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A CASE IN POINT By Karen Albright PROLOGUE A hush fell over the court room. The jurors slowly filed into the room and took their seats to the right of the Judge. "Good luck!" My attorney commented as the Judge began to speak. "Does the jury have a verdict ?" "Yes we do Your Honor," replied the jury foreman. "We find the defendant not liable for the support of the child of Janice Edwards" "Congratulations," said my attorney. "That was the most difficult paternity suit that I have ever argued." "Having friends to testify saved the day" I replied as we stood up to leave. Looking across the room, I could see Janice Edwards hang her head for a moment. She shook the hand of her counsel, looked over at me, and then stood up and slowly walked out of the court room. "IT ALL BEGAN..." We had just finished a quiet dinner in a small, expensive restaurant north of town. This was my first date with Lisa Howard, and I had spared no expense. As we walked to my car, she put her arm around mine and smiled. Things were looking up. I asked if she wanted to stop for a drink, I was pleasantly surprised when she suggested that we go to her house, and I agreed. The drive took some time, because the house was a good distance out of town, on a large piece of property next to a very large forest. "Let me take your coat, and then help yourself to a drink in the parlor, I would like a martini." she said as we entered the house. The house was a large, very well kept Victorian house. The hall extended almost the whole length of the building, with a parlor to the right, a cosy den to the left, and a dining room behind the den. She disappeared and I went into the parlor. It had a very large couch, a number of large chairs, and a full bar behind the doors. I made two martinis, and sat down on the couch. I had just met Lisa two weeks ago. She was the manager of a private women's club. The club was in a very popular part of town, and it had rooms where members of other clubs could stay when they were out of town. They had found that business women much preferred a private club to motels if they had to spend time out of town. The clubs prevented them from being bothered at meals, and from embarrassment as they signed in. The club had a full gym and health center, with exercise equipment and aerobics classes, as well as a dining room, pool, and large library. I am in the business of selling exercise equipment, and I had received an inquiry from the club about our product line. As I was ushered into the managers office, I first saw Lisa, and she took my breath away. Her long, brown hair fell over the shoulders of a perfectly fitted woman's suit. She filled it incredibly, with a slim, tight body, with well proportioned breasts and hips. Her fine features sparkled as she said, "Good morning, Mr. Alder. Thank you for coming to discuss your equipment with me." Once I began talking, she immediately became very relaxed and we had spent a lot of time talking about my products. My business allows me to workout a lot, and my muscular physique had attracted a number of stares from her customers as I entered the club, so I was not surprised at her attention. A week later, I had received an order for some equipment, and I took the opportunity to call her, thank her for the order, and ask her to dinner. That had led to our dinner this evening, and our being in her parlor. After what seemed like a while, Lisa returned to the parlor, and I almost dropped my now empty glass. She had changed into a plain white, silk gown that looked like a mix of an evening gown and a nightgown. It was low cut in the front, and clung to every curve of her outstanding body. The dress made it clear that she had nothing on under it. "Thank you for making the drinks," she said as she walked to the stereo equipment and turned on a tape of soft music. She walked back to the couch, leaned down, and kissed me. I was speechless. She sat right beside me, reached over to me, and untied my tie. "It seem awfully warm in here," she commented as she unbuttoned my shirt. "Why don't you get more comfortable." "Can I get you another drink?" she said as she saw my empty glass. "Thank you, I would like that," I replied. She walked quickly to the bar, and seemed to take a long time finding ingredients, and making a drink. "This is my favorite," she said. "Why don't you try one." The drink was a very smooth and sweet mix that I quickly consumed as we talked quietly about her house. Suddenly she stood up. I paused for a second, and she reached down, took my hand, and pulled me up. "How about some exercise?" she said. "What do you have in mind" I replied with a smile. She was silent. She held my hand, and led me up the stairs to a large bedroom in the front of the house. Without saying a word, she undid my belt, removed my pants and shirt, and I sat on the bed as she took off her gown. The sight took my breath away. She sat beside me, kissed me, and we both fell back onto the bed. As she played with me, I became aroused and she took me in her mouth. After an extended period of ecstasy I entered her and we both climaxed together. The last thing that I remembered was holding her in my arms as I fell asleep. My mind was a blank until I awoke in my own bed. I had no idea how I got there. I looked at my clock and it was morning, and my wristwatch calendar told me that it was the next day, Saturday. I got up, put on my shorts and shirt, and went outside for my usual 5 mile weekend run. The whole time, I could not get the previous evening out of my mind. The combination of the beautiful woman, in the beautiful gown, stayed with me the whole morning as I ran, and then exercised. It had been such an unexpected turn of events for a first date. As the week went by, I continued to think about Lisa, and on Wednesday, I called the club. "She is in a meeting, can she call you" was the reply after I had given my name to the secretary. "IT ALL STARTED..." By Friday, she had not returned the call, and I tried again, with the same result. I could not understand why, after such a wonderful evening, she did not want to talk with me. That night, I had slight stomach cramps. That was unusual, but I lay down in bed and hoped that they would pass. About two on the morning, I was awakened by the pains, and I went to the bathroom to see if that would help. Something just did not feel right. The trip to the bathroom was unproductive, so I went back to bed. Soon, I was overcome with a tingling feeling and the cramps caused me to shiver. I took a strong sedative that I had left over from a prior severe knee injury and fell asleep with great difficulty. I had trouble sleeping that night because of the cramps. The alarm went off as usual, and I woke up with continuing cramps. I got up groggily from loss of sleep, but decided to try to run it off. I pulled on my running suit, and it seemed loose, but I continued, and went for my run. After about two miles, I was having difficulty keeping going. That was unusual. I could normally run five miles without difficulty. I rested beside the road, and then had to walk home. The cramps continued and I felt very tired. In the house, I went into the bathroom to take a shower. I pulled off the running suit and instinctively felt my face for a beard. I could not feel any!! I was too tired to think about it, so I turned on the water and got into the shower. As I washed, I again felt a tingling with the cramps, and the shower stall seemed strange. I got out, and began to dry myself. Something was not right!! As I rubbed the towel over my body, I noticed that my large chest and arm muscles seemed to be smaller, and not well defined. I had worked very hard to build up my body, and this was quite a shock. My chest also seemed very sensitive as I dried it off. The cramps seemed worse. I moved over to the sink and looked into the mirror. Something looked different, but I could not figure out what it was. I stepped onto the scales, and was shocked. It read 165, I had lost 20 pounds. I knew that I did not feel well, but I could not believe that it would have caused that weight loss. Frustrated, I walked back into the bedroom and lay down on the bed to fight the cramps. My whole body shook from the pain. I became groggy and, even with the cramps, I quickly fell asleep. I woke up and looked at the clock. I had been asleep about two hours. The tingling and severe cramps remained and now I was beginning to become more concerned. I sat up slowly, and realized that I had fallen asleep after the shower without any clothes on. I went to the dresser, and took out some clothes. As I dressed, I knew that something was wrong. The underwear was way to big, and the tee shirt and blue jeans were too long. What could have happened? I went to the mirror behind the bedroom door, and almost fainted. I looked like I had shrunken. I seemed substantially shorter, and the clothes looked very large on me. As I pulled the tee shirt down to tuck it into the jeans, I got the shock of my life. Something was sticking out from in the front of my chest!!! "WHAT THE HELL!!!" I screamed as I pulled off the tee shirt. "Oh my GOD." I had two definite budding breasts with large nipples !!! They can't be real I thought. I reached up to touch them, and I felt my hands on them. They were real. The nipples were very sensitive, and they became hard as soon as I touched them. What was going on? I went quickly back into the bathroom where there was a better light. I saw the same sight in that mirror. Now I knew what had looked funny earlier, I was at least 6 inches shorter, and my perspective of the mirror was different. "What is happening?? How can I stop it" I thought. Instinctively, I removed my jeans and shorts and looked down at my crotch. "Oh no!" At first I could not see anything, But I soon realized that my cock and balls were still there, but they were so small that they were almost hidden in my pubic hairs. My crotch looked different, and a quick look told me that all of my chest and arm hair was gone. I had a dark brown triangle of hair between my legs, and nothing else until my head. Even my normal hair was different. It seemed much longer and fuller. I stepped on the scales 155 pounds!!! What could I do? How could this have happened? When? Why the severe cramps? I thought for a moment, and the only unusual circumstances recently had been the date with Lisa. What had happened between my falling asleep on her bed, and my waking up on mine?? Nothing made any sense, and suddenly I was very tired again. and I staggered back into the bedroom, fell onto the bed, and passed out. When I awoke, the clock said noon. Three hours had passed since the horrible realization of the changes my body was undergoing. I was still undressed, and in pain from the cramps. I got up again and went into the bathroom. The scales said 145 pounds, I had lost 40 pounds in one day!! I looked in the mirror, and another person looked back! There was a woman in my bathroom! How could that be that was me! My hair was longer, my breasts were very noticeable, and I had a definite waist and larger hips. Things were getting worse. I reached between my legs, and could barely feel a very small cock. The woman looking back was not particularly good looking. My hair was uncombed, my teeth were crooked, and my stomach was very flabby. Lisa Howard had to know what happened. How else could this have happened? Why? I quickly called Lisa's club, but she was not in on Sundays. I called information for her town, but the number was unlisted. What could I do. I could not go out looking like I did. How much more could change? Why? Why? Why? I went back into the bedroom to look for something to wear. I had another problem. My jeans were too big to even try, and my shirts looked stupid stretched over my new breasts. I finally pulled on a sweat suit with a drawstring waist. It would at least fit over my growing hips. The sweat shirt hung loosely on my small shoulders, but it was better that nothing. Every time that I moved, I encountered new sensations. My breasts hung down from my chest, constantly pulling, and the nipples were stimulated by the rough texture of the sweat shirt. My hips felt heavy, and my arms brushed them and my breasts as I walked, and my hair constantly moved against my back. Each time I walked, the breasts bounced. I finally went into the living room. As I sat, it seemed that I could feel my hips and breasts growing. My imagination must be playing tricks. The severe cramps continued. What was I going to do? How could I become myself again? Why? Why? Another nap that afternoon. Even with the cramps, I could not stay awake. I got up and went directly into the bathroom to take off the sweat suit. More changes. The cramps were gone, but I had big breasts , long hair, a flabby stomach, and large thighs. I could not see my cock! I reached down and "Oh no!!!" Nothing there! I felt back further and found what I feared, a moist slit. The last vestige of Robert Alder, male, was gone! How could this have happened to me! Why? Why? Now I was feeling new sensations. I felt great pleasure as my fingers slipped into the new vagina, and it felt like an electric shock when I touched my nipples. I had to go to the bathroom, and I quickly realized that I had to sit down now! Dinner time, still no appetite, time to take stock. Why? I did not know. Who? Lisa Howard was the only possibility. What now? Do not know. How could I sell exercise equipment as an ugly woman with big hips and a flabby belly? What was I going to do? Sleep, I would try to sleep. At least I could not worry while asleep. Then a dream. I relived the night with Lisa. It was like a torture. Why did she do it? How? THE CLUB Monday morning, I was afraid to go to a mirror, but I felt compelled to do so. The change seemed complete. I had become an unattractive, middle aged woman. I had stringy, brown hair, uneven teeth, modest but hanging breasts, and large hips. My stomach and thighs were fat. Between my legs, a brown, triangular thatch of hair stood out. Spreading my legs, I could see the lips of a vagina MY vagina!! All in all, it was a frightening sight. I had to do something! My first thought was to call the club. The secretary answered, and I said, "May I speak to Lisa Howard?" I could not recognize my own voice it was higher and softer. "Who shall I say is calling" "Robert Alder, from Ajax Exercise Equipment." "Just a minute" The minute seemed like an hour. "She is busy, can she call you back? "I HAVE to talk to her!" I pleaded. "May I have a return phone number, she is busy at this moment!" the secretary replied. What could I do? I left a number and hung up. At least I was a little hungry, so I had some fruit and waited. The phone rang. "Hello." "Roberta" "Who is Roberta" I said. "You are," was the reply. I did not know where to start. It had to be Lisa who caused my predicament. How else would she know what had happened? "What is going on? What did you do to me?" I screamed. "Now, now" she replied. "This is just to teach you a lesson." "What does that mean" I answered. "You changed Janice Edwards life didn't you? She would not have an abortion so she must raise your child. How would you like that? Now it is your turn to experience a dramatic change in your life." "But the jury said" "You lied to the jury. You got your friends to testify against Janice" I could not deny her allegation, "What did you do to me?" I asked. Lisa laughed. "That is a long story, why don't you come to the club to discuss it." "I do not trust you," I responded. "You have no choice" Lisa replied. "The treatments that I gave you will become permanent if I do not reverse them within 14 days so you have only a few days to come see me." "How can I do that looking like I do," I asked. "I have nothing to wear but an old sweat suit. What if someone sees me?" "That is not my problem" she replied. "I am sure that you will find a way if it is that important to you." I had no choice. I took a long shower, and explored the new body sensations. My mind still could not connect the feeling of lifting my breasts, with the feeling in my hands as I touched them. I felt really ugly. What could I wear? The sweat suit was the only thing that I had. I found an old pair of tennis shoes, tried unsuccessfully to comb my unkept hair, found my wallet and keys, and carefully left the apartment. I took the freight elevator directly to the parking garage level, and got into my car. The seat was way too far back. What would happen if I got stopped. How would I tell a policeman that the handsome man on the license was really me? What was going to happen to me? My mind was swimming with thoughts as I drove carefully to the club, parked the car, and walked to the door. "I am here to see Miss Howard" The receptionist gave me a look of disdain. "Who may I say is here?" "Robert Alder" She gave me a funny look, and dialed a number. "You may go right in Robert-A" she said, emphasizing the A. The office was empty, and I looked out of place in the expensive club dressed in a huge sweat suit, with straggly hair and a poor figure. Finally Lisa walked into the room with a wicked smile on her lips. "How does it feel, Roberta?" she sneered. "How many other lives did you and that lawyer ruin?" I did not know where to begin. "What did you do to me!" I blurted. "Sit down, Roberta." she replied. "This will take some time" She then began to explain the circumstances. Janice Edwards had been a long time club member and friend of Lisa's, and had often worked out in the club. Lisa had given Janice money for an attorney for the paternity suit once it was too late for an abortion. After Janice had gotten settled, the two had talked about what they might do. Janice worked for a genetic engineering company as a laboratory technician so she had access to much of the research that was going on. One scientist had been successful in creating synthetic female genes in the laboratory. He, at the same time, found a way to offset the effect of male genes. These were interesting experiments, and Lisa had seduced the man, taken pictures of him, and was blackmailing him to help. "I implanted a source of male gene inhibitors in your body, and injected a specific female gene while you were asleep" she said. "The lab work indicated that the new genes would last about 14 to 28 days, but that the inhibitor would take about 8 days to allow them to work. once the inhibitor was effective, the female genes would work quickly to change the person injected. Once the male genes are inhibited, the female genes quickly become dominant, and then permanent after 21 to 28 days." During the experiments, the scientist had used genes from a number of different women, and the results that they saw in the people that they performed the experiments on took much of the same form as the woman that had donated the genes. Lisa and Janice had chosen the genes of an ugly woman on purpose. Lisa told me that the inhibitor took 8 days, and that the genes were reversible for 21 to 28 days, then they became permanent unless they could administer other genes. If they did administer another set of genes, then the changes would be reversed to that of the new genes. Each change became permanent within 21 to 28 days if it were not reversed. "I took a sperm sample from you the night of our date, and Lisa has extracted the genes from it, so we can return you to Robert Alder - if we wish to do so. There is NO other way that you can ever return to being yourself however." Lisa reminded. "What do I have to DO?" I asked. Lisa smiled and said "Anything and everything that I TELL you to do! To start with, I have turned one of our upstairs rooms into a room for you, so that you can live here. Then, you are here to do whatever I want. Before you go to that room, I think that we should reverse the effect of the first injection before we are stuck with such an ugly woman in our club. We have need for many talents here, and you will be able to sample some of them, so let me see what you will become next." She went to a small cabinet in the room, and removed a large hypodermic needle. She removed the needle cover, cleared the air from the needle, and walked toward me as another woman walked into the room. "What are you going to do to me now?" I asked in a worried tone. " Tomorrow, you will know" she said. "Drop those pants!" A brief sting, a cool wipe of alcohol, and she said "Carol here will show you to your room. We are very strict about people that our guests are allowed to see. You are not permitted in any parts of the club without the proper uniform, and without permission of the various club supervisors. You will be served meals in your room, and you will remain there unless you are working in the club. Is that clear, because breaking these rules will mean the end of Robert Alder. Lisa had been pretty explicit about my behavior, and the consequences, so I was quiet as we walked to a freight elevator. Three floors later, Carol and I left the elevator. Carol was typical of all of the employees I had seen to date. She was beautiful. Her features were small, and her body was incredible. "If I could be like one of those" I thought to myself. The room was small, but adequate. It had a bathroom, small closet, and dresser. Carol left, and pulled the door shut after her. I heard a click, and knew that she had locked the door. There was nothing to do but watch television and wait. The closet held a nondescript robe that I put on in place of the sweat suit. I went into the bathroom and took a long, hot bath. I washed out my long hair, and explored the body that I was now stuck with. Again, I was aroused as I touched the nipples, and they became hard. I could feel the pleasure throughout my body. I took the hair brush from the sink, and probed into my slit. Waves of pleasure washed over me. I could not believe the feelings. I could barely stand up. The feelings became more intense, and finally peaked in an orgasm that was unlike anything that I had ever experienced before. I could not believe the intensity of the feelings. After the shower, I tried to brush out my hair as I sat watching the TV in the robe. I was flooded with the new sensations of breasts, wide hips, long hair, and the intense pleasure that I had felt in the shower. Later in the afternoon, there was a knock on the door. I walked to the door and heard a click as a panel opened in the bottom. A tray was pushed through, and the panel closed. Dinner! Soon the tingling began again, but without the cramps. This time, I at least knew what was happening. I had noticed an envelope on the tray that said "Sedative" and I took it. I undressed, and soon I fell asleep on the bed. THE FIRST CHANGE I awoke slowly. It was still dark outside. The tingling remained. Sleepily, I pushed back the blankets and stood up. Things felt very different. I first noticed a great weight on my chest as I sat up. I reached up and felt tremendous, pendulous, breasts. I got up with difficulty, and moved slowly into the bathroom to the mirror. It seemed hard to balance at first as I walked. I turned on the lights. What a shock. I was staring at a really fat older woman. With huge breasts, Mammoth thighs and arms, and a round belly. What could this mean. I was again at a loss. What was I going to do? I took a shower, having difficulty getting everything washed. My huge breasts hung down like bags, with little sensation in the nipples. Between my huge thighs, I could feel a slit that could contain my whole hand. I put my hand into it and was soon overcome with pleasure again. It was addicting. And the pleasure peaked, I could not stand any more, and I slumped onto the bottom of the tub. I lay there for a while, with the water pouring over me, then I put my hand into my vagina again, and stroked slowly. What a feeling! I soon climaxed, and fell back against the end of the tub. Soon, I tried to get up. It was almost impossible. I was so fat that I could barely push myself up. Once dry, I moved slowly into the room, and found a pile of clothes and breakfast near the door panel. There was a note on the top. "Welcome to the club Roberta. You will be a part of our housekeeping staff for a while. That should be fun. You will be expected to meet EVERY need of our patrons. Ask for the head of housekeeping when you get to the basement at 8:00 AM." The clothes included a huge boned corset, a bra marked 44D, huge cotton panties, stockings, a light blue cotton uniform, and large, black shoes. I dressed with great difficulty. I had never before been forced to wear such clothing, and it took a while to figure out how to get my huge breasts into the bra, and how to hook and secure the corset. The corset was tight, the stockings were cheap, and the dress just hung off my breasts. A little name tag said, "Roberta Alder, Housekeeping." I sat on the bed, and the corset dug into me as it tried to hold in my huge stomach. At 8:20, I left for the basement. I took the freight elevator to the basement, and found the head of housekeeping, a prim, older woman named Alice. She told me to do the ironing today, and she pointed to a small room with a huge stack of sheets, and an ironing board. I had never ironed before, but I seemed to know how to do it. Alice continually came into the room to urge me to work faster. By noon, the temperature in the room was above 90 from the iron. Alice was yelling to work faster, and I began to sweat profusely, as obese people tend to do. "It will cause you to loose weight" she said casually. I became hotter and hotter. My dress became soaked, and the odor became horrible. My crotch itched, and my hair became stringy. Alice commented on different occasions that this would be a good lesson. By the day's end, I was exhausted. I could barely get to my room, where I collapsed on the bed. After a short nap, I got up and took a long shower. I was depressed as I tried to wash off my obese body. In the dresser, I found a long, flannel night gown, some spare under wear, and miscellaneous things that I could not identify. As I passed the mirror, I was again repulsed by the sight of my fat body, with pendulous breasts, and a huge triangle of hair under my massive stomach. How could I go on like this? How could anyone who had worked as hard as I once did to stay in shape tolerate such a body? Dinner came, and I eventually fell asleep. The next morning, I was aware of the new sensations of my grotesque body. I could not lie comfortably om my huge stomach, and I felt my huge breasts flop from side to side as I rolled in the bed. Even my stomach seemed to move as I rolled from side to side. I finally got up, showered, and put on the clothes left at the door. My clothes included the same kind of corset, bra, and panties, but this time there was a slip, and a clean white dress. Today, the note said, I was assigned to clean rooms. Alice started me on the fourth floor, and pointed out the cart of linens. The first few rooms were easy to clean because the guests had left, and new ones were arriving that afternoon. These rooms were completely cleaned, and new linen put on the beds. On the fifth floor, I knocked at 509 and heard a "Come in." Inside, there was a large, older woman who was a regular guest. As I walked in, she was just getting out of the shower. "Excuse me," I said. "I can come back in a bit" "No, that will be unnecessary" she replied. "You can help me" she commented, with a smile on her face. As I pushed the cart into the room, she passed me, and closed the door. I was suspicious. I began to make the bed as she went into the bathroom, but she motioned to me from the bathroom to leave it alone. I got new towels from the cart and moved toward the bathroom, just as she walked out. She was completely naked. She must have been 50 years old, but she was well kept except for being over weight. She said "Come with me" as she walked toward the bed. "They tell me that you are told to satisfy each guest completely, Lets see if you can". She lay back on the bed and spread her legs apart. Her intent was unmistakable. I hesitated for a brief moment, and she complained, "Alice told me to tell her if anything was not up to my standards. Is there some problem?" I had no choice. I moved slowly toward the bed and she said "Take off your clothes." What could she have in her mind? I was certainly not a beautiful woman, but I complied with her wish. When I had finished she patted the bed and spread her legs again The clue was clear. I moved between her feet and leaned down over her, my breasts hanging down as I approached. My stomach rubbed her feet and the bed as I put my face into her crotch and began to lick. Shortly she began to moan and writhe on the bed. I felt her large thighs close tightly around my head, and her strong odor overwhelmed me. I continued as best I could. In a moment, she climaxed and collapsed back onto the pillow. What could she want next? I got up from the bed and walked toward my clothes. "Come back" she called as she got up from the bed. I walked back and she motioned for me to lie down on the bed, which I did. Without a word, she moved around to the foot of the bed and began to play with my cunt. The waves of pleasure began. I could not imagine what she saw in a fat old woman, but I could not deny the pleasure it gave me. She played gently to start, but she soon had her whole hand inside my huge cunt. The feeling was both strange and pleasurable. I could feel her fingers moving inside me. She then leaned down and began to lick my cunt at the same time. Again the pleasure, this time greater than any before. I could not believe the intensity of it. I screamed as I climaxed, and she climaxed also. "Get up," she said curtly. What a change, I immediately complied, and got dressed. Then I began to leave the room. "You have not made the bed" she snarled. What was happening? All that I could do was comply. I finished the room, and she said as I left, "I will see you tomorrow." I did not know if I should anticipate it or fear it. The remainder of the day was uneventful. I cleaned the remainder of the floor, and again collapsed into bed that night. What did they have in store for me I wondered. How much longer would this go on until Lisa was satisfied? The next morning, I was shocked to see blood as I took my shower. My period had arrived! What should I do? I looked in the dresser and found sanitary napkins and a sanitary belt, which I carefully applied after a few tries. Soon the cramps started. I began work, and soon was back at the room of the heavy lady. "Come in" she said. "How are you today?" she asked as I moved my cleaning cart into her room. "It is that time of the month" I replied hesitantly. She looked disappointed, but understanding, so I continued to clean her room, as I went about my daily routine. That routine continued for the next couple of weeks, Whenever the woman was in town, she would ask for me. The rest of the time, I made beds, cleaned rooms, and occasionally ironed. Lisa stopped me one afternoon and said "It has been 27 days, please come see me this afternoon." That was the first time that I had seen her since I had come into the club. I had learned that only people selected for their attractive appearance were allowed to be seen in the lobby, gym, and public areas of the facility. The remaining employees were kept out of sight unless their services were needed. I finished my chores, and asked her secretary if I could see her. "Yes, go right in. She is expecting you" "Well, what do you think of working here? Would you like to stay as you are?" "Please no" I pleaded. "This has been a difficult time." "Now you are beginning to understand how others feel when you change their lives"" she commented. "I am not finished with you yet. Life is not easy for Janice, why should it be for you? What do you think that we should do now?" "I just want to return to being Bob Alder" I said pleading, but she just looked toward the window as she walked to the cabinet that held the hypodermic needles. A minute, and a slight sting later, she said, "Get back to work!" and left the room. What could happen now? I slowly walked to my room, and waited for dinner to come and for the tingling to start again. " A NEW DAY..." I awoke the next morning expectantly. A dim light coming through the window of my small room. Trapped in whatever life Lisa had chosen for me now. Initially, nothing felt significantly different. I pushed back the covers and stood up. It seemed easier to move, but I still felt my breasts moving around and their weight pulling. When I felt my stomach through the cotton nightgown, I was pleased. The huge stomach was gone. I had two, very large breasts though, that stuck out of the nightgown. Pulling off the nightgown, I moved to the bathroom mirror. A black woman looked back from the mirror. Oh my God!!! What now? My new body was a very different. I looked to be about 30 years old, with a slim body, about 5 feet tall, hugely out of proportion breasts, and jutting hips. The breasts were only slightly smaller that the ones I had when I went to sleep last night, but they were very full, and jutted out incredibly. My new face was attractive, and was topped with an large head of curly black hair. My skin was a shiny black. What was I supposed to be? Undressed, I looked like some sort of African native. Only time would tell. The shower felt better this morning. The depressing feelings that I had held for three weeks as I washed the very fat body were no longer there, but I was hesitant about what this might mean. As I explored my new body, I lifted the huge breasts, and felt the tremendous weight when I released them. The sensitivity of my nipples was great, and I felt the same pleasure from touching my cunt lips, and I soon orgasmed using the hair brush handle. The feelings that I got from that stimulation were unlike anything that I felt as a man. Leaving the bathroom, I saw the normal breakfast tray, and pile of clothing by the door. I lifted them to the bed, and began to dress. The clothes were as different as the new body was. They included a skimpy bra and lace panties, in black, with black panty hose, a bright red knit dress, and very high spiked heels. First, I put on the bra to support my huge breasts, then I carefully put on the remaining clothes, and noticed that the skirt barely came to the middle of my thigh. I saw a name tag which read "Roberta Alder, Waitress." The note on the tray told me to report to Mary the head of the kitchen, at 7:00 AM to begin breakfast. I had a few minutes until then, so I went to the mirror. The new me could only be called provocative. Long, wavy, black hair, falling down around a jet black face with very large lips. I was clothed in a tight, bright red, low cut, minidress that contrasted sharply with my jet black skin. My huge breasts swept out in front, with the whole tops of them exposed almost to the nipples. The back of the dress was also cut down almost to the skimpy bra straps, and it emphasized my rounded hips that jutted out in back. The 5 inch high heels were initially very hard to walk with, so I spent some time in the room getting used to them. Even with my good sense of balance, they were difficult to get used to. They gave my slim legs an even finer shape, and tended to make my hips stick out even more. Each time I passed the mirror, I stopped to look at the attractive black woman that I had become. I felt concerned about my appearance, so I brushed my hair a bit to remove some tangles and checked the clock, 6:50. Time to start the next chapter. Mary was an attractive, middle aged woman, with an office next to the dining room. "Roberta, you are now allowed to be seen by our patrons." she said. "You must be certain that you meet their EVERY need" she said with a smile, "and that you maintain your appearance at all times. You will be assigned to room service for the time being. Report to Nancy, the head waitress for your assignments." There were no pending room service requests, so I had a short time to become familiar with the kitchen and dining areas of the club. As I walked around, I noticed for the first time the sensations of my new self. The bra straps pulled down on my shoulders. Each step caused my breasts to giggle in the bra, and my hips to sway provocatively. With each step, my arms brushed the sides of my huge breasts, and I had to hold them slightly out to keep from hitting my hips. The short, tight skirt kept me from taking large steps for fear that it would ride up further on my thighs. My long hair brushed against my exposed back. For the first time, I felt the pleasant sensations of being an attractive woman. I saw heads turn as I moved through the dining room, and I could almost feel their stares. Even the women were looking at my huge breasts, and jutting hips. I was quickly getting used to the high heels, and soon was walking quickly, almost flaunting the swing of my hips. I was beginning to enjoy the sensations. "Roberta." Nancy called. "Yes, Mam" I replied, noticing for the first time a new, throaty voice with a very strong, deep south accent. "Miss Higgens, in room 407 is a regular business traveler, take her this breakfast. She is demanding, so be on your best behavior," was her curt response. I knocked on the door of 407, and waited for a response. Soon, I heard movement in the room, and the door knob turned. The door opened, and I was facing a beautiful, 6 foot tall blond in a dressing robe. "Here we go again" I thought. "Come IN," she smiled. "I have been waiting for you. Lisa told me that you were very attractive." "Yes, Mam. Here is your breakfast." "Wow very nice, and black too!" she commented as I walked past into the room. "Just set it down on the table by the window." I could almost feel her eyes undressing me as I walked to the table. I had to be careful that my big breasts did not hit the items on the tray and I reached down carefully to avoid having my skirt ride up as I set the tray on the table. As I turned to leave, I saw her move to the door, and close it. She then walked directly toward me. How should I react? No time to plan. She was next to me quickly, looking down into my eyes. "Will that be all?" I asked. She did not say a word. She quickly leaned down and kissed me directly on the lips. I stepped back slightly, only to find that she had reached behind me and now held me tightly. I could feel her chest pressing above my huge breasts as her tongue darted into my mouth. Anything they ask was the order, so I responded by returning the kiss. I felt her hands push the dress down off of my shoulders, and past my waist, pulling the panties and hose down along with it. I pulled off the hose and stepped out of the dress as she reached for the back of the bra unhooked it, and my large breasts spilled out. She certainly moved fast. In a second, her robe was untied and off, and she had nothing on underneath it. She continued to kiss me as she pushed me toward the bed, and then down onto it. The pleasure sensations were intense. Her hands were all over my body. She was particularly interested in my breasts. She fondled and sucked them continually, and the sensitive nipples sent shocks throughout my whole body. She lay back and had me dangle them in her face. She slowly got up and turned around toward my feet. She then lay down, with her crotch next to my face, and began to lick my cunt while she fondled my breasts. I began to do the same to her. For the next 30 minutes, we played together on the bed. I had licked a lot of cunts, but I had never imagined the pleasure of having it done to me. We both had multiple orgasms as we lay beside each other. This was not all bad, I concluded. When I returned to the kitchen, with a nice tip hidden in my bra, Nancy looked at her watch, and smiled. "We have a number of patrons to keep happy. I hope that you can maintain the pace." For the next hour, there were a number of uneventful breakfast deliveries. Most of them were attractive, middle aged women in business suits. All of them with business on their mind. Three had "The Wall Street Journal" delivered with breakfast, and they all simply let me put the tray on the table, and leave. Many with a quick "No thank you" answer to my "Will there be anything else" question. I mid morning, I got a call from 509. "Oh no, that is the older woman from two weeks ago," I thought as I rode up the elevator. Once there, she did the same thing, she patted the bed beside her, and lay down with her legs spread. After the first delivery that morning, this woman seemed repulsive, but I performed as asked. She made no attempt to play with me. She just lay there as I brought her to multiple climaxes, and then motioned toward the door, so I got up, straightened my dress, and left. I could only wonder how many club employees she had approached in her room. I received another smile from Nancy when I got to the kitchen, but no comment, and the day went on. For dinner, there was another delivery for 407, and I volunteered to take it. Nancy agreed, and again I had an unbelievable time with the woman in the room. "Can you stay all night?" she asked, but I knew that Lisa would not like it so I told her that there was a policy against such things. I hated to leave, and i appreciated the big tip, but I was afraid of the consequences of staying. The next few days were pretty much the same. Each morning there would be a provocative dress on the tray with matching bra, panties, stockings and shoes. The dresser contained a filmy, short nightgown, and a luxurious lounging robe that I soon wore whenever I was in the room. I had also found the makeup in the dresser, and I felt a real need to try to use it. The initial efforts were poor, but Nancy made suggestions, and by the third day, I was able to apply the lip stick, and eye shadow without trouble. The bright red lips and blue eye shadow were a striking contrast to the gleaming dark skin of my face. She also helped me to style my long, black hair. I seemed to be more submissive that I would normally have been, and I felt pleased to be continually requested by the two women on the fourth and fifth floors who asked for me specifically each day. I was becoming more and more addicted to the pleasures that I was experiencing. I began to anticipate requests from other guests and I would groom carefully each morning to try to attract them. On Wednesday, I was alone in the storage area down the hall from the kitchen, when I heard a noise at the door. I looked up and say the huge black grocery delivery man standing at the outside doorway, blocking it. "Can I help you?" I asked. He closed the door and walked ominously toward me. "What is a trashy whore like you doing in this classy club?" he grunted. This was trouble! Everyone was down the hall in the kitchen. Now I knew the fear that women felt when they were alone on the street. He walked toward me with a sneer on his face, and his hand quickly covered my mouth in a vice like grip. I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he almost picked me off of the floor. I was not strong enough to resist. His hand reached under my short skirt, and pulled my panties down. In a second, he had me bent over backwards on a low pile of boxes. He unzipped his trousers, and I immediately felt his member enter me. I could not scream because he held my face down with his. His brute strength overcame me, and he was impervious to my flailing arms, as he pumped in and out. I was fighting so hard that I had no sensations of pain or pleasure. It was over as fast as it started. He came with a large spurt of semen in me, and then he simply withdrew and left. I was too scared to speak for a full minute. Then I jumped up, pulled up my panties, and ran to the door, but no one was around. I had no idea where he had come from. Still shaking, I ran to Nancy, and told her what had happened. Lisa was there immediately, asking questions. She seemed most concerned about the patrons safety, not about what had happened to me. I suggested the police, but she said "NO." She did not want any bad publicity for the club. Nancy comforted me as Lisa asked the others if they had seen anything, but to no avail. I was calmed down a bit, and Lisa came back toward me. She motioned for Nancy to leave, and then said "Well, now you have had a taste of your own medicine. You have to experience the fear of rape to fully understand it. " With that, she turned and left. Nancy came back and said, "Why don't you take the afternoon off in your room." I was glad for the break. I felt unclean and still scared. My stockings were ruined, and my hair was a mess. I went to my room, showered, and lay down to sleep, but my mind was too active. It was continually trying to understand all of the events over the past few weeks. What was Lisa's plan? When could I return to being Robert Alder? Would my life ever be the same? The next weeks were a rush of sexual encounters among the many room service deliveries. I realized that I was anticipating the encounters with the various guests more and more. Was I acting like a man, or a prostitute I wondered. Was my mind changing. I found tremendous pleasure in wearing the revealing clothes that I had, and in flaunting my considerable assets. I just wished that I could be with men more, instead of just with women. My single encounter with a man had been too traumatic for me to draw any conclusions. I became concerned. Did I really prefer being a woman, now that I had been forced to be one for some time. What would my life lead to? Only time would tell, and it was nearing the end of this 28 days. I got my period and Lisa's message to see her on the same day, and I reported to her office. "Well, how does it feel to be a black whore" was her first comment. "I hope that you kept our paying patrons happy?" "Yes, Mam" I replied in my thick accent, with a slight hesitation. "Would you like to continue that way?" she asked. "No, Mam" I answered. "Well, we shall see. Nancy tells me that you have performed very well these two weeks. She has received two very favorable comments about your service. Perhaps you prefer being a woman?" "No, Mam" I replied quickly. "I was just doing what you asked me to do, Keeping the members happy." Lisa smiled. "I see that some of the personality traits are following the physical attributes of the female genes that we have. You seem more feminine in your manners and speech over the last few weeks. Maybe our experiments with behavior modification through the genes are working. We shall see." Again, she walked to the cabinet, another sting, and I went back to my room to wait for the next change. I hated to loose my voluptuous body, and the regular encounters with the patrons. Maybe her comments about behavior were right. I was afraid to think about what that might mean. "WHAT NOW?..." Morning broke, and the light streamed into my room. A slight tingling remained. What would I be this morning? Nothing felt significantly different as I got out of bed. I first looked at my hands, and they were white. "Whew!" I walked to the bathroom, removed the nightgown, and looked. I was pleasantly surprised. The mirror image was a young, attractive blond, with a slim, very firm body. Her hair was short, and her breasts were large, but not out of proportion with her almost 6 foot height. She looked very athletic and healthy, and she was me! Before a shower, I went into the room to see what clothes were there. There was a bright blue pair of tights, red leotard, and yellow gym shoes. The name tag said "Roberta Alder, Aerobics." Great! Now I could become more athletic as I had been. This might be fun. I went back to the shower, and quickly recognized that I still had my period. I showered, put in a tampon, and went into the room to dress. I looked into the dresser, and found the usual cosmetics and extra clothing, but it was more utilitarian, with less lace. I combed out my straight, shoulder length hair. I looked damn good. The note told me to report to Helga Swenson in the gym at 8:30. That gave me some time to relax. The body in the mirror was beautiful, and it was accented by the bright exercise clothes I wore. It felt different to not have a heavy weight pulling down on my shoulders from the bra straps. In fact, I felt so confident of my tight figure that I did not even put a bra on under my leotard. I felt beautiful in a sophisticated way, instead of feeling like a show piece. Helga looked like a Helga. A large, Scandinavian, with short, blond hair and a white uniform. She gave me a schedule of the aerobics classes, and left. Nothing to do until the first class in 30 minutes. The gym was fully equipped with the latest Nautilus equipment, exercise bikes, treadmills, rowing machines, and a large locker and shower area. I tried the treadmill, and realized that I had amazing stamina for someone who had not been active for almost two months. The class filed in, and I began. There was a stereo for music, and a video tape to start so I learned the routine along with the patrons. It was vigorous work. I soon regretted not putting on the jogging bra in the dresser, as my bouncing breasts became sore during the exercises. As I watched the 15 in the class, I saw mostly trim women, who worked to stay looking beautiful. They all carried themselves with confidence. I was strangely attracted to a younger woman in the back of the room. She seemed younger than the rest by almost 10 years, but she was stunning. As the class progressed, I found myself with her much of the time. What was I doing? I seemed out of control of my actions. Why should I be attracted to her, and not to men? She also seemed attracted to me! Could it have been my braless breasts? What had Lisa done this time? I was becoming worried. My period kept me from taking any action, but the strong desire was unescapable. I really needed a shower that night, and I could feel the strength of my new body as I dried myself. I fell asleep early. The next day, I did not make the mistake of not wearing a bra. That did not seem to effect the stares that I got from the women in the classes though. Why did I attract then so, and why was I attracted to them? On Friday, my period went away, and then my strong attraction to women in the class took control. During the first class, I felt attracted to two women in the class, and they to me. Again, I seemed to spend much time with them. As the class neared the end, one of the two asked for some additional help, which I gladly agreed to provide. There was a 1 hour break until the next class which left plenty of time, but I was still surprised at my actions. The class left, and I suggested that we go into the small exercise room off the side. She gladly agreed, and as soon as we were both in the room, I felt out of control. I moved toward her, grabbed her, and kissed her. To my surprise, she did not resist. What was I doing? I quickly fondled her breasts, and she did the same to me. Now I was the aggressor. I stripped off my clothes, and did the same to her. We both lay on an exercise mat, and I immediately began to lick her cunt and suck her breasts. Why was I so driven? She did not resist, so I continued unabated. She climaxed a number of times, and then turned onto me. She sucked my nipples and shock waves raced through my body. She touched my cunt lips and I moaned, and then she turned and began to lick my cunt. I wrapped my legs tightly around her, and pulled her to me tightly. She reached to my tits as she licked, and I exploded into a tremendous climax. I rolled over, exhausted, and she did the same. Neither of us had said a word. Suddenly, I noticed the clock. The next class was due in 5 minutes. "I have to get back to work" I said. "You do good work" she said. We laughed and hugged, and then got dressed and went into the main room. I was still baffled with my behavior. The next class came, and the same thing happened with an attractive, middle aged woman in that class, and also with another two young women in the afternoon. I was exhausted, but my desire seemed insatiable. I fell into bed that night after a shower, and brought myself to a climax. What was happening to me. The next weeks days went by in a flash. Each day, I would seduce class members. And each day, my desires seemed greater. Even the heavy exercise did not reduce them. I found that I attracted certain women, and I took advantage of that fact. I had become a lesbian. I had no sexual desire at all when a handsome maintenance man came by to fix the air conditioning, I only wanted women, and I wanted them badly. I was becoming too obvious it seemed because Helga began to comment that I was spending too much time with certain class members. I was having a good time, and I was disappointed when I got Lisa's message to come to her office. "How has it been going?' she asked. "Fine," I said. "But when do I become Robert again?" "Do you really want to? I hear that you have been very active these last two weeks. It appears that our lesbian behavioral modification works better than we had expected. Helga says that you were less than discrete the last two days. Were you having too much fun?" "I do not know" I responded, not really sure myself, but finding myself attracted to her. "This has been an easy two weeks." Lisa remarked. "You have really been doing a fine job. The club appreciates your concept of service. We shall have to see" she said as she walked to the cabinet again. A moment later a sting, I went my room, and fell asleep in anticipation of another change. "IN SEVENTH HEAVEN..." Another morning, another start. Again, slight tingling but no other significant feelings. I was matter of fact this time as I undressed as I went into the bathroom. This time, I was really shocked! The most beautiful blond in the world was looking at me this morning. Long, curly blond hair, large well formed breasts, firm stomach, Natural blond love triangle, firm hips. WOW!!. What could I be now? I ran to the pile of clothing, and the name tag said "Roberta Alder, Secretary." Who had a secretary? Only Lisa! What did this mean? The note said only "Start at 8:30," only time for a quick shower. The clothing was sensual. Lacy bra, silky lace panties, silky slip, panty hose, high heels, a white silk blouse, and a tailored woman's suit. I was a knockout. I could hardly wait to get to work. What could Lisa want? Promptly at 8:30, I arrived at Lisa's office. She was there and she acknowledged my presence. I began by looking at her calendar, and arranging her mail. Soon, she walked out to me. "Good morning, Roberta." "Good morning Miss Howard," I replied. "I have some typing and filing this morning, and then we have to go over the Board of Trustees Meeting Agenda." "Yes, Mam." I got up, and walked into her office. She gave me a stack of reports, and I turned and left. I tried typing, and was astonished that I could do it easily. Her behavior modification must be good. The morning went quickly. Lisa was very business like in the office, and I was the same. I took her calls, finished the Board report, and the filing by 3:00 PM. "Good job" Lisa said as she left her office at 5:00 PM, "How about dinner with me?" I was astonished. After weeks of seeing her only for gene shots, she had asked me to dinner on the first day. What did she want. "Yes, thank you" I responded without thinking. She got her coat, and we both left the building together. This was the first time out of the club in 3 months for me. "My car is over here" she said, as we walked through the attached garage. "How about my place?" she asked. What could I say? "Sure." We went to her house, and she cooked a light dinner. Then she walked into the parlor where it had all started, and said "How are you feeling?" "Fine, I guess." was my reply. "Janice has finally found another job in a laboratory, part time. She needs more time with her new son" Lisa commented. I stayed silent. Lisa changed the subject, and the night went well. She got up and got drinks, and came back to the couch. Much to my surprise, she leaned down and kissed me. I was torn between a strong desire for her, and a fear of what that might lead to. She kept on going, and I relaxed and enjoyed it. Quickly, we were both undressed and in her bedroom. The action got very hot quickly, as we both tried to bring the other to a climax, and I won. She moaned, and rolled onto her back. I moved to her nipples, and she moaned some more, then she pushed me away, and turned back to licking my cunt. The feelings were as intense as any I had felt. I could only lie there and moan with ecstasy. Soon I climaxed, and the cycle began again. It was well into the morning when I finally collapsed into sleep. The next morning, Lisa awoke in my arms. I kissed her, and she said that she would leave early so that I could change my clothes. We did so, and I was at work promptly at 8:30 AM. Being an attractive woman did not seem like a bad idea The time flew. I was in seventh heaven. I felt good, I exercised in the club daily, and Lisa and I spent many nights together. I loved the feel of the very feminine clothing that I had to wear, and I reveled in the looks that I got from the salesmen and women who came in to speak with Lisa. I was finally allowed to move freely in the club, and I enjoyed the feeling of power that I had as secretary to the club manager. People that I had worked for, like Nancy and Helga, now had to come to me for help. One morning, I realized that I had not had my period for some time. I got worried because it was near the end of the normal time for the gene shots. Lisa told me to go see the club physician, and he said that he would call me in a few days. What could have happened. Something was fishy. Lisa was evasive. She said that there was still time, but I was becoming concerned. What could I do? That afternoon, Lisa asked me to take a memo. I went into her office, and sat across the desk from her as she began to dictate. She had some coffee, and asked me if I wanted some. I said that I would get it, and I went out to get some. She continued dictating, and then asked me to get a file from my desk. I got up, went out to the desk, and found it quickly. I returned, and she continued dictating. Back at my desk, I began to have a headache, and hoping that it was the beginning of my period, I just kept on working. In a few moments, I seemed tired, and then I blacked out. THE LAST CHANGE... When I awoke this time, I was not in bed. I was tied to a piece of the exercise equipment in the gym. I could not move, and there was a gag in my mouth. I looked at the big wall mirror for ballet practice on the adjacent wall, and I saw that I was completely naked. In a moment, the door opened, and a woman entered. It was Janice!! Lisa was right behind her. "How are you doing Robert er Roberta" Janice said. I could not respond. "Good morning" Lisa remarked casually. I could do nothing but wiggle in my bonds. "We have a surprise for you" Lisa said. "I am going to give you a slight gene shot. It will take effect in an hour or so, but it will NOT reverse the last ones, it will only change certain characteristics." I tried to scream, but the gag would not let me. She approached me with a hypodermic needle, and injected its contents into me. "We will be back", Janice responded, and they left. I was trapped. I needed to reverse the gene shots. I needed a shot of my own genes, not some other person's. What could I do. Suddenly the tingle started. I could feel nothing initially. I could not imagine what they might have done. The minutes ticked by. The tingle got stronger. My head began to swim. Then the tingle stopped. I looked in the mirror, but could see no changes. The headache stopped, and the tingle started, in my breasts and hips. What now. Why?? Why?? The tingle increased, and I could feel something on my breasts. I looked down, and they seemed bigger. I could feel them swelling. My hips looked bigger in the mirror. The tingle increased. I was helpless. I watched as I became what must be a size 39D breast, with wider hips. Even from a distance, my face seemed different. My features seemed harder, my hair bleached blond, and much longer. My body looked like a caricature of Dolly Parton. The tingling quickly stopped, and they soon returned and removed the gag. "Well. What do you think?" asked Janice when they returned. "What are youall going to do to me" I asked. The voice seemed different, high and squeaky, with a thick southern drawl. "Nothing" was Lisa's reply. "What do youall mean by that" I asked. Same voice and drawl again. "Just that" said Janice. Lisa walked up to me, and looked me straight in the eye with a smile. "Now it is your turn." she said. "Our physician tells me that your medical tests were positive, you are pregnant.!" I gasped! "You see, we did not use your sperm sample for genes, we used it to impregnate you the first night that you were my secretary." she continued. "You are pregnant by yourself. A medical miracle. We never had any intent to return you to being Robert Alder!" Now, I moaned "Oh no!" Lisa continued, "Tomorrow, Monday, the gene shot becomes permanent. You will forever be a big breasted blond bimbo because along with the bigger breasts and hips, the last shot contained genes to give you a high dumb voice, a thick southern accent, and nymphomaniac tendencies, just as we made you a lesbian aerobics instructor." "What will I do?" I screamed. "Funny YOU should say that" Janice replied. "What could I do when you got me pregnant, and then squirmed out of support? Now you get a dose of your own medicine." Lisa then said, "You can at least type, clean rooms, teach aerobics, and be a waitress. We have left those skills in your genes." She then walked up to me with a hypodermic needle, I felt a sharp pain, and I blacked out. EPILOGUE I awoke in an dirty alley in a small side street. I was in a tight, leather mini skirt and tight, low cut tank top, with a small suitcase and purse. I looked in the purse, and saw a drivers license with an Atlanta, Georgia address for Roberta Alder, and $50.00. I got up, straightened my clothes, patted my high hair, and walked slowly out onto the main street. My huge breasts bobbed with the slightest movement, and my large hips swayed as I walked. It seemed to be a hot summer night. I walked slowly past a news stand, and the date on the news paper was Tuesday. The shots were permanent!! As I straightened the dress again, I noticed a three men walking down the street. I felt an intense desire for them. What was the matter with me?? "High guys" I said as I walked down the street past them, I forced by huge breasts out, and made my hips sway even more, and they seemed to follow. I did not know why I was acting this way, as I turned into a small alley, and they came after me. "How about some fun" one of them yelled. I kept on walking. As I passed an open garage, they caught up with me, and one of them grabbed my wrist. They pulled me into the open garage. "How about some fun" I answered, and they smiled. "Yeah" said the largest of the three, as he loosened his belt and dropped his trousers. He grabbed my shoulders, and pushed me to the ground. I needed no further guiding, as I reached for his rigid tool and took it into my mouth. Within seconds, he was reached a climax, and I swallowed his cum, enjoying its salty t