VERONICA
 by Laura Leigh
 
               Part One Introduction
 
 He had his mother's eyes.
 
 The man straightened his tie, looking into the parlor mirror of the wonderful old
 house. The room's decor was immaculate and very expensive, reflecting the
 immense wealth of its owner. Three stories in height, with the upper two floors
 comprised almost entirely of fourteen bedrooms, the ornate mansion was one of
 the most beautiful homes in the country.
 
 It was also the most successful and most expensive brothel in Nevada. Run by a
 woman in her fifties, it had developed a well-deserved reputation for having the
 most talented 'ladies' to be found anywhere. The sexual expertise of its girls
 was the stuff of which legends are made; every one of them was young and
 exceptionally beautiful, and all had the peculiar ability to induce in a man the
 most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. Some said it was something in the
 water that made these girls so sexually adept, but most did not care. They just
 kept coming back.
 
 The brothel was especially noted for being totally risk-free; every patron had
 to pass a rigorous test for sexually transmitted diseases before being allowed
 to become a client. The house was medically clean. And no condoms were
 required, here -- all of the ladies meticulously maintained a highly-secret
 program of birth control that had always yielded perfect results. None had ever
 become pregnant, and sex within the walls of each bedroom had always been skin
 on skin, with nothing to come between man and woman.
 
 The man, Dana, thought about the sex he had just had upstairs.
 
 The girl had been gorgeous, her sexual talents amazing. What was so special
 about this brothel's 'ladies?' From her blond hair to her voluptuous figure, his
 lady had been flawlessly attractive to him.
 
 Dana was a salesman who usually spent months at a time on the road. This trip,
 he had been promised a huge contract by one of the largest farm equipment users
 in the country. But after driving nearly two thousand miles the deal had gone
 south and he was returning home empty handed. He feared for his job, which
 company history showed would be on shaky ground.
 
 He had always been something of a chauvinist, with a history of using women for
 his own pleasure with little regard for their feelings. Since these girls
 seemingly lived to serve men, Dana felt that he owed himself the intense pleasure
 of a night in this place, despite the fact that he could not pay the tremendous
 price charged by the madam -- fifteen hundred dollars a night, minimum.
 
 The elegant madam walked up and opened a ledger book on the welcoming counter.
 
 "Thank you for visiting us, sir. Please come again. Your bill will be the
 minimum, today."
 
 "I'll take care of it next time through," Dana said, hopefully.
 
 "All payment is due at the time that services are rendered," she said firmly. 
 "Will that be cash or discreet charge?"
 
 "I can't pay right now. I'll take care of it later, I promise."
 
 "You must pay now. Please don't make me resort to other means of extracting
 payment."
 
 "Sorry. I can't. I don't have it."
 
 "This debt will be paid. Today."
 
 He moved toward the front door. Nothing was stopping him from just leaving. 
 "I'll mail you a cashier's check in a week or so. I'm sorry."
 
 Dana stepped down off the porch and began across the driveway toward the spot
 where his car was parked. That was as far as he got.
 
 Intense dizziness slammed into him. His vision broke into a flash of sparkle.
 
 He felt a momentary sensation of falling, then nothing.
 
               Part Two Transformation
 
 Dana began to awaken as the limbo within which he had been trapped slowly
 released its hold on him. He thought he heard the distant sound of a door
 latching closed.
 
 He opened his eyes, looking straight upward, unable to see clearly. His senses
 were bogged down in a mire of swirling nothingness, his body unresponsive. His
 mind was sluggish, his reason unreliable. As his thoughts and vision slowly
 began to sharpen, he came to realize with some certainty that he was in bed. A
 distinctive chandelier hung dark and still above him, and he thought he
 recognized it as one that he had seen within the brothel.
 
 The room's only light, dim as it was, came from somewhere else.
 
 Dana closed his eyes again and struggled to think. He vaguely remembered the
 brothel, but remembered nothing of the madam or of his disagreement with her. 
 Nor was he aware any longer of the business trip from which he had been
 returning. His memory was disjointed and only partial.
 
 He was lying on his back on a soft and very comfortable mattress. He had fallen
 on his way to his car -- he seemed to remember that much -- and someone had
 apparently brought him inside. How long had he been here? The darkness in the
 room spoke of night.
 
 Dana drew his right arm in from the widespread position it had been resting in.
 
 It touched the side of his thigh and found only skin there. I'm naked -- where
 are my clothes?
 
 He caught the fragrance of a distinctly feminine perfume, one that hung in the
 air as if a girl of unearthly beauty had floated through the room only moments
 before. Aroused in his clouded mind, he soaked it in, trying to form a mental
 picture of the woman who had been wearing it.
 
 Dana was nearing full consciousness. He pulled his hand up toward his face, and
 in doing so brushed his wrist against his chest. It tickled his right nipple,
 which seemed more sensitive than usual.
 
 Should have cleared it by a couple of inches, he thought --
 
 He once more opened his stubborn eyes. They focused slowly, straining in the dim
 light to reveal the feminine, French decor around him. Above him he made out the
 delicate fabric of a lace canopy. The room's only light source drew his
 attention; looking aside, he saw a single candle burning on the bedside table,
 throwing its warm, meager light upon the rest of the room.
 
 He swung his legs to the side of the canopy bed in an attempt to sit up, but
 dizziness overtook him and an odd weight threw him off balance. His sudden
 motion caused the candle to flicker as the still air was disturbed. After his
 arm slipped from beneath him and he fell back onto the mattress, Dana stopped to
 breathe deeply, trying to cleanse his mind and awaken fully. Each breath felt
 odd, as if there were a weight against his chest.
 
 He felt drugged, but as he lay still for a few moments the dizziness stubbornly
 began to subside. Trying again, Dana managed to get his left arm under him and
 successfully sat up, still light-headed, and swung his legs over the side of the
 bed. He sat there for a moment, eyes closed and breathing slowly, accepting the
 minor victory as a major accomplishment. His upper arms felt odd against his
 sides, as if some strange, painless swelling beneath his underarms was keeping
 his arms from lying as flat against him as they usually did.
 
 Dana's head finally cleared, allowing him to notice that a weight pulled
 constantly and evenly against the entirety of his chest. It was something he had
 never felt before. Unsure of what to expect, Dana opened his eyes and looked
 down. Even in the warm, dim, flickering light, one glance was enough.
 
 What he saw was the one thing his rational mind would not let him believe. 
 Dana's reason shut down into a state of total confusion. His eyes, filled with
 the impossible sight, could only stare.
 
 Protruding softly and dramatically from his suddenly smooth, hairless chest were
 full, feminine breasts, majestic in proportion and youthfully firm. They were
 more magnificent than any Dana had ever personally seen on a woman, and larger
 than most of the ones he had seen displayed in the centerfolds of men's
 magazines. Their rare, colossal magnitude was such that their full spread was
 even wider than his small, newly-feminine ribcage -- anyone seeing Dana, naked
 and arms spread wide, from squarely behind would easily see the rounded outer
 contours of both breasts at once. Despite their great size, they did not sag but
 held themselves proudly up and outward as if supported by an unseen bra. They
 were silken and sensuous, as such a bust should have been, with a dewy sheen that
 played in the candlelight. At the tips of his breasts, Dana saw that his areolas
 and nipples had blossomed to full, functional proportions and had become much
 darker in color.
 
 His hands instinctively gripped the impossible mammaries as if to prove that
 they were an illusion, without substance.
 
 No sooner had his fingers gripped his breasts than Dana saw that his hands, too,
 were no longer his own. They had become much smaller and delicately feminine. 
 His suddenly-glamourous fingernails were nearly two inches long, strong and
 perfectly manicured, and they shone in the room's meager light with a hard, deep
 burgundy gloss.
 
 He looked at them carefully. They were his real nails, not merely sculptured
 nail tips, and were thick, healthy and very strong. He doubted he could break
 a nail if he wanted to, now. What the hell -- ? How long was I out? How did
 I get these -- ?
 
 Continuing to clutch his unbelievable bustline, Dana found that its softness
 filled his palms with the same yielding, fleshy sensation he had so often felt
 while squeezing the breasts of the many women with whom he had had sex. His mind
 was flooded not only with sensation from his hands as they held the soft, rounded
 mounds, but for the first time Dana knew the feel of having supple hands upon the
 warmth of one's own womanly breasts. He lifted them upward from underneath,
 feeling their full, amazing weight in his palms.
 
 "Damn!" he began, astonished. "Must be ten pounds apiece! I've got...I've got
 world-class tits!"
 
 As if it mattered now, Dana realized that the erotic, feminine perfume he had
 enjoyed was his own.
 
 Deeply confused and disoriented, he leapt to his feet.
 
 His full, animate tits danced as he suddenly stood, and their jiggling weight
 created an indescribable sensation as they continued to tug playfully against
 his chest.
 
 He lost his balance and had to steady himself against a post of the lacy canopy
 bed upon which he had lain. He looked down in denial upon his sudden feminine
 bounty and chose to disbelieve his eyes.
 
 "I'm dreaming!" he insisted. "Gotta be..."
 
 Dana wondered what other 'imaginary' changes had been done to his body. He 
 began an inventory of sorts.
 
 The first thing that struck him was that all of his previously-heavy body hair
 was gone, leaving skin of supple silk in its place. The warm light of the candle
 played slickly upon his toned flesh as he moved, examining his form overall.
 
 Afraid, he looked down through the narrow cleavage between his luscious breasts
 and saw the small area of his stomach that was not eclipsed from view.
 
 His lower abdomen was flat and totally bare, and beyond that, below his waist,
 nothing protruded -- though something once had.
 
 He reached down, wishing hard that he would find his familiar penis. As his
 fingertips apprehensively slid through the sparse tangle of curly hair just above
 his crotch, Dana paused out of fear of what he might find just below. He had
 much less pubic hair now, just like a woman -- he could feel that. Taking a deep
 breath and gathering his courage, Dana forced his hand downward.
 
 He screamed inside when his fingers discovered a gentle, new configuration of
 flesh there. He had felt it before, but never as part of his own body. There
 was a warm, moist place between his legs, one well familiar to half the population.
 
 The other half.
 
 He had a perfect, young vagina.
 
 This was a dream. A bad one. Dana looked up and saw that a large, ornate
 mirror
 was mounted to the room's dresser. At his angle he could see nothing, not yet.
 
 He did not want to see himself there, fearful of what he knew must await his
 eyes. But, knowing that answers lay only there, he forced his paralyzed body
 closer to the glass and took a deep breath. He moved in front of it, eyes
 closed, and paused a minute to gather his courage before facing the image.
 
 Another deep breath, and he opened his eyes. Dana found a reflection.
 
 Someone else's.
 
 He did not see the thirty-five year old man he knew himself to be. There in the
 glass, bathed in the dim, golden light, was a gorgeous young woman of at most
 twenty-four years of age.
 
 Dana jumped back, falling against the edge of the bed as he lost his footing. 
 He was in emotional shock, seeing and feeling a body not his own. For a moment
 he sat there on the foot of the bed, struggling in vain to make some sense of
 his situation.
 
 Looking down, Dana once again saw an owner's view of ample breasts and silken
 thighs. In utter disbelief, he rose anew and, with dread and determination,
 took position fully before the mirror.
 
 Every whisper of his existence had become utterly feminine.
 
 She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. His mind fought to correlate
 the vision of female perfection with his self-identity and failed miserably. 
 The
 sight of her made something inside him grow aroused.
 
 His body responded as part of it grew and became firm --
 
 But it was not his cock that became erect, for that was gone. Looking down, Dana
 saw that his large, pronounced nipples had become hard. He felt an odd stirring
 within his groin, a strange, sexual itch he had never felt before. Dana did not
 realize it, but his vagina was growing excited and wet.
 
 "What the hell...?" he said aloud. At the sound of the words, he almost turned,
 startled, to see the woman who had entered the room.
 
 Then, he felt foolish -- the incredibly sexy, feminine voice he had heard had
 been his own. "Hello..." he said, testing, watching himself in the mirror. 
 Female music again filled his ears as it resonated within him and floated from
 his lips.
 
 He picked up the bedside candle and used it to light a wall candelabra near the
 mirror. As its brighter light played against his flesh, Dana stared at the full,
 voluptuous figure of the woman in the mirror. His dark eyes were wide with
 fascination and disbelief, and they sparkled with a beautiful, crystalline
 purity. A glint of his former self seemed to peer out through his lovely new
 eyes, but it was the only remaining sign of the man he had once been. His
 thinning hair, once a vain concern of his, had been replaced with a lush,
 incredibly dense and long forest of gorgeous, shiny hair of dark, golden brown.
 
 That in itself was certainly desirable, but becoming a woman, however beautiful,
 was a high price to pay for stopping male pattern baldness.
 
 Dana had always enjoyed strenuous sports and exercise, but with one stunned
 glance at his new reflection he knew those days were over.
 
 He had laboriously disciplined his toned, hard, male body for years through a
 severe regimen of weight-machine workouts and physical sports, but that sculpted,
 masculine form was gone. His soft, new, intensely female figure with its immense
 bustline made any physical activity, other than playful sex, seem utterly
 impractical. Dana's large, powerful arms had diminished into soft, slender
 limbs, and his suddenly rounded form with its flawlessly fluid curves showed no
 sign of developed musculature.
 
 Dana could feel that his physical body strength was pitifully insignificant
 compared to the muscular power he had enjoyed before, but at the same time he
 felt a vibrant vitality coursing through him that he had never known before, even
 as a youth. It was the result of the vastly different blood chemistry coursing
 through his veins, a chemistry no man had ever known.
 
 A chemistry centered around estrogens -- the chemistry of a young, vital woman.
 
 Dana knew he could no longer engage even in simple running any longer, for the
 way his monstrously sexy breasts would surely, uncontrollably bounce would be
 beyond the restraining abilities of even the sturdiest sports bra. His long,
 manicured nails and carefully styled hair spoke of a soft, pampered existence,
 not of a life of hard work.
 
 "I'm a fuckin' sex kitten!" he muttered in disbelief. "All I'm good for is
 fuckin' and suckin' cock!"
 
 He climbed onto the bed and peered back into the mirror, then experimentally
 assumed a variety of physical positions before the mirror. Some pantomimed
 sports motions or work -- but the only ones that suited his new form were those
 of a woman having sex. Any passive position he took, whether that of being on
 hands and knees or that of lying on his back, legs pulled up and spread wide to
 expose his vagina, seemed perfectly suited to his new flesh. His entire body was
 almost overly feminine, as if it had been purposely designed for service as a sex
 toy and was not meant to be used for anything more.
 
 "Damn it!" he whipsered loudly. He was right -- Dana now belonged nowhere but
 upon a satin-sheeted bed, naked and enticing, giggling girlishly as he spread his
 legs for the sexual penetration of the wet tunnel between them. Barefoot and
 pregnant -- the cliche had been written just for him.
 
 Of course, it was all some impossible, fantastic dream. It had to be.
 
 There was comfort in believing that. Dana sat back until he found himself again
 on his back. The mattress rocked beneath him for a moment, and the motion of the
 bed beneath him was echoed by the movement of his heavy, unfamiliar breasts
 against his chest as their soft tissue pulled to the sides and settled.
 
 For several minutes he lay there, eyes closed, cupping his tits in his hands as
 he tried to gather his wits.
 
 Accepting his situation as unreal, Dana rose once more and stood in the ample
 candlelight, wondering at the concrete reality of the intense dream he was
 having. His image in the mirror was deliciously beautiful; his body was the
 feminine ideal. The warm light slid smoothly along his taut, young skin. His
 face was impeccably made up. He had full, sensuous lips that were defined by a
 perfectly-applied coat of frosted burgundy lipstick.
 
 Having the thick, slick wetness and soft fragrance of the lipstick upon his
 tender lips felt more natural and enjoyable to him with each passing moment. 
 Why?
 
 His prominent, lovely cheekbones had been artistically defined with blusher and
 contour. His eyebrows had been carefully shaped. A perfect melding of sweeping,
 smoky eyeshadows and eyeliner, combined with his long, luxurious, mascara-coated
 lashes, gave his gaze a penetrating sexiness. Dana's had become eyes that no man
 could withstand, designed to melt any resistance and inspire the immediate
 erection of any penis within a mile.
 
 His shiny brown mane of long hair, resting upon and almost as wide as his creamy
 shoulders, was sexily styled in a manner that beautifully framed his pretty face. 
 Dana lifted his arms to gently touch his hairstyle, and found that it had been
 fixed into place with a ladies' hairspray that, despite its holding power, left
 his hair soft to the touch. He experimentally held his arms high in the air,
 seeing how his new breasts moved with each new body position, and noticed that
 his underarms were soft and cleanshaven.
 
 Of course they are, he thought, feeling their smoothness. They should be.
 
 And my ears are pierced, he realized, seeing that the dangling hoop earrings he
 wore were hung by posts of silver wire passing through his earlobes. Had he been
 unconscious long enough for them to have healed following piercing? Perhaps that
 also explained how his hair and nails could have grown so long --
 
 Or, maybe, by some magical spell, he had instantaneously become the female he 
 now was.
 
 He wondered at the possibility, knowing of no conceivable medical explanation for
 his new form. He knew little about medical progress, but he was sure that his
 incredible sexual metamorphosis was light years beyond the capability of
 conventional transsexual surgery. In every conceivable manner, Dana had become
 a woman.
 
 And no mere woman. He had become a woman designed exclusively for the pleasure
 of men. Every minute detail of his body, however subtle, was as purely female
 as if he had been born to spend his entire adult life, legs spread, in bed with
 a man atop him.
 
 Atop him and inside him.
 
 Dana turned away from the mirror and sat once more upon the edge of the bed. His
 mind raced, trying vainly to formulate a logical explanation for his fantastic
 situation. There was none, leaving little to do but ride the dream out. Any
 moment, he would wake up and be in his own bed, the same man he had always been.
 Until then, he resolved to make the best of all this and try to have fun with it.
 
 Curiosity began to swell within Dana. In amazed disbelief, his fingers began to
 explore the new center of his physical sexuality. As they again found his sudden
 vagina, his own gentle touch caused him to inhale sharply. His touch sent
 unfamiliar waves of pleasure to his brain as his fingers momentarily explored the
 folds of his labia. One spot in particular cried out with a wave of sensitivity
 -- he had found his clitoris.
 
 Taking a deep breath, he plunged his index finger into the spot where, on every
 woman he had ever laid, a deepness began.
 
 The finger disappeared into him. He felt it inside.
 
 "Okay, Dana," he thought aloud, his mind confused, his finger inside him,
 desperately trying to sort things out. "You're dreaming that you've got tits and
 a pussy...that doesn't make you gay." He sat there, growing more unsure of his
 sexuality.
 
 "Just...just go with it and see what happens."
 
 More fascinated and curious than horrified, Dana continued to explore the new
 contours of his now-womanly crotch. The stimulation felt good, considering it
 was all a dream, and Dana wondered if the same act in reality would feel the same
 way to a real woman. The slipperiness and softness of the flesh just within his
 vulva was incredible. And it felt so good --
 
 After using it to repeatedly penetrate his vagina and massage his clitoris, Dana
 pulled his middle finger with its long, polished nail away from his pussy and
 held it near his nose. He found on it the same arousing, fishy scent he had
 always found between the legs of other women. He sucked the finger. He knew the
 taste.
 
 
 If it feels like a pussy, and smells like a pussy, and tastes like a pussy...
 
 I have a pussy! Damn, this dream seems real!
 
 He stood up and lifted his right foot, bringing it to rest upon the bed in order
 to get a closer look at his long, lovely legs. A ribbon of reflected candlelight
 flowed down the youthful skin of his thighs and calves, creating a sexy gloss
 that emphasized his feminine lines. His toenails, polished in burgundy to match
 his fingernails, seemed perfectly suited for gracing both his sensuous legs and
 the feet that lay beyond his slender ankles.
 
 He ran his palm along the back of his calf and down his shin, and found only
 silkiness with no trace of hair or razor stubble.
 
 Dana then ran his hands along the sides of his luxuriously curved figure from
 bustline to thigh and back again, wondering at the classic, almost unattainable
 narrowness of his new waistline and the flowing way in which his bust, waist, and
 hips formed a sensuous whole. His small waist and soft, narrow shoulders made
 his breasts seem that much larger. He estimated his measurements at 42-24-36.
 
 His body was soft and yielding, so as to melt into the hard embrace of a strong
 man. The thought was exciting --
 
 I look like a Barbie doll, he realized. One with dark hair and Dolly Parton's
 tits. He intentionally bounced up and down a bit, watching his huge breasts as
 they responded in kind. Their gelatinous motion was an insistent, constant
 reminder of his sudden womanhood. Dana had the fully-developed breasts of a
 voluptuous woman, yet he had not had a girl's puberty during which to slowly
 develop them and become used to their weight and feel. They felt so odd -- yet,
 somehow, they made him feel whole.
 
 He cradled a breast in each hand, feeling their weight, enjoying their definitive
 womanliness, despite himself. Their football-shaped forms youthfully jutted
 outward without laying upon his abdomen, protruding firmly and supporting their
 own supple mass, somehow without the use of a bra. His cleavage was a valley of
 warm velvet that was deep and dramatically bordered by the luxurious mountains
 on either side. Gripping the underside of a breast in each hand, he massaged
 them together and wondered at the fact that he was feeling the lovely new
 additions to his body slide flesh-on-flesh against each other. He easily rubbed
 his nipples together, an act which had, of course, been impossible for him
 before. The sensation was utterly erotic, and for a moment Dana imagined having
 a slippery cock buried within his cleavage, with the organ sliding back and forth
 as he pressed his breasts together in a lustful titty-fuck.
 
 Dana was really enjoying his new body and its wondrous contours, but he convinced
 himself he was merely lusting after his own image as he would after any such woman.
 
 The truth was, he was enjoying being the girl in the mirror.
 
 Dana hated to admit it but, compared to his appearance as a man, he had become
 so much more attractive that the change was a definite step up for him.
 
 As a man, Dana had been ranked, at best, a six. As a woman, he rated far above
 ten. Part of him felt sorry that this was only a dream.
 
 It was the first time he had ever dreamed he was female, and Dana was loving it. 
 He accepted the apparent fact that he was not the macho, purely heterosexual man
 he had always thought himself to be. Whether he was latently gay or transsexual
 he did not know, but he knew he found femininity pleasant and even exciting.
 
 He watched the intoxicatingly sexual girl in the mirror as she perfectly echoed
 his every movement. Animating her, Dana playfully and teasingly leaned forward
 until his huge breasts hung invitingly before him, jiggling and luscious. 
 "Ooooh...do it now, Dana," he said breathily and beggingly, reaching back to
 spread his buttocks wide. "Fuck me now...right here...let me feel you sticking
 your cock into me...no one will know...I locked the door..."
 
 He was imitating a girl who, along with Dana, had been a sales clerk at a Vermont
 shopping mall shoe store. Her name was Laura, and at the time she was the
 sexiest girl he had ever seen. Their relationship had quickly become rather
 intense, for it consisted largely of creative and often risky sex.
 
 "I feel you inside me, Dana," the bent-over woman in the mirror continued,
 responding to the entry of an unseen cock and the merciless pounding of her
 phantom lover. He gripped his swinging breasts, their supple mass easily
 overflowing his feminine hands as he gently and rhythmically squeezed. His long
 nails dug lightly into the softness of the womanly tissue. His nipples nestled
 like velvet against his palms.
 
 Dana was re-enacting an incident from the year before, when he had indeed screwed
 Laura from behind right there in the back room of the store, during a weekend
 sales rush, with the store manager knocking outside. Knowing the man was there,
 impatiently waiting for the door to be unlocked, had made their lovemaking that
 much more exciting. Now, he saw himself in the same, passive, ass-in-the-air
 position that Laura had been in that day. But seeing his new self in that same
 pose, with those same words coming out of his own sexy lips made his girlfriend
 seem almost boyish by comparison.
 
 "It's so big, Dana..." he acted. "Ooooh...oh, yes...fuck me,
 Dana...harder...harder...faster..." He felt himself growing aroused in an odd,
 new way. His nipples got hard once more.
 
 His pussy got seriously hot and very wet, craving the entry of its male
 counterpart.
 
 Dana, still bent over at the waist with legs spread, reached back between his
 legs and instinctively began to finger his blazing, dripping pussy. His right
 tit bounced against his upper arm as he massaged his clitoris. The slippery
 wetness dripping from his tingling vulva drenched his fingertips as he rubbed his
 own clit, just as he had rubbed those of his lovers for years. As Dana continued
 to masturbate, the wet sound that filled his pierced ears punctuated the
 incredible sensation he was feeling, exciting his pussy beyond control.
 
 With his left hand, he had to support himself against the bedpost as a fire
 flared to life within his abdomen, a flame that felt so good that he could not stop.
 
 Ohhhh -- it feels so good --
 
 He felt his legs grow shaky as his masturbation reached a fever pitch.
 
 His breathing became sharper, louder, more rhythmic. As he continued to finger
 his pussy, Dana realized that a woman's lustful moan was sounding in his throat. 
 The inferno within his female abdomen suddenly swelled, rising fiercely, until
 it could no longer be contained. Truly imagining himself as Laura, a woman's cry
 of extreme sexual ecstasy poured from his burgundy lips --
 
 "I...MY...MY PUSSY! FUCK MY...MY...OOOOOOOOOH!"
 
 An intense pleasure greater than any he had ever known exploded into every part
 of his female flesh. A sparkle filled his clenched eyes as if he were blacking
 out. Dana cried out sharply, his high, feminine squeal filling his ears as the
 electric orgasm overloaded his nerves.
 
 For the first time ever, Dana knew pleasure in its purest physical form.
 
 He knew a woman's orgasm.
 
 He sensation was beyond the male imagination. Dana was filled, consummated,
 complete -- for the first time.
 
 "Ooooooooh...oooooooh...ooooooh..." he moaned softly. panting as the intensity
 of his climax began to fade. He began to realize that something warm was running
 down the insides of his thighs. For a few minutes, breathing hard, he could only
 lean against the bedpost, coming down from the orgasm.
 
 As his breathing finally settled down he slowly stood up straight, legs unsteady,
 and watched the woman in the mirror do the same. He had been momentarily owned
 by the orgasm and was only now regaining the use of his mental faculties. He
 held his wet fingers near his nose once more and found upon them the unmistakable
 scent of a woman's hot sexual fluids.
 
 I came! I came as a woman! My pussy is...is...
 
 "...real!" he finished aloud.
 
 The coolness of the spent come on his inner thighs and the musky aroma of sex in
 the room were too distinct not to be real. The fiery intensity of the orgasm
 that had burned within him had brought him to the realization that this was not
 a dream. Despite his desperate need to believe otherwise, he knew that his
 senses were too alert, too sharp, too solid for this to be anything but hard reality.
 
 "I'm...I'm a girl," he whispered in cruel realization.
 
 Somehow, using a relentless and wickedly effective method beyond Dana's
 imagination, someone had utterly and impossibly reshaped his flesh into that of
 an incredibly sensuous girl. He saw no possibility of returning to his normal
 physical form, for the alterations done to him were simply too extensive and
 complex. His penis and testes were irretrievably gone. He was going to find
 those who had done this to him and make them pay for irreversibly altering his
 life into one so foreign to him that no aspect of daily life, no matter how
 minute, could ever be the same again. Dana did not even know how to urinate any
 more.
 
 What was he to do, as far as friends and family were concerned? How could he
 possibly walk up to his parents and inform them that he had joined his mother
 amid the ranks of womanhood -- that he had leapt across the boundary line between
 the sexes and was now the daughter she had always wanted?
 
 Now I know what you felt, Mom.
 
 On the night you conceived me, with Dad inside you --
 
 For a moment he became his mother, lying in his mother's bed, having passionate
 sex with his father. The faster and harder his father, pinning the girl beneath
 him, pumped into Dana, the more he realized he was becoming aroused again --
 
 He struggled to bury the image as lying beyond the limits of his moral framework. 
 Just because he had become capable of having incestuous sex with his father did
 not mean he wanted to -- but why was the thought so exciting?
 
 Assuming Dana went home, how could he even begin to convince his parents that the
 beautiful young girl speaking to them was in reality their son? And what about
 everyone else? Assuming they could believe and accept the change at all, he knew
 that every one of his male friends, married or not, would now see him with a
 purely lustful eye and would continually imagine themselves having sex with him. 
 He had simply become too sexually attractive for any man to think of him otherwise.
 
 The most open-minded girl he knew, Laura, might accept him, even welcome him, as
 one of her own kind. Laura's younger brother, in fact, had had sex-change
 surgery in Colorado and was now living as a married woman in Connecticut. That
 transformation had been unbelievably dramatic, and Joey, now Joanna, had ended
 up such a gorgeous girl that his -- her -- husband never suspected that his wife
 had not been born that way. Laura was thrilled with having a new sister.
 
 Dana looked again upon his reflection and drew a mental comparison. "This blows
 even your change out of the water," he whispered aloud as if to Joanna. 
 "Whether I like it or not, there's a new girl in town."
 
 Dana knew that Laura alone stood as his best hope of refuge once he got out of
 the brothel. A little on the kinky side, she loved feminizing boys -- one of her
 greatest pleasures, before Joey's sex-change, had been doing regular makeovers
 on him, during which Laura, joyfully, made him look convincingly like a girl.
 
 He was her twin brother. By doing his makeup and nails for him and dressing him
 up in her own clothes, Laura created for herself the sister she had always wanted
 -- in fact, only after Joey was fully made up did he and his sister see how very
 much they really did look alike. All throughout Joey's high school years he
 happily spent his evenings in dresses and heels. He bought a pair of silicone
 breast forms, which, while he still needed them, gave him a proper figure for a
 pretty young woman. Joey's slight build, unusually wide hips (for a boy) and
 feminine mannerisms made him a highly successful crossdresser, and only after
 Laura had perfected Joey's feminine disguise did he confide to her that he wanted
 to be a girl for real.
 
 Laura was thrilled when she learned of Joey's desire to become a woman, and she
 delighted in helping to feminize his body in any way she could. She had her
 brother move into her apartment with her in order to avoid having his parents see
 his transformation. Her job at a beauty salon allowed her to emasculate him
 skillfully, after hours, turning him into the young lady he wanted to be.
 
 She waxed his legs. She pierced his ears. Joey kept his long, thick hair
 arranged in a pretty, feminine style, one which Laura often emphasized by adding
 a large bow in back. He looked female and pretty, but Laura did not stop at
 merely making cosmetic changes to his flesh.
 
 A close friend who owed Laura several favors worked at a nearby pharmacy. That
 allowed Laura to obtain large quantities of estrogen for Joey just before he
 entered puberty, allowing Joey to pre-empt his normal puberty with the female
 hormones any girl would experience as she reached maturity.
 
 Their effect upon his body was dramatic, forging an adult woman from the male
 flesh he had been born with. The change in Joey was startling, and very rapid.
 
 His voice became soft and feminine. Over the phone, everyone to whom he spoke,
 whether he was ordering a pizza or a dress from the home shopping channel,
 thought he was a girl and called him 'miss' or 'ma'am.'
 
 His body was soft and feminine, too. Joey was soon forced to tape up his chest
 before going out in public, in order to conceal the existence of his
 ever-enlarging breasts. Only inside the apartment, with Laura the only witness,
 could he relax and let them bounce free and unrestrained beneath a loose T-shirt
 or nightgown.
 
 Shortly thereafter, when his breasts had reached the size of Laura's and were far
 too large to be hidden any more, Joey happily began to wear the bras he needed
 and dressed and lived as a girl every minute of the day. He had little choice
 -- by then, he had also developed overall body measurements nearly identical to
 Laura's, giving him a curvaceous figure that allowed him to share all of his
 sister's clothes.
 
 Tucked into Laura's shiny, black string bikini, he looked sexy and natural coated
 in suntan oil as he lounged next to the swimming pool of the apartment complex.
 
 Watching from the window as the boys gawked lustfully at Joey's glistening,
 feminine form, Laura knew her brother was utterly committed for life to his
 chosen gender. There was no going back. Joey could never again pass for a boy. 
 Ever.
 
 Laura often took her 'sister' shopping at malls in other cities, where no one
 Laura knew could ask questions and the two of them could enjoy the day doing the
 things young girls do. Laura had told Dana of one day when she had taken Joey
 to 'Glamour Shots,' where, after selecting suitable jewelry and a pretty hat and
 top, the unsuspecting photographer had taken a series of lovely, soft-focus
 portraits of the 'girl.' Laura still had some of them framed on her wall.
 
 Finally, upon Joey's twenty-first birthday, Laura had used several thousand
 dollars from her trust fund to give him 'the operation' as a birthday gift. A
 new woman, Joanna lived with Laura until meeting and moving in with the man she
 would marry some two years later.
 
 Surely, Laura will accept me this way, Dana thought. She'll want to spend hours
 dressing me in her clothes, treating me like the human Barbie doll I am. Dana
 called up a mental image of himself once again in bed with Laura, but rather than
 being her male lover he visualized himself with her as one of two girls servicing
 another man. He knew that the sexually imaginative Laura, most likely, would
 barely be able to wait to arrange sessions of three-way sex involving Dana,
 herself, and whatever willing man she could find. One thing was for sure -- she
 could teach him every facet of the fine art of being a woman, and he knew he
 needed a good coach.
 
 Dana felt an odd calmness sweep through him. He saw his luscious new body with
 a new eye, one fully accepting of the reality of his situation. Suddenly, he
 felt no panic, no alarm at being a woman. Taking a deep breath, he even welcomed
 life as a woman -- and decided that if he was to be a woman he would enjoy it.
 
 A new mind took him. As womanhood had claimed his body, so now had it claimed
 his identity.
 
 Dana picked up a black, see-through teddy that was lying atop the dresser. He
 slipped it on, feeling its airy nothingness as it slid over his breasts and hung
 upon his body.
 
 The feel of the weightless, delicate nylon upon his soft form was -- nice. The
 teddy hung to his hips and concealed nothing, for concealment was not its
 purpose. It served only to accentuate the extreme femininity of his form, and
 his dark areolas and erect nipples were obvious beneath the lingerie's flimsy
 black sheerness.
 
 The significance of where he was finally impacted upon Dana. The room was one
 of several used by the girls of the brothel for the 'entertainment' of paying
 gentlemen. Adding to that the fact that Dana had been given a full makeover, and
 that his hair, makeup and nails were impeccably done to feminine perfection --
 
 He understood.
 
 His face had been made up and his nails and hair done for a reason. Dana was now
 to be a lady of the evening, however involuntarily. That this was not a dream
 was incredible; that he was meant to let men have sex with him, and that they
 would all sexually penetrate and come inside him, was overwhelming.
 
 So that's it, he realized. Since I didn't pay my bill, I have to work off my
 debt as one of the girls. Somehow, the madam 'arranged' all of this, and working
 for her naturally meant having to be a gorgeous woman.
 
 He saw no reason to doubt that he had all the same sexual plumbing found in any
 woman, nor did he doubt that he was fertile. For the first time in his life he
 began to worry about getting pregnant, and being able to get pregnant meant that
 he would have a monthly period to contend with, just like all the other girls.
 
 After a few minutes, it dawned upon Dana that as one of the brothel's girls he
 would already have been put on whatever birth control it was that the madam
 employed. He breathed a little easier.
 
 I wonder how many of the lovely young things in this place are former men working
 off a debt? Was the gorgeous blond I fucked tonight, in reality, someone's
 former husband or brother?
 
 Dana realized with a mixture of fascination and amazement that the total
 knowledge of how to utterly please a man in bed had become his. Though he had
 never had sex with a man, Dana knew perfectly every technique for sucking a cock,
 riding a cock, and using his new vaginal muscles to rhythmically grip a cock as
 it penetrated him, whether from atop or from behind.
 
 And, Dana knew, I want to do it! More than anything, I want to have sex with
 men! And, somehow, Dana remembered the taste of having an erect penis in his
 mouth. The taste of semen --
 
 His self-control was waning. Dana knew that he could not just sit in the room,
 waiting for someone -- someone expecting sex -- to enter, for once that happened
 his discipline would crumble.
 
 Dana's new, intensely female sexual urges would take over and he would live the
 rest of his life -- joyfully -- as a willing sexual slave, one of the madam's
 'ladies.' His immediate need was for escape.
 
 I have to get out of here -- before I no longer want to get out of here!
 
              Part Three Getting Dressed
 
 Dana walked to the window, his breasts bouncing fluidly beneath his teddy with
 each step. This is so wild! he wanted to shout. The woman peeked through a
 part in the lacy curtain and discovered that he was, as he expected, in an
 upstairs bedroom. His view was one overlooking the parking lot, but he could
 not
 locate his car. He knew he had to get out of the house and find Laura, but he
 also knew he could not walk around dressed as nearly naked as he was.
 
 Turning away from the window, his eyes fell once more upon the room's lacy,
 canopy bed. It looks so comfortable. More each moment, Dana desired womanhood
 to its vaginal fullest. He wanted to lie nude and oiled on that oh-so-soft
 mattress, seductively, waiting for a man to enter --
 
 Just once -- just so I'll know how it feels. I'll let just one man fuck me, and
 after I know how it feels I'll make a break for it --
 
 No! Dana, his heartbeat rapid, fought to shake the thought and began to search
 the room for some kind of clothing.
 
 The room's dresser drawers and closet contained, of course, only women's things. 
 Revealing ones, at that, suited for the sex games customers would ask for. After
 his preliminary search, Dana realized that, by habit, he had been searching for
 men's clothes. Stupid! Like they'd fit me now! Indeed, had they fit at all it
 would only have been in a comically cute fashion, as if he were a wife trying on
 her husband's too-big clothes.
 
 Dana made peace with the fact that for the rest of his life he would have to wear
 ladies' clothing and lingerie. He wondered what his dress size was.
 
 As he pulled off the teddy, his jiggling breasts demanded his attention like
 jealous children.
 
 Having them was so exciting and comforting that Dana wondered how he had ever
 lived without them. Considering their immensity once more, he happily knew he
 had acquired a clothing necessity he had never had before.
 
 I need a bra --
 
 Dana wondered what his cup size was and knew that, whatever it was, it was
 something incredible. Checking the dresser, he found that one drawer held an
 imaginative assortment of bras and other sexy foundations, which were made from
 everything from leather to rubber to lace. The sexy girl within him nudged him
 without words into picking up a strapless, black satin and lace 'merry widow'
 rather than a simple bra, and a test fit of its soft, lace-edged cups proved that
 they were just large enough to properly support and nestle comfortably against
 his breasts. Whichever girl normally used the room was apparently equally
 well-endowed. Dana tried to think of which of the ladies that would have been,
 narrowing the field to two.
 
 Dana pulled its sleek black form around his waist and fastened the sturdy hooks
 which held it tightly closed. Adjusting his breasts within the cups resulted in
 a painted-on fit, and the lower part of the sensual lingerie rested perfectly
 upon his well-rounded hips. After he had finished closing its hooks he found
 himself having a difficult time breathing, but after a few moments he seemed to
 adjust to the grip of the 'merry widow' and breathed a little easier. It cinched
 his waist hard, reducing his waist to a waspish narrowness that was utterly erotic.
 
 Well-boned, the 'widow' cinched Dana's waistline unmercifully, creating a hard,
 enticing line between Dana's small, tapered waist and the sudden, rounded,
 outward curve of his hips. He found himself strangely aroused by the widow's
 harsh grip, loving the incredible figure the garment gave him in the mirror, and
 the fact that he could no longer breathe as freely seemed a small price to pay
 for such a tiny, gorgeous waistline. His restrained, dramatically molded figure
 was incredibly sexy, and the only time he had seen curves anywhere near as
 seductive had been on Laura once, when she had dressed similarly during a sex game.
 
 Dana made a few final adjustments and his wet, sexy smile beamed at the sight of
 the fit. The 'merry widow's' design teasingly made his firm breasts seem as if
 they would fall out of their marginal cups any second, as well as creating an
 even-more-impressive cleavage by pressing his breasts together to form a deep
 line of vertical union between them. He gazed, in love with the depth of his cleavage.
 
 After I service my men, I can put the money they pay me into there --
 
 --no! Get a grip! He fought to hang on.
 
 His areolas peeked from behind a border fringe of black lace. The sheen of the
 satin defined the contours of his womanly roundness, and revealed the points at
 which his nipples pressed against the insides of each cup. The tag on the 'merry
 widow' had said he was a Double-D cup in size, and he believed it. Look at these
 babies, he thought. Until now, I always dreamed of getting my hands on a girl
 with tits like these. Now I have them myself, but they don't seem to turn me on
 that way any more.
 
 "Girls," he said to his breasts, "you've never looked better. What a shame to
 waste this body...I'd make a world-class hooker."
 
 His figure was flawless, smooth and dripping with irresistable sexuality. His
 was epic beauty, uncommon and sought after. No fashion model he could remember
 had anything over him. Questions haunted him. Why am I not aroused by that girl
 in the mirror? He knew that it was unnatural behavior for him to be embracing
 this body so quickly; what he didn't know was why he found himself enjoying it
 more each minute. At that point he did not know if, given the chance, he would
 choose to return to being the man he had been.
 
 A rapid, smooth transition had been taking place in his thought processes. His
 neural pathways were realigning themselves, his entire brain chemistry changing. 
 His attitudes, his desires, his needs, his self-image, his sexual drives, and
 every shred of identity that made him who he was were relentlessly falling away
 and being replaced by those of a woman.
 
 That night, his feminization would be utterly complete, and the man Dana had been
 would disappear forever.
 
 Holding a pair of sheer stockings, Dana sat on the edge of the bed. Doing what
 he had seen and subconsciously memorized while watching past girlfriends dress,
 Dana rolled one leg of the hosiery and pulled it over his dainty, polished
 toenails; his foot assumed a naturally downward-pointed position when at rest,
 as if the pose were the result of many years of wearing spike-heeled pumps. The
 sleek, delicate fabric of the stocking slid easily up the glass-smooth skin of
 his leg until, finally, he was able to fasten the 'merry widow''s long garters
 to hold the hosiery in place. He slipped into the other stocking. The woman
 inside him felt sexy and beautiful.
 
 A search through another drawer revealed a pair of black silk and lace panties
 that, despite their extreme skimpiness, seemed suitable for him. He slipped them
 on, a bit surprised at the way the shiny fabric melted against his hips. The
 tiny crotch panel of the panties was barely large enough to conceal his new
 female mound, leaving his feminine bush of pubic hair largely exposed. He
 enjoyed their feel.
 
 Dana did not realize it, but, like Laura always did, he had dressed in the manner
 of a woman expecting sex. He wore his panties over his garters, where they could
 be easily pulled off without having to remove his stockings or anything else,
 leaving his vagina open and ready at a second's notice.
 
 Dana walked over to the closet, the hosiery of his dainty feet sliding slightly
 against the cool, polished, hardwood floor. As he moved, he cupped his huge
 breasts gently in order to help restrain their excited jiggling, for even the
 cups of the 'merry widow' he wore could not hold them completely still. The
 stockings felt nice against his legs, and he liked their sheen. He opened the
 French closet door and found, mounted to the wall inside, a shoe rack that held
 women's pumps in many different styles and colors. Their heel heights ranged
 from four to seven inches, and the shoes were obviously meant to make one's legs
 more erotic rather than to provide sensible footing.
 
 He chose five-inch heels in a simple glossy black. They fit well and were far
 more confortable than he had imagined they would be. He expected to have a hard
 time getting used to the shoes, for he was, after all, practically walking on his
 toes. He found, however, that walking in them came as second nature, as if he
 had learned their feel during a life spent in the body of a teenage girl. He
 enjoyed the way the shoes made his legs look. Dana walked back and forth in the
 room, watching himself in a full-length mirror as he flowed sexily by.
 
 How complete the madam's work is, Dana realized. I walk so easily in high-heels --
 
 In fact, a vast ocean of purely feminine subtleties had already become an
 irreversible part of his identity, so much so that he did not realize them. The
 way he walked. The way he moved. The way he looked at his nails. The way he
 sat, legs crossed and together. The delicate way he held his hands, as if to
 show his nails to their best advantage. He gave all these things no more thought
 than would any woman -- they were all an irrevocably natural part of him now. 
 Were he somehow returned to physical manhood, he would remain painfully effeminate.
 
 Unfortunately, the closet held little that Dana could wear in public without
 being arrested. This must be the bondage room, he thought, looking at the
 intricate array of leather and rubber attire. The only thing hanging there that
 could be worn outside was very skimpy and seductively slinky, and as he held the
 short, strapless black evening dress up before him a reflection of its glittering
 sequins sparkled in his dark, sultry eyes. He slipped into it, its cool, silky
 fabric sliding like oil down Dana's smooth body before coming to rest with
 figure-hugging sexiness just below his rounded ass. Lucky it happens to fit me,
 Dana thought, wondering whether it was more than coincidence. As little as it
 covered his curvaceous form, he half expected that he would get arrested anyway. 
 He noticed a matching purse lying atop the dresser, and picked it up.
 
 The reborn woman caught his reflection in a full-length mirror across the room.
 
 As he breathlessly drinked in the image of the girl in the mirror, her beauty
 astonished him. His long, silky legs were gorgeous. The black dress with its
 crotch-level hemline somehow made his body even more seductive than it had been
 naked; he could barely believe that such an incredible creature could have been
 formed out of the sow's ear he had been before. Dana noticed for the first time
 that he was now considerably shorter than before his transformation. He had been
 six feet-one inch as a man, but seemed to have become about five-ten with his
 transformation. Five inches of that was in the heels he wore, he realized,
 leaving him at the more feminine barefooted height of five-five.
 
 Every square inch of the ravishing creature in the mirror positively dripped raw
 sex. Dana had become a seductress of unmatched beauty. He found himself
 wondering how much money a man would pay to have sex with him. And whether or
 not he would be worth it.
 
 How would it feel to have a cock buried inside me? The question nagged at him,
 demanding that he find the answer.
 
 I want a man to fuck me! I want to suck his cock and feel him inside me! I --
 I want to stay -- !
 
 He managed to keep his ever-slipping grip on his discipline and buried the
 burning desires, though he was having a harder and harder time telling himself
 why he should leave.
 
 Dana glided back to the window, his heels clicking, the dress hugging his form
 with a shimmering black sparkle as he moved. Cars filled the space around the
 house for this was a popular place, despite its remoteness. He knew that he
 could not climb out of the window and drop from the second floor, not dressed
 like this and with this body.
 
 He would have to try to sneak out some other way.
 
 He picked up a few things from the dresser and put them into his purse, knowing
 it might seem odd for a woman to be carrying an empty one around. A small spray
 bottle of perfume contained the same fragrance he was already wearing. He also
 picked up a lipstick, a compact, and a tube of mascara, as well as an ornate
 hairbrush.
 
 Dana paused before the mirror and primped, checking his makeup and hair and
 making sure that nothing that might arouse suspicion was out of place. Then,
 with his spiked heels click-clicking against the hard floor, Dana delicately
 walked toward the door.
 
 His large earrings jingled in his ears.
 
 Ten feet from the door, he stopped.
 
 Too late!
 
 Dana froze as he saw the shadow of someone outside filling the open slit at the
 bottom of the door. The cut-glass doorknob slowly turned, clicking as it
 stopped. The quiet squeak of antique hinges filled the room, its sound and the
 pounding of his own heart the only thing filling Dana's ears.
 
 The door opened to reveal the figure of a man, silhouetted in the doorway. He
 was enormous, filling the wooden frame with his muscular form. The man entered,
 closed the door behind him, and walked closer in the candlelight. Dana knew why
 he was there.
 
 The man's eyes slowly drank in the vision of the ravishing woman in the room he
 had been given. Her curvaceous figure in the romantic lighting caused stirrings
 in his crotch as his eyes caressed her beauty from head to luscious toe.
 
 "Well, now, that's more like it," the man said with obvious approval of Dana's
 sensuous form. He walked over to the bed, still checking Dana out, undressing
 the girl in his mind. "You're new, right? Come over here, sweetheart. You're
 a pretty one."
 
 Dana's heart raced. He dared not make a scene. Not now. Not when he was so
 close to escape. He walked up to the man, smiling nervously, setting his purse
 back on the dresser.
 
 "They...they sent you in here?" Dana asked, trying to remain cool.
 
 "Uh huh," the man affirmed.
 
 "And you want...?" the woman asked, knowing the answer.
 
 "You, baby," he said, staring hungrily into Dana's cleavage.
 
              Part Four First Encounter
 
 "Aren't we in a hurry," Dana commented with a teasing, feminine tone as the man
 quickly stripped down to his underwear. The man was in his early forties and
 powerfully built, and he seemed clean and well-groomed. An athlete of some kind,
 perhaps. Dana found that seeing the man's huge, well-defined biceps gave him the
 same sexual thrill he had previously felt when looking upon the tits and ass of
 a beautiful girl. Dana could not help himself -- he reached out to feel the hard
 muscle of the man's upper arms.
 
 "Do you...work out?" the woman asked, a slight jitter of nervousness in his voice.
 
 "I play football. Professionally. Ten-year veteran."
 
 Ooooooooh...he's gorgeous --
 
 "I told them I didn't like the blonde they gave me last time. Too skinny," he
 said, stroking Dana's left breast, "if you know what I mean. You're perfect."
 
 Dana knew that he could not escape the brothel still a 'virgin.' Refusing sex
 with the man would bring immediate and loud attention as he complained.
 
 In order to avoid arousing suspicion, Dana would have to be a call girl, at least
 this once, for real.
 
 For the night, anyway, he would have to have sex with the man -- servicing him
 as a woman, taking the passive role of a woman.
 
 Dana had no choice.
 
 Dana knew his willpower was failing. Once I've done it, will I be able to leave
 the brothel? Will I be able to go back to Laura?
 
 All of his sex drives were totally female, now, and having sex with a man struck
 him as wonderfully natural; in fact, something within him was actually thrilled
 at being forced into the situation. "What would you like tonight?" he asked in
 his sexiest voice, actually enjoying a slight tease as he placed his right hand
 onto the man's crotch.
 
 He could feel that an erection was already building within the man's gray slacks. 
 It moved against Dana's hand as it grew. Its rising life made Dana's heart leap
 with the excitement of being a woman who had such an effect on men.
 
 Dana remembered the things the girls had said to him when he had been a male customer.
 
 "Why don't we start with you giving me a name to call you? It doesn't have to
 be your real name."
 
 "Uh...Vic. Yeah, Vic."
 
 "Okay, Vic honey. You just relax, and let Dana show you a good time."
 
 Dana knew the man could do anything but relax; his erection threatened to rip
 open a pants seam.
 
 Here we go, Dana thought, a little nervously. Dana turned away and held up his
 hair so the man could unzip his dress.
 
 The man was ready, obviously; a full two inches of his erection protruded above
 the elastic waistband of his briefs.
 
 As he felt his zipper loosen, Dana turned back to face the man. His eyes fixed
 upon the man's bulging member; he found himself wanting it inside him. His
 nipples were hard beneath the glittering fabric of the shiny black gown. Dana
 immediately let the dress fall to the floor.
 
 "Put your shoes back on," the man requested. "I like legs in heels."
 
 "Anything you want, honey." Dana's enviable breasts with their hard, erect
 nipples bounced teasingly as he stepped out of the evening dress, leaving him
 only in the 'merry widow.' The tight, shiny black grip of the sexy garment around
 Dana's middle emphasized the luxury of his bustline above and smooth mound below.
 
 Vic pulled down Dana's cups to fully expose both breasts.
 
 "Oh, my g..." Vic began with sexual awe in his quiet voice. "Your tits
 are... oh, your tits are just..."
 
 Dana proudly looked down at his colossal breasts with their large, hard nipples. 
 "You like my big titties, honey?" he asked teasingly. "Tonight, they're just
 for you." Vic nodded speechlessly, buried his face in them and caressed them for
 the few moments it took his aching cock to reach full size.
 
 Dana slipped back into his high heels and dropped to his knees before the man,
 coming face to face with the excited cock. The woman pulled the elastic
 waistband of Vic's underwear down and the stiff, circumcised penis dropped
 forward, stopping only a fraction of an inch from Dana's shiny burgundy lips. 
 "M-m-my," Dana said, surprised at the immensity of the swollen organ as it
 pointed at his face, straight out and slightly upward. It was much larger than
 Dana's had been during his life as a man. "Aren't we a big, healthy boy."
 
 "I've never had a complaint."
 
 "And you won't hear one from me, honey." The woman slid the man's briefs down
 to his ankles, and he stepped out of them. Fully naked, Vic stood before the girl.
 
 Dana had a true hunger to suck the erect organ. The driving compulsion
 overwhelmed him, ruling his mind. He opened his mouth, and with a horny woman's
 excitement he reached out with a warm tongue and playfully licked away the drop
 of seminal fluid that had built at the tip of the man's long shaft. That proved
 to be all the icebreaker Dana needed, for in seconds he had taken the head of the
 hard penis fully into his warm, wet mouth.
 
 Ohhhh -- it's delicious! More --more -- !
 
 Vic gently held the sides of Dana's head as the woman devoured the man's cock,
 taking the straining penis deeper into his mouth, working its head like a
 popsicle. Using the techniques he suddenly, magically knew, Dana gently sucked
 and swirled his tongue against its tip, taking more and more of the excited organ
 into his mouth with each bob of his head. Its taste was exciting. Instinctively
 a true professional, Dana gently used his long nails to tickle Vic's testicles
 as they hung down behind the swollen cock, and Dana felt them become firmer and
 cooler. Dana felt the hot arousal of a woman, his vagina growing warmer and
 wetter with each suck of the stiff rod.
 
 And these girls get paid for this! Dana thought.
 
 Vic moaned, nearing the point of no return. Dana pulled the cock out of his
 mouth and held its long shaft in one hand as if it were a microphone, licking its
 head as one would an ice cream cone. The veined goliath was now drenched in
 Dana's saliva, adding lubrication that Dana knew would come into play at any
 moment. The penis grew hotter. Harder. Dana began to taste salt.
 
 Hard and ready, Vic anxiously guided Dana onto the bed. The woman eased onto his
 back on the soft mattress as the man excitedly pulled away 'her' silky panties,
 leaving them to dangle from one slender ankle. The apparent woman then pulled
 his knees up and spread his thighs, exposing his naked, craving pussy full and
 wide in order to playfully tease the excited man.
 
 "Ooooh...do it now...put it in..." Dana begged. His breathing grew sharper,
 more erratic.
 
 Vic stroked the inside of Dana's thigh and the woman immediately raised her
 straight, silken legs, high-heels high in the air, spreading them ever wider to
 form a broad letter 'V'. As the man held a slender ankle in each hand, Dana
 reached down and hungrily guided the hot and slippery form of Vic's cock's toward
 the wet deepness that awaited it between 'her' legs.
 
 For a moment, its head pressed against Dana's vaginal lips teasingly. "Ready,
 baby?" the man asked softly.
 
 The woman lied there, hugging the pillow beneath her head with both arms. The
 weight of her breasts against her woman's chest was wondrous.
 
 "Mmmmm...ready," Dana moaned.
 
 Vic pushed his hips forward. Dana clenched his teeth as the enormous steel cock
 slid into him. It felt unlike anything he had ever known.
 
 It began. Man and woman, their flesh as one, the massive penis slowly pumped,
 pushing deeper and deeper with each stroke into Dana's female heat. Even though
 it was inching in slowly, the engorged cock was huge, stretching Dana's vagina
 beyond its virgin limitations as the erection buried itself. Dana bit his lip
 as a jolt of momentary pain filled him.
 
 Finally, the cock reached its maximum penetration and Vic's pubic hair pressed
 hard into Dana's. "It's all in, baby," Vic said with great satisfaction. "All
 ten inches."
 
 Dana reached down in amazement with curious fingers. He felt his own pubic hair
 and continued on until his fingers entered the tight space between the two
 lovers, a space lined above by pubic hair not Dana's own. He felt the hardness
 of the base of Vic's cock.
 
 And felt the place where the massive penis disappeared into him.
 
 "It is..." the woman said with some astonishment.
 
 Still gripping the woman's widespread ankles, the man began sliding in and out,
 in and out, building the frictional forces that would bring both of them to
 sexual climax. "Tell me you love it, baby."
 
 "I...I love it...oh, Vic, I love it..."
 
 Dana's head dropped back, his eyes closed in deep pleasure. A network of female
 nerves he had never before possessed glowed and electrified with the sweet
 pleasure arising from the stimulation of his pussy, and he wanted more. 
 Squeezing his supple breasts together with his upper arms, Dana reached up and
 ran his fingers through the macho luxury of Vic's hairy chest. An intensity was
 building within Dana.
 
 "I...I feel you...inside me...oooooh, it feels so good..." Dana moaned in
 astonishment. He felt an odd union with Laura, as if finally knowing this
 glorious feeling had reached across time and space and had made them sisters. 
 The feeling of having the cock inside him was so wondrous that Dana even felt
 regret that he had not had sex-change surgery while in his teens, giving him a
 long, female life instead of the male waste his life had been. Why didn't you
 tell me it was like this, Laura? You never told me it felt so good to be a girl
 --
 
 Vic knew nothing of the thoughts going through Dana's mind. He knew only that
 the woman beneath him loved having him inside her, and it added to his own
 enjoyment to know that his sexual prowess was inducing such pleasure in such a
 gorgeous woman.
 
 The man soon laid on top of his sex partner on hands and knees, legs slightly
 bent, his feet off of the floor.
 
 His hips cradled into the bottom of the V-shape formed by Dana's widespread
 thighs as he drove like a piston into the woman, continuing his primal assault.
 
 Dana bent his knees and pulled them up, helping the man to drive as deeply as
 possible into the burning pussy around his cock. The woman's black high-heels
 dug into the soft mattress.
 
 Dana's breasts danced like firm, wild jello against his chest, heaving madly as
 they swung from side to side and up and down. The man's muscular hips pumped
 faster and faster, driving the still-swelling tool with a machinelike
 intensity.
 
 The woman then wrapped his legs tightly around the man's buttocks, encouraging
 him to pump harder. The wet, raw sound of their sexes merging filled the room,
 and their bodies grew slick with the sweat of sexual exertion.
 
 "It's...sooooo...big..." Dana moaned, his sexy voice pulsing with the impact
 of
 each thrust of the man's surging penis. "Oooooooh,
 Vic...harder...harder...faster..."
 
 After several minutes Vic pulled out, wanting to change positions. Dana rolled
 over onto his hands and knees and teasingly wiggled his tempting, raised ass in
 the air as he took final position. He found that he loved the feminine game of
 waving one's hot pussy under the nose of a desperately horny man. It was such
 fun seducing a man into taking charge of the situation, overpowering the teasing
 bitch before him and forcing his steaming cock into the woman's ready tunnel in
 a game of friendly rape.
 
 Dana's feet with their black high-heels hung over the foot of the bed and his
 knees were spread so wide that his stomach was mere inches above the bedsheet. 
 The man took a standing position behind the woman's silken calves, gripped the
 sides of her ass with both rock-solid hands, and quickly reimmersed his ripe cock
 as far as it would go into Dana's waiting pussy. Vic then locked his massive
 hands around the narrowest part of Dana's tiny, cinched waist and repeatedly
 pumped him, pulling the gorgeous woman back onto his erection with a powerful,
 clocklike, driving force, thrusting forward faster and faster and slamming his
 pelvis harder and harder into Dana's ivory buttocks. The man's strength was
 incredible, and Dana was totally locked into position, helpless, fully at the
 mercy of Vic and his unrelenting cock.
 
 And Dana loved it. Vic owned Dana's smooth, rounded ass, driving it down over
 his cock as if it were a rubber sex toy and not a part of a living woman.
 
 Dana could never have freed himself had he tried, but freedom was the farthest
 thing from his feminine mind. Only now, as a woman, did Dana understand the
 total physical domination of man over woman and he gloried in his new, passive
 role. Over and over, more intensely with each thrust, a shock wave thundered
 through Dana's body, flopping his hanging breasts wildly; their great weight,
 constantly and jerkily tugging at his chest, was an erotic and welcome reminder
 of his new gender. Dana knew that no other experience could ever make him feel
 more alive than this one did.
 
 Dana dropped from hands to elbows, ass still in the air. His excited tits
 tickled against the sheets.
 
 The linen against his nipples as they swung wildly back and forth felt so good...
 
 Dana's lips spoke with a woman's passion, voicing desires he did not know he had. 
 The words flowed from him as if he were possessed by a hot, horny lady who had
 shoved Dana out of the way and was using his body for her own sexual pleasure. 
 "Yes! Yes! Ohhhh...my pussy's hot...pump my hot pussy...harder...make me come! 
 I want to come! Yes...that's it...that's right...faster. Ohhhh...come inside
 me...I want to feel your hot come inside me...so good...so good...so goooood...."
 
 One part of Dana could not believe the words were coming from his own wet lips.
 
 The other part was saying them, meaning them, and growing stronger every minute.
 
 Without breaking his pumping rhythm, Vic unhooked and stripped Dana of the 'merry
 widow.' The woman emitted an approvingly satisfied moan as he tossed the lingerie
 aside. Even naked, Dana's waist maintained the same tiny waistline and
 curvaceous figure the garment had forced upon him. Vic leaned over Dana's back,
 and as he reached under he cupped a swinging breast in each hand like eggs in egg
 cups. He massaged the woman's supple tits with sausage fingers, gently rolling
 Dana's hard and aching nipples between thumb and forefinger. Dana then
 remembered something that Laura had often done as he fucked her, and decided to
 try it himself.
 
 Dana began a steady, rhythmic tightening of his vaginal muscles, gripping Vic's
 cock like a fist as he pumped in and out. Vic moaned in response, and reached
 into a small shaving bag to one side.
 
 The man picked up a tube of body oil and squirted it onto Dana's back, rubbing
 the glossy clear liquid down over Dana's stomach and dancing breasts. It
 trickled down between the woman's buttocks and met the pounding piston of the man
 as it continued to build to climax. The oil-wet slap of his hips into Dana's ass
 sounded sharply with each impact.
 
 Oh, the lubrication felt so good to Dana -- the slickness of his smooth, woman's
 body under the man's massive hands and iron grip was intoxicating. The lovers
 merged, slippery flesh against slippery flesh.
 
 Their nude bodies glistened in the dim candlelight of the room, its slick warmth
 playing upon each and every erotic curve of Dana's goddesslike form.
 
 Dana glanced sideways into the mirror.
 
 There he was, on hands and knees, his huge breasts hanging and jiggling, a sex
 slave to the goliath behind him. He watched the man, eyes closed in pleasure,
 as he rammed his cock into the soft, hairless ass in the mirror.
 
 Dana rejoiced that that lovely ass was his. His feminine form glimmered slickly
 in the light like wet rubber -- he was a hot, sexy bitch like the world had never
 known.
 
 Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me!" Dana shouted out with each merciless
 thrust, his mind ruled by the passion within him.
 
 Dana's rejoicing flesh melted and flowed into the man behind him. His intellect
 was gone, replaced by fires of female desire. Within seconds the orgasm that had
 been slowly building within him intensified to the point that Dana's eyes slammed
 shut and he reached climax, losing all control of his abdomen. 
 "Ohhhh...yeeeees..." Dana managed to utter through clenched teeth. 
 "Soooooo...gooooood..." His vaginal muscles locked hard around the intruding
 cock as it pumped harder and harder into him --
 
 "OHHHHHHHH, VIC! OHHHHH! I'M COMING! FUCK ME...OHHHHHHHH...!"
 
 And Dana came, flooding the man's groin with a woman's anointing fluids. Dana
 cried out in unbearable ecstasy, feeling the intensity that being a young woman
 could be. His clear, hot come flowed on, gushing from his pussy and filling the
 air with the scent of raw, pure sex. Vic felt the friction against his cock
 lessen as the added lubricants came into play, and for a moment he could barely
 feel the walls of the woman's vagina. Dana lost contact with his surroundings;
 all he was for the moment was his soaked, satisfied pussy, still wrapped around
 the relentlessly invading sexual battering ram of the opposite sex.
 
 The orgasm diminished, then suddenly swelled to an even greater intensity. 
 Dana's teeth clenched and a cry rose in his throat, which forced its way past his
 lips as a woman's scream of unbearable ecstasy. The second orgasm made Dana's
 body dissolve into a rapturous flame that claimed every nerve, every cell of his
 body. A second wave of hot fluid poured from Dana's luxurious vagina and flowed
 down the silken insides of his thighs as it merged into the oil on his skin. He
 had no control over his physical self; it had succumbed to the totality of the
 electric grip of his womanhood. "Oh, Vic...oh, baby..." Dana began, breathing
 heavily, "So...good..." Finally, gently, it was over.
 
 Dana had been christened into his new gender, fully and forever. She was a total
 woman. She could never look back.
 
 Dana was little more than a puddle of female exhaustion. She could feel that the
 man had begun to pump in and out with a more erratic rhythm, but Dana, in
 absolute love with being a woman, just wanted to lie there. Her hands, arms, and
 legs quivered with the weakness that came from such a great release of sexual energy.
 
 Vic pulled out and wanted Dana to take him into his mouth again. Weakly, the
 woman pushed herself up from the bedsheet and turned to face the man. Willingly,
 gladly, Dana took the cock between her burgundy lips once again and rode down its
 shaft until it had buried itself in her throat; she pumped it, tasting her own
 vaginal juices on its slippery surface. Vic, seconds from coming, tensed his
 thighs until their huge muscles stood out in straining relief.
 
 Sensing that Vic was coming, Dana pulled the love rod out of her mouth and leaned
 back just as the explosive cock began to ejaculate. With her right hand she
 pumped the veined shaft and aimed it so as to target her bosom.
 
 The hot man thing burst to life, forcefully spraying its boiling come against
 Dana's waiting breasts, spreading the hot lovecream over their slick, mountainous
 contours with every pulsating flood. As Dana gripped the base of the pulsing
 cock like a shower head, the man came and came and came, splashing the smiling
 woman with a sea of liquid heat. Dana's free hand spread the slippery fluid over
 her breasts, coating her nipples until the come dripped from their tips.
 
 Dana licked her hands, swallowing Vic's come in order to know every facet of sex
 as a woman. She loved the taste, and like a female come addict who had just
 gotten her first fix in a long, long time an insatiable craving overtook her. 
 Filled with a deep need to waste none of it, Dana ravenously lapped it all up,
 even sucking up the pools of semen that had filled the undersides of her long
 nails. She wished she had let the man come in her mouth. Next time, she would.
 
 Next time. Dana was already looking forward to the next time she could suck a
 man's hot and ready cock. She had become a sexual woman whose only ambition in
 life was to have her pussy filled by the cocks and come of virile men. The
 one-time male businessman had impossibly become a nymphomaniacal woman.
 
 Dana pulled her puckered nipples up to her lips and licked and sucked them until
 none of the salt-sweet jism remained upon her supple, rejoicing tits.
 
 The woman swallowed every drop, then gripped Vic's hairy buttocks and plunged
 face-first into his forest of coarse pubic hair. Dana voraciously sucked the
 man's organ dry as it shrank back to normal size, then hungrily kept the expended
 penis in her mouth until it became a soft, weak, comparatively tiny shadow of its
 former self, stained with Dana's lipstick. Still not satisfied, the woman licked
 Vic's balls clean with a greedy tongue then returned to the head of his cock.
 
 Dana gave it one last kiss, then struggled to her feet and kissed Vic thankfully,
 full on the lips. Dana's tongue imparted a last caress within the man's mouth.
 
 "I...I thought you girls never kissed your customers," Vic said, surprised by
 the kiss and still weak from his climax.
 
 "Not usually," Dana said, "but you were absolutely delicious."
 
 Vic smiled. They took turns using a towel to wipe the body oil and come from
 each other's skin.
 
 Dana sat on the bed, naked and vulnerable. Vic leaned over and kissed the woman
 on the side of the neck. "I have to leave." He laid two one thousand dollar
 bills on the dresser, then put five one hundred dollar bills into Dana's hand. 
 "Take it. For you. Don't tell 'em downstairs."
 
 "You're sweet," the young woman said, noticing his wedding ring. "Too bad
 you're married."
 
 Vic had been satisfied more by this woman than by any other hooker he had ever
 been with. After the man had dressed and left, Dana sat on the bed for a moment,
 slowly coming down from the experience, then proceeded to thoroughly clean
 herself up in the room's bathroom. Once clean, she slipped back into her 'merry
 widow', panties, stockings and dress. She slid her feet effortlessly back into
 the pumps as they sat upright on the floor. They were still warm inside.
 
 She touched up her makeup, primping and prettying herself girlishly. Dana, her
 head still swimming with the joy of being a woman, squealed happily as the
 excitement of her new sex filled her. She took a hairbrush from her purse and
 began to draw it through her sex-mussed hair.
 
 As she looked upon the lovely girl in the mirror, Dana tried to decide whether
 to stay in the brothel with the other girls or to find Laura and begin life anew
 as one of her girlfriends.
 
 Here at the brothel, think of all the sex! But, then again, she realized, who's
 to say it can't be that way out on my own? She came to a decision -- she would
 seek out her former girlfriend and begin her life anew as a free woman.
 
 Then, deciding in the mirror that she was once again a presentable lady, Dana
 casually picked up her purse and walked to the door. She listened intently and
 heard the movement of many people beyond. Taking a deep breath, she slowly
 turned the glass knob and pulled the door open just enough to allow her to peek out.
 
 She found the hallway occupied by most of the brothel's ladies, all heading down
 the stairs and out the front door -- toward freedom. After taking a deep breath,
 Dana quickly and quietly slipped through the door and into the hall and merged
 into them, trying to act like one of the girls and hoping to get outside without
 being noticed. Her heart pounded so hard she was sure the other girls could hear
 it. In moments, she found herself outside, under a clear, starry sky.
 
 The girls entered a large limousine van. Dana climbed inside and took a seat
 among the others, and was noticed by a gorgeous blonde sitting in the opposite seat.
 
 "Are you a new girl?" she asked Dana, as the van door slid shut. "I don't
 remember you."
 
 "Brand new," Dana responded, irony in her voice.
 
 "Well," the girl continued, "I'm Brandy. Nice to know you." She extended a
 hand decorated with long, pink nails; Dana gently shook it. "You're so lucky,
 honey," the blonde continued, looking at Dana's deep cleavage. Brandy pulled
 at her dress at the bustline, adjusting her modest breasts. "I wish I was built
 like you. These are nice, but most guys really go for the big ones." Dana did
 not see anything wrong with Brandy's measurements. I guess, she thought, most
 women can find something about themselves to be unhappy with, no matter how
 beautiful they are.
 
 "What do you mean? You look great," Dana complimented. "Any guy would love to
 be seen with you."
 
 "Think so?" Brandy said, slightly hefting her adequate breasts. She smiled at
 Dana. "Thanks. What's your name?"
 
 "Uh...Dana," she responded, realizing that her name could be a woman's, as well.
 
 "Hi, Dana," a couple of the other girls chimed in. They were all quite
 friendly, like sisters. "How long have you been in the business?" a beautiful
 brunette asked.
 
 "Not too long," Dana answered.
 
 "I'm...kind of new at this."
 
 The brunette leaned toward Dana, patting her on the thigh. "Well, if you ever
 need a pointer or two, come ask. I'm Monica...and I've picked up a few special
 techniques along the way."
 
 Dana felt comfortable amid the female camaraderie; these women were open and
 accepting of her, and she felt welcome. She was one of the girls, now, as far
 as they were concerned, and she really liked being one of them.
 
 The limo van continued down a dark highway. City lights glowed over the horizon
 ahead; they were headed toward Las Vegas.
 
 Reaching downtown and the bright lights of the strip, the van pulled up to the
 entrance of one of the largest and most elegant hotels there. The girls were led
 inside, and stood waiting in the lobby as a woman Dana recognized as the
 brothel's madam approached each girl and handed her a room key. Dana held her
 breath as the woman approached, expecting a confrontation, but the madam merely
 handed Dana a key and moved on to the next girl. The number on the key read
 2612; she obviously was meant to take that room.
 
 "You girls be back down here by 11 A.M.," the woman stated firmly. "We meet
 back here, in the lobby, then head home. You all know the drill."
 
 The others headed toward the elevators, and Dana followed to avoid suspicion. 
 The limo van driver and the madam remained in the lobby, seated near the door;
 their presence there would make escape difficult.
 
 Dana pressed 26 on the elevator panel as all the other ladies pressed their own
 floors. The blond with whom Dana had become friendly in the van, Brandy, also
 pressed 26, meaning they would be getting off at the same floor.
 
 Before making a break for it, Dana would have to, at least, enter her room and
 wait for the other girl to do the same.
 
 She assumed that she was supposed to wait for a trick to arrive, then spend the
 night having sex with him. She would have to get out of the room fast -- she did
 not want to take a chance on being trapped there.
 
 The elevator door finally opened. Dana and Brandy stepped out and the door
 closed behind them. "2616," Brandy said, holding up her key.
 
 "2612," Dana responded.
 
 "You know," Brandy began, as the two ladies headed toward their rooms, "we could
 get together after for a little girl talk. I've got a feeling about you, Dana.
 
 Like we'd be good friends."
 
 "Sure, Brandy. I'd like that."
 
 They came to Dana's room first. She inserted the key; the door cracked open. 
 "Lunch tomorrow?" Brandy asked, walking away.
 
 "It's a date."
 
 After Brandy had gone into her room, Dana left and headed quickly toward the
 restaurant she remembered was atop that particular hotel.
 
 Luckily, she passed no one in the hallway.
 
 Entering the restaurant, she nonchalantly took a seat at the bar. Somehow, she
 could still feel the man's cock inside her, and it was exciting. She loved sex
 as a woman far more than she had ever enjoyed it as a man. She felt proud to be
 a woman. Fulfilled. Dana's body had flourished, rejoicing that it had finally
 been freed from the cruel bondage of the Y-chromosome. Her flesh, as well as
 her
 very identity, had begun as female in the womb, and would have remained so had
 it not been raped by an onslaught of sex-altering testosterone.
 
 Now, remembering, it knew that it was female once again and would happily remain
 so forever, wrapped in a wondrous existence of lipstick, perfume, and soft silk. 
 The joyous wonder of being loved, caressed, penetrated, and made fruitful by the
 male of the species would now be Dana's for the rest of her life. She was complete.
 
 Looking into the mirror behind the bar and feeling as if she could fly, Dana
 drank in the image of the lady in the glass. At first, she had wanted to take
 merciless revenge upon the person who had taken the clay of her formerly male
 body and reformed it into this woman whose reflection was before her. Now, she
 wanted to find that person and fall gratefully at his or her feet.
 
 A bartender approached. "Would you like something, miss?" he asked, obviously
 enjoying Dana's beauty.
 
 "Dana..." the young woman softy said. "Yes, honey...I think champagne would be
 appropriate right now. I'm celebrating the new me."
 
 She smiled at him sexily, embracing her womanhood with all her heart. Even if
 she were given the opportunity, she decided then and there that she loved being
 a woman. She would never go back to manhood. Never.
 
 "Coming up, Dana." He went to get it for her.
 
 She began to touch up her makeup even though it did not need it, putting on a
 feminine show for the man. Taking a lipstick from her purse, she looked into the
 mirror, glided the soft, deep color across her lips then playfully licked them.
 
 She lightly sprayed seductive perfume upon her slender neck.
 
 After finishing her drink, Dana decided that the time to leave had come. She
 rose from her barstool, took a final look into the mirror, and headed for the
 bar's lost-and-found room. Because of the late hour no one was around, so she
 helped herself to a lady's dress-length coat and a matching wide-brimmed hat. 
 A pair of ladies' dark glasses sat on a nearby shelf, along with a purse
 different from the one she carried. Into the new purse went the twenty-five
 hundred dollars Vic had given her for her 'services,' along with her lipstick,
 perfume, mascara, powder compact, and hairbrush.
 
 Dana took the elevator. A handsome man got on at the tenth floor, one who could
 not help but stand and look upon Dana's extreme attractiveness. The man felt his
 penis move.
 
 "Excuse me," Dana began, speaking demurely yet like a helpless
 damsel-in-distress. "Would you please help me? I'm afraid that my old
 ex-boyfriend might be waiting down in the lobby, and I was wondering if you would
 walk with me and pretend to be my husband."
 
 "Sure, Miss," the man agreed. "I'd be happy to help."
 
 "Would you mind getting into the cab with me, just to make it look right?"
 
 "Sure..."
 
 They stepped out into the lobby. Making lovers' small-talk, the man's arm was
 around Dana's waist as he walked her past the brothel's madam and the limo van
 driver. He was growing aroused just holding her next to him. They paused at the
 hotel's ornate revolving door.
 
 "Happy anniversary, Melissa," he said, leaning his face down and kissing Dana
 lightly.
 
 He was surprised when she pressed back into his lips, her slick lipstick tasting
 sweet to him.
 
 She caressed the sides of his face as they kissed, and the man felt her playful
 tongue tickle his own.
 
 "I love you, sweetheart," Dana said with all the sugary love she could muster.
 
 "This was the most wonderful second honeymoon ever."
 
 Catching but a passing glance from the madam, the apparent husband and wife
 walked through the door and out to the hotel's taxi pick-up zone. The man hailed
 a cab for them, and once it pulled up they climbed inside.
 
 "Where to, mister?" the cab driver asked as the man was still getting in.
 
 "The airport," Dana replied for him as the car pulled away. Even as she spoke,
 she was stripping out of the coat, hat and glasses.
 
 She kissed the man long and hard and deeply, showing her appreciation.
 
 He kissed her hard in return, their tongues probing. In moments, her deft
 fingers opened his fly to reveal a long, hard erection.
 
 "What's your name, honey?" she asked in a quiet whisper.
 
 "Parker," he replied, smiling.
 
 "Fuck me, Parker..." she asked, the breath of her whisper tickling his ear. 
 Dana pulled up her dress then pulled off her panties and dropped them onto the
 floorboard. The man pulled a condom from his wallet and stretched it over his
 risen shaft.
 
 Dana, facing away from him, sat full and hard upon his erection, taking it deeply.
 
 She slowly bounced up and down on it as the man reached around her and reached
 into her dress. As she rode him, Parker played with her erect nipples. The cab
 driver, his own erection straining to burst his zippered fly, tried not to watch
 in the mirror as the man and woman fucked right there in the back of his cab.
 
 "I'm sorry," Dana sexily uttered to the driver, noticing his expression. "You
 must feel left out. Here..." She reached over the seat and into his lap, and
 as he drove she freed his erection from his taut fly. After licking her palm in
 order to lubricate it, Dana hand-pumped the man's cock as she bounced upon the
 erection of the other man.
 
 They went on for blocks until the driver suddenly stiffened. His spurting semen
 shot upward and splashed wetly as it rained upon the top of Dana's still-pumping
 fist.
 
 "Yes, honey," Dana said with satisfaction, feeling the warmth of his semen on
 her skin. "Come for me. Very nice." As he watched her, his orgasm diminishing,
 Dana lifted her hand to her mouth and lustfully licked the come from it. 
 "Mmmmmmm...luscious..." She sucked and slurped until her hand was clean of the
 thick, sticky fluid.
 
 The thighs of the man whose cock she was riding became like stone beneath her and
 he came as well. As he gripped the woman's waist and held her tightly against
 his lap, his condom strained to contain the flood of hot come his penis delivered
 into her. Dana knew that she loved being fucked more than she loved anything
 else in the world.
 
 All these cocks are toys for me now! And men'll fuck me whenever I want! All
 I have to do is ask!
 
 She lived for sex, lived to feel a cock inside her, lived to swallow hot semen
 like there was no tomorrow. Her pussy ruled her, and it was hungry to be
 continually wrapped around long, thick, rigid cocks as they pumped mercilessly
 in and out of Dana's moist, hot depths.
 
 Dana was insatiable. And she liked that.
 
              Part Five Woman to Woman
 
 The soap opera was nearly over. Laura lay on the couch, watching the last
 moments of a story so incredibly unrealistic that only the Hollywood soaps would
 have dared put it on the air.
 
 "Oh, brother," she muttered. "As if she'd leave a senator for his plumber. 
 Yeah, right!" As the credits began to roll, the doorbell rang. Laura rose from
 the couch and walked over to the window.
 
 The bright colors of the Vermont autumn leaves greeted her first as she looked
 outside. Peering through the sheer curtains, she saw a white sports car parked
 at the curb. There was someone standing outside her door, in the cool October
 air, but Laura did not recognize the beautiful woman on her front porch.
 
 She paused a moment to study the girl.
 
 The woman was wearing a sexy, pink dress that showed her every curve and asset
 to its female fullest. Her tits were huge, barely held within the dress. Its
 plunging neckline overly displayed her teasing, ample cleavage, while the short
 skirt of her dress made her gorgeous legs look long, sleek, and incredible. Her
 pink pumps with their four-inch heels and her matching designer purse were the
 perfect accessories for the loose, easy image she presented. Her long, rich
 brown hair was shiny and exquisite.
 
 The woman's makeup was immaculate, her glossy lips dark and full. Her nails were
 long and perfect. The woman looked as if she had just stepped off of the cover
 of Cosmopolitan -- and the competitive Laura hated her simply because the woman
 was so beautiful.
 
 "What a bimbo," she said to herself. "Bet she's a damned Mary Kay lady," Laura
 muttered as she left the living room and headed toward the entry foyer. She
 cautiously opened the door, leaving the safety chain latched. "Yes...can I help
 you?" Laura asked the woman.
 
 "Hello," Dana began, trying at first to be as non-threatening as possible. Her
 heart leapt as she saw Laura's face. "May I come in and speak with you for a
 moment?"
 
 "Look, honey," Laura replied, as politely as she could. "I'm sure your
 cosmetics are very nice, but I already have a brand I like and I really don't need..."
 
 "Oh..." Dana interrupted, "I'm not selling Avon or anything like that, although,
 come to think of it, I probably could. I just need to talk to you."
 
 "Listen, Miss, I appreciate that you're trying to make a buck and all, and with
 your looks I'm sure you'll do quite well. But I really don't need..."
 
 "Listen, I'm someone you know. Someone you know very well. I need your help."
 
 "I don't recognize you."
 
 "There's a good reason for that. I've...changed...since the last time you saw
 me. Let me in and I'll explain everything," the gorgeous cover girl said.
 
 "Not until I know who you are."
 
 She realized she had no choice but to begin her explanation where she stood. 
 "Laura...this'll be hard for you to believe, but I'm Dana."
 
 Laura stared for a moment, smiling. "Dana who?"
 
 "Dana, Laura. Your Dana." She paused, knowing her words sounded like nonsense. 
 "While I was away this past year...I had a sex change. Like Joey did. I'm a
 woman, now."
 
 Laura stifled a laugh.
 
 "Yeah, right. Look, honey...my Dana's the original Mr. Macho."
 
 "Laura..."
 
 "He put you up to this, right? My, Dana, what big tits and a tight pussy you
 have...all the better to fuck you with, right? Well, tell him it's not very
 funny of him to make fun of Joanna this way..."
 
 "Laura!" Dana insisted. "Look into my eyes. It's me."
 
 She peered hard and deep beyond thick, perfectly-applied mascara and eyeliner and
 into the woman's dark, crystalline eyes. "Well...you do kind of resemble Dana,
 in a way. You're his sister, right?" she asked, testing the girl.
 
 "I don't have a sister. You know that."
 
 "Look, no sex change could result in you. There isn't enough silicone in the
 world to make tits like those. Besides, you look too young. Dana's at least ten
 years older than you are...you're about my age."
 
 Dana went to Plan B. "Remember the shoe store? Remember that day in the back
 room when we..." She quieted into a whisper. "...when we fucked right there,
 during rush hour, with the manager pounding on the door?"
 
 Laura's face showed amazement.
 
 "Remember 'oooooh, Dana! Harder...faster..." Remember? And after you came, you
 asked me to lick the come from the insides of your thighs because, quote, "my old
 boyfriend did it once and it felt all tingly."
 
 She was surprised to hear that story coming from the woman. "Dana would never
 have told anybody about that!"
 
 Dana played her last card, desperate to make her believe. "And, the rest of that
 day, I teased you by calling you 'Flo' because I saw that you have a little
 birthmark next to your pussy that's shaped like Florida..."
 
 A look of shocked realization crossed her face and she closed the door, unlocking
 the chain. The door immediately reopened, and Laura ushered the pretty lady
 quickly inside.
 
 "My God...I can't believe it...it is you, isn't it?! Dear, merciful..."
 
 She was breathlessly stunned. "Dana! I never even knew you wanted to be a
 woman! I never would have guessed! What made you decide to do it? Seeing how
 well Joanna turned out?" Laura suddenly had a million questions to ask.
 
 She gestured into the living room and toward the plush, white sofa, and both
 ladies took a seat. Dana crossed her legs sexily and set her purse on the
 cushion beside her.
 
 "Even the way you sit..." Laura took one of Dana's hands and closely inspected
 her nails. "They're so pretty...I can't grow mine this long. Oh, Dana...I'm so
 jealous! You're so...so...beautiful! I would never have believed that any man
 could have become a woman and turn out so purely...sexy!"
 
 Dana smiled her perfect smile, and it stole Laura's breath away. "It's a real
 kick, ain't it?"
 
 "Damn! You're the most attractive woman I've ever seen! When you smile, it
 makes me want to fuck you! No man has a chance!"
 
 Laura was excited and amazed all at once.
 
 She went on, playfully slapping the woman on the arm. "I just can't get over it! 
 Your plastic surgeon must be a magician...you look twenty-three or twenty-four.
 
 My age! You're gorgeous! I hate you!" she teased.
 
 Unable to sit still or take her eyes off of the lady, Laura paced excitedly
 before the woman her boyfriend had become.
 
 "I can't wait until Joanna sees you! She'll love the new you! I do!"
 
 "I hoped you would," Dana admitted, stroking her pantyhose-covered thigh. "To
 be honest, I like this body a hell of a lot better than the one I had before. 
 It feels just wonderful." She lightly stroked the top of her right breast. 
 "These are really fun...really nice. The way they move is just...ohhh."
 
 Laura smiled. "I know, honey, believe me...I know." Her eyes were afire. "How
 long have you been female, Dana? I haven't seen you for about a year...I knew
 your sales job took you all over the country, but I figured you'd dumped me and
 I'd never see you again."
 
 "Here I am," Dana seductively said, sexily spreading her arms across the back
 of the couch. Her deep cleavage spoke sensuously. "The new me. Disappointed?
 
 Did you like the old me better?"
 
 Laura gazed at Dana's lovely face with its flawless complexion. "Never," she
 said in a loud, breathy whisper.
 
 "I was...reborn...about three months ago, actually. I came home afterward and
 pulled all the money out of my checking account. Fortunately, since 'Dana Lee
 Parker' sounds like a girl's name, the lady teller at the bank just made sure
 my signature matched before giving me my money."
 
 "Did you quit your job?"
 
 "Of course. I couldn't just walk in on my boss with this body...even if I had,
 I'd have had to reapply as a different person and settle for a job as a
 secretary, which is the only position any woman's ever gotten with that company. 
 Hmmm..." Dana paused, an image filling her mind's eye. "You know, I bet that
 horny bastard Ferguson would have hired me as his secretary. I know he was
 screwing Sherri Conalee before she left the company. Every day, during lunch. 
 I'm sure I'd have gotten what she was getting."
 
 "Is this 'Ferguson' a hunk?"
 
 "You know, now that I think about it with a woman's eye, yes, he was..."
 
 "Doesn't sound so bad to me."
 
 "No...it doesn't, does it? What was I thinking?" Dana sighed, picturing herself
 naked from the waist down, bent over the man's desk with him pumping away behind
 her --
 
 She took a deep breath. "Anyway, I got out of New Jersey and got an apartment
 a mile or so from here. I chose a new name and started a new life, with a new
 driver's license and everything. I love writing that little 'F' in the 'sex' box."
 
 "New name? What is it?"
 
 "Veronica Kimberly Laine. I guess Kim or Ronni, for short. I'm so used to the
 name, it seems like I've always had it."
 
 "That's pretty," Laura agreed. "It suits you. But since Dana is a girl's
 name, too..."
 
 "I needed to lose the old me as much as possible...I'm trying not to be found by
 someone. It's really complicated." Dana spotted the portrait of the pre-surgery
 Joey on the wall, his shiny blond hair, smiling pink lips and sparkling eyes
 radiating pure femininity. "How is Joanna doing?"
 
 "She's fine," Laura proudly answered. "She and her husband adopted a baby a few
 months back, so she's been a busy Mommy."
 
 "I'm looking forward to that myself," Dana admitted.
 
 "Marriage, or babies?"
 
 "Both."
 
 "Well," Laura said, not pressing the point, "tell me all about life as a woman,
 honey! Don't leave anything out! So you've had the final surgery?"
 
 "I have everything you have. Everything. I can even get pregnant...I've had my
 period twice, now, and it should be starting again sometime next week."
 
 "No! Really? Wow! I mean, they gave Joey really nice tits and a perfect little
 pussy, but they couldn't give him any of the plumbing. Was this an experimental
 thing or something? Who did your surgery?"
 
 "I'll tell you what happened...but you won't believe it. If it hadn't happened
 to me, I wouldn't have believed it in a million years."
 
 "Dana, I mean, Veronica...the proof is right before me! I have to believe you!"
 
 She paused. "Okay. I didn't have a surgeon, plastic or otherwise, and I don't
 just look twenty-four. I am twenty-four, and a woman, and I have a monthly
 period just like you do and I constantly want men between my legs and if I'm not
 careful I can get pregnant..."
 
 "Just like you'd been born a girl...?"
 
 "I was born a girl. Three months ago. I went in for a full examination last
 week, just to really get a grip on this body, you know? Never in my life thought
 I'd have a gynocologist. Anyway, I had the works. Blood tests, pap smear,
 mammograms, everything. I even had them do a DNA test."
 
 "And?"
 
 "I'm happy to report that I'm a perfectly healthy woman in every way. My
 chromosomes are XX, now. Same as you or any woman. As you said...like I'd 
 been born a girl."
 
 For an hour and a half, Veronica fully described what had befallen her, in
 libido-stirring detail. Laura sat wide-eyed, holding Veronica's pretty hands,
 listening to every syllable the woman uttered.
 
 "I can't believe it,,," Laura slowly said. "Do you realize how incredibly lucky
 you are? To be freed from the shackles of being a man," -- she spoke the word
 as if it were repulsive -- "to awaken to spread your wings and find yourself such
 a beautiful butterfly of a woman...it's all so romantic! That's why I helped
 Joanna the way I did...I helped her become...complete."
 
 "You sound like you hate men," Veronica commented.
 
 "Oh, no, I don't hate them," Laura said. "I'd just hate being one. I guess I
 feel sorry for them, more than anything else."
 
 "Me, too...poor things. They aren't women!" Laura laughed. "Like us."
 
 Laura wanted the juicy details. "You said you got laid by a couple of
 men...you've had it both ways now. Which is better? Sex as a man, or as a woman?"
 
 Veronica leaned her head back, eyes closed, relishing the memory. A smile
 crossed her pretty lips. "It was...the most incredible experience of my life. 
 I always liked fucking girls...liked it a lot...but I absolutely love having a
 man pumping away inside me."
 
 She paused, feeling herself growing wet at the mere thought. "Especially when
 I'm on my hands and knees...with him behind me...with my tits hanging and
 bouncing free...oooooh!" She smiled widely. "Believe me...you're not missing
 a thing."
 
 "Of course," Laura agreed. "Had to be."
 
 Dana paused, searching for words. "I have to have sex. I'm constantly
 masturbating. Seems that a side effect of my 'transformation' is that I'm
 something of a nymphomaniac. I'm the horniest woman I ever saw."
 
 "I want to see, Veronica. Show me your new body." Laura began to strip off her
 own clothes. "You've seen my tits and my pussy...show me yours. Please?"
 
 Veronica smiled, then reached down and removed her high-heels and stood to let
 Laura unzip her tight dress. It fell to the floor, leaving Veronica in her bra,
 panties, and pantyhose.
 
 "We're the same height, now," Laura observed, looking Veronica in the eye. 
 "Probably about the same weight, too. I bet you could wear my things. 
 It's...it's incredible! You're absolutely gorgeous! It's so hard to believe you
 used to be Dana..."
 
 "Believe it," the voluptuous woman said. "But Dana's gone now. Veronica's
 here, and she wants to live life as a woman to the max."
 
 As Veronica had expected, the liberal-minded Laura loved the fact that her
 boyfriend had become a woman like herself, and such an exceptional one, for it
 opened all kinds of new sexual possibilities. Laura reached out to touch
 Veronica's soft flesh and began to gently explore the new woman's
 enormous-yet-firm breasts and nipples with her fingertips.
 
 "So, they're real? No implants?"
 
 "They're very real. It's all me. And, like I said, everything works. When the
 time comes, I'll make milk like a dairy."
 
 "What are your measurements?"
 
 "42-24-36. My bra's a 34 DD."
 
 "You're so lucky," Laura envied, cradling her own breasts. "I'm only a C-cup."
 
 "You're beautiful, Laura," Veronica sincerely assured her. "Don't put yourself
 down, not even any part of you." She reached out to touch Laura. "I'd forgotten
 how nice you felt," Veronica softly spoke. "How soft and warm you felt next to me."
 
 The two women stood for a few moments, enjoying each other's feminine perfumes
 and touching each other's soft, supple curves.
 
 Laura's curiosity continued to grow. She lightly stroked the outer sides of
 Veronica's breasts, whispering gently. "You've never made love to another woman? 
 Since becoming one yourself?"
 
 "No," the lovely girl answered. "I've had the two men, but not a woman. Not yet."
 
 Laura stroked Veronica's soft shoulders, running her hands beneath the woman's
 shiny hair. She peered into the now-sultry eyes.
 
 "Let me be the first, Kim," Laura almost begged, stepping closer until the
 warmth of their breasts pressed into a common, rising heat.
 
 "I still want you," the girl whispered as their nipples pressed softly together. 
 "Even now. Especially now."
 
 Laura leaned forward and tickled her lips side-to-side against Veronica's. She
 soaked in Veronica's soft, feminine aura. "You're like some kind of...goddess."
 
 Veronica's breathing became heavier as her heart beat faster. She peered deeply
 into Laura's gorgeous eyes and remembered the last time she had gone to bed with
 the woman. Then, the man Dana had been the aggressor -- now, Laura had taken
 control and Veronica yielded passively to the woman's desires. Laura kissed
 Veronica gently and passionately, stroking her softness as she lovingly moved her
 tongue within Veronica's mouth.
 
 Pulling back to lightly kiss Veronica's upper and lower lips in turn, she
 whispered in barely-audible, seductive words. "I still love you."
 
 They lay side-by-side in Laura's bed, exploring each other's supple bodies as
 they never could before.
 
 Laura felt closer to Veronica than she ever had, passionately loving this
 stunningly beautiful woman who had once been her man. Veronica quickly realized
 that making love to Laura as another woman was far more erotic and wondrous than
 anything he had felt in her bed as a man.
 
 With the expert knowledge of exactly what a woman wants to feel, Laura laid
 between Veronica's thighs and pressed her tongue into the woman's ready vagina.
 
 She thrust with deep oral strokes into the wet tunnel and licked circles against
 the woman's hot clitoris. Slowly, gently, without rushing, Laura orally caressed
 her lover's pussy and spent twenty minutes giving the girl sexual pleasures she
 had never known.
 
 Veronica moaned deeply and massaged her own breasts as the woman continued,
 kneading them in her soft hands and rolling her nipples between her fingers. 
 Pulling them up to her mouth, Veronica licked and sucked her own hard nipples 
 and moaned her lover's name.
 
 "Ooooooh, Laura," she breathily whispered. "Lick my pussy...yes...that's
 it...oooooooh....."
 
 She reached down between her legs and caressed Laura's hair, squeezing her own
 huge breasts together between her soft, upper arms. She felt her abdomenal
 muscles tense and become rigid, and her eyes closed tight as a warm sea of
 orgasmic pleasure swept over her. The steaming flood that poured from her
 fulfilled vagina wetted both Laura's face and the bedsheets.
 
               Part Six Working Girl
 
 As the weeks passed, Laura began to have a hard time picturing the man Veronica
 had once been.
 
 The woman was just so -- female. Veronica's body language had become utterly
 proper for a young woman, her every gesture that of any twenty-four-year-old
 girl. Her every inflection, her tone of voice and even her excited squeal were
 perfectly suited to a girl her age.
 
 As Laura watched, seeing Veronica primping before the mirror and showing the
 daily concerns of a young woman quickly became totally natural. She kept her
 makeup immaculately precise and was careful never to break one of her long,
 polished nails.
 
 Veronica was totally comfortable wearing her bras and panties and sleeping in
 the sheer nighties she had bought for herself.
 
 She spent so much time at Laura's place she practically lived there, learning
 some of the subtleties of life as a girl. They did each other's nails and talked
 about men. They did each other's hair and talked about clothes. Laura showed
 Veronica the advantages of using tampons instead of pads during her period, and
 even taught her how to insert them.
 
 Laura had begun a job at a bridal shop, taking photos of dresses for their
 catalog. One weekend, she was running late on a deadline and the arranged model
 had cancelled on her. Veronica came home from running some errands to find Laura
 pouting, pouring over the yellow pages.
 
 "What's the matter?" Veronica asked.
 
 Laura smiled and hung up the phone. She asked a favor of her friend.
 
 "Kim, I need you to pose for me. I brought a dress home, and I need to get a
 picture of it. Will you try it on?"
 
 "Sure," Veronica agreed, wanting to show her gratitude. "Where is it?"
 
 "On my bed. Come out to the garage studio when you're ready."
 
 For the next ten minutes, Laura set up her lightstands and reflectors.
 
 The sound of rustling satin came closer --
 
 Laura looked toward the doorway and stood in surprised awe. Veronica walked
 slowly closer, wearing a beautiful and very intricate wedding dress that fit
 like a glove and featured a sheer veil that Veronica had swept back.
 
 Sheer lace framed her delicate wrists.
 
 Her milky cleavage overflowed the base of the dress' low neckline, and she wore
 a pearl necklace that matched the beading across the dress. She carried a bridal
 bouquet before her. Her pearlescent white pumps clicked against the hard floor.
 
 "Lovely," Laura said, subtle tears in her eyes. "Oh, Kim...what a bride you'll
 be...!"
 
 "I love this..." Veronica smiled. "Can I keep it?"
 
 Laura laughed a little. "No...but when you get married, I'll use my employee
 discount for you." The lovely bride posed against Laura's floral background,
 blushing as if it were her own wedding day.
 
 After stripping out of the expensive white dress, Veronica looked along the vast
 collection of clothes in Laura's closet. "Can I wear your blue dress today?" 
 Veronica asked Laura, holding it up before her. "I think it'll be good for job
 hunting."
 
 "Sure, honey," Laura agreed, doing her makeup before the lighted mirror. "I'm
 going to the beach with Kyle today, so I don't think I'll need it."
 
 "He's so cute," Veronica chimed. "You're so lucky..."
 
 "With your looks, Kim, you won't be solo for long. Oh...don't forget the shoes
 that go with that dress...I had them specially dyed to match. Do you like
 four-inch heels?"
 
 "No problem, hon. High-heels and I get along just fine."
 
 Laura had to head out to meet her boyfriend right away, for she had overslept
 and
 was running late. "Good luck, honey. Hope you find a job you like."
 
 "Thanks, Laura," Veronica said, still picturing herself as a bride. "See you
 when you get home."
 
 "Oh, I forgot to tell you," Laura began, picking up her purse.
 
 "If you could hang around here for an hour or so, a repairman is supposed to come
 by to fix the dishwasher. Since it's still under warranty, they won't charge you
 anything."
 
 Laura left.
 
 Veronica turned on the television, still wearing only her slinky satin robe. She
 lightly fingered her vagina, picturing herself in bed with Kyle and Laura. After
 a few minutes, she rose and went to the vanity to do her makeup.
 
 Just as she finished and was closing her lipstick tube, the doorbell rang. 
 Veronica rose, went to the front door, and opened it wide to find a young man in
 his early twenties. He was wearing a repairman's outfit and was well-built and
 attractive.
 
 "I...was sent to fix a dishwasher," he began. Veronica noticed at once that the
 boy was aroused by her great beauty. A bulge began to grow in his pants. 
 Veronica smiled, still feeling more than a little horny herself.
 
 "Come in," she said in a sultry, breathy voice that dripped raw female sex. 
 "I'll show you..." He followed the woman's fluid hips into the living room,
 where she pointed toward the kitchen, showing off her long nails. "In there," 
 Veronica said, smiling. "To service me, you'll need the right tool. I hope you
 brought it."
 
 The young repairman held up his toolbox. "Right here," he said, not missing the
 woman's innuendo. "I'll get right on it." He began his work. Veronica walked
 into the bedroom, the boy watching each wiggle and curve of every step she took.
 
 About ten minutes passed. The repairman, bending over the pulled dishwasher,
 felt hands on his back. He turned to see Veronica, dressed only in an impossibly
 sheer teddy, rubbing his shoulders. He could see her full breasts and erect
 nipples clearly beneath the black mist she wore.
 
 "Fuck me," she lustfully invited. "Right here on the floor...fuck me!" He
 leaned toward her glossy lips. They kissed, their tongues swirling around each
 other's. In moments, Veronica had unfastened the young man's belt and removed
 his pants. She stripped him of his underwear, exposing his straining, young
 erection to the cool air.
 
 "My...what a lovely tool you have. You know where I need a little adjustment,
 don't you?" In reply, he reached down and fingered her clitoris. "That's right,
 honey...lie down and let Mama do the work."
 
 Veronica guided him down onto the thick, plush carpeting. She reached over,
 pulled a small cushion from the couch and put it beneath his head. Veronica then
 straddled him, suspended over his hips, balancing on her high-heels as she
 squatted with her legs spread wide.
 
 Mmmmm...it's so big," she said, holding his hard, rigid penis upright beneath
 her. "You must be very proud." He smiled. She positioned the head of his cock
 at the wet, ready entrance to her pussy, then slowly let her weight impale her
 upon it until he was completely buried within her. The boy closed his eyes as
 the pleasure of her hot wetness engulfed him. Her tight pussy felt so good
 around his cock -- he reached up to squeeze her tits.
 
 Slowly, squatting on his hard erection with her knees bent and her high-heels
 squarely on the floor, the woman began to bounce up and down, riding his shaft.
 
 Her body touched his nowhere but at the wet, fevered point where his cock
 penetrated her. "What's your name?" she asked, enjoying having his young penis
 inside her.
 
 "Uh...Lance."
 
 "Relax, Lance. Let Veronica do everything." After a few minutes she leaned
 forward, changing to a hands-and-knees position. She rode him a little harder,
 positioning her tits so they hung down against his face. Lance gripped her
 smooth buttocks, helping her slide up and down on his cock. Deciding to add a
 sex game to their lovemaking, Veronica spoke as Lance took her bouncing nipples,
 one then the other, into his mouth. He sucked them like a baby.
 
 "Oh, yes, honey...suck Mama's tits...that's right..." Veronica loved the
 feeling, pretending that the mouth suckling her hard, erect nipples was that of
 a nursing child. "Yes...Mama's big tits are just for you...suck, baby...Mama
 likes it when you suck her big tits..."
 
 He breathed heavily through his nose, his mouth buried under the huge mounds of
 soft, feminine tissue. A touch of five o'clock shadow tickled Veronica's
 areolas. Her perfume filled Lance's nostrils. After a few minutes, Veronica sat
 upright and leaned her head back. She rode harder, feeling him rhythmically
 tense his hips beneath her as if to pump deeper into her pussy. He gripped her
 waist, firmly pressing her down at the bottom of each stroke of her ride.
 
 "Yes, baby...fuck Mama! That's right...it's so good...fuck Mama hard...yes
 baby...fuck Mama...!"
 
 Veronica felt an orgasm swelling within her, faster this time than before. Lance
 reached up and took her breasts in his hands, lovingly caressing their supple,
 velvety softness. They bounced in his hands. The young man felt a strange,
 wonderful feeling begin to swell deep inside him, and he began to moan.
 
 Veronica knew she was about to come. It had only been five or six minutes -- she
 wondered why she was climaxing so quickly. In seconds her orgasm peaked, and
 once again she flooded a man's crotch with her hot, slippery come. The orgasm
 seemed to last longer than her others had, and Veronica clutched her tits and bit
 her lip as she came. --
 
 Then, without warning, Lance's eyes slammed shut. Veronica felt the stiff cock
 spasm as a flood of warmth filled her abdomen. Lance held his breath.
 
 He's coming inside me! Climb off --
 
 Veronica's reason warned her that Lance was not wearing a condom, but she knew
 it was already too late. Her passion silently screamed, Come on! Come inside
 Mama's hot pussy! I want to feel your hot come inside me!
 
 The boy came and came and came. After a few moments, his steaming load was
 delivered.
 
 As his cock shrank, the young man began to breathe more normally. Once again,
 he sucked Veronica's nipples, and she stroked his hair as he did so.
 
 Veronica smiled wide and repeatedly kissed Lance, softly and all over his face.
 
 "That was wonderful, honey. You fucked Mama so good..."
 
 Lance couldn't believe that he had had sex with this naked woman right there in
 her own home, during a service call. Still locked together in sexual intercourse
 with his diminishing penis still inside her, he had felt for the first time what
 his girlfriend had always denied him. "That was great, Veronica...I never...I
 mean, this was the first..."
 
 "You were a virgin?" Veronica asked.
 
 "Was..."
 
 "How old are you?"
 
 "Twenty-two." She kissed him, full and long. "Well, Lance, I'm honored to have
 made you a man."
 
 His cock had diminished to normal, now, and Veronica climbed off of the boy and
 stood up. Lance's semen began to drain from her vagina and run down the inside
 of her thighs. Seeing the residual come on his cock, she knelt beside him and
 took the flaccid organ into her mouth. Veronica licked and sucked it clean like
 an expert.
 
 "There, now. All clean," she smiled, standing.
 
 "What if you get pregnant?"
 
 "I won't."
 
 His come still felt warm inside her as he finished his work on the dishwasher and
 left, departing with a deep, final kiss. Veronica loved that she was a woman
 carrying a man's seed within her. Only after he had left did she douche,
 reluctantly cleansing her vaginal passage of his semen. She found herself
 wanting to be pregnant.
 
 That afternoon, Veronica dressed in her sexiest business suit and blouse and, by
 showing the right person the right amount of thigh and cleavage, got the job she
 had hoped for.
 
 She became Ferguson's gorgeous secretary, working next to the office she had once
 had as a man. Like all secretaries, she answered her boss' phone and arranged
 his daily meeting schedule. She took his dictation and typed his letters. And
 each day, at lunch when the building was all but abandoned, she went into the
 ladies' room and removed her bra and panties, readying herself for her favorite task.
 
 Every day at twelve forty-five, like clockwork, Ferguson returned from having
 lunch with his wife and took Veronica into his office. As she dropped her skirt,
 he locked the door. Veronica then worked hard to satisfy her handsome administrator.
 
 Veronica first sucked his penis to erection. Once he was long and hard, she then
 climbed naked onto his desk and positioned herself on hands and knees for him,
 begging in a brainless blonde bimbo voice for him to fuck her. She enjoyed their
 game, and they played it every day.
 
 "Ohhh, please, Mr. Ferguson...please fuck me with your big cock..."
 
 "Anything you want, Kim..." He stood behind her and drove his huge cock deep
 into her warm, wet pussy. "Do you like that, Kim?" he asked, fucking her doggie
 style, his hips slapping into her ass.
 
 "Ooooooh, Mr. Ferguson...it feels go big in my little pussy..." She spoke with
 an I.Q. of ten. "Oh, play with my titties, Mr. Ferguson..."
 
 He reached around her and played with her hanging tits as he fucked her madly
 from behind, first on the desk and then on the floor. The girl's little Jayne
 Mansfield voice made him still hotter.
 
 "Ohhhhh...it feels so scrumptious, Mr. Ferguson..." She begged for him to
 continue until, finally, the man reached orgasm and filled the condom he wore
 with steaming semen.
 
 "Will that be all, Mr. Ferguson?" Veronica brainlessly asked each day as she
 removed his filled condom from his diminished penis, sucked the semen from inside
 it, licked her lips and then sucked his penis clean. "Mmmmmm...like candy," she
 moaned. Then, dressed once more, she left his office and returned to her desk.
 
 "Thank you, Miss Laine," her boss always responded. "And get my wife on the
 phone, will you?"
 
 "Yes, sir," the obedient woman replied, dialing the number with a pencil in
 order to protect her long nails. Then, to the unsuspecting wife of her virile
 boss, she said in her normal, intelligent manner, "Hi, Mrs. Ferguson. This is
 Kim at the office. One moment, while I connect you with Mr. Ferguson..."
 
 Even as she spoke, she smiled, still able to taste the long, hard cock of the
 woman's husband. She wanted so much to brag -- I just thought you'd like to know
 that your husband just fucked me, and he fucks me every day! And every day I
 suck his long, hard cock and swallow his come and I love it -- After working at
 her new job for a month and a half, Veronica had joyfully allowed her boss to
 fuck her almost fifty times. Then, when her period did not come one month,
 Veronica panicked. I can't have a married man's baby!
 
 A home test revealed the verdict. Veronica was pregnant.
 
 "Are you sure it's your boss' baby?" Laura asked, trying to help Veronica sort
 things out.
 
 "He's the only man I've fucked in months. And we've done it a hundred times. 
 He always wore a condom, though...this wasn't supposed to happen."
 
 "You're sure he's the only one?"
 
 "Yes, Laura, I'm sure that he's..." Veronica paused.
 
 There was one man I fucked without protection, and only one -- "Lance!" Veronica
 cried. "It's his baby! It has to be!"
 
 "Who's Lance?"
 
 She told Laura of that morning when the repairman had paid a visit. Not only
 had Veronica made Lance a man that day, she had also made him a father.
 
 Laura grinned, amazed. "You horny little bitch," she teased.
 
 "What do I do? I want the baby."
 
 "Well, you could marry him. I don't think you'd want the pressure of trying to
 raise a baby alone...besides, every kid deserves a dad."
 
 Veronica thought long and hard about that.
 
              Part Seven Wife and Mother
 
 Finally, after three days, she made a decision. Veronica went down to the
 department store where Lance worked and located the service department. Lance
 was working the counter and he saw her coming toward him. His heart raced as he
 caught the sweet scent of her perfume; he had not gotten her out of his mind
 since the first time he had seen her the day of the service call.
 
 "Hi...hi, Veronica," he nervously said. "It's great to see you again. 
 I've...missed you. What brings you down here? Can I help you with something?"
 
 "Actually, Lance," she began, "only you can help me. Can you take a break or
 something, so we can talk?"
 
 They found a private place. Lance revealed that he and his girlfriend had broken
 up, for she had fallen for a guy who had transferred into her office.
 
 "I'm sorry she did that to you, in one way. Actually, though, I'm glad."
 
 "You are?"
 
 "Lance..." Veronica began, the words difficult. "Remember that day at my house?"
 
 "How could I forget? Veronica, you're the most beautiful, wonderful girl I've ever..."
 
 "Lance...I'm having a baby. Your baby."
 
 He was stunned for a moment. "You sure?"
 
 Veronica smiled. The lovliness of her smile melted Lance's heart. "Yes, Lance,
 I'm quite sure."
 
 Lance sat quietly for a moment, contemplating her words. Being an old-fashioned
 guy, he could come to only one decision. He dropped to one knee before the
 beautiful woman, his heart pounding. Taking the woman's hand, Lance broke out
 in a cold sweat.
 
 "Veronica...will you marry me? I want to help you raise our child. And I've
 been in love with you since the first time I laid eyes on you."
 
 Veronica smiled anew. Marriage was what she had also decided upon. "Yes, Lance. 
 I will marry you. I was hoping you'd ask. And call me Kim."
 
 Lance leapt to his feet, excitement supercharging his body. The woman of his
 dreams would be his. They kissed and Lance held the woman tight. She returned
 the embrace, eyes closed, running her hands up and down along the hardness of
 his muscular back.
 
 "I love you, Kim."
 
 "I love you, too," she said, meaning every syllable.
 
 Veronica got married in Laura's wedding dress, the same one she had tried on that
 day, which the woman had given her as a wedding present. Laura was her maid of
 honor. Veronica and Lance honeymooned in the Bahamas, another gift from Laura. 
 Their first night of wild, passionate, married sex would have been one for the
 record books had records of such gymnastics been kept. There was no sexual
 position they did not try, no bodily fluid they did not taste. Their flesh
 melded as one, husband and wife, and their kisses were loving and long.
 
 Only months after the end of her existence as a middle-aged man, Veronica began
 a wonderfully rich life as a young, happily married wife and mother. She never
 heard from the madam again, although, if she had, she would have thanked the lady
 for making her a woman and rescuing her from her dreary life as a man.
 
 Her whole life was before her.
 
 One day, when her children had grown up and moved away, she would become a
 grandmother. She looked forward to that.
 
 Veronica's daughter, Dana, was born seven months later. And the baby had her
 mother's eyes.