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Thanks as always to crudebuster and Theromen for their help beta reading. This chapter contains futa/female, transformation, feminization, BDSM, oral Club Vanilla Chapter 10 Finding Mr. Right I like to think I've done pretty well for myself. I managed to go to college and earn my degree. I've got a good job where I'm valued for my people skills, and even though some people don't understand that I can't solve every problem they have, I think I've done well for myself. I earned my job, I didn’t just get it because I slept with the boss. I even have my own house. Well, it's my parents but they gave it to me, their only daughter when they went to retire in the islands. Sure I didn't have a guy, yet, but that was a work in progress. Yep, just about everything was working out fine. Except for my car. Ever since I bought that hunk of junk I swear to god it's been nothing but trouble. First it was one thing and then another. Of course I don't know anything about cars. I’m not a mechanic. I have a degree in business, and I work in human resources! Of course there was no rental car option, and I was not going to spend a hundred and twenty dollars a day to rent a car. So I had no other option but to sit and wait at the bus stop with all of the other people. One of then was even smoking a cigarette. I was forced in the cramped bus shelter with him and about six other people because it was pouring outside, just my luck. He wasn’t even blowing the smoke out. That was when a car drove up. I wondered what she was waiting for, the light was green. Then she honked. I didn't think it was for me. I mean I hadn’t seen the car before. The driver kept waving over in my direction until I finally got out, into the rain, to see what the hell she wanted. Thank god I had an umbrella. As the window rolled down I peered in to see just who it was. I knew I recognized this blonde from somewhere. "What the hell was taking you?" she asked. I looked at her for a moment, trying to remember her. She seemed so familiar but it wasn't ringing a bell. "I think it’s starting to rain. Besides, I didn't think you were talking to me," I said honestly, still trying to put a name with the face. "Are you taking the bus Julie?" she asked, and it was kind of a silly question. Of course I was taking the bus, I didn't just stand out in the rain with a smoker for the fun of it. "Yeah, my car is in the shop, again," I said, rolling my eyes. "Well hop in," she unlocked the car door, and I glanced at it. "I don't know," who the heck was she? It was driving me nuts. "Aww come on, I still owe you one for getting me this job. Besides, I was going to go to the club and I could use a wingman. And I made a deal with Loli Anne, this night I've got you," she said. Club, okay I know her from the club. I got her the job at CompuGlobalHyperMegaNet, and she made a deal with Anne...God it was right on the tip of my tongue... "Oh, yeah, that's right Jen," I knew I recognized her. It wasn't that I didn't know her that well, or hadn't seen her in a long time. It was just that I hadn't seen her outside of the club. Inside she was, well, different, just like me. She four breasts to start off with, and dicknipples on top of them. Plus I think she regressed her age, or maybe she was wearing less makeup, because she looked older. Not old, but older. I know that must sound catty to say, but I look a lot younger in there too. "So jump in," she said, patting the seat next to her. "Well, it beats the bus." I said, jumping in. I must have soaked her car seat. It was really pouring that night. "It'll be fun, and I'll drop you off at home when we finish up at the club," she said with a wink. "Oh uh Jen, I don't know uh, you know, if we're gonna hit it off or anything," What did she think I was, a cheap floozy? "Oh relax, I don't want to get in your pants honey, well skirt anyway. I like guys, even if Tom likes to switch sides every once and a while. When I saw you standing there I just figured I owed you one. Besides I could use a drink, I swear to god CompuGlobalHyperMegaNet's system needed an overhaul from the bottom up, while keeping everything working. It's near impossible, but thankfully they have moi taking care of everything," she said, ever so humble. I managed to keep my eyes from rolling. "Well whatever voodoo that you do so well, keep it up, because it makes me look great for hiring you," I said with a chuckle, trying to lighten up the mood.. "Oh I will. Probably going to be boring tonight though. Usually there isn't much action going on a Tuesday. Maybe Tom will be there," she said, tussling her hair at the red light. Together they made an odd pair. I wonder if they ever wound up with an odd number of tits or dicks? "Oh hey, want to get a coffee? I'm feeling kind of burnt out." "Sure I could use a caffeine buzz," I said. I didn't feel like drinking tonight, especially on an empty stomach. But a cup of java was just what I needed. "I'm just gonna pull in here, I don't want to go through the drive through since I've got to use the little girl's room. I don't think I'm going to be able to hold out,” she said as she pulled up to some coffee place. I saw it every day but I never went there before. It looked nice from the outside. "What do you want?" I asked, closing the car door behind me. "Oh just a medium regular, I don't want to be up all night," she said, waiting long enough at the entrance to hold the door open for me before she ran into the bathroom. I got to the counter and made the order. It was a nice little low key place, sort of relaxed. It had some nice music on, some instrumental thing that sounded like it was ancient music from China or something. Honestly just having a person there to make the coffee was a treat, instead of using the machines that never seemed to serve it right. Besides at least at a place like this you could get a fresh cup. "Hey, what’s going on there?" I asked, looking at a guy next to me. He was cute. I mean he had a nice body too, skinny but not too skinny, with some muscles but not some body builder either. Just what I like. But he was cute, even if his brown hair was a little too long, and he wore glasses. Nobody wore glasses anymore, unless they were a fashion statement. But hey, there was nothing wrong with a little flirting is it? "Oh not much, say do I know you from somewhere?" he asked, smiling as he looked at my face. "I don't think so, but maybe we could change that," I returned the smile with one of my own. I couldn't tell if I was being too forward or if I was being sexy. I was tired and maybe I was needy. Then again he seemed to be enjoying it, so was it wrong to give it a shot. I mean ‘do I know you from somewhere’ is a classic line. Besides, I'd go out on a date with him for sure. "Well, I think I'd really like that," he said, was he the one playing hard to get? He seemed nervous, like he wasn't sure of himself. "If you've got some time, maybe we could get a cup of coffee," I said, just in time for the lady to drop off the two cups of coffee in front of me, "I mean, another time. I'm afraid I've got to go soon, I'm going to a club with a friend of mine." "You're going to a club, I, oh that's where," he said, it was kind of strange. His eyes lit up like he just remembered something really really important. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I've got to get going. Sorry to bother you." "You weren't bothering me at all," I tried to say, watching him pack up all of his stuff. “You sure you have to get going?” "Oh yeah sorry. It was nice meeting you, have a good day," he said politely, but there was something wrong. Like he didn't want to tell me something important. Did I do something to him or what? Finally there's a cute guy in the world, in the real world, outside of the fantasyland of the club, and I start flirting, things go off well, and then BAM! He runs away like I have two heads. "Yeah you too," I said as he walked out the exit. Didn't even get a chance to get his number. Damn. Well, at least the coffee was good. "Hey, who was that?" Jen asked, ticking her head towards the brunette guy now driving off. "Don't know. Started flirting and we were going fine, and then all of a sudden he got spooked and ran off," I shrugged, grabbing my coffee and heading towards the exit. "What did you say to him?" she asked. "Nothing really, I was just saying that we should get to know each other, and have a cup of coffee sometime. Then he suddenly decided to get up and leave. Do I have something on my teeth, or a pimple or something?” I asked, waiting for her to check. When she didn’t I forgot it and continued, “Oh well, maybe I'll have better luck at the club," I said with a sigh as I got into the car. "Well if you don't I can give you some help," she said, climbing in and starting her car. "I don't need a pity screw. Besides I thought you said you like guys," I know she said that. "I do, but it doesn't mean that I don't know a few people. Maybe I can fix you up with someone, who knows. I can look at least," she said, turning off onto the street in the general direction of the club. The rest of the car ride was pretty boring. I don't mean that Jen is a boring person, but she's one of those people who always have something going wrong, whether it's work, family, or personal life, it’s all too much for me sometimes. I've got my own problems, and I just try to deal with them. I mean we're, I don't know if you'd say friends, but friendly. Still, I didn't have to hear about how her sister is being a bitch to her mom, or how the intern they gave her is making puppy dog eyes at the boy from shipping. Sometimes I wonder how Tom deals with her, but he's got his own set of...issues. I mean gender bending double dicks is a little out there. Plus he can get emotional when he changes into a futa. I don’t know if I could really understand that. I mean I changed into a futa, and I guess they are calling it a gender, but honestly, I just grew a dick. I look the same, mostly, but he’s going to change his whole body around. That just sounded strange. But we got to the club quick enough. The place didn't seem too busy. I don't know if it's the best way to tell how many people are there, but usually if there are more smokers out front, then there's more people inside. Thank god they make them smoke outside, I can't stand the cigar bars. "Hey Julie, Jen," came the deep voice of a large African doorman. "Oh hey Sue," I said, checking her out. She wanted to be a new man today, and he was looking pretty nice. A little too tall and muscle-bound for me, but I wouldn't kick him out of bed. Then again he had a job to do as a bouncer, so I guess it made sense. "You girls coming in here as a couple? Don't think I've seen you together before," she asked, holding the door open. "No not a couple, Sue, You know me, I like dick," Jen said with a chuckle. She wasn't quite the shy type, but after having Loli Anne crawl up into me in front of over a hundred people, well, I guess I couldn't say I was the modest type either. Still, there was a difference, wasn’t there? "If I remember Julie is usually packing a pretty big one, or sometimes two," Sue let out a chorus of deep laughs at that one, and I had to grin. I couldn’t tell if being known for having a big dick was good or not. "I don't care if she's packing a python bigger than yours Sue, I just like guys. Of course toying with the girls every now and than can be fun, but no, just guys. Even when Tom decides to go out as a futa, there’s just something guys know about fucking that women don’t. I think its instinct, but I don’t really know. Well maybe sometime I'll let you play along with me Sue," she said with a wink. "At least you look like a guy." I shook my head and just walked into the waiting area. Just as I peeked in I saw the furry ears of Elizabeth turn around the corner, leading a group of Elves towards the main club, led of course by that svelte little Elven minx Linwe. If that's her real name, which I pretty much doubt. "Julie, you should come! We're going to LARP in the group room!" she said, hoisting her sword. "Yeah, that’s okay, thanks anyway," I couldn't imagine how this would end well. I wasn’t quite sure what a LARP was, but that looked like a real sword. I imagine everyone would either wind up getting cut or wind up laid. Knowing her tentacle monster boyfriend Dan, chances are maybe both. "No you should totally come. We've got an extra suit of Elven chain mail that nobody's using. We're going to recreate the battle of the bulge, but with Elves and Dwarves! Oh and Dan of course," she said with a wink. "No that's okay, seriously, I'm not in the mood for much today. I'm just coming to say hi," I didn't want to sound like a bitch but that sounded like the opposite of something I'd want to do. Then again I figured this way Lin’s way of being nice. "Well if you change your mind, let me know," she said, shrugging her shoulders. Her "chain mail" which was more like a bikini top of mesh metal almost fell off, exposing what little of her petite breasts weren't already hanging out. Not that she cared too much. "We'll be in the group room." "I'll keep that in mind, thanks," I said, trying to hold up a smile. "Nice job of avoiding that," Elizabeth said, or maybe I should say that she purred. She seemed to have this animal way of saying everything. Not like growling, but more, sexy, I guess. "Thanks. Got time for me?" I asked hopefully. I didn't want to deal with Billie right now. Not that she was mean, she was simply short. Like she was an overworked doctor, well, then again maybe she was… "Of course, come on," she said, waving a furry arm towards the back rooms. Other than the brightness of the light, I made it to the 'transformation room' with no problems. "So who do you want to be today? Don't see any costume, can I guess you're not going to be a schoolgirl?" she asked, unable to hide a toothy grin. "No, I guess not. Uh, geez, I didn't plan on coming here at all," I said, realizing I was still in my office clothes. I mean it was a nice dress shirt and skirt, but nothing spectacular. I dress for comfort, but I have to follow the dress code too. Of course, I didn't want to mess things up either, which meant no lactation. "Well what do you think? Sorry if I seem impatient, but I want to take my break soon. We're going to test some new machine today, and I've got to be there," she said, rolling her eyes. "New machine? What’s it do?" that sounded interesting. "It's a portable computer terminal that's supposed to be able to use nanorobots make changes to a person on the cellular level in real time," she said, tapping a new shiny white box next to her. "Uh...does what now?" I looked at it. Like I said, it was shiny and new, but other than that I couldn't tell what she was talking about. I'm not a complete newbie but I don't get the hard computer stuff. "Basically we can transform people as they're, you know, acting out a scene, or having sex, or, well whatever they want to do," she said, looking at it with a disapproving glare. "That sounds like it'd be really fun to use," I was just sitting there imagining all of the uses you could do with it. Make breasts grow in real time before they lactate, or a cock grow and rip panties off, make someone shrink and regress their age like Loli Anne, or... "Well if you want maybe you can come and watch," she suggested. "Oh are you sure?" I didn't want to peek in on someone's lovemaking session. "Oh I'm sure, these two want an audience. There weren't any takers. Not that it's their fault, there's like fifteen people here tonight, staff included," Elizabeth said with a shrug. "I could use the company. So anyway, do you think you can figure out what you want to do soon, please?" she added at the end, smiling. I know that smile, it's the 'I don't want to deal with you right now, please leave'. That's okay, I've been there so many times dealing with people at my job. "Okay, just make me a futa, and younger, I don't know, like, early twenties maybe. Maybe make my breasts bigger, but not like, humongous," I asked. She nodded and went to it as I sat down on the chair. I didn't think she was angry with me, more than just tired and wanted to get going. I took a deep breath, feeling the massaging vibrations of the change. It always felt strange, even now. There was only the feeling of my clit growing outward, or maybe I should say it is growing inward. I don't know how to describe it really, it is longer, but at the same time it's not growing out, like hanging out like guys, it's inside of me like a clit, just one that grows really REALLY long inward. And then there were my breasts. They grew so slowly it felt great, like every inch of my breasts tingled with sensation, like a million feathers were tickling it from the inside out. This time I didn't have the usual milk in a jug feeling, but it felt great nevertheless. Then the rest of my body started to tingle, and I knew that whatever the nanobots do to regress my age was changing my body. A lot of the time I would go as a sixteen year old, or even younger, but this felt nice. I mean I'm not even thirty yet, but still, doesn't every guy want a younger woman? I don't know, but I just felt hotter being younger. Smoother, softer skin, no wrinkles, even without makeup. And then as quickly as it stared, it ended. I looked in the mirror, admiring the changes. I don't know if it's wrong of me, but I always get a little turned on by the transformation. Not just that my breasts are growing and my clit is expanding and everything, but the change itself, the idea of changing back aroused me. "What do you think?" Liz asked, pulling back the little doctor's curtain. "Purrfect," I said with a wink. "Oh you," she said, shaking her head disapprovingly. "Okay, off you go, I'm officially on break now. If I can find you later, I'll invite you to the little show," she said, waving me off. "It's not with Lin and Dan is it?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. I don’t know if I could put up with much more of Lin and her…quirks... "Oh GOD no, I don't think I could deal with those two. Well maybe Dan but not Lin. Every time she's in here she tries to fuck me, and says the same stupid ‘Can I see the pussy’s pussy?’ joke. Anyway, what are you doing in the waiting room? Get going and try to find yourself some pussy. Or some dick," she said with a laugh, closing the door behind me. "I'm still waiting for you to come out!" I shouted through the door, wondering if she heard it or laughed. "What's she coming out for?" Jen asked. She almost gave me a heart attack. "Where did you come from?" I asked, trying to keep my skeleton inside of my skin. "I was with Billie, got out about ten seconds before you did," she said, waving her hands over her dress. That was a nice skimpy black dress too, backless with little straps, it looked almost transparent. Then again, it was the only one I've seen that was designed for four breasts, and I’ll just say larger than normal nipples. Still, it looked nice on her, if not a little strange. “Well, let’s just go out,” I said, trying to calm myself down. Is it too much to have people not just come up to you like that? “I could use a drink,” Jen said, leading the way out towards the bar. Elizabeth wasn’t kidding, the place was dead. And I don’t mean just slow, I mean dead. I wondered if everyone was watching Lin and her…acting troupe. “Hey there beautiful, can I buy you a drink?” came a sweet and sexy voice from behind. “Well sure you can, I, oh,” I said disappointedly as I saw the oddly feminine features of Tom come from behind, grabbing two of Jen’s breasts. Too bad he didn’t have four arms…actually with those two, there wasn’t a good reason to suggest it. “Well hello,” Jen said, placing her hands on top of his own feminine ones. I could see her dick nipples growing, getting harder…oh geez, get a room. I just let them grope each other, they were practically by themselves anyway. “Can I get a…” I began to ask “Sex on the beach, coming up,” The bartender said, going to work as quickly and efficiently as ever. “I’m sorry Julie but I gotta run. I’ll find you when I’m ready to go though, don’t worry,” she said, waving her fingers as she practically ran to the rooms out back. Geez guys don’t overdo it or anything. “It’s on her tab,” I said, taking a sip. “MMM it’s delicious.” “Glad you like it,” she said, nodding. “Hey, can I ask you a question,” I asked, leaning in as if it were a secret. “You can ask me but there’s no guarantee I’ll answer,” she shot back, raising an eyebrow. “How in the world do you remember that I like a ‘sex on the beach’, after just my first visit? I mean it’s amazing. I used to go to a bar in college, and the ditsy chick couldn’t even remember my order long enough to pour it,” I said, taking another sip. It felt so good after a stressful day. “Oh, that. I have an eidetic memory; I remember things about people perfectly. I don’t even know your name, but I could tell you every outfit you’ve ever worn here, every person I’ve ever seen you talk to,” she said, shrugging with a smile. “That’s so cool,” I said, imagining what I’d do with those powers. “No, not really,” she said, shaking her head for emphasis. “How could it be bad?” it was almost like having a super power. “You ever have a boyfriend? You ever remember every single thing that he did, every little pet peeve or lie or mistake? And then when you get in a fight you can read back everything he said, verbatim, in the same way he said it, with the same effort and inflection?” she paused. “Not fun.” “Oh,” I said. That shut me up. “Now its time for me to ask you a question,” she said, leaning on her elbows towards me. “What is it?” I asked, a little nervously. “Who is that girl who’s been watching you since you’ve got in? Well, she’s been watching you, but she hasn’t been watching you,” the bartender asked. I peeked over my shoulder and caught a look at Claire. Our eyes met for a brief moment before we both averted each other’s looks. “Shit,” I said, craning my head back. I poured the drink down, before lifting the glass. “That your ex?” she asked, whipping me up another one. “No, we work together, it’s a thing,” I said, taking the new glass as I set to work emptying it. “Maybe you should go work it out,” she suggested. “Oh no, that’s, that’s a mistake,” I took a large pull from that drink. “Why?” she asked. “Well, because…I mean we didn’t get along, well no not really, but we work together, and you see,” I said, trying to come up with a cohesive argument against talking to her. “And what?” she asked, raising her eyebrows. “Yeah, maybe I should go talk to her,” I said, finishing that drink extra quick. “Can I get another one, for courage?” I asked. “Of course. Here,” she said, handing me another one of mine, and a Martian Mudslinger, “That’s her favorite drink.” I took a deep breath before walking over to Claire. The bar area had some tables, usually there were a few people at the bar stools, and a person or two at the tables, but I never saw too many people there. Then again with everything you could do at this place, I wouldn’t have guessed just sitting down would be much of an option. And besides, there were more comfortable couches in the lounge by the pool tables. “Hello Claire,” I said, standing in front of her. “Julie,” she said, flipping a page on the electronic pad that she was reading. “Look, uh,” I said, trying to come up with something to say. “If you don’t mind I’m just waiting for someone. I’m not trying to compete for the table, you win,” she said sarcastically. Okay, good place to start. I took a deep breath and waited before I spoke. “Look, Claire, I’m sorry, okay? I was drunk, and I’m just sorry,” I was hoping the most direct approach would be the best. “Julie,” she said, tapping her finger for a few seconds, “There’s no reason for you to apologize. It’s not like we were friends. Just be happy with your victory, and let it be.” “No, it’s not that. I acted like an asshole, and I’m sorry,” I said sincerely. But that was about it, I wasn’t going to beg for her forgiveness. “Okay, okay. Honestly, I just wanted to say something to you. You know you got me thinking about the way we act at work. You know, we all walk around talking a lot of game, and maybe that was my fault. But we never said anything about you, you know? It’s not like we were sitting around making Julia Jones jokes all weekend at the club to come in and tell Monday morning. We were just having fun, not having fun at your expense,” she said. I remember the way that she talked, and it was strange. She seemed to be apologizing, except that she wasn’t. She wasn’t justifying what she did, she was just explaining it. I don’t know how to explain it. “I know, and that’s my fault I got upset,” I said, placing the drink on the table. “I just didn’t want there to be bad blood between us. I know we’re not friends, hell I don’t even know if I’d want to be friends. But I don’t want to be enemies, here, or at work.” “Me either,” she said, taking a drink. “You know it’s almost funny.” “What is?” I asked, sipping my own. “Well, when I invited you to this place, you were the one who felt, I don’t know, like you weren’t up to snuff. Now you’re the superior one, the one who won the talent show, the one who’s here buying me a drink,” she said with a grin. “I guess that is kind of funny,” I said, holding my glass out. She dinged hers against mine, and we drank to that. “Sorry to cut this heartwarming moment short, but I’m afraid I’ve got to get going,” she said, getting up. I caught Lindsay coming out of the corner of my eye. “Oh, sure, uh, thanks, you know, for this,” I said, trying to end this well. “No problem,” she said, waving to Lindsay. “Oh hey, one question.” “What’s that?” I remember wondering what could be next. “If you could go back and not come to Club Vanilla, would you?” she asked, picking up her purse. “No,” I thought for a second, “Not for just about anything in the world.” “I accept the apology Julie. Thanks for the drink,” she said, holding it up as she walked off. Well, that was nice, I guess. I mean it wasn’t a tender TV commercial but it wasn’t bad either. Cordial was probably the best word for it. I finished off my drink and returned to the bartender for another one. I know I said I didn’t want to drink that much but it didn’t hurt to let loose. “Julie,” I heard from behind me. With that almost indescribable animal quality to the voice, I instantly knew it would be Elizabeth. “Liz,” I said, turning around. “Are you busy, or do you still want to watch the show?” she asked. I looked around the empty club, beyond two people playing pool in the lounge, and the bartender, there wasn’t a soul there. “No I’m not busy, let’s go,” I said, stepping up. “Wait, can I get another one for the road? One for her too.” “I’m on the clock Julie, I don’t drink,” she said, her furry hand waving with disagreement, or should I say waving her paw in disagreement? “Okay, come on,” I said, letting her lead me towards the back rooms. It took me a minute to familiarize myself with the back rooms again. I hadn’t been there in forever it seemed. There was the ‘Glenn’ the female elf who worked the back rooms, giving people door numbers like it was a seedy motel. At least it looked nice, very upscale, though I can only imagine what the cleaning crews must have to do there to keep the rooms decent. Liz led me back to door seven, where, well, let’s just say there was quite a scene. I guessed that Lin and her gang must have set up shop in the group room, so they decided to create a scene here. And what a scene it was. I guess I should start off with the two of them, because they were…strange. Not judging, just strange. There was a woman there, I met her before, Renee. Maybe it would be right to call her a vampire, at least in the club. She was dressed up in head to toe in leather…I don’t know what that getup was exactly. She had knee high leather boots, with nothing but pale skin between her footwear and a red leather corset that stopped short of her naked breasts, black leather gloves that went as far as her elbows, and a whip that looked like it was something out of a the Spanish Inquisition. Oh and she wore a small necklace with a key on it. Not to mention that her skin was as pale as could be, her body nearly exposed with the small band around her stomach, and of course she had fangs that a tiger would envy. Then there was her…slave, I guess. He was naked except for a…I think it’s called chastity belt, a metal tube with open slits that acted like windows to see his penis. Other than that I wouldn’t say that there was much to him. Middle aged, a little overweight, nothing else really came to mind. The kind of guy you’d see around any office building and not think twice about. Besides that the room was full of lit candles, with no other source of light, except the computer terminal in the corner, where there was usually a bed. Instead there was a bench with said terminal, which must have been hooked up to that scanner who’s-a-what’s-it she was talking about. In the center of the room there was a black tarp, I didn’t know if it was there for potential spills, or if it was there to make everything seem more, I don’t know, dark. Oh and some dark spooky Halloween music played in the background, making the whole thing seem almost laughable. “Oh hello, I’m Renee, and this is Adam, thanks for coming,” she said cheerfully, shaking my hand. “Charmed,” he said. “Did I give you permission to talk?” she asked, whipping his knee. What a bitch. “Sorry I didn’t know we had started,” he said, hopping on one leg and bowing his head. “Sorry what?” she said impatiently. “I’m sorry mistress, I didn’t know we had started yet,” he said like a little worm. I could tell just from the way he spoke that he was into this…whatever this was. “You’re off to a bad start, and you do NOT want to get on my bad side,” she said, holding the whip under his chin as she raised his head. “I’m sorry mistress, it won’t happen again, mistress,” he said. What the hell had I gotten myself into? “It better not, because the ball gag will keep you silent,” she said, throwing it at his chest. He managed to keep himself quiet despite the plastic knob hitting him in the chest. What a bitch. But I guess that’s why he was here…right? “Anyway, I’m so glad you’re here. We’re doing this for my business, ‘Domination For Dummies’,” she said with a forced smile. “I told you a million times we can’t let you do that. We don’t want people asking about how this change was possible,” Liz said, the frustration in her voice was unmistakable. “Oh come on, you said we could talk about it on the website,” the vampire said, her voice switching from that fake pleasant one to a seriously angry one. I think she was trying to intimidate Liz, from what I’ve seen that wasn’t a good idea. “We said you could speak generally about it, but you can’t use any images or video at all, and you cannot reference the club or anything specific about it. That’s the deal. You can take it or leave it. I get paid either way,” Liz said, stepping forward. “That is not fair,” she said, trying to pull the same thing with the whip in Liz’s face. She hissed, batting the thing across the room in one motion. “I’m the only mistress of this club,” she said fearlessly. She showed her fingernails, which were unusually sharp. Actually not just sharp but claw shaped, like she was ready for a fight. “Are you going to stay or are you going to go?” Honestly it was getting a little uncomfortable back there, and I was considering leaving. I just stood there quietly and sipped on my drink. “I like you. Fine, no filming. But I want my money back,” she said. “You didn’t pay the club any money, he paid you,” Liz said, plopping herself down on the bench near the computer terminal. “Ready when you are.” “Good, let’s start,” she said, finding her whip. I thought they had already started. That’s what she told him at least. But I wasn’t going to jump in there and try to correct anyone. I just sat down next to Liz and gave her a look. “Just don’t get out of the circle, or else I might lose the signal lock on you. And no sudden movements,” Liz instructed. Renee stood there for a second, closing her eyes as if she was concentrating. She flashed them open in an instant, and it was like watching an actor change into character. “Well well my little slave, I’m so glad that you’ve shown up. Not that you had any choice. I knew as soon as you received my message that you would come running. After all, who has the key for that locked up dick of yours? Honestly, that thing is so itty bitty it’s more like a clitty isn’t it?” she asked rhetorically. She was an actress, why wasn’t she in the talent show? “Well I’ve got some good news for you. After today you’ll never have to worry about that key ever again,” she said, laughing as he muffled and struggled under her. “No no slave, don’t worry. You’re no good to me locked up. But that doesn’t mean I’m just going to let you go on like you were before. You were no good to me either with such a small dicklet, just running around all week trying to make filthy puddles all day.” “So, I’ve decided to formalize our arrangement,” she said, taking her whip and tapping him on the shoulders. Really he wasn’t in bad shape, a little overweight but nothing that bad. Like I had said, he was mostly indistinct. “You are my slave, and I am your Queen, the Queen of the Night,” she said, kicking the back of his knees. He flung forward onto his hands and knees, almost falling flat on his face. “You will serve me on your knees slave, do NOT forget it!” He mumbled and groaned through his gag as he struggled to get to his hands and knees. “Now, where was I?” she asked, tapping the whip on her face. She was being a vindictive bitch, and he looked like he loved it. Me I could go without it, I like guys, I don’t want to see them, or anyone, whipped. “Oh right, normally I make a pact with my servants, a blood pact. But you, you sniveling little worm, you didn’t want to sacrifice your blood in eternal service of my army of the damned. Probably needed every drop to swell that little clitty of yours. But it doesn’t matter, whether you’re alive or passed beyond the veil, you are my servant. And in truth you serve me better than others. I don’t have to worry about you going into the light, or chasing after women. What would you do, eat them out?” she laughed maniacally. “I asked you a question, answer me!” she said, standing behind him. Even I winced as she whipped him right in the family jewels. I looked at Elizabeth, expecting some kind of sympathetic look. I kind of felt alone there. She did some…something, and I watched as his balls turned a shade of bright blue that I’ve only seen in kids’ drinks. “YFF MFFSTRSSS!” he mumbled through the gag. “Slave, you may remove the gag now,” Renee said, pulling the leather in her glove arm back up. He quickly pulled the gag off and answered her again. “Yes mistress,” he said, panting and heaving. He looked more like he was being tortured than pleasured. Well, I guess he was being tortured to be pleasured, that’s such a strange thing. “That’s better. You know men are like children, better seen and not heard. But I wanted to give you the choice, not that it’s much of a choice. You have two options, listen to them well. Your first option is I destroy this key. The lock on that cage of yours needs a key and a combination, once I get rid of the key, it won’t matter if you have a master thief try to free that cock of yours. It’s made of a titanium alloy, it’s virtually unbreakable, and you don’t want to think about what the welding tools necessary to take to get that thing off,” she laughed menacingly. She was being a bitch, but I could see his cock through the little plastic divot in the metal, it looked like it was straining to break the damned thing. Why would a guy want to be in one? Suddenly her voice switched to complete calmness. “But you’ll be free. You’ll never hear or see from me again. I’ll never do another thing to you. There will be no more pain or suffering,” she said, running her gloved fingertips along his naked back. “Then again, you have an option. And I promise that you’ll have as many orgasms as you could ever want. You’ll never be locked up again, but you’ll have to stay with me as my personal slave, to service me and my top lieutenants however we might choose, without question. Your old life will be over, forever. To sweeten the deal, I’ll even promise to never drink the sweet sanguine fluid from you,” she said, leaning behind his back. I could watch the hairs stand up on the back of his neck as she grazed her fangs on his skin. It gave me the creeps. What had I signed up for? Was Dan and Lin still an option? “You have to make the choice, right now slave. What is it worm? Freedom or servitude? As if there’s a real choice,” she said, reaching down to his nipples, tweaking them as she waited. “Mistress,” he huffed, god he looked like he loved it. How could anyone pay for this? “I’ll be your slave.” “Oh, good choice. Now we just need to do one little thing,” she said, reaching into a satchel, which she carried next to his naked body. “What is it mistress?” he asked, peering over his shoulder. His look had a mixture of fear and anticipation. I wished I had brought more drinks. “Oh did I forget to tell you?” she asked mockingly, producing a large needle, “Whoops.” “Wha, what’s that for, m, mistress,” he gulped. “This? Oh this little thing is for the change,” she said, walking towards him. “You see, I don’t like men. They don’t serve any purpose for me. They don’t turn me on. I have no reason to want to have a male slave for the rest of my, or should I say your, life.” She stepped to him, holding the needle menacingly. I mean it was comically oversized, but it looked like real metal. I leaned in, waiting for the real show to start. Maybe it was Coney Island, but I wanted to see the freak show. Oh that sounded really bad, but you know what I mean. “This little thing right here will take care of you for the rest of your life,” she said, reaching around to where his cage was. She held his balls in her hands for a moment, like she was weighing them. “Lie on your back.” “Yes mistress,” he said, flipping around as fast as possible. Talk about vulnerable. “I promise this will hurt you many, many times more than it will hurt me,” she said, taking the needle. I could hear Liz typing away furiously on her terminal in one ear but I was too entranced with the performance to check. Besides I have no idea what any of that means. He grunted as she stabbed the needle forward, right into one of his balls. I watched in abject horror, cringing as I shielded my own groin in sympathetic defense. I don’t think it actually went into his ball, I think it was the nanobots doing their magic. At least I hope it was. Honestly I don’t want to think what it would be like if it weren’t. But that’s a definite no-no. She pulled the needle out, and repeated the act in his other ball. “Oh god it, UGH!” he said, his voice rising about four octaves. I watched his testicles begin to move, bouncing and wiggling like crazy. I watched with amazement as they began to shrink, deflating like little volleyballs being popped. She grinned, lifting the now empty sack to his shocked and amazed face. Renee rolled her fingers in the ball sack, showing how empty it was. “Mistress, what’s happened to me?” he asked, his voice much higher now. Actually it sounded more like a little girl than an adult woman. “Like I said, men serve no me purpose. So now it’s time for you to become a woman. It was your choice, you decided to serve me,” she said matter of factly, producing another needle. She drove this one into the base of his pubic mound, right over the chastity belt and into the base of his, what did she call it, dicklet? “My, what’s happening?” he asked, staring intently at his cock. Remember when I said that it was filling up the cock cage? Well now that was a thing of the past. His dick was shrinking through the little thing, pulling back into his body. Meanwhile his sack shriveled up too, growing smaller and smaller until it vanished completely. About twenty seconds later the chastity belt fell off too, and I stared at him. I had the same thing happen to me when I unfutaed at the end of the night, but there were no needles, and it wasn’t like this, not by a long shot. How much did he pay for this? “My, my cock!” he shrieked, reaching down. Where he had once had a dick, now was only the head of his penis, shrunk down to the size of a clit. He looked more like a eunuch than a woman. “Oh come on, you haven’t even cum in a year, what possible good was it doing? I told you that you wouldn’t be locked up anymore, and you won’t. Now, we just need to do a little bit more,” she said, pushing his head down. “But, but mistress!” he protested. “That is enough!” she snarled sharply, showing her fangs. She took yet another need and stabbed him in the right breast, right onto his erect nipple. Her face turned into an evil grin as she injected the other nipple. “Mistress, am I…growing breasts?” he asked, his voice almost ridiculously high, like a Japanese schoolgirl. “You’re growing tits, slave. You’re my new slut, and you’re growing tits. Women have breasts, little sluts and whores like you have tits, that are used for fucking,” she said, grabbing onto his breasts, uh, tits, hard, like a fifteen year old on his first trip to second base. But they were growing in her hands, it was crazy. Next time I change I’m going to have to try that, I never considered feeling myself up as I transformed. The transformation already got me kind of wet as it was, but I don’t know if I’d want someone else holding them. It might hurt, then again, wasn’t that what he liked? But they didn’t just grow, they grew enormously. I mean they started out as a normal man, maybe a little bigger than usual because he was slightly overweight. But then they grew out, exploding in no time to something like J cups, if they go that high. They didn’t have a single stretch mark or vein on them, just perfect mounds of skin on his chest. “Now, we’ll just do your face,” she said, taking the needle and injecting him directly in the forehead. I glanced at Liz who was working at light speed behind me, but I was too wrapped up in the show to pay her much attention, or to care. His face transformed in an instant, from a normal male to a beautiful woman, complete with long blonde hair, and the makeup of a street walking prostitute. He looked hot as a woman, if not very, very slutty. Like the kind of slutty that you see in triple X pornos. “There we are, oh forgot one thing,” she said, leaning down to his dick head, well, clit now. She reached right under it, where the guys have what they call a taint, and injected it there too. Suddenly the taint grew as if out of nowhere, parting like the red sea. In its place there was a vagina fully forming, growing from a small hole and expanding into lips, with everything stemming from his clit. I reached down into my skirt, feeling a shift in my panties as my cock was starting to strain against the panties. I didn’t like the forced part of it, but the transformation was…wow… “Now, slave, there is just one matter left,” she said, standing over him. “Wh, what is it mistress? I’m completely a girl,” he said, reaching down to his newly formed pussy and massaging away like the world depended on it. He had one hand on his gigantic tit, kneading the meaty nipple between his fingers. “No no, it’s not about forming you. Well, it will be. You see, now that you’re a woman, I need to break you in. Then you’ll be addicted to my cum forever, slut,” she said, standing over him. “Your cum mistress?” he asked, worriedly. “Yes, watch,” she said, turning to me and Liz as she took two needles and injected them directly into her clit. I felt my dick grow just about the same as hers, as I watched the thing blow up in an instant, a frightfully long twelve inch cock. It was a pure explosion of outward skin, and it happened so fast, I might have missed it if I had blinked. “Now slut, you’ll understand. You men with your tiny dicklets are no good to me. My massive cock is all that matters, that’s why I need sluts like yourself, as fuck meat,” she said turning around towards him. From that point onward I just thought about Adam as a female, due to his obviously feminine form. She kneeled onto his chest, grabbing her tits. “Mistress!” she shouted, as Renee grabbed onto her tits, mashing the two breasts together to form a tight seam for her cock. She didn’t hesitate for a second, slamming her cock through the tits. Adam opened her lips wide, taking the thick purple head of the cock in her mouth. It was so big it almost didn’t fit. But he managed to slurp onto the head, drooling over it like she was drunk. My hands were shaking at the action, I spilt some of my drink on my skirt as I tried to finish the last of it while watching the show. “There you go bitch, take it,” she said, banging away at the tits quickly. “Suck the head slut, and you better watch those teeth!” “YFF MSSTRSS” he shouted into her cock, trying to take it down his throat. He was mumbling muffled through her penis, his mouth drooling all over the head and the shaft, pouring out of the tight seams between it and his cheek, running over his face and making a mess of his makeup. It was like a violent sloppy blowjob but they both looked as if they loved it. “Oh your mouth is so tight, I’m gonna,” she said, grunting as she tightened her hips in one large buck. I watched Renee’s cock explode in Adam’s mouth, as the spit she had been drooling was replaced with the strong and thick white cum. Renee pulled her cock out, still pressing Adam's tits together as she continued to assault his face with her cum, plastering every inch of it with her thick semen, coating her like a bukkake porn actress. “That’s a good little slut,” she said, wiping her cock head along Adam’s face. Adam moved to wipe the cum from her face, managing to clean out her eyes. “No, bad slut!” Renee shouted, smacking her hands with a weapon more threatening than her whip. Was it bad that I was seriously considering masturbating at that point? After the freaky part it was actually kind of hot. “You do not clean your face. You will wear my cum proudly, do you understand?” “Yes mistress,” she said. “Now slut, take your hands and lick it up. Lick up every drop of my seed that you dared to pull off your face, now,” she said, watching as he complied. He didn’t just drop it in either, he slowly lapped up everything off of his hands like a dog, running his tongue alongside to clean both hands. “Good slut puppy. I like that, maybe if you’re nice I’ll let you have a nickname like that, slut. But first I have to break you in,” she said, stepping up off her chest. “But mistress, you just came,” Adam said below her. From the way that she laid there I think she didn’t want to have to swallow another handful of cum. “I can fix that,” she said, taking another needle, and injecting that into her cock. If anything it looked like it got even bigger, thicker and longer with even more visible veins. “Muh, mistress?” she said nervously. “Oh you’re so cute, scared like that. But I didn’t get you to be cute, I got you to be a slut. And now I’m going to break you in, by taking your maidenhead,” she said, kneeling down by Adam’s pussy. She teased the head for a second, it was already soaked. This was her fantasy after all, and Renee was letting her live it out, for a nominal fee. “AHHHHH!” Adam screamed like a schoolgirl as Renee stuffed her entire foot long cock into him, I grabbed myself, that looked painful. “There you go bitch, how’d that feel,” Renee asked. “UGH,” she groaned, before saying “Th, thank you.” “That’s a good little slut. You’re really a woman now, you know. You sucked a dick, and I popped your cherry. Now take this pounding like the little bitch you are,” she said, as she began to really ream him out. I don’t mean she was just having sex with her, I mean she was pounding the shit out of that pussy. And it was new and tight, it must have been painful. Maybe that’s the way Adam liked it, but if you took all the forced feminization stuff away from it, it was pretty hot. She wasn’t just being rough with Adam’s pussy. She was grabbing her tits with those leather gloves, yanking harshly on them. The tits were unbelievable, they were bouncing up and down like a, a, I don’t know what. I mean they were going almost a foot up and down as Renee tortured the tits unmercifully. Was it wrong to say that I was super horny? Okay at first I wasn’t getting much off of this, but my god I was soaked, and my cock was aching. I wanted to whip it out right then and there and go at it, but I didn’t want to ruin the show. And it would be kind of strange to just jack it in front of everyone, even though I had sex with Liz before, and everyone had probably seen me have sex. But I didn’t want to get caught up in the act, as I wasn’t planning on acting tonight. Definitely not in this scene. “Oh you little slut, beg for it,” she said, taking a handful of cum on her fingers and forcing them down his throat. “Beg for what?” she asked in between grunts. “Beg for my cum, like the slut you are,” Renee said, riding on top of her like an amusement ride. “Fuck me mistress. Fill me with your cum. Plaster my pussy with your load, fill me up with your cum. I’m your little slut, your little bitch, just give me every drop I can get. I’m addicted to your jizz mistress, please, I beg you. Fill your little slut bitch up with your cum. I want it. No I need it!” she groaned underneath her. “Okay you slut, here you go!” Renee said, pumping away at Adam at light speed. The two screamed and grunted, groaned and cried out as they came. Their faces were priceless. This didn’t look like anything fake, anything manufactured. They were twisted and curled in an unmistakable contortion of ecstasy. Unlike the normal facial or anything, there wasn’t much of a show. The two heaved on top of each other, shrieked in the throes of orgasm, but there wasn’t a big splashy cum shot. No there was no cum, except for that on Adam’s face, until she pulled out, when what looked like a gallon of cum poured forward onto the ground, making quite a bit of a stain. Looked like something that Linwe would have been into. “That’s a good little slut,” Renee said, standing over her. “Maybe if you’re really lucky, I’ll keep you as my own personal fuck slave. For now, clean up, and prepare my bedchamber. The morning light is drawing near, and I’m getting tired.” “Yes mistress,” he said, cleaning up the stain of semen on the floor with his tongue. Eww, gross, I can only imagine what else has been there. “And scene,” Elizabeth said, rolling her eyes. “Wow, great job, it’s everything I ever imaged it could be,” Adam said, picking himself off of the floor. I watched with some amazement as Liz changed him back to normal, as he transitioned from a big breasted slut to a slightly overweight man, well, he still had a cum covered face. But at least his dick grew back. “What do you think, worth the money?” Renee asked with a smirk. “Definitely worth the grand, I’d do it again in a heartbeat,” he said, still heaving. “A thousand bucks?” I asked, surprised. “Yes. For you, eight hundred, for your first time,” Renee offered. “Uh no, thanks, I, I’m good, it’s not my thing,” I mumbled, trying to hide more in the shadows. “That’s not what your skirt is saying,” she pointed. I had a noticeable bulge. “Okay, well that was a complete success,” I said more towards Liz, trying to change the subject. I did not want to be a part of this dungeon scene thing. “Yes. That’s why we can never do this again,” Liz said disparagingly. “What? Why not? I’ll pay double, I need to do this again,” Adam offered. A bit of a knee jerk reaction really. “Yeah this looked great, this would be really fun,” I said. I mean honestly, the things I could do with this… “Yes, and that’s the exact reason we’re never going to do it again. Otherwise we’d need a staff of a hundred just to keep up with demand,” Liz said, frustrated. “Well, I’m going to go get another drink. It was nice uh, seeing you two,” I said, waving goodbye as I dodged the puddle of cum. “Goodbye ladies,” Adam said, a bit disappointed. “You know you did pay for the whole hour,” Renee said, as I closed the door. Some things were better left unknown. “Hey is everything okay?” I asked Liz, once we got out of earshot of the room. “Yeah, just, that woman irritates me,” Liz said. “I’m sorry I’m just having a bad night.” “Oh its okay, sounds like you need some time off,” I suggested. “I just need to get off,” Liz smiled, sticking her raspy little tongue out, “But it’s not gonna happen tonight. I work until close then I have to get up for a class at seven.” “Oh, that sucks,” I didn’t know what else to say. I have to get up at seven every day for work, but I didn’t want to sound unsympathetic. I still had a raging hard on anyway, and it didn’t help that she mentioned needing to get off. “Are you sure that everything’s alright?” I asked, there was something she was holding back. “Huh? Oh, yeah, it’s just, nothing,” she said, leading me out of the back rooms. “Come on now, what is it?” I asked, interested in something new to hear after that scene I just endured. “Well,” she said, glancing around. There wasn’t anyone that could hear us if we shouted, except maybe the bartender. That’s one thing I always liked about the club, they never played the music so loud you couldn’t hear. “Is something wrong?” I asked, starting to get concerned. “Let’s sit down,” she said, leading me over to the closest table. They were kind of comfy actually, the chairs I mean. I didn’t notice the padding on them. I thought they were all wooden. “Okay, so what is it already?” I was kind of getting impatient. “Last weekend, someone tried to leave the club,” she said, lowering her voice, “Before returning back to normal.” “Oh, wow,” I said, thinking about it for a second. “I don’t get what the big deal is.” “You don’t,” she said, pausing to keep her voice down. “Look, it’s against the rules of the club to do that.” “But why? I mean, this place isn’t going to stay quiet forever,” honestly it isn’t like it’s the age of printing presses. “It isn’t that. The club has been the feature of four different news stories. People want to come in, but that’s why we have a bouncer. This place can lock down faster than a prison during a riot. You should see how nasty Sue can get for violators. People forget things in time and move onto the next story. Something always happens. That isn’t the problem,” Elizabeth said, sighing. “Then what is?” I persisted. She was beating around the bush all day. I guess she would, being a cat and all. “Look, the nanobots are able to make changes on a cellular level, but they don’t completely rewrite human DNA. I mean it’s not entirely impossible, but the ethical questions are…well, that doesn’t matter,” she said, shaking her head. I had to take an ethics class before. The first thing we learned was ‘If you have to learn ethics then you don't have them.’ “The point is, what we do here is unnatural. I’m sure that’s a shock and all. But what a lot of these people want to do here, can’t be done in real life,” she said, and I could tell from the way she spoke that this wasn’t a joking matter. “How so?” I asked, starting to get a little concerned myself. Was there a health risk for all of this? “Look, a lot of it, it’s probably not going to be that big of a deal. If you walk around as a futa, it’s not going to make you collapse in a fit of seizures, or anything. More likely your body is going to reject the transformation, and cause all kids of problems in your reproductive system,” she warned. “Oh, that’s not good,” I said, glancing downward. I just got a big incentive to change back tonight. “Think about it like this, what we do is more like cosmetic surgery to most people. Like Daniel for instance, a swirling mass of tentacles, he couldn’t possibly live everyday like that. His heart isn’t big enough to support it. It takes almost half an hour just to create and restore him. Hell we didn’t even think it was possible until he came in and showed us how to do it, he’s a technical genius,” she said, pausing as if she was speaking ill of the dead. “But if someone like him went outside, he wouldn’t last long. If it wasn’t his heart, or his brain, then it would be his body. It would reject the tentacles.” “Reject them?” I asked, astonished. “They’re not normal human limbs, even if they’re made of his tissue, they’re not natural,” she sighed. “But, what about the nanobots? Surely, they could keep him fine, they use nanobots now in lieu of open heart surgery, or to repair organ damage,” I said, a bit too loud. Not that there was anyone to hear us anyway. “Keep it down,” Liz said, lowering her open palm to reiterate the notion of quieting down. “The nanobots are almost the biggest part of the problem. The normal human body might have a tiny chance of keeping the tissue, though for many people it would be a huge stretch. But the nanobots attempt to restore the body to a natural state. It’s actually the nanobots that are rejecting the body parts, as if it were simply cutting off a gangrenous finger to save a hand.” “Wow, that’s, wow, so strange,” I said, trying to consider it. “Like I said, for someone that’s a futa like you, chances are it wouldn’t matter nearly as much. If you regressed your age, going through the tail end of puberty again wouldn’t be fun. But someone like Loli Anne, the pressure on her endocrine system would be almost catastrophic. For someone like Claire or Lindsay, they would be bedridden. If Claire got an erection she might die from lack of blood. We have to keep her hydrated with about an extra four to six gallons of water, and some tricks to encourage blood production. Someone who swaps genders, that’s the least of our worries, that’s humanly doable under the best circumstances,” Liz said, sighing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to lay all of this on you. Some people are just higher maintenance than you are.” “No, I just never thought about the technical end of things. To me it was always just magic,” I said, thinking about it. “Don’t worry about it,” she said, trying to lighten things up with a smile, “That’s why they pay us to take care of everything for you. It’s as easy as using a vending machine.” “Yeah, sure,” I said, still thinking about everything. “Hey Liz?” “What is it?” she asked, standing up. She even stretched like a cat. “The guy, or girl, or whatever, is okay, right?” I asked. “Yeah, we found him and brought him back. Rescinded his membership, refunded him his money and sent him packing. But he’s fine,” she said with a reassuring toothy smile. Doctors were usually good at that. “Well I’m glad to hear it,” I said. “Me too, but the boss is being a pain in the ass. She, he, well, it’s just not the best situation right now. Anyway, I’m going to try to take a cat nap. Have a good night Julie,” she said. “You too Liz,” I said, waving to her as she headed back towards the bar. I needed a drink to clear my mind. At least everything was fine at the club, but I could understand why Liz was being a little rude to Renee and Adam. Then again, those two really got me going. But I did want to find someone tonight. Damn, why did Liz always have to work? And after that whole thing, I felt like I had blue balls, if I could have them without balls. Even Anne wasn’t around… Then I looked at the bar. The bartender was there, I still didn’t know her name, talking to some girl sitting next on one of the stools. She was cute, she had a nice ass on her. She must have worked out. I mean she wasn’t that muscle bound, I don’t like girls that are stacked. Guys either. Still she had cute long brown hair that reached just above her butt. And that green dress she was wearing showcased everything that she had, that nice round ass, her long legs, those shoulders…I checked around to see if there was anyone she might have been with. The place was like a ghost town. “Hey, what’s going on there?” I asked her, trying to smile without looking too much like I was coming onto her. Maybe the booze made me braver. “Not too much, I, oh!” she said, jumping up out of her seat like she had seen a ghost. “What’s wrong?” “You, why, why’d you follow me here?” she asked angrily. “Follow you, what the hell are you talking about?” I asked, shocked. “I, I gotta go,” she said, practically running towards the bathroom. She had such a funny run too. What the hell was up with that? “Oh hey, Michael, you forgot your…glasses,” the bartender said, holding them up. “You mean Michelle,” I tried to correct her. “No, god honey, this is Club Vanilla. Nothing’s like it seems,” she said, putting the glasses back on the bar. “Wait,” I said, picking the glasses up. As I stared through them I thought for a moment. Brunette, long hair, cute, in shape but not too much muscles, glasses… “Shit I gotta find him!” “Do you know Mike?” she asked. “Yes, I mean kind of, well not really, we met today at a coffee shop and, damn, just, I’ll be back,” I said, walking as quickly as my dress shoes would allow. Which was not quick, I should add. I stopped at the bathrooms, looking at them. There were the three bathrooms, the typical male one, the typical female one, and the one with a question mark on it. I walked right into the women’s bathroom and guessed right. “Uh, Mike, Mike?” I said, trying to be calm and gentle. I didn’t want to scare him off, again. “Oh god you followed me here? Can’t a guy, uh girl, just pee in peace?” he groaned. “Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was you,” I tried to explain. Why had my night become a night of apologies? “Uh, okay,” he said, like he was in pain. “Are you alright?” I asked. He was grunting like, well, I don’t want to speculate on that. “Yeah,” he said, letting out a deep breath of air. “I just, never…peed…like a girl before.” He gasped. “Oh, uh, don’t, don’t try to force it out,” I tried to coach. What could I say? But I remembered the first time I peed with my dick. It was so much more intuitive, just whip it out and let it go. “Okay,” he said, huffing and puffing, almost like he was doing something else in there. “Now what?” “Just, you know, let it flow,” I said, trying to think of anything that might help. The room became so eerily quiet I could hear the slow drop from the faucet. The faucet! That was the perfect idea. I used to have a office toy that had running water, the damned thing made me have to pee all the time. I turned all the faucets on, the room quickly filled with the noise of flowing water. Looking back I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to get someone to pee before. I could hear the stream of water pouring from the stall. I don’t want to go into detail, but I can only imagine it must have been a comfort for him. “Thanks,” he said, flushing the toilet. “Don’t uh, you know, forget, to uh, wipe,” I said, listening to the sound of the toilet paper rolling before another flush. “Thanks,” he said, opening the stall. “I’m sorry about before,” I said, relieved that he was, well, relieved. “Why’d you come?” he asked, using one of the three running sinks to wash his hands. I still have trouble calling someone who looked so feminine a he. “Oh, you left this,” I said, holding out his glasses. “Oh, I forgot I even brought these,” he said, drying his hands before putting them on. Wow, he looked even cuter with the glasses on, like some schoolgirl…I needed to turn my head and think unsexy thoughts. “Oh, these stupid things, I almost forgot about them,” she said. “But I meant why did you come here tonight?” “I told you I was coming to the club, before. I mean, that is you, right?” I asked, leading him towards the exit. “Well yeah, but,” he said, sounding flustered. He was cute when he did that. I think he was acting girlier than he meant to. “Come on, let me buy you a drink,” I offered. “I don’t know,” he said, following behind me. We managed to make it back to the bar easily enough. “Come on, it won’t hurt you,” I said. He didn’t need too much convincing. “I’ll have,” I began to say. “Sex on the Beach and Irish Car Bomb, coming up,” the bartender said. “She’s good,” he said, smiling. “That she is,” I mused. “So, you never answered my question,” he reiterated, “Why did you come here?” “I don’t know really. I didn’t plan on it, I came with a friend, but she left, and I was just hanging out. Saw an old friend, well, an old enemy, maybe she’s a new friend, I don’t know. Then I watched some crazy show,” I said, shaking my head. “Oh the one with the Elves and Dwarves? That was really strange,” he said, sipping his drink quickly. “No, mine was even stranger,” I said, drinking my own. “So you’re not here to see someone?” he asked. “No, not tonight. I mean I don’t have anyone to see specifically,” I said honestly. Was this his way of hitting on me? Or was he trying to feel me out? “Really, I figured you’d be with someone, you’re like a celebrity now,” he said enthusiastically. “Am I? I guess, maybe,” I hadn’t really thought of that before. Had I become some kind of porno actress overnight? “Well what brings you here?” “Nothing. I’ve been here before, but I wanted to try something different. You know, something…very Club Vanilla,” he said a bit glumly. “You mean…being a girl?” I asked. “Yes, it’s, strange,” he said, taking another drink. “So is this your first time? Being a girl, I mean?” that was really interesting to me. “Yeah. I came here a couple of times but I chickened out. I figured this would be my first time doing it for real. I even brought some girl clothes. God, I’m such a chicken, I couldn’t even buy my own clothes. They’re some my sister was going to donate to charity, and I offered to do it for her,” he said, opening up. And I don’t mean just his story, he had his legs open like a guy. It was funny. “Why…?” I started to ask, before realizing it wasn’t any of my business. “What?” he asked back. “Okay, maybe it’s none of my business, but like, why did you want to change your gender?” I just had to know. I didn’t get why any guy would be interested in this kind of thing, especially a cute guy like him. “I don’t know. I’m not, I don’t know, a transsexual or anything. I’m not even a cross dresser. I don’t think I’m a biological girl or anything. There was just something that turned me on about trying being a woman,” he said, taking a long drink after that. He didn’t even have to make a motion before his drink was replaced. “But I mean, are you like…bi?” I didn’t want to call him gay or anything, but I was bi. Well, technically I liked futas too. “No, no. I do NOT like guys!” he nearly shouted. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I apologized. “No I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gotten so defensive. I don’t know why I want to try out being a girl. I don’t want to live my life as a girl. I don’t want to be with guys or anything. That’s why I picked a dead night. I figured it would be the best time. I heard this was like the slowest day of the week, and with the little show I figured there would be even less people. I didn’t want to be picked up,” he said. “That’s too bad,” I said, giving him a wink. He acted so girly when I did that, it was funny. “What about you?” he asked, obviously trying to change the subject. “What about me?” I decided to let him change the avenue of discussion. I didn’t think we were going anywhere productive. I knew I almost spooked him out by suggesting he might be gay, so I let him take the reigns. “Well, you asked me why I changed genders, why did you change genders?” he asked, really powering through that drink. “I didn’t, not really, I just became a dickgirl, it’s not like they’re a different gender,” I said back. “Tell that to the government,” he said, slurring his speech a little bit. He waved to the bartender for another drink. She looked hesitant but made him one. “By the way, they don’t like dickgirls, they prefer to be called futanaris.” “I know, I work in HR,” I nodded, finishing my drink. What the hell, I wasn’t driving. “So?” he asked. “So, I don’t know. I guess I’m the same as you. I don’t want to live my whole life being a futanari. It’s not like I hate them, but I don’t know. I guess I just wanted to try something new, something different. Besides, these days, it’s tough finding a nice guy,” I said, trying to balance on that fine line between hitting on him and overdoing it. “So you just like guys?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “No, I guess not. But you know, when you’re a kid, imagining your dream life, I always imagined finding Mr. Right. Live a normal life, have a house with three kids, drive them to school before going to the office. Have my husband come home, maybe argue over who makes dinner before deciding to order take out. Watch TV until the kids go to sleep, then go to bed. I guess I’m kind of like you, I wanted to try something new, something different. Besides, what happens at the club stays here, right?” I said with a smile. “Yeah, you’re right. Ugh, I’m hungry,” he said, running his hands on his stomach. It was so smooth and soft, like there was a nice six pack of abs just barely under the dress. “Me too, I could kill for a pizza,” I said. “I don’t think they make pizzas, but their chicken tenders are to die for,” he said, tapping on the bar top. “Chicken…they make food?” I was completely shocked as I watched the entire counter, a large computer screen, show a menu. “Great food, you never smelled it before?” he asked like this was the middle of a restaurant. “No, I mean, I guess I never noticed,” I said, licking my lips. I can only wonder what he would have thought if he had noticed. “Well you had other things on your mind,” he said, running his finger along the menu. “It’s typical bar food but it’s very good.” “I could die for some chicken tenders,” I said. “Okay, how about two orders of chicken tenders, and, two orders of fries. Oh, and another one of these,” he said, holding up his empty glass. “Me too,” I said, holding mine up next to his. It took me a moment to realize that the back of our hands had met. He must have noticed before me, giving me a look like he was ashamed, or nervous. “So what did you mean before, about having other things on my mind?” I asked a little quicker than I meant, pulling my hand back. I realized how it must have sounded a second later, like I was nagging him. “Oh, I meant, well…” he said, scratching the back of his head, covered by thick curly luxurious brown hair. “What, you can tell me,” I was glad he seemed to calm down. When the bartender showed up with our drinks that seemed to settle him even further. “Okay. You made quite a scene up there, you know? You are like, famous here. I mean I had a front row seat for when Loli Anne was there with you and the…you know,” he said, trying to recreate the action with his fingers. “Oh,” I said, not realizing how to take that. “I mean I saw you naked on stage giving birth to that little girl before I even learned your name,” he said, a bit drunker than I think he knew. “You also had a few drinks and ran away from me twice before I knew your name. And its Julie,” I tried to play it smooth, not dwelling on his…fright, or whatever it was. “I know, I found out the night of the talent show. And you know me, I’m Mike. Not Michelle, I don’t care if I’ve got tits for tonight,” he said, grabbing onto them for emphasis. He did pick a huge pair, for someone not trying to get picked up tonight. That’s such a strange thing to think of, most women put on a bra to push their breasts up, here we just inflate them like balloons, or grow them like vegetables. “And a nice set too,” I said, thinking about tweaking them before I changed my mind. “Thanks,” he said, finishing the last of his drink. The bartender gave a look but didn’t come back with another one. Thank god. “So let me ask you a question now, why’d you run away?” I asked, finishing the last of my drink. I don’t think I realized how much I had until then, when I got a little bit of a head rush. “Well, I don’t know. I think I was kind of scared. I mean, I’m not a big guy here. I kind of come here for the attractions. I don’t participate really. I’ve never even been with anyone here. I just sort of look at the different stuff that’s going on, I talk to a few people, mostly the people I know already, and try to have a good time, while staying out of the limelight,” he said, pausing for a second to look at his empty glass. “But you, you’re different. You’re not just some kind of contributor. You’re a big wig there. You’re like the queen bee. You won the contest, you’re big here. All of a sudden I saw you, and I got spooked out. Like I was going to have to join in on everything. Like out of nowhere I was going to have to go from just lurking around in the shadows to being here, and having everyone see what I do and what I say. That freaked me out. It was so stupid. I mean you didn’t even know who I was. But when I heard about the club I freaked out. Especially since I was going to come here all girly for the first time today, and, shit,” he said with a sigh. “I’m sorry.” “Hey that’s alright, there’s no reason to apologize,” I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. “No, I was being a jerk. There I was with a beautiful woman AND she was interested in talking to me, and I go and blow it, because I was being stupid,” he said, shaking his head and hanging it down towards his empty glass. All I heard was that he thought I was beautiful, and how big of a deal it was for him. “Hey, Mike,” I said, turning his head with my hand, “I’m talking to you now.” “Yeah,” he said, thinking for a second, “Yeah, sorry. All these girlie feelings and stuff, woo, sorry.” “Don’t worry about it,” I said, nodding. “Here you go, sorry it took so long,” The bartender said, carrying two huge plates of chicken tenders and fries. “Oh my god it looks delicious,” I said, my mouth watered instantly. “Told you it was good,” he said, taking the ketchup and sweet and sour sauce. We didn’t say much of anything for the next five or ten minutes. I was probably drunker than I let on. After all I hadn’t eaten dinner that night and I powered my way through quite a few drinks. Neither of us was too ladylike as we snarfed the food, our hands covered in grease and salt, ketchup and sauce. “I…am…stuffed,” I said, wiping the last of the food off of my hands. “Me too,” he said, before letting out a large and unladylike belch. He gave me a worried look, like he had done something wrong. I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. I mean it was so funny, the way he burped like a man, but it came out of such a dainty woman. And the look was priceless. My laughter was infectious, and we both began to laugh and laugh at the silliness of it at first. Then we were just laughing for the sake of laughing. We might have been more self-conscious if there were people there, but the only one was the bartender and she had her own smirk as she shook her head. “Okay, okay. You know, I’m really glad I came here tonight,” I said, sipping on a glass of water the bartender supplied. “Me too. And not because I could come like this,” he said, running his finger along the mouth of his glass. “Yeah, and to think we might not have ever talked,” I said, smiling. “And it would have been my fault,” he said, smiling back. “Julie, Julie!” came a voice from behind. Fuck, why did it have to be now? “Oh hey Jen,” I said, turning around to her. “Hey, I’ve got to get going, I didn’t know it got so late,” she said, waving to Tom as he left. “Oh, do we have to go now?” I asked, giving her a look. “Look, it’s already eleven and I have to drive you home and go home too, to get up for work in the morning,” she said, completely unsympathetic. Yeah great you got laid, way to screw me up. “Shit,” I mumbled, turning to Mike. “Well, I’ve got to go Mike. I really had a great time,” I said, reaching into my pocket for my communicator. “Me too,” he said kind of dreamily. “Here,” I said, showing him my number, “I’d like to see you again.” “Me too,” he said, copying it down, “Here’s my number.” “I’ll meet you outside Julie,” Jen said, heading out to the exit. I almost forgot we had to change back. “Hey,” I said, just about to leave. “Yeah?” he asked, taking a drink of his water. “I know you’re not gay, but you ever think you might want to, you know, be with a futanari sometime?” I asked. “I don’t know,” he said, thinking for a second. “I’m sorry, it’s a silly question,” I said, shaking my head. “I’ll tell you this Julie, to be honest, I’d like to spend some time with you, sometime,” he said, probably realizing how unsmooth it was. “Me too, I mean, with you, you know. Anyway, goodbye,” I said, managing not to trip on my feet as I tripped on my words. I walked to the entrance, looking for Jen, or someone to change me back. A moment later Jen burst through the door to the transformation room, followed by Liz. “So,” Liz asked, “Did you get his number?” (This file was created by SomeRandomBastard (at) yahoo (dot) com, so send all flames there. This is copy written material, don't use without permission, and don't claim it's yours. 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