoes on." I almost ran across the room to the bedside and picked up the white strap sandals. It only took me a moment to fasten them on my feet. I strode across the room in my four-inch heels loving the feel of them on my feet, and on my entire body as I walked back to her. I couldn't help stopping to admire myself in the mirror. When I got back to her she had the second package on the counter. She removed something from it that I had never even imagined existed, a breast form. There on the counter top was a pair of tits, complete with nipples, erect nipples I might add. "Wow!" I cried as I looked in wonder at them, "are those for me?" "Well they sure as hell aren't for me lover! Oh, and don't ask what they cost." She showed me how they had to be submerged in hot water first, then pressed to my chest to take the inside shape that would mold to my body. As we waited for them to warm up properly she took an alcohol swab and cleaned my chest. Gently she removed them from the soak and lifted them to me. I could feel the heat as she pressed them hard against my chest using the cover that protected the outside of them. Once they had cooled she removed them and again cleaned my chest with the alcohol. She applied spirit gum to the inside mold of the breasts and pressed them back on me. I was looking down as she held them in place and for the life of me it looked as if my wife were feeling up my gorgeous tits. After several minutes she gingerly removed her hands and magically the breasts remained in place. Cat applied a coat of foundation and then some lighter blush to my upper chest, to the rise of my breasts and then stepped back. "Amazing!" she cooed as she looked at me, "go look!" I turned to the mirror and found a well-shaped lady, with perfect c cup breasts and hard nipples looking back at me. As I stood staring in fascination Cat spoke from behind me. "I wasn't too keen on the erect nipples, but that's all they had. I thought we could just cut them off a little," "What!" I yelled, "not my tits you don't!" "Yeah, that's what I figured!" she giggled. "I think you will have fun with these, I know you will certainly draw some stares!" Cat got a bra out for me saying that she wasn't sure of the "integrity" of the attachment and thought that I should wear a bra until we at least had a chance to test them better. The one she picked was a light lace red demi-cup that lifted the weight of them nicely and helped to shape them even more provocatively than they already were. The red bra and panties looked great together. Then she led me to the closet and we began the hunt for clothes to wear. I tried on several skirts, discovering that my waist was about two inches bigger than hers. We had to look for skirts with an elastic waist and finally settled for a cream colored button up that reached to mid calf. At first I wanted something shorter, but Cat reminded me that I had no experience in lady like modesty and might find the short skirt difficult to deal with. She also pointed out that the button up could be left unbuttoned for the last four places and give a very nice swing to it as I walked. It would also be comfortable to sit in. She hinted that there might be another advantage, but I was already enamoured with the fabric swishing around my legs. For a blouse we choose a white slip over that was almost peasant cut, allowing me to bare a shoulder if I wanted to. I walked from the closet and to the dresser where I picked out some jewelry. I chose one of her gold watches, a charm bracelet, the same anklet that I had worn earlier and a pair of necklaces. I was done. Cat stepped to her dresser again and removed a garter belt. As she held it up to straighten the straps my dick tried to rise again. "Oh God, you're not going to wear that are you?" I asked in a husky voice. "You're always trying to get me to wear it, to dress sexy, so I thought that tonight I would, just for you dear," she was smiling as I have never seen her before. Cat's a normally happy person and her face radiates when she is in a good mood, but this was way more than I had experienced with her before. She was too happy for my good I thought. She slipped the garter in place and rolled stockings over her beautiful legs as I stood and stared at my sexy wife. I was beginning to ache already with the want of her and knew that it was going to be a hard night. She slipped the black panties over the stockings and then walked back into her closet. When she returned she had on a short black skirt and a silk black blouse. The skirt was about two inches above her knees and full cut to swing as she walked. The blouse hung loosely about her, moving with every motion of her body and clinging to all the right places. It was obvious to me that she wasn't wearing a bra as the fabric slipped across her hard nipples. "You look just plain fucking sexy!" I groaned at her as the impact of her outfit took me. "Why thank you, you ain't half bad yourself girl!' I guess that really hit me. We were going out as two girls, not a guy and his sexy wife, but a girl and her sexy girlfriend. I had a moment of shock as I took that in, but before I could really get too scared she was there and had me in her arms, covering my mouth with hers. She held me for a few seconds, then whispered in my ear, "Take a look in the mirror honey." I turned my eyes to be able to see in the glass and there was the most incredible sight of two girls locked in an embrace as obvious lovers. I think every man has a weakness for seeing women together and here in the mirror was one of my fantasies, my wife with another woman. I cupped her breasts through her silken blouse and heard her moan into my mouth. She returned the favor, but of course I couldn't feel anything, still the sight of her hand on my breasts was thrilling. She slipped into a pair of black pumps and took my hand leading me out to our adventure. She held the car door for me and as I started into the seat said, "See if you can get in without flashing me." I tried, working first my butt and then my legs into the car. She smiled and cooed, "Oh what pretty red panties you have my dear." She had picked a nice Italian place to eat and on the drive there we chatted as I played with my skirt, practicing how to get the material to fall over my knees leaving my thighs slightly exposed. I found myself looking at my chest. My God I had tits! I couldn't believe it and several times I found my hand going involuntarily to my chest to test the weight and size of them. I experimented with the blouse, leaving first one shoulder bare, then the other, then neither, trying to move enough material of show some cleavage. Holding my blouse away from me I could look down and see the rise of my breasts into the bra and the deep valley between them. Letting the blouse lay on me I could see the two points made by my hard nipples. I was mesmerized by myself. We turned into the restaurant parking lot and Cat told me that it would be valet parking so to be ready to exit like a lady. As we parked two young men in red coats held our doors open for us. I sat for a moment and watched as Cat first turned her hips then lifted her feet out of the car. I duplicated her movement and as I started to stand I could see his eyes fall to my legs, then move up until they locked on my hard nipples. He held out a hand for me. Instinctively I took it and let him assist me from the car. His eyes didn't leave my breasts until I was fully standing in front of him. Here I was standing all of 5' 10" in my four-inch heels holding the hand of the valet as he ogled my breasts. I stood paralyzed under his attention. Cat took my arm and led me into the restaurant. I heard the stereo tapping of heels as we walked through the door arm in arm. We were quickly shown to a corner table where we were seated. Cat declined the facing seat and took the one on the side of the table next to me. I smoothed my skirt as I sat then parted the front opening allowing it to fall either side of my legs. I scooted around a got comfortable in my chair. Cat reached over and covered my hand with her. "Nervous?" she asked. "Of course I am," I replied with a grin, "but I have got to admit I haven ever been so excited, or horny." Cat was beaming, her whole face alight with the happiness and excitement of this. I knew that she had been having fun with all of this, partly from putting me in my place, partly from winning the bet, but there was much more going on here. The waiter came, introduced himself and left us fresh water. Nervously I took a sip. For the first time in my life I left lipstick marks on a glass. I sat staring at it. Cat patted my hand and smiled at me. "Looks kind of sexy doesn't it?" she asked in a soft voice. "Yeah, or at least I used to always thinks so when you did that, it sort of turned me on because it was just so feminine. Seeing it on my own glass is really mind blowing." I looked at her suddenly feeling very vulnerable and frightened. In a choking voice I asked, "Cat do I really look alright?" She raised her hand and cupped the side of my face lovingly, "Honey you look great, fantastic! Just try to relax and enjoy your experience." I smiled at her and we took up our menus. A couple of glasses of wine followed by a great pasta dinner helped to relax me and put my mind at ease as everything went along just fine. Cat and I talked. We talked as I had never experienced before. Cat led the conversation into topics of fashion, celebrities and female oriented politics. I was amazed that I could not only follow along but actually contribute to the discussion. I guess reading the paper every morning had helped, and I also must have paid more attention to female-sided topics than I thought over the years. We moved into her girlfriends and degenerated into gossip quickly. I was learning things about the private lives of our friends and neighbors that I would never had known otherwise. All I knew about my friends was basically their favorite football team and golf handicap. Now I was getting inside information about finances, children, and even the sex lives of people I thought I knew. I had to wonder if they all knew as much about our life. I quickly picked up on her habit of touching when she spoke. She would place a hand on my hand, or arm, or shoulder or even my leg as she leaned in to relate some bit of juicy information. I found that doing so in return increased the sense of intimacy and involvement in the conversation. Soon I was telling my own stories of women, and even some of the men I met through my job. I was surprised at how much I really did hear from them and was seeing that for some reason most of them felt at ease talking to me. Cat listened with attention to every word I had to say, and I found that I was doing the same. No one paid any undue attention to us, at least that I had noticed. That is until Cat leaned over to me and spoke. "Honey, don't panic and please don't look, but there is a man over there trying to peek up your skirt." My face must have been a riot of expression as Cat broke into a fit of giggles. I jerked my legs together and reached to tug down my skirt. "Slow down Honey," she said, " there is nothing to get upset about. He is just trying to check out your panties." I don't know why that confused me so much, but it did and I just stared at Cat. She was getting a big kick out of my dilemma. "He's been looking at us, you mostly, for about a half hour, I wanted you to be more relaxed before I made you aware of it. This is just one of the things you put up with when you chose to wear a skirt." I was shocked, "You mean this happens all the time?" "Oh don't go getting self righteous on me, how many times have you been on the other end of this buster?" I just grinned, "Who me?" "Yeah, you. I always knew when you were checking out some legs or doing a little panty peeking, I just let you think I didn't know." Now I was even more confused, "Why?' "It didn't hurt anyone and it always got you in the right mood for me, so what's the harm. Besides, you obviously enjoyed it." "Ok, ok, so now what the hell do I do?" "Well you have several choices in this situation. If your skirt is long enough, and yours is, you can just tug it down or rearrange it a little to cover your knees, or you could simply turn your knees away from him so he can't see anything. Of course in a restaurant like this you could place your napkin on your lap and let it cover your knees. The thing is to do it so that he doesn't know that you know he is looking. Once it becomes common knowledge it can get embarrassing for both of you." She continued, "That's assuming that you really want him to stop looking." I still hadn't moved, hadn't done anything but stare at her since she began this lesson in "skirt etiquette". "What do you mean, if I want to?" "Oh, I don't know," she said with a sly smile, "maybe you are in a really good mood, feeling kind of sexy or daring and want to tease him a little. Or maybe you are just a pervert and want him to look up your skirt." I was stunned, "Damn Cat, you mean you guys really do that, let men look up your skirt and see your panties?" Her smile turned to a lopsided grin that said, "Duh, earth to Jessie!" "Look Jessie, just between us girls, ok? If you tell my husband I will fill your douche with pepper juice, I swear! But yes, sometimes I feel sort of playful and sexy, especially if I am out with him, and I will tease a little. I mean who does it hurt, right? It makes me feel, oh I don't know, special, sexy, attractive, and a little naughty." I still hadn't moved other than to turn my head and catch a look at the man she was talking about. He was not bad looking, maybe in his late 40's or early 50's and sitting across from a well-dressed lady who was obviously his wife. With each forkful of his desert he would move his eyes to my legs. I really didn't know how to feel about that. Cat saw my discomfort and continued, "Now when you wear stockings and garters, like I am tonight, it's as if you hooked a rubber band to them. Every time they turn away from you their neck just springs back around. It is really funny to watch." I was just staring at her, dumbfounded. She went on, "If I'm feeling really naughty I will let my skirt ride up and show the lace at the top of my stocking and maybe a garter strap or some bare skin." I think she knew all too well what her confidence was doing to me. I could feel the head of my dick struggling under me, trying to get free in vain. Transformation Ch. 02 "Do all girls do that?" I asked still in a bit of shock. "Well I can't speak for all girls, but why do you think most panties are in such bright colors?" I knew that hers were, with few exceptions, very bright colors. I took a deep breath and asked the question that was now in my head, "this afternoon, when you were in that little skirt and didn't have any on, did let anyone peek then?" She just patted my hand and said, "Oh that was all for you sweetie. Of course if someone else got a little peek I didn't know about it, so no harm done, right?" I had to keep going on this, "Have you ever, I mean without panties on?" She looked at me as if weighting whether or not I could handle her answer. "Once, a couple of months ago, when my husband took me out for our anniversary. I knew it was going to be a great night and that we were going to have some real sweaty sex later and I was feeling very special. He was so nice to me that I got all dressed up the way he likes, you know, short dress, high heels, stockings and no undergarments at all. I didn't wear a garter because it would show under the dress I picked. My nipples showed all night too. Anyway, while we were at dinner the guy across from us started looking. I couldn't resist and I gave him a show he will never forget. I thought he would choke on his steak when he first saw that I was bare." She was telling me all of this as if I were her best girlfriend, an intimate confidant. I knew that this conversation, and probably all of the ones before it tonight, were to remain separated, isolated, from my normal life. This was information that Jessup, her husband, didn't have, couldn't have. I was beginning to realize just what a bizarre experience I had embarked on. The waiter returned to our table just then to ask about a desert order. Cat and I agreed on a chocolate treat that we would share. We were both watching our weight after all. As the waiter stood near me I noticed again that his eyes kept returning to the two little bumps made by my hard nipples. It was a little embarrassing, but still in a way exciting. Cat returned to her story as soon as the waiter moved on. "Showing off like that made me feel so horny and so naughty that I gave Jessup a blow job in the car. That was a first for me! God he was thrilled, you should have seen his face when I leaned over into his lap." How well I remembered that night! I could still feel the surprise and delight of it as she spoke. I had wondered why she was so turned on; I guess I knew now. "So what do I do now, I mean if I want to let him have his little peek?" Cat smiled at me, a knowing and warm smile. "Are your legs crossed?" "Yes." "Ok, first remember that he can't know that you know what's going on, that's the biggest secret to all of this. It has to appear unintentional, an accident. Do you understand that?" "Yes, well no, not really, why does it have to be an accident if I know that he is looking?" "Silly, if he knows that you know then you're just a slut! If it's by accident then he is just a pervert looking up some poor girl's dress. Instead of lowering his opinion of women he goes away thrilled but somehow thinking he owes us something for being such an ass." I stared at Cat in amazement. I had never known such a devious mind before, and to think that I had been married to her all these years and never suspected how psychologically skillful she was. "God, you're terrible, but oh so cunning!" I complimented her. "Ok, now," she began, "put both feet on the floor and be sure that your knees are pointed at him. Then raise up and push back in the seat just a little and at the same time fiddle with your skirt as if your are trying to straighten it out. It would help if you lifted the hem just a bit as you did it, but he will see what he is after anyway. Don't try to look at him, I'll let you know his reaction." I did as she had told me, lifting, turning and fluffing my skirt. I remained facing her as if in conversation and I could see by her face and the growing grin that the guy was all eyes and they were looking in the right spot. I knew that my bright red panties were like a spotlight under my skirt glaring in his eyes and I felt as good, as elated as I had at any time in my life. I felt as if I had just won a major swim meet. Just then the waiter arrived with our desert. Cat squeezed my hand, then let go to dig into our chocolate treat. We talk more and laughed and giggled and had a generally great time until finally we had to leave. We stood and headed for the door hand in hand drawing admiring and curious glances as we passed. When I got back in the car I managed to do it without showing my panties to the attendant. Cat complimented me on my grace as she drove off. "How about stopping at a club on the way home?" she asked after a short drive. I wasn't sure about that idea, but knew that most of the places she would pick were crowded, nosey and dimly lit. Screwing up my courage I replied with a small smile, "Why not!" No cover for ladies, boy I liked that, I got in free! The club was what I had expected and pulsed of the energy of young people having fun. We found a table near the dance floor and ordered more wine. We hadn't been there five minutes when two men approached to table. "Would you ladies like to dance?" came the question. I hadn't even thought about that possibility. The idea that some guy would ask me to dance never even entered my mind. I stared at Cat wide eyed, the proverbial dear in the headlights. "Give us a little while to settle in guys," she told them. "Come back in about half an hour and ask again, ok?' With a devilish smile the taller and better looking one teased her in reply, "You're not going to let some other guy come over and steal you out from under me are you?" As they walked off I turned to Cat and grabbing her hand asked, "We're not really going to dance with them are we? I mean I'm not really going to dance with one of them?" She grinned, "Well sweetie, that's up to you, but I plan to have a good time. It's been a long time since I have danced with a strange man!" I just stared at her then downed my wine and held it up for a refill. The waitress was right there and I gulped a little of the new one before I could speak. "I guess I'll have to try, I can't let you have all the fun!" We settled in to our seats and just looked around, checking things out. So far I have to say the two guys that had come over to us were the best looking of the lot. Then I realized something and turned to Cat. "I have to pee, I'll be back in a minute." She started laughing again. I was getting a bit tired of giving her so much amusement. "So what's so funny this time?" I asked a little put out. "Nothing dear. I have been holding it since the restaurant waiting for you, I thought you would never go." "Why in the world did you do that?" I asked perplexed. "Well just think about it silly, where are you going?" "To pee...." I started, then stopped, "Oh, OH!' "Yeah, Oh!" I guess I wasn't thinking; what was I going to do just waltz into the men's room and whip it out? She saw the realization of my situation as it crossed my face and took pity on me. "I was waiting for you because I thought you might like some company on your first powder room visit." She stood up and took my hand and almost dragged me to my feet. Gals go to the powder room together all the time so no one thought a thing of it. I was trembling a little as we pushed through the door into the Ladies room. It was a little different than what I was used to, that's for sure. There was as much counter space as there was room for stalls, and three women were currently using the mirrors to fix makeup and hair. There was one open stall and Cat turned to me and said, "You go first honey, I'll wait for the next one." Inside I locked the stall door and then breathing heavily pulled my skirt up and my panties and hose down. My cock sprung to attention the second it was free. I had to pee, and bad I realized, but how to do it with such an hard monster sticking up was a challenge. I sat down, leaned as far forward as I could and then forced it under the lip. That worked and I gushed into the bowl. Once done I sat back up and faced my second problem, how to get that thing back into my pantyhose and tucked away. I thought about masturbating, but didn't want to no matter how horny I was right then, I wanted to save all of me for Cat, everything I had. I tried to think of non-sexual thoughts, but have you ever tried that with your panties around your thighs and your pantyhose pulled down while you held your skirt above your hard dick? Probably not huh? After a few minutes I heard Cat call to me. "Honey is everything alright?" I wasn't sure what to do so I replied," I am sort of stuck here, I can't get things fastened up, can you help me?" I reached and unlocked the door and she came in. That would never happen with two guys I promise you! She immediately saw the problem sticking out in front of me and had to cover her mouth to keep from giggling too loudly. "I think I can help you with that," she said smiling at me. That was what I had hoped, that she would relive me and I could get everything back together. "Jessie do you remember me talking about the living room windows and wanting to do something about them?" What in the world was this I wondered, talking about windows at a time like this. "Well last week I had some people in, a couple that designs and installs window treatments. They used a computer and came up with a really beautiful plan for our windows. I think you will love it, and it's only $8000 for the whole thing." I sputtered, "Jesus Christ Cat are you mad, 8 grand for 6 fucking windows, what's the matter with you!" "Oh now Jessie they are really fantastic, you will simply love them. They custom make the valance, and use silk drapes and gossamer thin sheers behind them and there is even accent lighting built in the valance panels. They also have power shades, just push a button and the shades come down to block the afternoon sun and give you a little privacy." My ears were starting to turn red I was so hot. I was about to reply when I felt Cat's hand grab my now flaccid dick and push it back into place while the other hand pulled up my pantyhose. "Well that worked just right!" she said grinning again. She leaned forward and whispered into my ear, "A dick can't think of two things at once." I was still standing there open mouthed as she turned and left the stall. I smoothed my panties back in place and made sure that my skirt was settled right and then walked out to find her at the mirror. "Come freshen up your face," she said. Trying my best to remember the things she had shown me earlier I touched up my lipstick and ran a brush through my hair. I had to ask though. "You weren't serious about the $8000 windows were you?" We looked into each others reflection as she answered, "don't be silly, of course I was! I was trying to think of a way to tell you about it all week, and this was perfect. Now every time you see them you will either laugh at the humor of it, or get all excited remembering how you agreed to it." I just groaned. We hadn't been back at our table more than a few minutes when our suitors reappeared. This time they introduced themselves, the more forward and bigger one was Roy and his companion was John. "Ready for that dance ladies?" Cat stood taking his hand and as she turned toward the dance floor John picked up my hand. I was at the point of no return. Slowly I rose and followed his lead to the floor. He turned me to him and we started to move to the music. I was so glad that it was a fast dance and I wouldn't have to deal with being held close. I was stiff and unsure of my footing in the tall heels as I moved to the rhythm of the song. Little by little I loosened up and began to enjoy the freedom of the dance. Soon it was over and we were about to return to the table when the DJ started the slow song that I feared. John didn't give me a chance, didn't ask, just took me in his arms and began a slow two step. I could feel the pressure of his chest on mine, the grip of his arm around my back and the feel of his hand on shoulder. I was a turmoil of fears and emotions as I did my best impression of ginger Rogers, dancing backwards in high heels. I caught Cat's eye as she danced past us. It was obvious that she was enjoying both her dance and my situation. Her arms were wrapped around her partner's waist as they moved together. I hesitated, then imitated, circling my arms around John. When I did he moved closer to me, pressing the length of his upper body to me. My cheek matched against his shoulder and just before the dong ended I was able to relax enough to rest it on him. As the song end I found my voice and spoke up, "I have to sit down for a minute." John led me back to the table and helped me into my seat. He seemed concerned as he asked, "Are you alright? You look out of breath." If he had only known. I was almost hyperventilating. Cat stayed on the floor for one more song before joining me. In the mean time John had another round of drinks sent to our table. "So?" Cat asks all bounce and excitement as she joined me. "What do you think of all this?" Just then another round of drinks arrived courtesy of Roy. "I really like not having to pay for my own drinks," I replied, avoiding the real question she was asking. We danced with the guys several move times over the following hour, switching partners once just for the novelty of it. I became more relaxed and confident with each set, and near the end was no longer feeling the panic that the first dance inspired. After a long and slow number the boys again escorted us back to our table, but this time instead of moving off to their own place they sat with us. They took seats uninvited, feeling pretty sure of themselves. Cat winked at me. "So girls, what do you have planned for the rest of the night?" Roy asked. "Why Roy!" Cat said with mock surprise in her tone, "are you trying to pick us up?" My heart stopped. I knew how this worked, I had been on the other side of it often enough before getting serious with Cat. More drinks, another club and even more drinks, a lot of groping in the car between places and then, if their plan worked out, back to one of their apartments for a roll in the hay. That definitely wasn't in my plans! Right then I honestly didn't know how Cat was going to handle it. "Well Catherine, (she only let me call her Cat) you can't blame me can you? Besides I think you girls are having fun with us and might like to continue it." Cat smiled at me and then at the boys. "Roy, I'm sorry if I misled you. I mean we really enjoyed the dancing and appreciate the drinks, but when we leave here tonight I am going to take Jessie home with me and we are going to fuck each others brains out." I think my mouth dropped open, I'm sure that Roy's did, I was watching that. For the first time since he had come to our table his glib tongue escaped him. He was totally speechless. Cat just continued to smile as she raised her palm to touch the side of my face. Roy finally stammered, "You aren't serious are you?" "Oh yes, very serious." Cat replied calmly. "Fucking dike!" he said jerking back his chair and getting to his feet. "Um Hum, all night long," Cat said with her typical smart-ass smile as he rose. John was just shaking his head and chuckling, "The two hottest girls in the place, wouldn't you know it!" As he walked away I could see him still enjoying the irony of it with good humor as Roy fumed like a bull. "My God Cat!" I exclaimed, "what did you just do?" "Oh, I'm sorry sweetie, did you want to get laid tonight? I can go tell them I was just teasing." "Shit! No! But you just told them that you're a lesbian!" I blurted out a little too loudly. She just looked at me, then returned her hand to my face, cupping my cheek, "I am a lesbian," her eyes met mine with a look of love and need, "for you." She leaned forward and gave my lips a light kiss. For the next 20 or 30 minutes we just sat, declining offers to dance from several men. We watched the people in the club while making comments about this guy's hair, or that gal's dress. We tried to imagine the conversations at the other tables and even started to make up silly dialog for them. We were laughing, touch and enjoying each other company as we never had before. I slowed way down on my drinking. I had two reasons, I didn't want to get tipsy and make some silly mistake that would embarrass both of us, and I didn't want to repeat the bathroom experience. I didn't think Cat's little trick would work again, and even if it did I couldn't afford another $8000 hard-on tonight. Two young Ladies came in wearing their best "I'm going to get fucked tonight" dresses and Roy was back in action. I wished him luck, well at least I wished John luck. Finally Cat turned to me and said, "See that guy at the bar?" "Oh, which one of the twenty some odd are you talking about?" "Near the end, the older guy in the nice sports coat, a little gray at he temple?" "Ok, I've got him." "He's wearing nice slacks, good shoes, that coat is expensive and his hair cut is very well done, probably expensive too. I'm going to get him to dance with me." "And, pray tell my dear, how are you going to accomplish that?" I asked in exaggerated doubt. "Why with my girlish charm of course!" she said and then with much more grace than I was capable of played out the little move she had taught me earlier in the restaurant. "Oh God Cat, You're not!" "Oh yes I am! I'm warning you girlfriend, if you ever even hint of this to Jessup I will never forgive you." I just sat, flabbergasted as she "adjusted" her skirt and wiggled around in her chair. I could see her braless nipples against her shirt, the same ones that had so entranced Roy earlier. Still looking at me, as if riveted by our conversation she asked, "Can you see the tops of my stockings?" I looked down at her legs. "Yes." I said pouting, still looking at the lace tops of her hose and one visible garter strap. "What are you doing Cat?" I asked again. "Well my husband always says that if you want to catch fish you have to use the right bait. I think he was talking about clients at the time though." I had surely said that, a lot of times, but never with this in mind. "He's as good as hooked!" Cat continued, "I'll bet you that he is over here asking me to dance in less than five minutes. Or did you give up betting?" "Bitch!" I jabbed. It didn't take five minutes, it didn't even take one. Before she had finished her sentence the guys was headed to us. "Good evening Ladies," he said in a deep and resonant voice. Turning to Cat he held out his hand and asked, "Would you care to dance Miss?" Without a word Cat took his hand and glided off to the floor leaving me behind. I declined another offer to dance and sat watching them, I was jealous. They danced apart, moving in a fast rhythm to the music but they did look good together, too good. When she returned to the table she was babbling about how he was a doctor and single and oh so polite and such a gentleman. I was turning over inside wanting to yell, to scream at her, but with a great effort controlled myself. The music changed to a slow sensual song and from behind me a voice asked, "Would you be interested in dancing with me." I didn't even look up, just stood up looking right at Cat. She could read my eyes, I know she could, but the mirth in hers said she thought this was hilarious. Transformation Ch. 02 I followed my new partner to the floor, taking inventory of him as we went. Not bad, about 6 foot and 180 pounds of what looked like all muscle. He was good looking enough, good looking enough for me to give some back to Cat I thought. I fit easily into his arms as he led me in the steps. I saw Cat turn down an offer as she continued to watch me. Good, I thought, now watch this. I wrapped my arms around the guy's shoulders and his found their way around my waist. We moved closer, legs touching with the steps. The feel of his firm thighs against mine sent a shiver through me. His leg would push my skirt aside and his pants would brush against my hose sending a tingle up my leg. With each turn toward our table I watched Cat watching us. I lowered my head to his chest and saw Cat sit upright in her chair. Good! Without obviously leading the dance I slowed the pace down until we were just about rocking in one spot, bodies now molded together. Cat was grinning like her Cheshire namesake. Why? One of his hands moved up my back, across my bra strap and up to tease the hair at the back of my neck. The other dropped a little below my waist. He leaned forward and lightly blew along the side of my neck and across my ear. A tremor shook my body, and as it did I felt his erection grow against my belly. Cat was sitting all the way forward in her chair not caring who knew that she was watching me and my partner. She wasn't smiling now, she was licking her lips and the set of her face was pure lust. I wasn't ready to back down, I had set out to make her as jealous as I had been and even though things weren't going quiet as I planned I couldn't quit now. Looking in Cat's face, feeling this man against me, his hands strong on me, his breath on my neck and even his hard cock pressed tighter to me now had me so confused that I couldn't think. I couldn't have told you my name at that instant as it felt like ripples were coursing through my body and my balls ached for release. His hand had moved lower as we danced and then I felt him cup a cheek of my butt and squeeze. "Oh God!" I moaned in a horse whisper that trembled out of me. The number ended. If it had gone one more minute, one more squeeze, one more long breath on my neck I would have cum right there. I staggered back to our table and my gracious partner thanked me for the dance and asked if he could come back again. "Maybe later," Cat answered him for me, "she is a little tired right now, it's been a long day." Cat looked at me and raised an eyebrow in question. "Oh God Cat, he all but fucked me on the dance floor," I moaned. "You sure looked hot out there girlfriend!" she teased, "damn hot!" I took a big sip of my wine and tried to control my beating heart. We sat through another couple of songs before she said that we had time for one more dance before we left. "I want to dance with you," she told me. I turned to her about to make some excuse. "Come on scaredy-cat," she said taking my hand, "you know how all the guys like to see two hot chicks together!" I sat. "Dance with me, Please?' she cooed. What could I do, I got up and holding hands we made our way through the crowd to the floor. The song was perfect, a slow rhythmic tune. She started by standing in front of me and raising my arms over my head then slowly, very slowly drawing her hands down the curves of my body. She ended in a crouch at my feet then with snake like motion came back up to face me. I started to move then. Whenever I danced as a guy I was always afraid to allow any emotion into it, to let someone see me give into the dance. I was afraid of looking like a fool. This night I couldn't resist the music; didn't want to resist it. I gave into it without shame or self-consciousness. Cat and I moved together and separately; we made two parts of one dance as we twisted, slithered and touched. We made love in motion on the floor and the rest of the world disappeared from our minds. Never did we touch sexually, but never did we stop. Our entire bodies became sex, our minds instruments of intercourse. I guess at some point I noticed people watching us, just standing aside as we moved around them, through them, but it never really registered. Our eyes remained fixed on each other, our hands in symphony of love and touch, our bodies waves of rolling need. My eyes were blurry from sweat or tears, I'm not sure which and it doesn't matter. Cat's breasts danced their own pirouette under her blouse, moving points of excitement. When the song ended we just stood, facing each other. Then the clapping began. All around us people were applauding our dance, our love. I ran to our table too embarrassed to face even Cat at that moment. She wouldn't have that though, she took a small bow and then came to sit with me. "I think it's time we made our way home, don't you lover?" she said softly to me. "Oh, please, let's go." We didn't talk much on the 20 minute drive home. At one traffic light Cat asked me to kiss her. I leaned over and covered her mouth, our tongues meet and my hand went to her breast. When we separated I could see the couple in the car next to ours staring open mouthed. In our foyer Cat took my face in both her hands. Looking into my eyes she said, "Honey, go to the guestroom first, please." Then she walked off from me and up to our room. I entered the guestroom not knowing what to expect, but certainly not what I found there. On the bed lay a pair of stockings, a garter belt, crotchless panties, a half cup bra and a short shear cover up. All in white lace of fine quality. On top lay a note on Cat's pale blue stationary. For My Virgin Shower and change May we love, share and enjoy all of each other For the rest of our life. Your Cat. My eyes were moist with tears as I read the note and touched the tantalizing fabric. I noticed the singular "life" in the note. Cat's grammar was to good for this to be an error. Slowly I undressed in a daze. When I removed my bra I checked the breast forms and everything seemed to be holding firm. I wondered about them in the shower, but so far Cat had been right about every thing so I was trusting her here too. I ran the shower and as it warmed I cupped the weight of my large chest. I had quickly adjusted to the size and weight and now as I held myself I noticed with surprise just how real they felt under my hands. Looking in the mirror confirmed the realness. In the shower I had to struggle not to use my hand to satisfy the all-consuming need in me. The throbbing of my cock called for relief. I did my best to keep my hair and face dry as I lathered my body and rinsed off. Once dry again I found the sink top covered with an assortment of the makeup I had used earlier that evening. Remembering Cat's instructions I applied fresh eye shadow, blush, mascara and lip stick. I touched up the foundation base on my chest, brushed out my hair and applied a little perfume in what I hoped were the appropriate places. I wrapped the garter belt around my hips first. When I had seen Cat in hers earlier I had wished then that I could wear one too. I sat on the end of the bed and slowly, carefully pulled the stockings over my smooth legs and clipped them in place to the garter. Then the bra. I wrapped it around me and shrugged my shoulders into the straps. I carefully arranged my breasts into the half cups that supported them leaving the nipples uncovered. I slid the panties up my stocking clad legs and into place. I had never been so hard, so sensitive as I was as I pulled myself through the opening in the panties. I stood in front of the dressing mirror. I know some people would say it looked obscene, an otherwise very sexy looking female figure standing there with a hard cock poking from her front. At that moment it felt and looked like the most natural thing in the world. I slipped on my heels and cover up and taking a deep breath walked to our room. I was as nervous as a schoolgirl on her first date as I stepped through the door into our room. Cat was sitting on the end of the bed and she was beautiful. Her outfit was identical to mine, but all black. I couldn't move. Cat looked radiant. She rose and moved to me holding her hand out to me. "You are absolutely beautiful," she said as she neared me. "I am so lucky to share my life with you." She took my hand in hers and touched my face with her other then brushed my lips with a soft kiss. I looked into her glowing eyes. "Cat, how did you know?" I asked in a soft almost choking voice. She looked at me in serious reply, "Honey I love you, you are the most important thing in my life, how could I not know that you would enjoy this even if you didn't know yourself." "Oh Cat!" I moaned "Shush," she whispered. "I saw your reaction when that guy flirted with you today. I was surprised and thrilled by just how much you did enjoy this. Sooner or later this was going to happen, I am so glad it is now. I love you." She led me to the bed, "Lay down on your back sweetie," she guided softly. I did as she asked and lowered my self to the sheet. She sat on our huge marriage bed next to me. "This is going to be a special night for us my love. You are going to, no, we are both going to experience a whole series of new things together. Try to relax your fears and let yourself live just in the moment, just in the feeling." Her hands traced along my flesh and lingerie sending shivers through me and extracting moans from me. "Tonight you are my lover, my girlfriend, and we are going to enjoy each other. Tonight there will be several firsts for you, I hope that you can enjoy them." Her lips covered mine and her tongue probed into me. "Relax my love and completely let yourself go." Her hands traced back up my body and getting to my arms raised then over my head as she had in our dance. "Leave your hands up here sweetie, don't move them for anything." Picking up a scarf that was lying on the bed she draped it over my face, covering my eyes. "Don't worry about what you can see, only what you can feel." She began to slip her hands over my body. Sometimes the pads of her fingers would touch me, other times just the tips of her nails. Her hard nipples touched my soft flesh and left trials of fire behind them. Her soft lips caressed me with light kisses all over and her teeth nibbled in other places. My body was twitching with each light touch. As her hands slid up the silken covering on my legs every nerve ending in my body followed the progress, every sinew and fiber rippled as she crossed it. Sometimes she would touch just one place at a time, then cover my body with countless tingles of her own skin. I ached as never in my life as her hand moved from the stockings to my bare thigh then circled across my belly to trace four finger nail thin lines up each side of me. She played with my neck, my face, my belly and my legs. She caressed my high-heeled foot and blew her warm breath over my belly that quivered under her. Mine became a world of sensations, of feather light feelings that stroked to my heart. My responses were jerks and convulsions of muscles. A continuos low moan escaped with each exhale. Cat spoke to me all the time she loved me. "You are so beautiful, so sexy. Your skin is so soft and smooth. I love the feel of your stockings under my hand" She asked questions, "Can you feel this, how does that feel, do you like it when I do it this way?" All I could do was moan. I could feel my erection throbbing and my body starting to rise and fall as I approached an orgasm. Cat read the signs too and began to whisper in a husky way, "that's it my love, I want you to cum for me. I want to give you fantastic pleasure my sweet, let yourself go and enjoy." As I raised up the final time, my whole body thrusting into a climax I felt my cock burst. Cat wrapped her hand around it as the first wave shot from me. Her hand was like fire as she started to stroke my pulsing cock. She was hard, pulling down, stretching the skin tight and the jerking up. With each thrust of her hand another gush leapt from me to arch through the air, hot and free. I could feel my semen landing on my body and it seemed that each splash inspired a fresh burst. I could feel it run over my skin to puddle in low places or slip from me. I could feel it penetrate the fabric of my lingerie and soak to the skin under it. Each pulse seemed to be ripped from my soul, from someplace deep inside. Cat was making a sound that was half laugh and half a cry. "I knew I could do it!" she choked out between breaths. "I knew I could make you cum as a woman, using your whole body." I felt Cat move on the bed and I opened my eyes. The scarf had fallen away in my throes of pleasure and I could see her face. She was radiant. She moved up me. Her body covered mine and she was unconcerned as she slid through wet spots, moistening her own skin and lingerie. She lowered her lips to mine and took them, her tongue took mine and her hand curled into my hair. I drew an arm down from above me and cupped her head, pulling her closer, tighter. Her fingers trailed up my chest and I felt her cup my breasts then move on. She slipped through a wet spot and I felt her spread it over my chest. Then her fingers moved into he hollow at the base of my neck. There she traced little circles in the puddle that had gathered. Her fingertips slipped in small circles, expanding and spreading. She leaned back and looked into my eyes. She lifted her hand to her lips and with the tip of one finger wet them as if applying lip-gloss. Then she lowered her lips back to mine. She kisses me hungrily, greedily then rose back up. This time she wet her lips, then dipped the finger again and moved it to my lips. She coated me with my own seed, slowly, deliberately moving her wet finger over my puffy lips. She kissed me again. Next time she rose she smiled and said, "My turn lover. I want you to do everything I did to you and make me cum without touching my sex." She rolled back onto the bad and waited for me. I moved carefully to her. As I moved I could feel new trails of my semen run this way then that as my body turned and gravity worked. At the bottom of my breast form, right in the center of my bra I could feel a little puddle collect. I didn't care, no that's not right, I did care, I cared that it felt so wonderful to completely abandon myself. I truly wanted, desperately needed to give this woman everything she had given me, more if possible. I traced light fingers over her, over her stockings and bare thighs, over her rippling belly, over her bare breasts above her half bra, across her throat and face. I kissed tenderly her fingers, her toes, her thighs, her neck and her eyes, I suckled at her nipples and lightly bit them with my teeth. My tongue flicked at her belly button, her ear lobes and her distended nipples and the entire time words poured from me. I told her about her beauty, her charm, her sexuality, I told her how much I loved her laugh, her smile and her shinning eyes. I told her how wonderful she was. I told her how pretty her pussy was and how amazing her tits looked lying in the bed under me. Her breath was coming in short raspy intakes and her face and chest were flushed bright red as she neared the end. I slipped a finger to her lips and she eagerly sucked it into her mouth as I blew a long slow breath that started at her waist and traveled down her body, passing her belly and ending on her open and wet sex. She came at once. She tightened every muscle in her body and racked up and down as the wave pulled her into another place in time. She jerked her hips several times and she muttered incoherent things and her hands flew to her breasts to hold them tight. Slowly she recovered, first twisting back and forth, then settling back into the mattress. Her eyes half open she said to me, "Oh God, Jessie, that was beautiful." I beamed with happiness. For a minute I watched the woman I love. Then she scooted back on the bed and propped herself up on pillows against the headboard. She ran her hands over her skin and told me, "that was the most awesome orgasm I have ever had!" She began to move her hands in a more sexual way, teasing herself. Her hand slid to her pussy, first covering it, then with pink tips spreading it open. A finger slipped into the glistening slit and started moving in slow circles. Her other hand went other breast and began to flick the nipple with the thumb. I watched fascinated as my wife masturbated in front of me. Her lips parted slightly and her tongue flicked out to lick them as her finger moved in ever increasing speed on her clit. She pulled her nipple between two fingers and held it tight. Just when I though she would go over the top again she stopped. She reached under the pillow next to her and brought out a vibrator. It was pink, her favorite color, and about six inches long. I hadn't known she even owned one of them. She twisted the base of it and it began to hum. She cradled it against her cheek, then moved it across her neck, over her breasts stopping at each nipple before moving on. She rolled it in her palm over her belly and then was finally at her center. She drew her knees up, digging the heels of her shoes into the bedcovers, and turned the vibrator vertical. She pulled it up between the lips of her wet pussy. When the tip of it was at the top she pressed it on her clit and moved it ever so slightly. I wanted to fuck her so bad, to just plunge into her. And I didn't at the same time. I wanted even more to experience this new sex, this total taking of the mind and soul that she was showing me. I knew that she was letting me into the most personal and intimate part of her life, that she was showing me, teaching me. She hypnotized me. She started to pull herself down the bed until she lay flat on the rumpled sheets. She was watching me. She reached out with the toy and placed it in my hand. "I want you to do it. I want you to eat me and fuck me with this." I took it from her and she pulled her legs up and apart, opening for me. Following her example I started at the clit, duplicating what she had shown me. Her hands went to her breasts and squeezed them and held each nipple between a thumb and finger. She pinched them and pulled them out as she looked at me through hooded eyes peeking out of narrow slits. Slowly I started to move the vibrator more, pushing it further down each time. Then I tilted the base away from her and oh so slowly started to slide it into her wet tunnel. I lowered my face to her and covered her upper pussy with my mouth, then gently I slipped my tongue out to touch her. She jumped against me, pushing herself into me. I began to push the vibrator in and out of her, going deep in long smooth strokes and pulling almost all the way out. She was soaking wet and my hand was covered with her love. My tongue licked and flicked on her clit for minutes that seemed hours and seconds at the same time. She was encouraging me with her words. "Oh, yes baby, fuck me! Come on sweetie lick me, fuck me." Her hips started moving, rising to meet the descending toy. My head matched her movements as my tongue kept up a steady tempo. Soon she was writhing under me getting close to her breaking point and she became louder, more vulgar in her pleas to me. "Oh fuck, harder! Push it in my cunt! Oh God, suck that pussy, make your bitch cum!" She lifted up, taunt between her neck and heels and quivering like a bow string as she let out a loud "Oh FUCK!" and came in a rush of rapid jerks and warm fluid. She collapsed to the bed the vibrator still inside her, laughing in a shaky voice as she clamped her legs together and rolled to her side. Transformation Ch. 02 I couldn't believe how overpowering her climax had been. It had started in her head and toes and traveled her body to center in her sex. It had taken possession of her. Gradually she calmed down and her breathing returned to normal. She reached between her thighs and removed the toy. "Your turn," she smiled at me. Much the same as the first time Cat made love to me with her hands, fingers, lips, tongue and breasts. This time though I kept my eyes open and watched as she tantalized my body into total submission. She sucked on one of my fake nipples and I swear that I could feel it as my real breast under it tighten and the nipple pucker. She offered me her breast and I took it tasting the dried semen for our first session and not caring. She worked her way down my body and soon was between my legs. She moved my knees up to mimic her earlier position. This time she did take my erection in her hand and teasingly slid her tongue up the shaft. Her other hand went between my legs and began to play with my butt, squeezing and cupping and caressing. Her mouth lowered to me and took me inside of her farther than ever before. As she held me in her mouth I first heard, then felt the vibrations of her toy. The first touch of it on my rear sent a shiver through me and caused an involuntary withdrawal. Her mouth tightened on my rigid cock and I moved back to her hand. She played the tip of it over me, circling and lightly probing me. Slowly she slipped me from her mouth and while looking into my eyes brought the toy to her mouth and took it in, wetting it as I watched. She moved toy and mouth back where they had been and I felt the pressure of her hand pushing the tip of the vibrator into me. The tapered end slid in easily, parting me for the wider shaft of it. Deep she went inside me until I moaned. Then she held still, mouth and hand, as I adjusted to the new feeling. Holding her mouth steady she started to work the plastic dick in and out of me, fucking me with it much as I had her a few minutes ago. My mind was completely blank as my body was lost in the sensations I was experiencing. Too soon I felt the rising in me, felt the climax approaching. I couldn't stop but didn't want it to end so soon. Cat sped up her strokes and started to work her mouth over me as she pushed me to my end. She wanted me to cum, she needed me to cum and I was powerless to prevent her from making me cum. I arched just as she had when the orgasm hit me, I shook and jerked as she had as I emptied myself into her mouth. This climax wasn't as long or as copious as the first but every bit as powerful and all consuming. When Cat lifted her mouth from me I could see her lips glistening. From the corner of her lips a small trail of me ran. She moved up my body, her mouth closed tight, her eyes bright. I knew what she was going to do. Maybe I should have been shocked, repulsed and turned away, but I wasn't. I didn't. More than anything in the world I wanted to share our love, wanted to share everything she knew and felt, wanted her to share everything mine. As she drew close I parted my lips and when hers met mine I accepted her offering. Still warm from my body and her mouth my semen poured into me followed by her tongue. We kissed and tasted. We lay cuddled for a time then Cat nudged me into motion and we headed for the shower together. She helped me undress, showed me how to remove the makeup and remove the breast form, cleaning it and me of the spirit cum. We showered then curled into bed and slept the perfect sleep together. Transformation Ch. 02 This the second story in my account of my life over the last ten years. I would urge you to read Transformation: A Couple's Tale for a full picture of our life together. A month or so after my forced masturbation incident and in full swing as my wife's slave (a role I was enjoying very much), I again found myself kneeling and apologizing to Nancy between her orgasms. I don't remember what I had done wrong at this point but I do remember what followed. After she was satisfied that night she wished me a good night's sleep and rolled over Since I was very worked up at that point I asked (probably a little too angrily or whiney) if I could masturbate. She said "No, you don't deserve relief yet". After tossing and turning for an hour or so and believing that she was sound asleep I quietly went to the bathroom and took the problem into my own hand. When I came back to bed and settled in smugly thinking that I got away with that one I heard the words "That was a big mistake but I am too angry to deal with it right now". I thought I was going to sleep well after my orgasm but instead I lay awake worrying about what was to come. The next morning Nancy said that she was still too irate too deal with me and wouldn't even listen to my apologies. I was told that she would decide how to handle this while I was at work. Great I now had a whole day of worry ahead of me, I had never seen her so mad at me and I had no idea what to expect. When I got home from work that evening Nancy's sister Chris was there drinking wine with Nancy. We had never been public about our relationship before so I knew that I would have to wait for what I was to receive. I had stopped on the way home and picked up the makings of Nancy's favorite supper hoping to ease her anger and was ready to get to work in the kitchen. I was told that Chris would be staying for dinner and that after refilling their wine glasses I should go back to the store and get more of whatever I was cooking. I was also told not to have a drink since she had a quick project for me in my woodworking shop and I would be running my table saw. When I asked what the project was I was told that it was something she saw on the internet and it shouldn't take me long to duplicate. After I cleared the dishes and served desert I was told to go get the page off the printer and go to my workshop, make what I saw (forget putting on a finish since it would be used tonight) and present it to her in no more than one hour. As I left the room I heard both ladies giggle, hmmm. What I found on the printer was a picture from a catalogue. It was a wooden paddle about four inches wide by eighteen inches long with a two rows of one inch holes running down the length of it. I was puzzled by this since the only time Nancy had spanked me was lightly with her hand after which she was very remorseful. For at least a week she kept apologizing to me and telling me how much she loved me. Her punishments usually were making me go longer periods without orgasms. I didn't know if she intended to actually use this on me or not. When I came back from my shop Chris was still there so I hung out in the kitchen hoping that she would leave. Nancy called me in and informed me that Chris had drunk too much wine to drive home and since her husband Bob was overseas on business she would be spending the night with us. I was then told to get undressed and bring her the paddle. This embarrassed me greatly as this part of our life had been kept secret as far as I knew. As embarrassed as I was I was also very excited with visions of a threesome going through my mind. I entered the room with a very hard cock leading the way. Nancy flew into a rage at this. She calmed herself down and took the paddle from me. She had me stand in the center of the room with my arms at my side facing her and her sister as she spoke to me. "This is about punishment not about sex. Last night I told you not to masturbate but you did anyway. I have explained to you before that your orgasms would be at the time of my choosing and you agreed to abide by that. When you chose to disobey me it showed me major disrespect. Now you walk in here sporting an erection in front of my sister, which is very disrespectful to both of us. You may be excited now but by the end of this all your blood will be rushing to your ass and I doubt you'll be able to get it up if we both work on you. This is about pain and I want it to be on your mind every time you sit down for the next few days, in fact if it looks to me like you are sitting comfortably we will repeat this. I love you very much and hate to inflict this kind of pain on you so I have explained our relationship to Chris and asked her to administer the spanking. I originally was thinking 20 swats but with your behavior tonight I am going to double that and allow Chris to add as many as she thinks appropriate for you wagging a hard on at her. If you fight me on this it will only get worse for you. Now bend over a stool and hang on and don't forget to count out the strokes or we might need to start over" Sixty strokes later I had tears running down my face and an ass that was so red it could light up the room. I was told I could sit and have a drink now if I wished, I declined to sit. I was told that any sex was out tonight but tomorrow night I would be expected to give a proper apology to both women. The next night after I had cooked, served and cleaned up from dinner I was naked on my knees at the foot of the bed waiting to apologize. I had not tasted a pussy other than Nancy's since we started dating over twenty years prior. I was anxious for this but worried that Nancy would not handle it well and my life could turn to hell. Nancy came in and said that I was not to look at other naked women nor touch them with my hands so I was blindfolded and my hands were tied behind me. Chris entered the room and laughed at my predicament. She hadn't had an orgasm since her husband left town over two weeks before and asked if she could go first. Nancy told me that I had better make her proud or I may not be forgiven, - which in her terms meant no orgasm for me. I started with a verbal apology and then leaned forward to begin licking. I was totally surprised when my tongue met Chris's ass instead of her pussy but did my best to satisfy her. She actually came this way and told my wife that an old boyfriend used to do that and she missed it greatly since Bob refused. It was then Nancy's turn and she was curious to try this as well. She was unable to cum from this but liked it so much she rubbed her own clit while I kept at it. Orgasms for each of them and I still hadn't gotten a taste of pussy, damn. The apologies and orgasms continued for hours while I continued to lick front and back. Fortunately Nancy was good with it all and the sisters laughed and joked throughout. Nancy said that I was forgiven and she wanted to ride her cock. I was told to lie on my back so she could ride me. The pain in my ass was still too much for this and both girls laughed like hell. I was told that when Nancy could ride her cock hard I would get my next orgasm. It was a week before I could accomplish this. Nancy's notes: I love my husband dearly and hate this type of punishment so I only resort to it when Bill is extremely out of line. In the ten years I've ruled our lives I can count on one hand the times I've had to resort to this. I did learn from this experience that Bill hates to be humiliated this way and although I keep our life private at home, only my two sisters and my best friend know about us, we like to travel and I take it public then. I will have Bill write about this in the future. I love the thrill of control while I watch Bill's discomfort. I also learned that I love having my ass licked and it has become a regular part of our lives! As far as behavior at home all I have to do is put the paddle in a more prominent place or invite either of my sisters over (yes Jenna has come to punish Bill now as well) and he falls right back in line. P.S If you're wondering about Bill keeping his mouth shut about this to Bob it's not a problem. Miss Chris as Bill now calls her has plenty of pictures on an SD card that he would rather stay there. Also the issue went away shortly after when Chris decided that this could work in her household as well. There are now matching paddles hanging in all three of our kitchens. Transformation Ch. 02 I awoke the next morning and felt better that I had in a long time. Apparently giving a stranger a hand job while masturbating is an amazing stress reliever. I jumped into the shower and stood there letting the hot water flow over my body. Using the wash cloth I soaped up my body before finally I just started to really explore. Running my fingers across my breasts, pinching and gently twisting my nipples. Down my stomach and between my legs, feeling how slick I was, the walls of my pussy grasping at my fingers. Down my legs marveling at how smooth my skin felt before coming back up caressing my firm ass. Letting my fingers slip between the cheeks of my ass I began to probe and slide my fingers into my asshole, definitely a pleasant feeling I would be returning to. Finally rinsing off I wrapped myself in a towel before stepping out into the room to discover a pile of clean clothes on the bed. While I was drying off I kept looking at myself in the mirror and it took me a minute to realize what was missing. I used to have tattoos on both my shoulders and they were gone. I slipped into the matching black silk bra and panties and was pleasantly surprised at how good the fabric felt on my skin. Quickly getting dressed in the shorts and a tank top I opened the door before pulling on the socks and sneakers I spotted under the bed. A few minutes later Dr Jameson walked in with an Air Force major that I assumed was my lawyer. The major was accompanied by a tech sergeant who seemed to be in charge of carrying everything. "Ahh Sara you're up," Dr Jameson said, "Excellent. This is Major Richmond and Sergeant Majors. They are here from the base to help you get started with rejoining the world. So how are you feeling today? Just wanted to let you know based on your test results it looks like you will be out of here tomorrow morning. How does that sound?" "Sounds great Doc," I said, "Is there somewhere private the Major and I can sit down and discuss matters?" He gave us directions to an empty conference room a couple of floors down and we headed off. After stopping at the hospital Starbucks, which I had never heard of but the major insisted upon, we settled in the conference room and got to work. Most of the paperwork was surprisingly straight forward, even the legal name change was being expedited to the front of the line. We were there a couple of hours but by the time we finished the major said he had an appointment with a federal judge that afternoon and everything would be taken care of. I could get my new ID cards as soon as he brought me my paperwork in the morning. No time was being wasted to make sure I had nothing to complain about. I even knew where my ten years of paychecks had gone. Today was starting out to be an excellent day. After Major Richmond left I headed down to the cafeteria to get some lunch. I was munching on a not totally horrible sandwich when Tiffany showed up with several Victoria's Secret bags and plopped down next to me. "I see you already dug into the clothing stack," she said her lower lip stuck out in a pout, "and here I was going to bring you something comfy to wear under your clothes." "These were on my bed when I got out of the shower," I said, "I thought you asked someone to put these out for me. The underwear is lace and matching." When she started shaking her head I realized where the clothes came from. "Never mind," I said, "I know who left them." "Who, who was it," she asked? "My late night visitor," I said smiling behind my sandwich. Tiffany's eyes flew open as she caught my meaning. "Do I even want to know what you did," she asked, "Wait a second, yes I do want to know but not here. Let's go check out the rest of the clothes and we can go through them. Did you find out when you are being discharged?" Walking back up to the floor I let her know I was being discharged tomorrow once I had all my new paperwork. I was stunned at how much clothing they had on hand for me. They had converted an unused storage space into a wardrobe. I knew just from looking at it there was a lot I would never wear but I could at least see it went to someone who needed it. Growing up I had always been a jeans and t-shirt kind of person, I guess with my new life even that might be changing. I let Tiffany pick me out an outfit for tomorrow and I was going to have to figure out how to transport the rest. Heading back to my room we ran into my mom as she was coming off the elevator. Giving her a hug and introducing Tiffany she followed us to my room. Surprisingly Dr Jameson was waiting for me when we got there. "Ahh Sara," he said, "I'm glad you are here. There were a few things we needed to discuss before you are discharged tomorrow." "Ok Doc," I said, "let's have it. Nothing you can't say in front of my mom or Tiffany." "Very well then," he started, "first of all, and I am sure this will be a relief, you don't have to worry about having a monthly cycle. Whatever the retro virus was it left your ovaries incapable of producing eggs so you are completely infertile. Other than that you have received a completely clean bill of health from every department that has seen you. I am however going to recommend you see Dr Michelle Hanson, she specializes in gender reassignment and sexuality and while your case is unique I think it might help. Also I want you to return for blood work every six weeks for the next six months. If there are no changes then we can see about longer periods between visits. Your situation is so incredibly unique I want you to be sure to follow up. I also received a phone call from Major Richmond and he will be sending Sergeant Majors over first thing in the morning with your paperwork. He said no later than nine a.m. so we can work on discharging you about that time. Any questions?" I had glanced at my mom when he mentioned the infertility and I was pretty sure they had already known as she didn't really react to the announcement. I suppose she was disappointed knowing there wouldn't be any grandchildren and I found myself strangely torn at the thought. I guess the part of me that was so accepting of being female was disappointed and yet the part that was still male was thrilled. "Actually Doc," I asked, "is there any reason why I couldn't be discharged tonight?" "Well I would prefer to keep you under observation for another night," he answered, "but no there is no reason we couldn't discharge you now." "Doctor," my mom suddenly spoke up, "can I have a minute with my daughter? Alone." There was something about the way she said 'alone' that had me feeling this wasn't going to be pleasant. The room quickly emptied. "I wanted you to know I like the name you chose," she said, "Sara Elizabeth Riley. It's a good name. I know you were probably expecting to move in with us but now that you are awake and healthy your father and I want to move up to the property near Pine Top." I suffered a few moments of brain lock before what she said really registered. "Pine Top? Where the fucking hell is Pine Top? What the fuck are you talking about," I asked? I was confused, when the hell did my parents start buying property and yes I know I shouldn't be swearing at my mom but sometimes my inner jarhead cannot be denied. "Sara, your dad and I both retired a few years ago and you being in the hospital is the only thing that has been keeping us in the Valley," she told me, "We both want to get away from the heat and we have a manufactured home already set up just waiting for us to move in. We picked up the property a few years ago while you were out. You are welcome to stay with us until we have to leave but we have already given the landlord notice that we will be out by the end of the month." "Ok then," I said, "so that gives me. (my brain went into some kind of mental lockdown for a few seconds at this point) Fuck I don't even know what day it is. Hell I'm not even sure what fucking month it is, I can barely keep the year straight." I started laughing hysterically at how ridiculous my situation was and how out of place I suddenly felt. I had missed so fucking much, everything I knew as a current event was in the history books now. The weight of my loss finally got to me and I felt myself breaking down and dropped to my knees. I couldn't stop the tears from streaming down my face or the sobs from escaping my throat. I felt my mom's arms wrap around me and pull me close. I'm not sure when Tiffany came in but I know she was there as well. They both held me until I finally got myself under control. Getting to my feet I looked at them both, "Well that was embarrassing but thank you." "It's okay," my mom said, "I can't imagine how difficult this is for you and I guess we were just so happy you are ok we really didn't think what us moving would do to you. I'll talk to your dad and we can figure something out. It's June 7th, 2002 just so you know." "No, it's ok," I told her, "this is just one more challenge I need to overcome. I'll find a place to live before you leave." "I need a new roommate," Tiffany suddenly popped in, "I had to kick my roommate Heather out last week. She was kinda psycho and even if you want it to be only temporary you can stay until you get on your feet." "Thanks Tiffany, I really appreciate it," I told her. I did appreciate the offer but I had other thoughts running through my mind of what I was going to do to her once we were alone. "Well that settles it then," mom said, "We will get you discharged and move your stuff over to Tiffany's. Not like you really have a lot here." Tiffany and I looked at each other before doubling up in laughter thinking about the storage room. It wasn't until we actually dragged mom down the hallway and showed her that she got the joke. It took almost ten boxes to pack all the clothes and by the time we had them loaded into mom's truck Dr Jameson had my discharge paperwork finished. Dr Jameson authorized Tiffany to be on independent assignment for two weeks to help me adjust to my new life. Once we reached Tiffany's place I was quite surprised to discover it was a house and not an apartment. The neighborhood was pretty nice and the house looked well taken care of. Once we got inside I called Sergeant Majors and let her know I had been discharged and to find out where she wanted to meet up. She asked if I could meet her at the front gate of the base so I could get my new ID. Tiffany agreed to drive me out there but personally I think she just wanted to check out the Air Force guys. We agreed to meet at nine. After getting the boxes unloaded from my mom's truck we headed over to my parents place to get my remaining property. It was all still in boxes so it went pretty quick. Tiffany and I had dinner with my folks before heading back to our place. "Ok, what the fuck happened last night," Tiffany asked as soon as we were alone in the car, "I warned you about him since I figured it would completely freak you out. Instead you were all smiles this afternoon." "I agree. I should have been totally freaked out but I wasn't. I think when my brain was rewired by the virus it completely altered my views on sex. I have no issues picturing myself having sex with men or women," I told her before relaying everything that happened the night before. "His cum was actually quite tasty," I said as Tiffany stared blankly out the windshield. From the look on her face I was afraid I might have broken her brain. Reaching over she grabbed my hand and pulled it over to the leg of her shorts. Slipping my hand up I was impressed to find her panties were soaking wet. I slid my fingers under the wet fabric and gently played with her until we got home. Leaving my stuff in the car we both made our way inside and had barely cleared the front door before I grabbed her and pinned her body to the wall. Pushing my hand down into her shorts I slid two fingers deep inside her as I kissed her as hard as I could. Her own hands were tangled up in my hair holding me against her. We kissed for an eternity before Tiffany broke the kiss just long enough to say, "bedroom." I agreed and we detached from each other quickly shedding clothes as we went. I managed to suck her juice from my fingers as we went and I knew I wanted more. We hit the bed and I was quite surprised when Tiffany crawled on top pinning me to the mattress. I began to protest but her gentle kisses along my neck silenced me, instead I decided to explore her body. Her kisses felt like fire as she worked down my neck and across my collar bone. I wanted to be in control but these new sensations were causing me to lose any coherent thoughts. Having sex as a guy had left me woefully unprepared for this. By the time she started moving down my body my hands could do nothing more than grip the sheets. Feeling her fingers dance across my nipples sent floods of moisture to my pussy but when I felt her mouth suck my nipple in and her gentle bite I had my first orgasm of the night. It wasn't as intense as the previous nights but I knew it was only the first of many. Moving back up Tiffany held herself above me as I felt her fingers push inside me. The feeling was indescribable as she slowly fucked me. Pulling her down I kissed her as my hips rolled in time with her hand. This was nothing like I had ever possibly imagined. Guys always hear that women are more gentle and caring during sex but few believe it. Fuck guys are idiots. I felt her fingers slowly pull out of my pussy and almost bucked her off the bed when she started rubbing my clit. "Oh holy fuck that's good," I moaned as my orgasm, instead of giving me a slow build up, came crashing down on me suddenly. Tiffany continued her assault on my clit keeping me in a state of almost perpetual orgasm. I don't know how long she kept me going like that but by the time she backed off I was completely wiped out. I knew I was in good shape but my breath was ragged and I was covered in sweat. "Thank you Tiffany," I said, "that was absolutely amazing. I could feel my pussy still spasming as little mini orgasms shot through my body extending the pleasure. Again, guys are definitely missing out. I tried to get Tiffany to let me return the favor but she could see how drained I was and insisted I get some rest. I had one last thought I shared with Tiffany before drifting off to sleep, "I wonder if Ray showed up in my room tonight." We both laughed before I slid into unconsciousness. Transformation Ch. 03 Ashkey stood shaking inside. She had not been naked in front of a woman since she had been a teenager and yet here she was with a shop assistant being asked to be nude. She decided to take the plunge and also she didn't want to seem to be shy in front of the assistant who was obviously used to seeing naked women all day long. She was determined to keep eye contact throughout. If only she could read the mind of the shop assistant she may feel better. If only she knew. The assistant was called Maria and she was a forty year old mother whose children had left home and whose husband worked long hours in the family run construction business. She did not need the money but she worked for completely other reasons. All her adult life she had hidden a latent bisexuality. She loved to have sex with men and could not complain about the sexual attention her husband and several lovers had given her over the years. However she physically melted from the pussy upwards when she was in the company of women. As a teenager and early adult she had been able to fulfill both sides of her sexuality but when she had got married she had pushed the female loving side of her to the back of her mind. It had not been easy. She had always been highly sexed and had found the need for more than one lover over the years. She had managed a couple of times to go with women but not as often as she had wanted. When the last of her children had left home she realized how strong these feelings were. Suddenly female friends who had been coffee morning companions became the objects of her sexual desires and fantasies. She had struggled with this concept as she knew she could not jeopardize the position of her husband in society. She had also known that she could not live the rest of her life just making love to men. She wanted both but more than that she needed both. It was whilst out shopping one day that all her dreams had been fulfilled. She had been wandering around the mall aimlessly when she had seen a position of salesperson/personal fitter advertised in la Sensza. Her eyes had litten up at the job advert and although she had never worked in her life she had walked into the shop and asked for an application form. She had rushed home filled the form in and taken it back within an hour. For days Maria heard nothing then one day an envelope had dropped through the door inviting her for interview. Thankfully it was a mixed panel and Maria had been able to flirt hopelessly with all members of the panel whilst answering the questions. Her experience of assisting her husband in their business had helped her and before she had left the shop that day she had been offered the job. She had taken to the job instantly. She had a positive but polite manner to her that ensured that she always met her sales targets. She made ladies feel relaxed by not being conscious of their forms when measuring. Even better, for Maria there were the clients that were attracted to her and these she would take to her special room. Here she could pamper them make them feel at ease and then see how the ground lay and if she felt it was right she could seduce them. Only once had this back-fired on her and even then she had managed to convince the woman that what had happened had not really occurred. Thus Maria was happy. She was earning a wage being independent being sexually fulfilled but most of all she walked around with a permanently dripping pussy that always needed relieving at the end of the day. That day she had watched Ashkey walk into the shop. She had a good eye and could instantly tell what type of lingerie/underwear a woman was wearing. She had clocked Ashkey as the big knickered comfy bra type of woman but somehow different... Maria had surreptiously followed Ashkey around the shop and when she had gone to the more enticing lingerie her mind had been peaked. This woman was trying to be hot and she was going to help. Thus this was where they were now. Ashkey was staring her in the eye composing herself before stripping and Maria was literally on the verge of cumming at the anticipation. Ashkey and Maria stood alone in the mirrored and locked eyes. Both were thinking the same thing. There was a spark there between them. However each was having a different reaction to this spark. Maria's mouth was literally salivating as much as her pussy was. Her nipples were throbbing and longing to be kissed. They were literally hard and rubbing against the material of her blouse and at that precise moment in time she could have ripped her clothes off and taken Ashkey passionately. Ashkey on the other hand was experiencing the same physical sensations but she was in turmoil. Off course she had seen other girls naked and she had looked at woman all throughout her life but she had never once been physically attracted to one. Yet here she was in a shop with a woman and about to strip off and she was physically turned on. Ashkey was not perturbed by the new sensation more intrigued. Inside her was hoping that she was reading the signals correctly as she really at this precise moment at time wanted Maria and her body. Maria just stood there with a longing look as she encouraged Ashkey to strip off for her. She was lost in the thoughts of how she was going to seduce this woman in front of her when Ashkey took both herself and Maria by surprise. She stepped forward pressed her body against Maria's and said. "Would you like to take a seat?" Maria was captivated by the voice of Ashkey and did as she was told. Ashkey was now in control of the situation. She quickly discarded her coat and then stood before Maria. With a fluent movement she pulled the t-shirt out of her jeans and over her head exposing her bra encased breasts. She knew her underwear left a lot to be desired but that was about to change. Ashkey massaged her breasts through the material of her bra and it seemed to spark an electrical charge down to her clit. She was hot now but not because of the heat. Reaching her arms around her back she felt for the clip of her bra and then snapped it open. She held the bra tight to her breasts teasing Maria. "Do you want to see what I am hiding?" Maria was sat on the couch and her eyes had not once left the wonderful body of Ashkey. She had slipped forward on the couch and as she had her skirt had risen up exposing her stockinged legs and exposed thighs. Maria had started this session in control and now here she was being dominated. It was a scenario that she had never contemplated yet she was wetter than she could ever remember. "Please show me your tits,"she croaked. Ashkey could sense the lust emanating from this woman and she was more than happy to comply. She teased Maria for a moment and then she took hold of the bra and dropped it to the floor. She felt the warm air of the conditioner strike her nipples and she heard an audible groan from Maria. Ashkey stepped closer to the seating Maria and shoved her breasts into her face. She allowed the nipples to gently caress the face of Maria and when she stuck out her tongue she whipped them away. "Patience!" Maria she whispered. Ashkey took her tits away from form Maria and stepped back into the centre of the room. She turned and put her back to Maria and then bent and swayed her hips. Maria was panting now and trying to rip her breasts out of the blouse. Looking seductively over her shoulder Ashkey said "Please do not let me stop you. If you want to touch yourself go ahead. When I have finished we can continue fucking." Maria literally jumped from the couch and ripped off her clothing. It took her less than thirty seconds to get completely naked. With a sigh she slumped back onto the couch spread her legs and located her clit. Ashkey had seen all this and was eager to get down to the real action. "Play with yourself whilst I finish stripping for you", she commanded. All Maria could nod her head in compliance. Ashkey then began to unbutton the jeans all the while swaying her hips and teasing Maria. Maria was now openly finger fucking herself whilst strumming her clit. She was so close to orgasm. The sheer intensity of the feelings she was having and the build-up was all too much for and she knew that she would be over the edge before Ashkey had even touched her. Ashkey had now undone all the buttons on her jeans and she knew that her next move was going to take her once more to a new place. She wanted to surprise Maria and have her a quivering wreck on the couch waiting for her. She knew her own body intimately from hours spent masturbating and she felt sure Maria's would not be much different. With a dramatic flourish she placed her hands in her jeans and knickers and with one motion pulled them all off. Just as Maria came at the sight of her naked arse Ashkey turned round and with her fingers between her legs she opened her glistening cunt for Maria to gaze on. It was too much for Maria. She was already cumming and the sight of that wet glistening pussy in front of her just took her through an even harder orgasm. She splayed herself over the couch and just came. She did not cared who heard her as she shouted out in ecstasy. As she was coming down she opened her eyes and saw Ashkey stood in front of her gazing intently at her. Ashkey just stood looking down at the spasming body of Maria. She had never watched a woman masturbate before let alone cumm. She knew how she wanked and had been surprised to see that Maria used a different technique to bring herself off. Ashkey always wanted to bring herself to climax by rubbing vigorously at her clit and penetrating her pussy whilst Maria liked to gently massage her clit. She used a friction motion but much more slowly than Ashkey did. Eventually Maria opened her eyes and the two women gazed intently at one another. Maria wanted to speak but could not seem to find the appropriate words. She managed to say "Thank you that was fantastic." "What are you thanking me for? All I did was remove my clothes as you asked me to. You did the rest as far as I could see" Ashkey responded with a wicked smile on her face. "Uhmm I suppose I did." Maria replied. "Now what about you?" For a moment Ashkey silently looked at Maria and then she said "Oh you want to measure me now?" "I had something else completely different on my mind", Maria answered Innocently Ashkey asked "Like what?" "Well I was actually of thinking of laying you down on the couch spreading your legs and eating you out and hopefully bring you to orgasm." Laughing on her face Ashkey said "Well if you insist madam. It is after all your shop I am shopping in so who am I to argue." Both the ladies were now laughing amongst themselves. When the laughter had subsided Maria stood and took Ashkey by the hand. She walked her over to the couch and laid her flat on it. Then she found a cushion and made her head comfortable. When Maria was satisfied that Ashkey was totally relaxed she moved into a position between her legs. She knelt there for a moment gazing at the dripping wet pussy and right then she could have devoured it. She wanted however to prolong this event. So instead she moved up Ashkey's body and began to kiss her face and then moved to her lips. They locked together in a song and soon their tongues were wrapped around one another. It was an embrace filled with the passion and the sexual intensity that was building between them. Ashkey was wondering why she had never tried this before and Maria was thinking this was one hot woman that she wanted to see a lot more of her after today. Maria finally broke the kissing session and moved her tongue and lips down to Ashkey's breasts. Here she feasted on each breast and then pulled each nipple until they throbbed from the blood pulsing through them. She left the breasts and trailed her tongue down Ashkey's abdomen. She completely covered it in kisses and when it was slimy she slid down and managed to place herself between Ashkey's thighs. She again gazed into the deep pink folds and watched as the cunt flowered open. Then she pressed her nose forward and inhaled the aroma of her pussy. To Maria it smelt wonderful and she was hoping that its taste would be as good. Maria took a final look into Ashkey's eyes and then she slowly moved forward with her tongue. She lapped up one pussy lip and then down another. She nibbled at the pubic bush prolonging the agony and teasing for Ashkey. Ashkey was trying to pull her deeper in but Maria was taking her time. With hesitant fingers she spread the lips and then dipped her tongue into the glistening hole. She lapped up the juices and found that the taste was not a disappointment. She lapped for several seconds before removing her tongue and locating the clit. It stuck out like a little knob and she enjoyed nibbling at it. This action drove Ashkey wild. She had been eaten by men before but this woman really knew what she was doing. She was sensitive but cruel at the same time. She went for it with a fervor and intensity that Ashkey would have loved to do to her self. Maria was lost in what she was doing and Ashkey had lost her head to a sensational new place. Ashkey knew her orgasm was approaching and she signaled this to Maria by wrapping her fingers in her hair and letting out a loud wail. It came from deep within her and then she was bucking against Maria's tongue and face and smearing her in cunt juice. Maria did not stop her lapping and took as much as Ashkey could deposit. Her orgasm lasted for fully five minutes and when she had finished Maria stood and covered her body. As their cunts rubbed together and their nipples electrified one another they kissed. For the first time in her life Ashkey devoured a woman's face to taste herself. She cleaned Maria completely and as the ground together they both experienced mini-orgasms. Maria then stood and helped Ashkey to sit up. "I suppose I might as well measure you now. I know you intimately but we better be sure." With shaky legs Ashkey managed to stand and let Maria measure her. Measurements gathered Maria then disappeared and returned with an array of underwear. "If you allow me to see these on you at your home sometime I will let you take them all now and no charged will be laid." ."Are you sure" Ashkey asked "Oh I am sure you horny cow." Maria responded. With a smile and a kiss Ashkey said thanks and left the room leaving Maria her phone number and telling her to call when she wanted Ashkey to model. She did not check that lingerie that would come later in private. Rushing out of the shop she checked the time and realized that it was time to go home. Transformation Ch. 03 Sunday morning I woke feeling great, I was refreshed, relaxed and in a fine mood. As I had laid in bed next to my wife's naked body I was thinking how good it felt to snuggle to her, to breath in her fragrance. I thought about trying for some early morning action. I moved a hand to cup her breast and even in her sleep she responded, pushing back to me, tightening our spoon. My heart was filled with love for her. She was sleeping so peacefully that I just didn't have the heart to wake her. I slipped from bed carefully so as not to disturb her slumber and padded to the bathroom. Sitting on the commode to pee I spotted the laundry sack that held the two sets of lingerie from the night before. I smiled. Cat had said that she would rinse it all out today so it would be ready for the next time it was needed. My smile grew. A quick shower to wash the sleep away left me full of energy and ready for the day. As I stood in front of the mirror brushing my teeth I noticed that my hair was in disarray. There was still lots of curl in it, thanks the styling gel, but it was a far cry from the attractive coiffure that Cat had arranged the night before. I used my fingers to fluff the curls out and then ruffle them into some sort of shape. It surprised me, it wasn't half bad, still rather feminine. When I walked back into the bedroom Cat was still sleeping now on her back with the sheet pushed down enough to bare one breast, one beautiful breasts. Damn she was sexy. My eyes fell on the pair of white strappy sandals with four-inch heels that stood at the end of the bed. I grinned and muttered to myself, "The weekend isn't over yet!" I sat on the end of the bed and pulled the heels onto my feet, easily fastening the little strap buckles. I stood and took a couple of test steps to check my muscle memory of how to walk in them then headed for my robe hooked on the bathroom door. As I passed Cat's dresser I changed my mind. I opened one of the draws and picked out a pair of cute bright yellow panties. I slipped them up my legs and tugged them into place. I like the way they hugged my butt and hooked over my hipbones to stay in place. I was thinking that if Cat had any doubts about how I felt after the adventures of last night this should ease her mind. This was the first time I had worn panties without pantyhose under them and I was surprised at how good they felt against my skin. They fit fairly well, just a little tight. I walked downstairs in heels and panties. On Sunday I take a day of rest, no morning laps in the pool. I fixed the morning coffee and then headed to the door for the paper. Just like yesterday I didn't really think of my attire until I was about to open the front door. My first impulse was to just head out without checking if the coast was clear and let chance dictate the outcome. That passed quickly. We had lived here a couple of years and knew all of the neighbors well. I couldn't endanger our relationship with them is such a silly manner. But I wanted to go out the door just as I was. I don't know why. I was just acting, thinking, crazy for some reason. I compromised with myself and spent a few minutes looking out the sidelights and the front room windows checking for anyone about. The street was deserted as far as I could tell. I opened the door and with my heart beating a million miles a minute walked to the paper lying on the walkway. About halfway to the curb I stopped to pick up the paper. As I bent over I heard the front door of the house across the way open. I turned quickly and fought the impulse to run. I was hoping that whoever it was wouldn't turn my way and I knew that a sudden movement almost guaranteed that they would. Casually as I could I walked back to the house and through the door. Once I had it closed I leaned back on it and took a deep breath. I wondered if they had seen me, if they thought I was some sort of freak, if there would be a neighborhood outcry about the pervert in my house. I got a cup of coffee and tried to put it from my mind by reading the morning news. I had to wonder if I would be in tomorrow's edition. Gradually I settled down and got into reading the sports section, I was just about back to normal when the phone rang. Quickly I grabbed the instrument hoping that I could silence it before the extension in our room woke Cat. It wasn't until I was standing there holding the phone to my head that it occurred to me this might be some irate neighbor calling to tell off the pervert in panties. I was almost right. "Hello?' I said in as calm a voice as I could manage. "Jessup, this is Margie Shuman, from across the street, is Catherine available?" The Shuman's are an older couple, in their 60's. He is a furniture salesman and she is the stereotypical Jewish grandmother. Nice folks. "No," I answered weakly, 'she's still asleep." I really didn't want to ask the next question but saw no way around it. "Can I help you with something?" "Well Jessup, I really don't think that you are the right one to talk to about this, but it is important and something has to be done about it right away." I heard her take a breath and a moments silence filled the space before she started again. "Alright. I don't feel comfortable talking to you about this though." My heart was stopped. I just knew that the next words were going to be dreadful. "Who is the young lady staying at your house?" "What?" I asked incredulous. "The woman, my Alex said young woman, who is staying with you and Catherine. Who is she?" I said the first thing that popped into my head, "My sister." "Oh, well that makes this even harder to talk about. Is she there now?" "Well she wasn't here when I came down from the bedroom, maybe she went back to her room. Do you want me to get her for you?" "Lord no, don't do that!" she quickly said. I was starting to put some things together in my slow brain now. I asked her, "What's wrong Margie?" "Oh my, oh my," she stalled, "well there is no way to say this other than to just say it. My Alex came back in from getting the paper this morning and I thought he was going to have a heart attack! He was all red in the face and breathing fast and had this painful look on his face. I asked him what was wrong and he told me, well he told me that he had just seen your sister standing out in the middle of your front yard with nothing on but her panties!" "Margie! You're kidding!" I went from scared to death to taking a very perverse pleasure in this. "No young man I am not kidding!" she said a little hotly. "Does your sister make it a habit to run around almost naked?" "Well Margie," I retorted having a great time. "She is a much more free spirit than I am, but I still have hard time believing this." "Well believe me, my Alex wouldn't make up something like this. The poor man was shocked." Yeah, I bet, I thought. He probably was so shocked he watched my ass all the way to the front door! "Well maybe she just couldn't find her robe, and it is still pretty early on a Sunday so she didn't think anyone would be around." "That's no excuse and you know it Jessup," she was on a self-righteous roll. "This is a nice neighborhood and good people. We won't put up with that kind of an exhibition!" Cat wouldn't believe this in a million years, unless, "Margie, you're right. I am not the one to speak to Jessica about this. Catherine will be up soon and I think I better have her call you then." From her tone of voice I could tell she felt vindicated, "Ok, have her call me as soon as she can, but in the mean time you make sure that your sister puts some clothes on if she is going outside again!" "Yes ma'am I will surely do that." "Oh my God!" I breathed as she hung up. The human mind is a wonderful thing. He had seen trim bare legs, yellow panties and curly hair and his brain added the boobs needed to complete the picture. The great part was that Alex was probably just as thrilled as he would have been if I really had a sister who really had tits and she had been on the lawn posing for him. Life was awesome! I went back to my paper once again feeling as if I had the world by the balls. Cat came down about an hour later wearing just a t-shirt. She sure looked eatable. I poured her some coffee and gave her a peck on the cheek as she stole some of my paper. "My, don't you look awful cute in those," She teased. I teased her right back, "I hope you don't mind, I just didn't have a thing to wear," I said in my best Jessie voice. She snickered at me turned to her paper and coffee. "Did I hear the phone ring earlier?" she asked. "Oh, yeah, you need to call Mrs. Shuman," I said trying to keep a straight face. "What does she want?" Cat inquired. I had to turn away before I answered, "I'm sure I don't know honey, why don't you give her a call and find out." Cat gave me that look, you know the one, but she picked up the phone and called anyway. All I could hear was her side of the conversation, but that was enough. "Hi Margie, Jess said I should call you." "No, he didn't tell me why." There was a long pause. "His sister!" She looked at me with her mouth wide open and her eyes two big circles. "She did what?" Cat's eyes narrowed and she glared at me. "Margie I am so sorry. I will talk to her right now and you can be sure that this will never happen again." It was all I could do not to crack up as I sat watching her. "Yes, I know that poor Alex must have been totally shocked. Tell him that I am sorry too." Now Cat had her hand over the mouthpiece. She turned to me and whispered, 'You asshole!" I did lose it then and collapsed on the table in a fit of laughing. "I'm sorry Margie, I had to tell Jess something. Yes I will talk to her right now and you can be sure she will not be running around upsetting people again." I had my arms on the table and my head resting on them and was looking up at Cat as she tried to control herself. "Well she was just going to stay the weekend, but I was thinking of talking to Jess about inviting her to stay on longer. Of course if she can't behave she will have to go." Now it was my turn to be surprised. "You know what I should do Margie? I should march her over there and make her apologize to Alex in person!" There was a short pause during which I just stared at Cat shaking my head violently. "Well yes, I know it would embarrass her! But I still think if she had to face your poor husband she might learn her lesson better." Cat glared at me. Damn, payback can be a bitch! "Ok, if you really think so Margie," she continued. "I will talk to her right now. Thank you for letting me know about this and I'm sorry it happened." Cat slowly rose from her chair and moved toward me. She can move like a jungle cat on the prowl and look about as dangerous. "You ass! You set me you for that didn't you? You think you are so funny!" I couldn't help it, I was laughing my ass off as she launched herself at me landing in my lap and smothering me with kisses. "I should pull all of your hair out by the roots you bitch!" she said now joining in the humor of it. "You're just lucky she didn't want to embarrass your 'sister' or I'd have your panty wearing ass over there to apologize after that stunt." Our humor lead to petting and kisses before we sat back and returned to our normal Sunday routine of paper and conversation. After a little time passed I broke the silence. "Do you have any plans for tonight?" "I don't know," Cat replied, "I thought we would just relax around the house today and maybe order some pizza, cuddle up and watch a movie tonight. Why do you ask?" "Well," I began sheepishly, "I just thought that if we were going to be going out today we might like to do some shopping." "You know that I never turn down a chance to go shopping," she smiled, "but what would we need to shop for?" I could see the devil in her eyes again. She knew what I was heading for and she was not going to make this easy for me. "I don't know, I guess there are a few things that I might like to pick up." "Oh, like what?" She was openly grinning now knowing the spot she had me in. I was going to have to take the lead in this adventure finally. I was turning red in the face as I spoke in a low voice, "That skirt I wore last night was really a little too tight in the waist and I thought that maybe I could get another one the right size." She smiled, "Ok." "And really all of your clothes are about a size small for me. I think I would be a lot more comfortable and look a lot better if they fit better, don't you?" "You have a point there," she allowed and I felt a little bit encouraged. "And pants, I would like to get some slacks that would fit me right for high heels and maybe some jeans too. I know I have lots of pants and jeans, but none that would fit right for this. I like the ones that hang on the hips, I want to get a pair of them." She was looking amused and I continued to blather on. "I need to get some blouses too, one to go with the skirt and some others for the pants. Pantyhose too. I don't want to ruin all of yours so I really should get some of them too. Oh, and a new bra and panties. Yours are just too small for me." She cut in teasing, "Are you saying that I have tiny tits?" 'No! God no Cat, your breasts are perfect. I just mean that I have a bigger chest than you do." "So what else?" she asked. "Oh I don't know. Maybe some makeup?" I added hopefully. She grinned wickedly, 'Jess your bet is only for the weekend, that will be over tonight. Isn't this a little much for just the one day?" "Cat," I pleaded, "I heard you tell Mrs. Shuman that you were thinking of asking Jessica to stay longer!" Then with all the earnestness I could muster under the circumstances I continued, "Cat, Jessica would really, really, like to stay." She crocked her finger at me, "Come here," she said. I stood and walked to her chair. She reached out and pulled my dick from the panties I wore, it was huge. I hadn't realized that I had gotten an erection as we talked. "I can see just how much she wants to stay!" Cat commented as she held me in her hand. "Ok, I'll make a deal with you,' she continued. "We'll go shopping and we will even go out tonight, but I want two things in return. First I want you to take me upstairs and show me that you haven't forgotten how to use this thing." I pulled her from the chair and we headed up the stairs. By the time we got to our room we were almost running. I pulled her t-shirt over her head and jerked the panties and heels off of myself and threw her into the bed. I used a lot of what she had shown me the night before as foreplay and very soon we were both too hot to wait. I slipped into her and fucked like mad. There is no other word for it; we fucked! It's a wonder that we didn't break the bed or hurt ourselves we went at it with such frenzy. Spent, we lay together. Cat turned her face to me and chuckled, "Well you certainly haven't forgotten how to do that! Good thing too, I do like some nice hard dick now and then." "Oh yeah," I asked her, "what was the second thing?" Cat smiled, "You have to get your ears pierced!" I kissed her. Cat helped me with my makeup again, giving me more pointers and guidance as we went. Sitting next to her at the vanity was a thrill. Watching the transformation, not just of me, but of her too, as we did hair and face was a wonder. I had never realized just what an art form it is. We attached my breasts and dressed. This time I wore a pair of loss gym shorts that she assured me would be a lot easier to deal with in the changing rooms. I topped that with a t-shirt. Cat dressed much the same, except she wore flats. Smart girl I was to learn. My first trip to the mall as my alter ego was eye opening! Men don't shop; they hunt! Women shop! I always wondered how a gal could spend hours shopping. I learned that it is an emotional experience, it is about feel, and style and looks, it's about making me feel pretty and comfortable, and sexy all at the same time. We just wandered at first until I was feeling more at ease with the situation, with the crowd and the constant movement of people. We looked in windows and browsed the shops that catered to more stylish clothing. Our first real stop was at 5 7 9. Cat, I knew, wore a size 5 and we figured that I would be a 7 or 8. I found that you just didn't pick out the first thing that caught your eye because there was always something nicer, prettier or better on the next rack. In the first half-hour we selected about a dozen things for me to try on and then headed to the dressing room. The attendant at the dressing room entrance didn't even look up, she just said to us, "Just three items at a time ladies." I left most of the stuff with her and took my three into the first open stall with Cat right behind me. I tried on skirts that would swing and flare when I turned my hips. Some were knee-length and some a little shorter. I tried blouses that buttoned up and tied and slipped on. Some of them even bared my midriff. I tried pants that fit tight across my ass, hugged my hips precariously and flared out in the leg to cover all of my shoe but the toe and the tip of the heel. They looked great! The dressing room experience was awesome. Sharing the space with Cat as I dressed and undressed and listened to the comments and conversations of the ladies in the adjoining cubicles was the best entertainment I had had in years. A couple of times Cat insisted that I walk out of the dressing room in an outfit that I was trying on. She told me that there were always a few husbands standing around and that their reaction would tell me a lot about my choice. Boy was she right! I would walk over to the three-sided mirror and all the eyes would follow me. I could watch the watchers in the looking glass and gauge their reaction. I selected a skirt, a pair of slacks and two blouses that I liked. When Cat took then to the counter she surprised me by asking the girl to hold them for us. "You mean they will do that?" I asked as we left the store. "Of course they will," she told me, "she knows we are going to check out other stores and if we're not back in a couple of hours she will just hang them back up. This way we don't have to carry all of it around with us either." We went to several more youth oriented shops and I found a pair of beautiful embroidered jeans that were ridiculously expensive but that I just had to have. I also found a couple of more blouses and skirts that I thought were very nice and fit me well. We picked out a couple of sets of shorts and tank tops and some ankle socks with pink bows on them that Cat promised me would look real sexy with the shorts and heels. One of our stops was Anne Taylor's, a high end ladies wear shop that catered to the professional woman. Cat had me try on several business suits. The straight cut and tailored fit was different than anything else I had worn so far. Looking in the mirror I fell in love with it. I picked out a dark blue suit with a knee length skirt and tapered jacket. The heels I had on were not right, I had worn the first pair I bought, the black ones, but I could picture it with the cute pumps I had at home and still hadn't gotten to wear. All of the other shopping had been a prelude for our next stop, Victoria's Secret. I was so excited that I was shaking a little as Cat led me in there. To me VS had always been the epitome of the sexy lady and here I was in a wonderland of silk and satin and lace. Not only was I here, I was here for me! We had taken some measurements at home and decided that I was a 36 C cup. We went right to the bras. I could have bought a hundred of them that day! I was thrilled and so excited as I held up one after another for Cat's approval. She was smiling at me like I was her idiot child and slowly helped me to settle down and pick out a couple that I wanted. From bras we went to camisoles and chemise, finding a lace top chami that I could wear under a blouse. We moved to night wear and found a cute baby doll. Then it was hosiery. Transformation Ch. 03 Cat helped me pick several colors of pantyhose and then surprised me by insisting that I get a few pair of stockings and a garter belt too. When I moved to the panties, which I had deliberately saved for last, she interceded. She told me to pick a few pair that I liked, but that we would be making another stop for the ones that I really needed. I didn't understand that but went along with her. "Free piercing with purchase of studs" That's what the sign said in the window of an accessories shop we passed. Cat pulled me by the hand into the shop and led me to the counter. "She needs her ears pierced," she told the salesgirl. "Pick out the studs you want then sit over there," the girl told me with little interest. Cat and I looked over the choices and finally settled for a little fake diamond stud. We also picked four more pair so I would have a little variety. I took my seat and Cat could see the trepidation in my face. She touch my cheek and said, "Be brave and I will buy you something nice when we're done here." I don't know how much it really hurt, I just know how much I thought it hurt. My eyes watered and I clamped my lip with my teeth and my hands between my thighs and then it was over. I peered in the little mirror they had and smiled as I admired my new look. Before we left the store I had piled the counter up with bobbles and trinkets and bangles, all pretty and shinny and cheap. Cat just let me and smiled. My feet were killing me! I had spent most the previous day in heels, but that was almost all sitting or driving with Cat. Now I had been walking the mall for hours and I was seeing first hand what she meant by heels being uncomfortable. I stopped as we past the food court and sat down to remove my shoes and rest my feet. "Hurt?' she asked sympathetically. She went and got us both a cookie and a diet drink. "I don't like diet drinks," I told her ungraciously. "Don't care," she said, "you're watching your figure now so live with it!" Once I was ready to get back on my feet Cat guided me to one of the big department stores and as if guided by a radar beacon took me directly to the section she wanted, handbags and purses. "You have been running around for several days now with no ID, no money, no credit cards and most important, no place to carry the things you really need, like a brush and makeup." She was right, I had nothing with me. There were hundreds of purses hanging and piled up around us. I was lost as to what to get when Cat suggested a shoulder bag to start with. "You will be more comfortable dealing with that at first and you are less likely to forget it someplace." I settled for a nice neutral beige bag that was rather small but would fit comfortably under my arm when hung from its strap. Cat paid the salesclerk and had her cut the tags off right then. We moved to the cosmetics section and she began to select all the things I would need of my own. She only bought the best of cosmetics for herself and wouldn't let me even look at anything less. I was stunned by what that stuff cost! Once we were done there I had something to put in my little shoulder bag and got a real charge out of doing just that. As I left the store with my purse under my arm I think I even walked differently. All afternoon I had noticed that people looked at us as we passed, and even more while we were seated at the food court. I had to ask Cat. "Do men always watch you when you're out?" "Oh yeah, they do, sometimes women too. I wonder if I have a tag hanging out of my clothes sometimes. That's why I always try to look my best when I go anyplace." "Do you ever get used to it? I mean it could really bother me sometimes.' "Get used to it?" she asked, "well I guess I have just learned to accept it, but I never have gotten used to it to the point that I don't notice it." I couldn't let it go, "I mean you are always on display aren't you?" "Of course we are!" Cat said shaking her head at my idiocy. "Think about all the clothes you just bought. Why did you pick out the things that you did? If you just wanted to stay warm, wanted protection from the elements, a pair of baggy jeans and a sweat shirt would be a lot more comfortable and a damn sight cheaper!" Duh! I walked on in silence. Cat and I headed back to the car and this time she let me drive. She had been right, it took a bit of getting used to working the pedals in heels. I guess that's why most girls take them off to drive. She gave me directions and I followed them through town until we were parked in front of a place called the Erotic Feather. She told me to wait in the car as she had the day before. Twenty minutes later she returned with a small bag. Once in the seat next to me she handed me the bag and smiled. Inside were three pairs of panties, red, yellow and white. As I took then in my hand I realized that they were different, not the standard issue fine and frillies. "They are what you call a Gaff." She said nonchalantly. I looked at them curiously trying to figure things out. "They're made to hold you in place and eliminate any unladylike bumps. With these on you can wear stockings and garter if you want." I was so excited that I leaned over and kissed her, almost jumping out of my seat. I had wanted to wear stocking as she had the night before but was afraid of how it would look if, no when, things started to get hard. Then I wondered how she had known about something like this. For that matter how had she known about the breast forms either? I asked her just that. At first she tried to dodge the question but I was persistent. "Jessie, Sweetie, I have known almost from the first that you were different," she said softly. "You mean you thought I was gay?" I asked a little surprised. "No, not gay, just different than any man I had known before you, or since for that matter." "So?" I asked, "just what's so different about me?" "You mean before you started wearing my clothes?" she giggled. "Yes, I mean before all this happened the last few days," I said irritably. "Ok, if you really want to know. I noticed that you were more sensitive than other men. I mean that you understood a person's feeling quicker, and responded better than any man I knew. You also knew way too much about women. You're the only guy I have ever known who has any fashion sense. You seem to naturally understand a woman's emotions, her strengths and weaknesses. You never talked down to me, or any other girl that I know about. Those kind of things were always different with you." "Yeah, so I was a nice guy, that doesn't make me into what we have seen this weekend." Cat just sighed and went on. "There is something else too, any time that you handled my things, I mean my makeup, or clothes, or other female stuff you always seemed to hold them just a little longer than necessary." I couldn't see that but Cat went on. "When we moved in together and started sharing the chores one of the things we used to do is sit on the sofa and fold clothes together, remember? Did you ever notice that you always folded all of my stuff? If you were folding one of my bras you would tuck the cups on together just perfectly and fold the straps just so; I would just wad them up and stuff them in a draw. When you did my blouses or pants your hand would slide down the material smoothing out every wrinkle, every crease in the fabric. When you did my panties you would be totally lost in the job. I have even seen you lick your lips as you folded them just right and placed them with almost reverence in the draw." I wasn't giving into her argument. "So I'm just a tidy person, big deal. That doesn't make me gay!" "You're not gay Jessie, I am not saying that at all. Yes you are a very tidy person. You don't mind a bit doing housework or laundry. You love to decorate the house and arrange the furniture. We have spent hours selecting just the right frame for a picture on the wall. You are very tidy and well organized and I love it." I was starting to see the pattern she was explaining. I wasn't liking it. "The final thing, the thing that convinced me was when a couple of years ago it seemed that the topic Du Jour for every TV show was transgender or cross-dressing. I know that you aren't even aware of it, but whenever you watched one to those shows you didn't get up from your seat for anything, not even to pee during the commercials." That hit home. I could probably remember every one of those shows. I thought they were just exceptionally good and only now did I see the common topic. "That was when I decided I needed to learn more. I started on the internet and found out all sorts of things. You really don't want to know most of it right now." "Cat, " I mumbled softly, "am I sick in the head, is there something wrong with me?" "Oh no honey!" she cried with real sympathy in her voice, "there is not a thing in the world wrong with you. You are my perfect mate." "You've done all of this for me Cat, allowed me to do this." "Honey, my sweet Jessie, in case you haven't noticed I have had a little fun out of this too! I love having a new girlfriend to share everything with." I was scared now, "Cat? Where does it go from here?" Cat got very serious and faced me squarely. "I don't know, honestly" "Cat we can stop right now! I can take all of this stuff back, or we can just give it to Goodwill, or throw it out the car window, I don't care. I just don't want to hurt you! We can go back to the way things were before the stupid bet.' "Oh Jessie my sweet, don't you realize that you can't go back, I can't go back. It's too late." "Come on girlfriend" she said as she dried her eyes, "let's go get all dolled up and go someplace and drive the men crazy!" Transformation Ch. 03 Chapter 3 A New Wrinkle This is part of a series of events that my wife/mistress has told me to relate in the hopes of improving other couples lives. I would suggest reading them all (in order preferably) to get a clear picture of our female led marriage. A FLM does not have to include the delivery of pain or other kinks that some people object to (I do not like pain and my wife hates to administer it but I still clearly know who is in charge). It only needs to include what the wife wants. Look for other stories under my author name: Nancysboybill. Nancy's family was having a reunion and she wanted to fly out a week early and help prepare as well as have some extra time with her family. I couldn't get that much time off from work and would have to catch up with her for the reunion and we would travel back together. This was fine except that Nancy thought I would take advantage of the situation and spend all week masturbating. I had not been allowed to masturbate for about two years at this point unless she wanted to watch so she was probably right. She said that even if I didn't, she would have trouble believing me and it would probably end with me getting a punishment spanking, something neither of us enjoyed. So she visited a FLM forum and asked other wives how they kept their husbands under control. The next thing I knew measurements had been taken and a chastity device was on order. She said that she was sorry but this was the only way she knew she could keep me from pleasing myself in her absence. The month before she left the device was worn over increasingly long periods of time to get me used to bathing, sleeping, urinating, etc with it on. It was taken off every night and I was rewarded with great blowjobs and intercourse for agreeing to this. When I first put it on I felt more vulnerable than I ever had in my life but I was constantly reassured by my wife that it was only temporary and that when it was over she would give me an absolutely mind blowing orgasm. I also was getting an orgasm every night at this point which was almost twice as many as usual. I kept telling myself that the chastity would only be for the week Nancy and I were apart and that the reward would be worth it. About the second week in, I was getting dressed for work one morning and Nancy started laughing at the absurdity of my wearing jockeys when I had to sit to pee. She tossed me one of her thongs and just kept laughing. I had no idea if she was serious or not but didn't want to anger her while I had the device on so I put them on. More pictures were taken and she said she couldn't wait to show them to her sisters. Nancy called me at work that day and said that she had made dinner reservations at a restaurant we liked in a city about an hour from home. After dinner she directed me to a shopping center nearby where we went into a lingerie shop. Nancy made me walk up to a young (maybe 25) salesgirl and explain that I was wearing my wife's thong but it was much too tight. When I asked her to help me find the right fit she looked to Nancy, smiled and asked if she could take me into a fitting room for a proper fit. Nancy smiled back and told her to do whatever she needed to. During my fitting the other three salesgirls and at least five customers were brought in to give their opinions on what looked best. They all left with huge smiles and pictures (I have learned that I hate cell phones) and Nancy loved it, I didn't. The only good part was that they all chipped in and bought me a dozen panties for the entertainment I provided. After Nancy considered and dismissed the nighties, padded bras and other items they had me model we went home where Nancy had me eat her to six orgasms before I was released from the device and was ridden hard during which she came twice more before I was allowed my release. She tied me up for this as she was afraid that after her fun I would fight putting the device back on. At this time she also always made sure that my hands were either tied or busy when the device was off. She never told me that I was not allowed to touch her cock but she made sure it didn't happen for the 2 weeks before she left. I asked her about this and she told me that since I wasn't allowed to masturbate there was no reason for me to touch myself. It was a sad realization that I couldn't even remember what it felt like to hold myself. Nancy flew off to her parents' house and I was left with the promise of a mind blowing orgasm the next time the device came off. She also decided that the next time it came off she would leave it off unless we were to be apart for the night or I was being punished. A lot of fun but way too much work for long term use. I was also told that I was to continue wearing panties until then. I was glad I followed her instructions when she called me at work and had me go into the bathroom, take a picture and send it to her immediately. She also had her best friend drop in on me twice to check my underwear status. I was anxious for this to end but resigned to the fact that I had no choice in the matter. When I joined Nancy the following week I noticed that her sisters Chris and Jenna kept steeling curious glances at my crotch. As soon as Nancy's parents were in bed that night Jenna looked at Nancy and asked "Now? ". Nancy looked at me and said to go to our room and get naked. A few minutes later Nancy, her two sisters and a cousin I'd never met walked in. Chris gasped, I've seen Bill naked so many times but I've never seen his balls so big, can I touch them Nancy? Nancy just nodded and stared. My balls were very sensitive at this point and even a gentle touch almost hurt. Chris gave them a firm squeeze and I had to stifle a scream. Unfortunately I also leaked pre-cum on her hand which did not make her happy at all. While I was made to lick it off her she asked Nancy if she could paddle me. Nancy told her that if she was going to play with a loaded gun she might just get shot but I could see the lust in her eyes as she said this. She had never made me lick cum before but I knew right then it was going to happen soon and although I was decidedly unhappy about it I knew that I would do it to please my mistress. None of the three women had seen a chastity device before and they had plenty of questions for my wife and me. I was very embarrassed but knew I had no choice but to get through it. Before I wore the device I would do anything I was told but sometimes it took a little convincing or when Nancy didn't have the patience for that she would just turn and look at the paddle. With the device on I lost any pretense of freedom of choice and complied instantly out of a sense of being truly owned. Once again I marveled at the kindness of my wife. After a little while Nancy said to her guests "It's time for you to go now. Chris, your husband is well trained and I appreciate you letting me use him this week but no one knows how to lick me the way Bill does. Bill, you look surprised by this. Did you really expect me to go a week without an orgasm? You know how bitchy I get after even one day. Don't worry, the deal is the same as when you lick them, hands tied and eyes covered." All at once I was embarrassed, jealous and proud from her praise and wholly in love. Before the door even closed behind them my tongue was busy pleasing Nancy. After her third orgasm she said that she felt the best she had all week. She then rolled over and went to sleep. I tossed and turned and leaked what seemed like a gallon of pre-cum. In the morning Nancy said that with all the activity of the week she was too tired to give me the mind blowing orgasm she promised. In fact I would probably have to wait until we got home in five more days. I'd like to tell you that the five days went by quickly but I'd be lying. My wife got orgasms morning and night and often in between. I got a kiss and a promise and endless questions from my sisters. At least I knew two more guys who would be locked up soon. Misery loves company. Nancy informed me that her sisters wanted to witness my release and subsequent orgasm and she had said okay. So that night, there I was blindfolded; hands bound behind me and free of the device for the first time in sixteen days. I ate both her sisters to several orgasms while Nancy whispered in my ear that it would be a special night for both of us. Then it was Nancy's turn. I was told "bring me as close to orgasm as you can but don't let me cum, my first orgasm is always the best and I want mine to be as powerful as I know yours will be. Oh, and don't worry if you do make me cum, we will just put your device back on and try again when we can all get together. I don't think that should be any more than two or three weeks." With that statement in mind I started out very cautiously until I was told that it didn't seem like I was into it and maybe we should just wait. I got much bolder and brought her to the edge many times before she stopped me. Nancy said that Chris and Jenna were going to assist with the next part. I felt their hands taking hold of my arms and helping me to my feet. I then felt their naked bodies pressing against me, one on each side. I had never even seen their naked breasts before much less felt them. Even though it would have resulted in my worst paddling yet I probably would have ripped my blindfold off at that point if my hands hadn't still been tied. Their hands were all over me but all I could do was to struggle with myself not to cum. Then they pulled away and Nancy was speaking. "Did you enjoy that?" "Yes Ma'am." "How many days since you've cum?" "16 Ma'am" "Are you ready to cum now" "Yes please Ma'am" "Do you remember what it feels like to stroke my hard cock? "No Ma'am I don't, it has been over a month since I've been allowed to touch myself even soft." "Ladies do your next part please." With that my blindfold was removed and my hands were freed (unfortunately both Miss Jenna and Miss Chris had put on robes). Nancy was still lying on the bed with me positioned between her legs. I was instructed to stroke myself slowly but not to cum until I was told. After what seemed like an eternity of begging and whining Nancy spread open her pussy lips and instructed me to cum now. Her words were all it took to start the flow. My hands were pulled away as Miss Jenna directed my flow onto Nancy's clit and Miss Chris steadied me in place. When my flow finally ended I was lowered to my knees with the admonishment "Now it's my turn and it BETTER be as good as yours. Nancy's note: I had never used a chastity device on Bill before and frankly I found it to be a lot of work, not something for a busy Mistress. I did find it to be a good tool to use for periods of separation from your partner to be absolutely sure that there are no unauthorized orgasms. You will also find that your slave is extremely happy to see you again. It is also a good tool if your husband forgets just who is in charge. Jenna keeps Jim in one 24/7/365 because he needs that kind of control, more on him later. Also I have used it on Bill for teasing purposes, also more on that later. At home it sits out on a shelf in our bedroom so that Bill will see it every day. I will say that his obedience, which is almost always good, is much better when it's on. I had read stories of Mistresses making their slave eat their own cum before and dismissed the idea but when I saw Chris feeding Bill his pre-cum my pussy was instantly flooded and I had to sit before my legs gave way. I knew right then that I would be trying this and found that not only does it usually result in another orgasm for me but that a tongue is even gentler on a sensitive clit than a soft wash cloth. Not sure if Bill enjoys this or not and in this instance I just don't care. It's good to be in charge! Transformation Ch. 03 The sun streaming through the blinds caused me to slowly blink myself awake and for the second day in a row I woke up feeling fantastic. Need to remember that having mind blowing orgasms before passing out makes for an excellent morning. Glancing at the clock I saw that it was barely after six in the morning and I was wide awake. We didn't have to be at the base until nine so I decided this was the perfect time to play. Looking over at Tiffany I saw she was sleeping on her back, the covers pushed down to her waist. Her blonde hair spread across her pillow, her breasts laying slightly flattened against her chest with delicious looking small pink nipples just begging to be sucked on. For the first time I noticed a small gold hoop through her belly button. Shifting to get a better look I was amazed at how sexy it looked against her tan skin. The small gold hoop was fascinating to me and decided right then I would be partaking as well. I wondered what else people were getting pierced. Grasping the covers I slowly pulled them down eventually exposing her entire body. This was the first time I had the chance to really look at her and was determined to drink in every detail. It was immediately obvious she definitely took care of herself. Her stomach was flat and taut which made the belly button ring stand out. Her tan was smooth and even with her only tan lines being from her bikini bottoms and even those were not as contrasting as you would expect. I began to gently run my fingers across her skin, fascinated by how smooth it was. Wetting my fingertips I ran them over her nipples and watched them pop up just asking to be sucked. Sliding my fingers down her body I ran them through the small blonde strip of hair and down across her smooth lips. Lifting myself up I began to gently run my tongue across her nipple ever so lightly sucking and nibbling. Hearing the soft moans from Tiffany made me smile and was definite encouragement. I knew she was still sleeping and was determined to make her waking up as pleasurable as possible. Softly teasing each nipple I moved so I was directly over her. It was incredibly tempting to kiss her soft plump lips but I had something else in mind. I had an ex-girlfriend do this to me once and it was awesome. Taking my hair I spread it out over her and began to slowly drag it down her body. Her moaning was getting louder but I wasn't ready for her to be awake just yet. Ever so slowly I dragged my hair raising myself so only the very ends slid between her legs and across her pussy. Her arousal was filling my nose and both my mouth and pussy were wet with the anticipation of tasting her. Pulling my hair back I carefully lowered myself between her legs and took a moment to relish in her scent. A thin sheen of sweat covered her skin and the salty taste of her sweat was amazing on my tongue. Her pussy was obviously moist, the lips slightly open, and her clit standing out from it's hood. Reaching out with my tongue I slid it along the skin to each side of her pussy. As I began to carefully probe her pussy her moans grew in intensity and her hips beginning to roll, grinding against my tongue. She tasted so sweet and delectable I knew I would be spending a long time between her thighs. Keeping my movements slow and deliberate I could tell she was starting to wake up. Bringing my hand up I slipped two fingers into her pussy as I dragged my tongue across her clit. "Oh fuck Sara," Tiffany cried out as her fingers wrapped into my hair. Pulling my face against her I continued my assault on her clit as I pumped my fingers in and out. Curling my fingers I began to rub them along the upper walls of her pussy until a loud gasp from Tiffany told me I found what I was looking for. Dragging my fingers over her g-spot her hips began to buck off the bed until I leaned down against her pushing her hips back down. Letting go of my hair Tiffany clutched the sheets as I could feel her warm release against my fingers. Moving quickly I plunged my tongue inside her and lapped at her sweet release. Slowing my movements I let her relax before crawling up her body kissing and nibbling her skin on the way. Reaching her breasts I spent several minutes ravishing them causing another small orgasm to rip through her body. Finally face to face she grabbed me and rolling me onto my back kissed me as hard as I had ever been kissed. "That was an amazing way to wake up," she said, "Thank you." "Hmmm, after last night it was the least I could do," I told her, "if we didn't have something to do today I wouldn't be letting you out for this bed."I found I was surprisingly content to lay there in her arms cursing the fact we had so much planned for today. Extracting myself from the bed I made my way to the bathroom and got the shower running. Stepping into the water I looked around for the bar of soap but all I could find were a myriad of different bottles and a big blue puffball looking thing. "Tiffany," I called out, "are any of these 700 identical bottles soap?" Stepping into the shower Tiffany grabbed a pink bottle and the puffball. Squirting the pinkish gel onto the puffball I watched as Tiffany lathered it up. "Body wash and loofah," she said, "No one really uses soap anymore. Some guys I've dated did but not in a while. Turn around." Facing away from her I felt her begin to wash my back and body. I had never had the chance to take a shower with someone else before so the feeling of her scrubbing my skin was both new and immensely enjoyable. Feeling her fingers moving over my skin as she explored my back and down the cleft of my ass I felt my pussy quickly flood with juice. Pressing up against me she ran her hands up my stomach and cupping my breasts she pinched my nipples. I began to moan as she kissed along my neck, pinching and twisting my nipples. "You're enjoying sex as a woman aren't you," she whispered in my ear turning me towards the back wall of the shower, "you like having your nipples and pussy played with don't you."Her hands never paused seemingly trying to be everywhere at once. "Tiffany," was all I was able to get out before she pulled my hips back towards her causing me to bend over at the waist and shoved her fingers into my pussy from behind. I placed my hands against the back wall of the shower willing to let this woman do whatever she wanted to do to me. My moans filled the small enclosure as she pumped in and out of me her fingers rubbing against my clit each time she moved. "Oh god that feels good," I cried out. "If you like that then you will love this," she said. I couldn't really focus on what she was doing then I felt her fingers begin to probe at my ass. Bracing myself I all but screamed as her fingers pushed into me, the soap lubricating her fingers allowing them to slide in, opening my ass. Holding them there for a moment she began to slowly fuck my ass, twisting her hands as she did. I was lost, her fingers filling both my pussy and ass drove me right up to the edge but it was her words that pushed me over. "You like that don't you Sara," she said, "you like having your holes filled like a slut. You're probably looking forward to getting a hard cock inside you. The big bad marine bent over and getting her pussy pounded like a whore. That's what you want isn't it Sara. You want to feel a hard cock cumming inside you, filling your pussy like a cum slut, don't you?" "FUCK YES," I screamed as my biggest orgasm yet slammed into me. My knees buckled and I collapsed to the shower floor. The orgasm washed over me like a tsunami, completely wiping out any thoughts as my pleasure receptors overloaded and I was nothing more than a quivering mass. Tiffany shut the water off and sat with me until I was able to function properly again, even then I could barely get my body to stop shaking. "Jesus, Tiffany are you fucking trying to kill me," I asked? I wasn't mad, I couldn't be mad, fuck with all the endorphins flowing through my system I wasn't sure if I would ever be able to be mad again. When I was finally able to stand Tiffany helped me to my feet and quickly turned the water back on. Grabbing the loofah she helped wash my body then proceeded to wash and condition my hair. I know I needed to learn to fend for myself when it comes to this stuff but Tiffany had turned me into putty so it would have to wait. As Tiffany washed off I grabbed a towel and stepped into the bedroom quickly drying off. I knew she would be a few more minutes as she needed to shave her legs and that was thankfully something I didn't need to worry about. Drying my hair as best I could I padded out to the kitchen drawn by the smell of coffee. God I love automatic coffee makers. "Oh holy fuck," I said as I realized there was a tall dark haired guy standing in the kitchen staring straight at me over a cup of coffee. I quickly backed up and went back to the bedroom slamming the door. "Tiffany," I asked, "do you by chance have a brother who just happens to have a key and is standing in your kitchen?" "Fuck," she said, "I didn't know he was coming over today. I wasn't expecting him until next week. He didn't see anything did he?" "Only everything," I said staring at Tiffany, "and god only knows what the fuck he heard. Well too late now." "Here put these on," Tiffany said pulling something out of the Victoria's Secret bag from yesterday and handing it to me. The underwear appeared to be a matching set but the bottoms were nearly non-existent. "Exactly what in the fuck is this," I asked holding up the scrap of cloth. Grabbing a matching pair of underwear Tiffany pulled them on. "It's called a thong," she said, "its the closest you can get to not wearing underwear short of a g-string and I'm still undecided if I want to get any of those." Tossing me a pair of jeans Tiffany showed me how she pulled the top of the thong up so it would show. Slipping into the thong I suddenly understood the attraction. It was amazingly comfortable and I felt extremely sexy. Pulling on the jeans I turned and realized I was looking at my ass in the mirror. Glancing at Tiffany I saw her laughing at me as I checked out my own ass in jeans. "Sara, your ass looks amazing," she chucked, "and if you don't believe me ask Mike when we go out there." I did have to admit my ass was fantastic, firm and round. None of that flat white chick ass for me. Finally finished getting dressed I noticed the shirt she gave me was almost skin tight and didn't reach all the way to my waist leaving a couple of inches of skin exposed. "If we have to go on base we might as well tease the flyboys," Tiffany said, "I normally would have put you in shorts but until we can get some sun on those legs, jeans it is. Crap, We need to buy you a bikini. OK, let's go find out what Mike wants." Pulling my hair back into a ponytail we headed out to the kitchen. I was starting to get the hang of some of this girl stuff. Stepping back into the kitchen the first thing I noticed was two cups of coffee on the counter with creamer and sugar readily available. I let Tiffany go first as I figured Mike would have put her coffee in her favorite cup. Grabbing the leftover cup I quickly added creamer and sugar to my hearts content. Like my father I take my coffee white and sweet or some coffee with my cream and sugar. Taking my first sip of coffee in ten years I must have moaned as Tiffany and Mike were both staring at me. "Fuck off," I said, "it's been a while." Taking another sip I could feel the caffeine starting to kick start my system. I didn't drink coffee every day but when I needed it I enjoyed it. While we were having the coffee Tiffany introduced us and I took the time to look him over. He wasn't bad looking, about 6'2" and looked to be in pretty good shape. His dark brown hair was some what shaggy and reached just below his shoulders. His eyes seemed to be nothing more than dark brown pools that would be easy to let yourself get lost into. Why didn't it feel strange to be checking out a guy? It was pretty obvious he was checking me out as well but considering he had already seen me naked that was only to be expected. "So Mike since you have already seen her tits do you think Sara has a nice ass?" Tiffany asked out of the blue, shattering the silence that had descended on the room. I was between sips so I was OK but she managed to catch Mike mid sip and he ended up almost choking on his coffee before he managed to swallow it. I don't have any siblings but I was pretty sure she timed purposely for him to be mid drink. She waited a few moments for him to recover before asking again, "Well? I've watched you checking her out and I want to know if you think she has a nice ass? We were discussing it earlier and I told her that if she didn't believe me then we would ask you." It was funny to see how nervous he suddenly looked. "Mike," I said, "just give me your honest opinion. This isn't one of those 'do these jeans make me look fat questions' I simply want to know if you think I have a nice ass. Seriously you have already seen me naked so throw me a bone here." Glancing down at his jeans I suddenly noticed how hard he was. "Oh wait, you already are. Never mind Tiffany," I said, "I've got my answer. I guess he really is your big brother." "What do you mean," she asked? Her eyes followed mine to his crotch and we both began to laugh. I saw Mike beginning to turn red and immediately moved to defuse the situation. "Mike," I said, "I am not laughing at your cock being hard. From what I can tell no one should be laughing at your cock about anything. Indeed I'm quite flattered you would get as hard as you are if you are indeed getting hard for me and that isn't for Tiffany. It is for me right? Your not hard over Tiffany are you? I mean I would understand if you were. Your sister has a fantastic body and is a monster in the sack." Did I seriously just tell him I thought he had a nice cock? I mean from the way he was filling out his jeans it was pretty obvious he wasn't lacking in that area. "Wait, what," he sputtered, "no it's not for Tiffany. It's for you. I've been hard since you came walking into the kitchen earlier. Fuck I couldn't get it to go down if I wanted to and yes I think you have an awesome looking ass." "See that wasn't too hard, so to speak, was it. I asked a question and you gave me an honest answer," I said. "What are you doing here anyways," Tiffany said, "I didn't think you would be coming by until next week." I glanced at the clock and knew we would have to be leaving soon if we were to make it to the base by nine. Apparently the shower took longer than I thought it did but then again I wasn't exactly processing coherent thoughts for a while their. "My project ended early so I thought I would drop by and take my baby sister to breakfast," he said and then with a big smirk on his face, "unless of course you have already eaten." I watched Tiffany turn several different shades of red before deciding to intervene. "Tiffany," I said, "We have to get going if we are going to make it the base by nine." I had a list of things I needed to get done in my mind and unfortunately all of them seemed to involve standing in one kind of a line or another. Between the base, the DMV, and the bank today did not hold a lot of promise for a fun day but at least it started well. Glancing at the clock Tiffany swore under her breath and quickly moved to grab her keys and purse. My paperwork was in an envelope under my hand so I was ready to go. "What are you heading to the Air Force base for," Mike asked? "I used to be in the Marine Corps but I came down with a condition that led to me being medically retired and I have to get my new ID," I told him, "plus I need a new drivers license and bank card. I've been out of the loop for a while." See I told him the complete truth and didn't have to make anything up. I'm not sure I would always be able to do that in the future. "Do you mind if I tag along," Mike asked, "I was hoping to spend some time with Tiff today since I hadn't seen her in quite a while." "Fine with me," I said, "and I doubt highly that Tiffany would mind." Tiffany soon came out from the bedroom apparently unable to find her keys. "Maybe you should look in the pile of clothes I left in the living room," Mike said, "I picked them up when I got here seeing as they were strewn from the front door to your bedroom." So apparently Mike had picked up the clothes from our little rush to the bedroom last night. Awesome. Tiffany retrieved her keys from her shorts and we were headed to her car when we realized all the boxes from my parents house were still in her car. Mike offered to drive and we all piled into his small truck. It only had the one bench seat and at first I didn't understand why Tiffany insisted I sit in the middle. Once we got underway it made more sense to me as the truck was a stick shift and with the way I was sitting it put Mike's hand directly between my legs. A couple of times his hand seemed to find it's way to my thigh before jumping back up to the gear shift. In truth I found myself enjoying the attention. As we drove I was finally able to ask Tiffany about her piercing and we decided once everything else was finished today I would see about getting mine done. Traffic sucked as was to be expected but we still managed to get to the front gate just before nine. We pulled into the parking lot for the front gate and started looking around for Tech Sergeant Majors. We didn't see her at first but I soon saw an attractive brunette come out the the Pass and ID office and start walking towards us. It took me a moment to realize the woman in jean shorts and a white tank top was the same woman from the hospital. "Sara, over here," she called out waving me over. "Sorry," I said, "didn't recognize you at first Sergeant. Bit of a different look for you today." Taking a moment to check her out I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra and unless the AC in the office was really kicking something else had her nipples hard. "Please, call me Lisa. This folder has all the paperwork you are going to need to get your life started again. There is even a new social security number card in there for you," she said, "The judge issued an emergency order on the name change so it took effect immediately. She also included a letter indicating that your change of appearance was noted by the court and is to be no hindrance in the issuing of any legal documents. If you have any issues have them contact the court directly" "I'm surprised all of this was able to be taken care of so quickly," I told her, "not used to seeing the military move with quite so much efficiency. It's usually all just hurry up and wait." "Yes I agree," she said, "but the orders to expedite this came from higher than I really care to think about and besides, once the Major went to meet the judge I'm pretty sure she signed whatever he brought as quickly as possible. Those two fuck like rabbits every time they get together." Handing me the file we went inside and in short order I had a brand new retired military ID. The Air Force SPs running the office didn't seem to thrilled with giving someone as young as I look a retired ID but once Lisa, had a little chat with their Staff Sergeant things went rather smoothly. I talked to Lisa for a few minutes as she wanted to know how I was adjusting and if she could do anything to help. I think she had an ulterior motive for asking but in truth that didn't bother me at all. She gave me her card and wrote a number on the back which she said was her cell number. I wasn't sure what the hell a cell number was but decided to ask Tiffany or Mike later on. I gave her a quick hug and we were soon headed off base. I wanted to try and get the DMV over as soon as I could but Mike insisted on getting breakfast claiming that Tiffany could get cranky when she didn't eat food in the morning. I could almost hear the quotes around the word food. Transformation Ch. 03 Pulling into a Denny's we went inside and were quickly seated. Tiffany jumped into the middle of her seat leaving me to sit next to Mike. She was going to pay for this. Placing our orders we chatted over our coffee while we waited for our food. "So what else is on the schedule for today anyways," Mike asked. "Well once we finish here I want to get the DMV knocked out and then the bank," I said, "After that I want to get my belly button pierced and at some point I need to see about getting a car. Also I apparently need to go shopping for a bikini. I suppose you are going to want to help with that part?" "We should also look into getting you your own bathroom stuff," Tiffany said. I knew what she meant by this. It wasn't that I needed my own stuff just yet but she was going to take the opportunity to teach me about all the new products that were available. "Your so lucky you don't have to shave your legs," she said, "Don't have to worry about cutting yourself." Mike had a puzzled look on his face. "One of the side effects of my condition is the only place hair grows is on my head," I said, "so no shaving for me. Honestly I truly don't mind that particular side effect." "Do you mind if I ask what your condition is," Mike asked, "I've never heard of anything with a side effect like that." "I'll tell you what it's called and that it's not transmittable in any way that can be found so far," I said, "It's called Chronic Deoxyribonucleic Revision and it's so incredibly rare they don't actually have a name for it and I just made that name up to have something to tell you. Other than that I'd rather not say anything. It's an incredibly life changing event and that will have to be enough for now." I'm sure the doctors have some 18 word latin name for but honestly at this point I didn't really care. I've come to the decision I will be leaving my old life behind and just embrace this new one. It might not be fair to the friends I am leaving behind but in truth after ten years they're not going to notice anything different. I might just have my parents tell everyone I passed away in my sleep without ever regaining consciousness. My new life was in this new body and I would just have to get used to that. "Sorry," I said, "this has all been rather challenging to cope with and there really isn't anyone who would understand what I've been through." "I'm sorry Sara," Mike said, "Having a condition so rare it doesn't even have a name I can't imagine what that must be like. Please know if you want to talk I'm willing to listen." I think it was right then that I knew at some point I was going to be fucking Mike. I also knew that any questions I had about stuff that didn't make sense I would have to wait until I could talk to Tiffany alone, for some reason I didn't want Mike to know my past just yet. If ever. Breakfast came and like the coffee I found myself enjoying the food with almost orgasmic pleasure. Everything tasted better than I remembered. Flavors seemed to just explode on my tongue and threaten to overwhelm me. If Denny's was tasting this good it just goes to show how bad the food at the hospital was. I noticed last night that my mom's cooking was better than I remember but I was just thinking, 'Yeah not hospital food!' Ok so food tasting better was another side effect I could learn to like. We all became engrossed in our food and the the rest of the meal passed in relative silence. Once everyone was done eating we wrapped the meal up fairly quickly as none of us wanted to spend more time at the DMV than absolutely necessary. Pulling into the DMV parking lot I was disheartened by the number of cars in the lot. This was going to take longer than I was hoping. We all climbed out of the truck and made our way inside. "Fucking awesome," I said as we walked into the disaster area that was the DMV. "Listen guys," I told Mike and Tiffany while getting in the line so they can tell you what line to get into, "you don't need to hang around if you don't want to. No need for you to suffer with me." I grabbed a clipboard and started filling out what I hoped was the correct form. Tiffany shook her head. "Nope, I'm good. Nothing else really planned for today," she said, "Besides if I'm not hanging out with you I'll just be hanging out with Mike. Anyways, I'm sure Mike doesn't plan on going anywhere if you're going to be trying on bikinis later." Glancing at Mike he just shrugged his shoulders with a small grin on his face. Reaching the front of the line I handed my paperwork to the woman behind the desk, who according to the little name tag on her lanyard, was named Julie. "How can I help you Miss," asked Julie who suddenly paled after glancing at my paperwork, "Riley?" "I need to get my license updated and I need a new picture," I said. I looked at Mike and Tiffany and they had the same confused look that I did about her reaction. "Please wait here," she said, "I'll be right back." With that she grabbed the clipboard with my information and headed into the back. "Ok, what in the hell is going on," I asked Tiffany and Mike. "No clue," Tiffany said. After a couple of minutes Julie returned with another woman in tow. "Miss Riley, I'm Karen one of the supervisors," the new woman said, "please come with me and I'll get you taken care of." Following her she led me to down to the photo station where she personally took my photo. This was getting stranger and stranger. Opening a closed up station she entered my information and within 10 minutes I had my new license in hand. The only stumble was having to borrow $25 off of Mike to pay for the new license. I tried asking what was going on but all I got was supervisors occasionally help out when it's busy. I wasn't buying it but it was all I could get out of her. So less than 30 minutes total time in and out of the DMV. "What in the fuck was that," I asked as soon as we cleared the DMV parking lot? We had piled into Mike's truck and were headed to the bank. "I don't know," Tiffany said, "but did you see the look on Julie's face. She looked like she was scared shitless." "I really don't know and at this point I really couldn't care less, " I said, "anything that get us out of there a bit faster is fine with me. Let's get this crap finished so we can do something actually enjoyable." My experience in the bank was strangely similar to the DMV. As soon as I walked in I was helped by the branch manager who accepted my paperwork without question. Taking a photo he issued my something called an atm/debit card which I could use like a credit card but just pulling from my account. Well that will certainly be useful. I almost fell out of my chair when he showed me my account balance, there was no way this could be correct. The deposits from the government were easily ten times higher than they were supposed to be and they were consistent. There was never a drop in the payment amounts going all the way back to the beginning of my transformation. Even when I was supposed to have been retired the payments just kept right on going up. I didn't know what the hell was going on but I was determined to find out. "So is it bikini time," Mike asked as soon as we left the bank. Looking over at Tiffany we both just started shaking our heads but I couldn't help laughing at myself because had the roles been reversed I would have been the same way. "I don't know Tiffany what do you think," I asked, "should we do bikinis first or piercing?" "Piercing definitely," was her instant reply. "Piercing it is then. Let's go where you got yours done at," I said. The piercing shop was surprisingly clean and organized. I had been in tattoo parlors before and this place gave off a very similar feel. I started going through the books showing the various work the piercers had done and was shocked to see both tongues and nipples pierced. The tongue piercing didn't really appeal to me but the nipple piercings certainly did. I walked up to Mike who was looking at the jewelry in the case. "See anything you want to get," I asked motioning to the case. "No, I don't think so, maybe next time," he said. I wasn't totally sure if he was joking or not. "Can I help show you anything," the girl working the counter asked. Looking up I saw she was a cute petite redhead who obviously was also a patron of her work. "I want to get my nipples and belly button done and I can't decide between the barbells or the hoops," I said. Glancing around she lifted up her shirt. Her nipples were both double pierced with vertical bars and horizontal hoops. I wasn't sure if I wanted to go that far but I did like the look. Reaching out I pulled on one of her hoops provoking a very audible moan. From the back of the shop a voice bellowed out, "KELLY!!" followed by footsteps rapidly approaching. I released the hoop but not before giving it one last twist provoking another reaction from her. "Kelly what have I told you about that," said a large biker that emerged from the back, "We all know how sensitive your piercings are but I have asked you not to play with them up front." "Sorry Dad," Kelly said her shoulders slumped and her head down. "Actually it's my fault," I said. The biker turned and blinked at me for a few seconds as if seeing me for the first time. "I had a couple of questions and Kelly was nice enough to let me see how her piercings looked," I said, "It's my fault because I couldn't resist reaching out and tugging on them. Twice." "Are you planning on getting any work done," he asked, "because if you're not then get the hell out of my shop." "I am actually," I said, "I want hoops in both nipples and my belly button." I wasn't totally sure I wanted to do this all at once but I figured what the hell I was already here." Nodding his head he quickly turned and headed back into the shop. "Sorry about that Kelly," I told her, "your nipples just looked so irresistible." "It's ok," she said, "I didn't mind at all. So did you decide which ones you want?" Pointing them out she handed me the waiver form while she retrieved my choices. Filling out the form it suddenly dawned on me that my handwriting was clear and legible. I was still left handed but my signature matched perfectly with my new name. Handing her back the form she motioned for me to follow her. "I'm going in the back," I called out to Mike and Tiffany, "are you two coming or staying up here." Mike moved instantly and was joined by Tiffany following me into the back. We entered a cubicle with a reclining chair in the middle, pulling off my shirt and bra I sat down in the chair. A few moments later Kelly's dad joined us carrying a sealed container of piercing tools. He was very professional and efficient and had all three done in a matter of minutes. He did offer to let Mike help get my nipples hard but I think that was mostly to get a rise out of Mike. All bandaged up we headed to the mall to shop for the bikini Tiffany insisted I needed. Finally reaching the mall we grabbed a light lunch before heading into the bikini shop. Well this was going to be interesting, I've looked at and oogled plenty of women in bikinis but now the shoe was on the other foot. Looking around the shop I quickly realized that I was out of my depth. It was at that moment I realized just how screwed I was. If I couldn't pick out a simple swimsuit how in the fuzzy fuck was I going to handle shopping for regular clothes when the time came. Luckily Tiffany came to rescue me from the sales girls circling like so many sharks. Pulling me to the back of the store she handed me a suit and pointed out the open dressing room. I quickly changed and was surprised at how much the suit covered. It was still a bikini but it seemed to be a very modest one. Stepping out Tiffany motioned for me to spin around and by the time I was done she was shaking her head and digging through the pile she had accumulated. Handing me a different suit I went back in and changed again. This went on for almost an hour. Tiffany would set some suits to the side and some just stick in a big pile. Finally finished Tiffany looked at Mike, whose attention was riveted to the door since we started, "Well horndog which suits did you like?" "The black, the green, and the dark blue," he said. Tiffany smiled, "I had a feeling those were going to be your favorites." I noticed that she had those three suits in even a smaller pile than the rest. Handing me the suits Tiffany quickly disappeared into a changing room with her own stack to try on. "So which one was your favorite overall," I asked walking right up to Mike. "The dark blue," he whispered. "Would you like to see it again," I asked? He nodded his head and I stepped back into the dressing room. I felt sorry for him as he had been dealing constantly with a raging hard on for the entire time. I suppose a little pressure relief was in order. Changing back into the dark blue I made sure to knot the ties on the top. I adjusted the bottoms so they rode up, exposing as much of my ass as possible. Walking out of the dressing room I walked right up to Mike and slowly turned around. "What do you think," I asked? "Unfuckingbelievable," was all he said. Walking back into the dressing room I smiled when I realized I had been rolling my hips as I walked. Closing the door I waited a few moments before I called out, "Mike can you give me a hand really quick?" Was I actually going to do this? Was I going to carry out the plan in my head? I don't understand but instead of being repulsed the idea of having his cock in my mouth was causing my pussy to flood. I heard a light knocking on the door. "Come on in," I said. Stepping into the dressing room I didn't realize how small the room was until Mike was taking up most of the extra space. "I somehow managed to knot the strings on my top," I said quietly, "can you undo them please?" Turning around I felt his hands begin to fumble with the knots. As he worked I slowly backed up until my ass was pressing against the front of his jeans. Grinding ever so slightly I felt him manage to get the lower string undone. Reaching down I began rubbing the front of his jeans feeling his cock beneath my hands. Unzipping his jeans I slipped my hand inside and wrapped my hand around him. The skin felt so soft and warm yet it was like iron underneath. I turned around and undoing the button holding his jeans up I let them fall to the ground. "Can you be quiet," I asked, my hand slowly stroking him. Not trusting himself to speak he slowly nodded yes. Pushing him back just a bit I slowly lowered myself to my knees. Taking a moment I examined his cock, having never been this close to one that wasn't attached. He wasn't excessively large maybe just under 8 inches but the balls underneath were heavy and full. This was it, I was really going to do this. Reaching out with my tongue I began slowly swirling it around the head, running it along the ridges and curves licking up a drop of precum that was already flowing. I knew he wouldn't last long from the quiet moans he was already making. Wrapping my lips around the head I began slowly taking more of his cock into my mouth. I kept my movements slow and deliberate as I didn't want him crying out. Keeping my teeth out of the way I began backing out, keeping the suction on his cock. I was amazed as I could feel his cock twitch and flex in my mouth. Moving back down I developed a steady rhythm as I sucked him in and out. Reaching up I began to massage his balls as I used my tongue along the underside of his cock. Keeping up my rhythm of suction and massage I soon heard his breathing begin to shorten. I knew he was getting close and I wanted him to cum in my mouth. Suddenly I felt his balls tighten against his body and heard a strangled, "Sara," as his cock began to twitch in my mouth. Pulling back a bit I kept my lips wrapped around the head as his cum hit my tongue quickly filling my mouth. The taste was unlike anything I had imagined salty, sweet and, utterly delicious. Without thinking I began to swallow enjoying the feeling of his cum sliding down my throat. Reaching up I began carefully stroking him working to get every drop of his cum, relishing in the taste. Finally finishing I stood and pulled his jeans up, letting him button and zip. "Better," I asked? "God yes," he said, "thank you." Moving so he could step out I quickly dressed and gathered the three bikinis I was buying. Stepping out of the dressing room I found Tiffany waiting outside looking like the cat who ate the cream. I decided to be a little evil, walking up to her I pulled her against me and started kissing her. Her mouth opened on reflex and I thrust my tongue into her mouth. We kissed for several long seconds before her eyes flew open and she broke the kiss. "That was mean," she said. I couldn't help but smile as she made no effort to remove his taste from her mouth. "Yes, it was," I said, "Tasty isn't he." Taking the bikinis to the counter I paid for them and we made our way out into the mall. "Mike go on ahead," I said, "I need to talk to Tiffany for a minute." Waiting for him to get out of earshot I pulled Tiffany into a small alcove with some water fountains. "Tiffany let me just say the only reason I did that was to wipe the grin off your face," I said, "I wasn't trying to upset you. Right now you two are literally my only friends in this world." "Sara," Tiffany said, "understand something about me. I like the the taste of cum. When you kissed me all I could think was how good your mouth tasted. The fact it was Mike's cum didn't register at first and yes he is very tasty. I'm not upset just please don't do that again. I really have no desire to have my brother's cock or cum in my mouth." "Deal," I replied, "Let's go find Mike. Is there anything else you want to do here?" "Oh yes," she said turning to catch up with Mike, "We are going to hit Bath and Body Works. If you are going to live as a woman you need to pick a signature scent and get some lotions and creams." I stood there for a moment watching her before I took off after her. A signature scent? Was she kidding. Working my way through the crowd I felt someone palm my ass. I spun to try and see who it was but with the crowd in the mall there was no way for me to tell. Awesome, my first week in my new life and I'm already getting my ass grabbed. Then again I have already done so many things I never would have imagined I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Finally catching up with Tiffany and Mike we headed towards Bath and Body works. That was the plan anyways. That was the plan until I walked by the entrance to Hot Topic and made a sharp turn into the store. It was the t-shirts that drew me in. It took Tiffany 25 minutes and seven baby doll band shirts to get me out of there. I was waiting for Mike to say something but smartly he kept his mouth closed. Going into Bath and Body works I quickly understood Tiffany's interest in the place. There were lotions, and sprays, and creams of every possible kind. We must have been in there an hour and a half before finally leaving with several bags of stuff. I had picked out a coconut vanilla scent that for some reason I just really liked. Funny I had thought she was kidding with the signature scent comment and here I was with bottle after bottle of coconut vanilla and holy hell this crap is expensive. Apparently the first thing to looking and smelling good is the liberal application of dollars. We wandered the mall for a while longer but in truth I was starting to get bored. I guess that's one thing that hasn't changed at least. I never could handle shopping for hours and hours. We were just getting ready to leave when I saw a store I had never seen before. I knew I had to try and play it cool but walking into the Verizon store was something new for me. I've always been big into gadgets and stuff but these new phones were awesome. Don't get me wrong I've seen mobile phones before but they were always either full sized phones in a car or that massive brick of a phone that came out in the 80's. In ten years technology had changed so much it was boggling my mind. There was no way I was going to be able to leave the store without getting a phone. I quickly filled out the contract and soon was leaving the store with a brand new cell phone. I started to check out the phone when it suddenly rang. Looking at it I was trying to figure out how to answer when Tiffany grabbed it from my hand. "It's a text message," she said, "see push here to read it." Taking the phone back I pushed the button she had pointed out. The message which displayed a number of 000-000-0000 read, 'Sara, you are not alone as you think.' Transformation Ch. 04 I was just lying back on the bed and enjoying how very good life can be. My wife Cat, Catherine to everyone else but me, and I had been playing our new game for about three months. If you have read the earlier tales you will know that after losing a bet to her I began a new and exciting lifestyle. The feeling of her mouth on me, slowly moving up and down my shaft, helped to stimulate the memories of our recent adventures. I lay there with my head propped up on the pillows watching her at work. Watching Cat's mouth slide up and down my cock is one of the most thrilling sights I can think of. I reminisced about our girl's nights out when she and I would dress in our best and go dancing at a local club, teasing the boys and each other. I recalled our shopping trips where we would spend the day selecting and trying on outfit after outfit, flirt mercilessly with the sales staff, both male and female, and talk intimately as only two close girlfriends can. Becoming my wife's best girlfriend, her confidant and playmate has been the most exciting things I have ever done. To have remained her husband in all ways at the same time made the arrangement perfect. I was enjoying life, in both of my personas. My closet was half full of beautiful female attire ranging from pants to hot skirts, from business suits to shorts and halters. My dresser had surrendered half of its draws to lingerie. And, I was getting a fantastic blowjob. I felt Cat's head rise from me and through half closed eyes looked at her. She was beautiful. Her face was shinning with the enjoyment that she was getting from pleasing me. Her tongue was sticking out just a little and licking her lips which shone with the moisture that was leaking from me. Her eyes were bright and full of mischief. "Have you ever tried this?" she asked in an almost whisper. I heard, but the question didn't immediately register with me. "Back to work lover," I coached her. She took a quick swallow of me and then returned to stare into my eyes, now open as my mind was jerked back to the present by a growing fear of some unknown danger pending. "I asked," she repeated for me, "have you ever done this? I looked at her. Damn she was beautiful. She was supporting herself with her arms on top of my legs, her hair dangled onto my thighs and tickled sensually, her fist was wrapped around the bottom of my hard dick and the shaft of it was wet and glistened from her mouth. I tried my best to play dumb, "Done what?" "This!" she said as she lowered her mouth over me again taking in all of my cock that stuck above her gripping hand. She held me deep in her mouth and sucked, bringing me closer to the inevitable orgasm. She had held me on the brink for about 20 minutes now and it wouldn't take much to push me over to an explosion in her mouth. "This," she said again after releasing me as I trembled close to cuming. "Have you ever had a cock in your mouth, have you ever given someone a blowjob?" "Show me again what you mean?" I asked teasing her, hoping to divert her back to my main interest right now. "No more until I get an answer,' she smiled and then licked the head of me. "Come on baby," I pleaded, "that's no question to ask now, or ever for that matter." "Tell me," she teased, "have you ever done it?" I guess I was blushing a little, or something else gave her the telltale sign she needed. She almost screamed as she jumped up and sat next to me. "You have!" she cried, "Oh my God you have, haven't you?" "Come on Cat, you can't stop now," I begged her, partly because I was so near an orgasm and partly because I certainly didn't want to talk about this particular topic. "Oh no you don't buster, you're not getting out of this! You're going to tell me all about it sooner or later so you might as well get it over with!" "Oh come on Cat, don't do this to me, please!" I pleaded. "Look, if I have to dress you up in panties and heels so we can talk about this as girlfriends I will, but you are going to tell me," she insisted. "It was nothing Cat, honestly, it was just dumb kid shit!" "Yeah, well for dumb kid shit you sure are getting red in the face!" She was relentless when she wanted something and this was going to be one of those times. I finally just took a deep breath and started to tell her what she wanted to hear. "It happened when I was still in puberty. There used to be some woods behind our old neighborhood and you know how kids are, we had all of these new feelings and weird things happening to us that we just didn't understand. Well a couple of us experimented a little. We didn't even know what we were doing. I mean we didn't even have words yet for what we felt or did." Cat was smiling at me and she looked so soft and loving. "There, that wasn't so bad was it?" I continued on, trying to mitigate the past actions. "I think it was kind of normal for kids at that age to experiment." Cat cocked her head a little, "Well if it was so normal why are you so embarrassed?" "Aw Cat you're killing me here!" I moaned. "Look it was a long time ago and while it may have been normal then it isn't now, ok? It's not like I'm queer or anything." "Did you like it?" she asked with her evil grin. "Damn, jeez Cat, what do you want from me? Yeah! I liked it! It was the most thrilling thing I had ever felt up until that point in my life." I blurted out. "Somehow I knew that it was wrong and that only made it more exciting for me." Cat moved back between my legs and took my still hard cock back into her mouth and went to work on me. Slowly I settled down again to enjoy her special talent and just as I was really getting back into the fun of it she raised her head again. "Do you ever think about it?" She lowered her head back slipping her mouth over me in a long slow motion that electrified my brain and removed my inhibitions. "I have, a few times. Please don't stop." Her mouth came off me again. "What did you like better, doing or getting?" Down went her mouth again and up came my blood in a rush of pleasure. "Both, I liked both. Oh God Cat that feels so good!" For some reason the admissions she was dragging from me only excited me more and with one last long slip of her mouth she had me erupting. I jerked my hips to her as I unloaded into her accepting mouth. I wasn't an expert, I mean I hadn't had blowjobs from very many women, but I was sure that Cat had to rank with the very best of them. I shook all over as I came and the orgasm seemed to come from deep inside of me, so intense that it almost hurt. The very first weekend we had spent as girlfriends Cat had instituted sharing. Anytime that she brought me to a climax with her mouth she would slip up my body and cover my mouth with hers and share my cum with me. I hadn't objected that first time and I didn't object this time. It seemed like a natural finish, to share the fruits of her efforts. When we had finished I leaned back from her and asked, "Have you ever done that with anyone else?" She smiled at me. You have to know Cat to learn about her smile. It can be mischievous, heartwarming, stimulating or threatening. This time it was full of the joy of her mischief. "You know I think that might be a conversation best left for a girlfriend. What say we get dressed and go get a drink and talk a little." Cat and I showered and changed. A little while later I slipped into our car wearing a nice pair of slacks that hugged my hips, a pull over blouse and short heels. Cat drove, reminding me again that I drove like a drunk when I wore heels in the car. We had developed a comfortable lifestyle in the few short months that I had been crossdressing. Several nights a week I was en femme. Sometimes we stayed home and just watched a movie, cuddled and talked. Some nights we went out to dinner or for a couple of drinks. A couple of times we had returned to the same club I first visited as a girl and enjoyed a few hours of dancing and flirting. I was still a little uncomfortable when dressed as a lady, but was getting more accustomed to it with each experience. If it hadn't been for the perpetually hard nipples on my fake breasts poking little tents in my blouse no one would have given us a second look as we walked into the quiet little club. Cat has offered to cut the prominent protrusions off my breasts forms but I had declined. Gradually I was getting used to having guy's attention drawn to my chest. Even at times like this when I was not trying to be sexy or seductive it gave me a thrill to know that I turned on the guys. We took our place at a tiny table and ordered our usual wine. Once the waiter left Cat turned to me and said. "You look cuter every time I see you sweetheart." I smiled into her eyes and covered her hand with mine and replied, "Thank you." We chatted for a few minutes, adjusting to the atmosphere of the place and each other. Finally I worked up the nerve to ask the question, "So, have you ever done that before?" Cat just looked at me a minute, then smiled her conspiratorial grin. "Honey not like I do with you and Jessup. If that's what you mean." Our relationship suffered from a split personality. Well maybe benefited from it would be a better term. Whenever I was dressed up as Jessie Cat would talk to me as a very intimate girlfriend. She would tell me things that Jessup would never get to hear, many of them about him and their relationship. Somehow or other when I took off my panties and makeup I was suppose to leave all of the secrets behind with the female personality. While that may seem difficult and confusing to a lot of people it worked amazing well for us. Cat continued, "Now if you are asking if I ever gave head before well of course I have. I almost never let the guy cum in my mouth but sometimes I did, if I really liked them." I just looked at her waiting for her to continue. "Does that bother you? You know that I was a virgin when Jessup and I meet? The way I stayed one was hand jobs and blow jobs." I remembered that when we first started dating she would do that for me. It wasn't until we moved in together that we actually had sex. Remember, our President said that blowjobs weren't sex, who am I to argue? Cat had just a little more to say, "The sharing thing was just for you. I thought that you and Jessup would enjoy feeling and tasting some of the pleasure that I got." I cupped her face with my hand and told her that she had been right, as usual. I hadn't polished my nails before leaving the house, but the tips of my fingers were well manicured and looked very feminine. As Jessup I left my nails bare, but well shaped. No one had noticed as far as I could tell. We talked a while longer and had another wine before Cat got to the topic she had on her mind. Again she spoke as if her husband, Jessup, was at home. "Sweetie, you know that Jess has been trying to get me out of the office and into the field selling our services with him. He claims that a lot of customers would respond better to a woman, especially a good looking one. I accused him of wanting to pimp me for sales. He claims that I would only be eye candy. What do you think?" I thought this was a chance to get something I had wanted a long time and knew my answer immediately, but faked thoughtful consideration for a moment. "You know Cat, he is probably right. Face it girl, this is still a man's world for the most part and a lot of them would be an easier sale for a cute gal like you. If you were willing to dress nice, you know heels and a skirt, and maybe show a little cleavage you could do some real good for the company. If you didn't mind flirting a little it could be a big plus." "You think so?" "Yeah, I do, really." "Well I'm glad you feel that way! Now don't take this wrong honey, but you have been with us 3 months now and I think it is time you did a little something to support yourself. The job is yours!" "What!" I still had trouble with my voice when I got surprised and this came out a low, but definite male growl. "Oh I'm not talking about full time, maybe two days a week to help Jessup sell those tough accounts, the ones he thinks a girl could do better at." I was speechless. I just stared at her waiting for the thoughts to focus in my head. I had never been out of the house without Cat when I was Jessica. Now she wanted me to call on customers? Cat held my hand on the table top. "I have been watching you Jessie, you're doing great. You wouldn't have any trouble at all with this if you just believe that you can do it. Besides, you love to flirt! Oh yes! I've watched you show a little leg, or rub against the guy when you dance, or bat your eyes at them. You just love it don't you?" Well she was right about that, I did enjoy my new role and the games that came with it. "Cat you're right, I do enjoy it, and I have thought about going to work like this, but only to someone who didn't know Jessup well, had only met him once maybe. Just don't know if I am ready for regular outside job, being around people that much." "You don't have any trouble here do you, around all these people?" "Cat, you're here with me, that makes a big difference to me!" She looked at me with sad eyes. "Well, Sweetie, I love having you around, but I can't abide a freeloader, so you either have to start earning your way or I am going to have to ask you to move out." My mouth dropped open. What was she telling me? I could either do this or we would stop playing? I had thought about it, but I was afraid. There was so much that could go wrong in a situation where I would be alone, without her guidance or protection. She continued in a more encouraging vein. "We know that you're every bit as smart as Jessup and have all the computer skills you need, so that part of it would be second nature to you. All you would have to really work on is the people skills." "You mean the flirting!" I quipped harshly. "Yes," she laughed, "the flirting! My darling husband thought it was ok for me, so I am sure he would agree to his sister doing it. It is for the good of the company and all that." I just shook my head, I knew that I was stuck and honestly wasn't planning to fight it very hard no matter how badly it scared me. "Good," she said, "you can start Thursday." I was still reeling from my new job offer and sipping a little wine when Cat's next shocker got me. "Do you think Jessup has sucked any dick since he was a kid?" I spit wine on the table, choking on her question. She burst into laughter as she handed me a napkin to wipe my chin. "What?" she said, " is that not a question to ask his sister?" "No," I muttered as I wiped, "it is definitely not a question to ask his sister, but I am very sure that he hasn't!" She wasn't giving up, "Do you think he has thought about it?" "If he did think about it what he thought was that it would be queer for him to do it! He's not queer!" "Yeah, you're probably right." Then she grinned, "What about you, it's not queer for a girl to give a little blowjob, have you thought about it?" I lied with as straight a face as I could manage. "No, I hadn't thought about it. I'm very happy with you." She was cupping my face again as she asked, "Would you suck my cock if I had one?" The image of Cat with a hard dick filled my mind and made me shiver. I leaned to her, "Yes, I would." Cat moved to me and brushed her lips over mine, thrilling me to my core. She loved to make these little shows of lesbian affection in public, and I didn't mind one bit. I was her lover and didn't care who knew. The following Thursday I went to work for the company as the new outside sales representative. I have got to say that it scared me to death the first time I walked into a client's office as Jessie. I wore a light gray skirt and blazer with a white blouse and a mauve camisole showing some pretty lace at the bodice. Over the months I had allowed my hair to grow out some and Cat had arranged it in a pretty bob for me. The short two inch heels were professional and comfortable, if not flagrantly sexy. To my surprise and relief everything went well. No one noticed anything unusual about me, and a few even said that I was more knowledgeable about the business than Jessup. Before the first day was over I had grown comfortable in my role and had begun to flirt a little with the guys in the offices I visited. The teasing comments I got in return made my day for me. I was so excited when I finally got back home that I blathered on for hours to Cat. She was very patient with me. Listening to my ramblings about the clients and the people I had met that day. Soon though my excitement turn sexual and we ended up in a tangle of bodies on the couch, locked together by our lips and struggling to devour each other. Cat led me upstairs. I quietly undressed her and laid her back on the bed. I wanted to love my wife as Jessie. I had become very proficient at the art of loving her thanks to her gentle guidance and instruction. I set to my task with enthusiasm. I licked and nibbled and teased every part of her from toes to ears as I adored her with my whole being. Cat was soon riding the waves of her excitement to high sexual tension, climbing and receding only to climb again until she was at the crest of an orgasm. I was trembling with the thrill of it too as I rubbed my still clothed body over hers, feeling the fabric of my skirt, blouse and hose on her bare skin. Her bare thighs were warm against my cheeks and her pussy was hot and wet under my mouth when she pushed me back. She reached under her pillow and brought out a new toy. This was a two-headed fake cock about 12 inches long. She handed it to me without a word. It felt so real, looked so real as I held it in my hand. It had a skin like texture to it and the resilience matched the feel of my own dick when hard. "Fuck me with that," she said to me. I leaned back enough to be able to reach her then slipped one end of it into her opening. She was wet and loose and ready for it. Slowly I worked it into her, pushing and pulling back as I went. She was lifting to meet me, trying to get more as I teasingly only allowed her to have a few inches. She moaned and looked into my eyes pleading. I pushed it in until she couldn't take anymore. Gripping the other headed end of it I pumped the cock in and out of her pussy as she moved and moaned under it. I was riveted by the life like dick in my hand as I fucked her. It looked like I was jacking her off. My painted nails contrasted with the flesh-toned shaft and purple head of it. "Suck my cock!" she said. I stared at the five inches of cock sticking from her. I remembered her asking me if she had a cock would I suck it. Now was the time to live up to my promise. I lowered my mouth to it and opened as wide as I could. This manmade duplicate appeared to be about the same size as my own so I knew it was possible to get it in a mouth, Cat had done mine countless times. As it passed my lips I could taste the synthetic material of it, but that seemed irrelevant, what seemed real was the shape and idea of it in my mouth. I lowered as far as I could before the gag reflex took over and then backed off a little. I started to slip up and down it as I had seen her do so many times. Cat lifted to her elbows so she could watch me as I gave her a blowjob. "Just relax your mouth, don't try to hold it open, let that hard cock do that for you." I put my jaw muscles in neutral and she was right, it became easier to slip over her. I was taking about four inches into my mouth and twisting around her as I did it. I could feel it working inside her, moving slightly in and out and around as I moved my head and mouth. Transformation Ch. 04 Chapter 4 Nancy's Sisters This is part of a series of events that my wife/mistress has told me to relate in the hopes of improving other couples lives. I would suggest reading them all (in order preferably) to get a clear picture of our female led marriage. A FLM does not have to include the delivery of pain or other kinks that some people object to (I do not like pain and my wife hates to administer it but I still clearly know who is in charge). It only needs to include what the wife wants. Look for other stories under my author name: Nancysboybill. Nancy wanted me to write about her sisters Chris and Jenna and their relationships with their husbands/slaves since they are such a large part of our own story. Chris and Bob: Chris was the first person to know about Nancy and I and the first to give me a punishment spanking. For the weeks immediately following her learning about us she was practically a fixture in our house soaking up all the information we could provide. As we became used to her presence we gradually went back to our own routines. Chris learned to appreciate the attentiveness I was showing Nancy and to a lesser extent her. Nancy insisted that I address her as Miss Chris and show her as much respect as I did Nancy (actually I now must show this respect to all women). Chris ate this up and her conversations with Nancy turned to how she would get Bob to accept this life style. From the looks I started getting from Bob I am sure Chris told him all about us to gauge his reaction. I later learned that Chris started demanding more from Bob in bed and giving him fewer orgasms if she wasn't satisfied with his behavior. A month or so after this began Nancy had me go to my workshop and make a paddle to match ours. Knowing the way Nancy and Chris work I made two figuring that Jenna would need one soon as well. Several months later we were at Chris and Bobs' for dinner. Bob greeted my wife as Miss Nancy and I noticed that he didn't sit down much and when he did he looked very uncomfortable. I also saw the paddle hanging from a hook in the kitchen. Chris keeps many photo albums of the family from old black and whites from of her grandparents to very recent pictures. These are usually on the shelves in the living room but today two of them where out on the table. I first picked up the on titled Nancy and Bill and was chagrinned to see that the first page was an 8X10 of my ass with a single paddle print, with Nancy and Chris smiling in the background while Chris showed off the paddle. My suspicions were all confirmed when I opened the album Chris and Bob and was met with a very similar picture, this time with Nancy holding the paddle. I believe Chris and Bob lead a life similar to ours although Chris is very public and has even turned Bob over her knee in a shopping mall. They are a fun outgoing couple and I thoroughly enjoy their company. They have had a FLM for 8 -- 9 years now and like us seem to be happier. I have not written much about these two as Chris has requested that Bob author the next chapter of our story. Jenna and Jim: Jenna is a breed apart from her sisters. She is competitive, driven and high strung. She got through college on an athletic scholarship and could have gone pro in basketball or tennis; instead she went to med school and became a very successful surgeon. Jim on the other hand is a charming slug. I personally believe that he married Jenna with visions of a life of leisure while she pulled down the big bucks. For the first five years they were married that is the life he led. Their arrangement was that he would take care of the house while she worked but as time went on she was doing more of the housework and he did more of the eating and drinking his way to being a drunken fat slob. Jenna was starting to confide in her sisters that she was getting fed up with Jim and was thinking about leaving him. For all of Jenna's good qualities she had a blind spot for Jim and was not ready to cut him loose. Her constant theme with Nancy and Chris was that they ended up with the marriage she had always wanted. One night while the three sisters were drinking wine and commiserating in our kitchen she pointed to the paddle hanging on the wall and said to Jenna "I thought that was in your kitchen, what's it doing here?" Jenna looked at Chris and said "It's time we bring her into the fold; she needs this even more than we do." Chris said "yes but let's have Bill do it. BILL, bring the gift you made for Jenna and explain its meaning." I brought the paddle and addressed her for the first time as Miss Jenna. After many questions and answers Jenna declared that this would be the rule in their house as well. Ironically Jim loved the pain and would purposely do things to bring on the punishment. The paddle had the opposite effect it was intended for. Denying orgasms didn't work as Jim would openly masturbate looking Jenna in the eye and saying she should go ahead and punish him. Then came the family reunion. Jenna saw my chastity device for the first time and knew it was her answer. Measurements were taken that night and the next day his device was ordered with overnight shipping (Chris also ordered one for Bob seeing an opportunity for fun as well as a very effective disciplinary tool). At bedtime that night Jenna told Jim that she had a new punishment for him and he let her tie him to the bed expecting the pain he loves. She then called Nancy and Chris into the room. Nancy was to show Jenna and Chris how to shave and oil him in preparation for the device and also (this is by far the worst part) how to use ice water and a washcloth to get rid of his erection and get him small enough to fit into the device. Jim was raging mad at this development and Jenna asked Nancy to keep the key until Jim calmed down and accepted his new life. It was a full month before Jenna retrieved the key. By then she had learned about milking and ruined orgasms and had turned Jim into a meek man. After Jim had gotten his first orgasm and was put back into his device Jenna explained the new rules to him. She would have his obedience and respect at all times. If he wanted orgasms he would have to earn them through a point system. She would have orgasms by way of his tongue every day (something he hated to do). He would quit drinking, smoking and lose fifty pounds. If he didn't agree to this they would be through and he would actually have to work for a living. Jenna's diet regimen for Jim was really quite simple and effective, every Friday morning he was to be weighed. The number of pounds he lost from the previous weigh in would be the number of orgasms he would be allowed that week. Likewise any pounds gained would take away orgasms that he may have earned in other ways. Pounds gained were multiplied by two and would carry over to future weeks. Jim once was forced to go 6 weeks without an orgasm. Both Bob and I also started our own diet/exercise regimens at the news of this plan out of fear which certainly amused our wives. Jim's other points were earned or lost by completing lists of tasks Jenna would leave him. She fired the gardener and the twice a week cleaning service at this time and their home looks better than ever. Jim has also become a five star restaurant quality cook over this time. Jenna is also very public and will often invite her friends over. She takes great pride in her control over Jim as he serves them wearing only his device during cocktails and a more proper dress during dinner. Jim tried to leave Jenna once and actually stayed away for almost a week but found he missed the pain and abuse she loved to give out. I am glad I am not married to the competitive sister. Nancy's notes: I am close to both my sisters and love them very much but I do not like the way Jenna treats Jim and thus stay away from them as couple more than I should. I think that partially it is her nature and partially it is anger over his behavior in the early part of their marriage. Chris on the other hand is much more light-hearted and although she strictly rules Bob it is with a loving hand. You can see the love returned in his pride at pleasing her. Like me, Chris will not spank Jim; I am called on for this task just as I call on her. We both think that this takes the anger out of the punishment and keeps it from getting out of hand. It also adds a humiliation factor that both men hate. I want to add a word here about how much Jenna likes inflicting pain on a helpless man. Shortly after Bill presented her with a paddle he was in need of punishment so I invited Jenna to do the honors. When Jenna arrived at our house she had a glazed look on her face, was smiling broadly and breathing deeply. This is how she always was before her athletic competitions and I should have recognized it as a warning sign. Jenna insisted that Bill be tied up for his spanking which is something I had never done; I just told Bill to get his ass in the air and take it or we would start back at stroke one. Fortunately I noticed that the way Jenna had him tied his balls were dangling behind his legs and I am sure she meant to paddle them; I untied him and told Jenna "My slave, my rules." She then stripped down to bra and panties (she said it was for freedom of movement). She even took the time to stretch which I attributed to her athletic training. As she stretched though, I noticed a wet spot starting on her panties which was growing with her anticipation. Her strokes were much harder than Bill had received before but it was only going to be twenty and he had taken many more than that in the past. By ten strokes Jenna had worked up a sweat and was moaning, by fifteen she was using on hand to pleasure herself and she timed the last stroke to coincide with her orgasm. Jenna was not invited to the apology session and will NEVER take part in punishing Bill again. I also want to acknowledge that this chapter is not particularly exciting to read but that is not the reason these memoirs are being written. Once again they are meant as a glimpse into a lifestyle for those considering adopting it. I know that FLMs range from games on Saturday night to 24/7/365 all out bizarreness but I wanted to give a glimpse into how we live it day to day. I would never want the extreme of Jenna and Jim but I also could not go back to an "equal" relationship with all its' pettiness and bickering. Admittedly I have become spoiled and probably a bit selfish but as I often say, it's good to be queen. Transformation Ch. 04 I couldn't get out of that mall fast enough. To my credit I did hold it together and not scream or freak out, I really wanted to but I did not. I did however make it perfectly clear that I wanted to be anywhere else. I all but ran out to the truck with Tiffany and Mike barely able to keep up. "Sara," Tiffany asked once we were in the truck, "calm down, what has you so freaked out?" I didn't know what was going on but there were too many strange little coincidences to let me be calm about this. I took a few deep breaths to try and calm down before finally handing Tiffany the phone. Her eyes flew open and she did a double take on the message. "Mike take us home" was all she said. Neither Tiffany nor I said anything for the rest of the drive. "Ok girls what in the fuck is going on? Sara what has you so freaked out? What is the deal with that message," Mike asked as soon as we were inside the house. I knew I was going to have to come clean with him I just didn't realize it would be so soon. How do you tell someone that the black haired naked woman with the massive tits you saw earlier who, by the way gave you a blowjob in a dressing room, used to be a guy. A guy who was changed into a woman by some kind of retrovirus from a glowing blue gecko. Fuck me. "Mike," I said, "before I tell you why I am freaked out I need to get my boxes out of Tiffany's car and then I'm going to get changed. Once that is done I will explain everything, everything." It's funny, I had only known Mike a few hours but I was already feeling the loss of a friend. I was pretty sure he as freak out, both over what I used to be and what happened. I looked over at Tiffany and had a feeling I would be uninviting myself from staying here. I had enough money to get my own place and I wouldn't let my issues come between brother and sister. I hadn't unpacked but I would need a ride to a hotel for tonight at least. We brought my boxes in set them in the bedroom where all my clothes from the hospital were put. I really did like this house. The previous owners had converted the extra rooms into a second master bedroom with its own full bath. Digging through the boxes I found what I was looking for, my high school yearbook, my boot camp graduation book, and my favorite shorts and tank top. I quickly stripped down to my panties before pulling the shorts and tank top on. Yes they were extremely baggy and the tank top barely covered my breasts but these were my relaxation clothes. Ok the tank top barely covered my tits as long as I didn't move too much. Looking at the clock I realized I could take the bandages off my piercings and since I desperately did not want to go back out to the living room I decided to give them a cleaning first. Slowly pulling at the tape to make sure I didn't catch the hoop I stared in disbelief at my nipple. It was completely healed. I checked my two other piercings and they were the same. Instead of looking five hours old they looked five years old. I replaced the tape and decided I could use this in my explanation. Grabbing the two books I headed back out to the living room. "Mike," I said, "before I start I want you to know you're probably going to hear some things that will upset you. All I ask is that you let me completely finish and I will answer any question I am able to." "Sara," Tiffany interrupted, "you don't have to do this." "Yes, Tiffany I do," I said, "When I said earlier that the two of you were my only friends I meant it. I've already decided to have my mom tell everyone I died in my sleep." Tiffany gasped and I saw tears start to form in her eyes. "Tiffany, I have been out of those people's lives for longer than I was in them. It's better this way. Because of this," I said pointing to my body, "I have to walk away from everything and everyone I ever knew. People always talk about wanting a clean slate, well I can tell you a clean slate sucks ass. You lose everything that makes you who you are. Depending on the results of this conversation I'm already prepared to wipe the slate clean again as I refuse to let my issues get between the two of you" Tiffany was in tears on the couch and Mike seemed to be teetering somewhere between pissed and confused. I walked over to Tiffany and wrapped my arms around her. "Tiffany," I whispered, "I don't want to leave but if Mike reacts badly it will be for the best. So no more tears, ok? Not until there is a reason for them." I gently kissed her face tasting her salty tears. Moving to kiss her lips I found myself in the sweetest, most tender kiss I have ever experienced. It was tempting to just keep kissing her but I knew I owed Mike an explanation. "So are you willing to listen and not interrupt," I asked turning to Mike. "Yes," he said before settling back on the couch. The next few hours went slowly as my explanation depended as much on Tiffany as it did on me. We paused when the pizza we ordered for dinner showed up but as soon as the pizza was served we jumped right back in. I went over everything I could think of. Every coincidence, every amazingly convenient occurrence, every last little thing I could think of, got brought up. From the spectacle at the DMV to the ease of the bank, things just didn't make sense, till I suddenly remembered that Tiffany had said clothes started showing up about a year ago and Lisa had told me that base legal had received their orders to start researching my transition about the same time. It was all linked but why? I took the fact that Mike hadn't gotten up and run out the front door as a positive sign. Finally finishing I looked at Mike expectantly hoping for if not a positive reaction but at least one of acceptance. "Sara," he said patting his lap, "come here." Crossing the room I straddled his lap and settled myself against him as his hands came to rest on my ass. "I'll admit it's a pretty wild tale," he said," and if you didn't have my sister here to back up your story I'd say you were full of shit. Yes part of me is completely freaked out right now and I'm sure that doesn't surprise you in the slightest. However, there is also a part of me that cannot deny that you are most certainly an incredibly sexy and talented woman and while I can tell part of you wants to understand what has happened you are also accepting of the fact you are no longer in the body you were born with and seem intent on enjoying the one you have. I greatly enjoyed what happened in the bikini store and am hoping that wasn't a one-time deal." I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding and felt myself relax against him. "I do have one last thing to show you," I said, "Tiffany, how long did it take for your piercing to heal?" "About four months," she said, "why?" "Come here then," I said patting the couch next to Mike. Once Tiffany was settled next to us I pulled the straps of my tank top together between my breasts completely exposing them. "Go ahead and remove the tape," I told them. Reaching up they both began pulling the tape off my nipples and the sensations were shooting straight to my pussy. I started grinding down on Mike and I could feel how absolutely rock hard he was underneath me. "That's not possible," Tiffany said. I had been expecting that response and leaned backwards pulling my tank top off and tossing it aside. When I started leaning back Mike immediately pulled my hips forward trying to ensure I didn't fall. While that may have been his intention what in fact it did was pull my pussy hard against cock, the shorts being so loose the cloth had completely moved. I knew what this was leading to and some part of me deep down wanted this. I wanted to feel him inside me. I smiled at him as I leaned back, resting my hands on his knees allowing Tiffany to remove the tape from my belly button. I never stopped the slow roll of my hips as Tiffany examined my piercings, losing myself in the feeling of his denim covered cock against my silk panties. "Are your nipples sensitive," I heard Tiffany ask from behind me. I hadn't realized she moved. The answer was ripped from my throat as I felt her pull up sharply on the hoops causing me to moan and scream all at once. I had to lift myself up to relieve the pain when she trapped my lips into a fierce kiss, her hands releasing my nipples and grabbing my head, her tongue driving into my mouth. As soon as I lifted up I felt Mike pull my panties to the side and plunge his fingers into my pussy. Fuck, they were so much bigger than Tiffany's. I was so wet I could hear the squelch of my juices as his fingers moved inside me. He pulled his fingers from me and I could feel what had to be his cock rubbing across my slit. He was going to fuck me and I wanted it. I knew what was going to happen but I still wasn't quite prepared for it. I could feel his cock slipping between my lips but Tiffany still had me lifted up stretching to meet her tongue. My world shattered when Tiffany suddenly released her hold on me and I dropped directly onto Mike's cock, bottoming out instantly. I'm not sure what I was expecting but it wasn't this molten piece of hot iron suddenly thrust inside me. The pleasure was absolutely incredible as I sat there, my entire universe focusing on his cock. I could feel it; I could feel every ridge and bump along the walls of my pussy. I must have been holding my breath again as I suddenly exhaled letting out a loud moan. I leaned forward resting my hands on Mike's now bare chest. "Sara," I heard Tiffany say "are you okay?" "Oh holy fuck that's good," I finally said. I leaned back again and moaned feeling his cock pushing deeper into me. "Don't move," I told Mike, "let me." I began to roll my hips against him causing his cock to shift just a little bit inside me, the feeling of him rubbing against the inner walls of my pussy pushing me higher. I knew it wasn't going to take me long to cum all over his cock. I saw Tiffany get up and start to leave the room. "Tiffany," I moaned, "please stay." I knew it might be a little strange for her watching but this was such a new experience for me I wanted her there. Besides, there was something about her being there while I fucked her brother I found incredibly hot. I felt her hands come around and cup my breasts, pinching my nipples, as I began moving faster on his cock. My moans and cries got louder as his cock drove into me, his hands on my hips helping pull me down harder and harder. Tiffany suddenly twisted the hoops in my nipples pushing me over the edge and I felt my pussy begin to spasm around his cock. I've never been a fan of pain but the sensations being generated from the use of my rings was too pleasurable to ignore. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," was all I could manage as I continued to cum all over his cock. I eventually slowed as the sensations finally dulled and I slumped against his chest, temporarily sated but knowing we were not yet done. I wanted to feel him cum inside me, coating the walls of my pussy. I crawled off of him, surprised at how quickly I missed the feeling of his cock. Finally stripping off the shorts and panties I headed down the hallway. Stepping into the bedroom I suddenly felt nervous. Everything that had happened in the living room, while yes I wanted it to happen, I could write off as spur of the moment. This was different. I was walking into the room with the intention of having sex with a man. I seriously wanted to know why I wasn't freaked out about this. "Is everything okay," Tiffany asked. "Yeah, just a little nervous I guess" I told her, "all of this is so new to me and I don't understand why I think the way I do now." I turned to hug her and realized she was wearing only her panties. "Sara, nothing else has to happen right now if you don't want to," Tiffany said, "Mike might not be happy about the blue balls but he will understand." "Tiffany thank you," I told her, "I know this can't be comfortable for you but I appreciate everything you have done for me and besides either way I can assure you Mike is too tasty for me to leave him with blue balls. Taking her hand I walked to her bed and crawled up onto it. "Sara lay back," Tiffany said. Laying down like she wanted I realized I was at an angle on the bed with my head near the edge. Looking down I watched as Tiffany lowered herself down between my legs. I was looking forward to this and reached down running my fingers through her long blonde hair. I started to think about how different my pale skin looked compared to hers when she suddenly thrust her tongue into my pussy. I cried out and my back arched as the pleasure shot through me. Fuck her tongue is amazing. This was different from last night; she was fucking my pussy with her tongue. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, fucking my hole one second to flicking my clit the next. My eyes were closed so I didn't even realize Mike was next to me until I felt his cock rubbing across my lips. Turning my head I grabbed his cock and quickly sucked it into my mouth. Unlike earlier I had no desire for him to be quiet so I immediately began sucking as hard as I could. Tiffany continued her assault on my pussy causing me to moan around his cock, I could tell the vibrations were driving him crazy. As I sucked him I felt his hands grip my hair bringing my head to a stop. I knew what he was going to do and was looking forward to it. Tiffany's fingers pushed into me and started raking across my g-spot just as Mike began to fuck my mouth. I could feel Mike's cock going further and further into my mouth until it was bumping against the back of my throat. I was amazed at how good his cock actually tasted. As Tiffany continued to lick up my juices I decided to try something. Sucking in a lungful of air I reached out and when Mike thrust forward I pulled him towards me at the same time. I felt as his cock hit the back of my mouth and immediately slid into my throat. With everything else that seemed to be going on with me the absolute lack of a gag reflex came as no surprise. Well it came as no surprise to me. Mike on the other hand almost lost it as he pushed into the tight confines of my throat. I kept him there, my nose pressed hard against him, for several seconds before letting him go. Fuck that was awesome. "Sara that was absolutely incredible," Mike exclaimed. Just like that he had gone from a hard steady rhythm to on the edge from one hard trip down my throat. Stepping back he took a minute to try and catch his breath. Lifting up from Tiffany began kissing her way back up my body. I loved the feel of her lips on my skin, each little kiss like fire. She paused at my nipples taking the hoops between her teeth and pulling on them. Fuck those things were a good idea. She kissed along my collar bone sucking and biting, her hand doing circles with my clit. "What did I miss," she whispered? How she was building me up again so quickly I don't know but I could feel another orgasm building. "We discovered I don't have a gag reflex," I said feeling her shift her leg so she was rubbing right across my pussy. Feeling her grinding against me was enough to send me shooting towards my peak. I'm quickly learning that while all of my orgasms my not be as strong as others they are all most certainly satisfying. Opening my eyes I saw her looking not too unlike the Cheshire cat, oh so happy with her work. "Show me," she said, "Let me see my 'brother's cock in your throat." Not wasting any time Mike quickly stepped over to me again but I wanted to do it differently this time. Wrapping my hand around his cock I pulled him onto the bed and got him on his back. Moving between his legs I put my hands to the side of his body and took his cock into my mouth. If they all taste this good I'm definitely going to be in trouble. Wrapping my lips tight around him I began to slowly take him deeper. As soon as I could feel his cock pushing against the back of my throat, I wasted no time pushing harder forcing him down my throat. I loved the feel of his hard flesh in my mouth, my nose pressed against his belly. I backed off slowly, relishing in the power I had with Mike's most precious organ so close to my teeth. Once I had him about halfway out I drove back down forcing him back into my throat. Hmm this was so good. I continued sucking him hard, pushing him into my throat over and over. Looking over at Tiffany she had stripped off her thong and was rapidly fingering her pussy. "That is so fucking hot I can't help myself," she whispered. Letting Mike's cock pop out of my mouth I crawled over to her and began fucking her pussy, my fingers easily slipping inside her. "You're so wet Tiffany," I said. Pumping two fingers in and out of her pussy while she rubbed her clit was quickly bringing her to the edge. I felt the bed move and realized Mike was behind me, his cock ready to enter me. I felt his hands grasp my hips and I was quivering in anticipation. "Wait," Tiffany yelled just as Mike was getting ready to push into me, "Sara get on your back. I want to see this. I want to watch you take his cock." Rolling over onto my back I opened my legs and watched as Mike moved until his hips were pressing against mine. He began rubbing the head of his cock against me as Tiffany watched in fascination and a soft moan escaped my lips. I wanted this so badly. After a moment he leaned forward and I felt his cock starting to slide inside me. This was so much better than the first time with the sudden slam. I was able to enjoy every inch as his cock pushed against the walls of my pussy, opening me. I was so wet he quickly bottomed out and I wrapped my legs around his waist holding him in place, reveling in the sensations. After taking a moment to get used to him I unwrapped my legs and he began slowly, pulling out a couple of inches before pushing back in. I think he was testing my tolerance as his rhythm quickly changed becoming longer and deeper. I was in heaven as he pounded into my pussy, the walls gripping his cock trying to keep it inside me. "Pull your legs back against your chest," Tiffany whispered as she began to nibble on my ear. Reaching down I did as she said pulling my legs back to my chest and Mike was suddenly reaching deeper than before. My moans were filling the room as Mike shifted forward even more pinning my body under his and his thrusts became even harder. As Mike continued his hard pounding I felt Tiffany's hand push down between us and begin manipulating my clit as she whispered in my ear, "I was right wasn't I? Your loving having a hard cock filling your pussy, aren't you? Big bad marine turned into a cock hungry slut." As before it was Tiffany's words as much as anything else that pushed me right over the edge. I felt the pressure building the entire time Mike was fucking me but those words, those fucking words; put everything into overdrive and my whole world just exploded. "OH FUCKING GOD," I screamed as I felt the orgasm just rip through my body. Even with Mike on top of me my back arched and my legs shot out straight and were trying to lift my body off the bed. I reached up grabbing onto Mike and just hung on as one fantastic pulse after another coursed through my body. I could feel my pussy grasping onto his cock trying to suck it back inside as he continued to fuck me straight through my orgasm, prolonging my pleasure. Without realizing it I started raking his back with my nails leaving long red streaks down his back. Fortunately I didn't draw too much blood. I had just started coming down from my peak when I realized that Mike was starting to lose his rhythm and his breath was ragged. "Fucking do it Mike," I said, "Fill my pussy. Let me feel you cum inside me. I want it." He continued to stroke for a few more quick thrusts before pulling almost all the way out. Everything seemed to happen all at once as his lips suddenly crashed into mine. Transformation Ch. 04 Pinned to the bed I couldn't help but open up as his tongue forced its way into my mouth. Kissing me hard I felt his cock bury itself and suddenly begin to jerk inside me. I had thought the orgasms I had from Tiffany were unbelievable but, phffft, this one made everything else pale in comparison. The feeling of him shooting inside me, his hot cum splashing against the inner walls of my pussy set off a supernova inside me. I would love to describe just how intense and mind blowing it was but I can't. The orgasm set off by his cum shooting inside as soon as it exploded, I blacked out. Tiffany later told me how I seemed like a woman possessed, clutching and grasping at the sheets, my body bucking up and down with my legs wrapped around Mike refusing to let him go. She said the scream that I let out was ear splitting and it wasn't until she planted her pussy right on my mouth that I stopped. It wasn't until a good couple of minutes had passed that I finally released Mike and was left just a pile of quivering mush. I apparently curled into a ball and had tears streaming from my face before I passed out. I also had a massive smile plastered to my face. The sun was up when my eyes finally fluttered open. My first thought was this whole massive orgasm and passing out thing needed to stop, I was obviously missing out on some fun. My second thought which quickly became my priority was an overwhelming need to pee. Bolting to the bathroom I took care of my immediate needs before heading out to find Tiffany or Mike. Reaching the kitchen I heard Tiffany on the phone, "Ok doctor I will have her there around 11. Everything has been fine and she seems to be adjusting well. I will let you know if she's going to need me for longer than the two weeks. Ok Doc she's awake so I've got to run. Bye." "So where is it you have to have to have me by 11," I asked. I was trying not to be crappy as I hate people making decisions for me but it sounded like she was talking to Dr. Jameson so I needed to give her the benefit of the doubt. I can tend to be short with people and I know it's one of my less redeeming qualities. "Dr. Jameson set you up an appointment today with Dr. Hanson the gender reassignment specialist. I was thinking if you wanted to we could see about getting you a car after the appointment," Tiffany said, "I can tell you don't like having to depend on other people and a car would lessen that." "Tiffany, "I said "again, thank you. You've been a far better friend to me than I could have asked for and I hope last night wasn't too uncomfortable for you. I really do appreciate you being there." "I'll be honest with you, "she said, "it was a little weird at first but watching you fuck Mike is probably the hottest thing I will ever see. Now go get in the shower. The 'doctors office is across town." Heading down the hall I actually had to remind myself which bedroom to go into. I truly didn't mind waking up in Tiffany's bed but my stuff was in the other room. I grabbed a quick shower and was putting on my new body lotion when Tiffany walked in. "I was thinking about something," Tiffany said as she started going through the boxes of as of yet not put away clothes, "I don't think we should worry that text until we know we have something to worry about." I couldn't help but laugh as my personal philosophy has always been I will worry about the things I can control and the rest isn't worth my time. "I suppose you're right," I said, "until there is something concrete I'm not going to stress on it. You're joking right?" This last comment was directed at the outfit Tiffany had just handed me. "There is no way in hell I am wearing that," I said, "what happened to jeans until I get some sun?" A skirt, she handed me a fucking skirt and not a particularly long one at that. "I changed my mind," she said, "and besides I want to test a theory on something." "Fine," I replied and started putting on the outfit she had picked. I was ok with the matching black bra and thong but the grey skirt barely came halfway down my thighs and she kept undoing buttons on the red top. Pulling me in front of the mirror I was pleasantly surprised at my reflection. She reached up and undid another button exposing my bra and as much cleavage as possible, I liked the look. Ok, so I like the slut look. I used to enjoy seeing it so I guess that makes sense. Taking the shoes, which were some sandal looking thing Tiffany called wedges that to me looked like teetering death traps, I strapped them on and stood up. I was fully expecting to pitch over and land on my face but that didn't happen. I was fine; I was wearing a high heeled sandal and walking like I had been doing this for years. Add this to the list of bizarre occurrences. Grabbing my phone I discovered that I didn't have any place to put it. There was a tiny pocket I could stick my ID and bank card but nowhere for a phone. "Tiffany," I asked, "where the hell do I put this and what was your theory?" "Is it on vibrate," she asked? It took me a second to make the change but once it was done she took the phone and proceeded to stick on the inside of my bra. She only laughed at the incredulous look I gave her. "Don't laugh," she said, "women have been doing that for centuries. Welcome to the club. As to my theory I was wondering how you would react to the shoes. I'm betting I could put you in spiked high heels and you would be fine." Ready to go with my new boob phone we headed to Dr. Hanson's office. Her office was in downtown Phoenix but traffic was pretty light so we made good time. Dropping me off Tiffany said she was going to get a new cell phone and she would text me once she did. We weren't sure how long my appointment was going to be so I said I would call her when I was done. Walking through the lobby I noticed as several guys stopped what they were doing to watch me walk past. Talk about an awesome ego boost. Reaching the elevators I headed for the 20th floor. I was sorely tempted to pretend to tie my shoe, doing the whole straight leg bending at the waist bit, while waiting for the elevators but I decided against it. For now. The waiting room was pretty typical for a shrink's receptionist, neutral relaxing colors, and a few basic chairs. After giving my name to the receptionist I picked a chair to wait. I had been sitting for a few seconds when it dawned on me I was sitting like a guy and quickly adjusted. Some things it seems I didn't have the hang of just yet. A few minutes later the office door opened and an incredibly beautiful redhead came out. "Sara," she said, "I'm Dr. Hanson but please call me Michelle. Kim you can go home if you want. We don't have anyone else scheduled for today." Kim seemed surprised but quickly gathered her stuff and headed off. "Right this way please," Michelle said. Following her into her office I was captivated by the woman in front of me. She had on tight black pants with a dark green top that really made her hair stand out. "Have a seat," she said. The chairs were pretty comfortable leather chairs and I was able to remember my legs this time. Glancing around the office it seemed pretty typical with diplomas on the walls, an old fashioned 'psychiatrists couch, and a big wooden desk. The big open blinds gave an excellent view of downtown Phoenix. "So Sara," Michelle said, "Dr. Jameson gave me a rundown on your situation and I must say I have never heard of anything like it. I have several patients who would give anything for a complete change like you've had. How are you adapting?" "Surprisingly well," I said, "Tiffany and her brother have been incredibly helpful." "Tiffany being Nurse Brown, Dr. Jameson's assistant," she asked? "I didn't know her last name was Brown but yes," I said. "And no thoughts of suicide or possibly hurting yourself or others," she asked? "What, no," I said, "why would I think that?" "Occasionally," she said, "men who have transitioned into women become resentful over the loss of their penis and lash out at the people around them or hurt themselves. In their minds the penis represents power and that loss of power can be hard to adapt to. You do have to admit that when you had a woman on her knees sucking your cock or you had her bent over fucking her from behind you felt in control and powerful. I've developed a technique albeit somewhat experimental and controversial to help deal with the loss." "Well, yes it did," I said. I really hadn't given it much thought but yes I did feel powerful doing that but I now knew that it was a joke. The woman had the power in a blowjob. Standing up Michelle walked over to me and held out her hand to help me stand. "I can help you Sara," she said, "I can help you get over your loss. Will you let me help you?" She seemed so sincere that saying no felt like I would be telling her that her puppy was dead. I wasn't sure what she had in mind but sure, what the hell why not. "Yes Michelle," I said, "what is this technique of yours?" Her smile both lit up the room and seemed slightly predatory. "This technique involves both role-playing and a replacement therapy," she said walking to her desk. She pulled something from the lower drawer and pulled out a big cloth bag. "What was your name before," she asked? "Rick," I said, "Rick Riley." She walked over to me with the bag in hand and dropping to her knees she unzipped my skirt and pulled it down also removing my shoes. "Did you have a big cock, Rick," she asked in what only could be considered a purr. "I never had any complaints," I said. It wasn't a lie. I had probably been about the same size as Mike and I certainly wasn't complaining about his cock. Reaching up she pulled down my thong and then opened the mystery bag. I was surprised by the strap on harness she pulled out and just stood there somewhat stunned as she placed it on me. As she adjusted the straps I felt her push a 4 or 5 inch lubricated plug into my pussy. There must have been something in the lube because it immediately began to tingle. Looking down I couldn't help but laugh at the large purple cock sticking out in front of me. Well this was something I certainly knew how to do. "Rick," she said as she began stroking my fake cock, "are you sure? I've never sucked a cock before. It's so big." Instantly I knew the game we were playing. She would 'empower' me by giving me my cock back and in return she would get a hard fuck from someone who is supposed to be angry. I knew her plan; the only problem is it didn't work with the plan in my head. I don't know what kind of lube was on that plug but every little stroke or shift of her hand felt amazing in my pussy. "Yes baby," I said, "just take your time." Reaching down I gently guided her head to my cock. Wrapping her hands around my cock, she took the just tip into her mouth. The warm heat of her mouth felt incredible as she took my cock deeper and deeper, her head bobbing up and down. Fuck she has a talented mouth. Wait, what the fuck, warm heat? How was I feeling this? I know what a blowjob feels like and fuck if this doesn't feel like it. Reaching down I wrapped my fingers into Michelle's hair and began to thrust my hips forcing myself deeper into her mouth. "You like that Michelle," I said, "you like my hard cock in your mouth?" I could hear her muffled response around my cock but more importantly I could feel the vibrations along my shaft and in my pussy. This was probably the weirdest of the weird things that happened to me lately but damn if it didn't feel good. Looking down I saw that despite what I was feeling it was still the same purple toy sticking out. Well fuck I might as well enjoy this while it lasts. Reaching down I brought Michelle to her feet and began to gently kiss her. As my tongue probed her mouth I noticed a slight plastic taste which just made this more interesting. "Rick," Michelle said, "did I do good, your cock was so yummy." "Yes baby," I said placing small kisses along her neck, "that was amazing." Unbuttoning her top I slipped it off her shoulders and kissed and bit along her pale skin. The light pink nipples topping small breasts were puckered and brought moans as my fingers lightly played with them. Kissing slowly down her neck I took her ass into hands as I wrapped my lips around the small pink bud. Biting and sucking her nipples brought progressively louder moans. As I continued to bite and nibble, her hand slowly stroked my fake cock sending shivers through my body. From all the stimulation I knew my orgasm wasn't far off and from the sounds of Michelle's breathing neither was hers. As we both raced towards our peaks we each seemed determined to bring the other off first. Michelle's hand was flying up and down my cock as my fingers twisted and rubbed her sensitive nipples. I won but Michelle later accused me of cheating. I was kissing her neck with her body pressed hard against mine when Tiffany messaged me with her new number. I had completely forgotten about the cell phone in my bra but it was resting directly against her nipple when the vibrations started. A strangled gasp was all she could manage before her orgasm overtook her but I was only a few moments behind. All of the stimulation may have been coming from the cock but my orgasm hit just where I was hoping it would. As the sensations raced through my body I could feel my pussy clutching to the plug, spasming around it. It was nowhere as intense or long as my others but no less pleasurable. "Oh fuck Sara," Michelle said, "I mean Rick that was good." I smiled at her slip up. Walking to the couch Michelle shimmied off her black pants and knelt on all fours before looking over her shoulder at me. "Rick baby, please come fuck me," she said running her fingers through wet pussy, "Look how wet I am." Her little slip up may have been unintended but by the time I was done I wanted to hear her calling my name. I knew why she was kneeling like this; if she didn't have to look at me it helped her maintain the illusion. I quickly removed my blouse and bra before stepping behind her. I set my phone on the small table next to the couch so it wouldn't get stepped on and another reason you shall soon discover. Moving behind Michelle I ran my cock across the lips of her pussy and down across her clit. I teased her for a bit before she reached down and grabbed my cock guiding it inside her. We both moaned as I sank my cock to the hilt. She was so tight and hot if I had still been a guy I would have been worried about cumming too quickly. Grasping her hips I began to slowly thrust in and out of her, it felt amazing but I was in no hurry. I kept up this methodical pace wanting to frustrate her, knowing she wanted me to pound into her. She tried several times to get me to speed up but to no avail. I could tell I was really getting to her when she started bucking back against me. "Please Rick," she said whimpering, "please fuck me. Stop teasing me." An evil grin crept onto my face as I reached up and grabbed her hair, yanking back as I began to pound into her. Her scream was as much out of surprise of having her hair jerked back as to the sudden pounding of her pussy. I slammed into her for about 30 seconds before releasing her hair and coming to a sudden stop. Her moaning filled the room as I pushed her down onto her stomach pressing her into the couch. Taking her hands I held them above her head and began to slowly stroke in and out enjoying the feeling of her pussy clutching my cock. "Michelle," I said continuing to slowly fuck her, "there is a flaw with your theory. We both know that the woman really has the power. It never occurred to you that I don't miss having a cock, that maybe I'm already enjoying this body of mine." Pulling out I rolled her onto her back and slid back into her. Ok maybe a small fib, at this exact moment deep inside her pussy I was really enjoying having a cock again. Forcing her legs up onto my hips I reached over hitting the button on my phone to call Tiffany and started slamming into Michelle. "Oh fuck Sara," Michelle cried out, "don't stop." Keeping up my hard pace I was covered in sweat but had no intention of slowing, this just felt too good. Grabbing my breasts Michelle started driving me crazy by sucking on one then the other, pulling on my hoops, and sometimes sucking them both. My nipples are definitely a hot spot for me as having them played with pushes me right to the edge. I knew we could both cum like this but I wanted something extra. Looking around the room it took me a second but I found what I wanted. Climbing off of Michelle I grabbed her hand and taking her across the office I pushed her against the big window. The window blinds had been pulled back this entire time but now she was exposed to the world 20 floors up. As I stepped behind her I heard the door click and glancing over my shoulder saw Tiffany enter the room carrying a small bag. Her eyes widened at the scene but she didn't look upset. Turning my attention back to Michelle I slowly pushed into her, relishing the feeling and the scene in front of me. The summer sun was streaming through the un-tinted window meaning anyone in nearby buildings could see us. Reaching up I grabbed her nipples as I began to slide in and of her with hard steady strokes. "Do you like this Dr. Hanson," I said watching her flinch as I used her title, "Do you like getting fucked like this? On display for anyone to see." At the mention of how many people could actually see us I felt her pussy flood. "Do you like being watched Michelle," I asked, "Do you like people watching you stuffed full of cock?" I could feel my own orgasm building once again so I knew she had to be close and I knew this one would be big. "Yes," Michelle moaned, "God I love being watched." Her head was hanging down between her arms, her hands plastered to the glass. It was at this moment that Tiffany decided to make her presence known. I felt her run her fingers across my back and around reaching down between Michelle and I to sink her finger into Michelle's ass. Slipping her other hand around to Michelle's front I felt Tiffany begin to rub her clit. This sudden introduction was more than enough to cause her orgasm to hit, her juices flowing hard around my cock. "OH GOD YES SARA" Michelle screamed. Reaching out I grabbed her breasts pinching hard onto her nipples as I felt her pussy begin to contact around me. After a few more strokes I felt my own orgasm wash over me, our cries of pleasure filling the room. Burying myself inside Michelle I moved us both forward pushing her body flat against the glass. I held us there enjoying the sheer pleasure running through my body, my pussy clutching at the plug as my own juices flowed around it. Finally extracting myself Tiffany and I helped Michelle to the couch, laying her down. I was a bit surprised when Tiffany bent down and ran her tongue along the shaft of the dildo. I'm not sure she saw the shutter that passed through my body but it felt amazing. "She's quite tasty," Tiffany said, "and you seem rather adept with that toy but I guess that shouldn't be a surprise. I managed a weak smile and started unstrapping the toy. Tiffany quickly came over and started helping me. "You know that phone call was very evil," she said, "I was driving and nearly ran off the road. What's this?" Apparently she noticed the plug that was coming out because I suddenly felt it being thrust back inside me. I hadn't been expecting it and my knees buckled under me causing me to collapse onto the couch next to Michelle who quickly moved to straddle my face. I could feel her small tuft of red hair on my chin as I drove my tongue into her. I moaned into her as I felt the plug slowly being removed only to be replaced my Michelle's tongue. Ahh yes my first 69 as a woman and I definitely had no complaints. I could feel Michelle using her fingers to spread me open before thrusting her tongue inside me. Her technique was different from Tiffany but no less enjoyable. I began dragging my tongue across her clit before shoving it as deep as I could into her. Fuck her pussy tasted so good, I couldn't help but latch myself onto her and lick and suck the juices from her earlier orgasm. I let myself get lost in what I was doing she tasted so good. When I felt Michelle pull my legs back I thought it was to give her better access, apparently I was wrong. Transformation Ch. 04 My back arched upwards and my scream was lost into the wet folds of Michelle's pussy as Tiffany sank the dildo into me with one stroke. You may have noticed my back seems to arch upwards quite a bit. It just seems to be my natural reaction to intense stimulation in my pussy and I don't mind it at all. She only paused for a moment before beginning a relentless assault on my pussy. The dildo was smaller than Mike but as tight as I am it still felt incredible to be filled up this way. I continued to lick and suck at Michelle's pussy, exploring the bright pink folds before dragging my tongue across her puckered little asshole. Her reaction of suddenly sitting up and shoving her ass into my face along with the accompanying moan convinced me I had found a spot she liked. Using my hands I forced her cheeks apart and began fucking her ass with my tongue, pushing as deep as I could. "Oh shit Sara don't stop," was the muffled cry I heard, "fuck my ass with that tongue." Tiffany slowed her constant pounding of my pussy and it felt like she was shifting around. Michelle began to manipulate my nipples as Tiffany began a slow stroke in and out of my pussy. I'm not sure what changed but I quickly realized that with each stroke she was passing over a spot inside me that sent waves of pleasure through my body. Well fuck, Tiffany just figured out how to hit my g-spot with the toy. My hips which had been rolling to meet Tiffany's each stroke began to lift off the couch trying to keep her in contact with my spot. Unlike the previous orgasms these were just a continuous flow one after the other getting stronger and stronger. I could tell I was going to hit a serious peak soon but I wasn't ready to stop with Michelle's delicious ass. Reaching around her I began stroking her clit as my tongue drove deep. Her body began to shudder as her orgasm took her, pushing my tongue even deeper than before, her cries echoing off the walls of the room. Finally climbing off of me Michelle began rubbing my clit while biting my nipples as Tiffany continued to fuck me, her toy cock running back and forth over my g-spot. The combination was just too much and my body began to buck against her as I felt my pussy once again flood with juice. As my orgasm surged through my body I was happy to see Tiffany in the throes of her own as the plug did its job on her pussy. The three of us collapsed together on the small couch enjoying the afterglow of our shared experience. Michelle moved first crossing her office and retrieving three water bottles from a small refrigerator I hadn't noticed earlier. Sipping the water Michelle and I helped Tiffany slip out of the harness. After removing the plug I couldn't help but take a taste of it savoring the flavor of our combined juices. Tiffany moaned softly watching Michelle and I clean the plug with our tongues. "So," Michelle said "I gather it's safe to say you're adjusting to life as a woman quite well. Had I known I might have forgone this session completely and that, I can truly say, would have been a shame." "The bitch doesn't have to shave her legs," Tiffany pouted, "I'm so fucking jealous it's not cool. But yes she's definitely comfortable with using her body." "A lot of men who transition to a woman feel more comfortable with their new body but I have the feeling that isn't what you mean, " Michelle said, "Honestly I was quite surprised at your obvious level of comfort with Tiffany fucking you with the toy considering the circumstances surrounding your change." "What she means," I said, "is that in just the few days I have been awake I've given a guy a hand job while openly masturbating and had her older brother fill both my mouth and my pussy with cum. That's not including the times Tiffany and I have had sex but I really don't count those. The point being in my mind barely a week ago I was completely male and chasing pussy and now I'm female and letting guys fuck the hell out of me and loving every second of it." The look that crossed Michelle's face could only be described as incredulous. "You're seriously telling me," she said, "that prior to your transformation you had absolutely no interest in the male gender and now it feels completely acceptable in your view." "Michelle," I said, "I've never claimed that any of this makes a bit of sense and I seriously doubt I will ever get a logical explanation I can understand." We finally cooled down enough to get dressed and after a quick washcloth rinse from the sink in her office Michelle offered to take us to lunch. I didn't realize how hungry I was until she mentioned it but I'd completely forgotten I had skipped breakfast this morning. As I dressed I decided to forgo the panties but had to wear the bra as I still had no place for my phone. Apparently I was going to have to figure out this whole purse thing if I was going to be carrying anything. Michelle seemed puzzled at first when I stuffed my underwear into her purse. "I'll expect these back when you come by Saturday afternoon," I said, "Tiffany and I were planning on laying out and I was thinking you might want to join us." Tiffany added her own underwear to Michelle's purse with a hungry smile. It was Thursday so she had some time to think on the implications. We had lunch at a small deli before Tiffany and I took off. I think Michelle wanted to come with us but as we left she mentioned she was going to be calling her boyfriend and telling him to bring his ass over. It was still fairly early when Tiffany and I headed to the dealership to get me a vehicle. We had discussed at lunch what kind of car I wanted and so we were headed to the Jeep dealership. In high school I'd had an old Fiat convertible which had proved no ends of useful in separating girls from their underwear but there was always one look I'd found hot as hell. Nothing quite beats a sexy woman in a bikini driving a topless jeep. I'd always loved the look and now was going to do my part to promulgate it. The dealership we arrived at was a pretty well-known one for Phoenix and I couldn't help but reconsider my choice upon seeing the sexy ass Viper sitting in the showroom. I could afford it with what was in my bank account but fortunately Tiffany managed to drag me over to the jeeps before my drooling became too obvious. As we wandered through the dealership we were approached by a younger salesman who introduced himself as Rick. Rick? Really? Fuck me. Tiffany and I couldn't help but bust out laughing when he introduced himself and it took a couple of minutes to convince him we were not actually laughing at him. He was pretty good looking in his polo and khakis. With Rick's assistance and subtle flirtation I soon settled on a bright red 2002 Wrangler but as we looked around I couldn't help but notice he seemed to be looking at me far more than the vehicles. I decided a test drive was in order but the jeep's top was on so with my sweetest, straightest face I asked, "Rick is there any way I can test drive this topless?" I watched as his eyes flew open and his mind searched for a response before letting him of the hook. "The jeep," I said teasingly, "is there any way I can get the top off the jeep. You know Rick; from your reaction someone might think you would want to see my topless." Tiffany and I waited while Rick left to arrange for the top to be removed. "What are you planning to do," Tiffany asked, "you've got this look in your eyes." I did have something in mind but I didn't realize it was quite that apparent. "Just thinking of how to suck the best deal possible out of him," I said, "It's not like I'm going to fuck him for a discount." Rick chose this moment to return with the keys. "That won't be necessary as enjoyable as it might be," Rick said, "I'll see you get the best discounts I can." Taking the keys we climbed in the jeep with Tiffany jumping into the back. Pulling out of the dealership I quickly realized I would need to pick up some sunglasses as soon as possible. I drove around for about 20 minutes before heading back. I was definitely going to need to get some stuff but my mind was made up. Once back at the dealership we headed into the office to do paperwork. I was intending to pay outright for the vehicle but I was waiting to see how much Rick would knock off first. Walking through the dealership we passed several open rooms before he led us to one way in the back. While the room seemed just as modern and clean as the rest this one was entirely enclosed with no windows. Tiffany and I exchanged looks before Rick chipped in, "I'm the newest salesman and the closer you are to the front the more senior you are." As we started discussing terms his phone began to ring. "It's my girlfriend," he said, "We were fighting earlier and I'm sure she wants to discuss it." "Go ahead and answer it," I said, "we've got some time." Tiffany gave me a puzzled look as Rick began talking with his girlfriend. I'd been thinking about this since he introduced himself and since he was distracted now was the perfect time. As soon as I stood up I heard the door click and glanced over to see the Tiffany had locked it. Apparently she figured it was just easier to let me do what I want. As I moved around the desk Rick turned in his chair to keep facing me, unsure of what I was doing as I stepped in front of him. "Karen," he said, "now is not really the best time for this. Yes baby you know I love it." Bending over I placed my finger on his lips and moved closer to hear what she was doing. I could hear the soft moaning coming over the line as his girlfriend apparently played with herself. As I dragged my fingers slowly down from his mouth to his crotch I looked over at Tiffany and mouthed that she was playing. Unzipping his slacks I reached in and fished out his cock as I lowered myself to my knees. For some reason the cock in front of me was fascinating. It didn't look any different from any other I had seen either in real life or on a porno but part of me, the part that seems to be driving my life lately, really wanted it in my mouth. Opening as wide as I could I dropped my mouth down over his cock taking in as much as I could before wrapping my lips around him and sucking hard as I came back up. Yes it was an incredibly evil thing to do as he was talking to his girlfriend but that was the point. "Oh fuck," he moaned forcing himself to be quite, "Yes baby just picturing you sucking my cock." I smiled around his cock knowing that wasn't what he was thinking about. Starting slowly I began bobbing my head up and down his shaft, the soft skin delicious against my tongue. As I sucked him I began to wonder if this was going to be my reaction to every cock I saw. I was going to be in serious trouble if that was the case. I didn't suck Ray's cock but then again I never actually laid eyes on it. I was going to have to test this theory at some point but how without blowing five guys at once. Between his girlfriend in his ear and my lips around his cock it wasn't long before I heard him grunt and his cum began spraying into my mouth. As it was with Mike his cum tasted delicious and I immediately started to swallow wanting his cum inside me. I continued to suck him milking his cock to get every last drop I could. Holding the last bit in my mouth I sat back on my heels waiting for him to focus on me for a minute. Quietly hanging up the phone he had a sated look on his face that turned to surprise after I opened my mouth to show him his cum before noisily swallowing. Reaching under my skirt I dipped a finger into my pussy before slipping it into Rick's mouth. I watched him savor the taste before walking back around the desk and taking a seat. A sudden pounding on the door caused us all to jump. Tiffany reached over opening the door as Rick quickly fixed himself. An older man in a suit stuck his head in the room. "Everything going ok in here," he asked, "just wanted to make sure Rick was treating you ladies right." "Oh yes," I said, "I'm very satisfied and I got exactly what I wanted. How about you Rick?" Retrieving my debit card and ID I set them on the desk. "Go ahead and put the jeep on that," I said. "Well Rick looks like you have everything well in hand," the older man said before stepping out, "I'll leave you folks to wrap up." Rick seemed to have difficulty finding his voice as it was close to a minute before he finally spoke. Reaching across the desk he grabbed my cards and started working on the paperwork. "Karen heard you." he said, "She said I was making too much noise to just be playing on my own and asked if I was getting my cock sucked" I remember him saying yes but I figured he was just enjoying himself. "So are you in trouble?" Tiffany asked. "Oh no," he said excitedly, "I moved the phone so she could hear and she said that she came listening to you. It's going to be a great night when I get home." We spent the next 20 minutes finishing paperwork and soon headed home. Tiffany and I spent the rest of the night emptying boxes and putting away all the donated clothes. We quickly realized there were gaps in my wardrobe that only shopping would solve. Tiffany was far happier about this than I was. The only drama came when I pulled out my engagement picture. "Who the fuck is that," she asked grabbing the picture. I was a little surprised at the venom in her voice. "That's was my ex-fiancé Heather," I said, "We were supposed to be getting married when all of this happened. Why do you ask?" "I ask," Tiffany said, "because, your ex-fiancé looks just like my former roommate, Heather." Fuck me... Transformation Ch. 04 I tightened the grip of my lips on her cock and made it move even more. Her response was amazing as she started to buck under me and call out. "Suck that cock! Fuck yes! Oh God suck it for me, make me cum!" I pulled off of her and she groaned, "Don't stop now damn it!" I slowly pulled the two headed dick from her pussy then turned it in my hand and slipped it back into her. I lowered my head again and licked her shaft. "This taste much better," I said as I lapped at he liquid of her sex that covered the half that had been in her. "Oh God!" She cried as she saw what I had done. I took her cock in my hand around the lower shaft and placed my other hand under her ass and began to work in earnest. She bucked and writhed under me as I drove her to her climax. When she came she held the back of my head and forced the slippery dick into my throat. I didn't gag it happened so fast, but I had the lips of her cunt pressed to my lips as she came. She fell to the bed and trembled for a minute as I sat and watched in wonder. The cock still protruded from her and her leg muscles clenched at it in throbs. "You are one great cock sucker!" she told me when she could speak again. When she had caught her breath she pushed me onto my back and lifting my skirt pulled down my panties, hose and gaff. She forced my knees up and apart then positioned the toy at my rear entrance. Smiling at me she began to push as she lowered her mouth to me taking my rock hard cock in her warm mouth. As the two headed cock slipped into me I began to cum harder than I can ever remember. My fake breasts and skirt obscured most of her from my view, but I didn't need to see to know exactly what she was doing, she was filling her mouth with my orgasm and in a few seconds would be offering it to me. I continued to work as Jessie two days a week for the next few weeks and each time I grew more confident and successful. Flirting was becoming a game that I found I enjoyed tremendously. A couple of times Cat met me for lunch during the day and we would sit and laugh about the feeble attempts made to pick me up. Our sex life was unbelievable. Whether as Jessup or Jessie I was more satisfied and horny than at any time in my life. Cat claimed the same, and if her enthusiasm was proof I knew she was telling the truth. We regularly sucked each other's cock and even found a way to enjoy 69'ing. When Halloween rolled around and we were invited to a costume party I was all fired up to go as Jessie. Cat put a quick end to that idea. She warned me that it would give the game away once people saw me. She persuaded me to go as a girl, but as the most ridiculous drag queen I could manage. Not only was my costume a prize winner, but anyone who had met Jessie made it a point to remark that she was sure lucky not to look like me. One evening when I came home from a day at work as Jessie I found Cat in the kitchen tossing a salad while dressed in only a very pretty bra, garter with stockings and heels. It had been a wonderful day of calling on clients, lunch with Cat and now this. I pulled her into my arms and our mouths joined as my hand cupped her naked and bare pussy. When we separated she said to me. "I have some clothes laid out for you, why don't you change before dinner." When I made my way to our room I found an outfit matching hers laid out on our bed. Mine was in pale green with dark stockings and four inch white heels. "Oh this is going to be good!" I said to myself as I stripped my work clothes off and took a quick shower. My hard dick was standing from between the garter straps as I walked back to Cat and again took her in my arms. "I have a surprise for you darling." I grinned, "Oh, what is it, is it something sexy?" "Oh yeah, its something sexy, but I have to warn you, you might not like it at first. Trust me though honey, you will grow to love it." I did trust her, more than anyone else in the world. She led me to the living room where she had a small gift bag sitting on the overstuffed chair. She kissed me, rubbing her bare flesh against my hard dick and cupping my ass with her hands. "Turn around, kneel on the cushions and bend over the back of the sofa." I did as she told me. "Spread your legs darling," she cooed. As I opened myself to her I heard the rustling of the paper sack as she took something from it. I felt her hand on my back and the touch of something hard at my rear. "Say AH!", she said as she pushed and I felt myself penetrated as never before. Whatever she was using was parting me wide. It was slick, evidently she had it lubed already and it entered me in a smooth continuous motion. I arched my back and my mouth hung open wordlessly as my world centered in my filled ass. Then I felt it bottom and sort of pop in place. Cat's hands caressed my butt and back as I remained in place absorbing the new sensation inside me. One of her hands wandered between my legs and stroked my amazingly hard cock as she whispered how pretty and sexy I looked. "Ok, now get up carefully," she told me, "and try to take a few steps." I again did as she told me and moved off the couch. When I stood the feeling of being filled magnified. I tried to walk. Cat encouraged me with her sweet words as she reminded me that I still needed to walk heel to toe. With an effort I fought the urge to walk bowlegged and did my best to move as an elegant lady. "Very good!" she cried as I moved around. I walked about ten steps away from her so she could watch my butt then turned back and walked to her. As I neared she lowered to her knees. I stopped with my hard dick inches from her lips. She swallowed me. Just a few long strokes of her mouth had me on the edge and about to explode when she pulled away. "Believe me, you don't want to cum yet! Get the other surprise out of the bag" Reaching into the sack I pulled out a butt plug about six inches long. Holding it in my hand I looked at her questioningly. "It's identical to the one you are wearing now," she said as she turned and took her place on the couch assuming the same position I held earlier. I didn't say a word, I just moved to her and placed the tip of the thing on her rosebud. "Are you sure?" I asked her as I began to apply pressure. "Oh yes! I want Jessup to be able to fuck me the same way I fuck you darling" She had never wanted anal sex before, now here she was asking me to prepare her for it. I pushed the butt plug all the way in just as she had, in one slow motion until the wide bottom passed into her and she closed around it. She just lean there, breathing hard, her entire body flushed red. When she turned to examine the work I saw the tears in her eyes. I understood that they might have been partly from the pain, but more from the joy at the new level of love we were reaching. Carefully she backed off the couch, moving gingerly as she worked her body around the large obstacle nestled inside her. As I had she took some tentative steps, then walked the length of the room. "Not too bad is it lover?" she asked me as she returned. I didn't answer as she continued, :"every time you wear yours I will wear mine. Now let's go have dinner, I made us a nice roast today." Sitting at the table with her trying to act as normal as possible while we each had a fat six inch plug in our butt was in a funny way exciting. With every move I felt myself penetrated, fucked. I think she did too from the expressions that crossed her face. After we had cleared the table Cat went to the hall closet and took out a pair of slip dresses that she had hidden earlier. "Dessert is at Baskin Robins" she smiled as she handed me a cute blue sheath. We were about to go out together, both our asses plugged and my cock standing up straight. I shook it at her and she understood my question. "Trust me lover," was all she said, and of course I did, with my life. I drove, still learning how to maneuver the pedals while wearing heels. We had no more than cleared the driveway when Cat leaned over and pulling my dress high swallowed my hard cock. The total effect of being out as Jessie, wearing the feminine clothing and sexy lingerie, having a plug in my ass that was being forced tight by the seat, and having her warm mouth on my flaming cock was too much. It only took a few quick strokes of her lips to have me erupting into her. She took all I offered and sat quietly holding me in her mouth. At the first stop sign I came to she sat up and moved to kiss me. I leaned into her and accepted her offering. "I still want ice cream, that doesn't count as a desert!" she told me when our lips parted. I smiled back at her, "Ok, but which of the 31 flavors goes best with cum?" This was the first time I had been out without anything to keep my male part from rising under my skirt. It felt nice to have my dick swing free under my skirt, limp now from Cat's fantastic talent. I knew it wouldn't take much to start things rising again and I had the idea that Cat might just be up to no good. There was only one other couple in the ice cream parlor when we arrived. We wandered the display looking for our perfect flavor. Cat and I are always touching each other, holding hands, touching faces, or shoulders or arms and legs as we talked or walked. I didn't think much of it as she ran her hand over my back. As I told the young sales clerk what I wanted Cat squeezed my ass, forcing the plug into me and making me moan in sudden sexual shock. Of course my cock immediately stiffened. "Oh you bitch," I said to Cat as she smiled sweetly at me. I felt my cock start to harden and knew that I would shortly be very embarrassed unless I did something about it. I headed to the rest room. As I walked down the counter trying to keep my bulging skirt out of view I spotted the little ice cream sample cups. Cat was laughing at me as I made my way. A few minutes later I returned, my distended member now relaxed. I carried my purse in one hand as I made my way to the table Cat had for us. In the other was the sample cup. As I sat I reached over and poured the contents of the cup on the top of Cat's peanut butter and chocolate treat. "A little cream topping for your ice cream," I said as I took my seat. She didn't say a word, just took her spoon and scooped up the sinfully flavored treat and began to eat. That night when we finally got home we lay together in bed in a 69 position and removed each others plug as we brought our partner to a shattering climax with the combination of mouth and toy. Our new routine included a couple of nights a month dancing at our favorite club. Dancing had scared me when I first started, but once I let go I found that I really enjoyed it and looked forward to our outings. Each time we went we danced with new men, never repeating. Some nights we would be pretty much monogamous, other nights play the field. We made it plain from the start that we were not out to be picked up, just having fun. One night we were there about an hour when a really nice looking guy asked Cat to dance. Soon afterwards he was back and asked me. He was a wonderful dancer, light on his feet and uninhibited by the normal male self-consciousness. Slow or fast music he led beautifully and never forced moves on us. After several numbers Cat asked if he wanted to join us. Mark made a comfortable partner, both on the dance floor and in conversation. We talked and danced for hours. Mark didn't let us buy any more drinks, and some how he managed to keep the other potential partners from approaching the table. He had his territory staked out and it was clear to all the testosterone loaded stalkers in the place that he was the Alfa. I hadn't had as much fun since we started going out together, and Cat was as excited as I had seen her. She passed me several of "those looks" that told me she was ready to have me. Her face flushed several times in our conversation when I would say something that carried a double meaning. I was on the floor with Mark and the music was slow and easy. We were rocking together, bodies touching as much as possible when he lowered his face to mine and brushed his lips over mine. I had never been kissed by a man! The electric charge that passed over my lips terrified and tantalized me. I held my breath as a shiver ran through me. The music ended and talking his hand I hurried back to Cat. She was looking away when I got to the table. Knowing my wife and her habits I quickly sent Mark to the bar for a fresh round. Cat turned to me and a tear was running down her cheek. Oh God I thought, she's jealous, she's hurt, she's mad at me and will never forgive me. I took her in my arms and held her, "I am so sorry Cat!" I murmured to her. "I didn't mean for it to happen, I didn't ask him to kiss me." Cat wiped her eyes with a napkin and smiled at me, "You silly goose! I am crying because I am happy for you!" I couldn't help myself, I took her in my arms and covered her mouth with mine. This wasn't a sisterly peck on the cheek, or a glad to see you air kiss. This was an I'm going to fuck you all night kiss that had us both reeling in heat and passion. Just then I heard Mark clear his throat behind me. "You guys know you are driving me crazy, me and every other guy in here!" Cat laughed with embarrassment as we parted. "Dance with me big boy!" she teased as she stood up. I watched them as they moved across the floor arms around each other. Cat seemed to be talking as Mark nodded his head. They stayed together for two songs before returning to the table. In the mean time I turned down several invitations to dance. I have to say that all the feelings running through me were exciting and confusing at the same time. I could still feel the touch of his lips on mine and the press of his hands on my back drawing me tight to him. Mark asked me to dance when the next slow number started. We walked hand in hand to the floor and my heart was all a flutter as he turned me to him and wrapped his arms around me. I didn't resist, I let him pull me close, so close that I could feel his erection pressing into my belly. I lay my head on his shoulder and let him lead me in the dance. "Kiss me again," he asked as we moved slowly across the floor. "Oh God!" I thought and my face turned to his, my will completely gone. His mouth covered mine, his tongue parted my lips and pressed into me, his hand took the back of my head and held me. My knees went weak and I sagged against him, almost swooning. I let him take me as men have taken women since the beginning of time, he possessed me at that moment. Cat was beaming as we walked back to the table a few minutes later. Mark held my arm and guided me into the chair as he smiled at her. After that Cat danced with several other men and I stayed with Mark for each song. We kissed again, several times, as he held me close and our tongues moved with the music. It was obvious that Cat was leaving me to Mark, and I didn't object. As the next round of drinks arrived she told Mark that we would have to be leaving soon and that she would appreciate it if he would walk us to the car. He agreed after protesting our need to leave so soon. As we approached the car Cat used the remote to pop the trunk release. She moved to the trunk and lifted our car blanket from it. She still hadn't opened the doors for me. She turned to Mark. "We really want to thank you for being so sweet to us, dancing and buying all of our drinks and protecting us from all the horny guys in there." "My pleasure," he replied smiling. "Well, I think that your hard work deserves more than just words of thanks." Cat's eyes were alight with pleasure and mischief. "Now I'm a married lady so I'm pretty much limited to words," she went on as she tossed the blanket on the ground in front of him. "But Jessie is young and single and just as grateful as I am, aren't you dear?" I was getting a pretty good idea of where this was going and wasn't sure how I wanted it to turn out. "Cat you know that I appreciate all Mark has done. He's a real gentleman and probably doesn't expect anything more than a thank you for his trouble." I said as I placed a hand on his cheek affectionately. "Oh Mark's a real gentleman for sure," Cat started, "but you're a real lady too and know that sometimes a simple thank you just isn't enough." She turned to Mark a smiled as she said, "Mark as a token of our thanks Jessie is going to give you a blowjob." I knew that was what she was up too! I just knew it! My problem now was I didn't know how I felt about it. That is until I saw the look on his face. His grin was probably exactly like the one I get when Cat tells me she is going to give me head. Ear to ear he was all smiles. I lowered myself to the blanket that Cat had placed so thoughtfully for me. I slipped my hands up Mark's legs, over his thighs and up to his belt buckle. Slowly I opened his belt, then the button at the top of his fly. As my hand found his zipper my mind was reeling with the fears and anticipation of what I was about to do. I couldn't look at him as I slipped the zipper down then pulled his slacks over his hips and down. He wore boxers, plain white boxers and at that moment I thought they were incredibly sexy. My hands trembled as I pulled the under shorts down and freed his hard cock. Still I couldn't look into his face, I just stared at his erection as my hands found their way to it, circling the shaft and feeling my first cock. I couldn't help thinking that it was just a little smaller than mine. I licked my lips as I watched myself begin to stroke him slowly up and down. Then my head began its slow move toward him. I kissed the head of him. Finally I looked up and saw the wonder in his eyes as he watched me. I opened my mouth and lowered over him. The practice I had with Cat's two-headed toy proved its worth as I easily took him into my mouth in a long motion. I started to move on him then. Up and down and twisting around as I made love to him with my mouth. I was trying to savor the taste of cock, to learn its texture and flavor as I gave my first blowjob. I looked over to Cat and she was leaning back on the next car. My eyes went wide as I saw that she had her skirt up and her hand in her panties fingering herself as she watched us. Mark followed my eyes and when he saw her he moaned and mumbled about this being the sexiest thing that had ever happened to him. He began to move with my efforts and I knew that soon he would be beyond the point of stopping even if he or I wanted to stop. Cat smiled at me and told me, "Don't let him have all the fun sweetie, play with that pussy of yours." I reached my hand down the waistband of my skirt and began to rub my hard dick through the gaff. I didn't realized how hot and near a climax I was until then. I increased my efforts on Mark's hard cock as I rubbed my own and watched Cat play. Mark began to tremble, giving me signs that he was about to explode. His hands were tangled in my hair and he guided my head in motion on him. I moved my free hand to his ass and cupped him, holding him into me as I started to suck and lick him inside my closed mouth. I felt him shiver and knew it was coming. He shot into my mouth with a warm rush of tangy and salty cum. As my mouth filled my own dick erupted and my body shook with my climax as he continued to pump his own into me. Cat was moaning and bending over as her orgasm hit her and we all came almost simultaneously. I swallowed, then I licked and sucked a little more from him to swallow again. Mark pushed me back and pulled his clothing up. Cat shook from the power of her orgasm as she tried to move to the car and open the doors. I just stayed on my knees. My mind was overloaded. I had just given my first head and had done it in a parking lot. Transformation Ch. 04 Eventually we were able to get it all together. Mark was a perfect gentleman and held my hand to help me back to my feet. He expressed his thanks for a great evening, remarking again that it was the wildest thing he had ever done. Cat and I drove home in silence, not the quiet of guilt or shame, but of being overpowered by emotion. We had just crossed another threshold in the transformation of Jessie. Life would never be the same again. Transformation Ch. 05 Ch. 5: Bob's Story This is part of a series of events that my wife/mistress has told me to relate in the hopes of improving other couples lives. I would suggest reading them all (in order preferably) to get a clear picture of our female led marriage. A FLM does not have to include the delivery of pain or other kinks that some people object to (I do not like pain and my wife hates to administer it but I still clearly know who is in charge). It only needs to include what the wife wants. Look for other stories under my author name: Nancysboybill. As Chris and Bob read what has been written so far they commented that our present lives are very similar but the road to get here was very different. Nancy suggested that they should write a chapter since they are such a large part of our life. Chris decided that it should be from Bob's point of view with her notes to follow. What follows are Bobs words. As Bill already said, Chris and my journey to a FLM was much different from theirs. I want to start by saying that like Nancy and Bill this works very well for us and I wouldn't want to change our marriage at all. Some of this may seem repetitive after reading what Bill has already written but our evolutions are very much intertwined. I was in Europe for an extended period for my company. When I returned Chris seemed preoccupied; not that she wasn't happy to see me, we made love every night which we hadn't done in years and Chris was more intense than ever. But we also were spending a lot of time with Nancy and Bill and when we weren't with them Chris and Nancy were chattering away on the phone. They had always been close and I just figured that in my absence they had gotten even closer. After I had been back about 10 or 12 days and we returned home from another evening with Nancy and Bill, Chris asked "Have you noticed how much happier Nancy and Bill are these days?" "I have although it seems to be more Nancy than Bill. I was in the kitchen with him while he was making dinner and it seemed like he couldn't go two minutes without running out to make sure she did not need a refill on her drink or anything else. I also don't know if you caught the time during dinner when she just about snarled "Bill, wine!" He jumped up so fast I thought he was going to knock over the table. He must have really put himself in the doghouse this time." "Not at all; Nancy told me that Bill one day said that he'd been thinking how much he loves her and wanted to do a better job of making her happy. Frankly I'm jealous; I wish you acted a little more like Bill." "Well Bill did tell me that three men in his office have had their wives leave them in the last two months alone. He's probably scared it will happen to him." "Maybe; I'm tired and sore now would you get me a drink and come upstairs and give me a massage please?" I mixed Chris's drink and went upstairs to find her lying face down on the bed naked, suddenly I was thinking with my little head. I gave her the deep muscle massage that she prefers and at the end rubbed her to an orgasm. She had me lay down and rewarded me with a fantastic blow job and even swallowed. She almost never did this, usually only after bargaining for oral sex from me which she knows I hate to do. She usually doesn't let me cum in her mouth either but finishes me off with her hands when I get close. She said that it was for giving her such a nice massage and a happy ending. Her blow jobs were rare enough that they excited me to the point where I would get hard again within minutes and that night was no exception. I said I wanted to fuck, what a mistake that was. "You were just so good to me and I in turn did what you like best. Now you've ruined it with a me, me, me attitude. I bet if I had asked you to go down on me first you would have refused. I know you hate to do that but I love it and I expect you to change your attitude if you want any kind of sex life with me!" I tried to apologize but Chris wouldn't listen, she just said to find a way to make it up to her. The next morning I snuck out of bed before the alarm, made coffee and woke Chris with a cup and much gentler massage. Chris kept telling me how good it felt and an ending like last night's would have me all but forgiven. She said she'd like to reciprocate but didn't want to make me late for work but if I were to continue to treat her this way we would both end up much happier. I didn't want to push the issue after last night and figured I'd masturbate in the shower. Chris must have known what I intended and followed me into the bathroom "just to talk." She even ended up climbing into the shower with me and washed my back. She started to give my cock some soapy strokes and it responded quickly but when I was close to an orgasm she stopped and said that now she knew I was good and clean and that I had better hurry up and get to work. I started to protest but only mildly. Chris just asked me what I thought Bill would say to Nancy right now. I said the he'd probably tell her how much he loves her and how lucky he was to have her. She chuckled a little and said that actually she had him. I said that he probably didn't get sent out the door with blue balls very often and Chris replied that with the way he treats her he probably doesn't and maybe I should learn from that. I did get to work on time but sure didn't get much done that day. Chris's note: About this time I was thinking that Nancy was right: get a guy's cock hard and his balls full and you can get him to do anything. This was going to be so much easier than I thought. Chris called me at work that day and said that it would be just the two of us, at home, for dinner and she expected to be wined and dined like I had something at stake. I did have something at stake, two very tender balls. When I got home Chris wasn't there but she had left a note instructing me to do my prep work in the kitchen, make her a drink and greet her naked with a nice hard cock. She would be home in 20 minutes, which was not much time for all this but her note had a rather commanding tone to it. I don't know why but I felt like I had better get this right. I rushed through the kitchen chores and looking at the clock tore my clothes off right there in the kitchen. As I was stashing my clothes in a utility closet I heard Chris's car in the driveway and my cock did its' part on its' own. Chris came through the door and stopped to look at me standing there with nothing but a grin and a hard on. She took her drink from me and motioned for me to follow her. I started to speak but Chris put her finger to my lips and said that I was to listen and not to talk unless she asked me a question. She led me to the hot tub and had me undress her slowly taking the time to neatly fold each item of clothing as it came off and to massage and kiss each area of skin as it was exposed. This took almost an hour and had me horny as hell. She sat in the only chair in the room and told me to come and sit by her and listen to what she had to say. There being no other seats in the room I sat by her feet on the floor. "Bob, I know that you were very young and still a virgin when we married and that you came from a family that showed little if any physical affection. I think all of this combines to make you insecure about your performance as a lover. In fact when you do consent to go down on me you always ask if you are doing it right. I, as you know, had several lovers before you and I really miss some of the things they used to do to me. I also believe that if you will let me guide you, your confidence will improve and you will come to enjoy it and want to do it. In fact I know that there will come a time that you will beg me to let you eat my pussy. Now you go and think about all this while you make dinner. Bring it back here when it is ready and after we've eaten we will discuss what I've just said." "May I just ask one thing first?" "Yes but I may not answer until later." "Why did you want me naked for this?" Chris laughed and said "Two reasons; one, I wanted your full attention and I knew this would ensure I had it and two, I enjoy seeing you naked. In fact don't put any clothes back on....oh my god, your blushing, your still shy about your body after all the years we've been together! We certainly will have to get you over that!" A little while later I came back with dinner and found Chris in the hot tub. "I just got in. I was so turned on watching your reaction that I decided to masturbate first. Come over here and feed me my dinner so I don't have to get out" I was again blushing furiously from hearing her say that she masturbated but I was also very excited. Even feeding Chris her dinner as she soaked was strangely intimate and erotic. After dinner Chris got out of the tub, looked me in the eye and asked "Do you love me Bob?" "Very much." "And do you want me to be happy?" "Of course I do." "Then will you try my plan?" I was already leaning towards yes but now I was backed into a corner, if I said no I would be saying that I didn't really love her or want her to be happy. There wasn't even room left to ask questions or discuss how I felt. "When would you like to start Chris?" "As soon as we can get to the bedroom, I want to be comfortable. You can clean up these dishes before you bring me my coffee in the morning." Wow, one time and it was already expected. When we got to the bedroom Chris sat on the very end of the bed. I said that she should make room for me but she explained that with me lying on the bed my head would be bent back and that I would be more comfortable kneeling in front of her. And also that if I got excited and started to leak there wouldn't be a wet spot for one of us to sleep in. Chris was very reassuring as she guided me through all the places she liked to be licked. She taught me different ways to use my tongue, soft and flat or hard and pointy, slow and easy or fast and furious, but most importantly she taught me to read her reactions and adjust. She taught me that sometimes it's a sprint to the finish line and sometimes getting there is half the fun. She continually praised me and told me how happy I was making her. Finally my legs couldn't take any more and Chris said that she didn't have any energy left anyway. She had me lay on my back on the bed and said words I never would have expected to hear, "I want to watch you stroke yourself." "Can't you help me?" "I will help you by encouraging you but I really want to watch." Chris got me started by taking my hand in hers and guiding it up and down my cock. I didn't even feel her take her hand away she had me so engulfed in what I was doing. She would tell me when to speed up or slow down or rest while I calmed down. At some point she retrieved a pair of silky, bright red panties and had me slowly stroke myself with them while she ask about how good they felt. At long last she said I should shoot into the panties. I had no idea that masturbating could produce that good an orgasm. After my breathing got back to normal Chris told me to go wash the panties in the sink before they were stained and to pat them as dry as I could with a towel and hang them up. She said she wanted them dry for the morning. In the morning I once again woke Chris with a cup of coffee, a gentle massage and an orgasm; this time I used my tongue and was starting to feel okay about it. Chris praised my improved attitude and technique and gave me an incredible blow job for my efforts. A guy could get used to this! When I got out of the shower Chris told me that she had laid out my work clothes since I was running a little later than usual. I thanked her and went to get dressed. I laughed out loud when I saw her red panties from the night before laid out with my other clothes but when I went to get my own underwear from the drawer it was empty. Even the dirty clothes hamper was empty. This was beyond funny. At least I thought so, Chris couldn't stop laughing. She said it's those or bareback cowboy so saddle up. Hmmm, panties or ruin an eight hundred dollar suit...had to wear the panties...not happy. Chris just said that if they felt so good last night I should have the joy of wearing them all day and that every time I moved I would feel them and remember last night. Besides, she pointed out; when I got home I could take them off with the rest of my clothes before I met her at the door with a drink. That evening when she arrived she again sat by the hot tub and had me sit on the floor and rub her feet. This time I was the one talking as she was curious about my day. "Well you were right; every time I moved I felt your panties and thought about last night. By the way, not only is sitting down to pee a nuisance but it's almost impossible with an erection. I tried to hide behind my desk all day but around eleven my boss (a woman) called me into her office to discuss a client. When I walked in she did a double take at my crotch and told me not to sit as this would only take a minute. Telling me to stand was the only time she looked me in the eye during what turned into a twenty minute conversation, and damn it, the more she stared, the harder I got. She called me back to her office three more times in the afternoon and each time there was at least one other female manager there. The last time there were even six of their assistants in the outer office supposedly just for coffee." After Chris caught her breath from laughing so hard she got out (through several renewed laughing attacks) "They say you can't get promoted if you don't get noticed; by now I'll bet that every female manager from entry level to executive AND their assistants know who you are...but you may need to wear the same suit, they might not recognize your face!" This set off another bout of hysterics after which she said more seriously "The thought of all those women wanting what only I can have sure makes me hot. Upstairs now! Let's continue your lessons." Each night and each morning that week I knelt and licked Chris but I was only getting strokes and promises. Chris was happier than I'd seen her in years so I was willing to put up with it....for now at least. I was also being given a different pair of panties to wear each day (in my size now) and still had no idea what became of my underwear. On Friday evening after Chris had her drink and a couple of orgasms she asked if I was ready for one of my own. "Yes please" "That's yes please Chris or yes pleases Ma'am!" "Yes please Chris. I am sorry Ma'am" "That's better. Now come here and put your balls in my hand." She opened her hand, palm up, and just high enough that I had to stand on my toes to give her what she demanded. She firmly took hold and guided what she now referred to as HER cock to her lips. She brought me to the edge of orgasm and stopped time after time until I was pleading for her to make me cum. Then she asked me "have you been enjoying the last couple of weeks?" Yes Ma'am, very much" "You have become talented at licking my pussy, are you starting to enjoy it?" Surprising myself I said that I was and that I thought about it constantly. Through all this she was still licking and stroking me and keeping me on tiptoe with firm squeezes to my balls if I started to relax. "I've got a proposal to make. I want to be totally in charge of our lives in and out of the bedroom for the next month. After a month we can decide if it is working or if you want to go back to our old life, sex two or three times a month with blowjobs only once or twice a year. Will you agree to this?" With that question she stopped working on her cock and let go of my balls until I practically screamed that I would agree. Now working on her cock again she said "You know that I might demand things of you that will hate to do?" "Yes Ma'am" "I might expose you wearing your panties to other people." "Yes Ma'am" "I will punish you if disobey me, sometimes painfully" "Yes Ma'am" "You will not be allowed an orgasm unless I permit you." "Yes Ma'am" "In that case you may cum now!" With that her mouth engulfed her cock and I shot the biggest load of my life. Chris was still holding my balls and used them to pull me down to my knees where she gave me a kiss depositing my load into my own mouth. "Get used to that taste, from now on you will be cleaning up after your orgasms". She then laughed and said "That was only three days without an orgasm. Just imagine if I decide to make you wait the whole month you just agreed to." I was much more horrified at the thought of going a month without coming than with eating my cum, and couldn't even speak. She reassured me that she wouldn't do that to me unless I disrespected her. The next morning Chris had a list of chores for me including hanging a paddle in the kitchen. It looked vaguely familiar and then it hit me; there was one just like it in Nancy and Bills kitchen. "Is this why Bill has been treating Nancy so well?" "Yes it is and Nancy will be over later to give you a small taste of it just to make sure you know what disrespect can bring." "Nancy will be here? Why?" "You will understand later and you just earned ten extra strokes for questioning me. You agreed that I am to be in charge. I also suggest that you try to present yourself to Nancy with a soft cock or you will pay an even heavier price." I was given thirty seven strokes that day; the original ten plus ten for questioning Chris, ten more for disrespecting Nancy by waiving a hard cock at and seven because I didn't count off after the seventh so we had to over again. Mistress Chris and Miss Nancy explained all the rules that went with spanking including the proper apology. The next night after a proper apology to Miss Nancy she commented to Chris that for someone who wouldn't lick pussy a month before I was very well trained. I don't know if I was more proud or embarrassed. I also got my first taste of ass that night. I think it was Nancy's way of paying back Chris for giving Bill his first taste. Later that week Chris announced that we were going to start a program to get me to control my orgasms. I have never been good at this lasting only three or four strokes in Chris's tight pussy before I would cum. Chris had me lay on my back on the bed and lowered herself onto her cock. She said that she was going to count down from ten; one number for each stroke. The number I came on was the number of days before I could cum again. I was allowed to ask her to stop only once but 2 strokes would be added for each second until I asked her to start again. Also if I reached zero she would reverse the count and the higher I got the better my reward. That night I concentrated on everything but what she was doing but I was so distracted I started to go soft. A sharp squeeze of my balls brought my attention back to her. "You're no use to me soft; if I am boring you we can forget your orgasms altogether and just worry about mine. You've got five seconds to get hard and we'll start again or else I will take my anger out on your ass." I got hard immediately and she started back at ten; she also squeezed her pussy as tight as she could to make me cum faster. I still managed to make it to three after which she sat on my face so I could clean her out and said that it was too bad I couldn't last just three more strokes and be able to try again tomorrow, instead I had to go three days licking her to orgasm without any relief. Two weeks into this program I finally managed to make it past the ten strokes plus two before shooting. As a reward Chris gave me my choice between ten strokes off my next spanking or an extra orgasm. I chose the extra orgasm which she said I could have Saturday morning even if I failed to make ten in the next two nights. Transformation Ch. 05 Thanks to everyone who has stuck it out so far. I hope you are enjoying my little tale of transformation and sex. Please feel free to vote and your comments are always appreciated. ***** Friday proved to be the most interesting day so far just out of how normal it was. Tiffany and I spent the day shopping at the mall, doing laundry, and cleaning up around the house. There were no random hand jobs, no dragging people into dressing rooms for a blowjob, and basically no overwhelming desires to fuck anything that moved. It was kind of a relief actually to be able to relax and catch up on what I missed. Some of the things we discussed well and truly floored me and it almost hurt trying to comprehend the scale of things. The internet, the world wide web, or whatever the fuck you want to call it. How do you wrap your mind around that? Access to all of man's collected knowledge and Tiffany has 150 links to porn and pictures of cats. Cats really? Not that I would be any different but I'm just saying. Jar Jar Binks; enough said. When I was in the hospital I heard some things about 9/11 but never really understood. Sitting on the couch watching the coverage that Tiffany had recorded I could feel my heart being ripped out. As I watched I felt this overwhelming desire to be back in uniform. A pipe dream I know, the Corps would never let me back in. As it was I couldn't be in an infantry unit anymore, what with the whole tits and a vagina thing I've got going on right now. I know that Jar Jar Binks and 9/11 are no where even close in the realm of importance but I'm just trying to give obvious examples. I will say I was pretty stoked about the Diamondbacks and the Coyotes as it was always a hard pill to cheer for the Cardinals and it was nice to have home town teams worth cheering for. It was well after one a.m. before we finally called it a night and crawled into our own beds. If you have never been to Phoenix in the summer or perhaps never watched a weather report on the news let me just say that it gets hot here. We're not talking let me take off this sweater and put on a polo hot, I'm talking holy fuck when did I move to the surface of the sun hot. During the summer there are plenty of nights where the temperature stays well above 100 degrees and this was one of those. Tiffany didn't like to run the air so the windows were open and the fans spinning endlessly circulating the hot air. Unlike previous nights I didn't have the advantage of a mind blasting orgasm to help me sleep so I tossed and turned for a while before pushing the covers down and stripping off the thin tank top and underwear I had worn to bed. It was like that stretched out on my stomach with a thin sheen of sweat covering my body that I finally fell asleep. It was a glorious dream at first. Starting with my toes I was slowly being lowered into a vat of sweet warm vanilla with just a hint of coconut, hmmm my new scent. Not sure what the symbolism is behind that and I'm not sure if I want to know. As my body ever so slowly dipped into the vat I could feel my muscles relaxing as the liquid covered them and all the tension was drained away. I hovered above the vat, my feet and calves below the surface my muscles being worked by a strong pair of hands. It felt so good I could feel the moisture building between my thighs. Slowly the dipping continued, up my knees and over my thighs. The same strong hands worked the back of my thighs pulling a loud moan from me. Working the muscles from my knees on up the hands continued, the thumbs sweeping over the crease of my ass cheeks. I began waking up slowly as I came to realize the hands were real and god did they feel good. I knew Mike had a key so I decided to just relax and enjoy this. As he continued to massage my thighs I felt his hands pushing open my legs so I shifted slightly giving him better access. I was in heaven as his large hands moved up my inner thighs but just when I expected him to slip him fingers into me they changed direction and began deep strokes across my ass. I'm sure I must have let out a whimper as I heard a soft chuckle come from Mike. I had to give him credit he was good at this. I'd used the same avoidance technique before but I didn't have the patience like he was showing. Up my thighs and over time and time again, my hips involuntarily lifting trying to meet his hand, each time coming closer but never quite touching me. It was driving me insane which I know is totally the point. I was so wet it was ridiculous. Finally I felt his fingers begin to explore my pussy, just running along the outside barely slipping between my lips. It was apparent that while the first time he had truly fucked me, this time he had something else in mind. Something far more tortuous. He was kneeling over my leg and I could feel his cock as it brushed the back of my thigh, his right hand gently caressing my pussy while his left worked up and down my back. He was going to play my body like an instrument and this was a long slow tease. His touch on my pussy was so feather light and his hand on my back so strong along my spine I'm not sure which was bringing the most pleasure. My hips were grinding into the bed desperate for a firmer touch but for some reason I kept my hands still, not wanting to disturb him as he worked. I almost came when I felt his fingers finally push inside me. Slowly and gently his fingers spread my lips apart as they probed inside me. Nothing was going to make him hurry, certainly not me writhing and moaning under his expert touch. My body was on fire, his every touch bringing me closer and closer. His fingers working in and out had me moaning constantly into my pillow but when his other hand moved down and he slowly sunk his finger into my ass I had to bite it to stop from screaming. With his fingers finally filling me he used his legs to pull mine together as he straddled me. Reaching out I grabbed a spare pillow and placed it under me lifting my hips off the bed giving him better access. It felt so good being filled like this and for long minutes he continued, bringing me higher and higher. His shifting on the bed was my only warning. I felt his fingers withdraw only to be replaced with his hard cock sinking into me. Everything had been leading to this point and as I felt him push into me the orgasm that had long been simmering suddenly boiled over. I began to scream and moan into the pillow as his hard steady strokes crashed into me. Pulling his fingers from my ass he gripped my hips pulling me back against him, his balls slapping against my clit on each stroke. As I finally came down off my orgasmic high I lifted myself up onto my elbows and began pushing back against him, meeting him stroke for stroke. Letting go of my hip I felt him push his thumb deep into my ass as he stopped moving, suddenly I was impaling myself onto his cock. I was now the one fucking him, driving his cock as deep as I could get it. I'm sure I looked like a wanton whore but I didn't care, his cock felt so good I didn't want it to stop. I began to play with him. Reaching between my legs I caressed his balls as I began to drive against him and then roll my hips with him inside me. Finally having enough he grabbed my hips again and began pounding into me, knocking me off my elbows and driving my face down into the pillow. He did manage to surprise me when I suddenly felt a painful smack on my ass. I didn't think it would bruise but it would definitely be there tomorrow. The slapping from our skin quickly filled the room and I could hear his breathing begin to grow ragged. I knew I would come when he did but I still reached down and began to play with my clit. Rubbing hard I wanted to get myself off before Mike did knowing he would enjoy the ego boost. I was literally just on the cusp of my orgasm when he suddenly pulled out. "Oh fuck Heather," he said in a voice that wasn't Mike's and for a split second I was furious. After that split second I felt his cum began to splash onto my back, scalding hot as it hit my skin. It was enough. It was enough to set off my biggest orgasm of the night made even bigger by the fact that neither of us knew who we had been fucking. There was something about that I found incredibly erotic. Splash after splash coated my back and my ass, his cum dripping down across my pussy. With my hand still on my clit I dragged out my orgasm until I became just too sensitive to touch. Collapsing on the bed I couldn't help but rub my fingers through his cum before bringing it to my mouth and tasting it. Yep as I expected tasty as fuck. "Sara, my name's Sara and you are?" I asked. I felt him launch from the bed as I clicked on the lamp on my nightstand. Ok let me rephrase. I felt him launch from the bed and then, because he was blinded by the lamp, trip over my pajamas and crash to the floor. As I watched him flailing around on the floor I noticed he had more than a passing resemblance to my old self. My door suddenly flew and Tiffany stormed in carrying a short barreled shotgun I did not know she had. It reminded me my shopping wasn't quite done. She looked like an avenging valkyrie; topless, her long blonde hair streaming, and a look of fury on her face. I found it hot as fucking hell. Of course the look was slightly ruined by the hello kitty panties and Scooby doo slippers. "Aaron what the fuck are you doing here," Tiffany asked, "and Sara seriously what the fuck?" I knew she was mad but in this case it was not my fault. "Whoa, hold on a second Tiffany. Where the fuck is Heather? She gave me a key but I'd never had the need to use it. " Aaron said, "I just got back into town and I thought I would wake her up with a good surprise. I didn't know Heather wasn't living here any more. ." "Oh it was definitely a good surprise," I said still lounging on my stomach, "but in truth I thought it was Mike." Tiffany glanced at me before storming into my bathroom and returning with a warm washcloth that she tossed to Aaron. "You made the mess," she said as she walked out, "you clean it up. I'm going to bed and Sara don't forget we have to hit the grocery store before Michelle comes over." Sitting on the bed next to me Aaron looked embarrassed as he began washing his cum off of me. "Sorry," he said, "I really didn't think there would be anyone else in this bed. Guess I should have noticed her car wasn't here." Once he finished I rolled over and took his hand. "Aaron, really," I said, "I'm not complaining. You seriously rocked my world and I enjoyed every second of it." He got up and started gathering his clothes. "Where are you going," I asked? "It's late and I need to find a motel," he said, "and try to figure out where Heather is." Rolling over I patted the side of my bed. "Aaron you're already here," I said, "and I don't mind. It's not like sleeping with me could make things any worse." He looked at me searching for confirmation and when I smiled he undressed and climbed back into bed. I clicked off the light and resumed my previous position. "You were playing with my ass a lot," I said. "Heather doesn't normally let me fuck her ass," he said, "but I was thinking if I had her worked up enough she might let me. Now knowing I was fucking you I certainly wish I had tried." "I might have let you," I said before drifting off. Aaron was gone when I woke up. Jumping up I grabbed a quick shower before heading out to the kitchen looking for coffee. We apparently neglected to set up pot the night before so I dug through the fridge looking for something with caffeine. Grabbing a green can of something called Monster I checked the side for caffeine. Seeing the magic word I popped open the can and took a drink. "Oh hell yes," I said feeling the caffeine and sugar coursing through me, "you're my new best friend." "I take it Aaron left already," Tiffany said walking to the fridge and grabbing a green can, "and did you notice the resemblance to your old self? Wait a second, didn't you have a hand print on your ass last night?" Looking down where the hand print should be I saw nothing but smooth skin. "I did," I said, "He smacked me hard enough it should still be there. Fuck I was worrying about it bruising and yeah I noticed the resemblance. Apparently Heather didn't take not being able to marry me well." "Yeah she always was somewhat psycho. That's twice now you've seemed to heal far faster than normal," Tiffany said, "I think we should test it." "And how exactly do you plan on doing that," I asked? "Easy," Tiffany said, "like this." Grabbing my right breast she pulled it to her mouth and began biting me, hard. Not on the nipple of course but on the pale skin next to it. After about 30 really fucking long seconds she pulled away and we both looked on in amazement as the obvious bite mark quickly faded and vanished altogether within minutes. "Fucking incredible," Tiffany said, "We really should test your limits when we get the chance. For now let's go hit the store and please try not to fuck anyone." In my room I threw on my blue bikini with a pair of daisy dukes and my big tank top before slipping on a pair of flip flops. Jumping in my jeep I had to throw my tank top over the seat back as I had forgotten how damn hot they could get. Tiffany who had opted for a t-shirt and jean skirt over her bikini just laughed at my jumping around and oh so colorful words. Finally settled we made the short drive to Basha's to grab the food and alcohol for the day. Wandering the aisles both mine and Tiffany's cell phones began to ring. Hanging up a couple of minutes later we began grabbing more food as Michelle was now bringing her boyfriend and Mike was dropping by with a buddy. I also managed to snag a pair of cheap sunglasses finally. Heading back to the house we had a couple of hours to kill before anyone was due to show up and I realized I needed to talk with Tiffany. Getting everything put away we walked out onto the back patio and my jaw fell to the floor. The pool and jacuzzi dominated the front part of the yard but it was the mini bar and built-in grill that really got my attention. "Tiffany," I asked with more venom than she probably deserved, "how in the fuck can you afford this place? I know damn good and well that nurses don't make nearly enough to afford this place." I was pissed. With everything going on was Tiffany and Mike just another one of those way too convenient things that seem to be happening lately? Fuck was anything in my life real anymore? I wanted to cry. I wanted to rage. What I really wanted to do was either fight or fuck. I knew Tiffany likely didn't deserve my rage so I decided to hit something. Stalking towards the back of the yard I focused on a grown pine tree that shaded the back corner. I could hear Tiffany saying something but I couldn't comprehend what she was saying. Stepping up to the tree I reared back and hit it as hard as I could. This resulted in two loud and distinct cracking noises. Fuck me. The first crack was from a large branch about 20 feet up that suddenly decided that the grass looked cool and deserved closer attention. It was after Tiffany's scream of warning and during my less than Hollywood cool dive out of the way that I discovered the source of the second crack. I discovered that slamming your fist into a relatively immovable object can have adverse effects on your bones. I did feel better however. The instant my fist made contact with that tree, all my anger vanished. It may have been due to the shooting pain running up my arm. Tiffany was next to me in an instant. "Sara are you out of your fucking mind," she yelled, "what the fuck made you suddenly decide to attack the tree. Let me see your fucking hand, what a moron to attack a tree." The pain in my hand was excruciating as Tiffany began to inspect it, leading me over to a small bench. "Sorry," I said grimacing through my teeth, "It seemed like a good idea at the time." It may have seemed like it at the time but it was certainly one of the stupidest things I had ever done. As Tiffany examined my hand I felt a sudden surge of relief as the pain vanished. "What did you do?" I asked Tiffany, the pained expression gone from my face. "I didn't do anything, why?" Tiffany asked. A small popping sound came from my hand and Tiffany and I found ourselves entranced staring at my hand. As we watched we could see the bones shifting and the torn skin began knitting itself together. Within a couple of minutes my hand looked as if nothing had ever happened to it. "Nothing," I said staring at my hand, "there is no pain at all. Tiffany what is happening to me?" "I don't know Sara," Tiffany said, "I've never heard of anyone healing as fast as you are. But it seems to me you have a lot of things going on that no one has ever heard of. You do realize you broke a tree, right?" We both started laughing when she said it as it was so completely ridiculous. Broke a tree. How the hell do you break a tree. Moving back over to the pool we both sat with our feet dangling into the water. "I'm sorry Tiffany," I said my eyes downcast staring into the crystal blue water of the pool, "I saw all of this and just kinda lost it. I began to think you and Mike were just one more thing on the suspiciously easy list." "My last year of nursing school I had won 5k from a lottery ticket," Tiffany said sounding surprisingly melancholy," Like an idiot I had the cash in my pocket and I was driving around in the rain. Did I tell you I love the rain? Silly to live in Phoenix and love the rain but I love the way the desert smells after a rain storm. Anyways, I was driving around and came across this place. They had all the signs up and everything but the storm kept everyone away. I ended up getting the place for a thousand bucks with everything included." "I really am sorry Tiffany," I told her, "I'm really not handling all of this as well as I thought I was. I did mean to ask you something before we came out here and I lost my mind. You've been incredibly patient with me since this started and I know you were angry last night but are you disappointed in how I've been acting? I know you barely know me but for some reason what you think is important to me." I thought about asking her what had her seeming so sad all of a sudden but I decided to ask Mike first. "Sara what you have been going through is beyond belief," Tiffany said, "and in truth I'm not sure anyone would be able to handle this any better. True some things don't add up but you're doing the best you can. So disappointed in you, no how could I be. If anything I'm a little jealous. You're doing things because you want to and enjoying the fuck out of your new body. Watching you with a cock in your mouth or when Mike was fucking you the look on your face was pure bliss." "Tiffany I need to tell you something that's scaring me a little bit." I said. "What is it," she asked? Scooting closer she wrapped her arm around my shoulders. "With both Mike and Rick my mind was made up that I would be sucking their cocks well before I did but that's not the part I'm worried about," I told her, "With both of them I knew what I wanted but as soon as I actually saw their cocks it was like there was nothing else important in the world. My sole focus became that cock and getting him to cum in my mouth. I'm worried that every cock I lay eyes on I'm going to want to suck and swallow." The stunned look her face was interesting and I watched it change as she slowly realized I was serious. "I don't know what to say," she finally said laughing, "I guess we will have to try and test that somehow. Interesting weakness though, transfixed by the sight of the mighty cock. I love giving head but I'm not that bad although I recommend avoiding frat parties for now at least." Michelle and Jacob arrived first. When Tiffany and I stepped out to greet them Jacob almost dropped the bowl he was carrying as we had stripped down to our smallest bikinis. It was funny to see him eyeing Tiffany like a tasty piece of steak with Michelle right there. Reaching out Michelle smacked him upside the head. "Careful,' she said, "I might decide I'm not going to share." Laughing the three of us went inside and talked while Michelle changed. Telling her my concerns she agreed with Tiffany that we should try and test the theory. Transformation Ch. 05 The three of us made a big production of climbing into our lounge chairs. Bending over, adjusting our towels and putting on sunscreen was done with such exaggeration it was almost funny. While Jacob missed the joke, the large tent in his shorts definitely let us know we had his attention. Glancing around I could tell Tiffany and Michelle were watching me as I watched Jacob start making drinks. "Ladies I'm fine," I said after he dropped off our margaritas, "I'm not going to launch out of the chair and attack his cock. Besides Michelle, I think your boyfriend is more interested in fucking Tiffany than me." As we watched him from under our sunglasses it became apparent that Jacob was indeed focusing his attention on Tiffany. I think it was in part boredom and part showing off that he started doing slow laps in the pool. In truth he was a good looking guy; short blond hair, nice blue eyes, and it was obvious he spent his share of time in the gym. Quite tasty looking actually and well hung if the front of his shorts where to believed. About an hour later Mike and his buddy Devin finally showed up. Their arrival was announced by a loud, "Sweet lord I've died and gone to heaven," from Devin. Glancing up I saw they were standing in the doorway to the back patio just watching They had gotten pulled over for speeding as apparently Mike had been attempting to set some new land speed record trying to get over here. It was pretty funny because while Mike got the ticket Devin was able to snag the cop's phone number. It seemed that was Devin's hobby. He would gather phone numbers from girls and keep a record of where and when he got each. He even has a display board for what he calls his 'Hall of Fame.' "Ugh, Mike please tell your friend it's impolite to stare and drool," Tiffany announced. The two of them standing there in their board shorts and tank tops made quite the view. Mike with his shaggy dark brown hair and dark eyes and Devin with his light brown eyes matching the ponytail down his back, both in good shape and looking yummy. I could feel myself beginning to get wet at the prospects of what today could entail. Finally time to roll over we got up and adjusted our chairs and towels and laid back down on our stomachs. Getting settled in I used my fingers to adjust the bottom of my swimsuit and pulled it up as high as I could. "You know I really think we should go ahead and get those g-string bottom swimsuits." I said to no one in particular. I'd already decided I was going to get one but I just wanted to see the guys reaction. "If the guys weren't here I'd probably be laying out naked," Tiffany added reaching behind her back to untie her top, "I always prefer to not have tan lines." It seemed like a good idea and soon both Michelle and I had joined her. "Oh please," Jacob said, "don't let our presence stop you from getting as comfortable as you like." Mike and Devin quickly agreed and insisted we should do whatever we needed to. Looking at the guys it was easy to tell they were all turned on by the flesh on display. Looking them over I didn't feel an overwhelming desire to suck or fuck any of them but that didn't mean it wasn't going to happen. With Jacob's obvious interest in Tiffany and Mike chatting up Michelle it seemed I was going to be getting to know Devin quite well today. "Jacob," Michelle said, "if you let Tiffany's pretty little ass burn I doubt she would be interested even if I have decided to share today." Catching the hint the guys started grabbing sunscreen and coming over to help so quickly they started tripping over each other. We all laughed as the guys soon tumbled into the water splashing the deck and getting us soaked. Climbing out of the pool I saw the look on their faces and immediately knew what they were thinking. I knew because I would have been thinking the same thing in their place. "Guys," I warned already knowing it would be useless, "don't even think about it." I was right, it was useless. Teaming up they quickly tossed us into the pool. Devin and Jacob grabbed me which explained the multiple ass and boob grabs in the few feet they carried me. I did however managed to snag the back of Jacob's shorts pulling him into the water with me. Keeping my grip I managed to pull them off before I scrambled out of the pool, tossing the shorts to Tiffany. As he stood up in the pool I noticed that Jacob was holding a small blue scrap of cloth in his hand. As I was the only one wearing blue it didn't take much to figure out what it was. Deciding to play it cool I ignored the hungry looks on the guys faces and walked back over to my chair. Laying down, I grabbed the bottle of sunscreen. "Devin," I said as sweetly as I could holding the bottle, "would you mind?" Smiling at Jacob I ever so politely flipped him off before laying my head back down. As Devin began rubbing the suntan oil into my skin I watched as Jacob climbed out of the pool. Turning to face me I could see he was just a bit shorter than Mike, maybe 7 1/2 inches. "Baby, you couldn't handle me," Jacob said. I watched Michelle just laugh and shake her head. Fuck Devin has good hands. "I'm pretty sure I could handle you Jacob," I said as sickly sweet as I could, "Don't you think so Mike?" I left the implication of my question hanging in the air as I laid my head back down. Seeing as I was laying naked under his hands I was quite surprised at how well behaved Devin was being. His hands were heavenly but he was only working on my back. "Devin," I said, "if you don't go lower I'm going to get all kinds of burnt." As cocky and confident as he was acting earlier he suddenly seemed rather nervous. As his hands began rubbing the oil into my ass I shot a look over at Mike. From the sounds coming from Michelle it appeared Mike was doing an excellent job as he rubbed oil into her ass and inner thighs. After a minute he realized I was looking at him and I gave him a puzzled look while using my eyes to indicate Devin. As I watched him sink his fingers into Michelle he didn't seem to get what I was was asking. Finally as Devin massaged my calves I mouthed to him, 'Am I being played?' Shaking his head no as his fingers plunged into Michelle I watched as he mouthed, 'Bad breakup and virgin, maybe.' Oh fucking hell, really? Virgin? Maybe? As the noise from next to us increased, I looked over and saw that Tiffany had decided to assuage the sting of my earlier remark by wrapping her mouth around Jacob's cock. As I watched her I could tell she did indeed enjoying sucking cock. Apparently motivated by everything going on around us I felt Devin's hand run up my legs and his fingers carefully explore before before slipping inside me. His probing was so gentle, so tentative I was pretty sure if he wasn't a virgin he sure as hell wasn't far from it. Either way his fingers did feel good and I began to moan in appreciation. Devin's fingers began moving faster and it wasn't long before all I could do was grip the lounge chair as he fucked me. "Put your finger in her ass Devin," Tiffany said, "she loves it." Oh great, he's going to get coaching in how to fuck me. Looking over I saw that Tiffany and Jacob were in a 69 while Mike was licking the hell out of Michelle's pussy. I knew Michelle's cries were as much from being watched as from Mike's talented tongue. My ass was slick from the tanning oil and Devin's fingers had no problem sliding into my ass. His inexperience showed however as he pushed too hard, jamming two fingers into my ass with no preparation. The sudden pain was unexpected and I cried out causing Devin to jerk his fingers out of me. "Sara, I'm so sorry," Devin said as he sat down on the end of the lounge chair, "I'll go if you want me to." The pain in my ass, literally, vanished quickly but the mood appeared to have been broken by my cry of pain. "Devin wait," I said jumping up and grabbing him before he could go, "no one said anything about you leaving ok. So just relax these things happen." Taking his hand I walked him over to the bar and poured us both margaritas from the pitcher in the fridge. Drinking in silence I waited until he had finished about half his margarita. "How many times have you had sex Devin?" I asked, "Honestly." I was surprised by the several shades of red he suddenly turned. As I stood there sipping my drink waiting he suddenly was looking everywhere but at me. I could tell he was embarrassed but we couldn't fix this if he didn't talk to me. I began to wonder if he was embarrassed about his size, it's a common issue and he was the only one with anything still on. Motioning to Tiffany and Michelle I walked around the bar to confront Devin. I wanted this issue resolved. "Devin," I said resting my hand on his chest, "we are all friends here. No one is going to laugh or say anything. I just want to help." With that Tiffany and Michelle came up from behind as I stepped forward trapping him between three nude woman. He didn't seem to know what to do as we quickly removed his shorts. Stepping back I wasn't sure what to expect but he was completely normal. Hard as hell from the three of us but certainly not lacking in the size department. "Devin please talk to me," I pleaded, "please tell me what's wrong." I was fairly certain I knew the answer but I wanted to hear it from him. Reaching out to the bar he grabbed his drink and proceeded to slam the rest of it. "Fine," Devin finally said, "I've only had sex once before and it was awful ok. I felt like a bumbling fool and she damn near scraped the skin of my cock with her teeth." Everyone including Tiffany and Michelle flinched when he said that. "Once it was over she told me how awful I was and I really should consider never touching another woman ever again. Once you cried out I realized she was right, I should stay away from women. Yes I flirt my ass off," he continued, "and yes I get lots of phone numbers but I don't do anything with them, I just collect them." Mike had walked and waiting for him to finish before handing Devin his shorts. "Rachel," Mike asked? When Devin nodded his head I knew I was going to be hurting this Rachel chick. Seriously did I just decide to fuck up a chick over a guy? I need to get a handle on this crap, before long I'll be reading Cosmo and watching Sex and the City. I'm not going to stop enjoying the sex through, feels to fucking good to stop. As Jacob fired up the grill and Michelle started making drinks Tiffany and I went inside to throw on shorts and t-shirts. "You want to help him don't you?" Tiffany asked as we dressed. I know she could read on my face that I did. "I do," I said pulling on the daisy dukes shorts I had picked out, "He's had a really bad experience and it's soured his views on sex. Need to fix that if I can. Sorry about crying out like that. I knew as soon as I did you guys were going to stop. Looked like you were having fun." "We were," Tiffany as she pulled on her pink cotton shorts, "but it's ok. Besides the day isn't over yet and I don't think Michelle will be leaving before she gets to fuck Mike. I have an idea that might help him out. But it's something not all women like." "What is it?" I asked. I had a pretty good idea where she was heading and I had been thinking along the same lines. "He needs to fuck one of us in the ass," she said, "that way he can see if you build up to it it's amazing. Also he needs to feel what a proper blow job feels like. If you want you can blow him and he can fuck my ass if you're not sure about anal." In truth I wasn't sure, having my ass played with and fingered felt incredible but having a hard eight inches of cock was something else. The fact I was hesitant about this surprised me as much as anything else. Since I woke everything I've done has been with enthusiasm; sucking cock, swallowing cum, and getting fucked have all been basically without a thought, why was this different? As we stepped out of the room I stripped off my shirt and tossed it back on Tiffany's bed. When she looked at me puzzled I just shrugged. As soon as we hit the patio we both found ourselves flying through the air and landing in the pool. Tiffany and I both clawed our way to the surface and I was in the process of climbing out when Tiffany tackled me from behind. I started to fight but felt her grab one of my nipple rings and pull on it. "Oh fuck Tiffany what are you doing," I moaned as her hand began to play with my pussy. I somehow became separated from my bottoms again Her using my ring to control me was evil but all I could do was moan as her fingers plunged in and out of me. "Devin, come here for a minute please," Tiffany said as she pushed me further up the pool stairs, "Have a seat on the edge in front of Sara." I watched as he settled himself in front of me, his crotch inches from my face. I felt Tiffany push her thumb into my ass as she released my nipple ring. Pulling back Tiffany continued to fuck me with her fingers as my mouth hung open in front of Devin. "Dude," Jacob said, "open your eyes. She wants your cock." He was right I did but this time I wasn't going to take it out. If he wanted me to suck it he would have to do it. Fucking Tiffany and her fingers were driving me insane. Devin seemed frozen and unsure. Finally Tiffany came down close to my ear, her fingers now rubbing my clit causing me to moan uncontrollably. "You want his cock don't you Sara," she whispered, "you want him to cum in your mouth don't you." I started to nod, not trusting my own voice. "Oh no Sara," Tiffany said her fingers continuing to manipulate my clit bringing me closer and closer to cumming, "you know he needs to hear it." "Fuck you Tiffany," I yelled my hips grinding against her hand, "fuck you." My orgasm was so close just a little more was all I needed when I felt her hand slow leaving me hanging on the ragged edge. "Devin," I said my voice ragged, "please, I want to suck your cock. I want to taste you in my mouth and I promise it won't hurt. Oh God Tiffany please make me cum." I wasn't above begging at this point. I really fucking hate people being able to control me but there was something about Tiffany. I was so close but she somehow just kept me from going over. Devin was in for the blowjob of his life if he would just undo his fucking shorts. Finally he stood and slipped off his shorts before sitting down in front of me again. I stared as his cock bobbed in front of my face. He was rock hard with the veins large and obvious, the crown large and flaring, and a large glistening dollop of precum oozing out. "Devin," I said barely able to control myself, "there is going to come a point when you can't hold back, where nothing you can do will stop you from cumming. Just let it happen. You don't need to warn me I'll be able to tell." Lowering my face down I reached out with my tongue and began to swirl it around his balls. Licking and sucking his heavy balls into my mouth. Using my hand I caressed his sack as I switched back and forth. I played for long moments enjoying the moans escaping Devin's throat. Wrapping my hand around the base of his shaft I dragged my tongue up along the length of his cock focusing on the sensitive underside. Finally reaching the top I used my tongue to lick the precum oozing from him. As the flavor of his fluids hit my tongue I felt Tiffany take my clit into her mouth and begin to gently suck, it drove me right over the edge. Taking about half his length into my mouth I held him there my tongue exploring his thick shaft as my orgasm screamed through me, my moans vibrating around his cock. With my lips wrapped around his cock I began to work my mouth up and down, listening for his moans to change as I found his different sensitive areas. He seemed to particularly enjoy right behind the crown so I popped him out of my mouth and began to flick my tongue around the head before dropping my mouth back down and sucking him in. "Fuck Sara that's good," Devin cried out as his hand wrapped itself in my hair, "Don't stop." I had no intention of stopping as I could tell that same familiar feeling was settling over me. I wasn't going to stop until I felt his cum spraying into my mouth. I continued my pace but as I listened for his cues my ears began to pick up additional sounds. Glancing around I realized I had missed Tiffany getting out of the pool as she was now bent over with Jacob behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he plunged into her. The scene was made even hotter by presence of Michelle on her back her lips firmly locked to Tiffany's as Mike made a feast of her pussy. It always amazes me at how comfortable Mike and Tiffany are together. I've never seen them touch each other are able to watch as the other gets pleasured. I've seen Mike watch her and I know the thoughts have crossed his mind but it seems that is one line he is not willing to cross. I must have gotten distracted by the scene in front of me for I felt Devin tighten his grip in my hair and begin controlling my head getting me on the pace he wanted. "Oh fuck Sara that's it," Devin said his confidence growing, "suck my cock." Putting my hands on his stomach I pushed him onto his back which finally let me kneel down on the pool steps. As I continued working on Devin's cock I slowly became aware that someone was watching me. Glancing around I realized that Jacob was watching me as my lips slid up and down Devin's cock. Deciding to have some fun I pulled my mouth off of his cock. "Hold on tight Devin," I said loud enough for everyone to hear, "you're about to get an advanced lesson." I knew he wouldn't last long at all once I started this but I wanted to wipe the smile off of Jacobs face. Taking him back in my mouth I kept my eyes locked with Devin as I gave him a couple of long slow sucks before pushing him further into my mouth and feeling his cock slide into my throat. Keeping him there a moment I backed off and fell into a quick patten, two slow sucks then into my throat. It only took about 20 seconds of this before Devin lost all control. His orgasm almost took me by surprise, the first blasts of his cum shooting directly into my throat. Quickly pulling back I began stroking him as he filled my mouth, his volume quite impressive as I was forced to swallow repeatedly. Devin's whole body seemed to shake as I sucked the last of his cum from his cock. Holding his cum in my mouth I decided for one last heart attack. Getting up out of the pool I walked over to where the other four were still intertwined. The only difference being Mike had finished his tasty treat and was now fucking Michelle for all he was worth. Devin had his eyes locked on me as I knelt down and joined the girls in their lusty kiss, sharing his cum with them. The sight before them became too much for the guys and within moments both Jacob and Mike were cumming loudly with Tiffany and Michelle only moments behind. As we rested in our post coital afterglow a dark cloud of smoke suddenly rose from the grill as the burgers Jacob had been grilling, long forgotten in the sudden cloud of lust, caught fire and quickly became hunks of dark charcoal. Sprinting across the yard we quickly got the burning chunks extinguished and proceeded to give Jacob no end of grief for becoming "distracted" by Tiffany. Diving into the pool to rinse off the smoke smell I was met in the shallow end by Devin. "Thank you Sara," he said the change in his mindset from earlier evident already, "that was absolutely amazing. I really had no idea it could be like that." I decided I needed to get more information on Rachel. I had a sneaking suspicion that the horrible sex was intentional. "You're welcome Devin," I told him, "I'm glad you enjoyed it, I certainly did. You're really quite tasty but don't think I'm done with you quite yet. You still owe me from earlier. On a different note, do you mind if I ask you something about Rachel?" Transformation Ch. 05 Climbing out of the pool together Devin handed me a towel before he spoke. "I'd really rather not talk about her," he said as we sat at the table on the patio, "but I suppose you have something in mind you want to know. Give me just a minute." Getting up from the table he retrieved another pitcher of margaritas from the bar. Sitting back down he poured us both drinks before saying, "Ask away." As we talked and drank everyone else joined us and I began to feel the effects of the alcohol. I used to be able to really able to hold my own but I guess I didn't take into consideration my much smaller body size. By the time we finished off the pitcher I was feeling no pain whatsoever but I had gotten the information I wanted. As I suspected Rachel had broken up with him not very long after their encounter and almost immediately was with someone else. I just couldn't figure out why she would want to do something that cruel. It was Tiffany and Jacob that kicked things off again. As we were talking they both suddenly stood up and for some reason I became very aware of the fact no one had bothered to get dressed again. I was watching Tiffany as she walked over to Devin and asked him to stand up. I wasn't sure what she was doing but the moment he stood she dropped to her knees and started sucking his cock. His loud groan told me he was as shocked as I was. I turned to say something to Michelle but instead I got a mouthful of Jacob's cock. My initial bewilderment quickly vanished as I realized that I had already been anticipating fucking each of the guys so this wasn't anything unexpected. Unlike the other blowjobs I had given Jacob wasn't already hard and I could feel his length growing in my mouth. It was a pleasurable experience for me knowing I was causing this reaction. As I turned my chair so I wasn't twisted an idea popped into my head so I went and knelt down next to Tiffany. She seemed surprised to see me but as Jacob stepped in front of me and I resumed sucking him she didn't seem concerned. "Oh so this is what we missed," Mike said walking back onto the patio. He and Michelle were dressed and carrying bags from In and Out. As none of us had any interest in stopping at the moment we carried on. "Sara likes having her throat fucked," Mike said as they walked back inside, "and Tiffany we are stealing your bed." I'm not sure if Tiffany made a reply as Jacob grabbed my head and began to fuck my mouth, driving his cock deep into my throat. I think he was a bit shocked when instead of gagging I wrapped my lips around him and began sucking hard on him. Still holding my head Jacob lowered himself to his knees and I felt multiple hands running across my back and ass. Jacob was still using my mouth like his personal fuck toy and I found myself strangely enjoying it. I absolutely despise not being in control and yet here I was being absolutely face fucked and loving every second of it. I knew Tiffany was leading the events when I felt oil being spread over my ass and her directing Devin, "Just go slowly and watch how she reacts." Again I felt Devin begin to slide his fingers into my ass but this was the opposite extreme, the oil and his patience were driving me wild as they slowly worked deeper into me. My constant moaning around Jacob's cock and his fucking finally got to him and he drove into my throat one last time dumping his cum directly into my stomach. With Jacob pulling away I dropped down onto my elbows and felt Devin moving up behind me. Groaning as he pushed his cock between my drenched lips I clutched the grass as his hands grabbed my hips and started pumping hard. Tiffany quickly crawled between his legs and started to attack my clit. Something was up I could tell as they were trying to quickly bring me to orgasm. Reaching up Tiffany went for my biggest weakness. Grasping my nipple rings she twisted while sucking hard on my clit. That combined with Devin's cock slamming into me was just too much and I screamed as I started cumming, my pussy grasping at his cock as he continued to fuck me. Slowing his strokes I felt Devin begin to push his fingers into my ass again working them around. It was then that I realized what they were up to. Flipping my head around I looked over my shoulder at Devin and Tiffany. "Devin," I said wiggling my ass back and forth, "if you're going fuck my ass do you think maybe we could do this in my bed." Devin glanced at over Tiffany and when she nodded her head they both stood with Devin holding out his hand. Taking his hand I stood and let Devin lead me into the house. Walking down the hallway we glanced into Tiffany's room and saw Michelle on her knees straddling Jacob with Mike behind her very clearly taking her in the ass. The look of pleasure on her face told me that was something I was going to want to experience and soon. Finally reaching my room I crawled up onto the bed and grabbing a pillow rose up on my knees. Feeling Devin's strong hands begin to massage my ass I was surprised when I felt his tongue beginning to probe. I found myself understanding Michelle's reaction back in her office as I started grinding myself against his tongue. As Devin tongued my ass I felt Tiffany start working my clit with her talented fingers. "Oh fuck that's good," I moaned my juices flowing, "don't stop." Devin finally pulled away and I felt Tiffany slide her oiled up fingers back into my ass for a moment. "She's ready," Tiffany said as I felt them moving around behind me, "but remember let her have control until she tells you." I felt the head of Devin's cock as he pushed against my ass, not entering just letting me know he was there. Taking a deep breath I began to push back against him feeling my sphincter slowly open until it slipped over the head of his cock. I paused for a moment reminding myself to breathe as my ass stretched around him. I really hadn't been sure what to expect but I found myself enjoying this new sensation. A slow grind of my hips and I felt his cock slowly working it's way deeper into me. I knew I would owe Tiffany big for ensuring I was so well lubricated for this. "Christ, her ass is tight," Devin moaned about half way in. His hands were on my hips but he was still letting me be in control and I was determined to get him in all the way. After what seemed like many long minutes but was probably only about 30 seconds I felt Devin's hips pressed firmly against my ass. The feeling was indescribable and I could tell Devin was already having trouble keeping control. "Devin," Tiffany said, her hand moving up and down my back, "you need to relax and breath. Just take a deep breath and enjoy knowing you're the first guy to get her ass." I felt his cock jump and looked over my shoulder and could see the fight for control through the smile on his face, glancing down at me I nodded at him and the smile grew even wider. Guys always love being the first time for something with a woman, it's an ego thing. "I'm ready Devin," I said, "just go slow at first." His initial strokes were tentative, barely an inch or so but my body wanted more. I appreciated his gentle approach but it wasn't long before I found myself pushing back against him. I know he was concerned about hurting me still but I knew what the feeling inside me meant. "Devin," I said looking back at him. He was focusing so hard on being careful it took him a minute before he realized I had said his name. "Yeah," he said. Honestly I'm not surprised that was all he said. I think he was concentrating so hard he was forgetting to enjoy himself. "I want you to do exactly as I say, Ok," I told him waiting for his nod before I continued, "I want you to pull all the the way out and let Tiffany put more lube on before you put the head back in." As I watched I could see Tiffany squirting the lube on his cock and felt the cold liquid as she sprayed it into my slightly gaped asshole before he slid the tip back inside me. "Devin baby," I said before putting my face down into a pillow, "make my scream." It took him a moment to comprehend my meaning but I knew the instant he did as his cock plunged into my ass fucking me hard and as I asked tore a scream from my throat. I could feel him suddenly slow as I screamed until I whipped my head around. "Don't you fucking dare stop," I said before dropping my face back to the pillow. He set a blistering pace and I know if it wasn't for all the lube we would both be hurting. As it was I wasn't sure how sitting down was going to go for me. Grasping my tits he pulled me upright. my back against his chest as he roughly shoved his fingers into my cunt. Taking a second to review the scene in front of me I realized I had missed everyone else joining us on the bed. Mike had Michelle pinned to the bed while Tiffany was slowly sucking Jacob's cock seemingly taking her time. "Sara," Devin said his fingers still jammed into my pussy, "roll over so I can see your face as I fuck you." Releasing my I dropped to my knees as he pulled out of my ass and I quickly rolled over onto my back. Placing my legs up on his shoulders Devin drove in me and quickly resumed his fast pace. I came to realize that enjoying anal sex was as much a mindset asas anything else. The few girls I had fucked in the ass before never seemed to enjoy it as much as I was right now. I felt Devin begin to flick his thumb over my clit and my orgasm suddenly washed over me. His grunt as my ass clenched around his cock told me just how much tighter I had gotten as my muscles spammed andand released. "Oh fuck," Devin cried out as he pulled his cock from my ass. Reaching down he began to quickly stroke his cock and within seconds I felt his cum shooting all over my stomach and reaching my tits. There was a sudden flurry of movement on the bed as if Devin's orgasm was a signal that I had not been made aware of. As I looked around I felt my legs being grabbed and a hard cock suddenly driving into my pussy. Whipping around to look I found Jacob over me, his cock pounding into me. "If her pussy is this tight I can't wait to try her ass," Jacob groaned, "but fuck this pussy is sweet." His strokes were firm, his hands controlling on my hips as he pulled me hard against him. I had the feeling that as soon as Jacob was finished Mike would be taking his turn as well, not that I was complaining. Leaning down Jacob began sucking on my nipples as he fucked me, his teeth pulling on the rings one at a time the sensations shooting straight into my pussy. My hands wrapped in his hair holding him hard against me, reveling in the feelings. "Tiffany," Michelle cried out, "oh my god." Craning my neck around I could see that Tiffany had crawled under Michelle and was sucking her cum filled pussy. Meanwhile Mike had his hands wrapped into Michelle's hair as she worked his cock and Devin seemed content to feast on Tiffany's pussy. A sharp tugging on my rings quickly brought my attention back to Jacob as he continued to pound my pussy. Jacob shifted and I felt my pussy empty only to feel him push deep into my ass moments later. "Jesus Devin, how did you not blow instantly," Jacob said, "I can't believe how tight she is." Jacob wasn't as big as Devin but his cock felt fantastic in my ass. When Jacob began to work his cock in and out of my ass from the look on his face he was having as many control issues as Devin did. Oh I was going to be sore tomorrow but it was going to be fun getting there. Hooking my legs with his arms Jacob moved forward all but folding me in half until his hands were on my side pinning me to the bed. Finally gaining some control I felt Jacob begin to move faster and faster until he was pounding into me, driving me into the bed. Reaching up I wrapped my arms around his neck, his cock felt so good inside me I was spurring him on, "That's it Jacob, fuck my ass." His constant pounding quickly brought me to orgasm again and I was soon writhing around underneath him. I find it funny that in my old life I was fairly quiet during sex but now I'm absolutely a screamer. Without warning Jacob suddenly pulled out of my ass and slammed into my pussy. My arms were still around his neck but I was still surprised when he grabbed my ass and picked me up. Holding me up like that I moaned into his shoulder for how deep he was going. The change in angle felt amazing and after bouncing me up and down on his cock for a minute Jacob laid down on his back. I already knew where this was leading and I found myself all but drooling in anticipation. When Mike moved behind me I lowered myself against Jacob to give him better access. "Let me," Tiffany said as she began squirting more lube into my ass. "Are you ready Sara," Tiffany asked, "are you ready to be a fuck toy?" I couldn't bring myself to speak so I just nodded. Moving close Tiffany got right into my ear, "Is the big bad marine ready to show just how much of a whore she really is?" I found my answer cut off by the moan as Mike pushed his cock into my ass. The feeling was absolutely indescribable and they had not even started moving yet. According to Michelle it was Mike who did the countdown. All I know is one moment I was reveling in the full feeling from these two cocks and the next they were both hammering into me. They moved simultaneously and it was all I could do to hang on as they pistoned in and out. I was moaning, I was screaming, the outside world ceased to exist as my whole world became those two cocks. I couldn't tell you how many orgasms I had as they just seemed to roll one into another never stopping. I did try moving, wanting to push back against them but that stopped when Devin slid his cock into my open mouth. I was on autopilot, my brain already mush from the orgasms and the pleasure they were bringing me. So when his cock touched my tongue my lips closed around him and I began to suck hard tasting the precum already oozing out. It was then that they changed their rhythm and shattered my world. I'm not sure who said it and truthfully it doesn't matter. I heard someone say, "All three," and suddenly I'm being fucked in every hole simultaneously. Mike and Jacob began to alternate their strokes and Devin drove his cock in, fucking my throat. I'm sure I looked like a complete whore but I didn't care for the constant pleasure was worth it. Now personally I think they were trying to kill me but when Michelle and Tiffany began to suck on my nipples I launched into one last massive orgasm. I found myself screaming around Devin's cock as it seemed every erogenous zone I had was being stimulated and that wasn't far from the truth and I blacked out for a moment. I found myself on my back, Mike and Jacob to either side and Devin straddling my hips. Tiffany was stroking their cocks with Michelle taking care of Devin. Mike was first, likely in no small part to Tiffany's assistance, quickly followed by Jacob and Devin. Their cum quickly covered my tits, my neck, and thanks to an adjustment by Tiffany my face. I attempted to catch as much as I could in my mouth, revealing in the salty sweet flavor. Jacob and Mike both brought their cocks to my mouth and Tiffany squeezed the last few drops out. I was impressed with the volume considered all three of them had already cum at least twice already. Laying there everything felt hypersensitive. I was shaking as little micro orgasms shot through me, my pussy and ass still pulsating, the hot cum scalding my skin. "Thank you," I said when I was finally able to find my voice, "that was the most incredible thing I've ever felt." It might seem strange to be thanking them but they just fucked the hell out of me and gave me more orgasms than is possible to count. Besides as complete mush my brain and body were they were lucky to get that out of me. They did however find a way to drive me crazy one last time. Tiffany and Michelle ever so slowly licked my body clean of every drop of cum. Their tongues dragging across my sensitive skin with the gentle sucking wasn't enough to make me cum but it still felt mind blowingly amazing. When I finally recovered enough to move we made our way out to the hot tub. This proved to be a mistake for me. As we chatted I could feel the hot water sucking the last of my energy and started to nod off. It was Devin who noticed my dilemma and carried me to bed. My last memory of that night was curling up to his warm body before exhaustion finally took me. The fact that my bed was empty when I awoke didn't surprise me. The fact that it was two o'clock in the afternoon did. My body was incredibly sore but it was like the soreness after a good workout and I was enjoying the feeling. Grabbing a quick shower I headed out to the kitchen to find Tiffany and get some food. I opened the fridge with the intention of making a sandwich only to find one already made with a note from Tiffany attached. It seems there was an issue with one of her patients and she had been called in. I guess since she was on an independent assignment and not vacation they could get away with it. Plopping down on the couch I scarfed down the sandwich and proceeded to get engrossed in her Braveheart dvd. It was only after the movie ended and Tiffany still wasn't home that I remembered I had a damn cell phone. Grabbing the phone I was surprised to see multiple text messages and one voicemail. Someone, Tiffany most likely, had updated my contacts so the only unknown number was the voicemail with all the texts being everyone from last night. It was nice of everyone to check in on me so I immediately started answering all my texts. Devin wanted to know if I was doing anything later but was able to convince him I wanted a quiet night at home. When I finally got around to checking the voicemail it was getting late. I had to listen to the voicemail twice as I dropped the phone the first time. "Sara, if you want to know what happened to you meet us at the Chuckbox at eight p.m. We just wish to talk to you," a female voice said. It seemed to me that she had been trying very hard to sound friendly and their choice of meeting spots was a good one. The Chuckbox is a burger joint on the ASU campus; good food, cheap beer, and out in the open. Good a spot to meet as any. Dressing as quickly as I could I sent Tiffany a text letting her know where I was going and that I wasn't sure when I would be home. The drive to the Chuckbox was interesting as it was the first time since I awoke that I was really alone. I've pretty much always had someone with me so it was a nice change of pace. I had to thrown the top onto the jeep as the promised monsoon had finally rolled into town but I kept the windows cracked as I love the smell of rain. Finally reaching the campus I was forced to park a ways away as some event was going on. I'd been lucky so far with the rain but as I approached the restaurant the sky finally let go. Sprinting the last little bit I stepped up onto the outside patio and was brought to a dead stop. Fuck me. "Hello, Sara," said the woman whose voice I recognized from the phone. I was staring at a couple who could easily be thought of as brother and sister, my brother and sister. The hair, the eyes, even the general shape of the face was the same. I didn't know if I should have a seat or get the hell out of there. Apparently my indecision was obvious on my face for the woman started again, "Sara, like I said on the phone we just want to talk. I'm Elisa and this is my brother Victor although he prefers Vic as he was born Victoria and I was Edwin. Like you Sara, we are not what we once were" she said. Without thinking I grabbed a chair and had a seat. "Sara what I am about to tell you is going to be very difficult to understand," Elisa said, "not because it's complex or challenging but the reasoning behind it. You were chosen to be changed by a malevolent being that goes by the name Gandalf, at least at the moment he does." I had been trying to listen very seriously but could not help laughing at the name. "Don't laugh, for several decades he went by Lord Vader even though no one else could possibly get the reference. He likes to change his name from time to time just to mess with people. Basically everything people think they know about this planet is wrong, this planet was created specifically to be a prison. We don't know who created it or what crime he possibly could have committed but what we do know is that human beings were put here for his entertainment Transformation Ch. 05 Saturday morning rolled around and after licking Chris to several orgasm (I really was enjoying licking her by then) she asked if I was ready for my extra orgasm which of course I was. She said "Then get dressed and go over to Nancy's house. If you ask nicely I'm sure she let you masturbate for her entertainment." I said that I'd rather go without and Chris responded that I had made my choice already but it was still her choice as to where and how I would have my orgasm. I knew that arguing would be a mistake so off to Nancy's I went. When I arrived I had to go through the embarrassment of having to ask her if I could masturbate for her entertainment. She questioned me as to whether or not Chris knew I was here and if I had her permission to cum. She then made me explain in detail how I had come to the point where I would be here begging her to let me masturbate in front of her. Finally she directed me into her bedroom, put on some music and said that I should do a striptease for her; if she found that amusing she would let me continue. After commenting on my frilly pink panties Nancy told me to kneel and masturbate. I came very quickly before Nancy could change her mind and was told that I had indeed been very entertaining and that I should tell Chris that she might send Bill over to return the favor sometime. When I got home Chris was sitting at her computer laughing, "That was quite a dance you did for Nancy". I didn't know it but Nancy had a camera running the whole time. Nancy finished watching the video and then sternly told me to come watch it with her and tell her what I had done wrong. I wasn't sure what was wrong as I had done everything that Nancy told me to. "You didn't ask Nancy's permission before you came and then you failed to eat it afterwards. Call Nancy and ask her when she will be available to come over and punish you." That night I received my second paddling and gave my proper apologies to both Chris and Miss Nancy. The month trial period ended and I had many new experiences to show for it; some good, some not so good. I also had a very content wife and a sense of pride I hadn't had before. While licking Chris to the last orgasm of the month trial I kept bringing her to the edge and backing off just as she had done to me a month before. When she couldn't take it anymore and ordered me to make her cum I stopped and said that I had to ask her something first. She gave me a sarcastic "What?" "Will you continue to be my Mistress?" "Yes" "It may take a lot of work..." "Yes, now make me cum!" "It's a big responsibility..." "Yes damn it, make me cum now" "It's a lifetime commitment..." "Yes, yes, yes! If you don't make cum now I will call Nancy to paddle you damn it" But she was laughing and the only other thing I said before I finished her was "Thank you Mistress. I love you." Chris's notes: I saw the transformation in Nancy and Bill's life together and knew that I had to have the same life they did. Nancy was the happiest she'd ever been and Bill was as happy as I'd seen him in the 20+ years I'd known him. Bob was going to be a tough case though. He was brought up to believe that sex was for making babies and even the woman on top position was a perversion. He even averted his eyes when I was naked for the early part of our marriage. Nancy confided everything to me the day she asked me to paddle Bill and then kept pushing me to try when I said Bob would never go for it. Putting panties on Bob was a major turning point for us. I knew that it would excite him even though he would hate the idea. I also knew that it would be the first thing that he would do at my bidding with no choice in the matter. Because of both these reasons and also because it's a constant reminder that he will always do what I want him do I keep him in panties to this day. Bob's biggest fear was that he would be exposed as a pervert which he still believes he might be deep in the recesses of his mind. Because of this I choose to expose him often. I was sure that the more often I did this the more comfortable he would get. Nowadays I won't go as far as to say he likes this but he has reached the point where he will laugh at some of the reactions we get. For those who might want to try this out on their slaves I will relate our first time: One warm Saturday I told him that his ass needed some color. I gave him the easy choice of the paddle or some sun in our private back yard. He of course chose the tanning. I told him it wouldn't do at all to sunburn my cock and balls and made him wear a thong. The next day I told him we were going to the beach and gave him a very skimpy swim suit. He protested that it was too immodest so I said that he wore it or we would go to the nude beach on the other side of the lake. He put on the suit and off we went. At the beach we saw many people we knew and spent most of the day wading in the shallows talking. When we got home he said that he kept feeling like people were staring at his ass and that he knew the suit was too small. I laughed and led to a mirror where he saw the tan lines from the thong sticking up about four inches from the suit. I have since had friends over for drinks which he has had to play waiter for. At some point one of them will usually comment on how polite he is at which point I will say that their husbands will act that way too if they just put them in panties. Then I make Bob finish the party stripped to his panties. He has even had to host these ladies wearing only a chastity device. The fact that so many of these ladies now rule their husbands has helped Bob to feel more normal. By the way; Bob has learned to control his orgasms and I have now ridden him for fifteen minutes before allowing him to cum. The last thing I will say is that this has proven to be a wonderful lifestyle for us and would urge anyone to at least give it a month long trial. Transformation Ch. 06 This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission I would like to thank my new editor ArilynWriter for her awesome assistance in helping to clean up the mess that my writing can sometimes be. I closed my eyes in anticipation of the blow. My short new life was going to come to a sudden end at the hands of my ex fiancé here in this alleyway in Tempe. I couldn't help but see the irony of the situation. After being bitten by a blue space gecko, I wind up in the hospital for 10 years canceling the wedding, only to end up having amazing sex with her boyfriend who, by the way, looks just like I did. I knew she was a little crazy, but what hot chick isn't. The thought of her being insane enough to commit murder however never even crossed my mind. Even now staring up into her hazel eyes and seeing them so wild with rage and insanity it was difficult to accept. I didn't want my last moments alive to be in this little wet alleyway, my last memories of this life to be about blood; the stinging of it in your eyes and the flavor in your mouth. Closing my eyes I let my mind wander and found myself thinking of Tiffany and how this would hurt her. Time seemed to drag as I waited for the blow, the final traumatic damage that even my accelerated healing couldn't handle, the blow that never fell. The gunshot echoed painfully loud in the small alleyway. It's funny how selective our hearing can be at times. I heard the gunshot, the thud of the bullet impacting, and I even heard Heather's grunt from the bullet, sending the bat flying. It was most everything afterwards that I missed; the cops yelling at them, the other bat hitting the ground, and the sirens. I was fading in and out, the loss of blood taking its toll, as the cop started first aid. Despite my stinging eyes I could tell she was extremely attractive; Officer Jones was a beautiful, young, blue eyed, blonde whose lips looked like they were made for kissing or sucking cock while her partner- fuck where did he go? I was sure there were two of them. Fuck, even in my current condition I found myself getting wet looking at her. I don't know, maybe there is something to the whole sexy uniform thing. Thankfully I passed out again before I could say or try something stupid. I awoke a couple more times in the ambulance and in the ER. When I reached the ER I was actually happy to see it was the same hospital I just left a few days ago. During a lucid moment before they rolled me into surgery I was able to ask the nurse to find Tiffany. When I awoke hours later I was in surgical recovery, the sun just starting to break over the horizon as the red morning sky was visible through the window shades. I was sore, tender, and unfortunately, it was not from an outstanding fuck as it was the morning prior. I could see Tiffany slumped down in a chair fast asleep, her face covered in the streaks from her tears. It broke my heart to see her like this. I wanted to get up and go to her, but I discovered most of my upper body, with my right arm and shoulder as well as my left leg, was in a cast. Fuck, that bitch broke me. Glancing down I could see I had tubes in my unbroken arm and someone had taken my nipple piercings, and after drawing pink dots first, stapled them to my cast. Somebody has a fucking sense of humor. Looking over at Tiffany I found myself growing angry, not at her, but at Heather and her accomplice. I found I wasn't even angry about my injuries, but the fact that by attacking me they hurt Tiffany. Fuck me, was I falling for her, or was it my old personality asserting itself, angry over not being able to stop Tiffany from being hurt? I was going to have to do something. I couldn't tolerate the thought of her being hurt. Reaching for the cup of ice on my little bed table I somehow misjudged and sent the cup crashing to the floor. Tiffany leapt out of the chair and was at my side in an instant. "Sara thank god you're awake," she said the tears starting to stream fresh down her face, "I was so scared when Kim came and told me." Reaching up with my free hand I pulled her into a hug, tears starting to run down my own face. "I'm alive," I said softly, "and I'm going to be ok. They didn't kill me so I will heal. Tiffany I'm so sorry. I never expected anything like this to happen and it kills me that you are hurting. Please forgive me for letting you get hurt." It was definitely my old personality coming through. Tiffany was my friend and my guide in this new life and I was supposed to protect her and I failed. It wasn't going to happen again. "Forgive you for what Sara," she asked, a puzzled look on her face, "you're not the one who went psycho. You're not the one who waited in the rain to murder someone. Did you fuck Aaron? Yes. Did you know it was him? No. Did he know she wasn't in that bed? No. You didn't do a single thing that needs to be forgiven, so stop thinking you did." "Thank you Tiffany," I said laying my head back on the pillow, "Did they say how long I would be here? I think I've had enough of hospitals for this lifetime." "They were initially saying five or six weeks, but I wouldn't expect it to be that long," she said a sly smile on her face, "for some reason the damage to your internal organs was not as severe as they first thought when they took you into surgery. They also suspected your back might be broken, but it was just severely bruised. The arm and leg however are broken from being kicked and stomped. When you are feeling up to it the police would like to talk to you." It was then that I remembered the gunshot. "Tiffany, what happened to Heather," I asked, "I heard the gunshot." It was her silence that gave me my answer, she was dead. The look on my face must have changed for suddenly Tiffany jumped in. "They got away," Tiffany said rubbing her temples in obvious frustration, "They took off running when the shot managed to hit the bat instead of Heather. The cops told me that Officer Rodgers was giving chase when he fell on the wet concrete. Twisted his ankle so bad he's going to spend the next couple of weeks in a walking boot. The other cop was busy making sure you stayed alive." "Tiffany its ok," I said pulling her to me, "they will catch them." Reaching out to grab her by the front of her scrubs I pulled her lips to mine. The kiss was tender, gentle, and long. It was exactly what I needed and hoped for. It wasn't until a quiet cough from the doorway that we separated. Releasing Tiffany we both looked over at the door and saw two plain clothes detectives. When Tiffany glanced at me I had to laugh as not only did I feel nothing towards them, I was in a fucking torso cast. I wasn't happy about them getting away, but the kiss had done wonders to improve my mood. "Come on in officers," I said waving my free arm, "let's get this done." The interview took about an hour and the officers were extremely professional. I was impressed at how relatively painless they made the process and at the end asked if I had any questions. "Actually just one," I said, "I would like to get into the contact with the officers who saved me. Is there any way you could help me with that?" Tiffany was sitting in the corner just shaking her head as she chuckled to herself which was an improvement from the rage as I described the attack. Once the officers departed I was moved to a private room which gave me the chance to talk with Tiffany and explain everything Vic and Elaina had said. I was concerned bringing up the control issue, but wanted to get it out there. She was wearing the same look of disbelief I had, but managed to wait until I was done before saying anything. "Well that makes about as much fucking sense as anything else," she said, "Do you believe them?" "Tiffany if you could have seen them you wouldn't be asking that," I said, "the three of us could stand side by side and you wouldn't think twice about us being brother and sister. Honestly it was kind of creepy." As the doctors started coming in for my battery of tests I managed to convince Tiffany to go home and get some sleep. Three weeks passed before I managed to convince them to send me home. Since I was in the hospital anyways Tiffany had decided to go back to work so she could see me every day. She would visit before and after work and come down on her lunch. The day after my arrival she gave me an ankle bracelet which I wore on my unbroken leg. It was something beautiful and it reminded me of her. From the doctor's reactions I could tell I was healing quickly, but it wasn't fast enough to set off any warning bells. What I didn't tell them was, not only did I not feel any pain; I could almost feel my bones knitting themselves back together. I was pretty sure I would be on my feet within the week. I can honestly say I wasn't bored during my stay. A constant flow of visitors managed to keep me entertained with Michelle and Jacob visiting twice a week and Devin and Tiffany coming every day. Mike was out of town for work so I didn't get to see him, but I did get a surprise when Aaron came by. We talked for hours and managed to come to some sort of grip with what happened. I made sure he understood I didn't hold him to blame for the attack and that I didn't regret his nocturnal visit. We agreed to talk more later on once I was out of the hospital and we had time to digest everything that had happened. The day of my release came and just getting home turned out to be an adventure. Due to my casts I wouldn't fit in Tiffany's car and since she can't drive a manual transmission she couldn't drive my jeep. Finally, we managed to get a hold of Devin and he showed up with his truck. As the casts made getting dressed a challenge I had opted for loose shorts and a tank top. Lifting me into his truck Devin managed to get a handful of my ass. Even buckling me in he made sure he was keeping in contact with my upper thigh. I was half surprised he didn't try to finger me during the drive home, not that I would have stopped him. As soon as we got home Tiffany had him set me on my bed before shooing him out of the room. "Here I bought you this," Tiffany said handing me a small bag from a store I'd never heard of, "thought you might want to wear this once you are out of the casts." Dumping the contents into my lap I saw what had to be the smallest bikini I had ever seen. The top looked as if it would barely cover my nipples and the bottoms were nothing more than string and a triangle of cloth I was pretty sure I have had nachos bigger than. "Jesus, Tiffany, this is barely going to cover anything," I said already knowing I was going to agree to wear it, "where exactly were you thinking of me wearing this and why?" I know Tiffany likes to lay out naked so there must be a special reason for the tiny ass bikini. "Some friends of mine throw a massive party at their house every year in August," she said scooting closer to me, "and I was thinking this particular party would be something you would enjoy." Resting her hand on my good leg she began to draw little circles with her fingers. "Two years ago I spent an hour working the glory hole they have set up," she said as her fingers worked higher slipping under my shorts, "sucking cock after cock, swallowing load after load of cum." Her fingers pushed into me, my pussy drenched at the idea. "A couple of those cocks were so nice and so big I had to pull my bikini off and back myself up onto them, letting them fuck me until they filled me with cum." I could barely move because of the casts and it only added to my excitement level. Tiffany was fucking me, three fingers driving hard into my pussy. I really couldn't do anything but lay there so I shifted my good leg giving her better access and used my hand to pull my shorts over. I knew how loosely these shorts fit seeing as Mike had once fucked me while wearing them. I knew completely exposing myself would be too much for her and I wasn't disappointed when her fingers were quickly replaced by her tongue. "Oh fuck Tiffany," I cried out as her tongue plunged into me. Looking down I could see Tiffany had unzipped her shorts and was violently fingering her pussy. My door opened silently and Devin stepped back into the room, my crying out drawing him in. I knew I wasn't going to be getting much, but I wasn't above making sure Tiffany had a good time. As she had pulled my shorts to the side freeing up my hand I wrapped it in her hair pulling her hard against my pussy. "Oh fuck yes Tiffany," I cried moaning as I felt her tongue push between my lips and start flicking in and out, "lick my pussy, make me cum all over your tongue." I was grinding my pussy against her as best I could as Devin dropped his shorts, his hard cock standing straight out. Seeing him move behind Tiffany I tightened my grip her hair and I watched as he yanked her shorts down and plunged his cock into her pussy. I'm not sure if something else had happened while I was in the hospital, but Devin was absolutely savage as he pounded into Tiffany. Her moaning and the slap of their skin were soon the only sounds in the room and the look on her face drifted between pleasure and pain. Shifting on the bed as best I could I watched as Devin dug his hands into her hips pulling her back, fucking her as hard as possible. I had no doubt however that Tiffany was turned on as I could hear the squelch of her juices on every stroke. For long minutes I watched this savage fucking, my free hand between my legs with two fingers buried in my pussy. There was something very primal about this that brought me to orgasm quickly. As my pussy clutched at my fingers I heard Devin utter the first words since he entered the room. "Tiffany turn the fuck around," Devin said stroking his hard cock as he smacked her ass. Whipping around Devin grabbed her head and began jerking off in her face. The first blast struck her cheek and opening her mouth Tiffany tried catching his cum, but Devin still held her and soon her face was covered. "Sara, I'm sorry. I will talk to you later," Devin said as he stuffed his cock into his shorts and walked out. The sound of the front door slamming seemed to break the spell over the room. Lifting herself up off the floor Tiffany walked to the bathroom and I soon heard the sound of water running in my sink. "Tiffany what the fuck was that," I asked as soon as she walked back into the room. From the way she was walking I could tell she was tender, but she was still sexy with her freshly fucked look. Sitting down on the bed Tiffany ran a wet washcloth over her naked body. "Devin really likes you and is upset about you getting hurt," she said after several long moments of silence, "and he blames himself for not coming over even though you said not to. Dragging his issues into the light and being willing to work through them has really made him feel a lot better about himself. He really thought he was all fucked up, and that Rachel was right. You proved him wrong. I told him if he started getting upset once we got you home he could take his aggression out on me. I just didn't realize how much aggression he would have. Damn it's been a long time since I was so thoroughly fucked." "Well you certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself," I chuckled, "looked like you couldn't decide if it was pleasure or pain." "Oh it was definitely some of both," she said slipping back into her clothes, "I'm just glad he didn't try to take it out on my ass. I don't think I could have handled him like that. So did you get a late night visit from Ray the hospital pervert?" I couldn't help but start laughing. The thought of a visit from Ray was so funny I almost toppled out of the bed. "No. No late night visits from Ray," I said trying to get my laughing under control. Finally, getting control I grew serious for a minute. "Tiffany I'm not feeling any pain whatsoever from anywhere," I said, "I can feel the irritation from the casts just fine but nothing hurts. Can I take these damn things off?" "I've been thinking about this and with the x-rays I think you need at least a couple of more days," she said, "I'm pretty sure your healing process has kicked into high gear." Moving closer she got right up in my face. "Sara you will not try and take those casts off until I say so," her voice telling me she would brook no argument. It didn't matter, I wasn't going to argue. As soon as the words crossed her lips I felt all of my fight leave me. Apparently frick and frack were wrong, Tiffany's control wasn't just sex related. I needed to call Elisa and soon. "Ok Tiffany," I said a smile plastered to my face trying to hide my panic, "just promise not to make me stay in these too much longer. So tell me more about this party?" Seeing her face light up at the mention of the party I felt the weight on my chest vanish. Was I really tied to Tiffany so closely her own emotions could affect mine? "Sara the party is an absolute riot," she said the excitement on her face obvious, "it started a few years ago and has just grown since then. Basically it's two days of debauchery. Clothing is completely optional, but if you're going to wear something women can't be in more than a bikini when you are on the property. Guys cost $150 to get in. Girls are free, but there are conditions." I wasn't sure I liked the sound of that. "Conditions," I asked, "exactly what kind of conditions?" I was starting to get an idea, but I wanted confirmation. "From noon to midnight the glory holes they have set up have to be open," she said, "There are usually two or three hundred people at the party so sometimes there is a line just to work the booth. They have drinks and a chair in the room so you can either sit down or like I did a couple times kneel in the chair to get fucked. Last year they added a table to each room so you can lie down if you want. There was one girl who lost a bet and was in there for two hours getting fucked the entire time. She had about 20 guys worth of cum dripping from her when she stopped. It was literally running down her legs." "Tiffany," I said my tone inquisitive. I could already tell I was going to be in trouble. She was going to want us both in that booth and I wouldn't be able to say no. Not that I really wanted to. I found I was so wet at the prospect I'm surprised I didn't slide off the bed leaving a snail trail. "What," she said before catching my unspoken question, "Oh no it wasn't me. I helped to clean her up, but I didn't go into the booth last year. I was too busy fucking my ex-boyfriend on the lawn. Yeah it's pretty much a giant fuck fest, but the holes are there anyways. Please tell me you'll go with me, it'll be a riot." Yep, she asked and I was fucked. "Of course we'll go," I said hoping to sneak one by her, "let's get me out of these casts and I can start working on my tan." At this point I wanted out of them so I could attack Tiffany and plant my pussy directly on her face. "Good idea," she said getting my hopes up for a brief second, "and in three days we will do just that. Nice try though." Well fuck. I suppose one of these days I will remember that Tiffany is a fucking nurse who I met in a fucking hospital. For the next three days I was as pain in the ass of a patient as I could possibly be, pushing every button I could think of. I really should have known better. Today was the day my casts come off and this morning she decided to make me pay. I woke up from an amazing dream involving my beautiful rescuers, my pussy drenched from the fantasy and as I moved to get up I realized I couldn't. The covers were stripped off the bed, my arms and legs were firmly secured to the frame with red rope and a vibrator was happily buzzing away as it leaned against my pussy. I couldn't help but moan as the toy was sitting directly on my clit and every time I moved, which was constantly, it added just a little more stimulation. Transformation Ch. 06 I didn't realize it at the time, but Tiffany had loosely fastened the toy to me with tape. So the more I moved trying to get it off my clit the more and more stimulated I became. "Oh holy fuck," I cried as my orgasm washed over me, my hips bouncing up and down. As I started to relax I suddenly realized the vibrator wasn't stopping, the sensations were not stopping. My world shrank and soon it was nothing more than the vibrations of that toy and my clit, my ultra sensitive clit. Orgasm after orgasm washed over me, draining me of energy. When the stimulation suddenly stopped and I felt something being ripped from my skin it triggered another massive release and a scream tore from my throat or it would have had something not been suddenly pushed into my mouth. My eyes flying open I saw Tiffany standing over me smiling, her hands around my head securing a gag. "You've been a real pain in the ass the last three days," she said standing over me in her panties and a thin tank top, her nipples hard through the cloth, "but unlike my patients at work you're going to pay for it." Showing me the vibrator I saw the medical tape and knew just how much trouble I was really in. Slowing the vibrator to its lowest setting I felt her push it inside me and secure the tape. As I was moaning around the gag Tiffany came back into view, "I forgot something," she said as she secured a blindfold over my eyes. Suddenly plunged into darkness I felt my panic begin to raise, the loss of my sight just too much. All my life I had maintained control in every situation and now at this moment it was all stripped away from me; no power, no control, no say in anything and I was being held at Tiffany's whim. I felt my heart begin to pound and my breath was coming in gasps as my first real panic attack set in. I began to fight against the ropes, desperate to get away. Tiffany's scent suddenly filled my nose, her warmth next to me and her breath in my ear. "If it gets to be too much just snap your fingers," she whispered in my ear. My panic began to vanish as I felt her pull away from me. I should have known that she would never truly hurt me, but the situation was so new and out of my comfort zone I wasn't equipped to handle it. Restoring that small resemblance of control was what I needed to calm me down and let me relax. I could hear Tiffany moving around the room, the sounds of different vibrating items being turned on and off. Feeling movement on the bed I realized she was walking on the bed. Standing over me I felt her fingers slip under my torso cast and suddenly lift up before shoving a pillow under me, raising my hips off the bed. My pussy was already on burning from the slow vibrations of the toy and this change of angle just stoked the fire. Resting between my legs I couldn't tell what she was up to until I felt her smear a cold cream on my asshole. She spent minutes smearing the cream around; pushing one then two fingers into me over and over making sure I was well lubed. Finally withdrawing her fingers I felt something hard and plastic pressing against my ass and begin to slide inside. It seemed fairly narrow at first but widened quickly stretching me further and further. I began to think about snapping my fingers when I involuntarily grunted as it suddenly narrowed, my sphincter shrinking around it to hold it in place, and I realized what it was. She had impaled me with a butt plug and it was a different feeling from when the guys had been fucking me. That was a pleasant burn as I temporarily stretched around them their cocks slipping in and out, this was different, this was a constant sensation of full and a slow stretch. I couldn't tell how big it really was and I'm not sure I wanted to. I learned something at that moment. I had not known, prior to Tiffany activating it, that such a thing as a vibrating butt plug existed. The sudden rush of sensations from my ass flooded my brain causing my moans to grow louder even around the gag. Feeling her move off the bed the room grew silent. For long minutes I lay there, the room quiet except for the soft buzz of the toys and my ragged breathing, my body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Was she even still in the room? I tried to listen for her breathing or any noise from her at all, but there was nothing. I continued to writhe and moan from the onslaught of the vibrating toys, even with them not moving the sensations were overwhelming. "Sara, do you trust me?" Tiffany said breaking the silence her voice seeming to come from everywhere. I couldn't help laughing. Tied to the bed, blindfolded, and gagged, with vibrating toys stuffed in my pussy and my ass and now she asks if I trust her. The funny thing was I did. I trusted her more than any person I'd ever trusted. I knew deep down that part of that was just Gandalf fucking with me, but since I awoke Tiffany has been my world. How could I not trust her. I nodded my head vigorously making sure she could see. As the bed began to move again I felt Tiffany kneel down on the bed next to me. "I need for you to be very still," she said. How exactly I was going to do that was beyond me. It sounded like she was dragging some sort of large device which she set on my cast. The room was filled unmistakable sound of a vacuum cleaner. What the fuck? I wasn't sure I wanted to know what she was going to be doing with that when a second noise filled my ears. It was a whine, high pitched and screaming. I knew the sound; it was the sound of a dremel tool. It was then I realized what she was doing, she was cutting off my casts. She told me later it took her almost an hour to remove the three casts encasing my body. It was the longest hour of my life, holding still as she cut away at the casts all the while her toys continued to stimulate me. Occasionally she would stop and twirl my clit around with her tongue until I screamed. Orgasm after orgasm screamed through my body while she cut through the plaster but I never grew desensitized or over stimulated to the point of pain. After cutting off the leg cast she removed the portion on my arm and shoulder next, adjusting the rope to keep me in place. I was in tears and at the point of physical exhaustion as she made the final cut, the effort needed for me to remain still far exceeding what I was used to. Helping me lift up she removed the final piece from under me and I let myself collapse onto the bed. I was spent; I never realized how much effort would have to go into doing nothing. After spending a couple of minutes cleaning up the bed Tiffany pulled off the tape holding the vibrator in my pussy. "You were very good Sara," Tiffany said lowering herself between my legs, "so now you get a reward." Pulling the vibrator out she started with the lightest touch I could possibly imagine. I could barely feel it as she dragged her tongue across my outer lips. Fuck this was almost worse than the toy. It was a relief when she eventually pushed her tongue into me. "You have the sweetest pussy I have ever tasted," Tiffany said before she drove me right over the edge. Using both of her hands she started by rubbing my clit as her tongue fucked my hole. This in itself would have been enough but she grabbed the base of the plug in my ass and began to rapidly push and pull on it. Had I not been restrained I doubt she would have been able to hang on as the orgasm ripped through my body. Pulling away she moved so she was kneeling next to me and began to caress my skin while she waited for me to come off my orgasmic high. Breathing through my nose I was finally calm when she slipped the toy back into me, slowly fucking me with it. "Baby," Tiffany asked as she continued to fuck me with the dildo, "would you like me to remove the gag?" I immediately began to nod my head and I felt her begin to undo the buckles with her free hand. I was really looking forward to the gag being gone as my jaw was beginning to get sore. Tiffany is very slick I will give her that. In the same moment I felt the gag being removed she pulled the dildo from my pussy and as I flexed my jaw she pushed it into my mouth. The taste of my own pussy exploded on my tongue and my lips instinctively wrapped around the toy and began to suck. This was the first time truly tasting myself and it was addicting, but Tiffany wasn't quite done. As I sucked the toy I felt her mouth close over my nipple and she began to suck and bite hard. Having been hidden under the plaster for three weeks I had almost forgotten how sensitive my nipples were, but her sucking was enough to set me off. I was screaming around the toy as she moved back and forth teasing them both when she suddenly removed it. I was so lost in what she was doing to me I never realized that someone else was in the room until I felt his cock push into my mouth, my lips instantly closing around it. His cock tasted so good as he began to fuck my mouth. It was challenging to suck on him as I couldn't raise my head very far so I just swirled my tongue around the head and shaft. I wasn't sure who it was and really didn't care; just having his cock in my mouth was amazing. Swinging his leg over my head he straddled my face and as he laid down on me his cock slid deep into my throat. His hips began moving, fucking my mouth like it was a pussy. I was able to tilt my head back just a bit changing the angle and allowing him to go deeper. Happily he wasn't being greedy, for as he fucked my mouth his tongue was working magic on my pussy. I felt it when Tiffany loosened the ropes on my legs a bit letting me open my legs a bit further. It was during this 69 that I discovered another of Gandalf's subtle changes. As he continued to fuck my mouth from time to time he would leave his cock buried in my throat from time to time as he discovered some tasty spot he wanted to nibble. I never once had issue breathing. This realization turned me on incredibly and it wasn't long before I came all over his tongue. Pulling his cock from my mouth I felt him turn and straddle me, his cock resting between my tits. Well this was new. Laying there with his cock between my tits I felt cold oil being poured on them. Had he not been sitting on me I would have been going crazy when the oil hit my nipples, making them even harder than they already were. "Fuck Tiffany that shit is cold," I said my first coherent words of the day, instead of responding she moved and was now sitting on my face. I reached out with my tongue desperate for a taste of her as she worked the oil into my breasts, but instead she lifted up keeping just out of reach. Finally satisfied she pushed my tits together and I felt the mystery cock slide between them. It was definitely a different sensation and in truth it really wasn't doing much for me until I felt him begin to pinch and roll my nipples. Fuck I miss my piercings. Once he began to fuck my tits Tiffany finally settled on my face and I began to lick her for all I was worth. Her pussy tasted so good as I moved from fucking her with my tongue to flicking her clit. All her teasing and playing with me had to have her on the edge and I wasn't disappointed as I soon tasted her sweet juices flowing into my mouth. Clamping my mouth to her pussy I began to suck determined to get every drop. With Tiffany's sweet pussy on my face I really hadn't been paying attention to the guy fucking my tits. It wasn't until Tiffany crawled off suddenly and I felt the felt the first rope of his cum splash across my face that I realized he was cumming. Opening my mouth he quickly moved forward spraying the rest of his cum in my mouth as I swallowed greedily. Feeling him squeeze his cock I knew he was trying to give me every last drop, so I continued to suck until finally he pulled away. Still tied and blindfolded I wasn't sure what was happening until I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper going up. Hearing my bedroom door click shut Tiffany removed the blindfold and began to untie me. I never did learn who it was. Finally able to sit up I rubbed my wrists waiting for Tiffany to finish my feet. Once she was done I dashed off into my bathroom to pee. As I was wiping myself I realized that the plug was still in my ass and I really didn't find it uncomfortable. Still it would need to come out. Business taken care of I splashed some cold water on my face before stepping back into my bedroom. "Sorry about that," Tiffany said, "I never thought about you needing to go when you woke up." As soon as she said that it dawned on me that, while yes I had needed to go, as soon as I discovered what was going on the urge had vanished. Standing with my back to her I looked over my shoulder. "Actually I was wondering if you're planning on removing the plug you shoved in my ass," I said. "Oh yeah," Tiffany said, reaching up to massage my ass before grabbing the plug. "This will be easier if you kneel down," she said. Kneeling down I lowered my face to the floor and spread my ass cheeks open with my hands. "Oh I think I know more than a few guys who would love to see you like that," she said slowly pulling out the plug. I couldn't help but moan as I felt my ass being stretched out. The plug finally removed I gave out a yelp when Tiffany's hand came down hard on my ass. "Now you know what happens to patients who act up," she said, "I don't know about you, but I'm starving. Let's get cleaned up and grab some lunch." The next few days proved to be relatively uneventful which to be honest was a nice change of pace. We did take the time to redo my nipple piercings which was fun, no not really. While my brain may have been rewired to be more accepting of my current situation there were times when I was reminded just how out of my depth I was. Tiffany had managed to talk Dr Jameson into extending her independent assignment since I had managed to land my ass back in the hospital. The other day Tiffany suggested there were a couple of things I needed to learn about life as a woman so we headed over to Macy's to see a friend of hers, Ronnie. Ronnie as it turned out was short for Ronald and Ronnie was gay, in truth he was the first gay person I ever met. Ronnie also knew more about the use of makeup than any other three human beings combined, which is why we were there. After Tiffany introduced us I found myself in a chair as Ronnie began applying a variety of different things to my face. I was able to follow what he was saying for about six seconds and after that he might as well have been speaking in Latin for as well I was able to follow him. After working for several minutes he finally stopped, "I completely lost you didn't I," he asked. I couldn't help but sheepishly nod my head. Laying her hand on his arm Tiffany said, "Ronnie do you remember a couple of years ago I told you about the patient I had in the coma; the woman who was a guy before she went into the coma? Sara is that patient, and while she is learning, there are still gaps in her education." Ronnie seemed a bit confused for a moment, but then appeared to remember. "Oh and get this," Tiffany said, "there is not a single hair growing anywhere on her body besides her head." "You lucky bitch," Ronnie said before going over everything he'd done just more slowly. Finally, it was decided I would buy some stuff and Tiffany would help me practice putting it on. Most of it seemed fairly straight forward, although the idea of blending it all together I knew was going to cause me issues. Seriously, let's put on makeup so it looks 'natural' and doesn't look like you have makeup on at all. The mob should really be taking lessons from whoever is running that racket. After we finished with Ronnie we found ourselves walking around the mall. "Tiffany," I began, "thank you. I know I have said this before, but I really don't know how I would have been able to adapt to this life without you." Reaching out I found myself wrapping my hand around hers. "Sara," Tiffany said wrapping her fingers in mine, "You're welcome, and I know that while Gandalf paired us together I would like to think we would have been friends even without that. Besides you were pretty good looking before, I would have been trying to get you into my bed anyways." We walked around the mall in relative silence after that; drifting in and out of the shops, picking up a few small things here and there. "Oh, I meant to tell you," she said, "I was able to get a hold of Kim and Tom, the police officers from your rescue. They are coming over on Saturday for a cook out. Thought we might show them how grateful we are for saving you." "Oh I know I am very grateful," I said, "and plan on making sure they both know it, repeatedly." Heading over to PacSun I picked up a new bikini, not as tiny as the one Tiffany bought me but decidedly small with a G-string. "You did tell them to bring swimsuits didn't you," I asked Tiffany, "or did that just happen to slip your mind." I was starting to figure out how her mind worked, so I was pretty sure I knew the answer. "Oh," she said, an evil smile across her face, "was I supposed to tell them that? I guess they will have to just borrow one or we could just do without." "Yes, well, I know which one you prefer," I said as we left the mall, "and I intend on ending up naked on my back anyways." A group of younger guys were walking past as I spoke and Tiffany and I both cracked up when one of them tripped over nothing landing hard on the asphalt. I felt kind of bad for him and walked over to check on him. "Are you ok," I asked kneeling down next to him. His eyes were wide open and his only response was a slow nod of his head. I knew what he was focused on as from this angle he could easily see the piercings on my nipples. Leaning forward I whispered in his ear before giving him a kiss on the cheek and getting up. "Bye boys," I said walking back to Tiffany putting a little extra sway into my walk. "What the hell did you say to him," Tiffany asked as soon as we were out of earshot, "he damn near came in his shorts." "Actually I'm impressed he didn't," I said climbing into my jeep, "since he could see my piercings I told him our names and I mentioned that I love it when my blonde haired girlfriend bites and pulls on my rings." Starting up the jeep I thought I heard a noise from Tiffany, but it was drowned out by the AC/DC blasting from my speakers. Getting home I made the decision to wash the jeep Saturday morning before the cookout. "So why exactly did you tell him our names," Tiffany asked as I grabbed a couple of Hornsby's from the fridge. Popping mine open I took a long pull off of it before answering. "Actually it's pretty simple," I said, "just based on me talking to him every single one of them is going to be jerking off later thinking about at least one of us. I just wanted them to use the right names." Watching Tiffany almost choke on her drink was pretty funny until she grabbed the spray bottle she kept by the sink. As she sprayed me with the water I grabbed the big sponge from the sink and threw it smacking her in the face. "Ok bitch it's on," Tiffany yelled launching herself at me. Soon we were wrestling around on the kitchen floor neither of us able to get a grip as I may have poured the bottle of dish soap on her. Someone got a hold of the dish spray nozzle but soon we were both completely soaked and so was most of the kitchen. I was shocked when a pair of tan desert boots suddenly popped into my view, but even more so when I felt myself being hoisted into the air. Landing up on a shoulder I saw that Tiffany was in the same predicament and we soon found ourselves carried out to the backyard before being unceremoniously dropped on the grass at Mike's feet. Tiffany and I were both stunned, and it wasn't until he started spraying us with the hose nozzle that we reacted. I would like to say we worked together and dumped his ass in the pool. I would like to say that. Instead he chased us around the yard with us both screaming like, well, like girls. Transformation Ch. 06 "If the two of you are quite finished I was hoping to take you both out for dinner at the Hyatt," Mike said holding two big towels, "so get your asses inside and get changed, dressed up preferably." Not wanting to get the inside any more soaked then I'm sure it already was, we both stripped before taking the towels. I couldn't help but notice how hard Mike got with both of us standing there. Getting out of the shower I saw a short black dress with matching shoes and g-string sitting on my bed. A couple of minutes later Tiffany came in as I was putting my hair into one of the quick braids she had shown me. "Nice choice," she said indicating the dress, "Mike will love it." "I didn't pick the dress," I said my eyes growing wide at the implications, "it was on the bed when I got out of the shower. I thought you picked it out." Tiffany smiled as she shook her head no. Oh lovely as if my life didn't have enough issues; Devin apparently really likes me, Mike wants to see me in a little black dress of his choice, and I'm pretty sure I'm falling for Tiffany. Fuck me. Slipping into the garments Mike had picked for me Tiffany did my makeup before letting me see myself in the mirror. Turning around I was stunned by what I saw, the dress was hugging my curves and showing off every asset I have. Barely reaching mid-thigh with a deep scoop in the front I understood why Mike would have chosen this dress. Slipping on the shoes I couldn't believe the difference they made to my legs, I also couldn't believe that I actually was so happy about how good I looked. I realized that while I usually still think of things from a guy's perspective more and more often the opposite has been true. "So what do you think," Tiffany asked breaking me out of my reverie. "Well," I said turning to look at my ass, "I'd fuck me, hard." Ducking into my closet I grabbed a small purse for my ID and phone before helping Tiffany finish getting ready. Finally ready we walked out into the kitchen and I could see that Mike had changed into a suit. Turning around I don't think he was quite prepared for the vision in front of him as Tiffany's dress was almost identical to mine. "Mike," I said after about a minute, "are we going to go or are you going to stand there like a fish out of water all night? Someone promised me the Hyatt." He really did look like a fish; his mouth was open and kind of just opening and closing. Mike had borrowed a car from a friend of his so we all climbed into the shiny red mustang. Tiffany insisted I sit up front so she slid into the back. I quickly realized that climbing in and out of the car was going to be a challenge with a dress as short as mine was, but following her lead I managed to get in. The drive was uneventful, but I did notice Mike kept glancing over to look at my legs. Looking down I suddenly understood the constant tugging you see girls doing on their dresses, just sitting here in the car mine had worked its way up almost to my crotch. Quickly pulling it down I heard Tiffany laughing from the back seat, "Get used to it." Pulling into valet parking I was enjoying the looks as Tiffany and I emerged from the car. As Mike came around we each took an arm and with both of us adding a little sway to our hips we entered the hotel. Crossing the lobby to the elevators I could feel every eye in the room on us. The feeling was intoxicating knowing that every guy in the room wanted to be Mike and every woman wanted to be us. Finally reaching the elevators I leaned into Mike as Tiffany did the same, feeling his hand rest on my ass I started getting wet knowing he was doing the same to Tiffany. When the elevator finally opened we stepped aside as an attractive older couple exited. Looking us over, we were surprised when the woman leaned forward, "Rock his world ladies," she said before kissing her husband on the cheek. We barely managed to keep control, but as soon as the elevator began moving we burst out into laughter. After a few moments we got ourselves together when Mike suddenly pulled us both against him, holding us both firmly by the ass, "So ladies are you going to rock my world," he asked. Making quick eye contact Tiffany and I both leaned forward and began nibbling on his neck as I stroked his cock through his pants. Feeling the elevator slow to a stop we continued to tease even after the doors opened before we both stepped out leaving Mike standing there in a daze. I knew I was going to pay for it, but I couldn't resist. Glancing back over my shoulder I looked at Mike still standing there. "Mike I'm hungry, are you cumming yet," I asked my connotation obvious to everyone who could see him. Judging by the look on his face as he exited the elevator I was definitely going to pay, but it was oh so worth it. As Mike went to secure our table I found myself staring out over the Phoenix skyline. I've always loved this restaurant as it sits atop one of the tallest buildings in town and slowly rotates while you eat giving you a view of the whole skyline. Finally being escorted to our table I was happy to see they had redecorated since my last visit and now had small booths facing the windows instead of traditional four seat tables. Slipping in we put Mike between us and asked for a few minutes to decide on drinks. "Ladies that was very evil," Mike said, "exhilarating but evil." "Yes it was," I said reaching down into his lap so I could run my fingers across his cock, "but it was a delicious kind of evil. Don't you think so Tiffany?" "What, Oh yes definitely a delicious kind of evil," she said obviously distracted by something. I couldn't figure out what was distracting her until our waitress Nikki came over; tall, light brown hair, hazel eyes, and Tiffany couldn't get her eyes off of her. As we placed our order I could see the subtle flirtation start and felt a pit in my stomach open. I know I have no claim on Tiffany so why did seeing her flirting hurt so much? "Sara," Mike asked, his hand resting on mine, "is everything ok? You seem sad all of a sudden." Was I sad? Here I was thinking I was falling for Tiffany and it never occurred to me that she probably wasn't even interested in me that way. Was she being an awesome friend, yes, but by letting me take up all of her time I was stopping her from living her own life. I couldn't do that, when I said I would make sure she wasn't hurt I meant it. Even if it means protecting her from me. "Oh no, I'm fine," I said gently rubbing my fingers across his hand, "just thinking back on the times I came here before. Thank you for asking though." If I was going to let Tiffany go and live her own life then I was going to have to find something to get my mind off of her. There was still the whole control issue to be dealt with, but I didn't think Tiffany was the kind of person to abuse that. Leaning close and whispering in my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine and rocketing to my pussy Mike said, "If there is anything I can do to put a smile on your face, or perhaps pull a moan from your lips, let me know." As he spoke his fingers were gently running up and down my thigh and I couldn't help but open my legs slightly. "You look incredible tonight," he said placing small kisses along my neck. I was more than willing to let him continue, but our drinks and appetizers arrived. As we enjoyed our appetizers I realized for the first time the conversation between Tiffany and I seemed strained. I really didn't know what to say so I excused myself for a minute. "Do you need me to come with you," Tiffany asked her tone sounding concerned. Did I need her to come with me, not did I want her to come with me. Had I really been stifling her that much? Shaking my head I walked out and went to the restaurant maitre'd. "I need two rooms for tonight, preferably across from each other and not next to," I told him handing over my credit card, "and if you could please ensure that Nikki brings the keys to my table. Also be sure to charge the meal to my room including a decent tip. I would hate for Nikki to feel short changed." He blinked a few times and then informed me he would have her bring out the keys shortly. "On second thought," I said, "have her bring them with desert, more appropriate that way." I was willing to let Tiffany go, but it didn't mean I wanted to hear her in the throes of passion. I'd deal with Saturday on Saturday, no reason to stress on it just yet. Taking a few more minutes to pull myself together I headed back to the table, but not before going into the restroom and taking my panties off. I timed it just right as our food was just now being placed on the table and of course Nikki was there chatting up Tiffany. "Sara," Tiffany asked, "is everything ok?" "Of course," I said plastering a smile to my face, "This place just brings back a lot of memories for me. Used to come here with my mom from time to time." Slipping back into my seat I waited until Tiffany was distracted by Nikki before dropping my panties on the table. I was impressed at how fast Mike moved to snatch them off the table. Leaning close and repeating his move from earlier I kissed along the side of his neck whispering in his ear, "I'm not planning on needing those anymore tonight." Scooting close to him I started working on my meal. Looking at my food I decided to have some fun while I ate. Taking a couple of minutes I cut up everything on my plate into bite sized pieces which would allow me to be able to eat with just one hand. Reaching under the table I set my hand on Mike's thigh as I began to slowly chew my food. The more I ate the higher my hand went until I was resting right on his cock again. Tiffany didn't seem to notice or care what I was doing as I unzipped his trousers and slid my hand inside. I was happy to discover there were no underwear in my way and wrapped my hand around his now rock hard cock. I know what Mike thought I was going to be doing, but he was wrong. I had something far more frustrating in mind. Leaving my hand wrapped around him I continued to eat without moving my hand. I could feel his cock pulsating under my hand and I could tell his frustration was rising. "Sara, what are you doing," Mike asked after a few minutes. "Just making sure you are ready for what comes next," I said as our plates were cleared off the table and Nikki took our dessert order. "I got a surprise for you and I think you might want to skip dessert." Zipping him back up I saw Nikki coming to the table carrying dessert with a confused look on her face. "I was asked to bring these out to you when dessert was delivered," Nikki said handing me the room packets. As she started setting out the dessert I could see the look on Mike's face as he realized what she handed me. "Mike, why don't you go wait for me by the elevator and I'll be right there," I told Mike handing him a packet. Climbing out so he could move he quickly headed for the elevators. Tiffany was sitting there with a confused look on her face, but I needed to do this so she could have her life back. "Here Tiffany," I said handing her the other packet, "I got a room for you and Nikki so Mike and I wouldn't disturb you." I couldn't really read the look on her face, but I wasn't going to worry about it, this was the right thing to do. Heading to elevator I saw Mike holding one open as I approached. "Where's Tiffany," he asked as the doors closed. Throwing myself at him I wrapped my legs around his waist and began kissing along his neck. "Do you really want to talk about her right now," I whispered into his ear, "besides she's taken care of. I got her and Nikki a room as well. Unless you don't want me to yourself." His almost feral growl answered my question. As we were only a couple of floors down the doors opened quickly and Mike carried me down the hallway. Holding me up with one arm he fumbled for a moment with the card reader before the little green light came on and he pushed his way in. Closing the door even I was surprised with what Mike did next. Pushing me so my back was to the door I felt him fumble with his zipper for a moment before I felt his cock push into me. I was already soaking wet from playing with him at dinner so it didn't take but a couple of strokes before he was bottomed out inside me. "Fuck me Mike," I said my arms wrapped around his neck as he drove hard into my pussy, "fuck me like your little whore." Pulling me away from the door he carried me to the bed before lifting me off his cock and dropping me. "A little whore huh," he said stripping off my dress, "Fine, get on your knees and suck my cock." Jumping off the bed I knelt down and engulfed his cock in my mouth. Wasting no time I immediately started sucking him hard, my tongue swirling around his cock. Within moments I had sucked my own juices off of him and was now only tasted his delicious cock. Settling back on my knees I stared up at him as I slid my mouth up and down his cock pushing him into my throat. His groans from my hard slow suction were music to my ears. "Sara no," Mike said picking me up and setting me on the bed, "this isn't how I want it. Lay down for me, please," I was laying in the middle of the queen sized bed now uncertain as to what exactly he wanted from me. "Where did you get that ankle bracelet?" he asked, "I don't think I've ever seen you wear that before." I didn't want to talk about it. I didn't want to talk about anything. The only thing I wanted right now was for him to use me like a little toy and fuck the hell out of me. I didn't want to think about what I was giving up, but it was obvious he wasn't going to do anything else until I answer. "Tiffany gave it to me in the hospital this last time," I told him really not wanting to be on this subject, "Why do you ask?" "I'll tell you afterwards," he said crawling up the bed. Reaching my neck he started placing small kisses and bites along the length of my neck, and just like every girl I had ever been with, I responded. My hands wrapped around his body pulling him close. The more he bit and nibbled my neck the more vocal my moaning became until I felt his finger gently pull on one of my rings. As wet as I was before, I felt my pussy flooding as he slowly worked lower. He was driving me insane with how slow he was going. Finally reaching my breasts he bit and pulled on them for long minutes and when I felt his fingers sink inside me it was enough. Wrapping my fingers into his hair I held him tight against my breast as his fingers rubbed inside me. The spasms rockets through me, endorphins removing my conscious thought. I'm not sure how long he kept me there, but it felt like hours of heaven before I finally began to come down. Pulling his fingers from my pussy I sucked and licked them like a madwoman when he pushed them into my mouth. As I was distracted by my own sweet taste he caught me off guard when he started to tongue my belly button. I'm sure there are some women; fuck you Michelle, which have their belly button as an erogenous zone. I am not one of them. The instant his tongue started probing my belly button I couldn't help, but double over to try and stop him it was so ticklish. "Mike, Mike, please stop," I cried out among my peals of laughter. Despite my pleas he continued for several minutes, he was just too strong for me to stop. "That's better," he said laughing as he finally releasing me, "you've been so sullen all night. I like it better when you laugh like you two were during the water fight." The water fight seemed like it was ages ago already yet it was just a few hours. "Now then," he said, "I was headed somewhere before you found my tongue so funny." Settling between my legs my hands immediately wrapped into his hair pulling his face into my pussy. Even in this he kept his movements slow and even as I tried to grind against him. Pulling my hands from his hair he pinned my wrists to the bed forcing me to endure his slow pace. His tongue began to slowly probe the folds of my pussy, moving up one side and down the other. It felt like heaven as he began to plunder my innermost depths probing and darting around. Realizing he would never meet the pace I wanted I started to slowly roll my hips. "That's better Sara," he said lifting up to drag his tongue over my clit provoking a strong reaction, "everything is going to be nice and slow this time." 'This time', now those were words I wanted to hear. Releasing my wrists he used his fingers to spread me open allowing him to reach even further. Wrapping my fingers into his hair again I just kept them there to have a place for them to go. I wasn't going to fight him anymore; I just wanted him to have something inside me. "Oh god YES," I cried out, my fingers letting go of his head and digging into the sheets, as I felt his fingers push their way into me as his tongue made slow circles around my clit. How he was able to continue this slow pace was beyond me, his fingers moving in and out. I could feel the pressure building as his technique began to get to me. The higher he took me, the closer he brought me to my peak the slower he seemed to go. Oh the orgasm was going to happen, nothing was going to stop that now, but he seemed determined to drag out the inevitable explosion as long as possible. Covered in sweat I could feel my orgasm ready to break over me, but I was just running along the ragged edge, teetering, but not going over. I don't know how long he held me there, but finally it got to be too much for me. "Mike please," I begged, "stop teasing me." "Please what Sara," was his response as his tongue made slow lazy circles around my clit, "this pussy is so tasty and delicious I could just stay here all night. All night Sara," he emphasized. So what is it you want me to do?" "Mike," I cried as tears began running down my face from the frustration, "please let me cum. Oh god please." He never responded to my pleas, but I felt him shift around and soon his fingers began pushing into my ass. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," I screamed as his mouth closed over my clit and he began suck and bite on it. My body was on complete autopilot as I thrashed around on the bed and eventually Mike had to withdraw his fingers to pin my waist to the bed. Finally under control Mike began to fuck me with his tongue when he reached up to snag one of my piercings. The sudden added stimulation was more than I could handle and it was then that something unexpected happened. My fluids were already flowing in copious amounts when I felt what I could only describe as a gush of something from my pussy. It almost felt like I was peeing, but I knew it wasn't quite that when I heard the splash on Mike's face. Oh lovely Gandalf decided I should be a squirter. Mike spent the next few minutes just gently probing and tasting me licking up every drop before finally raising his head. "Well that was certainly different," he said as he began to kiss his way up my body, "I've never been with a woman who did that before." "Well trust me it was new for me to," I told him as his tongue began to circle around my nipple, "I didn't have a clue that would happen. Fuck that feels so good." He continued to lick and suck on my nipples crossing from one to the other back and forth. I was constantly amazed at just how sensitive my nipples really were. My hands clutched at his head and back as he suckled at my breast. I couldn't believe how good he was making me feel doing everything so slowly. What was he doing to me? Kissing his way up to my neck his lips were like fire against my skin, so soft and tender. His scent filled my nose with a delicious musky scent that seemed to emanate from his every pore. My fingers slid across his skin, the thin layer of sweat adding to everything as our scents mixed. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, but as with everything else, he seemed in no hurry to enter me. Transformation Ch. 06 Moments passed as he continued to tease until I felt his hips move, his hard shaft pressing against me. Running my hands along his back I felt the smooth strong muscles under my palms, digging my fingers into them. Reaching lower I cupped the cheeks of his ass causing him to jump, shoving his cock against my clit. A sharp gasp escaped my lips as the sensations rocked through my body. "Oh god, Mike, please," I moaned, "I need your cock inside me." "Kiss me Sara," he whispered as his arms slipping under my shoulders, "kiss me and I will give you what you want." Reaching down between us I positioned the head of his cock at my entrance, the spongy head barely parting my wet lips. Lifting my head I pressed my lips against his: our mouths opening, tongues exploring as he pushed into me. His lips against mine stifled the loud moan as he entered me. Breaking the kiss I wrapped my arms around Mike pulling him against me, his hips working his cock deep into me. I couldn't tell what was so different about this. Why did this feel so good? He wasn't doing anything drastically different, but I felt so connected with him. It wasn't until I saw our reflection in the mirror, the pale light of the moon highlighting our love making. That's what he was doing; he was making love to me. There was something about that realization that made me gasp. "Mike, why," I asked, my body moving in time with his. Raising himself onto his elbows he brushed my hair out of my face. "Because you need me to," he said before gently pressing his lips to mine again. Minutes felt like hours as we made love, each delicious stroke pulling a moan from my lips, even my orgasms felt different. Instead of my usual thunderous crashing waves these were easier, less forceful as they rolled over me, but no less strong. No more words were spoken for the rest of the night save one. Mike was on his knees, my legs pushed up by his hips, and my hands intertwined with his pinned over my head. Neither of us had spoken and words had not been necessary as we moved. I could tell Mike was close, I'd watched him fight the inevitable for long minutes now. I had just come down from another wonderful orgasm when he suddenly cried out, "Sara," and I felt his cock twitch inside me. The feeling of his cum shooting so deep inside me was enough to launch me off again. I held him there for long minutes, enjoying his weight pressing against my hips, before finally releasing him. Rolling over to a less thrashed portion of the bed I curled up against him before we both drifted asleep. We made love twice more that night; the first Mike woke me up his fingers kneading the muscles in my back, the second he awoke with my lips around his cock. The final time I kept him on his back and rode him to completion. A soft knocking on the door roused me from my slumber. Untangling myself from Mike I threw on a hotel robe and opened the door. Tiffany was standing in the doorway; her eyes red and puffy, her dress looking like it had been slept in. "Checkout is in thirty minutes," she said before walking off, "I'll meet you guys downstairs." "Tiffany," I called after her, "do you want to come inside?" Shaking her head she walked down the hallway carrying her shoes. She looked a lot worse than I expected. I had figured getting the two of them a room would allow Tiffany to get a start at being free of me. Shaking my head I realized I shouldn't second guess myself, this is what is best for everyone. We barely made it downstairs in time to check out. Somehow in the process of getting dressed I ended up bent over the table and now Mike's cum was leaking out of my pussy and dripping down my thighs. Tiffany was silent on the drive home and once we hit the house she headed straight for her room. As Mike went to leave I remembered he never answered my question from the previous night. "Mike why did you ask me about the bracelet last night," I asked as he was getting in his car. He seemed to take a deep breath before answering. "It was our mother's," he said as he pulled away. Watching him drive away I was speechless. Why would she give me her mother's ankle bracelet? Transformation Ch. 07 This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission I would like to thank my editor ArilynWriter for her awesome assistance in helping to clean up the mess that my writing can sometimes be. ***** Walking into the house I found myself drained; the lack of sleep and the emotional roller coaster finally catching up with me. With each step through the silent rooms I couldn't help but catch a glimpse of the small golden chain around my ankle. It had once belonged to Tiffany's mom and now she wanted me to have it. Tiffany's mom, I knew I was missing something and it just wasn't clicking. Had Tiffany ever mentioned her mom? I was just too exhausted to think clearly. Stripping out of my dress before crawling into bed I resolved to talk to Tiffany about it later. It was dark when I woke up hours later to a gnawing in my stomach and delicious soreness between my legs. Somehow I managed to sleep through most of the day. After taking a quick shower I threw on some clothes and went in search of Tiffany and food. Stepping out into the hallway I saw that Tiffany's door was open so I stuck my head in hoping to find her. She wasn't in there, but her closet was open and I could see a couple of outfits draped over a chair. It looked like she had been going through her clubbing clothes and I didn't see her most recent purchase. She had picked up a hot looking green dress the other day and I knew she was dying for a chance to wear it. 'Sara, going out with some friends tonight. Not sure if I will be home before morning or if I'll be alone. Probably not.' I had to read the note I found on the kitchen counter a couple of times to make sure I understood her meaning. A part of me was happy that she was going ahead and moving on and yet my mind kept drifting to the small chain encircling my ankle. I needed more information. It was obvious to me I was missing something important. I also needed to figure out what the hell I was going to do tonight. So far my record when unsupervised wasn't the best. Opening the fridge I couldn't stop myself from smiling. Sitting on the shelf was a plate with a turkey sandwich, a pickle, and a can of Pepsi. A sticky note in Tiffany's flowing script was stuck to it with just my name in big letters. As much as I appreciated the food I appreciated the gesture that much more. We weren't going to be more than friends but at least I knew she still cared. I silently vowed to make sure I would always be there for her. As I slowly munched away on my sandwich I sent a text to Mike asking if he could come over so we could talk. I was hoping he could clear some things up for me. I never heard from Mike until the next day, but I was able to get Elisa on the phone. We talked for a while about my concern regarding Tiffany's ability to control me in non-sexual situations. It was then I learned some things I wish I hadn't. "Sara," Elisa said, "how do you feel about Tiffany? I mean really deep down inside how do you feel about her?" I didn't have a good answer for her. Nothing I had ever done had prepared me for the mix of emotions that were running through me. "Truthfully I'm really not sure," I said, "I know I care about her more than anyone. I've never been this mixed up in my entire life. Part of me wants to let her go and get on with her life, and another part just wants to grab her and hold on for dear life. I just don't know what to do." "Sara this is important," Elisa said her voice growing serious," I need for you to be completely honest with me. Do you love her?" The question caught me completely off guard. Did I love her? Did I even know what love really was? Had I even truly been in love? I couldn't answer my own questions. "Elisa," I whispered into the phone, "I don't know." "I really wish I was there in person to tell you this. There was something we didn't cover the other night," she said, sadness creeping into her voice, "because it's usually years before this crops up. We live a really long time Sara. My brother and I are both well over three hundred years old and you'll live at least that long. When Gandalf makes his new toys he likes to keep them around. Severe trauma and injury will still kill you, but outside of that- nothing. I'm sorry, but you're going to outlive Tiffany and everyone you know." The floor rushed up towards me as my knees buckled. It's funny how time seems to run at its own pace when it wants to; as fast as the floor was rushing up, that's how slowly my phone slipped out of my hand and tumbled to the floor. I saw as it hit; the screen as it shattered from a small chip in the corner spreading like a spider web across the glass. The buttons flying off as the plastic case exploded. I don't know how long I was on the floor sobbing and screaming, my heart having been shattered into a million pieces. It must have been hours before I was able to pick myself up off the floor. Gathering the pieces of my ruined phone I put them in a paper bag and headed to my bedroom. Looking around my room I found exactly what I needed to find. Walking over to my bookshelf I retrieved the last remaining stuffed animal from my childhood; a small grey mouse. I'd never given it a name but it had always been there for me. Curling up into my bed I just lay there as tears poured down my face, my mind refusing to accept Elisa's words. I'm not sure what it was that woke me up. Glancing at the clock I could see it was after three a.m. and it was then I realized I could hear a sound through my door. Clutching my mouse I crawled out of bed and pulled open my door. The sound was instantly recognizable. I should have gone back to bed, but my feet seemed to move of their own volition, drawn towards the sound. On the couch was Tiffany; her blonde hair loose and wild, her tan skin glistening in the soft light, her eyes closed, and her mouth hanging open as she rode the cock of some unknown guy. I couldn't help but stare at her; she looked so beautiful in that moment with her face in rapturous bliss. I wanted to flee the room, but I couldn't bring myself to do it, so for long minutes I stood there watching her. I watched as he let himself go inside her causing her to cry out and slump against him, her breathing was ragged as his. I knew she had orgasmed when he did, I could already tell the signs. She looked beautiful to me and I found myself so intensely jealous that I couldn't look away. It wasn't until I saw her eyes flutter open and focus on me that my feet finally let me flee. Moving down the hall I quickly entered my room and locked the door. I wanted to fly further; leave the house, the city, fuck the state even, but I had nowhere to go. Crawling back into bed I turned on the stereo hoping to drown out the sounds now coming from her room. It didn't matter how loud or what type of music I played I could hear her. Every moan and cry of passion was crystal clear in my ears, I thought I was going to start going insane when finally, thankfully, it stopped. I just prayed for enough sleep to recharge at least a little bit. It was then, in that half-conscious world between awake and asleep that I truly grasped my issue this night. It wasn't that she was fucking some strange guy. It was that she was doing it without me; we were supposed to be together. The morning came far too soon and yet the night was so incredibly long. I needed to clear my head and before I knew it I was dressed for a run. I knew it was probably too hot already, but I needed to do something and running has always been cathartic for me. So dressed in my running shorts and a sports bra I hit the road. Being in the Marine Corps I used to have to run all the time, but it took me a couple of minutes to get used to the change in my balance. Running with breasts was certainly a new experience, but once I adjusted I just focused on the road ahead. It was early enough in the day that it wasn't obscenely hot just yet, but it was definitely going to be a fun one. As I ran I felt my mind clearing for the first time in days. Mile after mile passed under my feet and I found myself going over the last few days. I tripped over my own feet and found myself laying in someone's yard as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. Tiffany's red and swollen eyes yesterday morning at the hotel were a perfect match for mine last night. Getting up off the grass I began running back to the house. My god how fucking stupid could I have been. I had made an assumption and now I was paying for it. The ground passing beneath my feet was far faster than the way out and yet there was no soreness in my legs. It felt as if I was moving at a dead sprint, tears blurring my vision as they streamed down my face. I had to get to Tiffany; I had to fix this before I lost her. Turning on to our street I saw the house and nothing appeared to have changed. Our cars were still there as was the red Camaro that I assumed belonged to the guy from last night. Crossing through the house I headed into the back yard to cool down from my run. I really wasn't sure how I was going to do this with him here and had to hope he would be leaving soon. Hearing the back door slide open and the heavy footfall I knew her toy from last night was watching me. I really wasn't in the mood for conversation with him so I continued my stretching routine. "So you must be the housemate Sara," he said with a voice I would recognize until my dying day. Lifting myself up off the ground I turned and looked upon someone I had prayed to never see again. "Keith," I said before I could stop myself. Keith Warren, my best friend growing up and was supposed to have been the best man at my wedding. I will admit he looked pretty good, but then he had always kept himself in shape. As I looked him over I noticed the pale line around the ring finger of his left hand. As he was going to be my best man, I had been planning to be his when he married Jennifer, his high school girlfriend. Truth be told she was too good for him, but I knew she cared about him. "Oh," he said somewhat startled, "you know my name. Nikki was pretty loud last night so you must have heard her screaming it." He always was an arrogant ass and as I said Jennifer was too good for him. I also knew they were still together according to the update from my mom. While my parents had done as I asked and told everyone I had died she still kept up to date on the gossip. I was at least happy to hear that Tiffany had given him a fake name because I was about to rip him apart. The sound of the door sliding open distracted me from the tirade I was about to launch into. Looking up I saw Tiffany standing in the doorway, her delectable body hidden away by her favorite green silk robe. Seeing her standing there only confirmed for me what I already knew, I just hoped I wasn't too late. "Oh Sara, good you're up," she said her face smiling, but it didn't seem to quite reach her eyes, "I wanted to remind you that Kim and Tom will be coming over tomorrow. Keith invited me to spend the weekend on his houseboat so you will have to entertain them on your own." I've pretty much come to the conclusion that I must have completely fucked up in some prior life for all the shit that keeps happening to me. I know some of it is my own fault, but come on. I couldn't believe he was still playing the houseboat routine. In school he would take girls up to the lake claiming to have a boat only when they got there it was under 'repair' and they would have to get a motel room. It was so amazingly stupid and yet it worked every damn time, until today. I wasn't going to let Tiffany get played and I knew just enough to be dangerous. I just had to hope my information was accurate. "Oh," I pouted, mentally keeping my fingers crossed, "I was really looking forward to us spending time with them, but I understand, houseboats can be pretty cool." Slapping a smile on I turned to Keith, "Hey Keith, isn't Jennifer taking Amber and Rick up to your parents place for the weekend and does she know you're driving her car?" I was hoping he was still as slow on the uptake as he had been in school and it seemed the gods decided to smile on me at least a little bit, also it explained why the Camaro looked familiar. "Oh yeah she is, but I told her I had so stay down here and work. I was going to," he said before suddenly trailing off. "Nikki," he said turning to Tiffany, "I don't know what the hell she is talking about. Like I told you last night I left my wife and the ring band is just taking a long time to wear off. I have to wear it for my work; I can get more sales if the clients think I am in a stable marriage." I could see Tiffany's face change as she realized what he was saying. He had played her last night and he was attempting to play her again, but I wasn't quite through. "Keith," I said no longer trying to conceal the rage in my voice, "when you talk to Jennifer later ask her what happened at Rick's place the night the two of you fought over her giving you the Camaro. Now get the fuck out of my house before I call her, or would you prefer I call your mom? She does still live in Flagstaff doesn't she, three streets over from the Lucky's?" From the look on his face I had him by the balls and he knew it. Sprinting into the house Tiffany and I waited until we heard his car pull away before we said anything. "Tiffany please let me talk first," I said closing the distance between us, "I'm sorry and I have been a complete schmuck. I realized I made a huge assumption and I did it without talking to you first. I hurt you, Tiffany, and I did it thinking I was protecting you. I saw you flirting with Nikki and I got scared. Scared I was keeping you from living your life. Scared I was forcing you to choose between me and the life you wanted." I stood there as close to her as I dare searching her face in the hope I hadn't completely fucked everything up. "She was flirting with me in order to get a bigger tip," she said her voice soft, the words hammering down just how stupid I had really been, "She doesn't even have any interest in women." I wanted to collapse, vomit, and get drunk all at the same time. I could not believe how utterly and completely I had misread the situation. I wouldn't be surprised if Tiffany wanted me to leave after this and honestly I wouldn't blame her in the slightest. "Sara," she asked, "why?" "I just wanted you to be happy," I said fighting back the tears I could feel threatening to return, "that's all I wanted Tiffany, for you to be happy." "You hurt me Sara," Tiffany said, her obvious anger rising quickly, "and to make it worse you used my own brother to do it. How do I forgive you for doing that? How can I possibly forgive that? When I went to the club last night I didn't go with friends. I went there with the one goal of bringing a guy home and fucking the hell out of him and making sure you heard me. I saw you last night Sara, I saw you standing there with your little mouse and I saw the pain on your face and I felt good about it. I let some guy I'd never seen before fuck me in the ass because I wanted to hurt you." When she suddenly walked back into the house I was confused, but quickly followed her. Heading down to her room I watched as she started to strip the sheets off her bed before moving to help her. We had the bed down to the mattress in short order and bundling them up we headed back down the hall. As I was expecting her to want to wash them I was surprised when she headed out to the back yard again. Dropping the covers, blanket and all, into our fire pit I watched as she sprayed the whole thing in charcoal lighter fluid. "Sara do you know why I'm not asking you to leave," she asked. "Truthfully I have no idea," I said as her hands turned the box of matches over and over, "I've been expecting it and wouldn't blame you at all I just ask you give me time to find a place." I wasn't sure what she was planning to do besides the obvious. I couldn't blame her for wanting to burn the sheets, I'm just glad she didn't want to drag out the mattress. "Who exactly is Keith and what happened with you and Jennifer," she asked pulling up a chair as she continued to play with the matches, "I want the whole story." I was able to quickly relay the history of me and Keith, but I knew it would be a little more interesting when it came to Jennifer. Not because of the details but because of what it represented about the person I used to be. "Tiffany there is something you need to understand about me," I told her hoping she would understand, "When I was a guy I tended to think with my dick; more so than a lot of guys. Jennifer came over one night all pissed off because Keith was trying to get her to give him her car. She had saved up and bought a 1967 Camaro for her eighteenth birthday and, well, it was a better car than Keith's and he didn't appreciate that." Shaking her head Tiffany started to laugh for the first time this morning. "What the fuck is it with guys and their cars," she said, "I just don't get it, but go ahead and continue." "My parents were out of town for the week back east so I had the house to myself," I said getting back to the story, "Jennifer was sitting next to me complaining about Keith and I reached over and started massaging her back. It didn't take me long before she was lying on my bed in just her panties and I'd given her massages before so I was hitting all the hot spots. I made sure I spent extra attention massaging her ass and her inner thighs. By the time she rolled over I didn't even bother to pretend and hooked my fingers into the side of her underwear and pulled them down. She lifted her hips as soon as I did." "So you fucked your best friends girlfriend," she said, "but it sounds to me she wanted it as much as you did." "She did," I said, "but there is more to it. As soon as her panties were off I drove my tongue straight into her. She had the sweetest tasting pussy I'd ever known until I met you. I didn't know if I would ever get this chance again so I took my time making sure she had at least three or four orgasms before I kissed my way up. By the time I reached her lips she had my cock in her hand and was guiding it. In truth I almost lost it right there." "Why," she asked my story having an obvious if unconscious effect on her as the robe had slipped open exposing her tan skin, "from what you've told me this seems right up with your usual moves." As I watched her Tiffany was lazily playing with her breasts as if she didn't even realize she was doing it. "You're right it was, but it was what she said to me," I told her, "I was looking into those beautiful brown eyes and she tells me, 'Rick be gentle, you're my first but tonight this body belongs to you.' I was so stunned by the revelation I couldn't even move. I literally had the tip of my cock inside her and I couldn't make myself move. It wasn't until she reached down and grabbed my ass, pulling me into her that I came to my senses. I let her have complete control as I broke through her hymen and all the way in. Being able to watch her face as she gave me her virginity is a sight I will never forget for as long as I live." "This sounds more like she planned on having you take it," Tiffany said one hand making slow circles around her clit, "girls don't typically give up their virginity on a whim no matter how good the massage was." The story was having the same effect on me, but I wanted to finish before trying to get some kind of relief. "So once you were inside her did you pin her to the bed and fuck the hell out of her," she asked. Transformation Ch. 07 Watching Tiffany slowly play with herself was killing me. I wanted nothing more than to bury my face into her tasty pussy and lick the rest of the day away. So I decided I was going to have some fun as well. Walking over I knelt down next to the chair and got right into to her ear, my hand setting between her legs. "No," I said, "I didn't. I made love to her. I didn't realize until very recently that's what I was doing at the time, but I had decided to make this as pleasurable for her as possible." As I was talking I slowly slid two fingers into her. "I wanted her to know just how good sex could feel," I told her as my fingers began a slow deliberate rhythm, "so I took my time; gentle strokes instead of hard thrusts, soft kisses instead of pushing my tongue down her throat, and my body pressed against hers." I began planting little kisses on the side of her neck drawing out a soft moan. As I placed kisses along her chin she turned and pressed her lips to mine, the kiss soft and gentle before our mouths slid open, our tongues exploring. "Did you love her," Tiffany asked as the kiss slowly broke. Had someone asked that question a few hours ago I would have said no, but even I knew that was a lie. I did love her and I always had. I just didn't admit it to anyone, not even myself. "Yes," I whispered keeping my focus on her so she could see the truth in my eyes, "and she knew it even if I didn't. While we made love she told me that no matter who she was with she always intended for me to be her first. I also discovered she had a bit of a wild side that I never saw coming." "Come with me," she said taking my hand and leading me back into the house. She led me into my bedroom before dropping her robe and climbing into the bed. After pausing a moment to appreciate the view I quickly stripped off my shorts and sports bra and climbed in next to her. Wrapping myself in her arms I caressed the side of her face before capturing her mouth with mine. There was nowhere else I wanted to be than right there in that moment. Running my fingers across her soft skin I could feel the goose bumps as they rose; her nipples hard and puckered as my palms crossed over them. I couldn't help but shiver as her fingers drew lazy patterns across my back, sliding through the thin layer of my perspiration. I love the sensation of being touched and her fingers were driving me crazy without even trying. Dropping my head to her shoulder I could help but moan when her fingers ran across my ass and dipped down between my cheeks. Cupping my ass I let out a small yelp when Tiffany rolled me onto my back. "You're not done talking just yet," she said holding her body over mine, "when you stop talking I stop touching. I want to hear more." With her body pressed to mine and her lips like fire along my collarbone I could barely think, let alone relay a story, but it felt so good I didn't want it to stop. "Where was I?" I gasped as her tongue moved up along my neck sending shivers shooting through my body. She didn't reply right away. Instead she moved and I felt her thigh push between my legs pressing against my mound. "Oh fuck," I moaned as she ground her thigh hard against me. "What was her wild side that you discovered," Tiffany asked before capturing my nipple in her mouth. I ran my fingers through her hair as she suckled my nipple, teasing and tugging my ring. Fuck she knows my body too well for my own good. Wild side? Who was she talking about? As I felt her mouth start to lift off of my nipple I suddenly remembered what she was asking about. "She wanted to try a new position," I said quickly as her tongue made loops around my nipple before her mouth latched back on, "I had been on top of her for quite a while and she wanted to experiment." Her thigh continued to grind into my clit making coherent thoughts very challenging. "How is it you hadn't cum already," she asked pausing a moment from ravaging my nipples, "as tight and wet as I'm sure that pussy was I would have thought you would have filled her with your cum already." As she spoke she picked certain words to push her leg even harder against me pulling a gasp each time. "I had finished jerking off about twenty minutes before she arrived," I said as Tiffany continued to manipulate my body, "I was an eighteen year old guy who was between girlfriends and it was before the internet." Tiffany chose this moment to move back up and kiss me again, a good bit more forceful this time. Deciding I was going to play as well I ran my fingers down her spine and between her cheeks before pushing my fingertip into her ass. As we kissed I watched her eyes pop open when she felt my finger, but I could tell she was smiling. Her moving around had changed her position just enough I was able to bring my knee up and now I had her grinding against my leg. Breaking the kiss Tiffany lifted herself up and started really grinding against my leg which caused my finger to sink deeper into her ass. Hearing her moans I knew things has switched up. "Do you still want to hear what she wanted," I asked. Giving her a moment I watched her head nod yes before I continued, "She wanted me to take her from behind so she rolled onto her stomach and I straddled her legs. Her ass was still slick from the baby oil I like to use, so I pushed my cock between the cheeks of her ass dragging the head over her asshole before plunging into her tight pussy again. I could easily tell my description was getting to her by how she was grinding on my leg, my finger fully buried in her ass. "I started slowly, but soon she was pushing back against me," I told her starting to work my finger in and out of her ass, "we were covered in baby oil, sweat, and her own slick juices when the unexpected happened. We both moved back just a bit too much and I came all the way out so when we went to move together the head of my cock pushed into her ass. We both froze the instant we realized where I was." Pulling my finger out of her ass I returned the earlier favor and flipped Tiffany onto her back before sinking my fingers into her pussy. All pretense of slow gone I started to rapidly work my fingers in and out of her. "Sara," Tiffany cried out, "don't stop talking please, fuck I'm so close." Interesting, it seems my words were getting to her the same way hers got to me. Pushing my fingers into her ass I continued to fuck her with my hand. "I went to pull away when Jennifer grabbed my cock keeping me just where I was as she laid back down on her stomach," I told Tiffany as I started rubbing her clit with my free hand, "She looked back at me and said 'Rick I meant it when I said my body belongs to you tonight' before she started pushing back against my cock. Our bodies were so slick my cock easily slid into her ass. I can't describe the sensation watching her grinding against me until I was completely inside her ass." Tiffany was on the verge of her orgasm when I lowered my mouth to begin sucking on her clit. Tiffany's orgasm was impressive due in part to the ear piercing scream and her physical reaction. Clutching the sheets her lower body simply folded up as if she was trying to curl into a ball. I kept my fingers buried inside her, feeling her pussy clutching at my fingers as I felt the warmth of her fluid flow over me. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever before she started coming down and as I watched her breathing begin to relax I ripped my hand away starting the whole process over again. "Fuck you are an evil bitch," Tiffany yelled as her body twitched and shook. Wrapping her into my arms I held her until her body finally stopped shaking. "Is everything you said true," Tiffany asked a few minutes later in the kitchen, "she gave you both her pussy and her ass in the same night?" Still naked I'm sure we made an intoxicating site both still glistening with sweat as we sucked down water trying to rehydrate ourselves. "And you're positive she never would have mentioned this to anyone," she asked. "She spent the entire night with me," I said not really sure where she was going with all this, "and didn't leave until about ten the next morning. By that time she didn't have a hole I hadn't cum in, twice. As for her telling anyone I seriously doubt it. We only got together once after that and it was never even mentioned between the two of us and she knows that I cared about her too much to do that to her. Why?" I've long since come to accept that Tiffany is a lot smarter than me sometimes and this was one of those times. "Understand I am grateful for you preventing me from getting played any further," Tiffany said with a look like she was explaining the ABC's to a kindergartner, "but to do that you told him to ask his wife about an event more than 10 years old that only two people could possibly know about. In short you either told them that Rick either betrayed the trust of the first woman he ever loved to someone she doesn't know or that you are still alive. Which do you think she is going to believe?" Fuck me. The rest of the day everything seemed to go back to normal for Tiffany and I. Aside from having to go buy her new bedding to replace the smoldering pile in the back yard we did some grocery shopping for tomorrow and I bought myself a new computer and an iPod as well as replacing my phone. My dad had a computer when I was a kid so I grew up around them, but never had one of my own. It seemed like every time I went out I was picking up a new CD or three so the iPod would be very useful. It was later in the day that Tiffany came into my room. "I need to ask you something," Tiffany said walking in and sitting on my bed. I busy was ripping CDs to the computer so I could put them on the iPod, but I needed things to be good between us so I got up and sat next to her. "Ask away," I said curling my legs under me facing her, "I don't want any more misunderstandings causing drama between us." "Earlier you said something," she said a slightly puzzled look on her face, "you said that until very recently you didn't realize you had made love to Jennifer, how could you not realize that was what you had done? What happened that made you realize it?" I knew this conversation was going to spring up, but that wasn't going to make things any easier. "You have to realize something about me," I said, "I've always heard people talking about being in love and making love and marrying for love, but never really understood them. I couldn't relate to what they were saying, it was always just words to me." "What about Heather," Tiffany interrupted, "you were going to marry her. Surely you were in love." "No, I wasn't," I said my head hanging down at the shame I felt over my prior life, "Heather and I dated during school, but marrying her was simply a means to an end. She wanted out of her mother's house and I didn't want to live in the barracks anymore. Between that and the guaranteed pussy those were the only reasons I was going to marry her. I wasn't a very good person before all of this, Tiffany. Jennifer was the single exception in my life. Looking back I realized I loved her my entire life." "Do you still love her," Tiffany asked, her eyes filled with a sadness I wanted to banish, "are you still in love with her?" Moving on the bed I pulled Tiffany into my lap with her legs around me. "Tiffany a part of me will always love her," I said brushing her hair out of her face, "she was my first love and you never really lose that. You move on, but it's always still there, and to answer your question as to how I didn't know; I didn't recognize the connection I had with her for what it was because I had never felt that connection to another human being. I had nothing to compare it to." "Who made you realize it," Tiffany asked her voice very soft and small, "who made you realize that you made love to Jennifer?" As soon as she asked I realized the danger of my answer. Tiffany suddenly seemed very tiny and vulnerable in my arms and I knew I had to do this the right way. "Tiffany," I said looking into her eyes, "the other night at the hotel when I dragged Mike to the room all I wanted was for him to fuck the hell out of me. Use me like a cheap whore and pound my ass into the bed and indeed it started that way. I was on my knees sucking his cock when he stopped me. He picked me up, placed me on the bed, and proceeded to make love to me. At first I couldn't tell what he was doing besides frustrating the hell out of me." I could tell Tiffany was considering bolting from the room before I could finish. Wrapping my arms around her I pulled her even tighter against me. "No running," I said softly, "please hear me out completely, ok." I waited to see her nod before I continued. "Mike was doing everything at a pace that was so slow I found it infuriating," I said, "it wasn't until he was inside me that the pieces came together. I could feel the connection to him, but like before I had no frame of reference to put it in. It wasn't until I looked in the mirror that I realized just what he was doing. He had his body over mine, his hips slowly rotating in and out of me, his kisses setting fire to my skin, and I was wrapped around him, drawing him into me" "Tiffany I asked him why," I said, "I actually had to ask him why he was doing that. Why was I experiencing this flood of emotions and do you know what his response was?" Watching her shaking her head no had to be one of the saddest things I've ever seen; she looked so fragile at this moment. "He said because I needed him to," I said, "and he was right. I needed to experience that connection to help get things right in my head, but even then I didn't really figure things out until almost too late." "You're in love with someone aren't you," she asked. I knew this was the make or break point and I had to be ready for anything. Putting on a happy grin I nodded yes. "Do they know it," she asked, her voice barely over a whisper, "do they know you're in love with them?" Dropping my eyes to the bed I slowly shook my head no, not trusting words in fear of scaring her off. "It's Devin isn't it," she said suddenly and before I had the chance to respond, "I fucking knew it. Let me go Sara." Ok even I didn't see that coming, but she was instantly trying to untangle herself from me. Wrapping my hands around her wrists I twisted us so I was now on top of her, Tiffany's legs still around my waist. I'd gone over different scenarios in my head as to how this was going to go down and so far it was better than some. Keeping her pinned to the bed was surprisingly easy for me at the moment, but I didn't want to spend the day fighting her. "Oh for fucks sake Tiffany," I said as she continued to struggle under me, "it's you. It's always been you from the moment you came into my room." Tiffany suddenly stilled and I released her wrists, moving my hands to the sides of her head. Looking down at her I could see her eyes were wide and open, her lower lip quivering slightly, and soft tears coming from her eyes. I wanted more than anything to hear her say she loved me too, but I was willing to wait for that. I'd told her what I was really feeling and that was enough for me. I felt like a giant weight was lifted from my heart. "Tiffany," I said lowering my face to hers, "You don't have to say anything. I wanted you to know how I felt before I made another mistake." I pressed my lips to hers before she had a chance to say anything. Her lips parted and her tongue snaked out, intertwining with mine. Pulling her tongue into my mouth I sucked on it like a little cock for a few moments before releasing it to explore further. The kiss was slow tender and perfect as she started running her fingers through my hair and playing with my ear. What is it about her touch that drives me so insane? I could feel the little chills shooting through my body as her fingertips lightly caressed me. For long minutes we kissed, neither in a hurry for anything else. I felt Tiffany slip her hands under my shirt as we continued to kiss, her fingers just dragging along my skin as she moved up my back taking my shirt with her. Breaking the kiss I helped her pull off my shirt, tossing it on the floor before I pulled hers off. Resting on my hands I watched as she reached around to unhook her bra so I started dragging my nipple rings across her skin. I'd come to the conclusion that if Gandalf was going to go through all the trouble to switch me he was going to make sure everything stayed firm and perky so I was wearing a bra only occasionally. Finally tossing her bra away Tiffany pulled me back down to restart our kiss. I love the taste of her mouth; there was just something about her flavor I couldn't get enough of. I was losing myself in the kiss when I felt her fingers slide from my back down to my ribs before she started tickling me. She was smiling though the kiss when I had to curl up trying to get away from her, I failed miserably. Rolling me on my back she continued to tickle me until I had tears streaming from my eyes from laughing so hard. My breath was coming in labored gasps as I looked at her sitting back on her heels. "That was for being an evil bitch earlier," Tiffany said a wide smile on her face and in her eyes. I instantly knew what she was talking about, and yeah ,I probably deserved it. Uncurling myself I stretched out, lifting my hands above my head going for a full body stretch. It felt good, but when Tiffany ducked down and sucked my nipple into her mouth that felt far better. She was slowly swirling her tongue around my nipple when she began tugging on the buttons on my shorts. Opening my shorts her hand quickly slipped down and inside my underwear before resting on my mound. Even though Tiffany was being her typical aggressive self I could tell there was a difference in her actions. Everything was just a little bit slower, her movements more deliberate and I loved it. Instead of plunging her fingers into me she started to slowly rub against my outer lips as she continued to play with my nipple. My moans were soft and sensual in keeping with her different approach. Running my fingers through her hair, I realized that even though I'm the one who said I loved her Tiffany was intending to make love to me. I couldn't help but smile at the irony, here I had been planning to make love to her and she was beating me to it. It was somewhat appropriate really, she was undoubtedly the more dominant between us and I found I didn't mind surrendering to her. Releasing my nipple with a pop, she pulled her hand out of my shorts before she started moving down placing small kisses on my stomach. I was happy when she skipped my belly button and continued on down pulling on my shorts and underwear. Lifting my hips to help her I was soon naked as she resumed kissing along my stomach. Even though I knew she was taking things at a slower pace I was still soaked in the anticipation of her talented tongue. As she began kissing across my mound I let out a moan of anticipation only for her to drag her tongue over my outer lips. My hips began to roll trying to encourage her to stop teasing me, it didn't help. My moans of anticipation turned to frustration when her mouth started moving down my inner thigh towards my knee. Reaching down I slid my hands into her hair only to have her promptly remove them and place them on my side. "Baby, you need to behave," Tiffany said as she continued to kiss towards my knee, my hands gripping the sheets. Part of me was frustrated with her teasing but another was ecstatic over her calling me baby. She surprised me when she passed my knee and continued down to my foot. Reaching my foot she placed kisses over the top of my foot and ankle, switching feet after several minutes. If I had thought her trip down my leg was frustrating the trip back up was positively excruciating; after spending several minutes playing with her gift she finally began to move back up my leg, seemingly intent of kisses every inch of my leg. I desperately wanted to shove my own fingers into my cunt and get off, but I knew Tiffany wouldn't like that. As her lips crossed over my knee I spread my legs apart giving her better access. The last few inches seemed to take an eternity before I felt her tongue push between my wet folds. Transformation Ch. 07 I let out a long satisfied moan as her tongue pushed into me, but even now her moves continued to be slow and deliberate. Typically her tongue would be darting in and out trying to be everywhere at once, but now it was a slow deep probe almost lazy in its movements. It seemed she was deliberately not using her fingers until I felt her push them against my ass. She was just holding them there and it wasn't until I started grinding myself against them working them into me that she seemed pleased. Once fully seated in my ass she began to pump them in and out with ridiculous slowness. This was so different than what I was used to with her that when my orgasm washed over me it took me completely by surprise. "Oh my god ," I cried out as she kept her tongue buried inside me, and as I felt my warm fluids start I could hear her swallowing all of my juices, her fingers continuing their slow fucking of my ass. She continued to lick and probe until I was completely clean at which point I was on the verge of a second orgasm. Tiffany's plan dawned on me about half a second before she did it. Just as I felt my insides tighten up and my orgasm break Tiffany wrenched her fingers from my ass amplifying the sensations. My legs folded up like a pretzel as my entire body shook, but Tiffany being the evil bitch she is wasn't quite done with me. Pushing three fingers into my pussy she began to fuck me with her hand as I stretched around her. I was so wet her fingers met no resistance as they moved inside me. Adding a fourth finger I could feel my pussy really stretched around her hand, but I knew if she gave a hard push I couldn't stop her from fisting me. I don't know if it was the look on my face or what, but I felt her pull her fingers out of me before lying at my side and taking me into her arms. I don't know how long we cuddled like that, but the spasms from my orgasms had long passed before we untangled from each other. I wasn't sure if or how this was going to work between us, but I knew for the moment I was happy. "So," Mike's voice boomed through the room, "I'm glad to see you two made up. Do I get to tell my friends about my smoking hot bi sister and her equally hot girlfriend finally?" Startled by his sudden appearance we both grabbed pillows and flung them at him before climbing off my bed. "Fuck Mike," I said pulling my clothes back on, "you need to wear a fucking bell or something. I'm getting tired of you sneaking up on us like that." Pulling on my shorts I decided to tease Mike by turning my back to him and feign difficulties pulling them over my ass. "Sara," Mike chuckled his apparent interest obvious, "keep doing that and you will have no problem finding a place to hang a bell. Seriously though I want to know, have you two worked everything out? Oh and I brought food." A short while later we found ourselves out back sitting around the patio table relaxing having polished off the fish tacos Mike had brought. I was glad they were both here as I wanted to tell them what Elisa had said. As I started to open my mouth Tiffany jumped in, "Sara, I'm so sorry about last night. You acted like you did trying to protect me and I was just trying to hurt you. I never did explain why I didn't tell you to leave. It's because I don't want you to go. I love you too much to make you leave." "Thank you," I told her taking her hand in mine, "and don't worry I understand what you mean, just because I'm in love with you doesn't mean I expect you to feel the same." A noise somewhere between a choke and a gurgle came from Mike causing Tiffany and I both to stare at him. "Everything ok over there," I asked Mike. "Oh yeah just peachy," he said the obvious sarcasm dripping from his words, "Tiffany why did you give Sara mom's ankle bracelet? The real reason." From the look on her face Tiffany was stunned he would ask, but Mike sat there resolute that she would answer. "Sara," Mike said turning towards me, "did Tiffany explain the whole story about the day she got this house and why she hates the rain?" Hates the rain? She said she loved the rain. Looking at Tiffany I could see the pain in her face. "Mike you fucking son of a bitch," Tiffany said as the tears flowed down her face. I had wanted to know why she was so melancholy about the day she got the house, but not like this. "I hate the rain because on the same day, in the same monsoon, fuck even about the same time as I was getting this house our parents were killed. They hit a patch of water on the freeway and hydroplaned into a concrete pillar. They were killed instantly." I was at a complete loss for words; I thought it might have been something sad, but nothing like this. I gave her hand a tight squeeze in support. Taking a few minutes to gather herself she continued, "Growing up I had always loved my mom's collection of ankle bracelets. She never really wore much jewelry, but always had the prettiest ankle bracelets on, like it was her little secret. There was one in particular I always loved and she said I could have it when I graduated nursing school. She was wearing it the day she was killed and I could never bring myself to wear it." When she slumped over crying I wrapped my arms around her and just held on. "Seeing you lying there in the hospital," Tiffany said, the streaks from her tears slowly drying in the hot July night, "having come so close to losing you. So close to losing someone else I loved on a fucking rainy day, I decided I wanted you to have her ankle bracelet so every time you saw it you would think of me." Pulling Tiffany to her feet I pulled her into my arms and soon felt Mike's arms wrap around us both. With everything that had gone on tonight I decided to wait before I mentioned the extended life bit. I'll just enjoy my time with Tiffany while I can. It was late when we finally kicked Mike out of the house. I knew Tiffany and I had a lot to talk about, but tonight was not the night. Changing into my pajamas I went to find Tiffany and found her staring at her unmade bed, fresh tears on her face. Wrapping my fingers into hers I pulled her into my room before telling her, "I want you to stay with me tonight; just us together, nothing else." Pulling her into bed I clicked off the light and snuggled close. Tiffany was still in my arms when the morning came. Propping myself up on my elbow I couldn't help but stare down at her, brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face. I knew what we had planned for the day, but I wasn't sure how things were going to work between us with yesterday's revelations. "You're thinking too hard," Tiffany said startling me, "your face crunches up when you do that." Well it's nice to know some things haven't changed, I've heard that all my life. "Sara, there is something we need to discuss before our guests arrive," Tiffany said, "Are you wanting us to be in a completely exclusive relationship with everything that means?" Her question wasn't really a surprise as I had been wondering the same thing. Was I ready for that? I mean it wasn't until recently I had any interest in anything other than women so I suppose technically I'd been a lesbian most of my life, but I wasn't interested in just women any more was I? I certainly enjoyed being stuffed with cock so was I ready to give that up? Fuck I can't win can I? I tell Tiffany how I feel only to discover that creates more problems than I had in the first place. "Sara, you're doing it again," Tiffany said breaking me from my reverie, "It's really not as hard as you're making it. I love you, but I don't think either of us is quite ready to give up on cock just yet. Toys are nice, but they can't fill your pussy with cum now can they." "Not any that I've seen," I told her laughing, "and you're right I don't think I'm quite ready to stop with guys just yet. Besides, I think you like the taste of pussy too much to just settle for mine at the moment. So we acknowledge we are together but we are still having fun with other people and no jealousy." "Sounds perfect," Tiffany said, her fingers running along the side of my face, "although I think your bed is more comfortable than mine. Guess I'll sleep in here and we can save my bed for entertaining; unless you don't want me to sleep in here." "Tiffany," I said leaning down to kiss along her neck, "I don't care where we sleep as long as we do it together although I think we both overdressed for bed." I continued to nibble on her neck until finally she pushed me away. "Sometimes you are such a guy. We have to get ready for our guests," she said, "and if I let you continue we will never get out of bed." Rolling herself out of bed Tiffany headed to her room and I decided to grab a shower. The rest of the morning was spent cleaning up in anticipation of our guests. It was early afternoon when we heard a knock on the door. Tiffany and I had both changed into our bikinis, but we had cotton shorts on as well. Opening the door we quickly invited the two people standing there inside. They were both dressed casually in shorts and t-shirts, but they were as different as night and day. Tom Rodgers towered over all three of us and appeared to be in his mid to late forties with salt and pepper hair and piercing blue eyes. His rookie partner Kim Jones was a stunning petite blonde about my height with green eyes and was carrying a tray of something that smelled spicy. "I hope you like hot wings," Kim said setting her tray on the kitchen counter, "Although I think I over did it on the spices they shouldn't be too hot." I could feel my pussy getting soaked just listening to her sweet Texas drawl. "Thanks for inviting us over. I haven't been in town very long and Tom keeps after me to get out and meet people," she said. Her smile was stunning and I'm sure Tiffany and I were both looking at her like a tasty treat. "Well part of the job is to get out and meet people," Tom said, his instructor mode kicking in, "and you can't meet people sitting at home reading the Arizona Revised Statutes all weekend." I couldn't help but chuckle to myself as this seemed like an old argument. "Well I hope you both brought swimsuits," Tiffany chipped in with a big smile on her face, "we checked the pool earlier and the waters perfect." Tiffany was supposed to have told them to bring suits, but intentionally had neglected to do so. Seeing the looks on their faces told me they hadn't brought any, perfect. "Oh crap, did I forget to mention the pool," Tiffany added her lower lip out in a slight pout, "sorry just so used to having it I never think about it." "Oh its ok," Kim said, her body language showing her disappointment, "I'll just stick my feet in; it'll be fine." "Nonsense," I said grabbing her hand, "Kim you come with me and we'll see if I have anything that might fit. Tiffany you can take Tom and see if there is anything over here he might fit into." Sometimes I can't help but crack myself up, seeing the look on Tiffany's face she knew I wasn't talking about him fitting in his swim trunks. Pulling her down the hallway I quickly had her in my room and locked the door behind us. "You really don't have to find a swimsuit for me," Kim said jumping up on my bed, "I really don't mind." As I dug through the boxes of clothing for swimsuits she started telling me about herself. She was raised in a small Texas town and had been the family princess so everyone was shocked when she left to become a cop in Arizona instead of some Texas socialite. Finally, with three suits in hand I set them on the bed. "Ok strip," I said, a huge smile crossing my face. I really was trying for a non-creepy smile, but not sure how effective I was. Seeing how big her eyes got I was starting to realize just how innocent the young officer really was. "So you can try on the suits," I added quickly, "you need to get undressed to try on the suits." "Oh ok," she said, trading places with me as I hopped on the bed to watch. As she stood with her back to me I could see the blush of her embarrassment creeping across her neck in the mirror. "Sorry," she said her blush getting deeper, "even in the academy I wasn't really comfortable getting undressed in front of other people. I guess I just don't like my body very much." Climbing off the bed I went and stood behind her, my hands resting on her hips. "Kim," I said softly in her ear, "I can't see anything about your body that there isn't to like." Slipping my fingers under her shirt I pulled it up and off of her, dragging my fingers across her skin. Reaching down I unsnapped her shorts and sliding my fingers along her skin lowered them taking her underwear as well. Standing up I kept my fingers on her feeling the goose bumps form. Finally unhooking her bra I slipped it off. Kim's blush had spread to her entire body as she tried covering herself. "Kim," I said, pulling her arms to her side, "your body is fantastic. You have absolutely nothing to be unhappy with. What is it you don't like?" I kept running my fingers along her arms watching her nipples pucker and harden. Looking in the mirror I could see her eyes were partially closed and her mouth open. "My breasts are too small," Kim said after a bit, "guys always seem to like women with large breasts." Covering my hands with hers she pulled them so I could feel her nipples in my palms. "If I had breasts like yours I wouldn't have lost my boyfriend," she said, "the girl he left me for was at least a D cup, mine are barely over a B." I really wanted nothing more than to throw her on the bed and ravish her body, but there were other priorities right now. "Kim," I said stepping away from her, "not every guy likes large breasts. I know it looks like that in the movies, but it's just not true." Now that I had a better view of her body I handed her a suit that should fit. "Please trust me on this," I told her as she got dressed, "I have a somewhat unique perspective." Even having just seen her naked the red bikini made Kim look even sexier. Walking back out to the kitchen Kim seemed surprised that Tom and Tiffany were not back yet. We chatted for a few minutes before Kim started to get concerned. "They seem to be taking a long time, do you think everything is ok," Kim asked. "Oh I'm sure everything is fine," I told her as I pulled a couple of beers from the fridge, "knowing Tiffany she's probably just sucking his cock." Popping open my beer I watched as Kim processed what I said. "She's doing what," Kim said, rather loudly I might add, "she's sucking his..." She just seemed to trail off for some reason, but I thought I had a pretty good idea why. "Cock," I said walking close to her and putting my hand on her arm, "she's sucking his cock. Tiffany and I are extremely grateful to you for saving my life and we wanted to show you just how grateful we are. Do you want to see?" Her mouth just sort of fell open as her brain appeared to go into some sort of lock, but eventually I noticed a small nod. Taking her hand I led her to Tiffany's door and pushed it open. Her eyes grew wide as she took in her partner's well-built form. He wasn't heavily muscled, but there was no question that he worked out regularly. His tan appeared to be all over, but it was hard to tell with the blonde head bobbing up and down his cock. He didn't seem to notice us standing there as his eyes were mostly closed, his large hands holding Tiffany's head. "Tom how could you," Kim suddenly cried out. I moved behind Kim and started to caress her arms again. Watching Tom's eyes open neither he nor Tiffany appeared to have the slightest interest in stopping. "I told you this job is about people," Tom moaned as Tiffany massaged his balls, "sometimes people can be very grateful and you will enjoy the job quite a bit more if you let them be grateful." Tom then closed his eyes again to enjoy Tiffany's skilled mouth. Kim was rather taken aback by his statement and still seemed to be out of sorts. I continued to caress her arms when she started then stopped to take a step forward. I quickly untied my bikini top and pressed my nipples into her back, the cold metal of my rings making her jump. Holding her hips I whispered in her ear, "You're wondering what he tastes like aren't you? Wondering how he would feel in your mouth?" I gave her a gentle nudge and she started moving forward. Walking next to her she moved next to Tiffany and surprisingly knelt down on her own. Without taking his cock out of her mouth Tiffany scooted over to make room with Kim between us. Popping his cock out of her mouth Tiffany offered him to me and I couldn't resist. Opening wide I took most of his cock in my mouth and began sucking hard and fast. "Jesus Christ," Tom yelled at the unexpected change in stimulus. I couldn't help but moan at the feel of the smooth skin under my tongue, his precum flowing into my mouth. I continued sucking for a few moments before pulling my mouth off and offering him to Kim. "Tom," Kim said causing him to look down. I could see she was staring up at him and his eyes grew even wider as she took him in her mouth. Keeping her eyes locked on his she started slowly working him in and out. Apparently it was women she got nervous about because she was working his cock like a pro. Reaching over I untied Kim's bikini since I had no doubt they would be fucking shortly. "Girls," Kim said taking him out of her mouth. Holding her mouth open she began stroking his cock as Tiffany and I pressed against her. Tom was staring down at the three open mouths when his first blast of cum hit Kim and I in the cheek, quickly moving his cock the next covered Tiffany's forehead and nose. Two more large shots of cum quickly covered the three of us before Kim sucked his head back into her mouth. Squeezing his cock she worked the last of his cum out, swallowing greedily. Sitting back on her heels I don't think she was expecting Tiffany and me to start cleaning his cum off of her face. I've come to accept that its part of the way Gandalf wired me because Tom's cum was deliciously sweet like every other time I've tasted it, no matter whose it was. With Tiffany and me cleaning her face of cum Kim quickly found herself on her back sandwiched between us. The confident sexy cock sucker quickly vanished as we began to explore her body. Her reactions were tentative at first, but soon her body began to respond, her moans growing louder, as Tiffany and I sucked and nibbled on her neck. Almost in concert we started to pinch and twist her nipples drawing loud moans from Kim's mouth. Moving lower I started swirling my tongue around her nipple, flicking and biting it. I was enjoying the sounds of Kim's moaning when it was suddenly cut off, glancing up I saw that Tiffany and Kim were involved in a passionate kiss. Oh yes she was responding nicely. Working my way lower I kissed along her stomach before reaching the tops of her thighs. She was keeping her legs were pressed together so I continued to place kisses all along her stomach and thighs, kissing through sparse blonde hair. "Open wide Kimmie, Sara wants a taste before Tom fills that pussy with his tasty cock." Her moan and the sudden spreading of her legs told us she definitely was in favor of the idea. As much as I wanted to dive right in I thought a little teasing was in order first. With the scent of her arousal filling my nose I settled myself between her legs and reaching out with my tongue started slowly dragging it across her skin. I had to fight with myself to maintain control as I could see the beads of moisture from her arousal forming on her inner lips. I flicked and dragged my tongue everywhere, but where she really wanted me, her hips lifting trying to get me where she wanted. "Sara," Tiffany said as gently sucked Kim's nipples, "I don't think our Kimmie likes you teasing her like that. Do you Kimmie? You don't want to be teased do you? You should tell Sara what you really want." Transformation Ch. 08 This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission I would like to thank my editor ArilynWriter for her awesome assistance in helping to clean up the mess that my writing can sometimes be. ***** I could feel the goosebumps across my skin as the freezing cold water sprayed into my hair and down my body, the tile wall cool against my forehead. I must have been standing under the nozzle for at least an hour and the hot water was long since gone, my hands and feet wrinkled and tender. Finally twisting the knob I shut the water off and stepped out the shower, snagging a towel off the rack. Wrapping my hair up in the towel I walked out into my bedroom and stood in front of the fan enjoying the feeling of the water evaporating off my skin. Glancing at the bed I couldn't help smiling as I recalled the previous night's activities as I was finally able to surprise Tiffany and tie her down. For two hours I tortured and teased her using feathers, leather, hot wax, and a little ice. Unlike when I was tied up I didn't bother with the gag or blindfold. I wanted her to see what was coming and I wanted to hear every little gasp and moan. The red ropes still tied to the head and footboard lay crumpled on the floor as a pleasant reminder. It had been a week since I'd watched my jeep burn to the ground in the Lucky's parking lot and the money from my insurance company was supposed to have been deposited by today. It had only taken the fire department investigator about a minute to determine the cause as arson with the remains of a road flare sitting on the driver's side floorboard. The couple of witnesses said they saw two girls around the jeep, but didn't think anything of it until it burst into flames. At least from the description I was able to tell the police who the second person was. Tina was Heather's best friend and was supposed to have been her maid of honor. I wonder if Heather knows she wasn't the only one I fucked the week we got engaged. Yeah, I was a bit of a man whore. Devin was going to be picking me up around eleven to drive me to the dealership so I had almost an hour to kill. Tiffany had been picked up by Mike earlier this morning to go visit their grandparents. I was a little disappointed that I wasn't invited, but I understood why. It only took me a few minutes to pick out my clothes, but I was in no hurry to get dressed. Taking a couple of minutes to make the bed I could still smell Tiffany's intoxicating scent wafting from sheets; we had been sharing my bed since the previous weekend and had made love every night. This would be the first time in a week I'd slept alone as Tiffany wasn't due back until tomorrow. Crawling into the bed I closed my eyes and wrapped myself in the delicious scent. The cool air from my fan combined with my damp skin soon caused little waves of pleasure to flow through me as my nipples, already kept hard from the piercings, twisted and stood up even further. My breath, calm and relaxed to this point, quickened as my hands started to explore, caressing the soft skin. Up and across my belly and between my breasts my fingers danced across the skin before cupping my breasts. Running my fingers across my nipples I could feel every little bump and ridge of my half dollar sized areola. I'd never really explored my body, but this seemed like a perfect time. My eyes drifting shut; wrapped in the embrace of Tiffany's scent I began to picture her body above me. I could feel her hands on me; cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples, twisting the golden rings. Her mouth and her tongue flicking and licking me causing me to writhe in pleasure. "Oh god," I moaned as my hand drifted down between my legs, my middle finger running between the moist lips. I kept the pressure light not wanting to penetrate too deeply just yet as I explored, the moisture clinging to my finger. Dragging my finger along the length of my slit I jumped as the sensations screamed through my body when I brushed my clit. It was tempting focus on my clit, but I wanted more than that. Moving my hand back down I pushed my finger deep inside me as I twisted my nipple. "Hmmm yes," I called out, my moaning filling the room. Pinching and twisting my nipples I slid a second finger into my pussy, my hips lifting off the bed. I started out slowly, but in time my fingers were plunging in and out, the squelching of my juices easily heard. As my hand clutched the sheets I could feel the pressure building in my lower abdomen. Pulling my fingers out I began to rub my clit in fast circles as my free hand pulled on my nipple ring. As the orgasm broke over me the muscles in my stomach clenched and I was sitting up as my pussy spasmed around my fingers. Finally collapsing back on the bed with my breath coming in heaving gasps I slowly dipped my fingers back into my pussy before bringing them to my mouth sucking them clean. "That has to be the sexiest thing I have ever seen," Devin said leaning against the doorway. I should have been mad, but the haze off my orgasm just had me too relaxed. "Sorry Mike told me where the spare key was at and when you didn't answer my knocking I just let myself in," Devin said, "We still have a few minutes before we should leave." I was incredibly relaxed, but was suddenly in the mood for something more. "Devin," I said sitting up on the side of the bed, "come here." I'm sure he thought I wanted some help getting up, but that wasn't the case. Walking to the side of the bed he held out his hand in expectation of me getting up. "I'm going to give you a choice," I said smiling lustily up at him, "you can either help me up and we can go or you can unzip those jeans and let me suck your cock; your choice, Devin." I'm surprised it took as long as it did for him to decide. The fact that Devin wasn't wearing any underwear made me laugh as his hard cock sprang out as soon as he undid the buttons. Really guys if you're going to go commando in jeans get button fly, far less chance of permanent damage. Grabbing his wrists I put them behind his back. "You don't get to touch," I said as I slowly stroked him, "if I feel your hands I stop and will not restart, understand?" I didn't wait for him to respond before running my tongue across the head and swirling it around. I knew we had things to do, but I wanted to enjoy this and Devin was already moaning wonderfully. Keeping my tongue out I ran it around the crown encircling the ridge before flicking the very tip to get a taste of his precum. I savored the flavor as it flowed onto my tongue before lifting his cock to lick down the shaft. Gently sucking the underside of his shaft I worked my way closer to his balls. Even though most everything about me now comes from Gandalf's little rewire job I've decided I really don't care, I love the feel of Devin's cock against my lips and tongue. The soft smooth skin over the iron hard shaft feels and tastes so good; I love sucking cock. Pushing Devin back a step I dropped down to my knees to get a better angle at his balls. "Fuck that's good," he moaned as I ran my tongue around his sack. Pulling them into my mouth one at a time I sucked gently rolling them around on my tongue. Releasing his balls I ran my tongue along his length before taking the head back into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. Gently nipping at the head to get his attention, I stared up at Devin as I worked most of his cock into my mouth before sealing my lips and beginning a slowly rhythm of heavy suction. Wrapping my hand around the base of his cock I began to vary the way I was sucking him, sometimes slow and deep others fast and shallow. I was impressed at how long Devin was lasting as I'd been sucking him for at least fifteen minutes and he was just now showing signs he was close. After a couple more minutes I knew he was almost done so I pulled off his cock. "Where do you want to cum," I asked slowly stroking him, "on my face or in my mouth." "In your mouth," he moaned drawing ever closer, "I want to see you swallowing my cum." Resting back on my heels I released his cock and looked up at him. "Jerk off into my mouth," I said holding my mouth open as I waited. Quickly grasping my meaning he grabbed his cock and resting the head on my bottom lip began to stroke. It only took him three or four strokes before I felt his cum splashing into my mouth and I waited patiently as he squeezed out every last drop. I knew he was finally done when he stumbled slightly as he backed up. With my eyes locked on his I closed my mouth and swallowed; only opening so I could show him my mouth was empty. "Fuck, you are amazing you know that," Devin said as he stuffed his cock back into his jeans, "I really need to find a girlfriend like you." "Devin, I think you will find that getting a girl who enjoys sex as much as I do isn't that hard," I told him as I got dressed in my usual daisy dukes and tank top outfit, "you're a really sweet guy who got a really bad deal from a cunt. You will find someone far more amazing than me. That's the least you deserve." I was brushing my hair in the mirror when Devin came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Sara," he said pulling me back against him, "what if I don't want anyone else." Oh fuck me this was going to be a disaster because I like Devin, but as a friend nothing more. I was going to be forced to friend zone him. Ok maybe not the traditional friend zone since I still plan on fucking him, but close. I was going to have to be blunt about this. Turning in his arms I reached up and took his face in my hands. "Devin," I said looking up into his eyes, "Tiffany and I are together and we love each other. I know that's not what you want to hear, but it's the truth." I could see the pain in his eyes and it's something I never will forget. "I can be your friend, but that's it. Well maybe not entirely just that unless you have other friends who love sucking your cock and having you bend them over and fuck them." The pain retreated some and a smile came to his face. "No, I can definitely say I don't have any other friends quite like that," Devin said, his hands cupping on my ass, "So you and Tiffany huh? Any chance I could watch?" The smile on his face had grown to a full on shit eating grin. "No, Devin, I'm sorry; you won't be able to watch," I said pausing several long moments watching his face fall, "but joining in is a completely different matter." Guys are so easy to mess with sometimes. Isn't it funny how some people you can almost, quite literally, see the wheels turning in their head. That was the look on his face as he processed what I said and quickly the lopsided grin returned. Extracting myself from his arms I slipped into my sandals and bent over to do the straps. I felt Devin's hands on my hips as he pressed his crotch against me, his rock hard cock easily felt through the denim. "This is what you do to me Sara," he said grinding hard against me causing my pussy to flood, "I'm like this all the time around you." There was something in the way he was asserting his dominance that I really liked, and I was forced to fight with myself as part of me really wanted to let him just take me right there. Standing up and stepping away we were both breathing heavily and I raised my hand as he moved towards me. "Devin, stop," I said fighting through the haze of my lust, "not right now ok. I have things I need to get done today, but I promise you we will come back to this." I really hoped he wouldn't push the issue as I had no illusions about my ability to say no. If he had any inkling how turned on I was he would be fucking me in twenty seconds flat. "Alright," Devin said adjusting his cock in his jeans, "let's get going then." I was so fucking wet I'm surprised I wasn't leaving a trail on the ground. I made a quick phone call to confirm the deposit then we were off. The drive to the dealership was just long enough I was able to get myself focused and my mind clear although it certainly helped that Devin kept his hands to himself. The way Devin was asserting himself earlier didn't feel all that different from Tiffany's control even though I was able to tell him no. I really need to find an outlet other than sex for my excess energy. "Devin pull over," I suddenly yelled my hands pointing like a little kid in a toy store, "Pull over right there." We were almost to the dealership when I had spotted a bikini bike wash going on in front of the Harley Davidson dealer. I'm pretty certain I scared the crap out of Devin based on how he suddenly swerved and had to slam on the brakes to make the turn. Pulling into a parking spot he didn't say anything, but just glared at me for a moment. "Sorry," I said somewhat sheepishly, unable to hide the big grin crossing my face. Climbing out of the truck I wasn't sure what I wanted to look at first; the awesome looking bikes or the group of sexy ass girls in the bikinis. Deciding to get my bike fix first we walked into the dealership the cold air from the air conditioning making my nipples even more prominent under the thin tank top. We had managed to pick the entrance for the clothing section and I instantly knew I was going to owe Devin for I was about to do something very female: shopping. I'm sure Tiffany would have been proud of me the way I dragged Devin around the section picking out t-shirts and tank tops and all different assortments of clothes. I had already made the decision I was getting a bike today so I was also trying on jeans and boots everything I could think of. I must have spent a good forty five minutes just trying everything on, but since I was also getting underwear as well I made sure Devin, and well anyone else in the area, got a good show. In the end I decided I was getting everything I had picked out, which made Devin's eyes almost pop out of his head when, Lisa according to her name tag, rang it all up. "Hey Sara," Devin said as the girl was checking everything out, "there is a guy over in the other area who looks a lot like that picture you have on your bookshelf." This caught my attention as the picture he was referring to was of me in my dress blues. Leaning back so I could look around him I saw Aaron, Heather's ex and my almost twin, talking with some people. What surprised me was the fact he was wearing a dealership shirt and appeared to work here, although everyone has to work somewhere and I can easily think of worse places. "Oh that's Aaron," I told Devin, "Heather's ex-boyfriend. I didn't know he worked here until you pointed him out." "He's yummy," Lisa said as she finished bagging all my stuff, "and I hear he's got amazing hands; although, from what I hear, his ex is running from the cops for almost beating some girl to death for sleeping with him. Heather was a basket case anyways. I hated when she would come in here to see him." "Lisa," I said smiling as I gathered up all my bags, "I can assure you of a couple of things. You're absolutely right about Heather being a complete psycho, and yes, Aaron does have amazing hands, along with other appendages. The three weeks I was in the hospital were almost worth it, but she also burned my jeep to the ground." This wasn't the best choice of things to say in front of Devin. Had I been paying more attention, I would have seen the anger flare in Devin's eyes. I didn't realize exactly what was going on until I saw Lisa's eyes grow wide and here Devin yell, "It's your fault she got hurt you son of a bitch." Spinning around I saw Devin facing off with Aaron who looked as if he was recovering from being pushed. Confusion reigned on Aaron's face until his eyes caught me as I crossed the store heading towards them. I was pissed; pissed because I had talked to Devin about this already, and thought we had it worked out. Pissed because I didn't need Devin getting in a rage at someone who is not to blame. Pissed because I don't need someone defending me. I could feel my anger rising as I crossed the room, and I could see the two of them starting to get into it. Personally I don't blame Aaron in the slightest for defending himself. I felt a large hand wrap around my wrist in an attempt to keep me out of the way. It didn't work as I was able to pull my hand away as if his grip was nothing. Everything seemed to go into slow motion for me as I approached them. I saw Aaron begin to throw a punch that seemed to be crawling through the air as I stepped between them. Reaching out I intended to simply separate them by pushing them apart; as with many things in my life this did not go as planned. As my palms touched their chests everything suddenly jumped to full speed and my gentle separating push dropped them both onto their collective asses. They both stared up at me and the silence in the room was deafening. I knew I had moved faster than by any rights I should have and I was already well aware of my strength when I get angry. Standing there between them I realized I had not even exerted myself in the slightest; my breath was calm and easy and my heart only slightly elevated. "Get the fuck up off the floor the two of you," I said my gaze traveling from one to the other, "Devin, I don't know exactly what the fuck you were trying to accomplish, but it fucking failed miserably. Aaron, I'm sorry, and once Devin pulls his head out of his ass I'm sure he will be apologizing and explaining what exactly has his panties in such a fucking knot." The room was still quiet after my little tirade until one of the grizzled old bikers waiting for his bike to finish being serviced decided to speak up. "Someone remind me never to piss her the fuck off," he said, "she is an old school biker bitch." Since I was fully intending on riding out of here I had changed and instead of daisy dukes and sandals I was in black leather with boots, my tight black tank top the same as I wore in. The entire room cracked up at his comment, myself included, and I stalked off to cool down and look at the bikes. It didn't take me long to decide on a bike, but I had to laugh as the salespeople were all going out of their way to give me as much space as I wanted. Looking over at the boys it appeared at least they were talking so I waved Aaron over. "So, do you boys have your testosterone in check finally," I asked as they both came over. "Sara," Devin quickly said, "I'm sorry. I heard what you said and I just lost my head for a minute." I could see he was going to get himself in a twist again and decided to defuse it. Walking over to him I reached up and pulled Devin's mouth to mine. Pushing my tongue into his mouth I explored as his hands took a hold of my waist. I'll say one thing for the men in my life, not a single one is a bad kisser. Finally breaking away from Devin I stepped over to Aaron and pulling him against me repeated the kiss. "Devin," I said finally stepping away from Aaron, "it's over ok, just let it be. I'm healed and healthy and in the mood to buy a bike, so let me do that before anything else happens." Walking through the bikes I finally came to the one I wanted, a 2002 Night Train. "That one right there," I told Aaron, "how long to add saddle bags and get her prepped to go?" "Let me get a couple of guys to pull it out and they can get started," he said waving a guy over, "if you can show me which bags you want we can start the paperwork while they set it up." Pointing to the bags and mount I wanted Aaron showed them to the prep guys. I was going to need to call Rick as I was still going to be getting a replacement jeep, just not today. The paperwork didn't take as long as Aaron thought simply because I was buying outright, not financing, so he called a sandwich place he liked and ordered us lunch. Transformation Ch. 08 "Your bike is getting washed right now and will be ready in a few minutes," Aaron said a short while after lunch, "The girls will take good care of it for you." Stepping outside I could see the girls indeed were taking good care of the bike; grinding on it and having a good time. Once they finished up Aaron handed me the keys. "She's all yours," he said seeing me grin from ear to ear. I felt like a kid in a candy store. Growing up I had learned to ride on the sly as my parents didn't want me anywhere near a motorcycle, and once I turned eighteen I had borrowed a bike for the license test. So, like the jeep, this was a special moment for me. I was pretty sure Tiffany was going to freak out. Devin agreed to bring my stuff over later on after I finished the ride I wanted to go on, and I think he was looking forward to a conclusion from earlier. Seeing the two of them standing there got an idea running through my head I wanted to explore. "Aaron," I asked as I was getting ready to pull out of the parking lot, "what time do you get off work?" "I'm off at five thirty tonight, why," he asked. "Simple," I said as I slipped on my shades, "I'll be expecting you and Devin over around six. You two are going to help me burn off some energy tonight." Pulling away I could see the old biker from earlier giving me a thumbs up. The feeling of freedom as I rode was incredibly relaxing and I felt all my stress from over the last few weeks just melt away. I really hadn't been paying much attention to where I was going and soon found myself out of the blazing heat and surrounded by trees. Looking around I couldn't believe I'd made it to Flagstaff, I would have to head back shortly if I was going to be ready by seven. I rode around for a bit before topping off my tank and jumping back on the I-17, heading back into Phoenix. "Need a lift," I asked about twenty minutes later. She appeared to be in her early twenties with her long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her tank top and shorts did nothing to hide the curves they covered and only accentuated her large breasts and flat stomach. Her well-worn boots spoke of miles of walking, but she was traveling light with just a small backpack. She seemed surprised I had stopped as she wasn't actively hitchhiking, but something told me she needed a ride. "Oh, yes please," she said quickly walking towards the bike, "I'm heading to my brothers place in Tempe, but anywhere closer than here is a blessing. I'm Kelly by the way." "Sara," I replied, "I live in Tempe so getting you there isn't going to be a problem. Go ahead and hop on. Where in Tempe does he live?" She gave me the main cross streets and it didn't seem to be that for from me. Climbing onto the back of the bike she wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed herself against me. The warmth of her body was going to be distracting, but in an oh-so enjoyable way. The ride back to Phoenix seemed to fly by, and soon I was dropping Kelly off at her brother's place. It was a pleasant surprise for me when Karen came out of the house. "Kelly," she said not recognizing me just yet, "what are you doing here? I thought you were spending the summer in Oregon." "I was, but then mom's new boyfriend started hitting on me," she said, "I just grabbed my stuff and left. Forgot my phone, otherwise I would have called; been hitchhiking the whole way. Sara here picked me up in Flagstaff." "Sara, huh," Karen said crossing the yard towards me. Reaching the bike she lifted my chin with her hand and captured my lips with her mouth. Kissing her made me realize I really need to arrange for that threesome she wanted. Reaching out I grabbed Karen's ass pulling her close. We explored each other's mouths for long moments before she finally stepped away. "So, when are you going to come over so we can play," Karen asked me, "even if Rick isn't here you're more than welcome over. Are you doing anything tonight?" "As tempting as that offer is, I do have plans for tonight," I told her, "and will be out of town next weekend, but I definitely want to spend some time with you and Rick." "What are you up to tonight," she asked, "anything fun?" "Oh yes it should definitely be fun," I said starting the bike, "I have a couple of guys coming over tonight to help me burn off some energy." "Lucky bitch," Karen said laughing. "Alright well get out of here, don't want you to be late for that. You have my number so call me and we will set something up. Maybe we can get Kelly to play if Rick isn't here." "Definitely," I said as I pulled away. Getting home I had about forty minutes before the guys were going to arrive so I grabbed a quick shower to rinse off the road grime. Looking at my clothes I realized getting fully dressed was going to be a waste so I settled on a black G-string. Looking at myself in the mirror I started thinking about replacing some of the ink that vanished when I changed. Women with tattoos were pretty rare before I got changed, but I've been seeing more and more of them as of late. The sound of the doorbell ringing brought me out of my daydreaming. Taking one last look in the mirror I threw on my short black silk robe and headed to the living room. As soon as I opened the door Aaron and Devin pushed their way into the house. I wasn't expecting them to come barging in like that, so I found myself quickly back peddling, but wasn't quite fast enough. Grabbing me by my arms Devin pulled me back against his chest and held me there. Subconsciously I knew they were not out to hurt me since as I struggled I found I couldn't break free. "Don't think I don't know how wet you were earlier," Devin whispered in my ear, "I could feel the fire coming off your pussy when you were bent over, and now I'm going to have it." My juices instantly flooded my pussy and my moan was easily heard as he controlled my arms. As Devin controlled me I watched as Aaron locked the front door before walking over to me and opening my robe. Running his hand down the front of my body I was expecting him to slip his hand between my legs. Instead when his hand reached my G-string I was surprised when he violently ripped it off before pushing two fingers into me. "You were right," Aaron said as he roughly fucked me with his fingers, "she's completely soaked so you get to go first." My perspective suddenly changed when I felt Devin's hand release my arms only to push the middle of my back bending me over. Raising the back of my robe I felt his cock being rubbed against my wet lips. "Is this what you want Sara," Devin teased, "Is this what you wanted earlier for me to take you and fuck you?" I tried pushing back against him, but his grip was too strong. "If you want us to fuck you answer the question," Devin said. Standing in front of me I watched Aaron unzip his jeans and pull out his cock. It was as hard and thick as I remember, and looked delicious; I knew my mouth was watering. I knew they had me. I wasn't going to get what I wanted unless I gave them the answer they already knew. "Yes," I said, all but screaming. Anything else I was going to say got lost in the moan as Devin sank his cock into me. The feeling of my pussy being opened by that hot piece of steel was incredible as he gripped my hips and started thrusting hard into me. Feeling him fucking me, just taking me, like I wanted I started to cum almost immediately; my juices flowing over his cock. During the foursome with Tom he had been conserving energy, so it had been over a month since I've been truly fucked, and I was loving it. I didn't realize I was ignoring Aaron until I felt his cock push into my mouth. Feeling him wrap his fingers into my hair he began to fuck my mouth using Devin's rhythm. Soon they were both holding still just pushing me back and forth. I learned later that I had been what's called 'spit roasted'. It wouldn't be the last time. I think Aaron was really appreciating my lack of a gag reflex as his cock slid into my throat each time Devin pushed me forward. I didn't have the chance to taste him the night he snuck into my room, and now that I had my mouth around him I realized what a shame that was. The combination of smooth skin and hard flesh is something I will never get tired of, and I could feel every vein and bump with my tongue. "Fuck she is evil with that mouth," Aaron cried as I wrapped my tongue around his cock. "Do you want my ass this time Aaron," I said taking my mouth off his cock, "do you want to shove this monster into my tight little ass." The groan from Aaron was so loud you would have thought he had cum. As Devin continued to pound into my pussy I stroked Aaron's cock flicking the head with my tongue. I felt Devin's hand move around to my stomach, but wasn't ready for his sudden assault on my clit, his fingers rubbing it in tight little circles. I had been orgasming almost constantly since Devin started fucking me, but his assault on my clit set off an absolute explosion. "Oh holy fuck," I cried as Devin continued to manipulate my clit. I'm pretty glad Devin is as strong as he is because as the orgasm ripped through my body my legs involuntarily curled up leaving me suspended on his cock. Luckily I had just let go of Aaron's cock otherwise his night might have been cut short. Fortunately, Aaron moved closer and I was able to lean on him taking some of the pressure off of Devin. Leaning on Aaron my senses were flooded with the total maleness of his scent. I couldn't help myself from dragging my tongue across his skin and taking a small bite to get his taste. I also learned something right there, Aaron likes to be bitten. There was a primal fury behind the growl that emerged from Aaron's throat that caused me to only bite harder. I kept placing small bites across his chest until it got to be too much for him. "My turn," Aaron said in a voice that was as much growl as regular words. Lifting me off of Devin I found myself pinned to the wall, Aaron's swollen cock driving into me, his hands clutching my ass keeping my legs wide open. Something about the bites must have really gotten to him for his cock felt bigger and harder than I remembered. For long minutes he fucked me against the wall as I screamed and thrashed until he pulled me away and carried me to my bedroom. "I'm having that ass now Sara," Aaron said dropping me on the bed. Scrambling for the lube we kept in my nightstand I handed it to Aaron. "Devin lay down," I said patting the bed, "I want both of you. I need both of my studs hard cocks." I was saying this mostly for Devin's benefit as I had seen his face when Aaron had me pinned to the wall. Straddling Devin, I pulled him up to me and kissed him as I felt Aaron's fingers probe my ass, spreading the lube. I was moaning into Devin's mouth as I felt his cock inside me and Aaron's fingers opening my ass. Seeing Aaron move into position behind me Devin dipped his head down and caught a nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting hard. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," I screamed as the triple sensations sent me into overdrive. Grinding hard on Devin's cock only pushed Aaron deeper into my ass until I felt his hips against me. "Fuck," Aaron said working his cock in small strokes letting me get used to his size, "you weren't kidding about how tight her ass was." "I told you," Devin said, his tone positively conversational as his hands cupped my breasts his fingers pinching my nipples, "Oh and Sara, Aaron and I discussed it, and you should feel free to scream." Which I did; scream, moan, and swear; I did it all as they hammered into me. Several times Aaron adjusted his position to change the angle his cock drove into me and to change the sounds of my constant moaning. His hands repeatedly crashed down on my ass, the loud smack filling the room as I felt my ass growing red and warm from the repeated abuse. Not that it really hurt as each smack sent sensations directly to my pussy. I lost track of how many orgasms were ripped from my body as they used me as their own little fuck toy. Aaron came first, filling my ass with load after load of his hot cum, followed moments later by Devin. The feeling of these two men filling me with their seed was enough to trigger one more massive orgasm strong enough they both had to hold me so they didn't get hurt. Well other than the perfect sets of nail marks in Devin's chest. I do hope they don't scar too badly. We were resting on my bed, the guys laying side by side as I took turns sucking on their tasty cocks feeling them slowly harden in my mouth when the doorbell rang. "Ignore it," I said before going back to deep throating Aaron, "they can go away." A few minutes passed before the doorbell rang again, this time accompanied by a loud pounding on the door. "Son of a bitch," I said getting up, "don't move I'm not done with either of you yet." Walking out to the living room I threw on my robe and kicked the guys' clothes out of view. Looking out the small window I was surprised to see Kim and Tom standing at the door. "Hey guys what's up," I said opening the door, "didn't expect to see you tonight." One look at their expression told me this wasn't a social call. It's kinda funny the things that come to your mind. Standing there in my robe with two uniformed police officers standing at my door I suddenly flashed back to every cop show I had ever seen. This is what they did in every single one when they were informing people of a death. That it happened to be Tom and Kim delivering the news could only mean one thing. "Oh please god no," I cried out as I felt my heart smashed to pieces, "not Tiffany." My knees felt weak and I wanted to throw up. "No Sara, not Tiffany," Tom said using his cop voice, "I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you this. Your parents were involved in an accident early this afternoon up in Show Low. I'm sorry to say they died as a result of their injuries." I'm not really sure when I fell to the floor. All I know is one minute I was talking with Tom and Kim and the next I was looking up at Kim's face with Aaron and Devin standing behind her. "Easy," Kim said as I tried sitting up, "you smacked your head pretty good on the ground when you fainted." Oh yeah I could feel it where my head had hit. Slowly sitting up Kim helped me get over to the couch. "Heather," I asked Kim as my head started to clear and the physical pain receded. The tear in my heart wasn't going to be going away anytime soon. If that bitch was involved in this I was going to find her and tear her into little pieces with my bare hands. "Doesn't look like it this time," Tom said sitting on the couch next to me, "They were stopped for construction and a tour bus hit them from behind. Some other people were hurt, but your parents were the only fatalities." "I've called Mike," Devin said still looking yummy with just his jeans on, "He and Tiffany are going to head back and should be here in a couple of hours." "Thanks guys," I said pulling myself to my feet, "I really appreciate you coming to tell me. Sorry we only got to do one round. I guess I should go get changed." Kim followed me as I went down to my room. I'm pretty sure I wasn't going to be alone for the rest of the night, or for a while. Pulling a pair of jeans out of the drawer a thought suddenly crossed my mind. "Kim," I asked turning around slowly, "who else has been notified of my parent's death?" "No one as of yet," She said sitting back on my bed, "they had you listed as the primary point of contact from their work. Why do you ask?" Fuck, fuck, fuck, and fuck. I am so fucking screwed right now it's not even funny. There was not going to be an easy way out of this. "Kim are you and Tom still on duty," I asked pulling my jeans on and grabbing a shirt. "No," she said, "once we told them we were friends of yours and would deliver the news we were cut loose for the rest of the night." "Once Tiffany and Mike get here I need to talk to everyone about something," I said pulling my boots on, "do you guys want to go get changed and come back or just hang out." "What's going on Sara," Kim said suddenly going into cop mode, "are you in some kind of trouble?" "That remains to be seen, but I haven't broken any laws so just chill Kojak," I said as I headed back to the living room. "Did you seriously just call me Kojak," Kim said as we walked back into the living room, "Do I look like a big bald guy with a lollipop." "No you don't," I replied smiling for the first time since they showed up, "but I've seen you happily sucking on something like it was the best tasting lollipop ever, especially when you got to the secret center." Even in times like this I cope by making jokes. Most people think I am just a sarcastic asshole, but in truth I like making people laugh and at times the impression and the reality clash. At this point I was just happy I had not broken down in tears. I knew I would be a wreck later, but not yet. Stewing in my own thoughts I must have been just sitting there not moving for quite a while because everyone jumped when I stood up. Heading to the kitchen I started breaking out pots and pans as I was suddenly in the mood to cook. Growing up I always had the house to myself during the summer months while my parents were at work, so I had to learn to fend for myself. Cooking sausage, simmering sauce, and boiling water, I soon had the house smelling like Italian heaven. I always drop some seasoning into the water just to get the smell flowing through the house. It was almost nine when the doorbell rang. I had just stuck the garlic bread in the oven next to the lasagna and I froze as the sound echoed through the house. Kim and Tom had both left and come back, changing out of their uniforms. Aaron and Devin had set the table for me so as to not waste everything I was cooking. This was more cooking than I had done in a long time, but I needed to do something and the tree didn't deserve my abuse again. "I'll get it," Tom called from the living room, "are you expecting anyone this late?" "No," I said as he unlocked the door. The roar of noise that accompanied Tom's opening of the door would have knocked an elephant on its ass. "Where the fuck are they," a voice screamed, a voice I knew, the first and last voice I wanted to hear. "Where is that home wrecker Tiffany and her friend Sara? More importantly where the fuck is Rick," Jennifer yelled as she barged into the house, moving past Tom and into the kitchen. I don't really blame Tom as Jennifer always could be explosively loud and there was no way Tom was ready for it. As soon as I saw her I felt the dam burst and my tears started to flow as I moved towards her. I'm not sure what she expected when she showed up here, but it wasn't a distraught black haired woman clinging to her, balling her eyes out. Through my tears I could barely make out Tiffany and Mike coming through the front door as I felt Jennifer's arms close around me. I know she was only following a natural human reaction to being hugged, but it meant the world to me. Of course all of this was before I opened my mouth. "They're gone Jennibelle," I cried using my private nickname for her, "Mom and dad are gone." The arms that seconds ago seemed warm and welcoming suddenly stiffened and I felt myself being pushed away. I don't think either of us realized just how much I was leaning on her for as soon as she pushed away my knees gave out and I was in a heap on the floor. "Jennibelle why," I asked from the floor, not yet understanding what I had said. "What did you just call me," Jennifer said her anger rising, "how in the fuck do you know that name?" "She just lost her parents today Jennifer," Tiffany said getting into her face, "so whatever issues you think you might have are so not important right now. Yes, I know who you are and if you shut the fuck up you just might learn something, or leave, I don't care, but you don't get to come into my house and hurt Sara. You have no clue how important you are to her." Transformation Ch. 08 I felt Devin's arms wrap around me and lift me up, carrying me to the couch. Curled up in his lap I saw the anger in Jennifer's eyes as she stared at me. After a couple of minutes I felt good enough to stand and uncurled myself from Devin's lap. "Who the fuck are you," Jennifer asked glaring at me. The sudden dinging of the timer interrupted what I was going to say. "Son of a bitch," I said making my way into the kitchen. Reaching the oven I yanked it open and started to reach in without grabbing an oven mitt. "Oh hell no," I said yanking my hand back, "not doing that shit again; did that once trying to make a meatloaf, ended up with a slab of charcoal and my hand wrapped in bandages for a week." Grabbing a pair of mitts I pulled the food out of the oven and Kim and Tiffany helped me get it all on serving platters. "Please everyone have a seat and eat," I said, "Jennifer and I will be back in a few minutes. I have to deal with this first, but I promise I will explain everything then." Walking into my room her jaw dropped as she saw all of the stuff from my old life displayed. Going to the bed she picked up my mouse and looked over everything. "Rick isn't actually dead is he," Jennifer finally asked staring at the mouse, "I mean somehow Rick is you. That's it isn't it." "In the simplest terms yes," I said, "The how really isn't that important anymore. I started calling you Jennibelle our junior year of high school. You told me your parents were originally going to call you Jezebel, but at the last minute decided on Jennifer." As I talked I watched her eyes growing large. "Do you know your parents told everyone you died," she said walking over to me and taking my hands, "we held a wake and everything." Fuck, I didn't know about the wake. "I remember wrapping your hand after you burned it," she said examining my hands, "The scars are gone." "They said that because I asked them to," I said, "I figured I had been out of your lives for so long it would just be easier. If Keith hadn't shown up you would have never had a reason to think I was alive. I don't know what he told you, but that wasn't Tiffany's fault. We had a misunderstanding, my fault as usual, and I hurt her. She went out and brought him home in order to hurt me. If it hadn't been him it would have been someone else. Maybe that would have been better." I certainly wasn't expecting the slap. I had been in my share of fights in my time, but I can say Jennifer's slap certainly stung the worse. "You selfish bitch," she yelled directly into my face, "always thinking about yourself. When will you start thinking about other people first? Fuck, you're just like that useless cum bucket of a whore you almost married. Did you know she's wanted by the police? She put some chick in the hospital for sleeping with her boyfriend, used a tire iron on her." "It was a baseball bat not a tire iron," I said rubbing my jaw from the slap, "and she also burned my jeep to the ground." I've rarely seen Jennifer at a loss for words but this was one of those times. "Wait a second," she said as her laughter started to break through her anger, "it was you? You slept with her boyfriend? You're having sex with guys? She's trying to kill you and she was supposed to marry you." Her laughter was bordering on hysterical when she stopped suddenly. "He's here right now isn't he," she asked, "and he looks like you did? So you basically fucked yourself? Wow, really all I can say is wow." With that she walked out of the room and back to the dining room. As I walked back into the room I was surprised at the sudden silence. Looking around the room I could tell that they knew, now just to get their reaction. "Can I ask something really quick," Jennifer suddenly said pulling out a chair, "who here has had sex with Sara?" When everyone indicated they had Jennifer's eyes grew wide and she shook her head. "Still as much of a slut now as you were in high school, I see. Ok guys did she give you head any differently than any other woman," she asked. Devin and Mike nodded yes, but Aaron and Tom said no. "What was different," she asked looking at Mike and Devin. "She was better at it," Devin said. "That and the no gag reflex is pretty awesome. Sara, I don't regret anything that has happened and it doesn't change what I said earlier." Getting up from his chair Devin walked over and wrapped me in his arms soon followed by everyone else. Despite the sadness of today I found myself feeling surprisingly loved only reinforced when Tiffany slipped her hand into mine. "So what's the disaster you were talking about earlier," Kim asked as the group hug broke up. "Her family doesn't know she is alive," Tiffany said, "everyone thinks Rick died." "Sara," Tom said, "if you don't want to be involved we can take care of it. We'll just tell them the contact information was wrong. Kim can you call the station please." "On it," Kim said heading out to the back porch. I'm still in love with her Texas drawl. "It's not that I don't want to be involved," I said, "but the rest of the family is religious to the extreme and my situation just would not go over well." "She's right," Jennifer added, "I've met her cousins and they are all really hardcore. They would probably say she was possessed and needs an exorcism. Her parents were the opposite of pretty much everyone." "It's taken care of," Kim said coming back into the room, "they are sending officers to your mom's sister's house now." "I know what I said earlier about you being selfish but in this case it's the right call," Jennifer said, "I still remember your aunt when she found out you were screwing Emily. You could hear the screaming down the street. It was funny though, when your mom said she paid for the condoms." Despite the stress and emotional trauma of the day, or maybe because of it, we all found ourselves laughing hysterically. Eventually we all moved out to the patio and spent the next couple of hours just rehashing old stories from school. Having everyone knowing the truth I was able to relax more than I had since waking up and it felt wonderful. Eventually it grew late and people had to leave. Jennifer and I exchanged a long hug before she left and we promised to talk again later. Standing there with my arm around Tiffany I was sad to see her leave, but content in my new life. "She was in love with you," Tiffany said as we watched Jennifer pull away, "the old you." "What makes you say that," I asked, my curiosity peaked. "Once you convinced her of who you were," she said as we started walking back into the house, "did you see how she jumped to your defense. I hope you're not upset about Mike and me telling everyone. We just thought it would be easier on you for us to tell them." "Oh no, it's fine, I appreciate not having to tell the story multiple times," I said wrapping my arms around her by the front door, "I'm sorry you had to come home, but I'm happy you are here." Standing there with my arms around her I rested my head on her shoulder and felt my knees buckle as exhaustion finally caught up with me. Catching me Tiffany helped me take the short walk to our room and laid me out on the bed. Even fully dressed I was out within moments. The funeral was on Wednesday. Due to the severity of the injuries the family had decided to not have a viewing and skip ahead to the burial. Fortunately, my parents had purchased burial plots years ago so there was no squabbling over that. So, as the early morning sun burned down upon us, I watched my parents being lowered into the ground. Tiffany and I stood off to the side as I didn't want to stand with everyone else and have to explain why I was there. I was happy to see that Jennifer had shown up with her kids though. In my mind at least, she was there representing me. As the service ended and everyone made their way to the cars Jennifer caught up with us. "Well I never thought I would say this," Jennifer said with a small grin on her face, "but I think I'm jealous of how you look in that dress. I assume Tiffany picked it out." I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I knew the shot was coming as soon as I saw the grin. Tiffany had indeed picked the simple black dress and heels for me as I was still struggling with fashion choices. Seriously, who knew there were so many shades of black out there? "Yes Tiffany picked it out for me," I said chuckling, "but seriously thank you for coming. You have no idea how much it means to me." As we talked I watched her kids chase each other around her minivan. "Would you like to meet them," Jennifer asked. When Tiffany and I both nodded yes she called them over. "Rick, Amber, this is Sara and Tiffany," Jennifer said, "they are good friends of mine and I think we will be seeing a lot of them." Hi," Amber said in her sweet little six year old voice, "You're both really pretty. You're holding hands, are you lesbians? Daddy says girls who like other girls are called lesbians. I hold hands with my friends at school, but I don't think I'm a lesbian. Mom, its hot can you turn on the air conditioning in the van? I wore my pretty dress and I don't want it to get all sweaty." Personally I was more impressed with her ability to say all of that in one breath than her being able to say lesbians. Jennifer looked absolutely mortified. "No sweetheart Tiffany and I are not lesbians," I said kneeling down, "we care about each other very much, but we are not lesbians." "Ok," Amber said wrapping her arms around me in a quick hug. Detaching from me Amber gave Tiffany a hug before climbing into the minivan. "Rick," Jennifer said looking at her son, "can you come and say hi. Sorry sometimes he can be really challenging to get to talk." "Hi," Rick said walking right up to us, "Tiffany you have really pretty eyes. Mom, I'm going to get in the van now." This time Jennifer looked surprised at how quickly he talked to us. "I'm so going to kill Keith," Jennifer said once the kids were in the van, "of course I'll have to dig him out from wherever rock he is currently living under first." She explained that after Saturday night she had thrown him out and wasn't sure where he was. "You're kids are really great," Tiffany said, "Little Rick seems destined to be a real lady killer." "Trust me," Jennifer said chuckling before looking at me and growing serious, "the thought of him turning out like his father already keeps me up some nights. It's a real shame he never got the chance to meet him." I felt like one of those cartoon characters they show when their jaw hits the floor and rolls away. My eyes were completely popping out of my head as I stared her. "WHAT," Tiffany yelled in the now empty parking lot. I couldn't believe my ears. Yes, Jennifer and I had sex before I got engaged, but we had used a condom. I remember distinctly that she pulled the condoms out of her purse. "They all had holes in them," Jennifer said seeing the wheels turning in my head, "Your mom suggested I intentionally sabotage them in the hopes you would get me pregnant. Yes, we were trying to trap you, but just to get you away from Heather. She had bragged about snagging you before you came home. I knew you were in love with me and it scared the hell out of me to tell you I felt the same. I thought if I could force us together we would work it out. I'm sorry." Heather's baseball bat didn't hit me with as much force as Jennifer's words just did. From waking up as a woman, to losing my parents, and now discovering I had a son, it was just too much. I was seriously beginning to doubt my own sanity. Was this real or was I still in my coma having some sort of psychotic episode. Knowing my mom the fact that she would be involved was actually the least upsetting thing she had said. "Sara," Tiffany said resting her hand on my arm, "are you ok?" Feeling her hand on my arm instantly settled me and I found myself taking deep calm breaths. "Sorry, yeah, I'm ok," I said shaking my head, "it's just too much all at once." "I'm sorry," Jennifer said taking my hands, "I realized what an incredible hypocrite I was for slapping you for not telling everyone you were alive when I had never told anyone about Rick. I couldn't keep the secret from you any longer." "It's ok," I told her, "I was looking after myself. You were looking out for a child. That makes all the difference in the world." "Thank you Sara," Jennifer said giving me a hug, "it's been hard wrapping my mind around what happened to you. I find myself wanting to call you Rick, but you're not him, not anymore. It's obvious you have a new life and unless I'm mistaken a new love. Tiffany, take care of her for me please." "I will," Tiffany said, "you're welcome to come over whenever you want, although you might want to call ahead, just in case." "I'll keep that in mind," Jennifer said walking to her van, "although if you're going to be having studs over like were there on Saturday I may just have to let myself in. It seems I'll be getting back out on the market so I may have to borrow one of your men." How did my life ever get so screwed up? The woman who gave birth to the son I never knew about may want to borrow one of my guys. I had guys? I couldn't help but laugh as we climbed into Tiffany's car and headed home. "Sara, are you sure you want to do this," Tiffany asked for the fifth time in the last two days. We were loading our bags into the back of my new unburnt jeep. Ever since returning from the funeral Tiffany had been trying to convince me to skip the party this weekend and just stay home. The problem with that is I don't want to stay home and rest; I've been so stressed out over everything I just need to cut loose for a while. "Tiffany, I need this, okay? I need to completely cut loose and just have some fucking fun or fun fucking either way," I said climbing into the jeep, "stop worrying about me and let's go unleash our inner slut." The drive to Tucson took more than two hours thanks to all the construction on I-10. Driving through to the outskirts we came to a stop in front of a huge walled off house. The guys working the gate were big and mean looking and we had to wait while the car in front of us paid, but they waved us straight through. Parking the jeep we grabbed our bags and headed towards the house while it looked like most everyone else going around the side. The music coming from the back of the house seemed to echo off of everything. Tiffany had to pound on the door for a while before anyone decided to answer. A good looking older tan guy in board shorts opened the door and looked at us for a moment before he recognized Tiffany. "Tiff you made it," he said pulling her into the house and into a hug, "you had me worried when you called saying you might miss this year." Letting her out of the hug he turned to me. "Although if she's the reason you would have missed I would totally understand," he said reaching out his hand, "I'm Paul and welcome to my home." "Sara," I said shaking his hand, "I love the house, it's amazing." It was built like an old Spanish mansion, the place was huge and the walls surrounding it made you feel like you were cut off from the world. "Ok Tiff," Paul said, "same room as usual and the keys are inside. I hope you two are planning on manning the booths this year. I did so enjoy it when you backed up onto my cock last time you were in there." He laughed at Tiffany's shocked expression. "Tiff, I'm a wealthy man and people like to steal from wealthy people," he said explaining, "I have cameras all over the place and I know who's in the booths and what's going on. That's why I never have major trouble during the party. Now, I have other guests arriving so why don't you two go get changed and have some fun." Our room was on the second floor facing the back of the house. A single massive bed dominated the center of the room and the furniture was all dark wood. Dropping the bags we quickly changed into the bikinis Tiffany had bought us. The pounding of music could be heard through the heavy curtains covering the windows. I just had to look; I had to see just what was going on before I stepped out of the room. Pulling the curtains aside I stood at the window and looked down on the yard. The backyard was an absolutely massive expanse of dark green grass with a large pool off to the side. Large trees were spread out providing a generous amount of shade. I could see where a DJ had been set up and the throng of bodies in front of him dancing. A variety of kegs appeared to be positioned around the yard each with their own stack of cups. From where I was standing I could see a large line of guys extending out from the side of the house. That had to be the line for the glory holes, but from the sex going on just in the yard I was hard pressed to see why they bothered. Not that everyone was having sex. Most people were just hanging out in the pool or just drinking in the shade. It looked as if the majority of the women had opted for the bikini look, but there definitely was a portion either topless or already nude. Looking out over the sea of skin it took me about 20 seconds to ditch my top. Seeing me standing there topless Tiffany just chuckled before pulling off her top and started adding more tanning oil. Once we were both sufficiently oiled we headed down to the yard. Walking out into the yard was like walking into an explosion of the senses. My ears were bombarded by the sounds from the DJ booth as the smell of coconut oil filled my nose. The smorgasbord of skin was a feast for my eyes and my imagination. Despite the blazing sun the grass was surprisingly cool under my feet as we walked around the yard. Seeing the line for the glory holes we walked over to check it out. The setup was interesting to me in that it was permanent. The room was divided in half with two stations for the guys to stand with a small wall separating them. A series of brass handles allowed either getting some leverage or just hanging on depending on the situation. Above the handles there were two lights, one red and one green, to indicate if the booth was available for use. The holes themselves appeared to have a brass ring of some kind around the rim to prevent injury. The funniest part was since they were a permanent fixture in the room the walls were all painted a deep red to match the rest of the room. "The entrance for the women is in the house," Tiffany said as we walked towards the pool, "that way no one but Paul knows who is in there." I had to admit that the setup was pretty slick and I was looking forward to taking my turn, but we wanted to relax and check out the menu first. Slipping into the pool the water felt amazingly cool on my skin. Settling in Tiffany surprised me by pulling me into her arms and catching my mouth with hers. Turning us around, she pinned my body to the side of the pool and pushed her hand between my legs. I was used to her being the more aggressive one, but so far everything we had done was in relatively private situations. Our tongues were still dancing around when she pushed her fingers into my bikini and began rubbing my clit. Fuck, her fingers felt so good as I held on to her, letting her have her way with me. Finally pushing her fingers into me, Tiffany pulled her mouth off of mine allowing my moans to carry across the pool. "That's it baby," Tiffany whispered into my ear, "let them hear my woman moan." More than anything she had said to me up to this point her words caused my pussy to flood with my juices. This was the first time she had verbally claimed me as hers. My moaning increased in volume as Tiffany began to kiss and nibble on my neck. I wanted to return the favor, but with the angle Tiffany was standing at all I could do was hang on, my hands roaming her back and ass. Looking around I could see we had the attention of all of the guys and quite a few of the women in our area. Some of the guys looked as if they wanted to come over and join us, but looked worried about being rejected. "Get up on the edge," Tiffany instructed pulling away from me. Lifting up I set myself right on the edge of the pool and opened my legs. Transformation Ch. 09 This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission I would like to thank my editor ArilynWriter for her awesome assistance in helping to clean up the mess that my writing can sometimes be. ***** I had gone to bed dreaming of a pleasant wake up by Tiffany, hopefully with a tasty pussy full of cum for me lick clean. Unfortunately it was not meant to be and the blonde who woke me up was about as far from being Tiffany as was possible. "Wake the fuck up you useless whore," Heather screamed in my face, "you're missing all the entertainment that little Tiffany and her sweet pussy is going to provide. Of course it will only be a stretched out hole after the festivities." At the sound of her voice I threw myself from the bed and was getting ready to seriously cripple the bitch. "Don't even think of touching me you cunt," Heather said backing up towards the door, "Paul has Tiffany well under control, but I promise if you hurt me you will regret it. I suggest you hurry before the party begins." Watching Heather scamper out the door I went in search of my phone just to find out the time. Fuck me, I slept more than thirteen hours, repairs took longer than I thought. Slipping into a pair of shorts I opened the curtains and looked out at the yard. The music had been lowered to a less ear assaulting level and I could see the crowd was all facing towards the back of the yard. I could easily see Paul standing facing the crowd with Tina standing next to Tiffany who didn't appear completely focused. Heather was making her way through the crowd and soon stood next to Tiffany. There also appeared to be a large multi colored wheel behind them, the type you see at street carnivals. Sprinting through the house I broke out into the backyard and started pushing my way through the crowd. I could hear Paul's voice clearly over the music, "Ladies and Gentlemen as you know each year we get one volunteer from the bevy of sexy young women who spins the wheel. Whatever number it lands on is how many of you lucky guys she will entertain," now I knew what Heather meant by being the entertainment. "Now ladies," Paul said, "if you are feeling up to the challenge you can always take her place, but only after the spin and your number will be double of hers; alright Tiffany time to spin the wheel." "Woo Hoo," I heard Tiffany yell. Now I knew she wasn't in her right mind. Tiffany says lots of things when she is excited, but woo hoo is not one of them. As I continued through the crowd I could hear the click clack of the pointer as the wheel spun. It didn't matter to me what she spun I was taking her place then getting us the fuck out of here. Breaking through the front of the crowd I heard the wheel come to a stop and a loud cheer erupt. Looking at the wheel I could see it had landed on the narrowest strip of the wheel with the number twenty five. Fuck me. "So ladies," Paul said to the crowd while his eyes were locked with mine, "Tiffany here spun the biggest number possible, twenty five. Are any of you sexy young women ready to take on fifty guys or will you leave poor Tiffany to her fate. Guys, be sure to check your tickets so you get your chance, remember any hole you want." I'm not sure what Heather's connection to Paul was, but every last one of these motherfuckers was going to pay. "I'll take her place," I yelled my voice carrying over the music. The crowd fell silent and the music died as I made my way forward. Moving to Tiffany I took her hands and was startled by how hot her skin was. "What the fuck did you give her," I screamed at Heather. Pulling Tiffany away I sat her on the ground and looking her over for anything obvious. "Tiffany can you hear me," I said looking into her eyes which were glassy and couldn't seem to focus. "Hi baby," Tiffany said, her voice super sweet and bubbly, "isn't the party fun. I told you it would be." "Yeah Tiff it's a blast," I said plastering a big smile on my face, "now stay here ok. I have to take care of something then we are going to go." "Ok Sara," Tiffany said, "I love you." "I love you too Tiffany," I said leaving her sitting on the ground. Walking over to Paul and Heather I was surprised to see Paul bitching Heather out. "I'm sorry Sara," Paul said catching me by surprise, "Heather was told not to do anything to Tiffany and she doesn't listen very well as I am sure you are aware. She will be paying for that transgression very shortly." Taking my arm Paul pulled me aside. "I will let you know this," he said almost conspiratorially, "the more you enjoy this, the less Heather will." As he stepped away I realized he was right. While I wasn't really looking forward to fucking fifty guys if I just focused on the pleasure and enjoyed myself it would piss Heather off to no end. "Alright guys if your ticket has number 145 to 195 line up, the rest you just get to watch or find a partner and enjoy them," Paul yelled to the crowd, "Sara if you will come over this way please." I was really surprised at how he was acting towards me. He almost seemed apologetic about the whole thing. "I'll hold on to those if you want," Paul said indicating my shorts. Slipping them off I handed them to him. Paul led me over to what looked like a pale blue kids pool with only one of the rings inflated, just several times larger. "Paul," I asked standing in the middle of the ring looking at Tina who was carrying a bucket of something, "Heather said if I hurt her you would hurt Tiffany, does that apply to Tina?" "Sara," Paul said smiling, "I know what you are thinking and just wait until the end. I never said any such thing about Tiffany; I care too much about her and have no interest in her or anyone else being hurt. All of this was about you. Go ahead Tina." It turns out the bucket she was carrying was filled with some kind of oil as I discovered when Tina poured it over my head. Brushing the oil out of my face I ran my hands over my body to spread out the lube. I found myself getting excited about this entire endeavor as I was about to be more thoroughly fucked than was normally possible. I wanted to ask him what he meant by it was for me, but there wasn't time. "Ok first two guys," Paul yelled out leaving the ring and sitting in a chair to watch, "remember you can fuck her where you want and cum where you want, but once you cum you are done. Leave the ring for the next guy. Enjoy." Looking at Heather I could see the malicious grin on her face as the first two guys stepped up to me. As they began to run their hands over my body I focused on making sure I enjoyed this as much as possible. Resting my hands on the thighs of the one behind me I could feel his hard cock slipping between the cheeks of my ass as he enjoyed the oil. The one in front pushed his fingers into me as he twisted my nipple ring. My moans were filling the air as I was going out of my way to be loud. Glancing over at Heather her evil grin was gone and she appeared to be squirming around in her chair. "Are you boys going to tease me or fuck me," I asked as they continued to explore. My comment got the desired results as I found myself suddenly bent over and a hard cock pushing into my pussy. Feeling the cock sliding between my lips and opening me up caused a moan which was stifled by a cock pushing into my mouth. I don't know what the oil was made of, but even covered in it I could still taste the absolute maleness of his cock on my tongue. Wrapping his fingers into my hair he pushed into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat. Deciding incorrectly I didn't want him in my throat he pulled back and soon I was being fucked from both directions. My first orgasm and what appeared to be Heather's were both triggered by the guy fucking me filling me with cum. I was crying out around the cock in my mouth when I heard Heather's cry's as well. Glancing over at her I was shocked to see her in the same position I was, standing up and bend over her mouth open as if she was sucking a cock. The really strange part was no one seemed to notice. When the first guy stepped away he was quickly replaced and I was pushed to my knees. Still holding my hair the guy in my mouth pulled out and was soon spraying his cum all over my open mouth and face as the replacement was pushing into my ass. The fourth guy came in and soon I was straddling him, the two of them fucking me with abandon soon to be joined by the fifth, who filled my mouth. I didn't bother keeping count after that, the guys or the orgasms. I really have no idea how long I was in there, fucking guy after guy. I never felt myself get tired or even the slightest bit sore. Sometimes it was two guys, others it was three. I swallowed at least ten loads of cum with equal amounts leaking out of my pussy and my ass. The rest covered my face and body, the oil preventing it from drying in the summer sun. It was the fifth guy who discovered my lack of gag reflex so every guy I sucked decided to fuck my throat. It didn't matter how many cocks filled my holes I could feel my body repairing itself, keeping my pussy and my ass as tight on the fiftieth cock as it was on the first. As I swallowed load after load the salty sweet flavor exploded on my tongue every time drawing louder and louder moans from me. Even when two guys pushed their cocks into my pussy together, fucking and filling my pussy together, I never felt any pain as they opened me up. I can't say the same for Heather. The entire time I was being fucked, it didn't matter what position I was in Heather was in the same, a look of confused pleasure on her face as the cocks filling me filled her. As I screamed, moaned, or squirted she did the same, her body wracked in pleasure as she rolled around on the ground unnoticed. Some of her screams however seemed to coincide with things that should have hurt but didn't. When a huge cock pushed into my ass in one thrust all I felt was the intense pleasure, but the scream from her was blood curdling. I was on my back for the final guy. He was fucking me with my legs on his shoulders pounding into me, his cock feeling as amazing as the first. It was then after forty nine loads of cum that a truly evil plan came to mind. Despite all of her thrashing about Heather had never taken her eyes off of me so she saw as I pulled him between my legs, wrapping them around him. She knew she was feeling the pain I wasn't, so when she saw me bring his hands to my throat she started to panic. "Don't stop unless I pass out," I said taking my hands from his, "I'm going to fight you, but don't stop fucking me." I could feel as his hands tightened around my throat, his thumbs digging into my larynx, cutting off my air and the blood flow to my brain. I knew my face was a dark red and my breath was in forced gasps through my nose. I fought fiercely with him, scratching and hitting, as he savagely fucked me. Something about this had unleashed a beast inside him. For long minutes he violently fucked me, brutally pounding into me bruising my inner thighs, his hands doing their best to strangle the life out of me. I knew my body would be bruised and battered, but I didn't care, this savage fuck was exactly what I wanted. I didn't bother to look at Heather as I could hear her strangled gasping and crying, but either my plan would work or it wouldn't. I came almost constantly as he throttled me, the sensations from the lack of blood to my brain causing me to cum even easier than normal. Slamming his cock into me one last time I felt his cum spraying inside me, coating my insides, as he released my throat The sudden influx of oxygen to my body and flow of blood to my brain causing an euphoria unlike anything I've ever experienced. I clutched to him as the orgasm ripped through me, my nails digging into his back slicing through the skin, my screaming impaired by the damage to my throat. Finally releasing him he moved off of me and I dragged myself to my feet. My body was covered in cum and oil, I could feel the semen leaking out of my pussy and my ass running down my legs. Unlike the other times I wasn't wiped out, I felt incredible as if every fiber of my being was pumped with energy. "Heather wake up," Tina said shaking Heather, "She won't wake up, someone call for help." Looking down I could see her chest was slowly rising and falling. Strangely enough while she felt the effects of what was happening to me her body didn't bear any of the marks. Well it was worth a try, but I'm not sure how I would feel if she really had died. Ignoring Tina I went over to Tiffany wanting to make sure she was ok. She was standing on her own and she looked like her usual self although her face was a challenge to read. "Did I seriously just watch you fuck fifty guys so I wouldn't have to fuck twenty five," Tiffany asked as I got to her. Yep she's back to her normal self. "Thank you though," she said, "I really do appreciate it. I wasn't thinking straight for some reason." "Tiffany," I said, "I love you and would do anything for you. You have helped me so much since all of this started and if it takes standing here with the cum of forty guys dripping off of me to keep you safe then that's what I will do." "I love you too Sara," she said wiping cum from my face before pulling me into a deep kiss. Our bodies clung to each other as we both tried to pull each other closer. I knew she would be covered in cum, but it was obvious that she didn't care and neither did I. "You two truly do love each other don't you," Paul said standing next to us. Not wanting to let go of each other we both just nodded. "It was always going to happen no matter what I did," Paul said pulling up a chair, "have a seat this will take a few minutes." Pulling up a chair we both sat holding hands. Looking around I was surprised to see that nothing was moving, there was even a bird just suspended in midflight. "I've stopped time for a while so we can talk," Paul said. "You're Gandalf aren't you," Tiffany said voicing the same conclusion I came up with. "You happen to know someone else who can stop time with a thought," he asked suddenly sounding far older than his appearance, "Tiffany I want you to know I am sorry about what happened to you. Heather was not supposed to drug you, fuck she wasn't supposed to do anything to you." "Was there a point to all of this," I asked, "not just today, but the whole thing? Was there a point besides your boredom?" "I could lie and give you some noble answer, but why bother," he said sounding almost indignant, "I saw what the future held for the two of you and decided to play with it. So I switched you both before you were born. Almost every time that happens where they expected one sex but get another it's me." "Hold on a second," Tiffany said, "you're telling me that I was originally supposed to be born a guy and she was doing to be a girl, but then at some point you decided to switch her back." "Basically yes," he said, "almost everyone around you has been switched. You just seem to draw them to you. I thought by switching you back it would stop the two of you ending up together, but it seems there are things even I can't change. Sara, I know you called Elisa, but didn't you ever wonder why it was so important as to whether or not you loved Tiffany?" "I did, but I wasn't really thinking straight," I said turning to Tiffany, "I'm going to live a much longer life than everyone else. You can spend the rest of your life with me, but I can't spend mine with you." "That's no longer completely true," Gandalf interrupted, "When someone I've switched falls in love and I mean truly falls in love then it changes everything. Tiffany and you will live both live a long time. Her life is now connected with yours she will live exactly as long as you. If you would like I can switch one of you back into a male." "Why would you do that," I asked not understanding his motivation, "after all this what would changing one of us into a male serve." "Other than make your life simpler," he said, "not too much really. I've seen how much the two of you enjoy sucking cock and I'm sure having one living in house would provide hours of entertainment for me and cut down on your battery usage in toys." Tiffany and I exchanged looks before turning back to Gandalf. "I think we would both prefer to stay as we are," Tiffany said, "I fell in love with her like this and I wouldn't want to change anything and I think she feels the same." "I was hoping you would say that," he said a lecherous smile across his face; "I've really enjoyed your little adventures so far and was hoping they would continue. Don't worry about Heather. I have a feeling she is going to find herself a changed woman soon. Although, I suspect every time she thinks about you it will involve multiple orgasms and a painful ass." "Was that you yesterday," I asked, "when Tiffany and I were in the room? That last cock was yours wasn't it." "Oh it wasn't just the last one," He said smiling, "It was all three of them. It was a simple matter for me really and I must say, Sara, I was impressed at how well you were able to handle me. It's been a long time since I was able to just let go and not hold back. It's tempting to keep you to myself, but I would have to strip myself of entertainment." "I want to know why Heather was here," Tiffany demanded, "and what did you mean this was all about her." "Heather was here quite simply because I invited her," he said, "I've been watching her and wanted to see what she would do. You were never in any real danger. As to this being about her I'm always curious just what people will do for love. It's always entertaining for me to see the martyr." "So what's next then," I asked. "Next is pretty simple," he said standing up, "I start time up again, we celebrate you finishing the wheel challenge, I think of new ways to mess with your lives, and you forget this conversation ever took place." "You can't be serious," I said, "After everything you have done you're going to keep messing with us." "Of course I am," he said, "it's what I do for fun. I wasn't kidding when I said I was enjoying your adventures, why would I want them to stop now." "Ladies and Gentleman," Paul said to the assembled crowd, "despite an arduous, and apparently very pleasurable, challenge Sara has beaten the wheel. Now then ladies, would any of you like to help our winner here get cleaned up? She appears to have a bit of cum in her, well, in her everywhere." I felt like I needed to check up on Tiffany for some reason, but I could see she was standing near Paul with a beaming smile on her face. Before I had the chance to go to her I found myself surrounded and under attack by multiple mouths and warm wet tongues as they licked and sucked the cum from my body. Despite the recent vicious fucking I had just received the soft wet tongues on my skin soon had me crying out, my throat raw and sore. I don't know who it was, but the sensation of a tongue pushing into my battered pussy was enough to draw out one last orgasm. I could feel my insides spasming as my body tried to push the cum that was filling my pussy out and into someone's mouth. "Enough," I cried out pulling myself away from the warm mouths, "I can't take any more." There was something that was eating at the back of my mind that wasn't quite right; I couldn't place my finger on it until I saw Tina kneeling over Heather who was still on the ground. I started to walk over to Heather when Paul intercepted me. "Sara stop," he said placing his hand on my arm to stop me, "I'm not sure what was going on with Heather when you were in the ring, but it looked as if everything you were going through she went through. I don't know how it happened, but it looked as if you got all the fun and she got all the pain. Look at her, she's not going anywhere." Transformation Ch. 09 Looking down on her I suddenly felt nothing but pity for her. Pity for the life she tried to lead and now she was reaping her reward, laying on the ground her eyes wide open, breathing, but not moving. "Call the police," I said to Paul, "They are both wanted for assault and attempted murder in Tempe." Reaching down I grabbed Tina by the back of her neck, tempering my strength despite my anger. "You are going to pay you little cunt," I whispered in her ear, "You and Heather are going to pay for trying to destroy my life. If you try and run I will snap your neck before you can make it ten feet." The whimper from Tina told me she wasn't going anywhere. "Sara," Tiffany said pulling me away from Tina, "I'm thinking I want to wait until the police pick them up then get the hell out of here." "Girls," Paul said wrapping his arms around us both, "please don't leave just yet, I am sorry about how things turned out, but honestly I was just trying to get you involved with more people here at the party. I never meant for anything to happen to Tiffany. Please stay and enjoy yourselves. Here, I thought you might want these back." Taking my shorts back from Paul I pulled them on. Part of me was screaming to just get the hell out of here as quickly as possible, but for some reason I found myself agreeing with Paul. "Ok we will stay," I said seeing Tiffany nodding in agreement, "but no more craziness, alright?" A rumble from my stomach suddenly reminded me that the only thing I've had to eat all day was cum and I had been fucking nonstop for in excess of five hours. I knew I should feel exhausted, but I was totally energized so I grabbed Tiffany and went off in search of food. "A little hungry are we," Tiffany chuckled as I sat down, "I can't possibly imagine why. It's not like you did anything physical today." Looking at my plate I was surprised at how overloaded it was with sushi and veggies. "Hey, you're one to talk," I said munching on a California roll, "all you had to do was watch. I'm the one who was being forced to cum over and over while swallowing all that delicious cum spraying out of those hard cocks." "Sara, Tiffany," Paul said coming into the dining area, "the police are here. Sara, you probably want to put something else on." Heading up stairs I grabbed a super-fast shower to wash the cum out of my hair before putting on shorts and a tank top as I didn't want to talk to the cops naked. I will have to admit I would have happily fucked any of the cops who showed up as they were all quite tasty. They had Tina cuffed and in the car almost immediately, but had to wait for an ambulance as Heather was still unconscious. Quite a few questions were asked about the bruising on my neck and thighs and it took a bit of convincing before they believed I wasn't attacked and raped. Watching the ambulance pulling away with Heather on board, I felt a great deal of relief. Standing there holding hands with Tiffany it was as if a chapter in my life was closing and something new was ready to begin. Staying true to our word Tiffany and I stayed at Paul's that night, but opted not to participate in any of the festivities. Instead we hung around the pool and took the opportunity to relax and just enjoy each other's company. We got up the next morning ready to head back up to Phoenix. Even though most everyone had left last night the party continued until the early hours of the morning so the house was quiet as we headed for the door. "Leaving without saying goodbye girls," Paul said as we hit the entrance way. Looking at Paul there was something different about him, I just couldn't place what it was. "Sorry Paul," Tiffany said setting her bag down and walking to him, "we wanted to get going and figured you would be asleep. We didn't want to wake you up." Setting my bag down I walked over to join Tiffany, wrapping my arms around him. I felt sad that we had somehow disappointed him. "Girls it's ok," he said squeezing us in his arms, "but remember for next year I'll be expecting a proper goodbye." "Yes, Paul," we chorused as we sank to our knees, mouths greedily starting to suck and nibble at his cock. For some reason I remembered him being dressed when he stopped us, but for now I just wanted to make him feel better about us not saying goodbye. Taking turns sucking on his rapidly hardening cock, Tiffany and I passed him back and forth, both enjoying the delicious taste of him. Since I had without a doubt gotten the majority of the action this weekend I was content to let Tiffany have his cock the most. I watched her cheeks hollow as she sucked him deep into her mouth as she massaged his balls with her hands. "Oh fuck Tiffany," Paul moaned as Tiffany pushed him deep into her mouth almost taking him into her throat, "don't stop that." Getting up I moved behind Paul running my hands across his body, feeling his muscles under my fingers. Laying small kisses across his back I started working my way lower until I was kneeling behind him, my lips against the taut muscles of his ass. I could hear his moaning change as he dealt with the strange sensations. Wetting my finger I placed it against his ass and began wiggling it in. "Sara what are you, OH FUCK," Paul said then roared as I pushed my finger into his ass and began massaging his prostate. I'm not sure how I knew where it was, but I seemed to just instinctively know what to do. From the sounds of Tiffany swallowing over and over Paul was filling her mouth with an absolutely massive amount of cum so I knew she would be happy. "Hmm," Tiffany said pulling away from Paul, "I don't know what you did but thanks. It's been a long time since I swallowed a load that big and tasty." Pulling my finger out of his ass Paul moaned as if he missed the intrusion. "I think someone enjoyed having your fingers in his ass," Tiffany said as we stood, picking up our bags. The look on Paul's face was one of complete shock as if he was still trying to process what happened. We both gave him a kiss on the cheek before leaving him standing there. The jeep was easy to find and happily un-torched with the yard being almost devoid of cars. Tossing our bags in the back we jumped in and headed out of the compound. We were about ten minutes outside of Tucson headed back to Phoenix when I suddenly realized something and pulled off the road sending up a huge cloud of dust. "Sara, what in the fuck are you doing," Tiffany yelled as the jeep came to a stop. "Tiffany," I asked my fingers turning white as I gripped the wheel, "why did we suck his cock? Seriously, one second we were hugging and the next we were on our knees." As Tiffany was usually the one to realize these things it was amusing to watch her mouth fall open in surprise. "He was dressed wasn't he," Tiffany asked, "He was in a blue shirt and shorts when he stopped us, but there were no clothes anywhere once we were on our knees." I realized that I missed the clothes being blue, but the more I thought about it there was a lot of blue on that property. Most of the interior of the house was painted in various shades of blue and the exterior trim was blue. "Yes," I said, "he was dressed when he stopped us and I'm certain that neither of us removed any of his clothes. They were just gone. Did you notice the extraordinarily large amount of blue in the decorations?" "Oh fucking hell," Tiffany said slowly, "Gandalf." "Yeah," I said putting the jeep into gear and pulling back out onto the highway. The rest of the drive was quiet as we both considered the implications of this discovery. We finally made it back to the house around one o'clock, having stopped in Casa Grande for lunch. Covered in dust from the sudden stop I made leaving Tucson I dropped my phone and bag in the kitchen before stepping out into the backyard. Stripping out of my clothes I dove into the pool just as I heard Tiffany yelling something. Staying under the water I swam to the deep end before flipping around and heading for the stairs. Climbing out of the pool Tiffany was standing at the edge. "What was that," I asked, "I couldn't really hear you." Smiling Tiffany just laughed at me. "What I said was the pool guy is here. Hi Rob," she said handing me a towel and waving behind me. Taking the towel I wrapped it around my hair before turning around. Rob appeared to be in his middle thirties, in decent shape with a deep tan you would expect from someone working outside in Arizona. Walking over to him I watched his eyes bounce all over the place as he couldn't decide where to look first. "Hi, I'm Sara," I said holding out my hand. Reaching out to shake my hand Rob looked too surprised to talk. "Rob," he said finally, "Sorry about that. You just look exactly like my daughter and it freaked me out for a moment." I could tell from the obvious bulge in his shorts he was enjoying the view so I decided to mess with him. "Exactly like your daughter huh," I said hearing Tiffany groan in the background knowing I was going to say something smartass, "So, then do you like this outfit or would you prefer something else? Because I'm rather fond of this one and I don't mind if you look." I took his jaw dropping as my signal. Turning around I walked away slowly putting some extra sway into my hips before heading into the house. As I started getting dressed I saw Tiffany standing in the doorway shaking her head. "Nice job Sara," she said laughing, "are you trying to kill our pool guy? That was evil you know, very evil; funny, but evil." Finally in my shorts and tank top I headed back out to the pool to apologize to Rob. I found him cleaning out the filter. "Rob," I said smiling, "I want to apologize for earlier. I didn't hear Tiffany say you were out here otherwise I would have waited." "Thank you," he said, "I am sorry for staring earlier, but you really do look just like my daughter. You could easily be her sister." I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as what he said processed. The only other people who looked that similar to me had been changed by Gandalf unless this was a hell of a coincidence and with my life as of late I put very little faith in coincidence. "Ok I'm going to let you get back to work," I said before walking away, "but Rob I really don't mind if you want to look." Hearing him choke momentarily I couldn't help but laugh before heading into the house. Looking for Tiffany I found her in the living room reading a medical journal. Deciding to join her I grabbed a Tom Clancy novel and plopped down on the couch to start reading. "Sara," Tiffany said after a few minutes, "we need to discuss something. I'm going to have to go back to work pretty soon and I was wondering if you had any idea as to what you were going to do. I know you have your retirement coming in every month so money isn't the issue, but I was thinking you might get bored just hanging around the house all day. Unless I'm going to be coming home to a sexy little housewife every day." I really had not considered what I was going to do when she went back to work. I was so used to having her with me all the time I couldn't even imagine her not being there. I must have had some kind of worried expression on my face. "Sara," Tiffany said, "I just want you to think about it. I'm not asking you to come up with a plan today. We have a couple of weeks still unless we happen to win the lottery." Tiffany had given me a lot to think about, more than I think I was ready to deal with just yet. Wanting to take my mind off of everything I decided to head outside. I had never really gone out to the front of the house much so I decided to do something that didn't require much thought. Opening the garage I rolled my bike out planning on giving it and the jeep a good wash. I know that washing a vehicle in the middle if the day isn't really the best idea with how fast everything dries, but it was something for me to do. The bike only took me about twenty minutes to wash as it really had not had the chance to get dirty. Rolling the bike back into the garage I was standing watching the garage door close when I suddenly felt a spray of cold water hit me. Moving I tried to get out of the way, but the spray continued until I was able to get behind the jeep. "I figured if you were going to give the neighborhood a show might as well not tease them," Tiffany said as she sprayed down the jeep. I don't know how it was before, but my tank top was almost completely see through now. I suppose I should remember that white may not be the best color when you are planning on getting wet. Moving around the jeep I ran at Tiffany grabbing the hose from her and started spraying her down as well. It was only then I noticed she had changed into her bikini. "Sneaky bitch," I said finally putting down the hose and grabbing the sponge. With Tiffany's help we had the jeep washed a good bit quicker than I was originally hoping it would take. As it was Monday there was not much in the way of spectators, although a good number of teenage boys did seem to find their way outside. Since we had the supplies out Tiffany pulled her car out of the garage and we took the time to get it washed as well. Even with as quickly as things progressed I was able to think about things. "Tiffany," I said as we put the supplies away, "I've been thinking and I might go to school. Not sure what I would study, but I've been given a second chance at life and I would be a fool to do nothing with it. As long as we can keep Gandalf from fucking with our lives too much I would like to think we have a chance at a relatively normal life." "A normal life," Tiffany said wistfully after pulling her car into the garage, "I used to think I knew what that was, but everything has been so turned on its head. It's not your fault, but so much of what we thought was real are just the whims of a madman." The rest of the night was so mundane as to be funny filled with laundry and cleaning the house. I did however discover that my definition of clean and Tiffany the nurse's definition are somewhat different. I'll let you work that out for yourselves what I mean. It wasn't until Wednesday night that our lives got into a jumble again. The day had been fairly calm overall. We spent the morning sunbathing out back and most of the afternoon looking into programs offered at Arizona State. I was also considering something in automotive or motorcycle repair just because I love working with my hands. Since this wasn't about the money I was trying to find something that would hold my interest. I was sitting in my room playing Diablo 2 when I heard Tiffany calling me from the living room in a panic. Sprinting down the hallway I saw her sitting with the news on, her eyes wide open. "Ladies and gentlemen we repeat," the newscaster was saying, "if you are in the vicinity of the Tempe city jail please lock your doors and windows and remain indoors. There has been a mass breakout from the city jail due to a freak power failure. Tempe P.D. in conjunction with Maricopa county sheriff's office and other local agencies will be conducting sweeps of the area in an attempt to capture all escaped prisoners." She droned on for a bit giving updates before moving on to a story about a water skiing dog. Tiffany and I stared at each other until the ringing of my cellphone caught our attention. Running into the kitchen I flipped it open and seeing it was Kim I hit the answer button. "Hey Kim," I said trying to control my breathing, "I'm just going to venture a guess that this isn't a social call." "I take it you saw the news then," she said the sound of police radios in the background, "I wanted you to know we got the list of escapees and Heather and Tina are on it. Every cop in a twenty mile radius is converging on Tempe as we speak so just lock the doors and call the 911 if you see something. I'll call if we hear anything, gotta run." I could hear Tom saying something in the background and sirens start before she hung up. My friends were going to be in for a long night. Tiffany was standing next to me as I hung up my phone. "That was Kim," I said grimly, "Heather and Tina are on the list of escapees. Sounds like they will be busy tonight." "I was afraid you were going to say that," she said shaking her head, "I'm glad we got the locks changed and I've already brought in the key from the rock out front. Let's double check everything then I have a present for you." We made our way around turning on every light both inside and out and double checking every lock. Finally finished Tiffany met me in the living room carrying the same short barreled shotgun from the night I met Aaron and a small black box. "Tom recommended this for you," she said handing me the box. Taking the box from her hands my eyes almost popped out of my head at the grey writing across the middle. Sig Sauer had always been my dream choice of pistol, but the price had always kept me away. I had grown up around firearms and always had a healthy respect for what they were capable of doing only reinforced by my time in the marine corps. Unboxing the pistol I didn't know what to say as no one had ever given me anything like this. Setting everything down, I wrapped my arms around Tiffany. "Thank you," I said. "I want you to be safe," Tiffany said as her arms wrapped around me. After spending a few minutes getting familiar with my new gun Tiffany handed me a small bag containing a belt and holster. Finally comfortable I loaded the pistol and we sat down to wait, the radio on a news station listening for updates. Many hours and several cans of monster later we were both face down at the kitchen table snoring away when the doorbell rang. Leaping up Tiffany beat me to the door and after checking who it was unlocked the door letting Tom, who was in street clothes, inside along with a surprisingly large amount of sunlight. No one said anything at first as he stared at us and it wasn't until I caught my reflection in the mirror did I understand why. Between the hair looking like medusa, the giant red sleep marks, and the dried drool I'm surprised he didn't run for the hills. "Oh fucking hell," I said grabbing Tiffany. "Be right back." Pulling her down the hall we both hit our separate bathrooms to get cleaned up. Washing my face and wetting my hair I pulled a brush through my hair before heading back out to the living room. "Sorry about that," I said as I walked into the living room, but he was passed out on the couch. I heard Tiffany's footsteps as she came down the hall behind me then her chuckle when she saw Tom. Crossing the living room I started to pick up Tom when Tiffany came over to help and together we got him to his feet and into the bedroom. Laying him on the bed we were able to strip him out of his clothes and roll him to the center of the bed before Tiffany and I undressed and crawled in on either side of him. Laying our heads on his chest we both reached our hands out our fingers interlocking before we both drifted off to sleep. We had shifted at some point as I awoke some time later on my side wrapped up in Tom's arms, one hand firmly holding my breast his while his hard cock pushed against the globes of my ass. From the way he was murmuring to himself it was obvious he was dreaming as he ground against me. His grinding was nice and slow and I was enjoying it when I felt Tiffany's fingers resting on my side. I'm not sure if she thought I was asleep as well as she ran her fingers down my side and over my ass before coming to rest between my legs. As gentle as she was being I was fairly certain she thought I was asleep as her fingers probed, rubbing against my lips to spread my wetness around. I had a pretty good idea what she was planning and decided to play along. Feigning sleep I started moving my hips in time with her rubbing, feeling myself getting wetter, as I let out a soft moan. She kept this up for a couple of minutes, the whole time Tom was still grinding against me. Transformation Ch. 09 I was pulled tightly against Tom and with our differences in height only the first three or four inches of his cock were actually rubbing against me. Feeling Tiffany's hand move away from my pussy and hearing a moan from Tom I knew she was spreading my juices on his cock and soon I felt his hot skin dragging against me as she repositioned his cock. The angle wasn't perfect as he slid between my lips. It was going to take movement from one of us and oddly enough it wasn't me. I was fairly certain Tom was still asleep, but his mind still knew what was going on. Shifting his hips slightly allowed Tiffany to change the angle of his cock pushing the head into me. I didn't bother fighting back the moans as his fat head separated my lips, opening me up. My hips were moving on their own wanting more of him inside me, but his arms around me made it impossible. I heard Tom breathing change as he began to wake up. I really wasn't expecting what he did next. "Sara are you awake," Tom asked whispering in my ear. "The little minx has been awake for quite a while," Tiffany said the smug satisfaction audible in her voice, "she was feigning being asleep." Without warning Tom rolled onto his back and unwrapping his arms from me he pushed my body down as his hips came up driving his cock into me. I tried to scream as his cock plunged into me but he was going so fast and hard I could barely catch my breath and being on my back it took me a minute before I could grab the sheets to hold on. The feeling of his cock hammering into was like hot iron piercing into me, his warmth spreading throughout my body. Moving up next to us Tiffany brought her lips to my ear as her fingers began to rub my clit in fast vicious circles. "As much as you enjoy watching me sucking cock," she said her tongue flicking out along my ear, "I doubt I will ever grow tired of watching you getting fucked." My brain and body were mush as my orgasms raced through them, but her words were crystal clear. "I realized it at the party seeing you take cock after cock and you were in heaven," she said. I felt like a little rag doll as Tom flipped me over and pulled me up on my knees. He was standing at the side of the bed ready to plunge back into me when he changed his mind and put me on my back, my ass at the edge of the bed. "Tiffany pull back her hood so I can see that pretty little clit of hers," Tom said smacking his cock against my lips. Reaching between my legs Tiffany used her hand to expose my clit to the air, the breeze from the fan enough to send little tremors racing through my body. Pushing his cock back into my body he fucked me for a couple of strokes before pulling out and laid his cock directly on my clit before stroking back and forth. I had never heard of this before and within minutes I was thrashing around on the bed as he moved back and forth from my pussy to my exposed clit. "Enjoying yourself Sara," Tom asked grinding his cock on my clit, "or do you want something more. Do you want me to stop teasing you Sara?" I was already on a wire about to snap but when he started to smack my clit with his cock the wire broke. "God dammit Tom," I cried out in frustration wrapping my legs around him, "stop teasing me and just fuck me. I want you inside me." "Like this," he said rubbing the head between my lips and pushing just a couple of inches in before pulling back. I moaned in frustration as he continued to tease me. "Or did you want something like this," he said before setting my legs on his shoulder and starting a punishing pace. "Is this what you wanted," he said as he pounded into me, "to be fucked like a little slut. Are you a fuck toy Sara?" "Oh god yes," I said my back arching up as the pleasure shot through my body, "Use me Tom, fuck me like a whore." His hard cock pounding into me was exactly what I wanted; I love it when a guy is just using me for his own enjoyment. My moaning filled the air as the sound of our skin slapping together got louder and louder. It was clear that Tom was fucking me as hard as he could, just letting himself go all out. Fuck this felt good. Slipping my hand between my legs I began rubbing my clit as Tiffany seemed to have left the room. We were both drenched in sweat as my orgasm screamed through me and I could tell Tom was close as he began to falter. He pounded out a few more strokes before pulling out of me and putting his foot up on the bed standing over me. Reaching up I grabbed his cock and aiming it at my tits started rapidly stroking him. "Oh fuck," Tom cried out as his cock jumped in my hand, his cum splashing on my skin covering my tits and pooling at my neck. Slipping down I took his cock into my mouth pulling the last of his cum out and cleaning him off. "So Tom," I asked as his cum was running down my body, "what brings you by? Good news I hope." "Unfortunately no," he said sitting on the bed, "we able to recapture all but about a dozen of the escapees, but Tina and Heather are still on the loose as far as I know. Thanks for letting me crash out, I needed the rest after last night." "Sure thing," I said walking into my bathroom to clean up, "you're welcome to join me in the shower if you want. Clean towels are under the sink." Turning on the water I was happy when Tom decided to join me in the shower, instead of waiting for me to finish. We took our time and made sure we were both very clean and while I didn't remember his fingers being quite so long, I certainly wasn't complaining. Taking a few minutes to dry off I got dressed and went in search of Tiffany. "Ok sounds good, we will see you tonight then, bye, "Tiffany said into the phone before hanging up. I was a little surprised when Tiffany was already fully showered and dressed telling me she left the room far earlier than I thought. "Michelle and Jacob are coming over for dinner tonight," she said as she started going through the fridge, "I was thinking we could make shrimp stir fry if that sounds good to you, but it looks like we need a couple of things. If I make a list can you run out and grab the stuff?" "Absolutely," I said wrapping my arms around her from behind, "I talked to Tom. Heather and Tina are still on the loose, although that might have changed since last night." It felt good just to hold her. I always seem to be more focused and clear headed when I'm touching her. "It was on the radio just a couple of minutes ago," she said running her hands over my arms, "all but four have been caught, but of course the ones we care about are still free. It's a shame your plan didn't work. I know I would sleep better knowing she was gone from this world. Give me a few minutes and I will have the list for you." Letting her go I sat on a stool and watched while she put together the list for me. Tom joined us a few minutes later looking much better than he had this morning when he showed up. Tiffany usually kept us pretty well stocked so the list was a good bit longer than I was expecting. Tom had offered to accompany me, but Tiffany said she needed to talk to him about something, so I was on my own. It was late afternoon and the store was pretty empty so I thought I would be finished pretty quickly until I got a text from Tiffany telling me to get double everything as a few more people were coming for dinner. By the time I got home Tom had already left, but Tiffany said he would be coming back over. I was pretty excited as this dinner looked like it had the potential for turning into a rather pleasurable evening. Cranking up the radio Tiffany and I started getting everything ready as we had a large amount of vegetables to get chopped. Kim showed up not too long after I got back and helped us finish prepping everything. Where most of what I can cook is Italian and Mexican food Tiffany kicks my ass when it comes to lighter stuff like stir fry, so I pretty much stayed out of her way and played greeter as people showed up. Devin was the next to arrive soon followed by Michelle and Jacob. I was a bit shocked when I saw Michelle as I didn't know she had gotten a breast enhancement. Her perky little B cups were now easily a D. The envy in Kim's expression was easily visible. Once Tom and Aaron arrived I assumed everyone was here, but there was still one open seat at the table. When I heard a familiar sounding rumble from out front I was a stunned to see Jennifer climbing out of her Camaro. "Hope I'm not late," she said wrapping me in a hug, "I was surprised when Tiffany called me this afternoon with the invite." Now I was confused about what was going on. Everyone else I could understand them being here if we were going to play after dinner, but I didn't see that happening with Jennifer here. "No you're not late," I told her heading inside, "we were just getting ready to sit down." Pulling up a chair, dinner was really enjoyable. Tiffany's stir fry was excellent as always and the conversation seemed to make time fly. Since it was still stupidly hot outside we all drifted into the living room and I found myself on the couch sandwiched between Devin and Aaron, truly not a bad place to be I can assure you. We were all just making small talk when Michelle crossed the room with a chair and sat in front of me. "Sara," Michelle said taking my hands into hers, "I want you to know we are all here because we care about you and normally I would do this as a one on one, but your case requires special handling. Now I need to ask you something. Do you enjoy having sex with men? Truthfully." Looking around at everyone they all had their attention focused on me. It took me a few moments to realize what was going on. This was an intervention and apparently one about my sex life. What in the fuck was going on? "Of course I do," I said, incredulous that this was even happening, "seriously, I've been fucked by every guy in this room. How could that be if I didn't enjoy it?" "Do you realize you always refer to it that way," Michelle said, "it's always you got fucked, or he was fucking you, or some other variation of the word fuck. I have never once heard you use the phrases like; getting laid, having sex, or making love. Why is that Sara, why is it you always have to use the word fuck?" "Are you seriously staging an intervention over my use of the word fuck," I said not believing the sheer stupidity of the situation. I tried to get up to leave the room, but I was quickly reminded of the strength of Devin and Aaron. "This has nothing to do with the word fuck," Tiffany said her obvious anger rising, "when we are together it's amazing. You are soft and sweet and so tender and I have no doubts about your love for me. But when I see you with a guy it's like you see yourself as nothing more than a cum dumpster; just a piece of meat for them to use and throw away." Her anger was gone replaced with a seemingly endless sadness as the tears streamed from her eyes. "You were never like that before," Jennifer said crying just as hard, "Tiffany asked me if you had treated women like that before, but we both know you didn't. I know how you were with me. But even being an incorrigible man whore no one you were with had the slightest complaint about the way you treated them. If anything, they wanted to find a guy who treated them as well as you did." "The first time we were together," Aaron said his hand resting on my leg, "it was amazing. Even though you didn't know who it was you were amazing and responsive, but when the three of us were together it was more like you just wanted us to use you. There were flashes of the same woman but you seemed happiest when you were just being pounded." "I agree," Devin said holding my hand, "I was so screwed up when you met me, but you helped me realize I wasn't the one who was fucked up. It was so incredible, but then the threesome you were so different. It was unforgettable, but it was like being with someone else." "Sara," Michelle asked, "at the party, how many guys fucked you?" For some reason I didn't want to answer. I wasn't ashamed of what I did since it was to protect Tiffany and I would do it again if needed. Yet I found myself questioning how I acted in the ring. Was I a willing partner, or just a hole for them to use? I know I was active and came over and over, but did I really participate or just let them fill me with cum? I never even learned one of their names. I didn't care as long as they were fucking me. "Is that really important," Tiffany asked coming to my defense, "she did what she had to in order to protect me, and I will never judge her for her actions and neither should you." "Let me rephrase the question and maybe then it will make sense," Michelle said caressing my fingers, "when they came, not the ones inside you, but the ones who came on you, did you help or just let them jerk off all over you." "They just came on me," I said my voice small and as my thoughts carried back to that day, "I didn't help them at all." "I know you enjoy having a guy cum on you," Michelle said, "as do I, and so does Tiffany and Kim, but do you see the difference? It's one thing when you are helping or participating to make them cum and another when you just let them." "That's the one thing you never did," Jennifer said, "but had you asked I would have let you. But had you done it without asking I would have been pissed. Pissed because you were treating me like I wasn't worth anything; like I was just a thing you can fuck and throw away and you were letting people treat you that way. Why?" I didn't have an answer for her. Why was I doing this, why was I allowing guys to treat me like I was something to be used? I had no explanation. Had I treated women like I was allowing myself to be treated I could almost understand it as some kind of karmic punishment. Karmic punishment, punishment from a higher power. Oh fuck me. "Son of a bitch," I screamed springing to my feet, "that blue skinned, four eyed, small dicked son of a bitch. I am going to fucking kill him if I have to figure out how to throw his ass into the fucking sun, I will kill him." To say I had everyone's attention would be putting it mildly. "That bastard programed me, programmed me to let myself be used like a cheap ass two dollar whore for his fucking entertainment," I said still venting my frustration. Honestly I was just guessing about the four eyes, but it did make me feel a little bit better. "Gandalf," Tiffany said crossing the room, "Mother fucking Gandalf, it never occurred to me." Tiffany wrapped her arms around me. "I'm so sorry Sara," Tiffany said, "it never occurred to me you didn't have a choice." Everyone in the room was soon either completely pissed or crying and since I was the one who was switched I seemed to be doing some of both. "Can we break the programming," Jennifer asked a bit later, "I'm sure we have all seen a computer program crash when if it's forced to deal with data it wasn't designed for." "I've seen that happen with records programs at the hospital," Tiffany said, "if the program doesn't like the data it either ignores it or it crashes trying to process it. But how does that apply to Sara." "Well we know for certain she only acts this was with men," Michelle said, "so we need to introduce stimuli from guy that doesn't match what she is programmed to want. I'm sorry Tiffany, you're not going to like this very much, but it has to be a guy. She's going to have to date someone." "What," Tiffany said her frustration at the situation obvious, "why the fuck does she have to date someone? What the hell does dating have to do with anything?" "Tiffany think for a second," Michelle said, "when we date people we always try to put our best face forward. We are on our best possible behavior and treat the person we are with as best we can and in this case that is exactly the opposite of treating Sara like a whore. I'm sorry, but unless you can come up with a better idea I think we are stuck. It's not like we can reach into her brain and uninstall the program." "So who is it going to be," Jennifer asked, "we can't very well send her out into the bar scene. It's going to have to be someone she already knows." "Well unfortunately you have to count me out," Aaron said, "Lisa and I are going out now and I'm not going to fuck that up." "What about Mike," Tiffany asked, "I already know he likes her." "That would work," Michelle said, "but from what you have told me his schedule is very erratic. I know the two of you are together Tiffany, but until we get this worked out Sara is going to be having a regular boyfriend. So Devin, where are you planning on taking Sara Saturday night?" I felt a bit sorry for Devin at that moment as every eye in the room fell on him. Tiffany started laughing to herself. "I might not like it, but it makes sense." Tiffany said suddenly very serious, "Devin I know how you feel about Sara, but if you try and take her away from me I swear to god I will gut you like a fish. You can ask Mike, I've cleaned more than my share of fish and larger things. This is only until we can crash through the programming." "There is something else we may have to consider," Michelle said to Tiffany and me, "I want to see how things go first, but the two of you may have to stay away from each other for a while, I'm not sure. If Gandalf is as sneaky as I'm sure he is the happier you are with Tiffany the more you are going to want to be treated like trash by men, however I'm hoping he hasn't considered the other way around. Or the possibility exists that she may have to be with both of you all the time to keep things balanced out." "Sara," Tiffany said taking my face in her hands, "I can see those wheels turning in your head and just get that thought out of there. If I have to share you with Devin to have you in my life I would rather that than not have you in my life at all. I love you Sara, and I don't want to go through this life without out you." She was able to read me so easily. The thought of just leaving had crossed my mind for a brief moment and it must have been reflected on my face. "How exactly are they going to be able to stay away from each other," Jennifer asked, mirroring the question running through my mind, "considering they are sharing the house." Apparently she hadn't noticed we only used one bedroom even though she knows how we feel about each other. "She may need to have her own place," Michelle said shaking her head, "I'm seriously just speculating here. There is no precedence for how to break the programming of an immature superbeing so I'm just picking a straw and grasping at it, but at least a plan is better than nothing." "Thank you for trying Michelle," I said giving her a hug, "I know you're just trying to help and we both appreciate it. Everyone thank you, I appreciate your willingness to come over here and try and help me get my head screwed on straight. I didn't even really realize what I was doing until you pointed it out." "Sara," Jacob said breaking his silence of the night, "everyone here is your friend and we care about you, and in the end all we want is for you to be happy." "Sara," Jennifer said coming up to me, "look at the people in this room. You have a far better group of friends now than we ever had in school. Listen, I think you have a chance at a much better life this time around. Tiffany, thank you for inviting me tonight, but I think I won't be coming over again. She needs to be able to move on from her old life and I will just be a reminder of what she was before." "Do you still think of her as Rick sometimes," Michelle asked? "No, I've accepted Rick is gone," Jennifer said. "but," "No Jennifer," Tiffany said interrupting, "she is going to need you now more than ever and I'm not going to let you walk away." Walking over to Jennifer, Tiffany put her hand on her shoulder and started giggling. "Besides don't you want to come over on Saturday and help me get her ready for her very first date?" Everyone started cracking up at the blank death stare of a look I was giving Tiffany. Transformation Ch. 09 "Actually it can't be me either," Devin said finally able to get a word in, "I was going to let you know earlier, but I never got the chance. I was offered a promotion, but the position is in Houston. The money is almost double, but I have to get there as soon as possible. I have to leave next week." "Well fuck," I said in frustration, "so any other suggestions?" "I've got an idea, but I don't think you will like it," Jennifer said avoiding my gaze. "At this point I'm open to almost anything except creepy Ray from the hospital," I said sitting on the couch. "What about Rob," she said. The name sounded familiar but wasn't ringing any bells. "Rob who," I asked. "My little brother Rob," she said. "You can't possibly be serious," I said my face incredulous, "you want me to go on a date with your little brother." "Actually it's perfect," Tiffany said. "WHAT," I said not believing my ears, "in what way is it perfect?" "She's right, it is," Kim jumped in, "you can pretend to be your own younger sister. Your parents are gone, no one is going to meet the rest of your family, and as far as anyone knows, Rick is dead. Any slip ups can be covered by saying either Rick or Jennifer told you about it." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I remember her little brother. He was five years younger than us and I remember him pestering the crap out of us every time we came over. "You're seriously suggesting I pretend to be my own sister and date your pain in the ass little brother," I said, "and how do we explain Tiffany? I'm not staying away from her if I don't have to." "One thing at a time," Tiffany said, "I'm not giving you up yet either, but if we have to do this we have to do this. Jennifer set up the date. Do you have a picture?" Leaving the room Jennifer went and got her purse and handed Tiffany a picture. After looking for a minute Tiffany handed the picture to me. I remembered what her brother looked like, but was surprised at the picture. The goofy looking kid in my memory was gone, replaced by an extremely good looking guy. The picture was from the beach and there was no question that he was in shape. "Jennifer," Tiffany said, "I think she finds your brother yummy, as do I." "If you don't want him I'll take him," Kim said pulling the picture out of my hand. "Sara, it's ok," Tiffany said seeing the look on my face, "he's good looking and if you have to have a guy in your life better a good looking one than a troll, besides I'll be expecting you to share." "Jennifer," I said eventually, "go ahead and find out if he's interested in going out." "He's a really nice guy," Jennifer said puffing him up like only a big sister can, "he's got a good job, makes decent money, and he needs someone in his life." "Jennifer," I said, "I'm not looking for someone to marry. I just need to break Gandalf's programming so I can be with Tiffany. You know that. What happens if things work out and he falls for me and I have to hurt him or what if there is no breaking the programming and I have to balance things by having the two of them? How are you going to deal with that? I don't want anyone else getting hurt because of me. Are you really going to sacrifice your brother on the altar that seems to be my life?" "I know the risks involved with this," Jennifer said tears obvious on her face, "but I don't know of any other way to help you. Please just go out with him once and if it doesn't work then we can try something else." Looking around I noticed that it was only the three of us now. "I told everyone we would let them know how things work out," Tiffany said handing us both hard ciders, "and I thought it was best if it was just us. Jennifer, just get it over with and tell her what you were thinking. What's the real reason for wanting her to date Rob?" "I don't know what," Jennifer said before Tiffany's hand came across her face in a gunshot loud slap. "Bullshit," Tiffany yelled, "I saw your face when Michelle said Devin was taking her out. You forget I work in a hospital. I'm used to people lying to me so I know what it looks like. So, let's try the truth this time." Jennifer was cradling her face as the tears fell down her cheeks. "If I can't have you I wanted to keep you close," Jennifer said after a few minutes of studying the expression on my face, "and if things worked out with Rob you would always be close. It was always obvious to everyone but you. I love you. Even with everything different I can still see and hear Rick in your words and on your face. "That's why I said this was the last time Tiffany," Jennifer continued, "I thought if she was dating Devin maybe if I could get away and forget about what I lost." I had been hurt when she said that earlier, but now I understood. Tiffany caught my eye and when I saw her nod I knew what I was going to do. After I mouthed a thank you, Tiffany moved to lock up the house. "Jennifer, come with me," I said taking her hand and leading her down the hallway. Bringing her into my room I shut off the light, leaving the door open knowing Tiffany would be joining us eventually. "Close your eyes Jennibelle," I said softly wrapping my arms around her. "Sara," she said, "what are you-" That was as far as she got before I pressed my lips to hers. Her mouth was slightly open so I slipped my tongue between her lips and began to softly explore. Her body tensed for only a moment before I felt her relaxing in arms. I was happy when I felt her begin to respond to me, her tongue beginning to move against mine. I began to use my fingers along her back in the ways I remembered, drawing a soft moan into our kiss. "That's not fair," Jennifer said breaking the kiss. Laying her head on my shoulder I continued to dig my fingers into her back. Drawing my hands down her back I slipped them under her shirt as I gently kissed the side of her neck. "Sara," she whispered. "Shhh," I said against her neck, "no names, no words, just relax." I continued to work the muscles in her back, feeling them melt under my touch. I stayed along her spine, remembering how much she enjoyed that until I reached the strap of her bra. I felt her arms begin to move as my fingers deftly undid the hooks. "You've gotten better at that," she said, the smile in her tone obvious. Taking a moment she pulled off her shirt and let her bra fall to the floor before doing the same to my shirt. For some reason I had decided to wear a bra today and reaching behind my back quickly removed it. "I've had a bit more practice than the last time," I said as my hands moved across her skin feeling the goose bumps rising. Stepping back Jennifer climbed onto the bed with me following after letting my shorts drop to the ground. Climbing onto the bed I ran my hands up her pant legs until I felt smooth skin under my fingers. Instead of pulling them off as was my first instinct I ignored them and began to place kisses along her waist. Her skin was soft and supple under my lips, her body smooth and toned even after two kids. Working my way up I continued to lick and nibble, her soft moans the only sounds save my lips on her skin. Unlike the first time I knew what I was doing, I was going to make love to Jennifer. Running my hands over her breasts I felt her nipples standing erect as my palms passed over them. Another moan from her told me I was on the right course. Up until now Jennifer had been fairly passive, but when I wrapped my lips around her nipple she was suddenly cradling my head, holding me to her. "Oh so good," Jennifer moaned as I suckled at her breast, my free hand rolling her other nipple between my fingers. I had forgotten how sensitive her nipples were until her reaction as I nibbled and chewed, moving back and forth between them. I knew if I really took my time I could make her cum just from playing with her breasts, I had discovered that our last time together. Jennifer's fingers were wrapped in my hair when she pulled me up to be face to face with her. Pulling my mouth onto hers all of the hesitancy from earlier was gone, her tongue swirling with mine as we kissed. She began to drag her nails down my back which was enough to cause me to moan into her mouth. She knew how much I enjoyed things like that and I knew she was smiling through the kiss. I could tell she was surprised when her hand ran across my ass and discovered all I had on was a tiny G-string. I moved off of her and to her side when I heard Tiffany enter the room. I was lying on her right arm trapping it under me as we continued to kiss. So far she had been keeping her hands to relatively safe areas like my back and ass so I took her free hand and pulled it to my breast, placing my piercing in the middle of her palm. I'm not sure if her reaction was to my breast or the piercing, but she immediately started to play with my nipple, twisting and manipulating the ring. Tiffany was on the bed and I knew it was going to be an enjoyable night when I felt her hand slip along my leg. Lately when it was just us Tiffany loved to use this oil she had recently found and I could tell her hand was coated in it. I'm not sure where she got it, but it was similar to what was used on me at Paul's. Moving her hand across my thigh and over my ass she spread the oil onto my skin. Before the night was over we would all be coated in the stuff, but it was certainly fun getting there. Reaching down I took Tiffany's hand and pulled her so she was lying on the other side of Jennifer. Breaking the kiss with Jennifer I tilted her chin so Tiffany could capture her mouth with her own. I have always had excellent night vision so the sight of the two women I loved kissing was a sight I hope to never forget. Tiffany was keeping her hands moving across Jennifer's breasts so I began to work my way down. I made little circles with my tongue as I crossed her stomach only stopping when I came to her pants. Using my teeth, just because I felt like it, I unsnapped her pants and started to nibble on her skin as I worked them open. Sitting back on my heels I began working her pants off hooking her underwear at the same time and just like I remembered she lifted her hips allowing me to slip them off. Taking a moment to slip off the G-string I set my hands on her thighs and began to massage the muscles. "Oh damn," Jennifer said as my fingers worked her thighs, "you were always far too good with your hands." Taking a small bit of oil from the bottle on the table I massaged it into her skin as I moved her legs apart. Running my hands up her legs and across her stomach I slowly lowered myself between her legs, my hot breath on her lips drawing soft moans from her. It was either that or Tiffany nibbling on her neck. Dipping my head down between her thighs I reached out with my tongue and slowly slid it between her moist folds. Her pussy tasted just as sweet as I remembered and I pushed my tongue as deeply as I could into her wanting to get as deep a taste as I could. I didn't feel any tingling so I was fairly certain the growing tongue trick was only when I was after a guy's cum. Keeping all of my movements slow I probed the depths of her pussy as I worked my tongue in and out of her, occasionally flicking it around her clit. Reaching up with my hand I slid it between Tiffany's legs only to run into Jennifer's hand already working her fingers into her. I was happy to see Jennifer taking an active role as I wasn't sure if she had ever been with a woman before. Settling in I explored every crease and fold of her pussy, listening for the gasps and moans from the sensitive spots. The more I explored the more her juices flowed across my tongue and soon I felt her fingers weave into my hair as her hips began to move, grinding against my face. Looking up I could see Tiffany was licking and biting at her nipples and knowing how sensitive they were made me think she was getting close. Using my fingers I pulled back the hood and began flicking her clit with my tongue. "Oh yes right there don't stop," Jennifer cried, her grip on my hair holding me in place as my tongue assaulted her clit. Working my arm up I pushed two fingers into her and that seemed to be the catalyst her body was waiting for. Her hips rose from the bed at the same time her grip on my hair tightened pulling my mouth hard down over her clit which I promptly began to suck. "Ri- ri- OH GODDAMMIT, SARA don't you dare stop," Jennifer screamed as her body convulsed from her orgasm. It was hard not to laugh as her brain attempted to get my name right. I continued to suck at her clit until I felt her juices flowing over my fingers causing me to immediately plunge my tongue into her, wanting every drop of her sweet nectar. It was then as I probed deeply that I felt familiar tingling sensation. "Oh what the fuck," Jennifer cried as my enlarged tongue moved in and out of her, "Sara, your tongue is huge." Tiffany shot me a glance and smiled as I continued to fuck Jennifer with my tongue. This doesn't happen every single time I have sex, and I'm glad about that, it makes for the nice occasional surprise. Jennifer discovered just how multi orgasmic she was as I didn't stop until she was pushing me away, having lost count of her orgasms. Seeing her laying there, her body covered in sweat and oil, was one of the sexiest things I've ever seen and had to kiss her, plunging my tongue into her mouth. She surprised me when she immediately began to suck on my tongue, tasting her own sweet juice. "I don't want to know and I don't care what that was, but fuck it felt amazing," Jennifer said after our kiss broke, "Sara I want to taste you." Sitting up she started to move towards me until I stopped her. "I want to see the two of you together first," I said moving down the bed, "the two women I love together. I can't imagine anything sexier." I watched the two of them kiss for a moment before getting up and opening the blinds to let the moonlight in. Anything done in the light of the moon just seems to be that much sexier and this was no exception. The light reflecting off the oil glistening on their skin filled the room with an otherworldly feeling as I watched them explore each other's bodies. Tiffany seemed to be the tentative one, which is quite out of character for her, as her hands roamed over Jennifer's body. Jennifer on the other hand showed no hesitation to explore and was soon nibbling and sucking with abandon causing Tiffany to squirm and moan. Watching the two of them was quite erotic, but I was a little surprised when they moved to scissor each other. Tiffany and I have done that, but we both prefer to make each other crazy with our tongues. After a few more moments of watching I decided I wanted to play as well. Climbing off the bed I opened the nightstand and retrieved the double headed purple dildo Tiffany bought right after I moved in. Ever since my experience with strap ons when I met Michelle I had been avoiding those kinds of toys, but we had been using regular dildos and this monster with no issues. Coating the toy in lube I crawled back onto the bed and put my face down between their legs licking at their mashed together clits. Tiffany let out a small squeak of happiness upon seeing the toy and snatched it from my hand before beginning to suck on the end. "Jennifer," Tiffany said pulling away from her a small bit, "lie down and let me do this." With Jennifer laying down I watched Tiffany stuff herself with the toy before helping her work it into Jennifer. As Tiffany began to grind and bounce against Jennifer both of their moans filled the air and I was soaking wet watching these two impaling each other on the toy. Looking at Jennifer I could see her eyes were closed and her mouth hanging open as she focused on moving in rhythm with Tiffany. Watching her pink tongue dart out to lick her lips made me realize her face looked like the best seat ever. I think she was a little preoccupied with the toy to realize what I was doing until my pussy was directly in her face. Happily, there was no hesitation as she wrapped her arms around my legs and buried her tongue into me. Grinding my pussy on her face I lowered my body onto hers so I could easily lick at both of their pussies. It was quickly apparent that while Jennifer was inexperienced in being with other women she was certainly enthusiastic about it. Her hot tongue spearing through the lips of my pussy felt amazing and I was certainly hoping this wasn't a one-time encounter. "Tiffany back up a bit," I said reaching between them to grab the toy. I had done this before so Tiffany knew what was up. Taking the toy I began moving it back and forth between them, much faster than before so they were both getting fucked. While Tiffany was expecting it Jennifer instantly lost focus on what she was doing until I pushed my pussy against her mouth. She was having trouble, but started lapping at my pussy again while Tiffany was just laying back pinching and twisting her nipples. I decided I really just wanted to make these two sexy women scream so I crawled off of Jennifer and moved so I was between them. I was able to maintain the fast pace with the toy, but I added a twisting motion to it. They both started to play with their clits as the dildo hammered their pussies. I knew they were getting close so I decided to try and push them over the edge. Stopping the dildo between them I began to roll it, completely changing the stimulation they were receiving. It was enough. Jennifer broke first followed moments later by Tiffany, the two of them moving so much I pulled my hand away from the toy as they slammed together again. It was incredibly erotic to watch those two grinding against each other as orgasms raced through their bodies. Reaching down I began to rub both their clits with my thumbs drawing out the pleasure even longer. It wasn't until Tiffany launched herself to the other side of the bed, leaving Jennifer a quivering mess with the purple dildo hanging out of her pussy, that things finally calmed down. Tiffany wasn't doing much better curled up with her pillow, her body shaking and twitching. I knew it would be evil, but I pulled the dildo out of Jennifer in one swift motion setting her off once again. Wrapping my arms around her I held onto her until she finally began to settle down. Moving around on the bed they curled up with each other as I went to get some water for us all. Drinking from the bottles of water I brought, we all relaxed and when Jennifer patted the bed I crawled in between them. "Jennifer I'll make you a deal," I said cuddled between the two sexy warm bodies, "I'll have lunch with Rob and then decide if I am willing to date him, ok?" "That sounds good to me," Jennifer said slightly hazy from the multiple orgasms, "Oh and we realized something while you were out. You're the only one who hasn't come yet tonight and we are going to fix that." I heard Tiffany giggle as she pulled the dildo out from behind her back and I could see they both had evil grins on their faces. Fuck me; literally. Another chapter in the complicated life of Sara. Feel free to let me know what you think with your votes and your comments. It's your positive feedback that keeps the authors here on Lit motivated to write. Transformation Ch. 10 This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission. This Chapter is only lightly edited as I am in search of a new editor. Please forgive any misspellings or typos. ***** "Seriously it's only lunch," Tiffany said as she sat on our bed, "I don't get why you are so nervous." She was watching me dig through my closet for the fifth time as I walked around still naked from my shower. She had been amusing herself at my expense for at least the last half hour as for the life of me I couldn't figure out what to wear. I finally understood why some woman can look at a closet and say, 'I have nothing to wear,' but there was no way in hell I was going to utter those words. "I wish I knew," I said finally giving up and sitting on the bed next to her, "there is just something about this that feels really important and I'm nervous about it. Can you help me? You know how bad I suck at picking out clothes." It was true, I couldn't pick an outfit other than jeans and a t-shirt if my life depended on it. Walking into the closet Tiffany wasn't in there longer than three minutes before she came out with jeans and a red top I had instantly dismissed. Setting them on the chair she dug through my drawers pulling out what had to be the most conservative underwear I owned. They were still black and silk as since I discovered how good silk felt I refuse to wear anything else. So yeah I'm a snob when it comes to my underwear, when I wear it. Lastly snagging my brown boots she laid everything out for me. "There you go," Tiffany said smiling, "perfect first date outfit." She was smiling because I refused to refer to this as a date. It was just lunch and nothing more. If things went well I would probably be seeing more of him but first I needed to survive lunch. All this fucking effort just to try and break Gandalf's programming. I just wanted to be able to be with Tiffany and be happy but the happier I was with her the more I wanted guys to treat me like a whore. I just hope we can find a balance. "Thanks babe," I said getting dressed, "I really can't imagine what I would do without you. It's not too late, I can cancel this whole thing if you want me to." I already knew what her response was going to be but I had to make the offer. "We've been through this before," Tiffany said, "if we have any hope of getting you free of Gandalf we have to find a balance. It's been two weeks already and no I'm not happy about this but if we have the chance of long term happiness I'll deal with short term frustration." Two weeks, that's how long it has been since the intervention and the decision that I would start dating Rob. Two weeks since Heather and Tina broke out of jail and vanished into thin air, everyone else had already been recaptured. Tiffany was going back to work on Monday night and I had my first jui-jitsu class that same evening. I wasn't looking forward to not having her there when I went to bed but we had decided if I was going to be seeing Rob it was best if she moved back into her own room. Fuck you Gandalf, you smurf skinned little bitch. "You should get going," Tiffany said a short time later, "don't want you to be late and remember it's just lunch. He's not expecting anything other than food." She had helped me to do my makeup as I still tended to look like Bozo the clown when unassisted. Somethings Gandalf had made easy for me, others still completely escape my comprehension. I can fuck and suck like a porn star but barely can handle putting on lipstick and I am currently forbidden from trying to put on eyeliner after stabbing myself in the eyeball. It wasn't a pretty sight. I was sorely tempted to take my bike but the look I got from Tiffany when I started opening the garage quickly changed my mind. "Next time," Tiffany said giving me a hug and a quick kiss, "Now go and have fun and I'll be here, naked." I all but growled as I watched her walking away, her ass swaying deliciously. Climbing into my jeep I headed off to meet Rob. We were meeting at a Mexican restaurant called Manuel's that wasn't that far from where we lived. Growing up I had never been there so this was something new for me. Fuck, all of this was new to me as I had never been on a blind date. Yes, I could admit to myself as I stood outside the restaurant that this was indeed a date. Walking into the restaurant I gave his name and got directed towards the table. Taking a deep breath I headed through the restaurant and towards the table. Rounding the corner I took a few moments to look at him before I approached the table and I knew I was in trouble. His sandy blonde hair was long and shaggy but not quite enough for a ponytail. His pale blue eyes showed the same deep intelligence and playfulness as his sister and his shirt looked like the blue of the sky just before nightfall showing off his arms and the two open buttons hinted at the deep tan underneath. I was soaking wet and I hadn't even talked to him yet. I had to force myself to focus and not drool as I walked up to the table. Seeing me approaching he smiled and quickly got to his feet. His smile seemed genuine and open reaching his eyes and fuck me if he didn't have dimples. I always hated the guys with dimples in school as the girls always seemed to flock to them and now I suddenly understood why. "Sara, hi I'm Rob," he said, his voice deep and smooth, "it's nice to finally meet you." "It's nice to meet you too Rob," I said realizing I had a huge grin on my face, "shall we sit down." Scooting into the booth I set my bag down next to me making sure it was zipped closed. With Heather on the loose Tiffany and I wasted no time getting our concealed carry permits and the last thing I wanted was to have my gun fall out onto the table. I was trying to review in my head the history that Jennifer and I came up with but I kept finding myself distracted. "Jennifer told me what happened with your brother," Rob said looking genuinely saddened, "I remember him from when I was a kid. I know I was annoying back then but he always treated me pretty well, better than the loser Jennifer married. I always kinda hoped those two would get together. It was obvious to everyone but them they should be together." Fuck me, I must have been completely blind before. "Thanks," I said, "unfortunately sometimes people can't see things until they look through someone else's eyes. I know he cared about her but he seemed to think with his dick too much. It's unfortunate things turned out the way they did but all you can do is move on. I lost my brother to the coma a long time ago. After so many years I kept up hope but said goodbye just in case." It was strange to be talking about myself like that but there was nothing I said that wasn't true. "I hope you don't mind but I'd really rather not talk about Rick," I said trying to change the topic, "I may have said my goodbyes but it still hurts." "Of course," he said, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to drag up painful memories. I just wanted to express my condolences but your right. This day isn't about the past, it's about new beginnings." We both munched on the chips and salsa for a few minutes before he spoke again. "So Jennifer says you were in the Marine Corps but got hurt," he said, "do you mind if I ask what happened?" This was one of the things we had worked out and honestly I expected the question. "It was what they call a training accident," I said hoping I remembered everything, "my commanding officer had arranged for us to do somethings base units don't normally get to do. I was fast roping out of a CH-53 helicopter when the aircraft started having problems. The bird veered out and away from our landing zone and I got slammed into a tree. Between the tree and the fall to the ground I ended up in the hospital for quite a while." "How badly were you hurt?" Rob asked, "Did anyone else get injured?" "No," I said, "fortunately the pilots were able to get the bird on the ground before anyone else got hurt. Turned out to be a bad part from the manufacturer. Even then I got lucky, somehow I managed to not break anything so badly it required surgery. Just a lot of time encased in plaster. They weren't certain I would ever be able to return to full duty so the decision was made to medically retire me." I had my hands in front of me and was wringing them together as I was actually upset over the decision to kick me out of the Corps. I think Rob was reaching out to take my hands when the waiter arrived to take our order. As we had not even taken the time to open the menus we quickly scanned them and I ordered some fish tacos. Laughing at ourselves we made small talk as we waited for the food and I was amazed at how quickly time passed. I couldn't even tell you how my food was as I found I was so focused on Rob and what he was saying that I just kind of ate on auto-pilot. Tiffany was the only other person I had ever reacted like this with and it wasn't scaring me, only reinforcing the idea that I wanted to see him again. Once the food was done and the plates cleared we fell back into our conversation. I found it incredibly easy to talk to him and the details of my cover flowed out like it was my own life I was describing. I'm sure we would have sat there all night taking if the hostess had not come over and informed us we had exceeded our allotted time. I wanted to split the bill but Rob insisted on paying so I made sure to leave the tip. "Sara," Rob said as he walked me to my jeep, "I really enjoyed myself this afternoon and would like to be able to see you again." "I'd like that too," I told him, "Did you have something in mind or do you want to call me and we can set something up? I'm busy tonight but fairly open after that." "I'm doing something tonight too," he said after seeming to think for a minute, "but I will call you tomorrow and we can definitely set something up. I know this was only supposed to be lunch but I really like you so do you think this qualifies as our first date?" I couldn't help but smile at the question as I had already decided this was definitely a first date kind of day. "Oh absolutely," I said. I liked the fact that as we talked he never exceeded arms reach. "I was hoping you would say that," he said pulling me into his arms. Suddenly pressed against his chest I could feel the muscles under his shirt and was aware of the difference in our heights as the top of my head was barely above his chin. We stayed like that for a moment before I felt his hand tilting my chin, raising my face up as he lowered his mouth to mine. Despite the hard muscles under my hands his lips were soft and sensual as they pressed against me, my mouth opening to feel his tongue dart inside almost playful in it's exploring. When his hands dropped to my waist I couldn't help but reach up and run my fingers through his hair, the strands thick and luxurious, pulling a slight growl from his throat. I'm not sure how long we stood there kissing. It could have been moments or it could have been hours, I didn't care. We were both breathless when we finally stepped away from each other, panting as if we just finished a marathon. "Tomorrow," he said as he caught his breath, "will absolutely call you tomorrow and if I don't it's because I'm dead." "You better," I said smiling, my own breathing finally under control, "or I'll be calling your sister." "Have no fear," he said moving to his car, a black mustang I had noticed when I pulled in, "you will be hearing from me soon. Until tomorrow Sara." I couldn't help but crack up as he pulled away when I noticed a small sticker in the rear window. The symbol of the imperial empire from star wars. I was so preoccupied I didn't notice the buzzing of my phone until I climbed into the jeep. Starting up the jeep and cranking the air I pulled out my phone seeing it was a text from Kim, 'Tina's body was found. It wasn't pretty. Will come over tomorrow after shift and talk.' Awesome, after shift for them meant some time at oh fuck it's early in the morning. Firing back a confirmation text I headed home to let Tiffany know the news. Even with the news about Tina fuck me if I wasn't smiling the entire drive home. Getting home I found Tiffany on the couch reading a book, naked as she promised. "I would ask how things went but from the smile on your face I guess I don't have to," she said as soon as I set my stuff down, "alright tell me all about it." I spent the next thirty minutes replaying everything that had happened leaving nothing out. She smiled when I got to the end of the date and described the kiss. "Seems Jennifer's nice guy brother has a bit of a bad boy streak," Tiffany said, "Good, I think you would get bored with someone who is a complete nice guy. You need someone to challenge you." Getting up off the couch I followed Tiffany into her room while I told her about the text from Kim. We were temporarily abstaining from playing together until we knew if my dating Rob was having any effect on Gandalf's programming so her roaming around naked was just to tease me. "I'm glad she's no longer a threat," Tiffany said pulling her jeans on, "but it doesn't sound like she went out easy. Tina was just the minion, Heather is the real danger." "I agree and I want to know why things have been so quiet. I'm positive she has to be planning something," I said changing into the black tank top I stole from Tiffany, "I want to know more I just wish it wasn't going to be so early." Heading into my room I swapped out my nice jeans and boots for a pair of wranglers and black cowboy boots. I was dragging Tiffany out to Manzanita speedway in Phoenix tonight. I had not been to the dirt track since I was a kid and was really looking forward to it. After killing a couple of hours talking about anything and everything we jumped on my bike and headed to the track. I'm pretty sure I scared the hell out of Tiffany with my weaving in and out of traffic but I loved feeling her body pressed against my back and her arms around me. Plus it was fun catching the looks on people's faces when they realized it was two women on the bike. Finally hitting the track I locked up the bike and we headed in. The racing was an absolute riot. Watching the cars sliding all over the track with mud flying everywhere and engines screaming had the whole crowd yelling and cheering. The most exciting moment for me came during the Bombers race. If you have never seen a Bomber race imagine taking your grandmother's four door 1972 Chevy Impala slapping in a roll cage and put it on a dirt track with nineteen similar can't corner worth a fuck cars and setting them loose. Mayhem will certainly ensue and this race was no exception. It was pretty calm with all the usual beating and banging and the occasional spin out until the final lap. The top four cars had been dominating the entire race swapping the lead back and forth. Going into the final two turns the lead car blew a tire collecting not only the four leaders but the two cars after them. It was the seventh place car #33, a black and red cadillac deville, that managed to dodge all the wreckage by the skin of his teeth are take the win. The crowd was losing its mind as this unsponsored car managed to sneak in and get the win. I was watching the safety crew extract the drivers from their cars when Tiffany distracted me. "Holy hell he's hot," she yelled and from the laughing and comments she wasn't the only one to come to that conclusion. Following her gaze I looked down to see who she was drooling over. She was staring at the driver of the winning car who had tied the top of his firesuit around his waist and his black undershirt was stretched tight across his torso. It was easy to understand the sudden spike in the level of lust from the surrounding women until I looked higher than his abs and saw his face. "Son of a bitch it's Rob," I said suddenly feeling the need to kill every woman looking at him, "He said he was busy tonight not that he was racing." I took a few deep breaths to try and relax before the fangs came out. I mean that quite literally since with Gandalf around it wouldn't surprise me to suddenly grow fangs. "I'm going down into the pits," I told Tiffany as I gathered my stuff. Heading down a surprising number of people bailed out of my way as my boot heels clicked on the aluminum stands. "Sara wait up," Tiffany called after me as she caught up, "I want to be there for this." While most of the cars were pitted in the center of the track the bombers were kept over in the main pit area off to the side. Crossing out of the grandstands I headed for the small gate to the pits and it's one guard. "I'm sorry miss but the pits are closed until the end of the nights racing," the guard at the gate said again as he stood in front of us. We had been going around and around about this for several minutes now and I was starting to get seriously pissed. I was about two seconds from putting this guy on his ass when we got interrupted. "Ricky," a voice from inside the pits said, "let them in. I've seen her put two guys bigger than you down hard on their asses and she liked them." Stepping from the shadows was the grizzled old biker from the day I got my bike, looking far less grizzled in his track polo and khaki slacks. "Forgive Ricky," he said handing us both wristbands once we were inside, "he's just doing his job. The stall you are looking for is right down there. If I don't see you later have a good night." Watching him walk away Tiffany and I looked at each other for a moment before heading down in the direction he indicated. As we got closer to the pit stall we began to hear conversation going from talking about the race to talking about me. "Seriously she was fucking amazing," Rob was saying, "Hair so black it's almost blue, bright blue eyes, and an absolutely killer body. Fuck she's hot. I really need to thank my sister big time." We had stepped into the light behind Rob but his buddies could see us and the look on my face. "Black hair, killer body, and bright blue eyes that you pray are never looking at you when she's pissed," one of the guys in the pits said, "Everyone agree with that assessment?" The murmurs of agreement and the fact everyone was looking over his shoulder got Rob's attention. "She's standing right behind me isn't she?" Rob asked quietly. "Well if it's not her then you managed to piss off someone with the exact description you just gave us," someone else said. I decided I was not going to be a bitch about this since really there was no point. Neither of us had mentioned coming to the track so I really didn't have any grounds to be angry. Not that I was going to mention that to him. "Hi boys," I said stepping all the way into the light, "I'm Sara and that's Tiffany and as for you Rob." Grabbing the front of his shirt I pulled him down and into a kiss that easily rivaled our one from earlier. "Nice piece of driving," I said stepping away. All of his buddies were laughing at the stunned look on his face both from the kiss and the fact I leaned back against his chest and pulled his arms around me. "Sorry I didn't mention the race," he said in my ear, "I wasn't sure how you would react to it. Jennifer doesn't like to even hear about my racing." "It's ok really," I said turning around in his arms, "although in the future I'd rather you keep your firesuit on when you win. They are going to have trouble cleaning up all the drool from the women in the stands." "I'm pretty sure it's not just drool they are going to be cleaning up," Tiffany said walking over next to us. Transformation Ch. 10 "Rob, this is Tiffany," I said stepping out of his arms, "She has been my rock through everything that has happened to me since I got out of the hospital and I am as close to her as it is possible to be to someone." I let the connotation of my statement just hang in the air to see if he picked up on it and had to smile when his eyebrows rose sharply. "So what are you boys up to now that you're done racing?" I asked, "Just going to hang out and celebrate?" "Well that was the plan originally," Rob said, "but that was before you showed up. Since you're here do you want to do something else?" "Rob if today hadn't been our very first date I can ensure that you would be properly rewarded for winning tonight," I said folding myself back into his arms, "But since today was our first date I'm good just hanging out with your friends. Tiffany are you good just hanging out for a while?" In truth I would have happily taken him to bed tonight but something told me that going slow with Rob was going to be worth it. "Of course I am," she said reaching out to touch my arm, "besides it's not like I could get out of parking lot on your bike without getting killed." To this day I don't know what it was but the instant Tiffany touched my arm I felt something pass between the three of us. It wasn't a spark but more like something warm and happy originating from me and flowing into both Tiffany and Rob everywhere we touched. It lasted for but a moment but once it passed a feeling of contentment settled over the three of us. "What the hell was that?" Rob asked as I basked in the warm feelings. "One of the risks of dating Sara," Tiffany said slowly making circles on my arm, "is strange little things seem to follow her around but the fact that all three of us felt it is going to mean something." I was looking at Tiffany through half lidded eyes wondering how far she was going to go in her explanation. "Rob," Tiffany continued, "I can assure you that even with all the chaos that swirls around her she is absolutely worth it and you would be a fool not to take a chance." "Jennifer told me about Heather wanting to kill you," Rob said; his arms pulling me tight against him, "and torching your jeep as well as the loss of your parents. She hinted at how much you care about Tiffany but didn't go into detail. Even knowing all of that I still wanted to meet you because something told me I would be passing up someone amazing." I found I had tears slowly streaming down my face even though I was trying not to cry. His words meant more to me than he could possibly imagine and I had just met him a few hours ago. Turning around I stood on my toes and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you," I whispered wiping away my tears and forcing myself to smile, "Why don't you show me this car you won in?" He spent the next twenty or so minutes talking about the car probably assuming I didn't have a clue what he was talking about. "Do you want to sit in the car," he asked. I had been waiting for this question as I knew his ulterior motive. With me sitting in the car he would be able to look down my tank top as he leaned in to explain stuff. "Sure," I said swinging my legs up and easily sliding into the car. I knew it would surprise him so I took a few seconds to pull the front of my tank top down exposing as much skin as possible. Sticking his head in the window I watched his eyes pop open at how much skin I was showing. As he started explaining stuff about the car I saw his eyeballs constantly drifting back to my cleavage. "Rob," I said his head popping up, "I meant what I said earlier and thank you for giving me a chance. That being said you should expect your new girlfriend to tease you incessantly and I will never object to you looking, at me or other women as long as you understand I will be doing the same." "What about guys," he said not realizing he had left himself wide open for me. "Rob," I said smiling, "if you want to look at guys I won't object as long as you point out the tasty ones to me." Shaking his head he backed up out of the car letting me climb out. "I walked right into that, didn't I," Rob said. "I'm afraid so," I said caressing his face, "and I will take the shot every single time you give me an opening." We spent a few more hours just hanging out at the track before calling it a night. Tiffany was flirting pretty heavily with a guy named Eric but she didn't seem to have any interest in staying once I was ready to go. Climbing into the back of the old beat up white Dodge pickup hauling the trailer Rob rode with us over to the bike. "I'll call you later today," Rob said as Tiffany and I climbed on the bike. "but don't worry it's not going to be too early." "It's not going to matter when you call," Tiffany said laughing, "We have to be up early today anyways. If you want to learn what it's really like to be in Sara's life then I suggest you come over before eight o'clock. That's when Tom and Kim should be stopping by." "Eight o'clock," Rob said incredulously, his eyes wide open, "fuck that's early but I'll be there." Stepping over to the bike Rob lifted my face and bent down to steal a kiss. "I'll be there but there had better be coffee," he said climbing back into the truck. Firing up the bike the ride home was a lot calmer much to Tiffany's satisfaction. At almost two a.m. the roads were clear and it wasn't long before we pulled into the driveway. "You really like him don't you?" Tiffany said as soon as we got inside. "Tiffany," I said walking over to her and taking her into my arms, "I'm not sure what happened when the three of us touched but nothing has changed for me. Yes, I like him and I want to see more of him but it's you I am in love with. It's you I want to spend my life with. It's you I want to spend however long it is that we will have together. Nothing is going to change that so please don't think you are losing me." "I'm sorry," Tiffany said, her eyes cast to the ground, "I watched the two of you tonight and it was like the rest of the world didn't exist. You were laughing and smiling like I've only seen occasionally. It was only when the three of us touched that everything felt ok." "Tiffany you're wrong," I said lifting her face to mine, "Since I've been awake there has only been a couple of times I felt like I really fit in this world. The happiness I felt in his arms is no different to me than how I feel in yours right now. When you touched me I don't know what it felt like to you but to me it felt as if everything was right in the world. Maybe the three of us are supposed to be together. Michelle did say that might happen. Please Tiffany, never doubt that you have my heart." I knew it was going to be breaking the rules we had set but I didn't care. I wasn't going to let Tiffany out of my arms tonight. "Come to bed with me," I told her my fingers running along her arms, "I don't care what we agreed." Taking her hands in mine I pulled her into my bedroom. "Let me make love to you," I said as I pulled her tank top off, "Let me erase any doubts you have about my feelings." I had unsnapped her jeans and was working them down when she took ahold of my wrists. "You really would throw everything else away for me wouldn't you?" she asked pulling me upright, "Even give up Rob if I asked you to?" "For you in a heartbeat," I said. I was hoping that she wouldn't ask that of me but I would do it for her, make any sacrifice she asked of me. "Then don't wait too long before taking Rob to bed," she said, "I'm not sure if what happened when we touched is a sign of the future but I have a feeling it is going to be the three of us for a long time. I love you Sara and I'm not going to ask you give everything up for me. The fact you are willing to is enough and if you are willing to do that for me then I should be willing to wait. So I'm going to wait. I'm going to wait for you Sara. Just don't make me wait too long before I get another taste of that sweet pussy." I stood there in shock as she walked out of the room and closed my door. I was tempted to follow her but I was fairly certain what the result would be. It took me a moment to realize she wasn't rejecting me, quite the opposite in fact. She wanted me as much as I wanted her but was willing to wait and see if Rob was the key to escaping Gandalf's programming. I was saddened that I wouldn't be spending the night with her but as I thought about it I realized she was sacrificing more that I was at the moment. She wasn't going to be with anyone else until I was with Rob. As I undressed and got into bed I considered taking him when he showed up in the morning but decided to wait and let things develop as was originally planned. The ringing of the doorbell dragged me out of my blissful slumber. Raising my head I saw that it was barely after seven in the morning and Tom and Kim were early. Dragging my ass out of bed I threw on a t-shirt and headed to the door. I wasn't thinking about how I looked as they had already seen me at my absolute worst, laying on the ground battered and bleeding from Heather's attack with the bat. Opening the door I was stunned to see Rob standing there holding carry out coffee from Starbucks. How in the fuck could he possibly look so yummy this early in the morning? "Thanks," I said trying not to panic as I reached out and took one of the coffees, "five minutes." Leaving the door open I sipped my coffee as I walked back down the hallway to my room. Looking in the mirror in my room I had to admit I've looked worse, not often but it has happened. At least my hair wasn't standing straight up in the air. Turning on the shower I knew I was going to be longer than five minutes but not by much. As quickly as I could I washed my hair and body taking advantage of the wonders of body wash. Drying off and brushing my teeth I took a couple of extra seconds to make sure I hadn't grown fangs overnight. For some reason I was obsessed with the idea of growing fangs recently. Getting dressed in shorts and a tank top I headed out to the kitchen to find Tom and Kim had arrived and were getting to know Rob. "Rob was just telling us how he got to see your early morning not enough sleep look," Kim said, "Although from the sounds of it you didn't have saliva plastered to your face this time." "Gee thanks Kojak," I said putting my arm around Rob, "shall I see if we have a sucker or have you gotten your fix already?" From the blush on her face I would say she most certainly had gotten her fix off of Tom's cock. "Ok hell must have frozen over if Sara is up and dressed before me," Tiffany said walking into the kitchen, "Of course Rob being here would have been my second choice." I knew I at least was functional at a basic level but how these people could be so bright eyed and bushy tailed was beyond me. Leaning into Rob, I must have smiled when he slid his arm around me. "I can't remember seeing you so content looking," Kim said smiling at us, "it's a good look for you." "Thanks," I said, enjoying the feeling of Rob's arms around me. I was surprised at how safe he was making me feel. "Tom looks like he's about to fall asleep on his feet so why don't you tell us about Tina so he can get home," Tiffany said sipping on her coffee, "Tom, you're welcome to crash out on the couch for a bit if you want." "No thanks," Tom said as he stretched for a moment, "let's get this over with so I can get home and grab a shower." Closing his eyes for a moment he took a deep breath before continuing. "The initial conclusion is that Tina was strangled while being sexually assaulted," Tom said, "She had severe bruising around her neck and on her inner thighs as well as vaginal bruising. They can't tell yet if her attacker killed her before or after he finished raping her. One other thing, her body was found in the same alleyway you were assaulted in." I saw Kim flash Tom a look when he stopped and apparently I wasn't the only one who noticed. "You're leaving something out aren't you?" Rob said, "Something not being released to the public." We watched as a silent battle of wills took place before Tom finally just shook his head. The wave of his hand indicated it was up to Kim. "The name Tiberius was carved into her chest," Kim said. Tiberius, it took me a moment before the significance of hit my brain and my stomach roiled. Sprinting from the kitchen I barely made it to my bathroom before my stomach emptied itself into the toilet. The coffee was quickly gone replaced with dry heaves as my body tried to expel what wasn't there. I knew someone else was in the bathroom with me when I felt my hair being pulled back out of my face. He didn't say anything but by the large presence behind me I knew it was Rob. He rubbed my back in small circles as my body finally stopped trying to empty itself. Rising to my feet I moved over to the sink to rinse out my mouth and brush my teeth. The fact he was just being there for me and not asking questions was huge to me and I appreciated it greatly. I knew I would have to answer questions when I got back into the kitchen but that was ok. I was fairly certain I knew what was going on but no one would believe it, not without revealing that truth about me to the world. Taking a deep breath I walked back into the kitchen. "I'm sorry about that. My parents were serious Star Trek and science fiction fans and my brother's middle name was Tiberius," I said as soon as I entered the kitchen, "It just wasn't something I was expecting." The stunned looks on their faces told me they understood the implications of what I just said and I was suddenly feeling very tired. "Rob," Tiffany said her face serious, "I think all of this has been a bit much for her this early in the morning. Can you stay here with her for a while? I need to go run some errands today." "Of course," he said before taking me into his arms, "take as long as you need. I don't have anything else planned until later on today and it was nice meeting you both," he said to Kim and Tom. Guiding me down to my room Rob pulled back the covers before lifting me up and setting me in the bed. Taking my face in his hands he kissed my cheek. "I'll stay as long as you want me to," he said. "Turn around for a moment," I said before scooting over to the middle of my bed. Seeing him stand and turn his back to me I slipped out of my shirt and shorts before crawling under the covers. I still had a pair of panties on but he had no way of knowing that. "Ok turn back around. I'm sorry about this morning," I said, "I hate feeling weak and powerless but hearing my brother's name being carved into Tina just got to me." "I understand not wanting to show weakness," he said sitting on the bed, his fingers brushing the hair out of my eyes before caressing the side of my face, "but having weaknesses is part of what makes us human. Until yesterday I thought I knew most of my weaknesses but it turns out I was wrong. I had one I didn't expect." "Would you lie down with me?" I asked. It was strange to me this sensation I was feeling. I just wanted to feel the warmth of someone next to me. I just wanted to feel someone holding on to me. It was then I realized that more and more of my old personality was slipping away. The guy part of me was vanishing slowly being replaced with feelings and emotions that were undoubtedly female and I found a certain comfort in that. It was almost as if this is what I was supposed to be all along. "Absolutely," he said, an eager grin on his face. Watching him stripping off his shirt I marveled at the way his muscles moved and how even his tan was. There was no question that I was staring at him when he pulled back the covers to climb in. "You don't have to leave your jeans on," I said as he moved to crawl in. I was very interested to see just how big the large bulge in his jeans really was. "No," he said chuckling, "I really think I should. If I had something on under them then I might." Letting him crawl into my bed I immediately curled myself against him, laying my head on his chest, my hand resting on his stomach. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest and the slow and steady beat of his heart. Well his heartbeat wasn't always slow and steady. As my hand made slow circles on his stomach it would occasionally drop down towards his waist causing his heart to race. As his fingers lightly ran across my back eventually the sounds of his heart and his breathing lulled me to sleep. When I awoke a couple of hours later I found I was wrapped up in Rob's arms as he spooned against me. My head was resting on his arm with his other pulling me tight against him, his hand just below my breasts. Content to just enjoy the warmth of his body I began to caress his arm, eventually drawing him awake. "I would say good morning but I'm not sure what time it is," Rob said as he began to kiss my shoulder. The feeling of his lips on my skin was heavenly as he brushed the hair away and moved to my neck. As he nibbled on my neck I pulled his hand to my breast before reaching up and running my fingers through his hair.. As his fingers moved to my nipple he froze when he felt the gold ring of my piercings. "You're pierced," he whispered, his tone inquisitive, questioning. "Would you like to see them?" I asked, wondering what his reaction would be. "Very much so," he said nibbling on my ear. Shifting in his arms I moved onto my back allowing him unfettered access to my breasts. He spent long tortuous minutes exploring the piercings; rolling them in his fingers, tugging on them, watching and learning how my body reacted to him. My moans giving him the clues he needed. "Wow your nipples are extremely sensitive aren't they," he asked gently pulling on my ring. "Yes, they are," I said moaning. I was soaking wet and I knew if he wanted to take me I wouldn't fight it in the slightest. Plan be damned, he was playing my body like it was an instrument he had been learning his entire life and I was right on the edge. "I thought as much," he said with a lopsided grin that I would learn meant he was either about to do something evil or was pleased with himself, in this case both. Dipping his head down he took my nipple into his mouth and began sucking; hard. "Oh fuck," I cried out as his powerful sucking of my nipple sent sensations straight to my pussy, triggering the orgasm that had been building. My hands flew up clutching his head, holding him to my breast as his free hand began to twist and tug at my other nipple. "Oh god Rob don't stop," I said as it felt like my entire body shattered into a million pieces, I was shaking from the intensity of my orgasm. I had never cum so hard from just having my nipples toyed with. Lifting himself up and over me without releasing my nipple Rob pressed his denim clad leg between my thighs. Reaching down my hands flew to his jeans and started undoing them. "No Sara, not today," he said, taking my hands and pinning them over my head. Taking his free hand he slid it down my body before cupping my mound. I could feel his fingers pressing against me through the ruined silk of my panties gently running through my lips. I moaned in anticipation of his fingers when he pulled the fabric to the side but instead I got the rough denim of his jeans grinding against my clit. "Fuck you're evil," I groaned as he ground his leg into me. Looking at him all I could see was that same lopsided grin before he pushed me into the bed pressing his mouth against mine. Releasing my hands I wrapped my arms around him as his tongue danced with mine. Gripping his denim covered ass I ground my pussy against his leg, my moans cut off by the kiss. The rough fabric felt incredible as it scraped across my sensitive skin, opening my lips and running across my clit, sending shivers through my entire body. As he continued to play my body I could tell my next orgasm would be massive. Transformation Ch. 10 "Oh god," I cried out as I continued to grind against his leg, "this is going to be big." "That's it baby," he said tweaking my nipple again before staring me in the eyes, "I want to hear my woman scream." As usual for me it was the words more than anything else that set me off and Rob learned two important lessons about me; I actually do scream and I squirt. I'm fairly certain I didn't say anything intelligible as I was thrashing around under him but I never stopping grinding my pussy until I completely soaked his leg as my juices splashed against him. "Well I suppose I should be more careful what I ask for," Rob said looking down at me. I'm sure I made an entertaining sight, wrung out and covered in sweat. "But then again," he said getting right above my face, "I certainly got what I asked for." Lifting up I snagged his lips with my teeth pulling him into a deep kiss, settling back on the bed as he shifted his weight pinning me under him. The kiss was exquisite as we slowly explored each other's bodies and mouths. I could have happily spent the rest of the day right there in his arms. "So I have to ask," Rob said, moving off and laying down, pulling me against him, "do you always cum like that?" "That loudly yes," I told him, "That wet fortunately no. I can't imagine how much time I would spend doing laundry if I did." Climbing out of bed I went to my dresser and pulled out a pair of my old workout shorts. "Here," I said tossing him shorts, "and before you ask they used to be my brother's. Thought you might want to wash those jeans before they get too stiff." "Thanks," he said as he started to unbutton his jeans. Watching him lift his hips and push his jeans down his legs I could feel my juices start to flow again. I don't know how much time he spends in the gym but the muscles of his legs were thick and defined. Finally seeing the whole package I could see he was well muscled but not excessively so with a surprisingly even all over tan. When my gaze fell upon his cock I knew I was going to be in trouble. He was thick and long with a large flared head that I could just imagine how it would feel as I stretched around it. Hell I wasn't sure my hand would fit around it. "Would you like me to help you with that?" I asked crawling across the bed. I was reaching out to take him in my hand when he grabbed my wrist. "Sara, when I said not today I meant not today," he said seriously, pulling my hand away from his cock. Pulling on my old shorts he crawled out of the bed. I didn't understand what was going on. He obviously had no issue with making me scream and howl but I couldn't do the same to him? Was he just playing with me? Was Jennifer wrong about her brother and he was going to treat me just as much like a whore as I was trying to get away from? I could feel my anger at him begin to rise. I was getting lost in my thoughts when I felt his arms wrap around me and in an instant all my doubt vanished. Something about his touch had the same calming effect on me that Tiffany's did and I felt warm and safe in his arms. Part of me wanted to be upset with him but I found myself leaning into his arms. "Why can't I touch you?" I asked, "You made me feel so good and I just want to do the same for you." "I have my reasons," he whispered in my ear, "I did not intend for today to go as far as it did but seeing you with those piercings was irresistible. I want us to take our time and not rush into bed. Can you do that Sara? Can you be patient with me?" "Patience is not exactly one of my strong suits," I said running my fingers along his arms, "but I will try." As I sat there a thought creeped into my head and I wasn't sure if I should be pissed off or not. "How much did Jennifer tell you about me?" I asked, wondering if this was as real as it felt, "What did she say that made you agree to meet me?" The loud exhale told me he wasn't looking forward to answering my question. "She told me enough to know I want to be here for you," he said answering without actually answering. "Just tell me the truth," I'd said, "Tell me what she told you? I can handle it." I wasn't thrilled with the silence that descended on the room. "She told me that you were letting guys treat you like a whore," he said finally, "Her words not mine. She said you needed someone who would look out for you and keep you safe. Most importantly she said you needed someone to treat you the same way Rick treated her. I told her I would try but that was setting the bar awfully high. Even our parents saw how he treated her and Dad always said I should use Rick as a lesson on how a man treats his woman. I don't believe in love at first sight but since the moment I saw you sneaking a look at me in the restaurant I can't imagine going through my life without you in it." "I suppose it's an accurate description for what I was doing," I said, pissed at Gandalf for almost everything, "the last few months have been really hard for me. I took Rick's death really hard and I guess I started acting out. Wanting every guy I fucked to treat me like I was his personal fuck toy." "Has it changed your views on sex?" he asked, "Because you certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself earlier." "Oh no," I said laughing, "I absolutely enjoy sex but as it was pointed out there is a big difference between being a willing partner and just letting someone use you. I know there are some people who do enjoy that but that's not me. If I wind up covered in cum it should be because I wanted to not because you just decided it's what you wanted to do without any regards to me." "I see," he said chuckling, "this is a common problem for you is it?" "Not anymore," I said slipping from his arms and climbing off the bed, "It's still going to be something I enjoy and maybe one of these days I'll let you." "What time is it?" he asked as I was gathering up the wet and sticky clothes. Stripping out of my ruined underwear I added them to the stack of what I needed to wash before pulling on my bikini bottoms. "Almost twelve," I told him pointing to the clock, "Do you need to leave soon? I know you said you had something to do later today." I was hoping he wouldn't be leaving anytime soon or at least maybe I could come with him. I wanted to get to know him better as when we talked at the restaurant it was mostly small talk and nothing too indepth. "No I don't need to leave just yet," he said, "and besides you have my jeans. I've been playing with the bomber class for a couple of years now and I want to move up to a higher division. So I'm supposed to be going to go look at a new car this afternoon. It used to belong to a guy I knew until his wife caught him fucking their babysitter. She won possession of the car and trailer in the divorce and she wants it gone." "Recently divorced huh," I replied shooing him off the bed and gathering the sheets, "Were you planning on bringing anyone with you or did she ask if you could come over alone?" Walking down the hallway to the laundry room I put everything in the wash before grabbing some water and heading out back. Figured since we had some time to kill I might as well work on my tan. "No she didn't ask me to come over alone," he replied laughing, "but I would like it if you wanted to come along." Pulling up a chair next to me he seemed to relax as we sat there in silence for a while. "Would you like to come over for dinner sometime?" he asked a while later, "I promise not to cook anything too crazy." As soon as he asked about dinner I couldn't help but start laughing hysterically as I remembered when he almost burned down the house trying to cook macaroni and cheese. I had been visiting Jennifer when he decided to cook his own lunch without telling anyone. He got the right pan out and put water in it and got it on the stove. Unfortunately one video game later the water was gone and the pot was melting on the stovetop. Luckily Jennifer knew where the fire extinguisher was and got the fire out before it got too bad. It was quite a while before he would be allowed in the kitchen again. "Are you making macaroni and cheese?" I asked attempting to breathe through my laughter. "Oh my god," he said turning bright red and laughing, "is she going to tell that story to everyone I go out with?" He joined me and soon we were lost in our laughter until I felt his fingers link with mine and everything stilled. "It's ok," he said smiling, "now that Keith is out of the picture whoever Jennifer dates is going to hear all about her and Rick and the 'pudding incident'." I suddenly felt myself turning bright red as I remembered the incident. Jennifer and I had been hanging out by the pool when we decided to make pudding, I don't know why the fuck we wanted pudding but we did. Well somehow in the middle of making pudding it turned into a food fight which I happen to know for a fact Jennifer started. At least that's the story I'm sticking to. Well somehow when she tripped she pulled me down on top of her and that's when her parents and Rob walked in. Luckily her parents knew how goofy we were together otherwise the reaction to me laying on top of their bikini clad daughter probably would have been worse. Actually the fact we were covered in pudding probably helped. I was able to catch myself before saying anything exceptionally stupid. "I remember hearing about that," I said, "Rick was happy your dad didn't kill him. He was kinda scared of your dad." It's true, his dad is a really big guy having worked construction for years and now running his own company. "Then he had no idea how much my parents liked him," he said, "They wanted those two together so badly a few years later my dad said he would have been ok if they had been fucking on the floor. Oh and to answer your question no I'm not planning on making macaroni and cheese although I am now perfectly capable of making that. It's been years since I started a fire while cooking." A loud rumble from my stomach encouraged us to go inside. Digging into the fridge Rob made us sandwiches while I took care of getting our laundry in the dryer. He was still assembling lunch when I came back into the kitchen and I took a few moments to watch him. Seeing him standing there in my old shorts I watched as his muscles moved under his tan skin. He was delicious and he was mine and I wanted to run my hands over him and to taste every inch. Mine. Barely twenty four hours and I was thinking of him as mine. I love Tiffany with all my heart but I already couldn't imagine my life without Rob in it. I didn't want to imagine it. Walking up behind him I ran my hands across his back and started to wrap myself around him when he pulled me into his arms. Laying my head on his chest he began running his fingers through my hair and I was ensnared in the feelings coming off of him. It was as if I could feel the surprised happiness and contentment coming off of him and I knew my feelings were the same. Fuck me, I've barely gotten to know him and I'm falling in love. It didn't help any when he stole a kiss before carrying our plates to the table. I felt the need to latch on to him and never let him out of my sight but I didn't want to scare him. It was right then I made a decision I knew I would never regret. I love both Tiffany and Rob and there was no way in hell I was going through life without the both of them by my side and in my bed. He had already referred to me as his woman but how much of that was the heat of the moment. I just hoped they would understand. "You seem deep in thought," he said munching on his sandwich, "I didn't realize dinner was that challenging of a question." It wasn't dinner I was considering, just the rest of my life. "I'm sorry you're right I didn't answer," I said breaking my train of thought, "I would love to come over for dinner. When were you thinking?" "I was hoping maybe Friday night," he said oblivious to the mayonnaise on his chin, "and if I like the car and trailer you could go with me to pick them up Saturday morning." "Are you asking me to spend the night with you," I asked suddenly curious, "what happened to wanting to not wanting to hurry into bed?" "Sara, what I want to do and what I will do is two totally different things," he said with an evil grin. Standing up he came around the table and pulled me to my feet before cradling my face in his hands. "What I want to do is pick you up set you on this table and fuck the hell out of you. What I will do is wait until the time is right, take you into my arms, and make love to you for hours until there is no one who doubts you are mine," he said before pulling my mouth to his. I could feel the intensity of his passion from the kiss as he picked me up into his arms and pressed my back against the wall. Wrapping my legs around him I could feel his cock pressing against me, the thin cloth of my bikini bottoms and his shorts the only thing stopping him from impaling me. "Please don't tease me," I cried out as he ground his cock against me, "I want to feel you inside me." Taking my hands he pinned them over my head making it clear he could do whatever he wanted to with me. If he wanted to fuck me against the wall he could do so easily. "I meant what I said," he whispered in my ear, "the first time I am inside you there will be no question I am making love to my woman. Have no doubts Sara, you are mine." The way he said 'mine' sent shivers through my body. It was almost as if part of him was reaching back to our most primal ancestors it sounded so feral. When his mouth smashed into mine his tongue forced it's way into my mouth probing, exploring, telling me in no uncertain terms he was dominant and I belonged to him. I was content to let him think that; for now. Releasing my hands he gently lowered me until my feet finally touched the ground. I was unsteady for a moment but he held on to me until I got my bearings. "Go get dressed," he said directing me towards my room, "and if my jeans are dry we can go look at the car." I was in a fog walking down the hallway, the lust flowing through my body making it a challenge to even function. I wanted him to take me right there but instead I will have to wait. I was determined that when it came time to play he was going to regret waiting so long. Digging through my clothes I decided if we were going to go looking at a race car I was going to dress like a race car drivers girlfriend. It also has the added side of teasing the hell out of Rob. Stripping off the bikini bottoms I pulled on my shortest pair of daisy dukes before adding a white half tank top to show off the belly button piercing. With my nipples showing easily through the cloth I pulled my hair into a ponytail before slipping on a pair of sandals and grabbing his shirt. I'd seen women do it before so I held his shirt up to my nose and took a deep breath. My knees buckled as his scent overwhelmed my senses and I suddenly understood why some women keep their boyfriend's clothes around to wear. For a moment it felt like his arms were around me and I promised myself that I would be stealing a shirt from him as soon as possible. Recovering I snagged the rest of his clothes before going out to the living room and watching as he pulled his jeans on. His back was to me and I could see his large cock hanging between his muscular legs. It was almost upsetting for me watching him slide the denim over his fine sculptured ass. Setting his clothes down I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around him. "If you go dressed just like this she will probably give you the car for free," I said running my hands over his abs. "I'm sure you would like that," he said stepping away before turning around, "Fuck me, who are you trying to kill?" Watching his eyes rake over my body I could see lust building as he took in my outfit. "Why do I think I'll be seeing outfits like this a lot?" he said cupping my breasts. "Until I feel this exploding inside me," I said rubbing my hand over his cock, "I'm going to make sure you know what you're not taking." Wrapping my arms around his waist I laid my head on his chest. "But I do want you to know something," I said, "I appreciate your willingness to be a part of my life. I need this and I need you. You have no idea how important you are to me. I just hope I don't scare you off." "You're not going to scare me off," he said enclosing me in his arms, "I'm here because I want to be and I'm not going anywhere. I know this is all incredibly new for both of us but I feel like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. I can never thank Jennifer enough for bringing you into my life." "If you would like I can thank her for you," I said, stepping away to grab my bag, "She seemed to enjoy it quite a bit last time." I must admit the sound of him choking was incredibly funny for some reason. "You and Jennifer?" he said his eyes bulging, "I'm not sure if I should be freaked out or turned on." "Just so your images are clear it was Jennifer, Tiffany, and I with glistening oil," I said, "Your sister has the tastiest little pussy and although she's not very experienced she is definitely enthusiastic." The looks on his face at the revelations about his sisters sexuality just seemed to be getting better and better. "Ok, ok, that's quite enough," he said holding his hands in front of him, "I'm not sure I could take any more information about my sister at the moment. Let's get going before you find a way to work me up any further." Heading out to Rob's truck I was brought to a halt as soon as we stepped outside. "That's your truck," I asked, staring at the dark red lifted Ram 3500 diesel, "A bit of an upgrade from last night I think. What happened to the white dodge?" Looking at the truck I saw it had the logo from his dad's construction company on it. I supposed it made sense that Rob would go to work with his dad. "That truck was my first vehicle," he said climbing up into the truck, "I used it for the racing simply because I don't want to throw the family's money into anyone's face. That was the reason for using the old dodge as well as running the car unsponsored. Dad agreed when I was ready to step up in classes he would help me out but first I had to prove I was serious by running the lower division." Climbing in the interior was exactly as you would expect for a working truck with paperwork everywhere. Buckling myself into the passenger seat I heard a frustrated sigh and looked to see Rob staring at me. "I'd sit in the middle but there really isn't room for me," I said indicating all the paperwork. "You know my dad has been pestering me for months to clean this thing out," he said the frustration clear in his voice, "but I really didn't see the point. One look from you and all of a sudden I'm wishing I had listened to him." "I know," I said as he pulled out onto the road, "and this seat is big enough for me to lay my head in your lap but like you said, not today. Besides had you told me about the truck I probably would have worn a skirt. It's going to be fun to play while you drive." He didn't make any faces but I noticed his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel. Flipping on his radio I think he was surprised when I didn't change the station and just sat back to enjoy the classic rock pouring out of his speakers. I was tempted to roll down the window and stick my feet out but the vast amount of papers in the truck combined with the fact it was still the middle of summer convinced me otherwise. We talked as he drove and I found out that not only did he work for his dad but had gotten a degree in construction management from Arizona State. His dad was training him to take over the company one day and unlike some children Rob was looking forward to following in his footsteps. I found myself extremely proud of Rob for having come so far from the bratty kid I remembered. The drive to Surprise passed quickly as we talked and soon arrived at an expansive house and I found myself regretting my choice of clothes. Transformation Ch. 11 This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission. Another chapter in the complicated life of Sara. Feel free to let me know what you think with your votes and your comments. It's your positive feedback that keeps the authors here on Lit motivated to write. ***** "Riley," a guard called out several hours later. Opening my eyes I saw the same female guard that had brought me to the cell. In other circumstances I might have been tempted to flirt with her but for now I just dragged myself to my feet and walked to the cell door. She led me to a counter where I signed for my personal belongings and then out to a waiting room. I was expecting Tiffany so I was more than just a little surprised to see Gandalf standing there. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I said completely stunned at his presence. "You're lucky you're so entertaining otherwise I would have just left you sitting in there," Gandalf said leading me outside, " Don't worry I'm not going to have you sucking my cock in the parking lot as tempting as that is. Your finger in my ass was surprisingly enjoyable and I will have to be revisiting that particular pleasure." "That doesn't answer my question," I said. The sky looked as if it was just starting to lighten and I knew dawn wasn't very far off. My jeep was somehow in the parking lot sitting next to a red Lamborghini that had no right looking that fast without moving. "I'm here because otherwise you would be rotting in jail on attempted murder charges," he said, "Since I can't have that I've wiped the memories of everyone and everything I needed to. You and your friends still know what happened as does Rachel. Everyone else thinks she was in a car accident. Don't fool yourself and think for a second I'm being altruistic here. I'm looking forward to seeing you and Rob together although I will admit I didn't see him in your future when I looked at it. This has never happened before so I'm curious as to where it's going to lead. There are so few surprises in my life I have to enjoy the ones that do come along." Since I had him here I decided to just ask something I had been wondering about. "You helped Heather and Tina escape from the jail didn't you?" I asked, "Then made sure they didn't get caught." "Oh yes absolutely," he said smiling like it was the most obvious thing in the world, "every good story has to have an antagonist and she is certainly yours. I can't wait to watch this play out and before you ask yes I know what happened to Tina and no I won't tell you where Heather is now. I don't like giving out spoilers. I haven't had this much enjoyment in millennium." "So glad I'm keeping you entertained," I said with as much sarcasm as I could muster, "I would hate for you to get bored." "I especially loved your little meeting the other day," he said climbing into his car, "Your tasty little friend Michelle has some interesting ideas, especially the ones about breaking you free from me. It's almost a shame they don't have the slightest chance of working. You're mine and you will be one of my toys until I decide otherwise so just go ahead and get any ideas of being free of me out of your mind. You're as much a toy to me as that purple dildo you keep in your nightstand is to you. You and Rob have fun, I'll be watching." I could hear him laughing as the door closed and he sped out of the parking lot. Climbing into my jeep I spent a few minutes calming down by calling him every name I could possibly think of as the tears ran down my face. Everything I was trying to do was a waste and it tore at my soul. Finally pulling myself together I started the jeep and headed home in the predawn dark. Pulling up to the house I couldn't help but smile seeing Rob's truck out front. Hopefully I would be able to curl up in the safety of his arms and forget about Gandalf for a while. I just wanted to be able to pretend I at least had a chance for happiness. I was exhausted as I may have dozed off in the jail cell but real sleep had escaped me. The house was dark and quiet once I let myself in. The only sounds I could hear was the music from the radio Tiffany sometimes left on. Kicking off my shoes by the door I set my bag and phone on the side table before I headed down the hallway to my room expecting to find Rob. My bed was cold and empty, the covers undisturbed from when I left for class several hours ago, my small stuffed mouse in its usual spot on my pillow. The sound of a soft snore opened a pit inside my soul as I turned and crossed the hallway to Tiffany's room. The wood was cool under my fingers as I gently pushed the door, the hinges silent as they swung open allowing me to gaze within. I don't think words exist for the level of betrayal I felt at that moment and it was only made worse by how beautiful they looked together. Rob was laying nude on his back, his cock soft and still impressively large glistening with Tiffany's dried juices. Tiffany with her body curled up against him, her leg draped over him putting her pussy on display, his cum still leaking out of her as they slept. Even as the tears streamed down my face I knew Gandalf had done this for this was my punishment, my punishment for thinking I could escape him. My punishment for daring to think I could be happy and free. I tried to back away from the door quietly but nothing could stop the sob that escaped my lips. Turning to flee down the hallway I could hear them calling after me as I bolted out the front door, grabbing my bag as I went. The lights in the house were flying on as I crossed the yard and leapt into my jeep. I wanted nothing more than to get as far away as possible and didn't dare look back as I sped down the street. The exhaustion I was feeling was gone as the adrenaline rush had me wide awake. Getting on the freeway I just picked a direction and drove. I stopped in some town for gas and a pair of flip flops since my shoes were still sitting by the door back in Tempe. Getting back on the road I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going until I drove past Qualcomm stadium and realized I was in San Diego. Growing up I used to come here every year during the summer with my mom and I had always loved the ocean. Finally having a destination in mind I picked a sign labeled beach and followed it. I was able to find a parking space not that far from the beach and ran into a small shop to buy a bikini and some other clothes. It was all cheap touristy stuff but it was more than I had. While I was ringing up I discovered my phone was probably still sitting on the table back at the house. Changing into the bikini in the shop I threw away what I had been wearing, as I didn't really see the point in keeping it. With my new possessions locked up in the jeep I headed towards the water. The beach wasn't too busy since most of the schools were already back in session but there was still a decent number of people out. Finding an empty piece of sand I laid out my new towel and stretched out to listen to the waves. Shutting out everything but the sounds of the waves gave me time to think about what had happened. Knowing that Gandalf would be behind me finding them didn't really take the sting of seeing them together. I know I had said I wanted to see them together but that was only after I had the chance to be with Rob and Gandalf had stolen that from me for no other reason than to punish me for his own amusement. I still loved them both deeply but I needed to take a couple of days to get my head on straight. What scared me was the way Rachel's words echoed through my head. I got hurt and ran instead of facing the issue and it's not the first time I've done this. Time passed as I tried and failed to quiet my jumbled mind. "LOOK OUT," someone yelled in exactly enough time for me to do nothing before a volleyball crashed into my face, shattering the four dollar sunglasses I kept in my jeep as a spare. The feeling of a piece of glass piercing through my skin jolted me back to reality more than the impact of the volleyball did. I was stunned for a few moments before I managed to sit up only to find myself surrounded by a group of attractive well tanned guys. "Are you ok?" the blonde surfer guy in front of me asked, "I'm sorry the ball got away from me. Oh hey you're bleeding." I touched the side of my face and came away with bloody fingers. I knew it would heal quickly so I wasn't going to stress on it. Actually the whole group of them was pulling off the California surfer look so it was quite a treat for the eyes. "It's alright I've had worse," I said slowly getting to my feet, "I didn't realize this was a hard hat area or I would have picked a different part of the beach. Do you normally have this much difficulty keeping control of your balls?" "Nice job dipshit. You hit her so hard she's breaking out in puns," someone said. I couldn't help but laugh which helped everyone to relax as soon everyone was laughing. "I'm Rich," the first guy said, "Listen I feel really bad about hitting you like that. Would you like to join us? We are going to cook out and have a bonfire later on tonight. Please say you'll join us." "Ok just as long as you promise to not hit me in the face with any more balls unless I ask you to," I said picking up my few items, "I'm Sara by the way." I loved the shocked faces from the guys as what I said penetrated their brains. "I'm Robin. Come with me and you can put your stuff with ours," a bubbly little blonde said pushing her way through the guys. Grabbing my hand she led me over to where they had several umbrellas and coolers set up. Using my water bottle I cleaned off the blood from my face before stretching out in the sun again. Robin and I talked for a while before the guys came over and dragged us into their volleyball game. I used to be able to spike the ball fairly well but now I could barely get my hands above the net when I jumped. Although it was fun to see the guys faces when I jumped since they were completely focused on my tits. I was really having a great time when I started feeling really rotten about what I was doing. Here I was enjoying myself in the sun and I'm sure Tiffany and Rob were worried sick about me. I thought about calling them but realized the only phone number I knew was my parents house and that number was probably assigned to someone else by now for all I knew. I changed my mind about staying and decided that I would leave in the morning. Excusing myself from the game I went down the beach and sitting at the water line just let the waves crash over me and for the first time since I woke up I felt truly alone. I was happy the waves were able to hide my tears. "Sara are you ok?" Robin said, a zip up sweatshirt now over her bikini, "You've been sitting down here for hours and I was starting to get worried. The guys have started grilling if you're hungry." Standing up I looked around and was surprised at how empty the beach was and how chilly the air had become, I must have been there for longer than I realized. "You were so still as the waves went over you we thought maybe you were doing yoga," she said handing me a hoodie, "but you weren't were you?" "No," I said zipping up the hoodie, it was huge but warm and obviously belonged to one of the guys, "My life is a train wreck and instead of staying and fixing it I ran away. I appreciate the offer for the food but I really should get going. I need to find a place to stay tonight before it gets too late." We walked in silence up to where everyone had pitched tents and were getting the bonfire ready. A few more girls had shown up while I was in the water and it looked like everyone was pairing up. "Why don't you stay in my tent tonight?" Robin said, "I have an extra sleeping bag and it's just me in there since my boyfriend completely flaked on me. Not like we haven't been planning this trip for months." "I'll take you up on that," I said smiling, "and I really appreciate it. I need to take off first thing so I'll say thank you now. I need to go fix my life and stop running away. I just hope I didn't irrevocably break it." "If he's not a fool I'm sure he'll want to work things out," she said putting my stuff in her tent, "It was pretty obvious to me you were beating yourself up for having a good time when you went down to the water so I figured it was over a guy. I'm right aren't I?" "That's just part of it," I said, "My life is complicated and some things I thought I could change are completely out of my control. I just need to remember that the bad things in my life don't necessarily spoil the good things or make them unimportant. I've been given a second chance on life and I need to not fuck it up. I'm sorry, I ramble on at times." "What's his name?" Robin asked. Handing me a paper plate we went over to where the grills were set up and I grabbed some bbq chicken and a burger. "If you want any of the coleslaw you better grab it now because I promise you it will be gone," she said before dropping a big scoop on her plate. I made room on mine and got a decent sized scoop before sitting next to her on the log near the bonfire. "Rob," I said, "His name's Rob." Tearing into the chicken I realized I had not eaten since the snacks I grabbed when buying my flip flops and was absolutely famished. Before I knew it the plate was completely empty but I felt a million times better than I had. "You're right that coleslaw was delicious," I said trying not to lick my plate, "Thank you I didn't realize how hungry I was." "Apparently not," Robin said smiling, "Did you actually taste any of that?" "Some of it," I said chuckling at myself, "Not much really, but some." Getting up I put my plate in the trash and grabbed a couple of drinks from the cooler before sitting next to her. "Thanks," she said as I handed her the bottle. The beach had grown cold so we pulled a blanket over our legs and I could feel the warmth of her skin pressing against me. Once the bonfire was going we both were able to unzip the jackets but kept the blanket over us. I found myself getting lost watching the flames dance along the wood as it crackled and popped. "Here try some of this," Robin said, taking a deep pull off of what was obviously a joint before handing it to me. "I've never tried it before," I said holding the joint between my fingers. Robin's eyes grew wide and it was obvious she wanted to say something but was holding her breath. Deciding to give it a try I took a pull off the joint like I had seen Robin do, nowhere nearly as deep but still a decent drag. The warm smoke filled my lungs and I had to fight back the urge to cough as I passed the joint on to the person next to me. After a minute or so I slowly let the smoke escape, carefully breathing it out my nose. "You did that really well," Robin said, "Are you sure you never smoked before?" Either I was really susceptible or the weed was strong but I could already feel my entire body relaxing as the chemicals took effect. It was strange feeling all the stress of the last few days slipping away and I was left feeling surprisingly horny. "Oh I've done lots of things but smoking weed is not one of them," I said. "Lots of things you say," Robin said as her fingers ran up along the inside of my thigh. Between the weed and watching all of the delicious flesh on display during the day I offered no resistance as her fingers ran across my bikini bottoms. Twisting slightly I reached up and pulled her mouth to mine smiling as I heard the other couples cheering us on. The kiss was rough and aggressive at first as we probed at each other's mouth, exploring with our tongues but eventually it settled into a deep slow tender kiss before slowly breaking apart. "Oh my," Robin said slightly breathless, "you're certainly good at that." "You're pretty good yourself," I said desperately wanting to taste her, "but I certainly hope you don't think that was all I had in mind." Standing up I held out my hand leaving no question as to what I wanted from her. Even I was surprised at how aggressive I was being as she took my hand. Leading her to the tent I heard disappointed comments from some of the couples that were apparently hoping I would be joining them. The tent was a pretty good sized four person tent with enough room for us to stand in. Robin had her sleeping bag rolled out with the extra one laying on top of it. Stepping into the tent I immediately moved up behind her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her against me. As I nuzzled at her neck Robin let out a soft moan before stepping away from me. "We should get the sleeping bags situated first," she said, "It gets cold out here so we should zip the bags together." "Shared bodily warmth," I said as we connected the bags, "I like that idea." Getting the pillows in place we both undressed before climbing into the sleeping bag. The contrast with her tan lines was visible even in the low light of the tent and I found it very enticing. Laying on her back she seemed content to let me have control so I moved next to her and began tracing along her tan lines with my fingers. Now that I had her I was determined to take my time as I doubted her and I would ever have another chance. I could feel the light mixture of salt and sun tan oil covering her skin under my fingers as I lowered myself to kiss along her collarbone the scent of coconut filled my nose. I was intentionally avoiding her nipples but I could see they were twisted and hard just begging to be touched. I loved the soft sounds Robin was making as I tasted and touched her sun kissed skin, her little sighs of contentment music to my ears. Moving up along her neck I chewed on her earlobe for a moment before kissing across her jaw to her lips. The kiss was so tender and intimate it was as if we had been lovers for years not moments and I could feel the wetness leaking from her eyes as I stroked the side of her face. This was the kind of kiss you wanted to last forever and her mouth tasted of the sweetest nectar. "Sara," Robin gasped as the kiss was finally broken, "please don't kiss me like that again. I don't think I could take it." As we kissed she had slipped her arms around me and had been content to lightly run her fingers across my skin but now she pulled me on top of her, holding me between her legs. Gripping my ass in her hands she began to grind her clit against me, moaning as she did. I began to wonder if she had ever experienced being with another woman before. The kiss in front of the fire had me thinking she had but I wasn't sure. Cupping her breast in my hand I dipped my head down and ran my tongue around her nipple, sucking lightly and flicking it. I don't think she was expecting this new stimulus as her hand suddenly grabbed the back of my head holding me to her breast. She was still trying to grind against me but she had lost her rhythm so I moved, allowing her to grind on my thigh as I straddled her leg. With her hand behind my head I began to suck hard on her nipple, chewing and biting on it. With my free hand massaging her other breast and still grinding on my leg it wasn't long before she was crying out in pleasure. Releasing her breast I pulled my leg away just long enough to slip my hand between her thighs and push my fingers into her. From how tightly the walls of her pussy gripped at my small fingers I could only imagine how tight she would feel around a cock . "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," Robin cried out as she ground her hips against my hand, "Oh fuck Sara I'm cumming." The feeling of her pussy spasming on my fingers as she rocked was amazing. Despite the cold her body was covered in sweat as she slowly caught her breath and relaxed. Transformation Ch. 11 "What was that Robin?" Rich said to the peals of laughter from outside the tent, "We couldn't quite hear you." Even in the darkness of the tent I could see the bright shade of red that Robin was turning which had me fighting off my own laughter." "I just wanted to make sure you knew what a woman is supposed to sound like when she cums," Robin finally got out, "I've never heard Amber making those sounds when she spends the night so I figured you didn't know." You could just tell Rich was glaring at the tent from the laughter outside. "Fucking hell that's good," she moaned as I had lowered myself between her legs and pushed my tongue into her. Her pussy was so sweet I immediately started driving my tongue as deep as possible. It's funny but even as I worked my tongue into her I was pretty sure I would be going to sleep horny. I wanted to make Robin moan and whimper until she couldn't take any more and I wasn't worried about myself at all. If I was destined to be a fuck toy then I was going to be sure my partners were going to enjoy themselves. It wasn't the life I wanted but it's the one I had and I needed to make the best of it. As soon as I felt her fingers sink into my hair I began to feel the familiar tingling at the base of my tongue. I was surprised as typically I had to be trying to get a guys cum for this to happen and I wasn't sure how she was going to react. One thing I love about when this happens is how I can taste along the length and she is so sweet. Thrusting my tongue in and out of her pussy her moans continued to get louder until she pulled a pillow over her face. With as big and thick my tongue gets I knew it felt like she was literally being fucked and I could feel the walls of her pussy stretching as I filled her. But instead of freaking out Robin made the most of it. Pulling my head from between her legs my tongue instantly reverted to its normal size. I find this funny because I've never actually seen my tongue when it gets all tentacley, yes I know it's not a real word but I can't think of anything else. For all I know I have a cock hanging out of my mouth and don't even know it. Actually from the reactions I get that really wouldn't be a surprise. "Do I want to know how you did that?" Robin asked staring down at me. "If I knew I would tell you," I said sitting back on my heels. "Lay on your back," she said smiling, "I want to try something." Laying down she straddled my head and lowered her face between my thighs. It suddenly became my turn to moan as her tongue pushed deeply into the folds of my pussy. I wasn't expecting to receive anything tonight so the feeling of her tongue on me was intensely pleasurable and I immediately started working my hips against her face. After a few minutes of enjoying her tongue I grabbed the pillow and pulled it under my head to give me a better angle. Pulling her hips down so her pussy was directly over my mouth I ran my tongue the length of her slit before plunging my tongue back into her. Within moments it was pushing deep into her as it swelled to its previous size. "Oh god don't move," she said. Lifting her hips she began to slowly ride my tongue as she pulled my lips apart with her fingers. Using her arms to hook my legs I was as open and exposed as she could make me. Taking her tongue she pushed it as deeply as she could before rapidly thrusting it in and out of me. I gave a strangled moan as it was difficult to be coherent with my massive tongue. I was impressed at how she was able to lick and probe at my pussy while still working herself up and down my tongue. I began to flex and wiggle my tongue inside her, reaching deeper than I know she has ever had a tongue reach. After a slight tingling it shrank to a more manageable size but my tongue was still twice as long as normal. If Robin hadn't been focusing on keeping her tongue deep inside me I'm sure her screams would have echoed down the beach. I could feel my own orgasm approaching rapidly as Robin's pussy clutched at my tongue. When she suddenly clamped down on my clit and began sucking hard I couldn't stop myself from throwing my head back and crying out. "Oh god yes don't stop," I cried as she plunged her tongue back into me and started lapping at my juices. Deciding to return the favor I pulled her clit into my mouth and began sucking and biting at it. Popping upright Robin's scream was soundless as her body convulsed above me. Releasing her clit I licked up her sweet juice as my mouth and chin were drenched in her fluids. Hunched over she ground her pussy into my face before finally trying to pull away but my arms around her hips prevented her from moving. Keeping my tongue planted deep inside her I continued to enjoy her sweet pussy until I felt her body drop on top of me. Finally releasing her she slowly rolled off and collapsed next to me. "Oh my god that was good," she said gasping for air, "your tongue is a gift from the devil himself." "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," I said, relishing in the sensations running through my body. I wanted to laugh as she had no clue as to the accuracy of her comment about my tongue. I hadn't really noticed the cold before but we both grabbed for the jackets before crawling into the cover of the sleeping bag. Pulling an extra blanket in with us we zipped up and huddled together until the bags warmed up. "Are you still leaving in the morning?" Robin asked her body pressed against me as her hand rested on my ass. "I have to," I said gently stroking her hair, "I need to stop running away and fix what I broke before I lose those I love." "Are you going to tell him about me or am I just going be your little secret?" she asked. "No I need to tell the truth," I said, "I'm not sure how Rob is going to react but I'm sure Tiffany will be pissed or jealous or both." Even in the darkness I could tell she had an incredulous look on her face and you could almost hear her eyebrows going up. "You're in a relationship with two different people at the same time?" she asked, "Do they know?" "Tiffany knows," I said, "but Rob not yet. As I said my life is complicated and I need to get it unfucked. Besides I'm sure you've probably juggled a boyfriend or three before." "Yeah, no," Robin said, "That's crazy. Do I want to know how you got yourself into this situation?" "I'd really rather not talk about it," I said, "Suffice to say some things beyond my control happened and now I'm in this cluster fuck." "Well, I can see why you needed to escape for a bit," she said, "If you change your mind you can stay with me." "I appreciate it," I said pulling her tight against me, "but I need to get home as soon as possible." Leaning in I stole one last long slow kiss before Robin rolled on to her side to sleep. "Ok well the offer's open," she said yawning. Laying on my back I was still wide awake and began to think how I was going to fix my life when Robin rolled over. Curling up against me I felt her body slowly relax and eventually heard a light snore as she drifted off to sleep. Running my fingers through her hair I listened to the sounds of the waves crashing on the beach and the occasional cry of passion from a couple enjoying the night. Letting my eyes slowly drift closed I prayed for a solution to my problems that would finally let me be free. The house was dark and quiet once I let myself in. The only sounds I could hear was the music from the radio Tiffany sometimes neglected to turn off. Slipping off my shoes by the door I set my bag and phone on the side table before I heading down the hallway to my room where I expected to find Rob. My bed was cold and empty, the covers undisturbed from when I left for class several hours ago, my small stuffed mouse in its usual spot on my pillow. The sound of a soft snore opened a pit inside my soul as I turned and crossed the hallway to Tiffany's room. The wood was cool under my fingers as I gently pushed the door, the hinges silent as they swung open allowing me to gaze within. Tiffany was sprawled out across on the bed alone, her blonde hair covering her face being blown into the air in a cartoonish fashion as she breathed. "Looking for me," Rob said his voice echoing down the hallway. Spinning around I ran down the hallway and flung myself at him. The warmth and the feeling of safety from his arms spread through my body, relaxing me. "I've got you Rick," Rob whispered scooping me up into his arms. Carrying me through the house I curled up against him, breathing in his scent. Moving towards the back yard a new smell penetrated my senses, the smell of saltwater. It was strange, I could feel and smell Rob as he carried my into the yard but I could smell the ocean and hear waves lapping at the shore. The pool looked to be its usual calm self as we got closer but I couldn't get past the overwhelming sensation of the ocean. Standing at the edge I thought for a moment he was going to jump in but he started to step away before violently twisting and sending me flying through the air. The water was ice cold as I crashed through the surface and quickly sank the few feet to the bottom. My eyes opened under the water stinging not from the chlorine but from salt and my feet were having trouble finding traction as the ground was more sandy than you expect from a pool. Finally getting my feet under me I stood up only to find myself standing waist deep in water. Pushing my hair out of my eyes I thought I was still dreaming as I saw Rob standing a few feet away on the shore, the legs of his jeans soaked as if he had walked in the water. So many thoughts went through my head at once I couldn't get anything to come out for a minute until I finally eked out, "Rob, how?" Looking at Rob's face I wasn't sure if he was angry or amused as I dragged myself from the water. I was glad I was still wearing the hoodie from when I went to bed but I know I looked like a drowned rat. Running down from the tent Robin quickly wrapped me up in a blanket. "How did I find you here?" he asked, his less than happy tone obvious, "Is that what you are asking?" Not trusting my own voice at the moment I just shook my head. "Surprisingly easy," he said, "Tiffany tracked your bank card transactions and I followed them here. When I found your jeep and I knew you didn't get a hotel room I came down here looking for you. Rich here let me know that you spent the night in his sister's tent and you know the rest." "Let me get dressed and we can talk," I said turning and heading up the beach. Stepping into the tent I saw my travel bag on the ground and upon opening it up I knew Tiffany had packed it for me. If I hadn't felt bad enough this just made it worse. Stripping off the hoodie I quickly dried off with one of Robin's towels. I really wanted a shower but quickly dressed in jeans and a t-shirt with my own hoodie over it. Since I figured I would be doing some long driving I might as well be comfortable so I pulled on a pair of converse. I was a little surprised at how much stuff she had packed but I guess she wanted to give me options. Gathering my belongings I threw the bag over my shoulder and stepped out of the tent. Robin was standing by the still smoldering remains of the bonfire so I walked over to her. "Thank you for letting me stay with you last night," I said, "I needed it." "I didn't know he was going to toss you into the water," Robin said, wrapping her arms around me in a hug, "I think you should know he held you in his arms for several minutes. Just holding you before he walked down to the water." "Thank you for that," I said hugging her back, "It means a lot to me." Walking over to Rob he reached out and took my bags before handing me my phone which immediately started to ring. Looking at it I could see it was a message from Robin, 'Anymore like him at home? He's yummy. He had me program in my number while you got changed.' There he goes again doing something I completely didn't expect. I quickly messaged Robin back, 'Sorry he's one of a kind and he's mine.' After giving everyone hugs and thanking them for the good day yesterday I finally looked at Rob. "Ok let's go," I said. Picking up my bags he trudged up the beach heading away from my jeep. "My jeep's the other way," I said pointing back in the correct direction. "Your jeep is probably halfway to Phoenix by now, "Rob said as he hit the remote trunk for his mustang, "Tiffany gave me your spare keys so one of my guys is doing me a favor and driving it back." I was absolutely stunned and he just loaded my bags into the trunk like it was an everyday occurrence. "You took my jeep?" I said incredulously, I really wanted to scream at him but wasn't going to do that in public, "You arrogant prick. You just decide to take my ride without so much as asking me?" I knew I was going to have to ride back with him so I climbed into the car and slammed the door before he could respond. Climbing into the car Rob started to say something but when he saw the glare I was giving him, whatever it was died on his lips. The drive away from the beach took us past where my jeep had been and there was a stupid hot pink Yugo parked there now. We were only driving for about twenty minutes when he pulled off the freeway and onto hotel circle. Just a few minutes later he had parked at the Doubletree and was getting out. "Are you coming?" he asked before closing the door, "They should still be serving breakfast if you're interested." I sat in the car a moment when I realized he wasn't kidding as he pulled my stuff out of the trunk. I was more confused than anything else as I followed him into the hotel. He swung by the breakfast area and I couldn't help grabbing a bagel with cream cheese and some coffee. Taking the elevator up he led me to a room on the tenth floor. The room had a single king sized bed and it was obvious that it hadn't been slept in. "Rob what's going on?" I asked looking out the window, "What the fuck are we doing here?" "Your stuff is in the bathroom if you want to take a shower," he said sipping his coffee, "We can talk afterwards." Poking my head into the bathroom there was indeed all of my stuff sitting on the counter. I had not taken a shower since the morning of my class two days ago and suddenly nothing seemed more important. Closing the door I quickly stripped and getting the water as hot as I could stand it scrubbed off the salt and grime. Part of me was disappointed that Rob didn't try to join me but then again I really wasn't sure what he was thinking right now. Wrapping my body in a towel I stepped back into the room. "Thank you," I said wrapping up my hair, "I really needed that." Digging through the bag I pulled out fresh clothes as I didn't want to re wear the same ones. Keeping my back to him I dropped the towel and started dressing. I had to smile when I saw him in the mirror having to adjust his jeans. "Do you have different jeans to change into?" I asked, "Yours got pretty soaked." "I changed while you were in the shower," he said getting up off the bed, "I was thinking we could go to SeaWorld unless there is somewhere else you would rather go. There's also a restaurant I've been wanting to check out so maybe we could have dinner there." "Rob why are you here?" I said hoping he wasn't getting into trouble for me, "I thought you had to work and that's why I wasn't going to see you until Friday?" I wanted to ask about Tiffany but for some reason I couldn't, something was literally preventing me from forming the words. Just having him near made me feel more myself and some part of me didn't want to fuck that up. There would be a time when nothing could stop that discussion but now was not the time. "I took some vacation time from work," he said stepping up behind me, "and since you were here I decided to spend it here. We have the room until Friday so I can have you at your appointment on Saturday. Unless you want me to just drive home but I was hoping we could have this time together." Resting his hands on my hips he seemed to be holding his breath. "I'd like that," I said relaxing as I leaned back against him, "and SeaWorld would be great. I haven't been there in years." As his arms wrapped around me I could feel the tension leaving his body and we just stood there in silence for a few minutes. It's almost funny, I was still hurting from seeing them together and yet standing there in his arms I felt like everything was going to be ok. "Stupid mother fucking winged cockroaches," I yelled at a retreating seagull a couple of hours later, "That damn thing cost me four bucks and I hadn't even taken a bite yet." I was glaring at Rob as he tried desperately to not laugh at me as I continued my tirade. I couldn't really blame him as I'm sure I was making a hell of a scene. It really wasn't my fault though, I'd be fine if that stupid bird hadn't stolen my churro. "I would offer to buy you another," Rob said finally getting himself under control, "but for some reason you seem to have bonded with that one." "Not funny Rob," I said storming off. I knew I was being silly but it really pissed me off to have this happen. Going into one of the shops I started looking at the baubles while I waited for Rob to catch up. "Sara," Rob said coming up behind me a few minutes later. Turning around Rob was right behind me holding a stuffed shark with a churro tucked under one fin. It was the same totally cheesy move I had done myself and yet I found myself completely taken in by the gesture so I had to laugh as he handed me the shark. "I didn't think I would be able to find any wolves here," he said, "so this was as close as I could get." "Thank you," I said resting my hand on his arm, "I'm sorry for storming off, it was silly of me." "It's ok," he said, "the whole thing was pretty funny. Oh and apparently one of the roaming camera people managed to get the seagull's attack on film. We can pick it up before we leave." I really didn't have anything I could say about that so I just shook my head and went back to looking at stuff. I wasn't expecting him to suddenly spin me around and capture my mouth in a kiss. I've already come to the conclusion that there is an unwritten rule in the universe requiring anyone involved in my life has to be an outstanding kisser and Rob seemed to be the best of them all. He had me pulled up tight against him, his arms engulfing my body with his hand on my ass, as his tongue moved against mine in a slow dance. I got so lost in the kiss I missed the beginning of a conversation about us. "No Mommy it's ok I can wait," a little girl's voice said, "That's how people kiss when they are in love cause I see you and Daddy kiss like that all the time but why is his hand on her butt." I was already trying not to laugh but completely lost it when Rob's hand jerked away from my ass like it was on fire. Stepping away from Rob, who was turning several shades of red, I turned to the embarrassed mom and her daughter. "I'm sorry we were in your way," I said kneeling down to be eye to eye with the little girl, "and the reason he was holding my butt was because sometimes he kisses me so well my knees give out and he wants to make sure I don't fall. I'll bet your Daddy does that to your Mommy when you are asleep." "Mommy is that true?" she asked her mom with wide open eyes, "Does Daddy sometimes kiss you enough to make you fall down?" "Yes dear sometimes he does," her mom said patting the slight swell of her belly. I couldn't help but smile as they moved to look at the stuffed dolphins we had been blocking. Sticking the shark under my arm while chewing on the churro I took Rob's outstretched hand as he headed to watch the Shamu show. I was sitting on the bed wrapped in a towel waiting for Rob to finish his shower so I could get ready to go to dinner. He said he had something special for me tonight but he wanted to get cleaned up before he gave it to me. Finally hearing the water turn off I got to my feet and after a couple of minutes he stepped out with a towel around his waist. It was hard not to stare as I watched the water slowly run down his body, every muscle defined as if carved from marble. I was so intent on feasting in the site before me it took a moment to realize he was talking to me. "Did you even hear a word I said?" he asked holding a small duffel bag. Transformation Ch. 11 "It's not my fault," I said taking the duffel from his outstretched hand, "If someone wasn't so damn distracting I might be able to focus. What's in the bag?" "You'll see," he said smiling which always concerns me, "now go get ready." Heading into the bathroom I locked the door before opening the bag. Sitting on top of everything was a note in Tiffany's handwriting, 'Sara, I picked these out for you as well as included some instructions for your makeup. Have fun tonight.' Pulling everything out I found a black dress that defined the word little with a pair of matching shoes. She had even packed certain pieces of my makeup with instructions that I thought I might be able to handle. Following her directions I was in the bathroom maybe forty minutes before finally stepping out. "We should get," Rob said, before just trailing off as he stared at me. "Is something wrong?" I asked concerned maybe I screwed something up, "I don't normally wear my hair up and wasn't sure I could manage to get it right. Never mind I'll go fix it." As I started back into the bathroom Rob grabbed my arm. "You look incredible," he said, "I stopped talking because you took my breath away, that's how good you look." "You don't think the dress is too short?" I asked spinning around. I'm not sure where this dress came from but it sure as fuck wasn't my closet. It was skin tight and strapless so there was no way I could manage wearing anything under it. As it was I needed to avoid any jumping or bouncing as I was sure I would just come tumbling out. I knew for certain I was going to spend all night carefully tugging on the dress just to keep my ass covered as it struggled to reached mid thigh. I will admit I did like what the heels did for my legs but they were the only part I was confident about. I'd lost track of how many hours I walked around the house in heels just so I wouldn't break my neck. While it certainly looked good I was going to have to talk with Tiffany about what the fuck she was thinking if she thought I could pull this outfit off. Looking over my shoulder I could see the look of hunger in Rob's eyes and understood why Tiffany put this outfit together. I suddenly had to fight to keep the smile on my face as I flashed back to seeing them laying together. I knew Rob and I would be together tonight but it wouldn't be like I pictured. Gandalf had stolen that away from me. "Sara let me say this," he said pressing himself against my ass, "there will not be a man in the restaurant who won't wish they were we." Pressing myself against him I ground my ass on his rock hard cock and reached up wrapping my arms around his head. "And there will not be a woman there," I said, "who doesn't want to be me." Dressed in his black suit which I swore was an Armani he looked the very definition of the phrase lady killer. If I'd been wearing panties I have no doubt they would be leaping off of me. I know the thought of skipping dinner and just taking me right there crossed his mind but he pulled himself together and led me out of the room. As we drove I started to get excited as I began to recognize the harbor area. Lucking out we were able to get a parking spot directly in front of the restaurant and I was fighting to contain myself. How the hell Rob managed to pick my absolute all time favorite restaurant was beyond me. Anthony's Fish Grotto may not be the most spectacular place but I had lots of great memories and that's what was important to me. Again getting lucky we only waited a couple of minutes before getting to the table. "So did I pick somewhere good?" Rob asked after we were seated. "You have no idea how much I love this place," I said letting him take my hand, "I used to come here with my mom when I was growing up." "I'm glad you like it," he said, "So any idea what else do you want to do while we are here?" He meant while we were in San Diego but I was going to tease him a little. Slipping off my shoes I stretched my foot out and ran it up his leg before resting it directly on his cock. Keeping a smile on my face I started to stroke my foot along his length. I continued to stroke him as we placed our order but couldn't help poking my foot out as the waitress talked with him. I know she saw it from how her eyes widened but she didn't say anything. "I meant while we are in town," he finally was able to get out. I knew one place I wanted to go but wanted to wait for our waitress to come back before mentioning it. As she was placing our drinks on the table I finally spoke, "I was thinking we could go out to Black's Beach. That might be fun." Seeing as she almost dropped my drink into my lap told me our waitress was familiar with the local nude beach. "What do you think?" I said turning to Penny. "As long as you make sure to put on plenty of sunscreen," she said looking down at my foot, "It would be a tragedy for anything tender to get burnt and I can give you my number if you think you might want help with that." Taking a closer look at her she was cute with long brown hair and blue eyes. Her work shirt seemed pretty well filled out but I was going to leave it up to Rob if we were going to play with anyone else. "I will definitely be wanting your number," I said noting the reaction from Rob as his cock twitched under my foot, "but I will have to let you know if I need help." "Sara what are you doing?" Rob asked as soon as she left. "I'm just flirting with her," I said, " It's not as if you have anything to worry about but I think a certain part of you likes the idea. Well that and seeing if she would be interested in joining us for a day on a nude beach." After a few minutes Penny returned with our food and small scrap of paper. The meal was every bit as fantastic as I remembered and the conversation with Rob just as fulfilling. I couldn't recall the last time I had eaten lobster and the garlic butter was to die for. After passing on dessert Rob paid for dinner and we decided to walk for a few minutes before heading back to the hotel. "Can I see that piece of paper she gave you?" Rob asked as we walked along the waterfront. We had just passed the Star of India so I stopped for a moment to retrieve it from my almost nonexistent purse. "Here you go," I said curious about what he was going to do. Walking to the water's edge he pulled a lighter from his pocket and lit the scrap on fire before releasing it into the air. I watched the flame quickly engulfed the paper as it drifted down to the surface of the water. I'm not sure if the flame ran out of fuel or if it hit the surface of the water but the paper soon vanished into the dark. "Sara, this week is supposed to be about us," Rob said, his frustration apparent in his tone, "When Jennifer asked me to take you out she let me know what I was getting into and I'm still here but you need to focus on what you want." Seeing him standing there, his broad shoulders slumping ever so slightly and the sadness hidden behind those blue eyes told me how disappointed he really was. I didn't know how to deal with this. For some reason Rob's disappointment in me struck straight into my heart and my eyes started to well up with tears. Tears, I had tears in my eyes and I wasn't sure as to why. I felt weaker emotionally than I ever have and I was upset with myself. More than anything, even more so than Tiffany, I wanted Rob to be proud of me and my accomplishments. Why this was suddenly so overwhelmingly important to me I don't know. It felt like a tug of war was being played with my emotions. "Rob," I said wiping my eyes clear, "I don't want you to be upset with me and I'm sorry if I've disappointed you. I don't know if Jennifer told you this but you're the first guy I've ever been in a relationship with and I don't know how to act." Was that it? Was I acting the fool because my newly dominant female side wanted to make her man happy while the guy in me wanted to fuck anything that moved? "She mentioned that you were inexperienced with relationships," he said, "but not quite that inexperienced. What about high school? No boyfriends?" Boyfriends? I wanted to scream the truth out and see how he reacted but since he was my ride home that probably wasn't the best idea. "No," I said, "I was too focused on my school work to even think about a social life and I wasn't going to get involved with someone while I was in the Corps." I hated having to lie almost as much as I hated how easily the lie came off my tongue. A thought seemed to cross his mind but just as quickly vanished. "It never occurred to me how little experience in relationships you had and here I am insisting we spend a week together," Rob said, "If you want we can leave for Phoenix in the morning." "No we can stay," I said, "I just need you to be patient with me." I must have shivered from the chill for Rob slipped off his suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders. The warmth of his body and his scent permeated the jacket as I pulled it tight around me. "Thank you," I said, "We can get going if you're ready." From the gleam in his eyes you might have thought I had just handed him the keys to the best candy store in existence. I had to laugh as we headed back to the car as his pace was considerably faster than it was just moments before. Not that I wasn't looking forward to tonight as well but what women don't realize is the restraint it takes to not pick you up and carry you to the car. Seriously, given the option I think most guys would rather carry you and sprint to the car then take the slow walk. Which of course I now realize is the entire purpose of the slow walk. The drive back to the hotel took entirely too long as Rob attempted to break a variety of land speed records and the closer we got the more excited I became. We did have one moment when a highway patrol car behind us started running his overhead lights before whipping around us to respond to a call. It scared the hell out of us both and we couldn't help laughing as Rob backed off the speed until we were slightly subsonic. Crossing the lobby of the hotel the energy between us was palpable as we tried not to run towards the elevators. As the door to the elevators finally opened we moved to the side as an older couple stepped out. "Oh my," the woman said as we stepped into the box, "this one is even tastier than the one you had in Phoenix." As the doors closed I suddenly realized it was the same couple from the Hilton and the night everything went to hell. I started to laugh but found myself pinned against the wall and Rob's tongue pushing deep into my mouth. His hands cupped my ass as he pressed himself against me, his cock raging hard beneath the cloth of his pants. As we kissed I could feel myself getting even wetter than I thought possible, knowing I would never forget this night. When the doors of the elevator slid open Rob simply lifted me up and carried me, not wanting to break the kiss. Reaching with the door Rob attempted to get it open while still holding me up, but it didn't work. Pinned to the door while Rob fumbled with the card reader I had to avoid laughing as his frustration grew. Finally setting me on the ground I plucked the card from his hand and opened the door. Ducking into the room Rob attempted to grab me again but I was able to avoid him long enough to step into the bathroom. Quickly closing the door I grabbed the bag Tiffany had packed for me and pulled out the outfit she had picked. Apparently expecting tonight's events I pulled out a sheer black baby doll nightie and matching panties. This was the first time I actually got dressed up to go to bed so I was curious about Rob's reaction. Leaving on the high heels I stripped out of my dress and into the lingerie, pausing to enjoy the silk on my skin before stepping out into the room. I stood for a moment allowing my eyes to adjust to the lack of light in the room. All the lights were off and Rob was standing shirtless out on the balcony. The night breeze was cool as it wafted through the open doors causing my nipples to harden even further than they already were. Stepping out onto the balcony I picked up a glass of champagne from the silver tray where a bottle sat chilling. "Definitely worth the wait," Rob said as his eyes drank in my outfit. "I'm glad you like it," I said stepping to the railing of the balcony. I had always preferred hard cider over most drinks but I found the champagne extremely tasty and it was far stronger than I had ever realized. I was going to have to watch myself or I could find myself missing out on the fun. I started to wonder if I would be able to see the fireworks from SeaWorld what I felt Rob's hands on my back. His fingers felt so good as they began to work the muscles in my back I rested my head on the railing and let out a slight moan. Up my back his hands went, kneading the muscles along my spine causing every inch of me to relax as I melted under his touch. As his hands moved up the nightie I was wearing was soon pushed up around my shoulders. I knew I was going to have to find a way to make him feel as good as I was feeling now. My mind was working through ideas when his hands left my back and slid around to cup my breasts and move against me. Everything I had been thinking and planning went out the window, so to speak, when he pressed himself against me. Even still covered by his clothes I could feel his hard cock pushing between the cheeks of my ass. As his hands pinched and twisted my nipples I started to grind my ass against Rob's cock, happy with the groan I pulled from his throat. He was so hard I couldn't figure out how he wasn't bursting through the cloth. Moving my hands I grabbed the railing and began rolling my hips in earnest causing my panties to work their way down my ass. "Oh fuck Sara," Rob groaned his hands drifting to grab my hips, "I want you." "Then take me," I said slowly, drawing out the words to be sure he got my meaning, "Take me right here and make me yours." Releasing the railing long enough to pull off the nightie I looked over my shoulder to see Rob letting his pants drop to the floor. I had seen how big he was but feeling him resting against my ass I knew I was in for an experience. Placing his hands on my shoulders he dragged them down my back and over my ass pulling my panties down along the way. His hands ran down along my legs until I stepped out of my underwear and was wearing only the heels. "Open your legs," Rob said as his hands ran from my ankle to my ass and back again. Spreading my feet apart he massaged the globes of my ass before I felt his tongue spear between my swollen lips. It was so unexpected I had to grab the railing to keep from falling over as his tongue explored the folds of my pussy. Despite the suddenness of his maneuver it was clear from his slow deliberate technique he wasn't going anywhere for a while. "Oh my god," I cried as Rob's tongue began flicking against my clit. As his tongue explored he somehow managed to hit every one of my sensitive spots without even seeming like he was looking for them. His strong hands had me spread open and the cool air against my skin had every nerve on edge, my skin covered in little goose bumps. I lost track of how many times my knees threatened to buckle as Rob demonstrated a master class on how to make me moan. Dragging his tongue from my clit to my ass he began to push his tongue against my hole working it inside. I don't know how his tongue got so deep into my ass but when he pushed his fingers into my pussy while rubbing my clit my world shattered. My knees giving out meant the only thing that was holding me up on my feet was his fingers planted deep into my pussy. Gripping the railing he held me there as my pussy spasmed around his fingers and as I slowly regained use of my knees he began to pump his fingers slowly in and out of me. With his fingers sliding in and out I could tell as their angle changed that he was standing up. My knees buckled again as his thumbs dug into my lower back and up along my spine before pulling me upright. Pulling my body against his I could feel his cock trapped between our bodies as it slid between my ass cheeks. Tilting my head back Rob's hands cupped my breasts as he leaned down and kissed me. Caressing my nipples with his thumbs I moaned into his mouth as I tasted myself on his tongue. Resting my hands on his thighs I slowly dragged my nails across his skin as I drew my arms up behind me before taking his balls in my hands. Turning in his arms I kept his sack in my hand as I gently fondled them. "Sara, no," Rob said as I sank to my knees. He tried pulling me back to my feet but a gentle squeeze reminded him I was still holding him by the balls, literally. "Rob please, I want to," I said examining the monster in front of me, "You made me feel good now let me return the favor. Besides I enjoy it and if you think I'm suddenly going to turn into an angel and stop sucking cock you're sadly mistaken." His cock was easily as long as my forearm and I couldn't wrap my hand completely around it, other than Gandalf this was easily the largest cock I had ever seen. I was in a bit of a daze over how large he was as I began slowly stroking him. A large dollop of precum formed and I couldn't help but reach out with my tongue and slowly drag it across the head of his cock. His flavors burst on my tongue like the sweetest candy I had ever had. I wanted more and began swirling my tongue around the head of his cock. I could feel his heart beating as my tongue slid over every ridge and bump. Moving to the underside of his cock I dragged my tongue along his shaft until I reached his sack and it's heavily laden contents. "Oh fuck," Rob moaned as took one of his balls into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around as I gently sucked had him moaning and soon I felt his hand resting on my head. Making sure to give equal attention I swapped back and forth ensuring each testicle was completely enjoyed before working my way back up to the top of his cock. Giving the head one last slow swirling lick I wrapped my lips around him and slid my mouth down over the shaft. I had to smile as this time it was his knees that were buckling. "Ok I need to sit down if you're going to be doing that," Rob said as I smiled up at him. Giving him a quick lick I backed away so he could move inside. Seeing him sitting at the edge of the bed it was tempting to just crawl into his lap and enjoy the ride but I wasn't done yet. Kneeling back down I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and sucked him back into my mouth. I already knew that Gandalf had messed with my mind when he switched me so I would enjoy sex with men but there was something about having Rob's cock in my mouth that just seemed right. As my lips slid along his shaft my tongue explored as best I could, seeking out and memorizing the little things that made him groan in pleasure. I was taking my time since as much as I wanted to feel his cock twitching and jumping in my mouth as his cum filled my stomach I knew that wasn't going to happen right now. Taking his cock deep into my mouth one last time I felt as the head momentarily pressed against the back of my mouth before easily sliding into my throat. I held those inches in my throat as Rob stared down at me with shock in his eyes. I would easily be able to take the rest but that was for another time. "I guess Jennifer didn't mention I don't have a gag reflex?" I said as I straddled his lap, resting my soaking wet pussy directly on the shaft of his cock. "No, no she didn't," he groaned as I slid myself along his shaft. Lifting himself up as he held me against him I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he crawled to the center of the bed and laid me on my back. The reality of just how much bigger Rob was than me became startlingly apparent as he held himself over me. Running my hands down his body I crossed over his stomach and wrapped my hand around his cock which suddenly felt much larger than it did a few moments ago. Transformation Ch. 12 This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission Another chapter in the complicated life of Sara. Feel free to let me know what you think with your votes and your comments. It's your positive feedback that keeps the authors here on Lit motivated to write. "How in the fuck do you know that name?" I snarled, closing the distance between us. I was so fucking tired of being played. "Rob, you have about ten seconds to answer my fucking question. After that you get a demonstration of just how strong I am when I'm pissed." I wanted to be wrong, I wanted there to be a logical explanation for him knowing about Gandalf. "Whoa, whoa Sara, calm down," Rob said quickly backpedaling away from me as he realized that was the absolute wrong thing to say, "Jennifer, I know the name from Jennifer. She told all of us about him." I was completely stunned. Why in the hell would Jennifer tell them about Gandalf? What good could possibly come out of them knowing about him? Does that mean they know the truth about me? Did she tell them absolutely everything? "What did she tell you and don't you dare lie to me?" I said, "I'm tired of people lying to me, and don't you even think of touching me." He had been moving towards me, but quickly stopped and dropped his arms. Glaring, I watched as Rob crossed the room and sat on the bed. Patting the open spot next to him it was clear he wanted me to sit next to him. Stalking over to the round wooden table, I yanked out a chair and dropped into it. I wanted something between us in case I decided to attack him. "I'm not some dog you can just whistle and make jump," I said. I was trying to be calm but Rob seemed to be pushing all of my buttons at the moment. "I'm sorry," Rob said his shoulders slumping as he rested his elbows on his legs, "I didn't mean for it to come across like that. I just wanted you to sit next to me." Standing up Rob walked out to the balcony for a couple of minutes before coming back into the room. Most people I'm sure would have been irritated by this, but I knew it was a family trait. They all liked to walk around and think before talking. "Jennifer called a family meeting right after your parents' funeral," he said, "You know how seriously we take those." "I do," I said. I had actually been to a couple of their family meetings and was kind of impressed. Whomever called the meeting could bring up anything they felt was important and everyone else would sit and let them completely explain their position before commenting. It worked well to help resolve family issues. I guess he was expecting more from me as it took a couple of minutes before he continued. "So at the family meeting she explained how the person we all cared about," he said, "the person we had always considered a member of the family wasn't actually dead as we had been told. She told us how you, Rick, were very much alive and trying to build a new life. Gandalf was part of that conversation and believe me; I don't need any additional reminders of your strength." "So you've known this entire time," I said, "You've known since before that first date and you just let me tell lie after lie, story after story. Why? Why would you do that to me? For a family that you claim thought the world of me, you sure seemed content to let me twist in the wind." Watching Rob wince at my words I knew I had struck the truth. Having him knowing the truth should have been a giant weight off of my shoulders, but instead it felt like just another betrayal. I'm sure Gandalf was having a jolly good time over my pain. "When Jennifer sat us down and explained what had happened to you we were shocked, as you can imagine," he said, "It was difficult to believe, but she was so adamant about you being who she said you were eventually convinced us. None of us really knew how to deal with it but we were pissed something like that could happen to you." "So pissed that you were willing to let me dance like a trained monkey for your amusement," I yelled, "I hope you and your family enjoyed the show because it's sure as fuck over." Grabbing my bag of clothes I pulled out my jeans and started getting dressed. "It's not like that," Rob said. I could tell from how he was fidgeting he wanted to get up and do something but I think he was afraid of how I would react. "Really?" I said pulling my shirt on over my head, "It's not like that? Exactly what the fuck is it like then? I spent hours yesterday just sitting my ass in the surf beating myself up for running away and not facing my problems head on. Now I see I shouldn't have bothered." I was all but shaking in anger over being played once again and was fairly certain that once this was over, Tiffany would be the only one in my life. "Sara for fucks sake, stop it," Rob said getting to his feet, "Jennifer told us because she cares about you. She told us about Michelle's plan to try and break you free from Gandalf, and how she volunteered me to help." Walking over to me, Rob reached out and took my hand. "You said at the restaurant how you said goodbye to Rick a long time ago. When I look at you, I see you, I see Sara, not Rick. From the moment you poked your head around that corner, not once have I seen Rick when I look at you. I meant it when I said I was here because I wanted to be." He was throwing my own words in my face and even if they were the truth, they were still bitter to swallow. The fact that was, Rick was a part of my life that was long dead. I was Sara and I was comfortable in being a woman and everything that came with it. My anger drained as I realized I wasn't upset with Rob, I was pissed at the situation. While I had come to accept myself and even Jennifer had readily accepted me, I just couldn't imagine anyone else who knew Rick choosing to be with me. "Sara, please look at me," Rob said as I stared at his fingers intertwined with mine. It took his free hand cupping my chin to get me face him. "I didn't say anything because I wanted you to relax and be yourself. We had so much fun at lunch and the racetrack and you seemed so comfortable, I didn't want to ruin it." Pulling me against his chest Rob wrapped me up in his arms. "The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you and I'm sorry." "I know in my heart that you didn't mean to hurt me," I said, "and I am sorry for driving off. I should know better. Honestly, I wanted to see you and Tiffany make love, but only after we were together and I know that finding you two was my punishment. My punishment from Gandalf for daring to think I could be free. That's why he did it when I was sitting in jail so he could spring me just in time for you to finish." "Why did you want to see us together?" Rob asked. "Are you sure you want to know?" I asked, "You might not like the answer." "Sara there have been too many secrets in this relationship," Rob said, "We need to be honest with each other if this is going anywhere. Hold on for a minute." Pulling away from me Rob grabbed the phone and ordered two turkey sandwiches and drinks from room service. "Ok sorry, was getting hungry." "Really? I'm getting ready to spill my guts and you order food?" "I was just, yeah that was pretty stupid," Rob said. "You think." "I'm sorry," Rob said, "I did get you a sandwich as well." It seems that Rob's little half smile was put to use when he was in trouble as well. "Yes I know, and that's the only reason I am not kicking your ass at the moment," I said, "You should probably get some pants on, unless you're planning to invite room service in to play." Seeing the smirk on my face, Rob grabbed his jeans and pulled them on. I was still not happy with him, but watching him dress was disappointing as my new favorite toy vanished from view. A few minutes later there was a knock and as Rob went to answer the door I headed out to the balcony. "I don't think you would have wanted him to join us," Rob said setting my sandwich down, "I'm pretty sure he was about six hundred years old." Dropping into the chair next to me Rob was smiling as he dug into his sandwich. "I don't mind older guys, but I'll pass on anyone more than a century older than me," I said, "Although he might have a trick or two he could teach you." A cheap shot I know, but the look on Rob's face was completely worth it. Digging into his sandwich Rob didn't really reply with much more than a scowl. We ate in relative silence and it wasn't until our plates sat empty that conversation picked back up. "So you were about to tell me something I wouldn't like?" Rob said. "Yes I was," I said, "Right up to the point your stomach overpowered your brain." "I'm never going to live that down am I?" he asked. "No," I said, "I'll be honest with you. I'm not sure how you're going to react to this." I could feel my nerves starting to get to me as I came closer to telling him how I was really feeling. "This is about Tiffany isn't it?" I felt like a balloon with all the air suddenly whooshing out. "Let me guess, Jennifer?" I asked. I really wish she had told me she was planning on telling everything ahead of time. It would have saved me a serious headache. "Yeah, it is," I said. "Sara," Rob said, "Jennifer made the nature of your relationship with Tiffany perfectly clear to me, and I have no intention of trying to take you away from her. Would I like to have you to myself? Of course I would, but that's not really an option is it?" "No, not really," I said, "There are two people I care about more than anything else in the world, you and Tiffany. When this started, I didn't expect to fall for you as hard as I have, but I don't regret a second of it." "Come here," Rob said wrapping me up in his arms. Resting my head against his chest as his arms engulfed me, I felt safe and more content than I had in a long time. It was a feeling I never wanted to end. Rob and I spent most of the remaining days naked in our room. We would emerge for the occasional meal when room service just didn't hold anything appetizing. On one particular trip, Rob returned with all of the ingredients for an ice cream sundae, which somehow lead to me being tied to the bed blindfolded as he slowly covered my body in whipped cream and warm chocolate sauce. Just a warning though, when whipped cream melts it can find its way into a variety of crevices. Rob however was very thorough when it came to cleaning me up, and I doubt I have an inch of skin he hasn't tasted. I was a little melancholy when Sunday morning rolled around and it was time to head back to Tempe. Despite the rough start, the week had been fantastic, and I had been able to forget about Gandalf and Heather and just relax. For a brief time I lost myself in the world of just being Sara, a normal twenty something woman and Rob's girlfriend. Now, going back to Tempe, I knew that my world would somehow be turned upside down once again. The drive back was strangely uneventful. More than once, I considered fishing Rob's cock out of his jeans and sucking him until he filled my mouth, but I never did. Of course the car being a manual transmission probably had something to do with that. Still, I enjoyed the drive and when we pulled onto my street I couldn't help but smile at seeing my jeep in the driveway. Stopping in front of the house, Rob carried my bags inside and set them in my room. "The three of us need to talk, don't we?" Rob said, "Talk about how this is going to work." "Yeah we do," I said. "I almost drove us to my place," he said. His honesty made me smile. I reached out to caress his cheek as he moved to take me into his arms. "I know," I said before he pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was tender and passionate and everything you want from the person you love. We seemed to stand there forever before finally, slowly we broke the kiss. "I need to get going," Rob said, "I already know I'm going to be shit at work tomorrow." "It's ok," I said, "I'm probably going to pass out once you leave." "I don't think I'll be staying up that late tonight either," he said, "Someone wore me out this last week." "I don't recall hearing you complain," I said. "I'm not complaining, I'm just saying," Rob said. "Better not be," I said, "Ok get going and I will see you soon." I followed Rob out to the car for one last kiss before watching him drive off. Letting myself into the house, I dragged my feet slowly down the hall and into my bedroom. Dropping my bag on the floor, I turned on the shower before slowly undressing and stepping under the water. After quickly scrubbing down, I lost track of how long I stood with the water cascading down my body. It wasn't until I realized the water had gained a chill that I turned it off and toweled dry. Crawling between sheets I quickly dozed off. It was still daylight when an incessant banging on the front door pulled me from my slumber. Glancing at the clock, I saw that I had been asleep for several hours and felt much better than before. Pulling on some shorts and a tank top, I headed towards the front door and after glancing through the peephole I saw Kim standing outside. Opening the door I saw such a look of relief on Kim's face as to be frightening. "Oh thank god you're safe," Kim said. "What's going on," I asked. "Another body was found in that alleyway," Kim said, "She appears to have been killed in the same manner and was marked the same as Tina, but physically she could be a match for you. Her face was pummeled to the point of being unrecognizable, that's why I'm here." "Jesus," I said, "That's just what I want to hear. Do you think its Heather?" "We don't know," Kim said, "but it seems likely. When you didn't answer your phone we feared the worst." "Rob and I just got back from San Diego this morning," I said, "I was catching a nap before Tiffany gets home, so I didn't hear the phone." "I'll let Tom know you're ok," Kim said, "so we can try and figure out who this poor girl is. I'll tell you the truth, but I don't think hers is the last body we are going to find." "I hope you're wrong," I said, "but I don't think you are. Do you want to come inside?" "No, I can't," Kim said, "Tom and I got moved to the afternoon shift and he asked me to swing by as I was on my way in." "Ok Kim," I said, "I'll see you later." "Later Sara," Kim said as she walked to her car. Watching Kim walk away, I couldn't help but think about what could possibly have driven Heather to start killing people, if it really was her. Closing the door, I considered going back to bed but I wasn't even remotely tired. With nothing else left to do, I started cleaning up around the house. Hours passed and I realized I had heard nothing from Tiffany. Grabbing my phone I began to call Mike when the front door suddenly opened and a severely drunk and ragged Tiffany stumbled through the door and in truth, she looked like hell. Her tiny black dress was stained and torn, she was only carrying one shoe, and I could see where she had cum sticking in her hair. Alcohol was seeping from her pores, making the whole room smell like a spilled bottle of rum. Stumbling to a stop, her eyes momentarily focused on me before glazing back over. "Oh, look whose home. I'm going to go throw up now," Tiffany said before covering her mouth and running towards the bathroom. I'm not sure how, but she managed to make it to the toilet before her stomach began to empty itself. Grabbing her hair, I pulled it back and held it as she repeatedly heaved into the bowl. Plucking a band from the counter, I tied her hair into a ponytail before getting up and turning on the shower. As the water warmed, I stripped out of my clothes and once Tiffany seemed to stop heaving I helped her up. Pulling her dress off I was able to get a closer look to realize just how much cum was in her hair and on her body. It looked like she had been with at least a dozen guys. Giving her a glass of water to rinse out her mouth, I waited for her to finish before pulling her into the shower. Taking the hand held sprayer I began to rinse the thin layer of cum from the front of her body. Running my fingers across her skin it seemed as if her entire torso was covered. "Tiffany who did this to you?" I asked. Grabbing her scrubber, I lathered it up with her body wash and began scrubbing her body clean. "Who did what?" Tiffany said. "Tiffany please, no games," I said, "You smell like sperm and alcohol and your hair has more cum in it than I think I've ever seen." Rinsing the soap off, I poured her shampoo into her hair and began lathering her up. I had to wash it three times before I was satisfied that I had gotten everything out. "I went out to a club on Friday night with some people from work and met a guy named Rick," Tiffany said, "He was really good looking and we started talking and dancing all night. I'm not sure why I left with him, I certainly didn't plan on hooking up with anyone, but we ended up at his hotel and spent all weekend fucking. It's funny, now that I think about it; he looked almost exactly like you did before." Despite the steaming hot water running down our bodies, I felt a chill run up my spine. "He looked like me?" I asked. Taking a few moments to examine her body, I didn't see any damage beyond what would come from a good hard fucking. "Yeah, he did," she said, "Now that I think about it, he could have been your twin. Is it weird that I would be attracted to someone who looks just like the old you? He even said to say Hi to you, though I don't remember telling him about you." "What exactly did he say?" I asked. "He said to tell Sara that Rick says Hi," she said. I felt a pit in my stomach open as the realization of who she likely spent the weekend with dawned on me. With the two dead girls and now Tiffany's weekend activity I was fairly certain Heather had been transformed into a man, fucking Gandalf and his games. Pulling Tiffany out of the shower, I wrapped her up in her towel before sticking her loaded toothbrush in her hand. She seemed a bit steadier on her feet than before so once she finished I led her into the bedroom and tucked her in. Jumping back into the shower, I quickly washed my hair and body, having been focused on Tiffany the first time around. I needed to let someone know about Heather but who would believe me. Tom and Kim would as well as everyone who knew about me but beyond that, no one. Quickly drying off, I tried to keep the feeling of utter dread under control but I had a feeling I wouldn't be sleeping well tonight. Finally crawling into the bed, I envied Tiffany and her alcohol fueled snore as I stared at the ceiling counting holes. I know I slept for a bit, but the sunlight streaming through the blinds woke me completely. At some point in the night Tiffany had wrapped herself around me so I gently extracted myself before dashing to the bathroom. Having finished my business, I was brushing my teeth when I heard Tiffany's voice from the bedroom, "Sara?" I could sense the hesitation and fear in her voice as she awaited an answer. I had the feeling she wasn't completely sure who was in the bathroom. Poking my head around the corner with my brush still in my mouth I smiled at her, "Yeah, Tiff?" I knew I was going to have to tell her what I suspected but I had to see if she was hung over first. The look on her face was one of absolute remorse as she knew I was the one who cleaned her up. There was far too much going on for me to be upset at her and if Gandalf was helping Heather get her victims I was certain there was nothing Tiffany could have done to resist her. Transformation Ch. 12 "Oh my god," Tiffany said as tears burst from her eyes, "I don't know what came over me. I'm so sorry, please forgive me." Seeing the look of hopelessness on her face was not something I ever wanted to see again so I knew I had to tell her what I suspected was the truth of the situation. Rinsing out my mouth I crawled into the bed and wrapped my arms around her. "Tiffany its ok," I said. "No it's not," Tiffany said, "I cheated on you with some stranger. I promised you I would never do that again." "You didn't have a choice," I said. "What do you mean I didn't have a choice," she said, "Of course I had a choice and I choose wrong." "Tiffany," I said, "I think that was Heather." "WHAT?" she screamed and apparently instantly regretted it from the look on her face, "Oh ouch, oh fuck, too loud." Jumping up, I went into the bathroom and grabbed some Aleve and a glass of water. Handing them to Tiffany I waited until she finished the water before putting the glass away. "Thank you," she said, "now what the fuck do you mean you think that was Heather?" I quickly explained my thoughts on what had happened to her. "I'm going to be sick," she said before climbing over me in a rush to get to the bathroom. She was holding her own hair as she threw up the water and pills so I prepped her toothbrush again. The water gone, she continued to dry heave into the toilet for a couple of minutes before finally lifting herself upright. "Thank you," she said taking her toothbrush. I went back into the bedroom and got dressed, pulling on sweat pants and a tank top. Padding out to the kitchen, I started the coffee and pulled down our cups in anticipation of Tiffany joining me. It was a few minutes before Tiffany dragged herself into the kitchen. "I hate to say it but I think you're right," she said filling her cup, "Which of course makes me feel even worse than I did before." "I was going to wait until you were feeling better but the look on your face convinced me otherwise," I said, "Well at least until you weren't hung over." We stood in silence for a while just enjoying each other's company. "I can't believe how much Gandalf is going out of his way to fuck with you," Tiffany said. "Never a dull moment," I said. "I would love a dull moment every now and then," she said. "Yeah, me to," I said. It's funny how every once in a while life actually gives you what you ask for. The next month was strangely uneventful to the point we started to think maybe Gandalf had finally tired of me. I should have known that for someone who has lived as long as he has, a month would seem longer than a moment. Halloween was only a couple of weeks away and Tiffany and I were busy decorating the yard when Tom's car pulled up in front of the house. I was working on the side of the house so Tom didn't see me when he got out. "Tiffany," he said, "have you seen Sara? She's not answering her phone." "She's over on the side of the house," Tiffany said, "What's going on?" "Yeah Tom," I said stepping from around the side of the house, "what's going on?" "They found another young woman matching your description," he said, "and the body was in the same place." "So that's two matching my description, three if you include Tina," I said "So Tempe has a serial killer in the making." "You know her better than anyone," he said "Do you think she's going to keep killing?" "I didn't think she was capable of what she's already done," I said, "So your guess is as good as mine." "They've assigned good detectives to the case but if Gandalf is involved they are going to be beating their heads against the wall," he said, "It doesn't look good to keep having college girls turning up dead." "I'm afraid so," I said. "Alright I need to go," Tom said, "just wanted to make sure you were safe." "Are you still coming to the party?" Tiffany asked. "Wouldn't miss it," he said, "Kim's planning our costumes." "I can't wait," I said, "Remember no cheating and coming dressed as cops." "She knows but I'll remind her," he said. After he drove off we went back to decorating the yard. The thought of Heather seeking out women to kill that looked like me was disturbing, but I refused to let it interfere with enjoying life. Since Halloween was in the middle of the week, we were having the party the Saturday before. I'd received more than one party invite since returning to my jiu-jitsu class but this was the only one I was planning on attending. Tiffany had declared that she was planning my costume as soon as we decided to have the party and I had no idea what she had in mind. The next two weeks seemed to fly by and the party was in a couple of hours. "Ok Sara, time to get dressed," Tiffany said. We had finished putting the final touches on the house and had about two hours before anyone else was due to show up. Going into the bedroom Tiffany directed me to get in the shower while she got the costumes ready. I only took a few minutes to scrub down before rinsing off and jumping out. I wrapped a towel around me and went back into the bedroom. Sitting on the bed was two blue wigs, two pairs of red and white striped stockings, and two pairs of red high heels. There were also multiple tubes of what looked like red paint and two tubes of white. "What the hell is all this?" I said seeing Tiffany with a huge smile on her face. "I thought we could go as Thing One and Thing Two," she said. "Thing One and Thing Two, the Doctor Seuss characters?" I said. Seeing her nod her head to the positive I couldn't help but shake my head. "You know we are going to hell for this right?" I said. "Probably but why not have fun until then," she said. I couldn't really argue with her logic so we began the process of getting ready. Standing in front of the mirror, Tiffany took the first tube and sponge applicator and started spreading the paint across my skin. The sponge tickled on my skin and I had to fight not to laugh. At first Tiffany was being playful, but soon just how much work it really was became apparent and she grew serious. Finishing my back I turned around so Tiffany could paint the front. As Tiffany began to work on my front I discovered that it was going to be a lot harder to keep control than I thought. Her fingers running the sponge across my nipples and under my breasts were quickly getting me wetter and wetter. When she moved down my stomach and started working over my mound I was openly panting with excitement. I was desperately hoping she would stop painting long enough to get me off but she moved right down my legs until she was finished. "Ok, my turn," Tiffany said. Taking the paint and a fresh sponge I proceeded to put Tiffany though the same torturous routine I just endured. Taking special care to hit every crease and crevice on her body. It brought a smile to my face when, as the sponge ran across her pussy lips, she cried out in pleasure. Finishing with her legs, we took a moment to do the writing on our stomachs before pulling on the stockings and wigs. Glancing down, I couldn't help but laugh when I saw we had both had the same idea; I was Slut One and she was Slut Two. "Well they can't say we were not properly labeled for the evening," I said. "Are you sure you want to play tonight?" Tiffany said, "Everyone will understand if you and Rob just want to be together." "I'm sure," I said, "We talked about it and he understands I need to cut loose tonight and I'm wanting him to do the same. I don't care if he fucks every girl here as long as he understands I'm probably going do the same. The advantage I have is I get to pick from both the girls and the guys. I seriously doubt he will do the same." "True," Tiffany said, "I just don't want to see you risking the relationship." "It won't," I said, "I already know he's looking forward to getting a piece of Michelle. Besides, he knows we are a package deal so if he can't handle the party how is he going to keep up with us." "Good point," she said, "Michelle Huh? What is it with guys and redheads?" "I don't know, but I've considered dying my hair just to give him a treat," I said. "Oh let me know if you decide to do it," Tiffany said, "I know the perfect place to get it done and maybe I'll do it too, just to freak him out. I felt myself growing increasingly wet in anticipation of the evening's festivities. In theory it was a Halloween party, but I knew it wouldn't take long to deteriorate into the orgy it we expected it to. With all of the stress from the murders and Heather looking like my old self, we all needed a chance to just cut loose and I couldn't think of a better way for this group of people than an old fashioned fuck fest. I headed out into the kitchen finding Tiffany checking on the jello shots we made. "They will be ready by the time everyone is here," she said, "Tonight is going to be a blast." The ringing of the doorbell interrupted my response as Tiffany and I both headed towards the door. Looking through the peephole I saw Rob in what looked like a Captain America get up. "It's Rob," I said quietly grabbing Tiffany and pulling her next to me. "Come in," I said loud enough to be heard. As the door opened we both stood leaning into each other and smiling. "Oh fucking hell," Rob said all but tripping over his own feet. The way Rob's eyes bulged out was quite humorous and had Tiffany and I instantly giggling. "Something wrong with your feet Rob," Tiffany asked as we moved back so Rob could walk into the house. "If some old guy comes to the door you're going to give him a coronary, "Rob said. "Well at least he would die with a smile on his face," Tiffany said. Walking to the kitchen we finished working on the last of the multiple pitchers of margaritas we had made. There were easily a dozen or so in the freezer along with the ingredients for more. The fridge was stocked with a variety of beers and finger foods and we had set aside some cash in case we needed to order pizza. My IPod was hooked up to the stereo system so we wouldn't have to worry about changing the music. I even made sure to plug the damm thing in so it wouldn't run out of juice. The only thing we needed now was for the guests to arrive. Tom and Kim were the next to arrive and to be honest I had absolutely no clue what their costumes were supposed to be. Tom was dressed in a red and white superhero kind of thing that matched Kim's pink and white one. Jacob told me later on that they were Power Rangers, whatever the fuck a Power Ranger is. Jacob and Michelle were soon knocking on the door dressed up as Bonnie and Clyde. We had invited Rick and Karen and were happy when Fred and Wilma Flintstone came walking through the door. The summers in Phoenix may suck but they can make for a warm Halloween, which is the only reason I found Devin standing at my door dressed as Tarzan. "Devin?" I said genuinely shocked to see him standing there, "I didn't realize you were going to be here." "Hi Sara," he said, "Tiffany emailed me about the party a couple of weeks ago. I guess she wanted me to be a surprise." "Apparently so," I said, "I'd give you a hug, but I don't want you rubbing the paint off just yet." "I'm looking forward to it, El Paso has been less thrilling than I had hoped," he said stepping into the house, "Is Jennifer here?" "I haven't seen her yet," I said surprised he was asking about her, "Well tonight should be thoroughly entertaining. I'm sure we'll have a chance to catch up later." After waiting for Devin to make his way further into the house, I immediately sought out Tiffany. "Please tell me you invited Devin," I said interrupting her conversation with Michelle. "He actually showed up?" Tiffany said, "Last time I talked to him he wasn't sure." "So you invited him then?" I asked. "Yeah, why would you think I," she said interrupting herself, "Oh yeah, I get it. Yes I invited him." "Okay good," I said, "Just wanted to be sure." "Do I even want to know?" Michelle asked. "I'll tell you later," I said before starting to move around the room. I had never been what you could call a social butterfly, but as I moved around the room I found it easy to talk to everyone. Probably the fact I either had or would be having sex with everyone in the room didn't hurt. After a bit of socializing, I headed into the kitchen and started pouring margaritas into the glasses. "Sara," Tiffany said bouncing into the kitchen, "look who made it." Looking up, I saw she was standing with a She-Ra and a slave girl Leia. I didn't recognize the Leia, but the She-Ra looked familiar and it took a minute to place where I knew her from. "Lisa," I said startled at the mane of blonde hair, "Wow, you look amazing. I love the blonde, really looks good on you." I hadn't seen Lisa since a couple of days after I woke up and she was a brunette then. "Thanks," Lisa said, "Robin has been on me to get it done and I'm glad I did. I see you're adapted well." It was then that I noticed that she and Leia were holding hands. "I've had a lot of help but Tiffany has been my rock," I said, "You must be Robin, I'm Sara." As we shook hands I saw her grip tighten around Lisa's fingers. "It's nice to meet you," Robin said, "I must admit we were surprised to get the invitation, but after hearing Lisa talk about you there was no way I was missing this. You're certainly prettier than I expected, considering your situation." "Are you sure you're wearing the right costume?" I said plastering a smile on my face, "With those claws Cheetara probably would have been more appropriate, don't you think?" Picking up one of the margaritas I proceeded to drink about half, staring at Robin the entire time. Tiffany and Lisa were both shocked at the level of venom in my words and I continued to smile at Robin until a slight smile crossed her face. "I was wondering just how much of a bitch you could be," Robin said picking up a drink, "or if you would react as a guy." "Oh I can react like a guy when I need to," I said, "I almost broke my hands beating the hell out of that big tree in the back yard a few months ago. I had to dodge a large falling branch before it killed me." I had left where the branch had broken, jagged and nasty, sticking out from the tree as a reminder to myself to control my temper. OK fine, no it doesn't always work but I have to try. "You'll have to show that to me one of these days," Lisa said, "I'm amazed at how far you've come in a short while." I could tell she was straining to see the tree I had assaulted out in the darkness. "In the morning I will," I said pulling the tray of jello shots out of the fridge, "Now it's time to get things rolling." Carrying the shots out to the living room, I was quickly mobbed as people pulled the drinks off the tray. I could see Tiffany was going around with the bucket and gathering everyone's keys. We didn't want anyone attempting to drive later, so the keys would be hidden until the morning. With everyone's keys gathered up in the bucket, Tiffany stood up on the couch as I prepared to crank the music. "Remember the rules everyone," Tiffany said, "this night is about cutting loose, getting fucked, and having fun. If you want to leave we will call you a cab, so don't even ask for your keys. If someone says no then that's the end, I'm sure you can find someone else who wants to play. There is plenty of alcohol in the fridge and freezer so help yourselves." Jumping down, Tiffany winked at me as I cranked the stereo up. I didn't have a single doubt this party was going to be a riot. I'm sure that everyone was expecting Tiffany and me to immediately start jumping on someone, but we had talked about it and decided to let someone else make the first move. Picking a piece of wall, Tiffany and I started placing bets as to who would be the first. Honestly, I was expecting Rob to be going after Michelle as soon as things got rolling but that wasn't the case at all. After about fifteen minutes the unmistakable sound of sex started coming from the back bedrooms. We had stripped the beds with the anticipation of them being used quite a bit. Walking down the hall, we poked our heads into my room and found Karen riding Devin as Jacob was obviously taking her ass. Moving back to the living room it was clear that everyone had been waiting for someone else to start the fun. Costumes were either partially or completely removed and strewn around the room. Michelle was kneeling between Rob's legs noisily slurping on his cock as Kim worked her tongue into her pussy. Robin had wasted no time introducing herself as the slave girl between Kim's legs attested to. I will admit I was more than a little surprised to find Lisa being quite thoroughly fucked by Rick. "Where's Tom?" Tiffany said as we moved around the room. "I'm not sure," I said as I had not seen him since going down the hall. A knocking on the door caught my ear. "I'll get the door, you look for Tom," I said as she headed towards the kitchen. Looking through the peephole I saw both Jennifer and Mike standing at the door. "Hey, I wondered if you two were going to make it tonight," I said opening the door. Seeing both of their jaws drop at the sight of my costume made all of it worthwhile. Jennifer was wearing a dark grey trench coat that looked vaguely familiar and Mike was dressed as Zed from the movie Zardoz. I couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous it looked but I understand the idea behind outfit. Stepping into the house, they both looked observed the scene in front of them. "I see it didn't take very long for things to get interesting," Mike said, "I'm going to assume that Tiffany is Slut Two." "You would be correct," I said, "and with this group that shouldn't be much of a surprise." "True enough and thanks for the warning," Mike said before heading into the living room and kneeling behind Robin. Watching Mike push into her, it reminded me to make sure to get some time with him tonight. I had the sudden image of being trapped between Mike and Rob and my juices instantly began to flow. "Oh you just had a fun thought didn't you?" Jennifer said. "Most definitely," I said smiling. I was going to have to make sure that particular fantasy came true tonight. "So why does that coat look so familiar?" I asked. Smiling, Jennifer untied the belt and slowly opened it exposing her nude body beneath. A sudden flashback to a picture I had received in boot camp brought a smile to my face. "It looks familiar because it's yours," she said, "I figured this was a good opportunity to return it to you. I didn't think you would mind considering the theme of the party." "You're right, I don't," I said, "If you want to give me the coat Devin was asking about you earlier. He seemed quite interested in if you were going to be here." "Really?" she said. "Really," I said, "Last I saw him was a few minutes ago. He and Jacob were having some fun with Karen in my bedroom. Why don't you go join them?" Seeing her eyes light up made me smile as she turned and headed down the hall. Folding the coat, I walked into the kitchen only to see that Tiffany had managed to find Tom after all. Clutching the edge of the counter, Tiffany was moaning loudly as Tom's fingers dug into her hips as he fucked her from behind. Seeing an opportunity for some fun myself, I slipped in front of her and hopped up onto the counter. Tiffany needed no instructions as she immediately plunged her tongue inside me. Leaning back on the counter, the feeling was exquisite as she held her tongue stiffly and let Tom's pounding drive it into me. With her tongue fucking me, I reached down and began to play with my clit, rubbing little circles around it. The thought of just how much fucking was going on inside the house already had me worked up, so it didn't take long before I was creaming all over Tiffany's face. "Sara," Tom said, "hop down and get next to Tiffany." Transformation Ch. 12 Smiling, I slid off the counter and turned around as Tom grabbed my hips. His cock, still soaked with Tiffany's juice, slid deep into me. It had been quite a while since I had been fucked by anyone other than Rob so the I moaned as his cock invaded me pussy, stretching me in pleasurablely unfamiliar ways. His cock felt fantastic as he filled me and I was disappointed when I felt him withdraw, leaving me empty as my pussy spasmed around nothing. With the two of us bent over in front of him, he did what any guy in his position would do. He began taking turns fucking each of us. I would get to spend a couple of minutes with him slamming against me before he would withdraw and then do the same to Tiffany. "Oh fuck turn around," Tom said as he pulled out of me. I had figured he was getting close as I could feel his cock start to swell inside me. Turning around, both Tiffany and I dropped to our knees just as Tom began cum, his hot seed spraying across our tits as he stroked his cock. Leaning forward Tiffany and I took great pains to ensure we thoroughly cleaned every inch of his still erect cock. In anticipation of the party Tiffany was able to secure a supply of Viagra from a pharmacy tech at her hospital. Apparently having the hottest nurse in the hospital deep throating your cock is highly convincing. "That was fun," Tiffany said, "I can't wait to see what happens next." "I'm impressed your paint didn't wear off," Tom said. "The guy at the costume shop told me it would only come off with soap and water," Tiffany said, "I couldn't even taste anything different." Looking closely at Tiffany's hips and ass I couldn't see a single mark or smudge anywhere. It was going to take some effort later to get cleaned up, but that in itself has the potential for some fun. "Interesting," I said, "shall we see what other trouble we can find?" "Oh absolutely, " Tiffany said, "I'm not anywhere even close to being done tonight." Checking out the action in my room first, we found Jennifer and Karen in a sideways sixty nine as Devin and Jacob were deep inside their asses. It looked quite fun and from the glances Tiffany and I shared we would trying that out in the future. Making our way into the living room we found Rob doing his best to drive Michelle through the floor while Tom and Kim were having some fun with Lisa. It was when I saw Robin on her back as Rick fucked her that I knew where I wanted to be. Walking over I saw her eyes were closed, so she didn't realize I was there until I straddled her face. I quickly discovered Robin has an extremely talented and nimble tongue as she wasted no time in tasting me with a long probing lick. Rick appeared content to continue fucking Robin until Tiffany whispered something into his ear that brought a huge smile to his face. Pulling out he moved so Tiffany could lower her face between Robin's thighs. From the way he moved behind her it was obvious she had offered him her ass. Robin's tongue felt fantastic as she worked it between my folds and around my clit. I don't know how she was doing it, but Robin quickly had me right on the edge of a mind blowing orgasm that I couldn't get to spill over. I was writhing all over her face, pinching my nipples, desperately trying to get off but for some reason I just couldn't. For long minutes she played with my like a toy before finally clamping down and sucking hard on my clit. I don't know why buy even Tiffany has commented about that being an almost guaranteed way to make me have an earth rattling orgasm. I likely would have screamed had Mike not chosen that moment to step in front of me and shove his cock into my mouth. Instinctively my lips wrapped around his shaft and I began to suck. Since waking up, there was just something about the feeling of a hard cock in my mouth that makes me happy. Feeling the soft skin under my tongue, the spongy head pushing against the back of my throat, and the hardness moving under the skin; it's all just a feeling I can't imagine having to live without. Gripping my head Mike began fucking my mouth in a steady rhythm. As his cock slid between my lips, I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft, relishing in the flavor. I could feel the wig start to slip as Mike tried getting a firm hold on my head. Reaching up, I pulled out the pins that were holding the wig on and stripped it off. Running my fingers through my hair, I quickly shook it out and resumed sucking on Mike's cock. "Oh fuck Sara," Mike said, "that hair color looks cool." I didn't really think much of what he said, but as I continued to work his cock I caught a flash of blue in the corner of my eye. Grabbing my hair with one hand I pulled it around so I could get a better look and was shocked to see I was holding a handful of dark blue hair. The same color blue of the wig I was wearing moments ago. I was so distracted by Mike's cock in my mouth and the sudden change in hair color that I failed to notice that Robin's ministrations were having their desired effect. The spasming began in my lower abdomen and quickly spread to my legs which began to shake. Lifting myself up I tried moving away from Robin's vicious assault on my pussy but her firm grip on my hips kept her tongue in constant contact with my clit. My legs were shaking so much they felt as if they were going to they start cramping any second. Pulling myself away from Mike, I did the only thing I could do to straighten my legs which was to fall to the side. Collapsing onto my side, Robin twisted away from Tiffany and kept her mouth firmly between my legs. "Oh fuck oh fuck," I moaned my legs shaking violently, "Robin fucking stop please." Her unending tongue lashing against my clit was keeping my body at a peak I've rarely seen. Rolling onto my back, my entire body was shaking as Robin was pulled off of me by Mike. The unceasing waves of pleasure continued to wash through me even as the quivering slowly stopped. Finally able to catch my breath, I slowly sat up and saw Robin getting her face covered in cum by both Mike and Rick. "Sara?" Tiffany said an unspoken question hanging in the air. Turning to look at her I saw the wig was in her lap and her hands were filled with blue hair. The color was a dead match for my new dark blue locks, but Tiffany's was a few shades lighter. There was no doubt in my mind as to what the source of this new cosmetic change was; the only question was whether or not it was permanent. I could easily see Gandalf deciding that my hair needed to be growing in blue. Jumping up, I walked over to Tiffany and sat down, wrapping my arms around her. "So guys," I said looking at Mike and Rick, "what do you think? Do we look good in blue or what?" I couldn't say what was really going through my mind with Rick and Robin in the room. It was hard not to laugh at the looks that crossed the guy's faces as they looked at each other then back at us. "It's certainly unexpected," Rob said, "but I like it." Everyone else quickly agreed with him, but I knew he could tell there was more to the story. There was an evil grin on Rob's face as he crossed the room towards me. Just as he reached me, I found myself lifted into the air and hanging over his shoulder. Apparently everyone found the squeak I let out as Rob picked me up quite funny and was laughing at me hanging like a piece of meat. Rob started heading down the hall before stopping and looking over his shoulder. "Mike, shall we?" Rob said before carrying me to my bedroom. Hanging from Rob's shoulders, I could see Mike move to follow us down the hall. Apparently my room was still occupied as we crossed the hall into Tiffany's room. I had to laugh when Rob flipped me over his shoulder and I came crashing down on the bed. After a couple of bounces I propped myself up on my elbows to take in the sight in front of me. Rob and Mike standing side by side, their hard thick cocks standing out from their rock hard bodies. I realized I was involuntarily licking my lips in anticipation of what was to come. I was so focused on the two of them that when Rob spoke it made me jump a bit. "You didn't know your hair was blue did you?" Rob said. "No," I said, "neither of us did." "Fucking figures," Mike said, "He just won't leave you alone will he? Always has to find some way to fuck with you." Lying back on the bed I reached down between my legs and started running my fingers between the folds of my pussy. I wasn't going to let something as simple as hair color stop me from getting fucked by these two studs. It wasn't until I pushed two fingers inside myself that it sunk in I was done talking. When the bed began to shift I felt my pussy growing even wetter in anticipation. Just as they crawled into my view I saw Mike was holding a blindfold that I recognized as Tiffany's. I was a bit hesitant at first, but eventually nodded my head and Mike slipped the mask over my eyes. As soon as the fabric was pulled completely over my eyes I felt the bed shift again and I quickly realized I was alone on the bed. I could hear them both moving around the room trying to confuse me as to who was who. Eventually I felt both sides the bed begin to shift again and I could feel them on either side of me. Part of me wanted to reach out and touch them, but I decided to restrain myself and let them go first. I knew they were playing with me when I felt the first gentle blowing across my nipples. As my nipples twisted even harder than before, I felt the blowing start to move in different directions. Moving in seemingly random directions I felt goose bumps rising on my skin as one blew across my chest and throat as the other moved down my stomach. "Oh fuck," I moaned as the warm air became hot tongues along my hip and collar bone. It was like they were dragging fire across my skin when they crossed the swell of my mound and over my breasts. My hands gripped handfuls of the sheet as my back arched when a mouth closed over my nipple, forcing my world to shrink to the sensations from that little nub of flesh. It lingered for but a moment, before leaving a trail of kisses headed towards my neck. When the other tongue ran across the top of my slit I nearly came unglued as this teasing was driving me absolutely batty. I heard a chuckle that, if I'm being completely fucking honest, could have come from either of them. There was a shifting on the bed and a pair of strong hands gripped my thighs, forcing my legs apart. I knew someone had just settled on the bed between my legs when his hot breath streamed across soaked pussy. I began to raise my hips, hoping to encourage some additional interactions with my pussy when a pair of hands cupped my ass. The tongue between my legs began to slowly drag along the crease at the uppermost part of my inner thigh. Licking, nibbling, and gentle sucking everywhere except where I really wanted it just continued the tease. The warm mouth kissing and licking along my neck pulled away and there was more shifting on the bed near my head. When I feel the head of a cock being dragged across my lips I moan audibly and reach out with my tongue. Straining I try to wrap my lips around the head of the cock, but my hips being help off the bed has taken away all of the leverage I need to reach it. I realize now that I'm being teased on both ends as neither of them is giving me what I want. I let out a frustrated growl just as the lips of my pussy were pierced by an amazing tongue. It could have been either of them licking me as they both know how to quickly bring me right to the edge. A shift of his hands and I felt his thumb pressing against my ass. With my juices flowing easily from my pussy, his thumb soon sank completely inside my ass as I ground against his hand. Lowering my hips to the bed he began flicking my clit with his tongue as his thumb pumped in and out. Deciding enough was enough; I reached up and quickly located the cock I knew was just above me. Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I pulled him down and into my mouth; the accompanying moan had me smiling around his shaft. Lifting my head, I moved my lips along his shaft, sucking as deeply as I could while my tongue worked along the bottom of the shaft. The accompanying groan gave me a pretty good idea of who it was. After only a couple of minutes of sucking he pulled away from me and I found myself being lifted and moved to the edge of the bed. Well more specifically my shoulders were on the edge, with my head dangling over. I knew what was wanted and as soon as I opened my mouth it was filled with the same delicious cock. Taking a hold of my piercings he began to twist them as he slowly moved in and out of my mouth, each stroke a little deeper and soon he was bumping against the back of my throat. I knew things were about to get interesting, when my legs were pushed forward and I felt the head of a cock rubbing against my opening. It was pretty obvious they were communicating when they thrust forward simultaneously and my pussy and throat were filled with cock. It was also obvious that teasing time was over as they each fucked their respective opening. Even though with the blindfold I couldn't be one hundred percent certain, I was sure it was Rob holding my legs as his cock pounded into me. I'd fucked Mike before true, but there was something utterly familiar about the feeling of Rob inside me that was unmistakable. With the realization of who was fucking me, my pussy began to spasm and I moaned around the cock in my throat. It made everything every more intense knowing Rob was ensuring I was thoroughly fucked. I still couldn't see, so it was unexpected when they both pulled out and proceeded to flip me around. Now up on my hands and knees, they had spun me around so it was Mike who grabbed my hips and thrust inside me. Wrapping his fingers into my hair, Rob pulled my head up and shoved his cock between lips. The taste of my own pussy on Rob's cock was a flavor I loved and sampled as often as possible. My suspicions were confirmed as I felt Mike's cock plunging deep into my pussy. They were both gifted lovers with amazing cocks but I could tell the difference between the two. They were fucking me like a little toy and I loved every second of it. The only sounds in the room were the slapping of Mike's hips against my ass and me slurping as Rob's cock filled my throat. Rob's fingers were so strong in my hair, keeping my head exactly where he wants it as Mike reached around and began to play with my clit. I wanted to scream but couldn't as Rob's cock continued to cut off my air. Pulling his cock out of my mouth, I felt Rob's hand move down my back and push his finger into my ass as Mike continued to rub my clit while he fucked me. Dropping to my elbows I held fistfuls of the sheet as I cried out in pleasure. Grabbing my hair again Rob pulled me back before stripping the mask off of me and crashing his mouth against mine. Shoving his tongue into my mouth, Rob continued to finger my ass with one then two fingers. Reaching over I wrapped my hand around Rob's cock, amazed as always that I couldn't get my hand all the way around. Hearing Rob grunt as I started to stroke him made me grow even more turned on than I was. "Fuck baby," Rob said breaking the kiss, "you look so fucking hot like that. Watching you get fucked, it's got me so fucking hard." He was right; his cock seemed even more swollen than I could remember. "Fuck, you are really hard" I said, "You like watching me get fucked don't you? Seeing me covered in sweat and cum from an incredible fuck." Feeling Rob's cock twitch in my hand told me I was right. "Oh fuck yes," Rob said. "Mike lay down on the bed for me," I said looking over my shoulder. Knowing what I wanted, he quickly moved so I could straddle him. I couldn't help but moan as his thick cock filled me even deeper as I settled on top of him. Resting my hands on his stomach, I ground my hips against him to get comfortable. "Baby," I said in my most syrupy sweet voice, "please fuck my ass. I need your swollen cock filling my tight ass." The growl from Rob was nearly feral as he got up and moved behind me. With Mike pulling my cheeks apart, I forced myself to relax as Rob did exactly as I expected and pushed deep into my ass. The orgasm hit me as hard as I expected, forcing me to buck back against them as Rob pushed forward. A soundless scream escaped my lips as wave after wave crashed though me, the orgasm extended by Rob and Mike both starting to move inside me. They wasted no time and within seconds I was being hammered by their alternating thrusts. My moans soon became a stream of gibberish as the pleasures from their cocks seem to overwhelm my higher mental abilities and it became apparent I was just along for the ride. There was no doubt I was being well and truly fucked by my two studs and with the Viagra and earlier activities there was no way either of them was cumming any time soon. Grabbing my thighs, Rob lifted my legs and pulled me to his chest, causing Mike's cock to slip out and slap against his stomach. I was confused as to his plan until he lay on his back, my ass still impaled on his cock. I'm not sure how he got into position, but Mike soon set my legs on his shoulders and drove his cock back into me. I was being stretched to the limit by these two massive cocks and I loved every second of it. Eventually I lost track of all the different positions and ways the two of them fucked me; on my knees, my back, pinned flat on my stomach as Rob filled my ass. Barely a moment passed that I didn't have a cock filling me somewhere. Eventually I could tell that they were both getting close to cumming, and since the two of them had brought me to innumerable peaks today I would let them decide where they wanted to cum. I was kneeling with Rob behind me and Mike in my mouth as they drew closer and closer. From the way they were both groaning, I knew they were fighting for just a little more endurance. "Boys," I said, "I know you're both oh so close, and you've been so good to me, you can cum anywhere you want." "Oh fuck Sara," Rob groaned as he pulled out, "on your face." I smiled as I crawled off the bed and knelt on the floor. Of all the times Rob and I had been together, that was the one thing I wouldn't let him do, so his request didn't surprise me. Sitting back on my heels, I tilted my head back as they scrambled off the bed and stood in front of me. "Don't be shy now boys," I said running my hands along their thighs, "stroke those beautiful cocks for me." Pulling them even closer, I snaked my tongue out to lick both the heads as they started to stroke themselves. I wanted to watch as they came, so I kept my eyes open as they both groaned and thick ropes of cum exploded all over my face. Cupping their balls in my hands, I massaged them as rope after rope of salty cum covered my face. I did eventually have to close my eyes as the cum began to sting. Grasping their shafts, I pulled both of their heads into my mouth and sucked the last few drops before swirling my tongue around them. I was actually quite surprised to realize that they both had a hand on my head as I licked them both clean. "Holy fuck that was amazing," Rob said stumbling back against the bed. I was still on my knees and was slowly cleaning their cum off of my face. Running my fingers through the sticky mess I brought as much to my mouth as possible, reveling in the flavor. I loved the looks on their faces as I slowly cleaned myself of their cum. "Hmm you are both so delicious," I said finally standing up. Bending over, I quickly gave each of their cocks a quick lick before kissing first Mike then Rob. "Thank you so much, that was incredible," I said crawling into Rob's lap, "Did you really enjoy watching me or was that just heat of the moment?" "I actually enjoyed it," Rob said, "You looked so sexy it was insane." Grabbing my ass he pulled me tight against him and pressed his mouth to mine. Instantly our mouths were open and our tongues were twirling around each other. Lying back on the bed, Rob and I continued to kiss as his hands moved up and down my back, tracing little patterns in my skin with his fingers. Slowly the intensity of the kiss lessened and eventually broke. Laying my head on his chest, I stretched out next to him and lay there listening as his breathing finally slowed and he drifted off to sleep. Transformation Ch. 13 "Ok here we go," Vivian said as she lowered the back of the chair to the sink, "Just close your eyes and relax." The water was cool as Vivian rinsed the excess dye from my hair, her fingers caressing my scalp as she did. After a couple of minutes, I opened my eyes and saw the look of sheer panic on her face. "It's still blue isn't it," I said. The look on her face told me everything I needed to know, but in truth I wasn't surprised. The party was three weeks ago and while Tiffany's hair had immediately returned to blonde after the first washing, mine had not. We had tried several different brands and colors of hair dye, but nothing ever actually stuck. "I am so sorry," Vivian said, "I've never seen anything like this happen before." "It's ok," I said, "I wasn't really expecting it to work anyways. This was just a final try. It looks like I am stuck with blue hair for a while." "I'm sure it will just grow out eventually," Vivian said, "Wait a second, actually it looks like the ends took the color." Holding up the end of my hair, I could see the black tips contrasting the dark blue of the rest. It was hard to see as the blue was nearly black when wet, but there was just enough of a difference for me to tell. "I'll just have to be patient I guess," I said. I had a feeling my hair was going to be blue until Gandalf grew tired of it, whenever the fuck that was. Finishing the appointment, I understood why women enjoyed having their hair done. It was nice to relax and let someone else take care of it for a while. I made sure to give Vivian a large tip to make up for her stress over the color not taking. Leaving the salon, I stopped for lunch at a Greek place near the house. Pulling the jeep into a spot, I was startled when my phone started to ring. Snatching it out of my bag, I didn't recognize the number but decided to answer it anyways. "Hello," I said. "Sara its Elisa," the voice said. It took me a few moments to place the name as I had not heard from her in several months. "What's up Elisa?" I said, "It's been a while." "Sara, I hate to do this but Gandalf has switched someone and Vic and I are stuck in Malta," she said, "Is there any way you could go and talk to them?" "That son of a bitch," I said, "It's bad enough he's fucking with my life, turning my hair blue, but now he's switched someone else? Sorry, just venting. Where can I find them and which way was the switch?" I could hear Elisa trying not to snicker on the other end of the line. "He turned your hair blue?" Elisa said, "I hate to ask but have you tried dying it back?" She was doing a really bad job at not laughing at me. "Repeatedly," I said, "I actually just left the salon and all I got was black tips." "Interesting," she said, "I've never heard of him doing that. The person he switched is named Frank Thomas, a welder, and he's in St. Paul's Hospital in Vancouver." "Vancouver," I said, "as in Vancouver British Columbia?" "Yes," Elisa said, "the one in Canada. Is that a problem? " "Other than the snow," I said, "and the fact you are asking me to go to Canada in the middle of November? No, no problem at all. Seriously though, I'll try and get up there as quickly as I can. We have to look out for each other." "Thank you," Elisa said, "I'll call you if something changes and please let me know how everything works out." "I will and talk to you later," I said before clicking the phone shut. If I was going to be heading to Vancouver I was going to have to see about getting a passport. That should be no end of fun. I would have to see if Tiffany would want to come along, maybe we could make a long weekend of it. Heading into the restaurant, I grabbed my jacket as the weather was cold and cloudy and it really looked like it wanted to rain. It was the lunch rush so it took a few minutes to get my salad. Grabbing a glass of cherry Pepsi, I spotted the only open table and quickly made my way over. It was against the front window so I could people watch as I ate. I didn't have anything else planned for today so I was in no hurry. Looking out the window, I watched as the drops began slowly and quickly built up to a steady downpour. The air wafting through the front door smelled fresh and clean as I let myself get lost in the sound of the rain. "Hello Sara," the girl said as she slipped into the booth. She looked to be no more than sixteen and was dressed in all black, although her hair appeared to the same shade of blue as mine. I wasn't expecting anyone so her sudden presence caught me off guard. From the blue however, I had a pretty good idea of who it was. "What the fuck do you want you son of a bitch?" I said barely above a whisper. "Relax Sara," she said, "I'm not Gandalf although I can understand your assumption." "And why exactly should I believe you?" I said, "He isn't exactly known for telling the truth and besides, he's already impersonated me and god knows who else." "You're right," she said, "You have absolutely no reason to believe me when I say I'm not Gandalf. I suppose I could make you believe me, but that defeats the purpose of this visit. I'm Morgana, Gandalf's jailer and all around worst nightmare." If it would be possible for my jaw to detach itself and roll around on the floor, this would have been the opportune time for it to happen. As I looked more intently as the young girl across from me, I came to realize that while her face looked young, her eyes looked to be as ancient as the stars themselves. When I looked at Gandalf all I saw was malicious intent and that simply was not the case with Morgana. "So why are you here?" I asked. "Sentence review actually," she said the humor in the situation infecting her voice, "Every ten thousand years or so I have to drop by and see how he's doing. Looks to me like he's up to his old tricks and that's not going to go over well for him." For a brief instant she looked and sounded like every prison warden you have ever seen on television or in the movies. "Can I ask what it is he actually did to get sentenced here?" I asked. I had been wondering what he had done to get put here since the day I learned the truth about him. "Millennia ago he was given the responsibility to oversee the development of an emerging society on the other side of the galaxy," she said her voice coming with the weariness of ancient history, "As a people, we take it upon ourselves to guide and nurture new civilizations as the take their first steps into the stars. We try to help them to become productive members of galactic society." "Sounds noble," I said, "and exactly the opposite of what Gandalf would do." "Yeah, we didn't realize that at the time," she said, "By the time we got around to checking up on him, my little brother had managed to have the entire planet fuck itself to death. Worst of all he didn't even seem to realize he had done something wrong. He lacks the inherent sense of right and wrong that civilized cultures take for granted." "Wait a second, your brother?" I said in complete shock, "Gandalf is your brother?" "Yes," she said, "and also the only reason he's still alive. I was able to convince our elders to banish him. This planet was nothing more than a swirling ball of cosmic dust circling around a sun only a couple of million years old when he was brought here. I see now that he's never going to change and I have to decide what to do about it." "So what does this have to do with me?" I asked, "You obviously could have handled this on your own without any help from me." "I've been watching you," she said, "Watching you struggle to have as normal an existence as possible despite his interference. I'm the one who brought Rob into your life and in doing so changed what Gandalf thought was the future. He doesn't know I am here or that I am influencing things but in truth, I wanted to get your opinion. You're undoubtedly the most successful and well adjusted of anyone he's ever changed and I wanted to know what you think I should do." "You're kidding, right?" I said. "I know this is out of the blue and I don't need an answer right now," she said, "Take a few days and think about it. Maybe you'll have a clearer opinion after your trip to Vancouver. Here, you'll need this." Reaching into her jacket she pulled out an envelope and pushed it across the table. "What's this?" I asked picking it up. Flipping it open I found a passport in my name and a first class airline ticket from Phoenix to Vancouver. There was also a small flip fold credentials holder that was blank when I opened it. "When you show someone the ID, they'll see whatever they need to," she said standing up, "I'll see you when you get back. Drive carefully; it's going to be raining for the rest of the week." Flipping up her hood, I watched as Morgana stepped out into the rain and promptly vanished from sight as a customer entering the restaurant passed by her. With everything that had happened in my life, why should this be any less believable? Taking my time in finishing my salad, I eventually left the restaurant. Driving home was an adventure, as people from Phoenix are about as good at driving in the rain as people from Miami are at driving in the snow. The house was empty when I finally made it home. Tiffany and Rob would both be at work and while he had a drawer in my room, Rob had not moved in. Tiffany and I had resumed sleeping together and the nights Rob did stay over were always a three way affair. I always knew I would have to share him to have Tiffany in my life, I was just glad he was ok with it. Kicking off my boots, I jumped on the computer and was able to locate an excellent hotel for me to stay at during my time in Vancouver. The price would make Tiffany freak if she saw it, but since I really didn't have much to spend my money on I was treating myself. A couple of quick phone calls and I had arranged for both a deluxe room at the Fairmont Waterfront hotel and a rental car. The trip was all set, now I just needed to tell everyone I was going. Even through the rain there was no mistaking the sound of Rob's work truck pulling up in front of the house. The diesel engine was already loud, but I was certain Rob had gone out of his way to increase the volume. Quickly opening up a game, I pretended to not hear him come into the house. Listening as his footsteps drew closer; I was moving the mouse around giving a lot of effort at doing nothing. Flipping my hair all to one side, I gave him unrestricted access to my neck which he quickly took advantage of. The temperature in the house was chilly, but his lips were anything but cold as he gently nibbled on my neck. His arms engulfed me in their embrace as he pulled me to my feet. Dragging the chair out of the way, I gripped his thighs and drew my hands upwards before settling on the large bulge trapped inside his jeans. "Hmm," I said, "Someone wants to play." Turning around in his arms, he cradled my ass and lifted me up as I guided my mouth to his. The kiss was everything I had come to expect from him; teasing, insisting and deft. With my arms around his neck and my legs wrapped about his waist, his hands slipped under my shirt and thin jacket. His hands were cold at first, goose bumps exploding where our skin met, but quickly warmed as they caressed my skin. I had grown addicted to his touch and moaned as his hands caressed my body. Breaking the kiss, he nuzzled my neck as my fingers ran through his thick hair. He had decided to start growing a goatee just after the party and the coarse hairs tickled against my skin. I was skeptical at first, but it gave him a decidedly rugged edge to his appearance that I enjoyed immensely. With me wrapped in his arms, Rob turned and headed to the bedroom. Laying me on the bed, I slid my hands down his chest and worked them under his shirt. He had a blue long sleeve company t-shirt on under an unbuttoned grey flannel work shirt. My attempts to remove his shirts were quickly foiled and I found my hands pinned above my head. Opening my hands in a gesture of surrender, I let Rob have control of the encounter. Unbuttoning my thin wool sweater, Rob lifted the bottom of my shirt and began to kiss softly against my skin. An inch or so at a time he lifted my top as he covered my stomach in nibbles and kisses. Ever so slowly he worked his way higher, pausing to tug and lick at my belly button piercing. My soft moans filled the room as he moved ever upwards. "Oh yes," I said as his hands swept up to cup my breasts. With only the silk bra separating me from his rough hands my moans grew louder as he squeezed my breasts. Raising himself up, my body was fully covered by Rob; he lifted my sweater and top up and off. Tilting my head to the side, he began suckling and placing little bites along my neck. Wrapping my arms around his body, I held on just enough to let him know I was appreciating his efforts and not trying to take over. There was something about when he kissed me that sent butterflies racing through my stomach. Filled with absolute passion and longing, I felt like the most important and desirable woman in the world. I couldn't stop the happy tears as they flowed from my eyes, not that I wanted to. Pulling back he paused for a moment when he saw the wetness in my eyes, but since I made no effort to stop him he resumed nibbling my neck. One shoulder at a time he slid the straps of my bra down but made no effort to remove it. My skin still held a light golden brown color leftover from the summer but I actually doubted Gandalf would ever let it go completely pale. Pulling the straps down, he peeled the cups away before lowering his mouth over my nipple. His gentle suction and flicking tongue sent sparks of pleasure through my body. As Rob moved back and forth between my nipples, my body responded growing wetter and more sensitive. When his leg moved and he pressed it up between my legs, I couldn't help but cry out as I ground my hips against him. Finally reaching behind my back, he unsnapped my bra and pulled it off before pushing my breasts together so he could suck both nipples simultaneously. I wasn't expecting him to do that so the sudden stimulus was more than I was ready for. With both of my nipples in his mouth he closed his teeth over my piercings and pulled back hard, forcing my back to arch. Releasing his head, my hands slammed against the mattress and grabbed handfuls of sheets, the fabric tearing as I balled my fists. I had learned to keep a supply of sheets on hand as I seemed to shred them regularly. After holding me there for an eternity, he opened his mouth with a pop, releasing my piercings and sending me crashing back against the bed. As the blood rushed back to my strained nipples the stimulus almost too much to take and I was moaning like a cheap whore. My breath was coming in labored gasps as I tried getting myself under control. "You evil fucker," I said, "That was mean." "I didn't hear you complaining," he said as he began moving lower. Working down across my stomach, he dragged his tongue over my skin along the top of my jeans. Running his hands up and across my breasts again, he pulled the button of my jeans open with his teeth. I was tempted to laugh but his face was so serious that I didn't dare. Quickly opening the buttons, he pulled my jeans open and ran his tongue over the front of my panties. Reaching down I ran my fingers through his hair as he ever so slowly tugged my jeans down. Just as he did with my shirt, he would tug a couple of inches before covering my skin in kisses. Most frustrating for me was that as my jeans got lower I was forced to keep my legs together and somehow he managed to leave my panties in place. Finally as he brought my jeans over my knees, I was ready to kick them off, but he grasped my legs and held them together as he finally stripped them off. Holding my knees together, he started kissing back up along the tops of my thighs. I was squirming impatiently when he pulled my legs apart and began kissing along the inside of my thighs. Even though I expected it, I let out a frustrated whimper when he skipped from one leg to another. Finally moving back up, I almost exploded the instant I felt his tongue pushing my panties between my lips. Gripping my hips, he was somehow driving his tongue deeper than I had ever felt before. I could feel the thin fabric along my hips digging in as he pushed my underwear into my pussy. "Oh fuck Rob don't stop," I cried out. "I'm not," he said before gripping the fabric and ripping it off. Pushing deep between my lips, I screamed as I felt him start to fuck me with his tongue. It was more than enough to set me off and my hips began to buck as the orgasm overtook my body. My body was already wracked with pleasure when he brought his hand around and began rubbing my clit with his thumb. "FUCK," I screamed as the pleasure peaked to the point of excruciating. I'm fairly certain I blacked out for a few moments as I heard Rob chuckling as I cried out his name. Finally bringing me down off my peak, he pulled me to the edge of the bed. I'm not sure when, but at some point Rob had unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and fished out his cock. It was then that I realized he was living out some unspoken fantasy as he pulled my nude form against his fully dressed self. Pulling me tight against him, Rob rubbed his cock against my clit before pulling back and burying himself with a single stroke. We both moaned as his hot flesh pierced my body, his hands on my thighs keeping him deep inside me as we savored the feeling. My pussy gripped at his shaft as he slowly withdrew before driving back into me. Keeping his strokes long, slow and powerful, I knew that walking was going to be a challenge later on. "Oh fuck," Rob groaned, "you are always so tight." His pace began to pick up and soon he was slamming into me, the denim from his jeans rough against my inner thighs. Rob was always a fantastic lover and there was nothing he was doing that was different from other times we were together, but for some reason everything was just right. As usual once Rob started fucking me I was in an almost constant state of orgasm as my juices flowed around his cock. "Oh yes baby," I moaned, "fuck me. God your cock feels good." Glancing down I noticed my lower abdomen rising and falling with each stroke. I loved the way he felt inside me, the spongy head pushing my walls apart and filling me. Pulling out, Rob rolled me over and pulled my ass into the air. Reaching between my legs, I grasped his cock and guided it so the head rested between my lips. I love being fucked like this so Rob wasted no time before grabbing my hips and pulling back hard as his hips thrust forward. He immediately set a punishing pace that made it difficult to catch my breath or even moan. Keeping my face pressed to the bed, my fists continued to further thrash the sheets. My world had turned into one giant unending sensation of bliss and I could not think of anywhere else I would rather be. Not that I was really all that capable of coherent thought at the moment. "Sara," Rob moaned as he pulled out, "turn over." I had been able to tell he was getting close as he started to lose his rhythm. Fighting back an orgasm is an excruciating experience for a guy; as all of your focus becomes holding back the inevitable. Rolling onto my back, I could see from his face that Rob was literally on the edge. I think he had planned to cum on my stomach, but I had something else in mind. Grasping his shaft I pulled him forward with my legs, sinking his cock back into me. Just as his cock was fully inside me, I felt one of the best things I love about sex. Groaning loudly, Rob's cock began to twitch inside me and I could feel his hot seed splattering the walls of my pussy. With my legs wrapped around his waist the only thing Rob could do was enjoy the feeling of his cock filling spilling load after load inside me. Transformation Ch. 13 I kept him there long after his cock had spilled its last drop, just relishing the feeling of being so full of cock and cum. It wasn't until I felt him slowly beginning to soften that I finally unhooked my legs and let him go. "Fuck that was amazing," I said stretching out on the bed, "You've wanted to do that for a while haven't you?" "Yeah, I have," he said crawling into the bed next to me. I was quickly reminded of the chill in the house and pulled the comforter over me as I cuddled up next to him. "So I guess it's staying blue then," he said as he wrapped me in his arms. "Apparently so," I said suddenly kicking myself for not asking Morgana to fix it, "I need to talk to you about something that happened today." I then proceeded to fill him in on everything that had happened today. His eyes grew wide as I explained about Morgana and the potential impact of what she had asked me. "Do you believe her?" he said, "It wouldn't be unlike him to pretend to be someone else." "I thought that too," I said, "but you can ask Tiffany. Every time we've encountered him there was a level of insanity in his eyes and that was lacking today. There was more sadness than anything else. I have to believe her if just for the chance to be free of him." "And then what?" he said, "Assume you get free and are able to have a normal life. Then what do you do?" "I don't know," I said, "but whatever comes after, this is still where I want to be." I snuggled up as close as I was able, wanting my meaning to be clear. "When does your flight leave?" Rob asked. "Six o'clock tomorrow night," I said, "I'll spend the night and see him in the morning, shouldn't be gone more than a couple of days." "Have you told Tiffany yet?" "Not yet," I said, "I was waiting for her to get home. Are you staying tonight?" "There's no reason for me to be anywhere else," he said before kissing the top of my head. We had a few hours before Tiffany would be home so we napped for a while before cleaning up and ordering food. Tiffany pulled into the drive about a minute after the delivery guy and I watched her dash inside, getting completely drenched in the process. As I paid the delivery guy I watched his eyes grow huge at something behind me. Glancing over my shoulder I saw Tiffany's scrubs in a pile on the floor as well as her socks and underwear. Shaking my head, I gave the guy a ten dollar tip and sent him on his way. A couple of minutes later Tiffany came out to the kitchen dressed pink cotton pants and an oversized black hoodie. It took me a minute to realize that the hoodie had used to be mine. I had made sure to get her favorite food so she would be in the best mood possible. "So what's going on?" she said digging into her plate of shrimp yakisoba. It took a few minutes to rehash everything I had already told Rob and I was surprised at how well she took it. "So why do you have to go alone?" she asked, "Is there a reason why Rob or I couldn't go along?" "Tiff," I said, "I'll only be gone a couple of days and neither of you can afford to take any more time off. Besides, I prefer knowing that the two of you are here together than leaving one of you alone." "I don't like it and I don't trust this Morgana chick," she said, "Seriously could they pick names that don't sound like they were rejected from a Ren faire." She had a point about the names and it allowed us to relax after a good laugh. After dinner we decided to watch a movie which Tiffany insisted on being able to pick, something about Rob and I having almost identical tastes in movies. It was fun to watch Rob squirm at first but by the end of Shakespeare in Love he was enjoying the movie as much as Tiffany and I. By the time we crawled into bed Tiffany was dead on her feet and we decided to just get some rest. Hearing Tiffany's alarm go off, I extracted myself from the bed and after slipping on my robe headed to the kitchen as she jumped in the shower. Since I wasn't working, I had gotten in the habit of getting up with her and getting the coffee going. I could easily drink a cup with her before she left, and still be able to go back to sleep if I wanted to. She seemed to be running a little late so I headed to the bedroom to check on her. Standing in the doorway holding our coffee, I watched as Tiffany was noisily gulped down a load of Rob's cum. While it changed what I had planned for the morning, I wasn't going to begrudge her doing what I had done plenty of times. Climbing off the bed, she walked over and took her cup before stepping against me and pressing her lips to mine. Our mouths were open in an instant and we passed his cum back and forth, each savoring the flavor. We could hear Rob groaning in the background as we both knew how much this turned him on. The rain was still coming down when Tiffany left, and after making sure she was actually prepared this time, I watched her drive away. Slipping out of my robe, I headed towards the bedroom with the intent of reviving Rob's flagging cock. "Yeah Dad," I heard Rob say, "What? Oh fuck. I'll be there as soon as I can." Jumping out of the bed Rob starting getting dressed as quickly as I had ever seen him. "What's up?" I said leaning against the door frame. "Sorry babe," he said, "All this rain is causing havoc at one of the job sites and Dad needs me there. I'll be back in time to take you to the airport." "It's ok," I said, "just remember that you owe me. Besides I need to do some laundry and pack today." Heading into the kitchen, I pulled out some left over steak and wrapped it up for him to take. Catching him as he headed out the door I snagged a kiss and handed him the steak. Standing in the open doorway, I watched as he shook his head once he got in the truck and realized I was still standing there. Laughing at him, I closed the door and got to work on my days tasks. The rain was still coming down steadily as we made our way to the airport that evening. Tiffany had made it home in plenty of time but Rob barely made it. He was covered in mud, but despite the time crunch Tiffany and I insisted he change. It was hard to keep my hands to myself knowing that I wouldn't be seeing them for a few days. Finally dressed again, we jumped in his truck for the drive to the airport. Getting to the checkpoint, I was a little surprised when Tiffany and Rob couldn't come to the gate with me. It was such a change from what I remembered that I felt a little lost as I made my way through. I did manage to make it through unscathed however and I was soon on my way. Despite the circumstances behind the trip I couldn't help feeling a bit excited about this flight. Going to a new city in first class on an airline I'd never been on was all quite thrilling. I just hoped I was better able to handle flying than I used to. Whenever we went on vacations as a kid I always did fine as long as the flight was nice and calm; once you added turbulence with lots of up and down it was game over. I tended to eat lightly before getting on planes. Boarding was smooth and efficient and I was soon nestled in my surprisingly roomy window seat. Even though I was flying at night; I hoped to be able to see the lights of the cities as we went over. The guy who slid into the seat next to me seemed to be traveling for business and as soon as he was settled pulled out what appeared to be some kind of report. He was definitely good looking; seemingly in his mid thirties with short brown hair and eyes, but obviously focused on his work as he barely gave me a second glance. Once we were in the air I realized the clouds were going to prevent me from seeing anything on the ground. Disappointed, I dug into my bag and fished out my old copy of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. It's always been one of my favorites and would help kill the time. I was soon engrossed in my book and time just sped by. A touch on my arm snapped me back into the real world as the flight attendant was picking up the remnants of everyone's drinks. "That must be a really good book," my neighbor said, "you've been wrapped up in it since we took off." "It is," I said, "It's one of my all time favorites." "Are you staying in Vancouver or connecting on?" he asked extending his hand, "I'm Jack by the way." "Sara," I said shaking his hand, "I'll be in town for a couple of days." His handshake was strong and firm but not overpowering. "Are you in town for business?" he asked, "I take this flight regularly and I've never seen you on it before. Trust me I would have noticed." There was no doubt he was good looking and his smile seemed genuine. He filled out his suit in a way that led me to think he took care of himself. "Yeah well the hair is kind of a give a way and no," I said, "I'm visiting family in the hospital. I've never been to Vancouver before and kind of wish it was under different circumstances." Even though there wasn't a direct relationship, anyone who had been changed by Gandalf couldn't be anything less than family. We were all in the same boat together. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said, "I hoping for the chance to buy you a drink." "I think I might have let you," I said. Anything further I was going to say got lost in the announcement to put our seats and tray tables in their upright and locked position as we prepared to land. The flight had been remarkably smooth but as we began our descent into Vancouver I could feel my stomach roiling with every dip. I couldn't help but laugh to myself that Gandalf had changed everything about me, but still let me sensitive to something like this. Once the plane touched down and rolled to the gate it became a flurry of activity as everyone seemed to jump up and move at once. I really wasn't in a hurry so I hung out in my seat for a while. "If I ever run into you again, I'm buying you a drink," Jack said. "I'll hold you to that," I said as he headed down the aisle with his stuff. I waited a few more minutes for the aisle to clear before grabbing jacket and slinging my bag over my shoulder and heading out. Since I was only intending to be in town a couple of days, I hadn't bothered checking any bags so following the signs to the rental car counter, I picked up my car. There was a light snow falling and my breath was easily visible as I walked across the parking lot towards my car. The snow crunched under my boots as I reached the car and tossed my bag inside. I didn't hold any illusions about my ability to drive in the snow, but the roads were surprisingly clear. I made fairly good time to the hotel, but really I was in no rush. It was exciting to be driving through a new city and since it was a fairly straight route to the hotel I was able to enjoy the drive. Pulling into the hotel, I turned my car over to the valet and headed inside to check in. I was impressed at how efficient and nice everyone was. It only took a couple of minutes to get checked in and soon I was heading towards my suite. I knew I didn't really need to have a suite, but since I was splurging I had an amazing view of the waterfront. Even with the falling snow I could see the moon reflecting off water and stood for several minutes just enjoying the scenery. It had been a fairly long day and I wanted to get to the hospital as early as I could. Pulling the blinds wide open, I stripped down and crawled into the center of the king sized bed. As usual, just as I started to get comfortable I remembered that I had forgotten to plug in my phone. Slipping out of the bed, I located my phone and charger and plugged it in, setting it on the bedside table. Crawling back into the bed I decided to give Rob a call, as I had forgotten to when the plane landed. It was close to midnight so I figured I would just leave a voice mail and talk to him in the morning. I was a little surprised when he actually answered the phone. "Hi baby," Rob said answering after two rings, "how was the flight?" "It was good," I said, "I got some reading done." "Always a good way to pass the time," he said, "Anything interesting happen on the plane?" I had to smile as I knew exactly what he meant by interesting. "No," I said, "the guy Jack in the seat next to me said he planned to buy me a drink next time he saw me, but other than that nothing interesting." "Hold on a second," he said, "Tiffany wants me to put it on speaker." I could hear him moving the phone around and finally setting it down before the sound changed and I could tell I was on speaker. "Hi Sara," Tiffany said. "Hi Tiffany," I said. "Sara," Rob said, "if you want to have a drink with Jack I don't mind. Anything you want to do is, oh fuck Tiffany." The last three words came out in a guttural moan that had me instantly wet. It didn't take a genius to know that this was why Tiffany wanted the phone on speaker. I found myself regretting not having packed a toy as my hand drifted down between my legs. Rubbing my fingers against my clit and along my quickly dampening lips, I put my own phone on speaker and set it on the pillow next to me. "Tell me what she's doing Rob," I said my own voice barely more than a moan. Pushing my finger into my pussy, I slowly worked it in and out as I listened to Rob's groaning. "She's using her tongue around the head," he moaned, "and playing with my balls." "Hmm, I know how much you like that," I said. "Are you playing Sara?" Tiffany said, "Are you playing with yourself while I suck Rob's thick cock." I could just hear the sounds of her slurping his cock as he moaned. "Yes," I said, "I'm fucking myself with my finger." I loved hearing Rob's cries of pleasure as Tiffany worked his cock with her mouth and for long minutes I went from manipulating my clit to fingering my pussy with that image in mind. "He's so big and hard Sara," Tiffany said, "my hand barely fits around his cock and his balls are so heavy. God I can't wait to have him inside me." The image of Tiffany's small hand sliding along his shaft flew through my mind as I pushed three fingers deep into my pussy as my other hand was rubbing hard on my clit. "Ride him Tiffany," I groaned as my hips involuntarily lifted off the bed, "ride his cock." "Do you want to hear me fucking him?" Tiffany said the sound of her moving on the bed coming across the speaker, "Do you want to hear me riding this thick cock Sara? I'm rubbing the head of it against my pussy right now." "Yes," I said, "Oh fuck yes Tiffany." "Can you picture me Sara?" she said, "Can you see his hard cock pushing against my pussy? Picture it Sara." "I can," I said as my fingers plunged in and out of my pussy. "Can you feel it?" she said her voice filled with pleasure, "Fuck his cock is so big it's stretching me." As Tiffany described what she was doing I began to feel my own pussy being filled deeper than my fingers could reach. It was as if I was feeling what was happening to her. "Oh god I love your cock Rob," Tiffany moaned. "What are you doing Tiffany?" I said. My pussy was being stretched in ways that only Rob's cock had ever done and the feeling of being filled by him was one I instantly recognized. "I'm just getting ready to ride this cock," she said, "I know you like watching us fuck. Hmmm, here we go nice and slow." A deep guttural moan escaped my lips as I felt whatever was stretching me slowly slip away and then return quickly establishing a rhythm. For some reason I was feeling Rob's cock as Tiffany moved her pussy along his shaft. My first thought was this was Gandalf's doing, but this seemed too nice for him. "Tiffany," I said pulling my fingers out of my pussy, "I can feel you fucking him. I can feel Rob's cock inside me." "You can feel what she's doing?" Rob said. "Yes," I said, "Fuck you feel good baby." "So you can feel this then?" Rob said. I was surprised I didn't slam my head into the headboard with the force of what he did. One of Rob's favorite moves when Tiffany or I am on top is to buck his hips up off the bed and hold us there impaled on his cock for as long as he can. From the sound of Tiffany's scream and my own moan that was exactly what he did. "Oh fuck yes," I screamed as his cock began to pound into me. I knew when he dropped his hips to the bed and Tiffany began to ride him again. Grabbing my piercings I began to pull and twist on them as Rob's ghost cock filled my pussy. I heard a shifting come over the speaker and suddenly felt a weight pressing my hips into the bed and my hands were pulled from my nipples and trapped above my head. "Fuck Sara," Tiffany cried, "he's got me pinned to the bed." "I know, "I said, "I can feel it too." Tiffany and I cried out in unison as Rob began hammer his hips against us, his thick cock splitting us apart. We both were moaning in ecstasy as Rob fucked us both, his balls slapping me with every stroke. It was a surreal experience, knowing that Rob was hundreds of miles away and yet his cock was filling me in this bed. His grip around my wrists and his weight between my legs was familiar and comfortable. If I were to have had my eyes closed from the beginning, there was no way to convince me he wasn't here. It was the insanity of the situation that finally pushed me over the edge. Like a roaring wave my body began to quiver and shake as the image of me stretched out on the bed being fucked by an invisible lover became too much. As my pussy spasmed around him I could feel it pulling and squeezing at his cock and from the moans over the speaker he could feel me too. "Oh fuck Sara," Rob said, "I can feel you cumming all over my cock." "Holy shit you can feel her?" Tiffany cried as the shock sent her spiraling into her own orgasm. Tiffany and I were both still screaming as the waves of our orgasms washed over us when unsurprisingly Rob lost all control. The sensations from two different pussies both orgasming at the same time would likely be too much for any man to bear. "Oh fuck, oh fuck too much I'm cumming," he cried as his cock began to twitch and jump inside us. The fact I could feel his cum as it splashed against my cervix and was soon overflowing my pussy was more than enough to send me over the top again. I could hear them on the other end both taking the same deep breaths that I was, trying to catch my breath. The weight soon disappeared from my hips and wrists and I couldn't help but reach down between my legs. I was stunned when my fingers began running through what could only be Rob's cum. Lifting my fingers I saw they were coated with a familiar white fluid before bringing them to my mouth and sucking them clean, enjoying the delicious flavor I had come early to expect from him. "Fuck that was intense," Tiffany said. "My pussy is dripping with Rob's cum," I said dipping my fingers back into my pussy to pull more cum out, "I can see it and I recognize his taste." "You're kidding right?" Tiffany said. "Hmm, I would never joke about how good he tastes," I said. "I know," she said, "but this whole situation is completely insane." "So what else is new?" I said, "Insane is just par for the course in my life." "True," Rob said as we all laughed about how ridiculous our entire situation was. "Ok guys I need to get some sleep," I said, "I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be a long day. Love you both and see you soon." "Love you too Sara," Rob said, "Goodnight." "Goodnight love," Tiffany said, "Oh and Sara, if that Jack guy does happen to buy you a drink I want you to fuck him." I was a bit surprised when she said that but I knew there was no way I could refuse. When Gandalf had set me up with Tiffany he had granted her a level of control over me that she almost never made use of. If I ever ran across Jack again he was in for a treat. I awoke to one of the most beautiful mornings I had ever seen. The snow had continued on through the night and both the harbor and the mountains in the distance were a pristine white. The contrast with the dark blue of the water was stunning to behold. Growing up in Phoenix I had never seen anything like this and it quite simply took my breath away. I must have stood at the window and just stared for at least half an hour. Transformation Ch. 13 Finally tearing myself away from the window I jumped in the shower and got myself ready for the day. Jeans with black boots and a dark blue blouse covered a matching black silk bra and g-string. Tiffany had bought me a brown leather jacket that reached mid thigh and had fur lined cuffs and hood. Making sure I had everything I needed I headed down to grab breakfast before going to the hospital. I was intending to just grab a bagel and a coffee when I heard someone calling my name from across the cafe. Turning around, I saw Jack standing up at a small table waving me over. He was dressed in a sharp grey business suit that looked to be as expensive as my jeep. Weaving my way through the restaurant I made my way over to his table. "I didn't expect to see you here," Jack said as I slid into the chair across from him. "Well I don't travel often so I decided to treat myself," I said sipping on my coffee, "and the view of the harbor this morning has already made the entire trip worthwhile." "So am I going to get the chance to buy you that drink?" he asked. "That depends," I said, "I'm not sure how long I'm going to be at the hospital for and you certainly look to have a full day ahead of you." "I'll be done by six and I'm sure you'll probably be done by then," he said, "I'll tell you what. I'll meet you at the hotel bar at seven and buy that drink I promised." "Sounds good," I said as I felt my panties growing damp knowing what came after the drinks. Polishing off the last of my bagel I picked up my jacket and coffee. "I'll see you at seven then," I said, "but I really should get going." "Here take this," he said handing me a business card after writing something on the back, "That's my personal cell phone number in case you get finished early." "I'll keep that in mind," I said before heading towards the valet to get my car. It only took a couple of minutes before the valet retrieved my car and I was on my way to St. Paul's Hospital. I had printed out directions before leaving Phoenix, but since the drive was less than ten minutes I didn't have any fear of getting terribly lost. Pulling into the hospital's underground parking garage I pulled the car into a spot and headed for the elevator. I had the ID that Morgana had given me in my pocket but was hoping that I would be able to get in without having to use it. Reaching the main floor of the hospital I headed towards the information desk to try and find Frank. "Hi can I help you?" the woman at the information desk said. A quick glance at her name badge told me her name was Nancy. "Hi Nancy," I said, "I'm looking for a recently admitted patient, a Frank Thomas. He was admitted with what you could call a rather unusual condition." At the mention of an unusual condition I saw Nancy's eyes suddenly narrow and her demeanor turn rather cold. It was pretty obvious I wasn't going to be able to just walk my way in. "I'm afraid that Mr. Thomas is on a restricted floor and is not currently receiving visitors," she said. "Nancy," I said reaching into my pocket for the credentials, "I understand you're just doing your part to protect Frank but trust me it's important that I see him." Flipping the holder open and putting it so Nancy could see it I watched as her eyes widened and they flicked back and forth. "I'm so sorry," she said all but jumping to her feet, "I had no idea. You look so young and well with the hair, I just never expected. With your accent I assumed you were just a nosy American, it's very convincing. Take that elevator right over there to the fourth floor and you'll see the infectious disease ward. He's in there and again I'm sorry for holding you up." "Thank you Nancy," I said resisting the urge to look at exactly what the little credentials holder claimed I was. Stepping into the open elevator I waited until the doors were completely closed before flipping the little holder around. Staring back at me was a picture of myself in a suit and incredibly realistic looking credentials for the Canadian Security Intelligence Service. The only thing I seemed to be missing was a badge and a gun. Stepping out onto my floor, I followed the signs and entered the infectious disease ward. I'm not sure what I was expecting but the ward appeared to be completely empty except a couple of nurses standing around the central nurse's station. As I moved through the ward one of them came out from behind her station and quickly walked towards me. "I'm sorry miss but this whole ward is off limits," she said her tone making it clear she expected to be obeyed. Pulling my credentials out I flipped them open for her to look at. "Which room is Mr. Thomas in?" I asked. She appeared to be shocked speechless since the only response I got was a finger pointing towards an open room. "Thank you," I said before stepping around her and moving down the hall. Entering the room I was impressed at how cheerful and non depressing they had tried to make it. The large hospital bed still dominated the room, but it was obvious they had tried to give as relaxing as an environment as they could. The double beep of the heart monitor seemed to be the only noise as I made my way towards the bed. "Who are you?" a woman's voice said from the corner of the room. "My name is Sara Riley," I said, "and I was asked to talk to Frank about what has happened to him." "Who asked you to talk to him? What are you, some kind of American reporter that snuck your way in?" she said immediately getting in my face, "Here to do a story about my husband and make money off his condition? Get the hell out before I call security." "No ma'am," I said, "I am an American, but the reason I'm here is because what happened to Frank happened to me." A look of shock came upon her face every as what I said registered. "Melissa what did she just say?" a young girl's voice said from the bed. Turning to look at her for the first time I couldn't help but feel my anger spiking. Gandalf had taken a mid forties welder, judging from his wife, and turned him into a girl who appeared to be no more than fifteen. Long blonde hair fell past her shoulders and she would have been very pretty if not for the angry scowl on her face. Tubes of every sort went from her arms to a battery of machines and an oxygen tube ran under her nose. "I said what happened to you happened to me," I said. "How is this even possible?" Melissa said, "The doctors can't find a single thing that would have caused something like this to happen." A soft metallic clicking began to emanate from the direction of the bed and when I glanced over I saw that Frank had an old Zippo lighter in his hand and he was opening and closing it over and over. "A lot of what I'm going to tell you you're going to have to take on faith," I said, "I was able to accept what happened to me fairly easily, but that's just in my nature. You may find some of this difficult to swallow." "Don't sugarcoat the bullshit honey," Frank said, "I'm really not in the mood for it." Closing the door I spent the next few hours relaying the facts about his situation. Melissa's face paled and looked at her husband as I explained about being Gandalf's personal porn stars. The entire time Frank's expression never changed and the clicking of the lighter never ceased. When I finished the room was dead silent except for the beeps of the heart monitor and the clicking of the lighter. "I don't get any say in this whatsoever, do I?" Frank asked after several minutes of silence. "Unfortunately no," I said. "What about our children?" Melissa said a look of despair on her face, "What am I supposed to tell them now that their father looks like his son's girlfriend?" There had been no mention of children to this point and I found myself even angrier than before. "You tell them I died," Frank said, "You let them think I died from some horrible disease. It's better than them knowing the truth that their father has been turned into some sex crazed freak." "I think it's time that you left now," Melissa said, "We thank you for the truth but we need to decide as a couple how to best deal with this." "I'm sorry this has happened," I said picking up my jacket, "and I wish I had better news for you. I can leave you my number if you'd like." "No thank you," Melissa said, "I think you've done quite enough." Nodding my head I made my way out of the room and headed towards the elevators. I couldn't remember the last time I felt so emotionally drained. Even though I knew they didn't, part of me felt as if they were blaming me for Gandalf's choice to turn Frank. I know it's easiest to blame the messenger and I was the messenger. Climbing into the car I started the engine and let it warm up for a bit before pulling out of the garage. As I began the short drive back to the hotel I started to think the weather was far worse than I thought when I realized tears were filling my eyes. Pulling over to the side of the road I found myself wracked with sobs as I thought about Frank. When Gandalf changed me he also reprogrammed my mind to be more accepting of the situation, Frank appears to have gotten no such adjustment. I sat there on the side of the road until the tears finally dried and I was in more control of myself. Digging out my cell phone, I placed a call to Elisa. "Hey Sara," Elisa answered, "I was hoping to hear from you today. How did everything go with Frank?" "Badly," I said, "Did you know he was married with kids?" "Oh fuck, really?" she said, "That son of a bitch loves his games." "Elisa it's worse than that," I said starting to get upset again, "At least with me he adjusted my mindset to be accepting of what happened. Frank didn't get that option. He's just an angry confused guy trapped in a fifteen year olds body. The whole time his expression never changed and he just kept clicking his lighter open and closed. I felt like they were blaming me for it happening." "Sara this is not your fault," she said, "You didn't pick Frank and you certainly didn't change him. This is just another of Gandalf's games, destroying lives so he can watch them try and pick up the pieces." "I know," I said, "It just makes me so mad I want to strangle him." "Believe me I've been there," Elisa said, "This isn't the first time he hasn't bothered to adjust the mind. I'll be honest these never end well when he does this." "So what do I do?" I asked. "There isn't anything you can do," she said, "I'll be in Vancouver two days from now and we'll monitor how things are going. You just get back to Rob and Tiffany. When is your flight back?" "My plane leaves at one tomorrow afternoon." "Ok well until then just relax, maybe do some shopping," she said, "Don't worry about Frank. You did the best you could and that's all anyone can ask." "Ok," I said, "please let me know how things work out." "I will," she said, "I'll talk to you later. I got to run." "Ok bye," I said but the connection was already broken. Sitting in my car I took a couple of minutes to pull myself together and realize she was right, I had done what I could to ease his transition. Nothing I could say was going to alter the situation and unfortunately they would have to learn to deal with it. Gandalf had just destroyed another life simply because he wanted to. Glancing at the clock in the car I realized I still had a couple of hours before I was supposed to meet Jack. I hadn't bothered packing anything other than jeans so I decided to hit one of the stores I saw on my way from the airport to the hotel. It only took a few minutes to find the store I was thinking of and twenty minutes later I walked out with a strapless black dress and heels. I wasn't planning on wearing anything under the dress except maybe my g-string and I wasn't even sure about that. Getting back to the hotel, I slid into the large oversized whirlpool tub and took a nice long bath and felt the hot water draining the stress away from my body. Stepping out I took a moment to rub my hair with the large fluffy towel before blow drying it and let myself begin to air dry. I had time to kill and wasn't in any particular hurry. Once I was finally dry I gave myself a good rub down with my coconut vanilla lotion. Running my fingers over my skin I was incredibly grateful for never having to shave. Having decided not to forgo the g-string I slipped it on before stepping into my dress and pulling it up. There was no way to avoid displaying an impressive amount of cleavage since the dress was only slightly longer than mid thigh and if I were to pull it down I would spill out. Taking a few minutes to do my makeup I was amazed at how far I had come from the first few days after waking up. Stepping into the shoes, I did the obligatory turn in front of the mirror before grabbing my stuff and heading down to the bar. Stepping out of the elevator I suppressed a laugh when one of the bell hops suddenly tripped over his cart and sprawled out on the floor. I could feel the eyes of every guy and more than a few of the women in the lobby on me as I walked towards the hotel bar. The bar was actually inside one of the restaurants and I saw Jack sitting in one of the booths. The hostess made a half hearted attempt to stop me as I blew right past her and headed to his table. "So does dinner come with that drink?" I asked stepping up to the table. The look on Jack's face when he looked up at me made everything worthwhile as I smiled down at him. "Oh wow Sara you look amazing," Jack said getting to his feet. There wasn't a chair for him to pull out so he stood until I slid into the booth across from him. "Thank you," I said. "Are you hungry?" Jack asked, "I was thinking of grabbing dinner first if that's ok." "Starving actually," I said, "I haven't had anything since this morning." "How did everything go at the hospital?" he asked picking up his menu. "I've had better days," I said. Everything on the menu looked absolutely delicious and I had no idea what I wanted to get. "I know it's none of my business," he said, "but I'm willing to listen if you want to talk about it." "No it ok," I said, "I've already had one pep talk about it today and I'd really rather not discuss it anymore. So do you live in Phoenix? You mentioned taking that flight all the time." "Actually no," Jack said, "My business has me traveling constantly and as of late I seem to be going between Phoenix and Vancouver more and more. I actually live in Seattle but I haven't been there in what seems like weeks." "That must be rough." "It can be at times," he said, "but the upside is you never know what kind of interesting people you're going to meet." The waitress chose this moment to come over and take our food and drink orders. There were far too many delicious choices, but I ended up getting a steak and shrimp meal with red potatoes and steamed zucchini. Jack ordered a bottle of red wine to go with the meal and since I literally know nothing about wines I deferred to his judgment. "So what do you do?" Jack asked. I had been expecting this question and figured honesty was the best approach. "Not much of anything at the moment," I said, "I've been considering going back to school but I'm not sure. Money really isn't an issue for me so I'm not in a hurry to decide." "I remember those days," Jack said, "just taking life as it comes and enjoying the ride." "Pretty much," I said, "There have been some up and downs so far but for the most part the ride has been an interesting one." Taking a sip from my glass of wine, I found it to be quite tasty. "I hope you didn't mind me ordering the wine," he said, "I've stayed here several times and this is one of their better selections." "No not at all," I said, "I really don't know wines and this one is excellent." "I'm glad you like it," Jack said. After a few more minutes of small talk, dinner arrived and we began the excellent meal. The steak was more than delicious and we polished off the bottle of wine and part of a second. "So when are you heading back to Phoenix?" Jack asked. "My plane doesn't leave until one tomorrow," I said. I could feel myself starting to grow wet as I knew where this conversation was leading. "Do you have any plans for after dinner?" Jack asked. "I was thinking about getting a good long soak in my bathtub actually," I said not wanting to blurt out what was really going through my mind. "My room has a jacuzzi out on the patio if you don't mind the snow." "Really?" I said, "I must have missed that option when I reserved my room." "As I said I stay here quite a bit," Jack said, "and they occasionally give me an upgrade." "Well in that case how can I say no," I said sliding out of the booth, "Why don't you order us some dessert while I use the ladies room really quick." "I can do that," Jack said, "any preferences?" "Surprise me," I said walking towards the restroom. Stepping through the door I immediately headed for the nearest empty stall. Once the door was closed I quickly did my business and stepped out to wash my hands. "If you're looking for a relationship then you're barking up the wrong tree," the hostess said leaning against the counter. "Excuse me?" I said. "Jack," she said, "Every time he stays here he's got a different girl with him and they're all convinced that their the one who's going to get him to settle down. You're no different than any of them." "Listen Amber," I said reading her name tag, "I appreciate you trying to look out for me, I really do. But I can promise you I'm different from any girl you've ever met and the only thing I'm interested in from Jack is his cock. I'm going to spend the night fucking him and then fly home tomorrow." Drying my hands I stepped up to Amber and slid my arms around her, caressing her ass. "Unless of course you have a better offer," I whispered into her ear before taking a slight nibble, "No, more's the pity." I stepped away from Amber and could see that she was completely flustered by my sudden advance. Giving her a smile, I left the restroom and headed back to the table. Approaching the table I saw there was a waiter waiting with two dishes that had cherries over ice cream. It seemed an incredibly simple dessert but as I settled into my seat the waiter lit them both on fire. I had never had a dessert that was lit on fire before being eaten so I waited patiently until the flames extinguished themselves before taking a bite. We both quickly polished off our desserts and Jack directed that the bill be charged to his room. Retrieving our belonging, we made our way out of the restaurant and towards the elevators. The ride up to his floor was strangely subdued as I half expected him to be pawing at my dress the instant the doors closed. Reaching his floor, we made our way down a short hallway and went inside. I couldn't help but be impressed as the suite was nearly the size of Tiffany's house. Jack played with the light controls, dimming most of them, and the jacuzzi came in to view. It looked as if the snow had stopped, but the steam coming off the water spoke of the temperature difference. Crossing the room towards the outer doors I noticed a king sized bed in a room off to the side. Pulling my hair to the side, I reached behind my back and lowered the zipper on the dress before letting it fall to the ground. Bending at my waist, I slowly slid my g-string off making sure to give Jack a show. "That's beautiful, did it hurt much?" Jack asked out of the blue. I was half expecting some incredibly cheesy line that would completely blow the mood but decided to play along. "Did what hurt?" I asked my high heels clicking on the tile floor as I headed towards the outer doors. "The ink on your back," he said, "it's incredibly detailed." Transformation Ch. 14 This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission Another chapter in the complicated life of Sara. Feel free to let me know what you think with your votes and your comments. It's your positive feedback that keeps the authors here on Lit motivated to write. Please be aware that this chapter contains a scene of violence and non-consensual sex. ***** Walking down the jet way I found myself relieved that Tiffany and Rob were not there to greet me, only remembering after no one got greeted, that it was no longer allowed. Ducking into the first ladies room I saw, I had to take a minute to get cleaned up as my tears had refused to stop falling until just a few minutes ago. My eyes were red and puffy, making it obvious to everyone that I had been crying. The problem is I'm not sure exactly why I was crying. Was I crying over Frank and his decision to end his life rather than wind up as one of Gandalf's porn stars or was it something else? I know I was mean to Jack, but I could have been far more vicious and cruel. I didn't lie to him when I said I would never forget him or our night together. He rocked my world and I know I did the same for him but it was only the one night. Why in the hell would I be so upset about that? Running my hands under the cold water, I brought the water up under my eyes and patted where it had gotten puffy. After a couple of minutes the swelling seemed to go down, but my eyes were still red. I thought I was just going to have to deal with it when a small bottle of visine appeared on the counter next to me. Standing up I turned to see a young girl in her mid twenties standing beside me. "Go ahead," she said, "it'll prevent whoever is picking you up from seeing you've been crying." "Thank you, you're a lifesaver," I said picking up the bottle and squeezing a couple of drops in each eye. "You're not the first woman to stand in a bathroom and cry over a guy," she said looking in the mirror and fixing her hair, "What's his name?" "Jack," I said in reflex handing her back the bottle," but it's a lot more complicated than that." Why the fuck would I say Jack just like he was the only thing on my mind? "Sweetie," she said finishing up and putting the bottle away, "It's only as complicated as we let it be. Take care of yourself." Watching her leave, I stood in the restroom a couple of minutes longer until you could no longer tell I'd been crying. Picking up my bag I headed away from the gates and followed the signs towards baggage claim. Looking out the window I was surprised to see that it was still raining. Walking past the checkpoint on my way out I was more than a little surprised that no one was there. Grabbing my phone I called Tiffany first, but only got her voicemail. Giving Rob a try I was happy when he picked up and smiled at the sound of his voice. "Hey baby," Rob said, "Hold on a second. Ok that's better. I needed to get in the truck, all this rain is causing havoc on the job sites. Are you at home already?" "I'm at the airport still, "I said, "I thought you guys were picking me up." "Sorry babe," Rob said, "Tiffany got called into work last night and hasn't been home yet and I'm stuck here for at least a few more hours. Can you get yourself home?" "Yeah," I said disappointed that I wouldn't get to see him, "I'll take a cab and see you later." "Alright, I have to go," Rob said, "Love you." "Love you too," I said before clicking the phone shut, "Well fuck." Following the signs I headed down the escalator to baggage claim and located the taxi stand. There wasn't much of a line so I soon found myself in the back of a cab headed home in the rain. Despite the drivers attempts otherwise, I wasn't much in the mood for conversation and spent the ride staring out the window until we reached the house. My jeep was the only vehicle in the driveway so I knew Tiffany wasn't home yet. Digging out some bills I paid the driver and ran inside. Hanging my jacket up on its hook I carried my bag to the room and dropping it on the floor made my way into the bathroom. It dawned on me then that I hadn't had the chance to take a shower before I fled the hotel and probably still smelled like sex. Turning on the water I made sure it was nice and hot before tossing in some new salts Tiffany had picked up. Stripping out of my clothes I tossed them into the hamper before slipping into the tub. The hot water was just what I needed and soon felt all of my stress and worries slipping away as I enjoyed the soak. Closing my eyes, I laid my head against the back of the tub and soon found myself drifting off to sleep. A loud clap of thunder shook me from my nap as the lights in the house flickered repeatedly before thankfully staying on. Climbing from the tub I grabbed a towel and quickly dried myself off. Throwing on jeans and a sweatshirt I made my way around the house setting up candles and grabbing flashlights. I grabbed the portable radio out of the garage and had just loaded fresh batteries when I heard another clap of thunder not too far away. Flickering for just a moment the lights suddenly died, plunging the entire house into darkness. Deciding to get something a little more than a flashlight, I pulled my pistol out of the closet and clipped it to my jeans before lighting the candles in the living room. "Son of a bitch," I said pissed that the power outage had taken out cell service as well. Grabbing my jacket, I stepped outside wanting to see just how bad the outage was. Rain continued to pour down and other than the occasional streak of lightning, the only lights I saw were candles flickering in a few windows. A brave soul in a small crappy brown pickup with a Domino's pizza sign went by, trying to read house numbers in the darkness. Heading back inside, I turned on the radio before curling up on the couch under a blanket to read. A broadcast from the National Weather Service spent a few minutes talking about the unprecedented storm battering the southwestern part of the United States as it seemed to be completely ignoring all natural weather patterns and remaining in place. With no idea as to when or if this weather system would finally dissipate, the forecasters seemed at a loss as to what to tell people. Fortunately local news followed and it seemed that large swathes of Tempe and Mesa were without power due to a powerful lightning strike at a substation. They also said that some land lines were down, but there was no mention of cell service. This night was just getting better and better. It seemed like hours had passed and I felt myself starting to grow hungry. Grabbing a flashlight, I got up and headed into the kitchen, freezing as my eyes fell upon the sliding glass door standing a few inches open. Lifting up the bottom of my sweatshirt, I began to pull my pistol out of its holster when a large hand seized my neck and drove me forward, pinning me to the dining room table. I was able to finish drawing the gun and squeeze the trigger once, the roar of the gunshot nearly drowning out the grunt and wet slap of the bullet hitting flesh. The flashlight had tumbled out of my hand and was quickly spinning where it had hit the floor. "You fucking cunt," a voice screamed that sent chills through me, "you're going to pay for that." I was fighting to get the gun in position for another shot when his hand closed around my wrist and slammed my arm against the table. I desperately tried to keep my grip but his grip was cutting off my circulation and soon the gun tumbled free. Even as strong as I get when I'm pissed, I found that I might as well have been trying to move steel with a pool noodle. Releasing my neck and grabbing my free arm, he wrenched them both behind my back, causing me to scream as my shoulders threatened to dislocate. "Don't worry Sara," the voice said pressing his hard cock against my ass, "I'm not here tonight to kill you." I continued to struggle against him but even when he wrapped just one hand around both my wrists he was still too strong for me. "Oh no," he said laughing as his hand gripped the back of my jeans, "I'm not quite done piling bodies in our little alleyway." I heard and felt the fabric of my jeans tearing as he ripped them apart and pulled them down over my ass. The more I struggled against his grip the more he laughed at me. Flipping my head around, I wanted to see if the face matched the voice and I found I was staring at myself from before the change. I was in shock at the sight of my own face, twisted with a cruel sneer until a hard punishing smack on my ass pulled a scream from my throat. Rubbing his cock against the entrance to my pussy he suddenly thrust hard against me. Despite being completely dry, he made several thrusts, forcing his cock into me and began to pound into me as I screamed. The pain was intense but I refused to cry as I felt myself going numb. My brain was failing miserably to cope with the reality of what was happening to me, I was being raped by myself. I could still feel him inside me, his hand on my wrists, and his hips slapping against mine, but there was no connection. With my brain out of the picture, my body began to react to what was happening. I have never despised Gandalf for what he did to me more than in that moment; pinned to the table, his cock slamming into me, and a moan escaping my lips as my pussy grew wet. Gandalf's tweaks to my psyche and my body made me respond when I should have been fighting. Releasing my wrists and grabbing the neck of my sweatshirt, I heard the fabric tear and the cool air on my back as he ripped it off of me. "Damm whore," he said his fingers grabbing my hips so hard I knew I was going to bruise, "what appropriate ink for a slut like you but don't worry, only a few more then it's your turn." "Fuck you Heather," I said finally getting my voice as I turned to try and fight him off. "It's Rick now," he said grabbing my neck and driving my body down onto the table, "but it doesn't matter, you don't know the significance of that and you're not going to stop me from taking my revenge." Grabbing my hair he pulled me almost upright before slamming my head repeatedly into the hardwood. I knew that my lip had split open and I was having trouble seeing out of my left eye as it swelled shut. "Time to pay for shooting me bitch," he said taking his cock and shoving it hard into my ass. It was a pain like I hadn't possibly imagined as I felt myself tearing around him. Clawing for anything to try and get away from the pain, my nails dug deep furrows into the hard wood of the table as they cracked and bled. Yanking me up by my hair he reached around and grabbed my breasts, squeezing and pulling so hard it felt as if he was trying to rip them off, but eventually his hands returned to my waist. His grip on my hips and relentless pounding were so strong there was no question as to if I would bruise, just how badly. Eventually he roared as he buried himself inside me, his cock pumping a massive load of cum into my ass. "Your ass is just as sweet as your pussy," he said as I lay against the table, his cock the only thing holding me up, "I may have to revise the things I have planned for you, but I'm looking forward to fucking you as I strangle the life out of you. I can just picture all the beautiful colors you'll turn as you fight for air. The next time we meet will be the last day you draw breath." The air was cold on my skin as he stepped away and I collapsed to the floor. "I'm going to fucking kill you," I screamed as he walked out the back door, sucking the last of what little energy I had. Seeing him vanish into the storm was all it took for my tenuous control to shatter and the tears began to flow. Lying on my side, my clothing shredded, and with his cum leaking from my ass, it was all I could to just lay there as the sobs came. I had fallen a few inches from the flashlight and I pulled it to myself, clinging to it for dear life as I prayed for the pain to stop. I felt betrayed by my own body and the people who were supposed to be there for me. I was still lying on the floor when I heard the rumble of Rob's truck pulling up to the house. "Sara," Rob said as he came through the door, "where are you? OH MY GOD, Sara what happened?" Getting down on the ground, Rob pulled my body against his and wrapped me in his arms. "Who did this?" he asked, "Tell me who did this to you." "Where were you?" I said through deep gasping sobs, "I needed you and you weren't here. Heather came in, slammed me on the table, raped me and there was no one here. She looked like me Rob; I was raped by Heather wearing my face." My sobs became uncontrollable after that, tears pouring down my face. "I've got you babe," Rob said picking me up. Carrying me into the bedroom, Rob laid me down on the bed and pulled my jeans off before covering me with a blanket. "I'm going to call Tom and get them over here," Rob said, "then I'll see if Tiffany can come home." "How?" I asked puzzled as to why his phone worked, "My phone service died when the power went out. I wanted to call you when the lights went out but I couldn't." "Land lines are down, but the cell towers were unaffected," he said before flipping open his phone and dialing. "Hey Tom it's Rob," he said, "we need you here as soon as possible. Heather was here; and Tom, Sara was raped and it's bad. Yeah, I think so." Tom must have been talking on the other end because Rob paused before saying, "Yeah I know, we all did. Alright, we'll see you shortly." "Tom and Kim will be here in a few minutes," Rob said sitting on the edge of the bed, "Let me call Tiffany now." "Thanks," I said a hollow feeling slowly spreading over my body. I had never felt like I wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear, but that was the only thing I could picture doing at the moment. "Tiffany," Rob said, "you need to get home as soon as possible. Heather was here and it's bad. Oh good. See you in a few." Closing the phone, Rob reached out to caress my cheek but stopped when I flinched away. "She was already on her way," he said, "and should be here in a few minutes." "Ok," I said slowly curling myself into a ball. It seemed as if my entire world had shrunk to the pain from between my legs and I could not get myself into a tight enough of a ball to make it go away. "Here," Rob said getting up and retrieving my stuffed mouse from my dresser. Taking the mouse, I curled up around it as the tears began to flow from my eyes again. "Rob, Sara," Tiffany said, "where are you?" "I'll be right back," Rob said as he headed towards the door, "One second Tiffany, I need to talk to you first." It was then that I heard the wail of multiple sirens growing louder and soon the flashing of red and blue was visible as the lights shone around the edges of windows. "Jesus Sara," Tiffany said rushing into the room, "are you ok?" The concern and anger on her face was easy to read. "Hi Tiff," I said weakly. Even those two small words seemed to drain what little energy I still had and I found myself just wanting to go to sleep. "Sara," Tiffany said, "Kim is here and they need to talk to you. Do you think you can sit up?" Could I sit up? Probably. Was I going to? Not a chance in hell. Shaking my head slightly, I made it clear I had no intention of going anywhere. Shaking her head at me, Tiffany stood up and Kim dropped down in front of me. "Sara," Kim said smiling at me, "The paramedics are here and there are a couple of detectives here who want to speak with you, they're in overall charge of the case. Do you think you could talk to them about what happened?" Unconsciously my eyes flicked over to Tiffany, who I saw mouth the word "please." Slowly nodding my head, Kim reached over to help me as I began to sit up. Pulling the covers up, I realized that I was still naked under the blanket. The paramedics came into the room carrying their trauma bags and I was happy to see that one of them was a woman. "Can we clear the room please?" the male paramedic said in a tone that made it less a question and more a command. The couple of police officers that had entered the room quickly left. "Sara," the female paramedic said her voice calm and even, "I'm Karen and that's my partner Rick." I couldn't help but flinch away at hearing the name Heather had begun to use. "It's ok," she said, "we just want to check and see how bad you're hurt." "Not him," I said pointing to Rick, "just you." "Ok just me," Karen said, "It's it ok if I bring in a female officer?" "Kim," I said, "Officer Jones." "I'll get her," Rick said stepping out. A couple of moments later Kim stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. "Thank you," I said. "I need to pull this down" Karen asked, "Is that ok?" Nodding she pulled down the blanket I had been holding up at my neck. I couldn't miss the sharp intake of breath from Kim. After determining there was nothing life threatening going on, she began a thorough examination, pausing to take notes and to treat individual areas. An ice pack for my swollen and bruised eye, my fingers wrapped in gauze to protect my fingertips, and a wrap around my torso for a possible broken rib. My body was covered in bruises that I knew only time was going to be able to heal. "Tell your partner I'm sorry," I said pulling the blanket back up to my neck. "It's ok," she said, "he understands. Do you think you can talk to the police now?" "Yeah I think so," I said. "You should definitely go to the hospital and get a more thorough exam," she said, "At the very least get your ribs X-rayed." "She will," Kim said, "if I have to drive her myself. She'll have to be there anyways for the rape kit." "Let's get you dressed first," Karen said, "Do you know what you want to wear?" "Just my jeans and a sweatshirt," I said pointing towards my dresser. Tiffany and I may stay together at night but I kept my clothes in here since Tiffany had so much stuff. "Here you go," Kim said handing me my favorite sweatshirt and probably the most modest pair of underwear I own. Pulling them under the blanket, I slipped them on as Karen set a pair of dark jeans in front of me. "Thank you," I said repeating the motion with the jeans. It felt very strange to me to be so modest after her examination, but I had no desire for anyone to see me naked. Crawling out from under the covers, I grabbed my warm socks and pulled my brown cowboy boots on. I gave Karen a small nod and she opened the door. "How is she?" a woman's voice said from the hallway. Stepping into my room, the detective was short, I was easily a few inches taller, with rich milk chocolate skin and her dark hair pulled into a ponytail. She dressed for the weather, with Tempe Police Department emblazoned on her jacket but, even under the shapeless garment there was no hiding her curves. "Nothing life threatening but she should still go to the hospital," Karen said before hoisting her bag onto her shoulder and heading out. "I'm Detective Evens and my partner is Detective Fredericks who will join us shortly," the woman said, "Is there somewhere we can talk, Miss Riley?" "Can we talk in here?" I asked sitting back on my bed, "I'd really rather not go out to the kitchen and please, call me Sara." "Ok Sara," she said sitting on the end of the bed, "You can call me Lauren and we can talk in here if it makes you comfortable. Officer Jones, can you call everyone in?" "Yes Detective," Kim said opening the door and stepping out of the room. "Sara," Lauren said as soon as Kim left the room, "I just wanted you to know that you're not alone in what you're going through. There are more of us out there than you realize and Gandalf has always been a son of a bitch." My eyes all but bulged out of my head but I had it under control by the time people started filling in. Transformation Ch. 14 The ordeal for the next few hours is not something I would wish on anyone. I had lost track of the number of times I had to relive what happened me, as I repeated the story over and over. In excruciating detail I was forced to describe what had happened and who I had been intimate within the last week. Eventually we drove to the hospital so a rape kit examination could be completed and the entire process began again. The X-rays showed that while my rib wasn't broken, it had definitely been fractured. Just something else to look forward to as my body healed. I tried; I honestly tried desperately to hold it together and failed miserably. The majority of the night was spent in tears as with each retelling I felt the same as when he stepped out of the house. Growing up I'd always been like every other guy, refusing to cry because in my mind it showed weakness and here I was, when I needed to be my strongest, balling like an infant. It didn't help that Detective Fredericks couldn't hold back his excitement at finally getting hard physical evidence of who the killer was. I'm not even sure what time it was when we finally headed home. My body and brain felt as if they had been put in a blender and reduced to a fine puree. I desperately wanted to do nothing more than sleep and was instantly asleep in the front of Rob's truck. I can only assume that Rob carried me into the house and that they both helped change my clothes. I didn't typically wear anything to bed, but when I awoke I was dressed in my favorite flannel pajamas but it was the presence of an IV tube running from my arm that was the most disturbing. Tracing the tube with my eyes, I saw that I was connected to a saline drip next to my bed. Startled by how badly I needed to pee, I disconnected the tube from my arm and rushed towards the bathroom. I was in the bathroom for longer than I expected but I took care of everything before brushing my teeth and rinsing off my face. The floor seemed unusually cold so I dug under the bed for my slippers and pulled them on. Finally outfitted in Pinky and the Brain pajamas and pink bunny slippers I headed out to the kitchen as my stomach let out a loud rumble. Opening my door, I saw that Tiffany's door was wide open and her bed empty as sunlight streamed in around the edges of her blinds. It was nice to see that the rain had finally stopped and the sun had returned. Stepping into the main area of the house I was brought to sudden stop by two things. Sitting on the kitchen table was three large bouquets of roses and a large white teddy bear. I wanted to look at the cards I saw sticking out, but I was drawn to the patio door and the white snow covering the back yard. Another loud rumble from my stomach managed to pull me away from the window and over to the fridge. Opening the refrigerator my jaw dropped as I saw the remnants of a turkey dominating the top shelf. Thanksgiving had been almost a week away and yet there was the half eaten turkey staring me in the face. My hunger temporarily forgotten, I ran back to the bedroom and grabbed my phone to check the date. It was the 30th of November and I had somehow been asleep for more than a week, which certainly explained the need for the bathroom and the insistent rumble in my stomach. Returning to the kitchen, I made myself a large turkey sandwich with dressing and cranberry sauce. I figured since they had celebrated Thanksgiving without me this was as close as I would get. With a couple of large bites of sandwich finally calming my stomach, I walked over to the table so I could see who was sending Tiffany flowers. Plucking the card from where it was tucked under the bear's arm, I pulled it out of the envelope and flipped it open. As my eyes scanned the card and processed what it said, my grip loosened and it fell to the ground. ...Sara, You're too special for me to let you walk away like that. Jack "Oh fucking hell," I said aloud realizing the number written at the bottom was probably his personal cell phone. Picking up the card I had to reread it several times before my brain actually accepted what I was reading. Reading the other cards, they were all variations of the same theme. Truthfully I wasn't sure what to think about this now, knowing that Morgana had put Rob intentionally in my life. Were my feelings for Rob just a scripted piece of fiction? Was anything in my life actually real, and not just some piece being pushed around a game board? Taking a look outside I saw that Tiffany's car was still in its usual spot next to my jeep but the spot where Rob would usually park had tire tracks that way too small for Rob's truck to make. I was headed to grab my phone when I remembered that we had all made plans to go up to Flagstaff after Thanksgiving, but apparently me being unconscious wasn't enough to change the plans. Part of me wanted to try and understand why they would just leave me lying in bed with a needle in my arm and then leave town, but I just couldn't wrap my head around it. Deciding to grab a shower, I stepped into the bathroom and started to pull off my pajama top when it snagged on the needle still stuck in my arm. "Motherfucker," I screamed as the needle pushed into my arm. Reaching up my sleeve, I grabbed the needle and ripped it and all the tape off of my arm before tossing my pajama top to the side. Reaching in to turn on the shower, I watched as the blood dripped down my arm and briefly turned the water before running down the drain. Getting out of my remaining clothes one handed, I stepped into the shower and took probably the quickest shower in recent memory. The hot water felt wonderful, but I was in anything but a good mood and as soon as my hair and body were washed I was out and drying off. Looking in the mirror I saw that all of the bruising that had covered my body was gone and my cracked and broken fingernails were perfect as usual. This certainly helped explain my long nap. Unsurprisingly my arm had already healed by the time I got out of the shower. Getting dressed I had the overwhelming urge to go do something, I just didn't know what that something was. With the snow I actually had to put some thought into how I was going to dress, so I opted for jeans, boots, a black tank top with a red flannel shirt over it. As I looked in the mirror I realized all I was missing was a hat and a belt and I would fit right in at a country bar. Smiling at myself, I suddenly realized what it was I was going to do. It took me a minute to find my keys and wallet which had never made it out of my jacket pocket the day I got home. Grabbing my jacket off the hook, I found myself staring at the kitchen table for several minutes before I finally realized that it was a different table altogether. They had replaced the one I had damaged. It was clear and cold outside, the snow crunching loudly as I made my way over to the jeep. She was a little stubborn when it came to starting, but soon the V6 came to life and I was pulling out into the street. It had been late in the day when I awoke and the sun had already headed for the other side of the world. I knew what I wanted to do, but wasn't sure where to go so I stopped in a Boot Barn to pick up a belt and get a recommendation for a good country bar. I figured it would be the last place anyone would think to look for me. After buying a belt and talking to the girl working the floor, I knew exactly where I was headed. Despite everything that had happened, or maybe because of it I felt the need to just cut loose. Have some fun, have some drinks and in general forgot about everything but having a good time for a while. Before my encounter with the blue gecko from hell, I used to frequent the club on base every chance I could for country night and that was just what I needed right now. I managed to kill some time by driving around town before finally pulling into Roosters Country Cabaret. It was only about 20 minutes from the house and while Mill Avenue with all of its bars by Arizona State was closer, I wanted to dance. Even with the crappy weather the parking lot was quickly filling with cars and trucks of all sizes. Taking only my license, cash, and the key to the jeep I made my way towards the door. As I crossed the parking lot I saw that some of the girls were braving the cold in their daisy dukes and found myself regretting not doing the same. The line to get in was pretty short, but it was obvious that the bar was already fairly crowded which was exactly what I was hoping for. I knew I was going to be drawing attention just by the color of my hair and for tonight that was fine with me. I didn't see any open tables so I made my way to the bar and ordered a beer. "I'll get that," a voice said next to me, "and three more Bud Lights as well please." "I can pay for my own beer," I said turning towards my attempted benefactor. He was definitely good looking with dark hair and eyes and the t-shirt he had on couldn't have been tighter without being painted on. "I'm sure you can," he said paying the bartender, "but I severely doubt you will. If you're here by yourself you're more than welcome to join me and my buddies, I'm John by the way." "Well John I'll tell you what," I said picking up the beer and taking a swig, "Let me look around a little bit and if I don't get a better offer, I'll join you." "You didn't tell me your name?" John said as I started to walk away. "You're right, I didn't," I said looking over my shoulder. It wasn't that I didn't appreciate his offer but I did want to check the place out before joining any one group of people. Besides, guys seemed to outnumber the women by a decent percentage and it would be foolish to commit myself so early. I was passing a table with what appeared to be two couples and a guy who looked less than happy to be out when I heard overhead on of the girls say, "Go ahead and ask her." "Are you kidding?" came the reply from Mr. Grumpy, "Look at her; there is no way she would want to dance with me." Turning around I walked back to the group and had to relish the surprised look on everyone's face as I set my beer on the table. "You're right," I said looking him right in the eyes, "because I have no way of knowing you want to dance and since you've decided I'll say no you're not even giving me the chance to say yes." Picking up my beer again I took a long pull off of it while he seemed to contemplate what I said. As I waited, I took a moment to get a better look and decided that while he may have looked less than happy he was definitely attractive. His blond hair was pulled back into a pony tail under his white hat which really made his bright green eyes stand out. "Would you like to dance?" he finally asked. "Sure," I said, "that's what I came here to do in the first place." Setting my beer down, I waiting for him to extricate himself from his stool and let him lead me out onto the dance floor. I'll admit I was a little nervous since I knew how to two step, but I'd never had to do it backwards and with someone nearly a foot taller than me. Once we reached the dance floor however I quickly realized that I shouldn't have worried as I seamlessly fell into the rhythm. Apparently Gandalf included dancing in the list of new skills I got to learn. "I'm Kyle," he said as we moved around the dance floor. He was an excellent dancer and I had no problems being able to follow his lead. We managed to not run into anyone else on the dance floor, which is some kind of record for me. "Sara," I said only to see him wince. For a moment I actually thought he was going to walk off the dance floor. "Is something wrong with my name?" I asked. "That's my ex's name," he said. "Oh," I said, "Well that sucks. I understand if you'd rather find someone else to dance with." "No, its ok," he said, "but I do think I want to get another beer. Would you like to join us? We can come back out if that's ok." "Work's for me," I said as we headed back to the table. "Everyone," he said reaching the table, "this is Sara. Sara this is Kelly and Lisa and that is Roger and Mindy." Almost in sync I watched the entire table react to my name but Lisa seemed to be giving me an extra looking over and I quickly noticed her resemblance to Kyle. "Wow," I said looking at Kyle, "your ex must have been a raging cunt for all of you to react like that." It was funny to see the looks on their faces as they all looked at each other, not realizing how visible their reaction had been. Draining my beer, I pulled some cash out of my pocket and handed it to Kyle. "Why don't you go get us another round?" I said. "That I can do," he said heading towards the bar. "So how badly did she hurt him?" I asked climbing into the open stool. "Very," Mindy said. "She waited until he was down on one knee proposing to tell him she had cheated and was breaking up with him," Lisa said. "Jesus," I said, that's fucking cruel." I didn't even know this other Sara but I found myself hating her intensely. "Just a bit," Lisa said, "So suffice to say I'm rather protective of my little brother." "I get it," I said, "All I came here to do is cut loose and have some fun. I've had enough pain in my life lately and have no desire to hurt anyone else." We made small talk for a few minutes and I liked Lisa instantly. It was nice to talk with people who only knew me as I was and didn't know my history. "Oh son of a bitch," Roger said. "What is it?" Mindy asked. "Hi Lisa, how's Kyle?" a woman's high squeaky voice said from behind me. It was easy to tell from her tone that she really couldn't give a fuck about him and was just trying to rub salt in the wound. Looking over my shoulder, I saw a skinny flat chested bottle blonde, her black roots standing out like a warning sign. "Hey Lisa," I said before she could reply, "Who's the mouse?" "I'm Kyle's ex girlfriend Sara," she said her voice positively indignant, "I'm sure he's talked all about me." "He mentioned that he used to date a scrawny, stringy haired, bottle blonde gutter skank," I said, "that I have the great misfortune to share a name with. I can only assume he meant you. Oh hi baby." I had seen Kyle approaching the table and when he stopped to set down the beers I slid off of my stool and stepped up to him. The anger on his face was readily apparent until he felt my fingers running through his hair and pulling his mouth down to mine. He seemed taken aback for a moment as my tongue snaked in to his mouth, but when his hands settled on my waist I knew he was enjoying himself. Kyle proved to be an excellent kisser and I found I was enjoying myself immensely and pressed my body into his, Kyle's hands eventually drifted down from my waist and rested on my ass. Neither of us seemed particularly interested in breaking the kiss, but inevitably we did and turning away from him, I stepped towards Sara, staring at her and tilting my head in puzzlement, "You're still here?" I said. I could hear the laughter from the nearby tables witnessing our confrontation. I had never seen anyone turn such a deep shade of red with anger outside of a cartoon. I'm not sure why I was feeling so defensive towards Kyle, but there was no way this bitch was going to hurt him any further. Making a noise of dismissal, I turned my back to her and picked up my beer from the table. Leaning into Kyle I made it clear that my territory was marked and she was welcome to leave. "Well that was interesting," Roger said once Sara finally left. "Interesting hell," Mindy said smiling, "Fuck that was one of the hottest things I've ever seen." "I didn't realize someone could turn so many different colors of red and purple," Lisa said, "That was awesome." "Yeah it was," Kyle said softly. "Calm down cowboy," Kelly said, "Unlike your last one, I have a feeling this Sara would break you." Kyle looked incredibly cute as the blush settled over his face as everyone laughed. "It's ok Kyle," I said prompting more laughter, "He's probably right, these curves are difficult to handle. Now then, I think someone promised me to return to the dance floor." "Indeed I did," he said taking a drink of his beer before taking my hand. All but running to the dance floor, he pulled me into his arms just as a slow song came over the speakers. Encircling my waist with his arms, I slid mine around his neck as we turned in slow circles. "Thank you," he said. "You're more than welcome," I said, "She needed someone to put her in her place and no one deserves to be treated like she did to you." A small smile was the only response as we made our turns on the dance floor. Song after song went by as Kyle and I continued to dance, switching easily from two step to slow dance to line dance. Both couples joined us for a few dances before we finally returned to the table. A few guys came by the table asking if I wanted to dance, but I had to turn them all down. It felt amazing to be able to forget everything for a while; Gandalf, Heather, Rob, Jack all were just a distant memory. I'll admit I was a little saddened when last call was announced. I hadn't had a beer in a couple of hours and with the way my body recovered the alcohol was long gone from my system. Lisa was the designated driver for her group, so everyone else was feeling no pain. "Guys why don't you go outside for a minute and wait by the truck," Lisa said once we had everything together, "I need to talk to Sara for a minute." "Uh oh," Mindy said her words slurring together, "Someone's getting the big sister speech. Be nice Lisa, I think Kyle likes her." "Just go," she said, "and I'll be right there." The place had quickly emptied and soon only a couple of stragglers remained. "So what did you want to talk about?" I asked. "Mindy is right," she said, "Kyle does like you." "Your brother is a really great guy," I said. "I'm guessing there is probably a "but" in there somewhere," she said. "You're right there is. Lisa, I like your brother but the last thing I need right now is a new relationship," I said, "I've had some really bad things happen lately and this evening was just about trying to escape for a little while. I appreciate you welcoming me into your group for tonight, but this is probably the last time you'll ever see me." "Just do me a favor then," Lisa said, "be honest and let him down easy. I don't want him hurt more than he already is." "Lisa get out here," Mindy yelled running back into the bar, "Kyle is fighting with some guy." "Son of a bitch," Lisa said as we both headed towards the door, "this is the last fucking thing he needs." Crossing the parking lot at full speed we soon found Kyle in a drunken fight with John. Of course they decided to fight right in front of my jeep. When we saw Sara yelling for John to kick his ass it explained everything. "She's mine," I said to Lisa. "Have fun," she said. As I crossed over to where Sara was standing she saw me and started backing up until she bumped into the tailgate of a truck. "What the fu," was all she was able to get out before my fist connected with her jaw. I didn't hit her as hard as I wanted to but it was enough to rock her head back and drop her on to her ass. "If you even so much as think a negative thought about Kyle ever again I will find you and beat the living hell out of you," I said kneeling down and getting into her face, "and next time I promise I won't be so gentle. Have I made myself clear?" Sara had a look of fear in her eyes as she realized just how serious I was. Nodding her head to the affirmative I got up to see the results of the fight. Kyle and John were still throwing drunken blows at each other when Kyle connected with a solid punch to John's midsection, doubling him over and dropping him to his knees. Kyle was standing over him, ready for him to try something when John started to retch, emptying his stomach onto the asphalt. "I'm parked on the other side of the lot," Lisa said, "let me get the truck and we can load him up." Transformation Ch. 14 "Jesus Kyle, what the hell was that about?" I asked bringing him over to the jeep; his lips was split and his eye was swollen and definitely headed towards black. Pulling the ever present first aid kit out I grabbed an ice pack and slapped it onto the side of his face. Roger, Kelly, and Mindy were all standing behind me rehashing the fight. "He called you a whore," he said his eyes glassy and words slurred, "so I hit him." I wasn't sure how he was even still on his feet as he seemed on the verge of passing out. Some part of me deep inside swelled up at the thought of Kyle fighting to defend my honor. "Ha-ha bitches," Sara screamed, "I called the cops and you're all going to jail." The sound of sirens in the distance started growing close and I realized we were in serious trouble. "Sara," Roger said running over and grabbing Kyle, "get him out of here. If he gets in trouble with the cops he'll get fired." Roger and Kelly shoved Kyle into the passenger seat as I ran around to the driver's side. "Kyle can give you directions," Kelly said, "We'll tell Lisa. Now go, get the hell out of here." Slamming the jeep into gear, I sped out of the parking lot and out onto the street. Looking in my rear view mirror, I watched as the police converged on the bar but none made to pursue me. Taking a dozen or so side streets, I kept to the traffic rules until I was positive I wasn't being followed. "Ok, so how do I get you home?" I asked. Unfortunately the answer I received was the light snoring sound of someone completely passed out. Rolling to a stop, I turned on the interior light only to see Kyle with his head leaning against the seat belt anchor just happily snoring away. Reaching over I gave him a good shake and called his name hoping to wake him up. "Just fucking awesome," I muttered to myself before putting the jeep into gear and heading home. Pulling into the driveway, I unlocked the house before pulling Kyle out of the jeep. He was nothing but pure dead weight so I put him up on my shoulder in a fireman's carry. Had he been awake, he likely would have been shocked at me being able to carry him so easily. Instinctively I carried him into my room and dropped him down on the bed. He seemed so dead to the world I probably could have detonated an atomic bomb next to his head and he wouldn't have noticed. Pulling his boots off, I set them next to my bed before emptying his pockets out onto my nightstand. I was hoping to find a cell phone but luck wasn't in my favor. Opening his wallet, I checked his driver's license but the address was only a post office box. "You just keep finding ways to make this more difficult don't you," I said. I pulled off his belt, but made the conscious decision to leave his jeans on. After unbuttoning his shirt, I found myself wishing I had pummeled Sara a bit more. Running my hands across his chest, I let my fingers trace over the scars left by four distinct gunshot wounds. There were a couple of scars that appeared to be from a knife and a tattoo that I recognized as the screaming eagle of the 101st Army airborne. While most of the guys in my life were large and bulky, Kyle was more wiry, but I didn't have any doubts about his strength. Lifting him upright I pulled his shirt the rest of the way off before laying his head down on the pillow and covering him with my blanket. With Kyle situated, I changed into cotton shorts and a tank top and crossed the hall into Tiffany's room before climbing into the bed. Closing my eyes I fell asleep almost immediately as I relaxed breathing in Tiffany's scent. The scream that echoed through the house ripped me from my slumber and it took a few seconds to realize where I was. Jumping out of bed, I scrambled for the drawer that I knew Tiffany kept her gun locked up in. "Fuck," I whispered when I realized the drawer was empty, she must have taken it to Flagstaff with her. The screaming seemed to be coming from my room so I crossed the hall only to find Kyle thrashing around on the bed, stuck in the middle of some traumatic memory. When I heard him cry out for a medic I realized he was reliving the day he was shot. Sitting on the bed, I reached out and took a hold of his wrists and pulled them to the front of his chest. "Shhh, I've got you," I said my face just inches from his, "its ok Kyle it's just a dream." Releasing his wrists I put my hand on his chest and he stilled instantly as I caressed his cheek. After a few moments I saw his eyes flutter open. "Where am I?" he asked weakly. "You're at my place," I said, "things happened and we had to leave quickly. You're safe here and I'll drive you home in the morning. Try and get some rest." I made to get up when I found his hands around my wrists. "Please stay," he said his tone desperate and sad. "Okay," I said after thinking for a moment, "scoot over some." Pulling back the covers, I waited for him to move over before crawling in next to him. "Thank you," he said. I had planned to just lie next to him, but when I felt his arms reach out I let him pull me against him. With my head on his shoulder and my hand resting on his chest he almost instantly fell asleep and I wasn't far behind. A moan from Kyle was what pulled me from my slumber. Blinking my eyes open, the sunlight was bright against my blinds and it took a moment to get my bearings. "Oh fuck, please don't stop," Kyle said as I realized my hand was slowly stroking his cock. I had fully intended to not do anything with Kyle, but apparently my internal programming said differently. I wasn't thrilled about waking up like this or the urge I had to take him into my mouth, but I could tell as close as he was it would just be cruel to stop. Lifting myself up to my knees I could see that his jeans were unsnapped and only slightly pushed down. His cock was a little bigger than average and felt warm in my hand as it slid along his shaft. Suddenly gripping the sheets, his hips bucked up and I felt him swell in my hand as his cum began to shoot from his cock, coating his stomach and chest. Hearing his moans, I continued to stroke him, milking his cock until the last drops coated my hand as I massaged his balls. "Fuck that was amazing," Kyle said. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said crawling off the bed, "I'll get you a towel." "Do you think I could use your shower really quick?" He asked propping himself up on his elbows, "There's so much cum it might be faster." As I looked at him I realized that he was probably right and I was fighting the urge to clean him with my tongue. "Sure," I said, "There should be towels in there already." Sitting up, Kyle carefully stripped off his jeans and headed into the bathroom. Dropping back down on the bed I was listening to the water run when I realized I had started to lick my fingers clean of his cum. He tasted just as good as I expected and soon my hand was completely clean. Something had been bothering me about this entire situation and I suddenly realized what it was. It was the fact that this wasn't bothering me. To me, less than three days ago I had been curled up in a ball as I dealt with the thought of being raped and yet here I was ready to suck and fuck like nothing had happened. It was just one more thing I despised about Gandalf. I was so focused on my thoughts that I didn't hear the front door open. "Hey there you are," Jennifer said coming into the room, "I had to run home and check on something yesterday and when I got back you were gone." "Hey Sara I couldn't find any towels," Kyle said standing naked in the bathroom doorway. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Jennifer said incredulously, "Who the fuck is this? Are you Jack, the guy sending flowers?" "No he's not Jack," I said, "This is Kyle. We met at Roosters last night and no I did not plan for him to come home with me." "You never plan for any of these things to happen to you. I thought things were going pretty well with the three of you," she yelled, "but then I find out about your little trip to Vancouver and suddenly you're getting flowers. Now I come to check on you and you've got some guy you met last night in your shower. Not to mention that you were raped only a few days ago. I know you have a lot of things going on but what the fuck is wrong with you?" "Going pretty well?" I yelled back, "Oh yeah. Things are going so well that they have Thanksgiving dinner without me. Then if that's not enough they leave to go to Flagstaff while I'm lying in bed unconscious with a fucking needle in my arm. So what the fuck is wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with them? Nice to know just how much of a priority I am." She started to say something, but I really wasn't in the mood to hear it. "Save it," I said, "I don't want to hear it. As a matter of fact, I'm awake and doing ok so just get the hell out." "Fuck you Sara," Jennifer said before turning heel and walking away. "So about that towel," Kyle said. "Yeah sorry about that," I said grabbing one out of the hallway closet. "Do I want to know what's going on?" he asked taking the towel. "Probably not," I said, "Kyle you're a good guy and I appreciate you standing up for me last night but you really should stay away from me. I'm not worth the headache." Watching him dry off right in front of me, I found it difficult to not get up and feel his skin under my fingers and to taste him with my tongue. "Apparently someone thinks you are," he said pulling on his jeans. "That's because he doesn't realize just how jacked up my life really is," I said. "Well maybe you should leave that up for him to decide," Kyle said finishing getting dressed. "I suppose I should drive you home now," I said. "I'd appreciate it," he said as I picked some clothes out of my dresser, "I'll wait out in the kitchen." Stripping off my pajamas, I threw on jeans and a t-shirt along with my running shoes. The doorbell rang as I was standing naked in the middle of my room searching for shoes and I heard Kyle answer it, I couldn't hear the conversation but I soon heard the door close. Grabbing my wallet and keys I went out to the kitchen. "You ready to go?" I asked as I walked into the kitchen. "These came for you," Kyle said setting another large bouquet of flowers on the table, "If these are all from the same guy, he certainly is determined." "I can see that," I said looking at the latest card, "One more headache I have to deal with. Shall we?" Stepping outside I was happy to see that the snow was gone, the sun was shining, and it looked to be a fairly warm day. I just hoped that Gandalf or Morgana was done playing with the weather for now. "Thank you," Kyle said out of the blue. We had only been driving about ten minutes and had about another thirty to go. "For what?" I asked. "For letting me hold onto you last night. It's been a long time since I've gotten a good night's sleep," he said, "Most nights I spend the night afraid to sleep because of my dreams." "I saw the scars and the tattoo," I said. "My unit went to Bosnia," he said, "We were supposed to be on a peacekeeping mission and the fuckers ambushed us. It never made the news because it would have interfered with the peace process." "I'm sorry to hear that," I said. We both fell into silence as we were caught in our thoughts. Pulling in front of Lisa's house, he hopped out and came over to my side. "I know you said I should stay away," Kyle said, "and for now I will. But know this, if something changes and you become available, I want the chance to get to know you better. That's all I'm asking for, a chance." "Alright," I said, "I'll keep that in mind." I waited until I saw him actually enter the house before pulling away and heading back home. As I drove I realized that I needed to run. I needed to do something to burn off this frustrated energy I was feeling. Reaching the house, I don't think I could have changed into my black running tights and sports bra any faster by yelling Shazam. From the moment my foot struck the pavement I could feel my head start to clear. So much has been going wrong that I don't even where to begin, and I haven't been able to talk to anyone about it. I had far too many things weighing on my mind and the people I counted on the most had left me to twist in the wind. Frank's death, while not directly my fault I'm the one who gave them the truth of his situation and I can't help but feel responsible for his decision. Maybe Elisa could have done a better job of it, I really don't know. The miles seemed to just fly by as I tried to work through my issues in my head. Everything seemed to intertwine and double back on itself. I remember Rob from when I was growing up and he was so different from the one I know now. Was that just maturity or something else pulling the strings making us all dance? My doubts about Rob were letting my feelings for Jack slowly take root. I couldn't tell if the feelings I had for Jack were any more real than anything else I was feeling. Should I give Jack a chance? There was something about him I just couldn't shake. Should I give Kyle one? His willingness to come to my defense and the admission about his problems drew me to him. I don't know what I should do. I came across a small park that I really hadn't noticed before. Spotting a set of pull up bars that were part of a circuit training course I jogged over to them. Getting ready to jump up on the bar I heard some laughter that got my attention. Looking out across the park I saw there were families out taking advantage of the warm weather. Parents with their kids, whole families out enjoying the day and I realized that was a feeling I would never get to experience. I was destined to spend the entirety of my existence either on my knees or on my back with some part of me filled with cock. My only hope for escape was either stepping in front of a bus or the fragile belief that Morgana was real and not just Gandalf playing a new game. Jumping up and grabbing the bar I slowly lifted my chin up over the bar before lowering myself equally slow. Five, ten, fifteen and finally twenty repetitions later I let myself drop to the ground. Finding a place to hook my feet, I did multiple sets of crunches, enjoying the burn as one of the few things in my control. Finishing my sets, I was walking back towards to the road when a soccer ball rolled by me heading towards the road. Sprinting after it, I easily caught up with the ball and brought it to a stop. Turning it around I saw a guy jogging towards me with a young boy, maybe seven or eight years old, who was easily his clone. They were fairly close already so I gave the ball a light tap towards the boy. "Thanks for catching that for us," the guy said stopping a few steps away from me. "No problem," I said, "I'd hate to see it get trashed by a car." "You're right Dad, she is pretty" the little boy said turning towards me, "But why is your hair blue?" I glanced at the dad who was obviously embarrassed by his son's statement. Deciding to let the dad off easily, I ignored the comment and knelt down to answer his question. "My hair is blue because sometimes girls like to try new things to express themselves," I said, "and for me I decided that I wanted blue hair. Do you think it looks pretty?" Even though I was kneeling in front of the boy, I had my eyes focused on the dad. "I do," the boy said. "Ok TJ," the dad said, "go and play with your cousins." "Ok dad," TJ said. I could see a group of kids all about TJ's age hanging out by a picnic table and sure enough that's where he kicked the ball towards. "Cute kid," I said as he ran off. "Thanks," he said his hands stuck in his pockets like a nervous teenager, "I'm Tyler." "Sara," I said, "Look, I need to get going." "Oh right," he said, "I don't suppose you'd like to join us?" "Sorry no," I said, "I appreciate the offer but I'm not sure my boyfriend would understand." "Oh of course, I should have expected that," he said. "It's ok," I said, "I really do appreciate the offer." "Well if you change your mind we'll be here," he said heading back towards his group. Seeing him rejoin his family I was struck with a familiar longing. It was the same feelings I had lying in bed next to Jack. The desire for all the things I could never have; family, children, and a stable life. I nearly took a step to join them when I forced myself to turn away and get back on the road. I barely paid attention to where I was going when I found myself running through the ASU campus. I hadn't been back here since the day Heather and Tina ambushed me with a baseball bat. I came to a stop just outside of the alleyway where so much blood had been spilled. Even though the sun was shining high and bright, I found myself hesitant to walk down into the alley. Steeling myself, I forced myself to walk past the spot where I lay bleeding and head deeper into the alleyway. Multiple security cameras lined the narrow passage with the faint whine of an electric as some panned back and forth. It was maybe a dozen steps from the entrance to where the bodies had been found. The alley had long ago been emptied of trash cans at the request of the police. Stepping up the spot, I kneeled down to get a better look. You could see where the red bricks had been stained from repeated coatings of blood, so much so that their darker hue was undoubtedly permanent. Reaching out, I touched the bricks and slowly dragged them across, my finger tips coming away tinged red and dirty. So much blood, so much wasted life in a petty quest for revenge over something that wasn't even my fault. If Heather had simply told Aaron that she had moved out, he wouldn't have found his way into my bed and me. Getting up, I moved slowly around the alleyway touching every wall and doorway. I began to wonder if there was any way to stop Heather/Rick before there was another death. He had proven he was stronger than me by how easily he overpowered me and yet he hadn't killed me. It likely wouldn't have taken much effort for him to fuck me to death like he did all of the other girls. He wanted me alive so he could taunt and torture me. I could remove myself from the picture, take the same route Frank did, but something told me that would just make him more dangerous. Stepping out onto the sidewalk, I looked around and wondered how a small, insignificant little alley had become the focus of so much pain and suffering. I had run much further than I had intended and my legs had tightened up as I explored the alley. Walking past Pop Culture Comics and the Chuckbox, I turned on University and headed towards Rural. Once I thought my legs had loosened up enough I started to run and had gotten maybe a quarter mile only to have my thigh cramp up and send me crashing to the ground. "Holy shit are you ok?" a guys voice said as I heard footsteps hurrying towards me. Grabbing my leg as I grimaced through the pain, I couldn't believe how much it hurt. You would think by now I would have experienced enough pain to control my reaction, but it felt like I'd been shot. "Ahh fuck," I said through clenched teeth, "it's fucking cramping on me." "Dude you need to massage the muscles," a guy said. "I know, I know," the first guy said, "Are you ok with me rubbing your leg?" "Just fucking do it already," I said. His hands were tentative as they settled on my thigh and began to rub. His hands were definitely strong and nervous, and when I finally opened my eyes I realized I was surrounded by college students. The guy working on my leg couldn't have possibly been older than nineteen and was cute in that way that college guys are. Why is there always a crowd when stuff goes wrong? "I can feel it moving as I rub it," he said. He was keeping his hands to the top and outer part of my thigh and I could feel the cramp lessening but he was missing where most of the cramp was. Transformation Ch. 15 This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission Another chapter in the complicated life of Sara. Feel free to let me know what you think with your votes and your comments. It's your positive feedback that keeps the authors here on Lit motivated to write. "What in the fuck were you thinking?" I yelled at Rob as he sat on the floor clutching at the side of his face. He's fortunate that I only slapped him. If I had actually closed my fist, I'm fairly certain I would have broken his jaw. "Is that all I am to you now?" I said, "A toy that you play with and let your friends borrow like an old video game?" "I'm sorry," Rob said slowly getting to his feet, "Honestly I didn't think it would be that big of a deal." Seriously, did Rob attend some sort of master class on how to say the absolute wrong thing? "Not that big of a deal?" I screamed, coming oh so close to going ahead and breaking his jaw for the fuck of it, "What fucking planet are you from where telling your girlfriend, who by the way was raped a few days ago by someone who wants to kill her and happens to be wearing her old face, that she has to fuck someone because of a bet isn't a big deal?" "SARA," Tiffany yelled standing there dripping wet, her body covered with a hastily wrapped towel. "What?" I snapped back at her. "Stop it," she said her tone the same as when she told me to fuck Jack, "Stop it right the fuck now." God, I wanted to scream back at her, but I couldn't. It was literally impossible for me to keep yelling, so I chose a different approach. "Fine," I said staring at Rob, "You want me to fuck this guy then I will, but your ass will be sitting in the room fully dressed the entire time." I know he gets off watching me fuck, but he doesn't realize that he's touched me for the last time. "Just to be clear," I said, "It's just him right? You didn't promise his whole crew that they would get a piece of your whore did you? " Rob slowly shook his head no. "Sara," Rob started. "Rob just stop," I said, "Nothing you could possibly say right now would make this better. You whored me out on a bet and making sure I would do it was more important to you than where I was, or even if I was ok. Literally your first words were glad you're ok and I need your help with this bet." Tiffany was staring angrily at Rob but I wasn't sure which thing she was angry about. "Sara, can we please talk about this?" Rob pleaded. "No, I don't think so," I said, "Now if you don't mind, your whore is going to take a bath." I must have been emphasizing it more than I realized because every time I said whore Rob flinched. "Sara," Tiffany said her tone in absolute command mode, "we really need to." "Tiffany if you value what we have in any way, then you will not utter another word," I interrupted my voice frighteningly calm. Walking around them both, I started down the hallway before I realized that I had to say something else. "You know, I never asked for any of this," I said, "I never asked to spend ten years in a coma or to wake up as a porn star marionette. What kind of life would I have had? I'll never know because I wasn't given the chance to live it. It may have been fucked up but at least it would have been the one I chose." Stepping into my room, I closed and locked my door for the first time since I'd moved in. Removing my workout clothes, I turned the water on to start filling the tub. The mirrors quickly fogged up from all the steam rising from the almost scalding water. Adding some bath salts to the water, I lit a couple of candles before killing the lights. Setting my iPod up with its speaker on the sink, I picked a relaxing playlist before sinking into the water. The water was way hotter than it should have been, but the pain seemed to give me clarity. I could see my skin turning pink as I submerged more and more of my body. Finally fully in the tub, I leaned back and closed my eyes, trying to comprehend what was happening in my life. Why were the people I cared about suddenly turning away from me? Was I changing or were they? The fact that Rob didn't see anything wrong with whoring me out absolutely floored me. I could, to some extent, see his point. Since my existence revolves around sex, what difference would one more guy make, except he was missing the most important part. By using me as a bet, he destroyed what little control I had over my own life. Even without Tiffany telling me to fuck Jack, had Rob been ok with it I might have done so anyways. Now I find myself not giving a fuck what Rob thinks. Eventually the water began to cool, so I took that as a sign to go ahead wash my hair and body before getting out. Wrapping myself in a fluffy red towel, I went and sat on my bed to dry. A loud grumble from my stomach killed my plans to spend the rest of the night in my room. Slipping into my pajamas, I opened door and stepped into the darkened hallway. A light shone from under Tiffany's door and I could hear the murmur of voices. Reaching the kitchen I flipped on the light before grabbing a bowl from the cupboard. It may seem silly to have a bowl of Crunch Berries at nine p.m. but since there was a distinct lack of carne asada burritos in the fridge, it would have to do. I had to move flowers out of the way before I was able to take a seat at the table and I found myself reading and rereading the cards. I had to smile at Jack's determination if nothing else. After rinsing out my bowl, I killed the lights and headed back to my room. I was just through my door when I heard Tiffany cry out in passion and Rob's voice coaxing her on. I wanted to just kick down her door and do, I don't know what, but I realized that it wasn't worth the effort or the pain. If Tiffany wanted Rob that badly then she could have him. Maybe it was finally time to move on with my life and strike out on my own. As I crawled under my covers, I kept expecting the tears to start to flow but there was nothing, the expected pain never arrived, just a whole not of nothing. I awoke the next morning feeling better than I had in a long time. The surprisingly dreamless night had let my body and mind get the rest it needed to refresh and recharge. I'd slept for nearly twelve hours and so I wasn't surprised that Tiffany and Rob were long gone. After downing a banana and pulling a monster from the fridge, I started walking around the house inventoring my stuff. In truth, I had very little outside of my room that actually belonged to me and none of that was furniture. I could easily afford a house, but what would be the point other than having empty space to clean. Grabbing a quick shower, I threw on jeans and a sweatshirt before heading out to grab apartment guides. It was strange how good taking charge of this one small portion of my life made me feel. I picked up several guides from a Circle K and headed towards a nearby park. I felt like I was truly ready to take charge of my own life at least a little and move on. The park was mostly deserted being as it was a school day so I found a picnic table and started going through the apartment guides. I was surprised at how many different apartment complexes there really were in the Phoenix area but I was able to narrow down my search pretty quickly. I really liked the part of Tempe in which we lived, so I knew I wanted to stay in the immediate area. As I crossed off complex after complex, I decided that I was going to wait until after I paid off Rob's bet before moving out. With my list narrowed down to seven complexes, I decided to spend the rest of the day checking them out. The first two places were okay, nothing really to write home about. I was pulling into the third place on my list when I noticed a guy standing out on his balcony watching me as I pulled in. I didn't really think much of it but when the tour was over and I went to leave he was still there watching me cross the parking lot. I stood by the jeep for a minute before I realized that he had his arms down to his side and I was fairly certain he was jerking off. Shaking my head, I crossed the complex off my list and drove away. I really liked the next four complexes I looked at, but it was the last one I decided I wanted to live in. The upstairs unit I looked at was at the end of the building and when I stepped out onto the balcony I noticed that its location and the nearby trees made it surprisingly private. I would still be able to sunbathe outside without worrying about anyone seeing me. It was a two bedroom, two bath apartment and it was perfect. Going back to the office, I was surprised at the stack of paperwork that awaited me. I had been smart enough to bring my check book and pay stubs so the financial end wasn't a big deal. Having to get power and cable taken care of was going to be fun as I had no idea where to go. Between getting the utilities turned and waiting for the deposit check to clear, I figured I had a few days before I could move in giving me time to pack up and buy some furniture. I had to laugh as this was really happening. "Hey, hey Blue," I heard someone calling as I walked to the jeep. It took a second to realize that were talking about my hair so I turned around to see a young guy jogging towards me. "Can I help you?" I asked. He was pretty good looking with dark hair and eyes. He was wearing an Arizona State sweatshirt, but I couldn't tell if he was still a student or not. "Sorry about calling you blue," he said, "but I couldn't think of any other way to get your attention short of throwing myself in front of your jeep. So, are you moving in here?" "That's the plan," I said laughing at him, "Were you really planning on jumping in front of me as I drove away?" "Absolutely, but only as a last resort" he said, "I'm Sam. So when do you move in?" "Are you this nosey about all the new tenants?" I asked. "No," he said, "just the ridiculusly hot ones." "Well at least you're honest," I said, "and not for a few days. I still have some things to take care of before they will turn over the keys." Climbing into the jeep, I started it up as he stepped right next to the door. "I'm not letting you leave without at least telling me your name," he said. "Sara," I said. "Always one of my favorite names," he said, "Can I ask you something else?" "Sam, you're cute," I said my face completely serious, "but it's not going to stop me from running over your foot if you don't move." The cheesy, happy smile he'd been wearing faded as he realized that I had no compunction what so ever about running him over. Stomping the gas to rev the engine, I couldn't help but laugh at the frightened squeak as he jumped back. It was nearly six pm so I grabbed some Jack in the Box before deciding to head home. I was the waiting to turn left from Mill Avenue onto Southern when I heard the screeching of tires behind me. Like dominoes the sliding truck plowed into the car behind me and as it smashed into me I found myself being forced into oncoming traffic. Honestly, I got off lucky, the jeep not so much. I don't know how fast the truck that hit me was going, but his front fender struck directly in line with my wheel and all but removed the front end of my jeep. The airbags deploying saved me from smashing my face into steering wheel as I spun from the impact. I think I spun twice before coming to a rest near the right turn lane, but in truth I haven't the foggiest idea. I was somewhat dazed by the whole thing and it took me a moment to realize someone had opened my door. "Are you ok?" the woman said. I think she said it a couple of times as I was a bit foggy at first. "Yeah, yeah I think so," I said reaching down and unbuckling my seat belt. The bright green of my mint Oreo cookie shake covering me and the remains of my jeep's interior did nothing to improve my mood. Nothing felt broken so I carefully stepped out and steadied myself for a moment holding the door. "Are you sure you're ok?" The woman said her concern obvious. "Yeah I'm good," I said, "just a little shaken. I'll be alright. Thank you." Surveying the wreckage in the intersection it was clear at least three vehicles were a total wash and several others got damaged from my spinning and the truck that hit me bouncing around. I walked over to where the front end of my jeep had come to rest, it was sitting in the crosswalk to go across Southern. I could hear the sounds of sirens and knew this was going to be a long night. Walking back over to the remnants of my jeep, I pulled out my purse and the paperwork from the apartment before taking a seat on the curbside. Grabbing my phone, I started to call Rob out of reflex but pressed the end button as soon as I heard it ring. I knew Tiffany was at work so she was out of the question, but as I started going through my contacts Rob's ringtone started playing. As it played, I stared at the phone for a moment before answering it. "Hello?" he said, "Sara is everything ok?" "I need a ride," I said really wishing I'd have called someone else, "I was in a wreck and the jeep is. Well, the jeep is in pieces." "Holy hell," he said, "are you ok?" "I'm as okay as I can be," I said, "I'm at Southern and Mill if you can come get me. If not I'll find someone else." "Sara, can we not do this?" he said, "Seriously, I'll be there as soon as I can leave the jobsite." "Thanks," I said before hanging up the phone. The police and fire/rescue had arrived while I was on the phone and I saw a couple of people pointing towards me. Seeing two officers heading towards me, I stuck my phone into my purse and pulled out my driver's license as I waited for them. After giving them my point of view on what happened they asked a few more questions and then asked that I not leave just yet. Standing off to the side, I watched as the woman in the car behind me was extracted from her vehicle. The impact had been so severe for her that they had to remove the roof of her car just to get access. Another crew was working on the driver of the pickup that had caused the accident and it was not looking good for him. After a couple of minutes they loaded him into one of the waiting ambulances and drove off, lights and sirens wailing. Eventually more officers arrived and began to diligently take photos and document the entire scene. I felt bad for all of the people stuck in traffic as almost the entire intersection was closed due to the debris that had been scattered in the violent collision. I ended up repeating my recollection of the accident several times before finally signing a statement and ensuring the investigators had my contact information. I was watching the remains of my jeep being loaded onto the back of a flatbed tow truck when my phone began to ring with Rob's ringtone. "Hey where are you?" I said. "Down at the Post Office on College," he said, "It's the closest I can get and still be able to turn around. Can you walk down to me?" "Yeah," I said, "give me a few minutes to get there. They just let me go." Crossing the street, I walked the short distance to the Post Office and climbed into Rob's truck. "Are you sure you're ok?" Rob asked as I put on my seatbelt. "Peachy," I said keeping the paperwork from the apartment complex face down in my lap, "Let's just go." Pulling out onto College, Rob drove his truck through the residential area until we could get back onto Southern and heading back towards the house. I stayed quiet, lost in my own thoughts, until we pulled in front of the house. "Sara," Rob said as soon as we stopped. "Saturday night," I said climbing out of the truck. I could see from his confused expression he wasn't sure what I was referring to. "What about it?" he said. "Get a hotel room for Saturday night," I said, "That's when I'll be a good little whore and work off your debt for you." Slamming the door to his truck, I headed towards the house. I knew he was chasing me as soon as I heard the truck shut off so I stopped at the door and waited. "Seriously can we just talk about this?" he said. I wanted to scream at him but I could still feel Tiffany's compulsion working on me. "What the fuck is there to talk about?" I said, "You bet my body like it was something you owned and like a good little whore I'm going to pump my ass on his cock for you, but I have changed my mind on something." "What?" "I want the whole thing," I said, "Saturday night we're going to get dressed up, meet him for dinner someplace nice, and then after a nice meal the three of us are going to go upstairs and you get to watch me fuck him all night. The only thing I want from you in the next couple of days is a text telling me when you're picking me up." I knew I was being a complete bitch, but as far as I was concerned he fully deserved it. Turning on my heel, I walked into the house and slammed the door behind me. I was still standing by the door, listening as Rob's truck pulled away when the shakes started. Leaning back against the door, I stared at my hands as they shook violently, seemingly of their own volition. Forcing myself forward, I grabbed the back of the couch and made my way around so I could sit. My banana from this morning was the last thing I'd eaten and now, as the adrenaline from the accident was wearing off, my body was letting me know it wasn't happy with me. I'm not sure how long I sat on the couch, but once the shaking had diminished some I made my way into the kitchen in search of food. Not being in a turkey kind of mood, I pulled out a Chinese takeout container and emptied its contents onto a plate. It took just a couple of minutes to heat up the shrimp with lobster sauce, and I had to force myself to sit at the table and not consume it standing in front of the microwave. Slowly eating, I began going over in my head all of the things I was going to have to do in the next few days. I knew I had to take care of power and cable already, but now I had to see about getting a new vehicle as well. The insurance would cover the jeep, but time was not something I wanted to waste as I waited for the check. Finally feeling better with some food in me, I cleaned up my plate before grabbing the newspaper and start rifling through it in search of the automotive ads. As I dug through page after page of shiny new cars, I quickly realized after losing two jeeps, I didn't want something new. I remembered seeing an older camaro for sale in the neighborhood and decided to go check it out in the morning. Getting up from the table, I noticed the card from one of the bouquets of flowers lying on the floor. Picking it up, I flipped it over and stared at the phone number written on the back. It wasn't a hard decision that once I was in my new place, I was going to give Jack a call. Carrying the card with me, I walked back to my room and after getting changed, crawled into bed and passed out almost instantly. The next morning the house was quiet as I made towards the front door. Not having to deal with the usual aches and pains associated with an accident was a bonus to how quickly I healed. I'd gotten up early and after a quick shower decided to walk over and take a look at the camaro. I kept some cash in my room for emergencies and grabbed the envelope on my way out. I had too much to do to be without a vehicle, and I wasn't quite ready to let Tiffany know I was leaving. The morning was cold so I was in jeans and a t-shirt with a zip up hoodie thrown on over. It was interesting to walk through the neighborhood and listen to the people as they left for work or were loading their kids up for school. I could hear the grass crunching under their feet and see the clouds of warm air from their breath. The summers in Phoenix are so hot that most people don't realize just how cold it can get here. Maybe not Chicago cold by any stretch, but cold enough. With my hood up and my hands in my pockets, I was just another person walking down the street. Transformation Ch. 15 It took me about ten minutes to reach the house with the camaro and as I stood in front of it I was surprised when I realized it was a convertible. I've always been a fan of the first generation camaros. The price on the sign was surprisingly low and easily within the money I had on me which made me wonder what was wrong with it. Walking around the car, the body looked to be in good shape as I didn't see any dents or filler under the primer grey paint. Even the interior looked to be in good shape, so whatever was wrong with it had to be mechanical. There was something about it that didn't quite seem right, but I couldn't place my finger on it. There was a newer Chevy pickup in the driveway, so I decided to knock and see if anyone was home. I knew it was still early, but I wanted to find out what was up with the car before looking elsewhere. Going to the front door and ringing the doorbell, I soon heard movement inside the house. The guy who answered looked to be in his mid-forties with jeans and tight black t-shirt on. "I'm here about the car," I said. "Oh ok," he said, "give me a minute to grab some shoes. Do you want to come inside? I know its cold out there." "Sure," I said stepping into the house. The inside was warm and cozy and it appeared he didn't live there alone. Pictures on the walls showed what looked like a happy loving family with his wife and a couple of teenage boys. "Can I get you anything?" he said,"I just made the coffee if you're interested. Oh, I'm Mike by the way." "Sara," I said moving a little further into the house, "and I appreciate the offer but no." "Ok," he said before moving towards the back of the house, "I'll be right back." Standing in the entrance to the kitchen, I took some time to look around and I realized my initial impression wasn't a right as I thought. Piles of mail were stacked up on the table and while the house appeared clean at first glance, I could see where dust was accumulating. The dish rack next to the sink contained only a single bowl and spoon and the stove looked to have been untouched in ages. Several microwavable meal boxes stood out in the trash can and it looked as if he was trying to keep the house up, but it was just too much. I was wrong, a family used to live here, but no longer. "Ok sorry about that," he said, "I wasn't expecting someone by this early." He'd pulled on well used work boots and a fleece lined denim jacket and I must admit he looked pretty good. His dark black hair and short beard were streaked with silver and his dark eyes seemed so full of pain it hurt to look at them. "I'm sorry, I can come back later if you'd like," I said. "No it's ok," he said, "I've got the keys so we might as well go outside." "So what's wrong with the car?" I asked as we headed out the front door, "The body and interior look to be in pretty good shape." "Nothing's wrong with it," he said, "Jacob and I just finished rebuilding the drive train a few months ago and we'd been working on the rest of it since he was a kid." The pain in his voice was almost enough to break my heart and I tried not to react to his sadness. "Jacob?" I said. "My oldest boy," he said the pain clear on his face. "I'm sorry," I said feeling like an ass for even asking, "I shouldn't have asked." "No it's ok," he said, "They were taken from me by a drunk driver a few months ago and it just hurts too much to see the car that was supposed to be Jacob's staring me in the face every day. Let me start it up for you." Climbing into the car and turning the key the camaro roared to life with no hesitation. Leaving it running, he climbed out and left the door open. Before climbing in, I took one last walk around when what was wrong hit me. "Is this an SS or an RS?" I asked having finally figured out what was wrong. The badging said SS, but it had the flip headlights of an RS model. "Good eye," he said, "It's actually a factory SS/RS model. I've always thought the headlights were cool. Do you want to take it for a drive?" "Absolutely," I said before climbing into the car. It had been running long enough that the heater was quickly warming up the inside. Getting the seat as adjusted as I could, I did my seatbelt before flipping back my hood and shaking out my hair. "Oh it's you," Mike said sounding surprised. Turning to look at him, he appeared to have been in the middle of buckling his seatbelt when he came to a sudden stop. "Yep, it's me," I said. "No, I'm sorry," Mike said suddenly sounding flustered, "Jacob had pointed you and the blonde girl out one day as we were driving through the neighborhood. You were outside washing your jeep and your bikinis left him tongue tied. Then I saw you driving somewhere a couple of weeks ago and it took me a couple of moments to recognize you with blue hair." "Do you remember what color the bikini was?" I asked, "During the summer I seemed to be in one more often than regular clothes." If it got him to smile and forget his pain even for an instant, then him thinking about me mostly naked was worth it. "Dark blue with stars," he said quickly, "like your hair is now." "Wow," I said, "I must have made an impression for you to remember so vividly. Those stars are just outlines and really hard to see." Mike turned bright red as he realized that he'd been caught. "It's ok," I said smiling at him, "I wouldn't have been wearing it if I didn't want you to look. Do you need me to help you with getting your seatbelt on the rest of the way?" "What?" he said before realizing he was still holding the buckle in his hand, "Oh, god dammit." Finally fastening his seatbelt, it was nice to see him smile and laugh at himself. Putting the car into gear, I pulled out of the driveway and into the street. I drove the car around for about twenty minutes even though I had decided I was buying it about a minute after pulling out of the driveway. "I'll take it," I said pulling up in front of the house. "Great," Mike said, "The title is in the house if you want to come inside." Climbing out of the car, we went inside and I waited in the kitchen as Mike went to retrieve the title. "Here you go," he said coming from the back of the house, "I wrote up a bill of sale as well." "Awesome," I said pulling the envelope out of my pocket. Counting out the bills, I handed Mike his asking price. I wasn't about to try and haggle the price considering the circumstances behind the sale. "Mike," I said walking up to him and resting my hand on his chest, "I know it's not really any of my business, but have you talked to anyone about what happened?" "You're right," he said, "It's none of your business." "I'm sorry," I said, "I lost my parents a few months ago and it really helped me to talk about it with someone. I know that doesn't compare to your loss, but I can see you're hurting inside." "You sound like my sister," he said chuckling softly, "always trying to save the world. She's the only reason the house looks as good as it does. She keeps coming over and making me dinner and cleaning up the place." "Probably because she cares about you," I said, "and wants you to eat something other than Hungry Man TV dinners." "Yeah," he said shaking his head, "she gets pissed when she sees them in the freezer." Taking a piece of paper from the counter, I wrote Michelle's office number down. "Do me a favor," I said handing him the paper, "and give her a call. Please, I'm not asking you to commit to anything other than just giving it a try." "I'll think about it," he said looking down at the scrap of paper in his hand. "Thank you," I said tucking the title and keys into my pocket, "I promise to take good care of her." "Can I ask you something?" he said as I walked towards the door. "Sure." "Why do you care so much about me talking to someone?" he said, "You've never met me before today and will probably never see me again." "I spent ten years in a coma," I said, "and woke up to a completely different world only to lose my parents shortly afterwards. I know what it's like to be all alone in a room full of people and there are times when I still feel completely out of sync with the rest of the world. I'm only now finally starting to get my feet back under me and it feels good." "I'll give her a call," he said glancing at the paper again. "Thank you," I said pulling the door closed behind me. A quick visit to the state smog station and then to the DMV and the car was all mine. While I was at the DMV I took the time to update my address to the apartment as well. Deciding to continue my productivity for the day, I was able to get both the power put into my name and set up an appointment for the cable company to come out an hook things up. Swinging by the apartment complex to give them the utilities information, I was surprised to learn that my cheek had already cleared and I could get the keys. I'd have to remember that since I use the same bank as the complex, my checks would be clearing faster than normal. Holding the keys to the apartment in my hand, it was funny how heavy they felt. It was as if the seriousness of what I was doing had been transferred to those small pieces of metal. Slipping them on the ring with my car keys, I took a quick look around the apartment before heading back to the house. Pulling into the driveway, I parked next to Tiffany's car and headed inside. "Sara is that you?" Tiffany called from the kitchen as I headed down the hall. "Yeah Tiff it's me," I said not stopping. Going into my room, I wasn't ready to start packing just yet and honestly part of me was worried that Tiffany was going to command me to stay. I needed to get a hold of Elisa and see if there was a way to break Tiffany's control over me. I wasn't going to hold my breath on that thought though. I should probably just try and avoid her as much as possible until I was moved out. "How come you didn't call me last night?" Tiffany asked walking into the room, "Rob had to call me this morning and tell me about the accident." "You were at work," I said, "and you've got better things to do that worry about me. Besides, I was fine and just needed a ride home. I've pulled you away from work too many times already." "Isn't that for me to decide?" she said. "Sorry," I said feeling bad about not calling her. "Actually I'm the one who owes you an apology, two actually," she said, "I never should have told you to have sex with Jack or cut you off the other day. I never should have done that and I'm sorry." I could tell that she was sincere, but it doesn't change the fact that she did command me. "Why did you then?" I said, "I have no choice but to trust you not to abuse me and yet you do it twice." "I'm sorry," Tiffany said tears welling up in her eyes, "I'm so sorry. When you told us about Jack I was still all worked up from our phone call and wasn't thinking about how you would feel about it." "When you do that it's no different than what Gandalf did to me. You stripped away my free will for your entertainment," I said, "I still can't even raise my voice at either of you because of your command and why did you do that? Because you didn't want to hear me yell at Rob." Tiffany recoiled physically at my comparison of her to Gandalf. "I didn't realize," Tiffany said tears now streaming down her face, "I didn't think, I'm so sorry. Oh god this makes everything so much worse." "Makes what worse Tiffany?" I said, "How can my life possibly get any worse at this point? I already have a psychopath who wants to kill me and a boyfriend who's whoring me out on a bet. I'd really like to know how my life could possibly get any worse at this point." "When you fell asleep we stayed by your side for every moment that we could," she said, "We cooked the turkey and other stuff in the hopes maybe the aroma would wake you up. After the first few days, Jennifer showed up and all but kicked us out of the house, telling us we needed to get away and that she would keep an eye on you." "Ok well that explains some things," I said starting to feel bad for having assumed they celebrated Thanksgiving without me and then just abandoned me. "I'm not finished," she said, "Rob and I didn't go to Flagstaff. We flew up to Vegas and spent a few days up there." "So how does that make things worse?" I asked. "Sara," she said dropping down to her knees, "Oh god please don't hate me. Sara, Rob and I got married. We got really drunk and somehow wound up down at the courthouse and the next thing we realized we were married." Looking down at her I noticed the small diamond ring around the third finger of her left hand. "Oh," I said. I was in too much shock for any other reaction at this point. I was too stunned to be angry which I found somewhat ironic. "Well, congratulations I guess," I said quickly gathering up my stuff, "I've gotta go. I've got some things to take care of." Slipping into my jacket I made my way towards the front door. "Sara," Tiffany said, "I'm sorry." "I'll be back later," I said, "I have things to do and can't deal with this right now." Rob's ringtone filled the air and pulling out my phone I quickly read the text message. "Your new husband," I said holding up the phone with a strained smile on my face, "letting me know what time he's picking me up to pay off his bet. You've really got a keeper there." Jumping into the car I sped out of the driveway and away from the house. I had only driven for maybe five minutes when I had to pull over into a parking lot. I was having trouble seeing through the tears that were filling my eyes and running down my face. Shutting the engine off, I sat in the car and as much as I wanted to be angry at them for betraying me like that, I found that I couldn't. It didn't feel like I was being controlled, it was more the simple realization that Tiffany and Rob deserved to be happy and until I regained some measure of control over my own life it was not something I would find for myself. I sat there for maybe ten or so minutes, slowly pulling myself together, before I felt like I would be able to drive. Putting the car in gear I just started to drive with no real destination in mind. I drove around aimlessly for a while, just trying to lower my stress level, until I noticed a furniture store. I was in need of furniture for the apartment anyways, so I pulled in to take a look around. Going inside, I headed straight for the restroom and rinsed my face off with cold water before dragging a brush through my hair. Feeling human again, I made my way out onto the floor and started looking around. I was looking at a bedroom set when I heard footsteps approaching. "Can I help you Miss?" a man's voice said from behind me. "If I purchase something today how soon can I have it delivered?" I said turning around. He looked to be in his late thirties and was in khakis and a black polo shirt with the store logo on it. There was a name tag that read Chad pinned to his shirt. "It would be tomorrow afternoon at the earliest," he said, "The truck is already making its deliveries today." I really didn't want to go back to the house so I decided to see if I could offer him an incentive. "I'm in desperate need of a living room and a bedroom set as soon as possible," I said stepping right up to him and resting my hand on his cock, "Are you sure there isn't something I can do to get it delivered today?" I could feel his cock rapidly growing hard under my fingers and watched as he swallowed hard. "I'll tip the delivery guys twice their usual rate in cash," I said, "if you and I can come to some sort of oral agreement." Yes I know it was a cheesy line right out of a bad porno, but it got my point across. "Do you know which sets you want?" he asked his voice nearly cracking as his cock threatened to burst out of his pants. "I'd like this bedroom set in a queen size with the pillow top matress," I said gesturing to the set we were next to. Stepping away from him, I waited until he adjusted himself before heading to the living room set. He seemed to be in a bit of a daze as I told him which options I wanted, but the salesman in him was smart enough to write them down. "Let's go over to the office and I can write this up and I'll call the delivery guys," he said. "Lead the way," I said. Following him to the back of the store, he led me into the general manager's office as it seemed to be the only one without a glass wall. He quickly as possible entered the information about the sale into the computer and ran my card to complete the transaction. Once that was completed, he picked up the phone and called the delivery crew. "I'm impressed," I said once he was off the phone. As he had talked to the driver, I had gotten out of my chair and kneeled down in front of him. "With what?" he said as I undid his pants. With his pants undone, he lifted his hips up as I pulled them down to the floor. "You could have told them anything," I said wrapping my fingers around his cock and slowly stroking, "but you kept to the agreement. Now I'll keep up my part." The hard flesh felt warm in my hand as I ran my thumb over the head with each stroke. Lowering my head into his lap, I swirled my tongue around the head before taking the shaft into my mouth. "Oh fuck," he groaned as my lips pressed against the soft skin and I started to move my head. Feeling the skin moving over the hard flesh underneath is always one of my favorite parts of having a guys cock deep in my mouth. Keeping one hand around the base of his shaft and one resting on his thigh, I moved my head in a steady rhythm as I enjoyed the sounds of his moans. Sliding my hand from his thigh I began to massage his balls, causing his cock to jump in my mouth. Caressing the heavy sack in my hand, I felt his cock swell and grow even harder under my tongue. Casting my eyes upwards, I saw that his head was thrown back and he had a white knuckle grip on the arms of the chair. Lifting my head off his cock, I began to stroke him as I ran my tongue along his shaft before taking his sack into my mouth. Using my tongue I rolled the heavy balls around in my mouth, sucking gently the whole time. "Oh god," he moaned, "that feels so fucking good." "Does your girlfriend suck your cock like this?" I said running my tongue over every inch of his sack. "I wish," he said, "She hates oral sex." "Then she's an idiot," I said before dropping my mouth down over his shaft again. Sucking hard and fast, I knew that he wasn't going to last much longer. Paying attention to his body, I felt him tense up as he suppressed a loud moan just before the first blast of his cum splashed against the back of my throat. He quickly filled my mouth and I knew just by the sheer volume it had been a long time since he had cum so I made sure to get every drop. I had to swallow repeatedly before it finally stopped and I was able to lick him clean. Squeezing the last drops from his cock, I picked them up with my tongue before making a show of savoring the flavor as he watched me. "There we go," I said as I got to my feet, "not a drop spilled so there's nothing to clean up." "Damm that was fantastic," he said as he barely pulled himself upright in the chair, "It feels like you sucked the life out of me." "Well a succubus has to eat too," I said smiling down at him. It was a struggle to hold back the laughter at the sudden widening of his eyes as I walked out of the room. Apparently some part of him thought I was serious despite the obvious lack of wings or a tail, although it certainly would explain a lot. I still had a couple of hours before the furniture would show up so I decided to hit Target to start grabbing some essentials for the apartment. Transformation Ch. 15 Essentials, maybe a better term would be essentially everything in the store. I somehow managed to fill the trunk, the back seat, and the passenger seat before I realized what time it was and had to haul ass to the complex. Fortunately I made it to the apartment just as the truck was pulling up and was able to have the apartment unlocked by the time they were parked and ready to unload. The two guys unloading the truck were both very tasty looking and I seriously considered breaking in my new bed with the two of them. It wasn't until I heard one talking about his wife and new baby at home that I decided against it. They both helped me get the furniture set up exactly how I wanted it and I made sure I paid them more than the initial deal. I had just thrown the sheets into the washer when there was a knock on my door. The furniture guys had just left so I figured one of them must have left something behind. Looking through the peephole I was a bit surprised to see Morgana standing on my doorstep looking exactly the same as she did in the restaurant. "I was wondering when you were going to show up," I said opening the door. "I wanted to see if you were going to break out on your own or not," she said stepping into the apartment, "Your future is always in flux so I never know what's going to happen. Do you want me to help you put everything away? It would literally be no effort at all." "Thanks, but no," I said closing the door, "I've had enough of people meddling with my life." "Understandable," she said sitting on the couch, "So did you decide how I should punish Gandalf? I assume Vancouver opened your eyes for you." "You could say that," I said, "Considering the monster he's created in Heather and everything else he's done to me and everyone else how can anything short of death be an option." "I was afraid you might say that," she said, "and I'm willing to go to that extreme but there is something you should know first. Our powers and every use of them are directly tied to our personal life force. Now I can probably, and I mean probably, use my powers to protect you, but every change Gandalf has made over the eons would be irrevocably reversed. The world you know would be gone, and even if I could protect you, who knows what the repercussions would be." "Fuck me," I said grabbing a piece of the counter to steady myself. The implications of undoing everything Gandalf had ever done was simply mind boggling. "There are other options, that for him, would be worse than death," she said. "Like what?" I asked. "I want you to think on it," she said standing up, "and I'll be back to talk about it. You're creative and I have no doubt you'll think of something." I'm not sure exactly what I was expecting, but when she vanished she was simply gone. There was no flash of light, no snazzy dissolve to make a Hollywood director jealous, she was simply there one instant and gone the next. "Son of a bitch," I said looking around the apartment. Everything I'd just bought was put away and there was even a cable box hooked up to the monstrous flat screen sitting on the entertainment center. I swear the thing was bigger than I was tall and was certainly not the TV I bought. The apartment seemed to be as set up as it could be, but none of my stuff from the house had been brought over. Walking into my bedroom, the bed was made and the shower curtain and towels were hanging in the bathroom. Opening the closet door, I was actually surprised to only find a single dress bag hanging inside and not all of my clothes. Pulling the bag out of the closet, I laid it on the bed and opened it. The dress was probably the most expensive thing I'd ever held in my hands. The material felt amazing between my fingers and I had no doubt it would fit like a second skin. Setting the dress down, I pulled out a pair of matching shoes and a small bag containing matching black lingerie with stockings and a garter belt. Apparently Morgana was saving me the time of going shopping for Saturday night. I strongly considered staying the night at the apartment, but other than the dress and what I was wearing I didn't have any other clothes. Tiffany's car wasn't in the driveway when I got back to the house and fortunately Rob's truck was no where to be seen. The echo as I closed the door confirmed that the house was empty, but as I set my bag on the kitchen table I saw the paperwork from the apartment complex and a note from Tiffany. 'We need to talk' was all it said in big black letters. I hadn't intended to tell her just yet, but since the cat was out of the bag I might as well get it over with. Part of me wanted to just leave everything behind and just buy new clothes, but I had too many things from my old life that I would miss. Going out to the garage, I found a couple of boxes that I could put my stuff in and started packing my room up. I felt like I was moving in slow motion as I picked up the trinkets I had accumulated over the past few months living in the house. It wasn't much, but each item had a connection to Tiffany or Rob and I couldn't help but to hold it and think of the memories attached. I had maybe half a box packed when I heard Tiffany pull into the driveway. In truth after earlier today I wasn't sure if this was going to be a fight or a peaceful conversation. Either way after today I doubted my relationship with Tiffany would ever be the same. I could hear her moving through the house; dropping her keys on the table, placing her sunglasses next to them, and all the other little things I'd watched her do dozens of times. It's funny, I still cared for Tiffany just as deeply as I ever had and yet I knew that I couldn't stay. "Sara," Tiffany said softly standing at the open doorway. "Yeah Tiff come on in," I said. My hands dropped into the box as I held the ticket stub for a KISS concert that we had attended. "Sara," she asked, "what's going on? Why do you have a rental agreement for an apartment?" "I'm moving out," I said, "Since the moment I woke up I've been leaning on you and everyone else so much that I've forgotten how to stand on my own two feet." "I don't mind you leaning on me," Tiffany said. The fact I could see her ringing her hands told me just how upset she really was. "I know, but it's not fair to you," I said, "You've helped and guided me in more ways than I ever thought possible and I will never be able to repay you for that. Tiffany I love you, and as much as it's going to hurt, I still need to go. If nothing else, so you and Rob can have a clean start without all of my distractions." "What about Heather?" she said, "That psychotic bitch is still out there and hunting you." "I know and if I move out," I said, "it lowers the chance of you getting caught up as collateral damage." Putting the box down, I walked over to Tiffany and took her into my arms. "Please don't go," Tiffany said her lip trembling. "I have to Tiffany," I said, "I have to stand up on my own." We stood there just holding each other for a while when something occurred to me. "Do you love Rob? I mean I know you married him, but that could be put off to how drunk you were. So I'm asking, do you love him?" "Yes, I do," she said smiling despite the tears streaming down her face. "Then be happy with him," I said, "Be happy and know you helped give me the hand up I needed to get started with my life." "I still don't want you to leave," she said nuzzling my neck. "I'm not going that far away," I said, "Besides, now you have a place to go when Rob decides to put his head up his ass." "So you should expect me over all the time then," she said chuckling, "I'm sorry about the bullshit with the bet. He didn't mention anything about it to me, so when you bit his head off it was the first I'd heard of it. I suppose in truth, I should be the one paying off the bet." "No Tiffany," I said, "It's not really the bet itself that pissed me off because let's face it, it's just another cock. What pissed me off was him doing it without any input from me. Had I been awake and he'd asked me about it, we both know I would have said yes and then paid it off without a thought. It's the utter lack of control over my own life that's brought this on." "Yeah that makes sense," she said, "I still don't like it, but I understand. Can I at least help you pack and get set up?" "That would be great if I had anything left to set up," I said, "Morgana paid me a visit earlier and despite what I said, she put away and organized everything I bought. All I have left is the stuff here." "And what did the smurf bitch have to say?" she said the venom in her voice clear. "I told her I wanted Gandalf dead," I said. "Good, so is he dead?" she asked. "No, she wanted me to come up with something else," I said shaking my head, "She claims if he dies, it reverses every change he's ever made." "Do you think she's lying?" she asked. "I'm not sure, but I really don't have much other choice than to believe her do I?" I said. "No, I suppose you don't," she said changing the subject, "Do you want me to get some suitcases from the garage for your clothes?" "That would be great, and thanks," I said. We spent the next couple of hours packing up my room and going through the clothes in my closet. We couldn't help but laugh at some of the things I had brought home from the hospital and we started a pile of stuff to take to Goodwill. I also came across a couple of skirts and some t-shirts that I would have to remember having. It felt good to laugh and be goofy with Tiffany again and by the time we had everything together it was past midnight. Without it even being mentioned, as soon as the last box was taped shut we both walked in Tiffany's room and undressed. Climbing into bed, I think we both had the intention of making love as we curled around each other. Unfortunately our bodies had other ideas as we didn't get past a gentle kiss before the emotional exhaustion of the day took its toll and we both passed out. Waking up the next morning to an empty bed, I found Tiffany in the kitchen already showered and dressed. "Sorry I didn't get you up," she said as I entered the kitchen, "but you slept right through my alarm so I figured you needed the rest." "It's ok," I said, "I haven't been sleeping well lately so you're probably right. What time is it anyways?" "Almost ten," she said, "Why don't you catch a shower and we'll take your stuff over. I want to check out your new place." "Thank you for being ok with this," I said. "I'd be lying if I said I was totally happy about this," she said, "but if your complex has a sufficient number of hot guys you might change my mind." "Well I've already met one," I said heading down the hallway to my room. "Why am I not surprised?" Tiffany yelled after me. My shower was quick and I spent more time digging clothes to wear out of the boxes than I did under the water. Finally cleaned up and dressed we packed up the last of my bathroom stuff before loading the cars. "I like it," Tiffany said standing in my new bedroom, "and I really like your patio. I expect you'll be using that a lot." We had only grabbed a couple of small boxes to bring up at first as I wanted to show the place off. "That was pretty much the deciding factor for this place," I said, "One place I checked out there was a guy jerking off on his balcony." Tiffany's mouth dropped open and instead of speaking she just shook her head and laughed to herself. Heading back downstairs, we got both of the cars unloaded and we were in the process of putting my clothes away when Tiffany yelled from inside my closet, "Where in the hell did this come from?" I was pretty sure what she was talking about and when she came out with the dress bag my suspicion was confirmed. "A present from Morgana," I said, "Apparently she decided to save me the time of having to go shopping for Saturday. There is a bag in there with lingerie as well." "So which one are you planning to wear?" Tiffany said. "What do you mean?" "There's two dresses in here," she said, "a red one and a black one. There's also two bags and two sets of shoes." Pulling out the lingerie bags, I saw the the lingerie matched the dresses, one black and the other red. "The black one was only one in there yesterday," I said. "So I guess I'm going with you on Saturday after all," she said. "Tiffany." "Nope," she said, "He's going to learn not to write checks he can't cash. What time is he supposed to pick you up?" "Nine o'clock," I said. "I'll tell you what," she said, "Tell him you decided to drive yourself and will meet them at the restaurant. That way when we both show up it'll be too late to make a scene." "You do know I wasn't planning to include him?" I asked. "Oh I know," she said, "He told me you were planning to torture him by forcing him to just sit and watch." "Doesn't it kind of defeat the purpose if you go along?" "Him and I being married doesn't change the fact we both still consider you our girlfriend," she said, "So instead of his girlfriend paying off his bet he's going to have to watch his girlfriend and his wife pay it off." "Tiffany," I said sitting on the bed, "I was planning on ending it with Rob after I'd fucked this guy. Hell I don't even know his name and I'm going to let him fuck me." "His name's Nathan," she said sitting next to me and taking my hand, "and I had a feeling you were going to do something like that." "For the first time since I woke up he made me feel like I was completely worthless," I said, "Like I was nothing more than a thing to be used and thrown away." "I've heard worse reasons to break up with someone," she said, "I just hope it doesn't fuck up our relationship." "Honestly that's going to depend on two things," I said. " And what's that?" she asked. "First Rob has to understand he's no longer welcome in my bed, even if you're in it," I said. "And the second thing?" "That you never use your ability to control me in any way what so ever," I said as serious as I had ever been, "I don't care if you could stop me from making the stupidest mistake of my entire life. That mistake is mine to make. I'm dead serious. If you use your ability, you'll never see me again." "I understand," she said, "and I'm sorry we've gotten to the point you even need to say that." "So am I," I said before we got back to putting the rest of my stuff away. I didn't see Tiffany again until Saturday afternoon when we met at the salon to get our hair and nails done. Before she left the apartment, we decided she would wear the red dress since the black one worked better with my blue hair. There are times when I still shake my head in disbelief at how much my life has changed. I mean seriously, who would have ever imagined me giving a fuck what color anything went better with my hair. When I called Rob to give him the new plan, I made sure he put my name down for the room so I could pick up the key and to let him know they had to be cleared out of the room at least ninety minutes ahead of time so I could get ready. I figured since it was going to be a long night, we might as well take our stuff up to the room ahead of time so we wouldn't have to worry about it. I don't know if Tiffany had said something or if he'd heard me mention it, but I found it funny that Rob got a room at the Hilton in downtown Phoenix. Tiffany and I got to the hotel in plenty of time and as instructed the room was vacant when I keyed us in. Sometimes it turns out you're not actually as smart as you like to think you are. Standing in the middle of that hotel room, I had to have Tiffany help me put on the lingerie as everything seemed like it was backwards. Stockings, garter belt, and the matching g-string were all we had on under our dresses. As for the dresses themselves, they were a halter style with a neckline plunging below my belly button and nonexistent back they left little to the imagination as the hem barely reached the middle of my thigh. A tiny matching clutch purse It was time for us to go upstairs to the restaurant and I wanted to give Tiffany another chance to change her mind. "Tiffany," I said, "you don't have to do this." "Actually Sara I do," she said taking my hands, "Both Rob and I hurt you by making choices without thinking how they might impact you. I'm looking at tonight as my penance for acting without thinking." "Are you worried how Rob might react?" I asked. "Not really," she said smiling, "It's not like this will be the first time he's seen me fuck another guy and I seriously doubt it will be the last." "True, but this is the first time he doesn't get to play as well," I said, "Trust me, in his head it's a completely different thing." "I know," she said, "and him and I are going to have a long talk tomorrow I'm sure, but that's tomorrow." "I just don't want you to do something you'll regret later on," I said. "I won't," she said smiling, "Now let's go make some jaws drop." Picking up her small clutch off the table, she opened the door and motioned for me to follow. "Works for me," I said as we left the room. Taking the elevator up to the restaurant level, we did indeed cause a couple of jaws to drop as we stepped out into the waiting area. "Can I help you ladies?" the host asked as we approached the podium. "Yes," Tiffany said, "we're meeting my husband and a friend of his here. The name is Robert Daniels." "Oh," he said looking down at his seating chart, "he told me they were only expecting one more person." "That's because they are only expecting one more," she said, "I'm going to be a bit of a surprise." "I see," he said his eyebrows lifted, "right this way please." Following the host through the restaurant I saw Rob before he spotted us and drew great pleasure from watching as his eyes shot open when he saw Tiffany at my side. His were certainly not the only pair of eyes following us across the room. It definitely didn't hurt that the dresses clung to every curve and left very little to the imagination. Sitting next to Rob was who I gathered to be Nathan. Watching his eyes widen when Rob pointed us out was enough to bring a smile to my face and seeing him unconsciously pull at his collar made it obvious he didn't like wearing the suit. His face and hands were tan from years of working in the Arizona sun, causing his bright green eyes to stand out. Getting to his feet, he quickly moved around the table and pulled my chair out. "Please," he said holding my chair, "allow me." "Such a gentleman," I said as I slid into the chair. "Tiffany," Rob said as Tiffany took her seat, "what are you doing here?" "Getting ready to enjoy a good meal with my husband," she said, "and supporting my best friend when her boyfriend is an idiot." "Wait a second," Nathan said, "Your wife and your girlfriend not only know each other, but are best friends?" "Sara and I were lovers before Rob came along," Tiffany said, "and getting married wasn't exactly something we planned." The appearance of the waiter brought the conversation to an abrupt end as we all placed our drink orders and the long island iced tea that would be arriving shortly sounded perfect. "Dude, seriously," Nathan said once the drinks had arrived, "What's your secret? How in the hell did you get these two insanely hot women?" As I listened to Rob begin to try and explain things to Nathan, it seemed almost as if a veil had lifted. I've been so determind to strike out on my own, but I was still sitting here with the intention of letting Nathan fuck me. Why? It wasn't because I wanted to. Nathan was a good looking enough guy don't get me wrong, but the only reason I was here was because Rob said I had to fuck him. Despite my anger about the situation I was still giving Rob what he wanted. Truly the only thing stopping me from leaving was myself.