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Party Switch By Diana Kimberly Heche Part I: The Plan Halloween approached and Jamie and I looked forward to it with growing anticipation. It was by far one of the funnest nights of our year as well as being potentially important to our future. Every year, a couple in the city threw a huge Halloween bash filled with the who's who of the town. Jamie had gone to school with the wife's personal secretary and called in a favor to finagle our way onto the list several years ago. Once we got on we were automatically carried over each year. Jamie and I were both "lowly" sole-practitioner lawyers trying to break into a large firm. Every hand we shook at this party could be the key to our future. We were doing okay, but we would never make the mega-money of a partner in a major firm. Many of the city's big name attorneys and potential clients showed up at this gala. As part of our networking strategy, we went every year as Superman and Lois Lane. It was important to us that people who may not have seen us all year remembered who we were when they met us again. The same costumes seemed the easiest way to do it. I had an old Man of Steel costume with foam muscles I had since college and Jamie wore one of her mother's 1940 style dress suits. We looked perfect. Plus, as we found out the first time we put them on, there was an extra benefit. Jamie had had sexual fantasies revolving around Superman for years and became extremely amorous when I was the Man of Steel. I found myself extremely turned on by her as Lois Lane as well. Every Halloween we role played and had some of our most fantastic sex of the year. We were sitting around lazily eating a Saturday morning breakfast when the invitation arrived. I brought it back to the table and tore it open with anticipation. Where was it to be held this year? The Crystal Room of the Downtowner, one of the city's nicest hotels. I handed the invitation to Jamie to look over. She read it for what seemed like eternity, considering it was a mere five lines. A solemn look came over her face. "Brett", she asked me, "how many years have we been going to this party ?" "Six", I responded. "Yes, six years. And how many interviews have we been offered from all of this heavy networking?" "Two. Both for you, actually". "Exactly" she answered, " two. And both of those were from men who hinted they wanted a little more than just my legal expertise, if you know what I mean. In fact, at this party in particular, I get hit on by men promising me nice positions if I cooperate. Some of them do it year after year, not even remembering me, or that they tried this crap last year and the year before ..." I sat silently waiting for Jamie to finish. Was she considering trading sexual favors for employment? That wasn't like her. She continued, "Sometimes I feel like blackmailing them. But men of that power can get things swept under the rug. And besides, what kind of scandal is a drunk man hitting on a nice looking woman going to make anyway? It might be a touch embarrassing, but not blackmail material. I would have to sleep with them and get pictures. And I'm not doing that. First, because it's below me and cheating on you, and two if it doesn't create a stir, I've sullied myself for nothing". Jamie fell back into silence gazing at me thoughtfully for a long while, studying me. "Unless of course ... Listen, Brett. I have a plan. A radical plan. But it's going to take a large commitment on your part. Very large ..." Jamie's logical legal mind worked out the details of the plan quickly even as she explained it to me. "This is all about being able to blackmail our way into the firm of one of the leches that have been trying to use me year after year. I can't create enough scandal to lock us both into a position where we can't be fired. But you can ..." I stopped her, "I can? How?" My mind tried to follow her train of thought, "By what? Acting gay and trapping them in a compromising position? Even if I were willing to do that. They're not gay if they've been hitting on you. And if they were gay, pretending to be straight, then discretion is probably their buzz word. They would be too careful just to pick me up at a party. Wouldn't work." "It would work, if you were a woman". She locked her eyes on mine. "If you were a woman and seduced one of them, then we snapped a photo of one of them in a comproming position while at the same time exposing you as a man ... well I think that's bribe worthy". I laughed, "I think that would be insane-worthy." She continued sternly "Listen, I'm 29 and you're 30. We aren't getting any younger. This is one of our last chances. Let's throw everything at it". She began to weep. I couldn't stand that. "Okay. I'll listen to what you have to say. And I might try it. But I can back out at any time." She nodded and went on to flush out the plan and explain why she thought it would work. I wasn't very large, my features were handsome - make-up could even make them pretty - and I had her to help me all the way. Part II: Brenda It was Wednesday, nearly a full month before the Halloween party, and two weeks after Jamie hatched her plan. I was lying in bed my chest no longer aching as though someone had punched me in my pecs a thousand times. Although the pain was gone, I was still bandaged as a precautionary measure. Underneath these bandages were my .... breasts. Or at least my breast implants. We had called in a favor from a plastic surgeon we saved from a malpractice suit two years ago and had my breasts done against the doctor's great protests. Jamie insisted on this radical step and her reasoning was sound: a large pair of breasts exposed in a low cut top would go a long way towards trapping the womanizing type. I sat up and slowly unwrapped the tight bandages. Because we had insisted on going with such a large size the surgeon insisted I keep them bound for an additional few days. The bandages slid away. My breasts, large, round and extremely pert, fell before me. I immediately cupped them with my hands, massaging them gently. They were more than a handful, that was certain. I was feeling conflicted by the touch of my own hands on my own breasts. I had an tingling sensation in my penis as I felt myself become excited. I continued to massage. Jamie entered the room her eyes wide. This was the first time she had seen them unwrapped. By anyone's standards they were beautiful, and Jamie couldn't help but say so. "They're, magnificent. I have to admit, I'm a little jealous. I may have to get mine done when this is over". She sat down on the bed next to me. First she injected my arm with a shot; female hormones to soften my appearance and to give my tits a soft realistic look. After only two weeks, it was already beginning to work. "It's time for the cream". Jamie rubbed the cream the doctor gave me around my breasts, slowly and lovingly. I could feel myself grow harder. She sensed my excitement and pushed me onto my back. Sucking one of the breasts with her mouth she worked my penis with her hand, going up and down gently until it exploded, wave after wave. We both sat up, a little excited and confused over the sexual ambiguity of what just happened. I had just had my breast sucked by my wife, and I had to admit it felt good. The look in Jamie's eyes as she was working her tongue around my nipple told her side of the story as well. Jamie broke the spell. "Time to go shopping". Jamie ran a hot bath and I soaked for some time. We had taken hair remover to my body and my face every day for two weeks, that combined with the hormones and I was a smooth as a baby. But she was now shaving my pubic hair into a bikini cut as the final touch. I toweled off and Jamie applied a skin lotion to my entire body as she had been doing for two weeks now. She paid special attention to my new breasts rolling them sensuously in her hands. When she was done my skin was very supple and soft. She sat me down on a chair in front of her vanity and gave my face a good look. On the counter an arsenal of make-up was spread before her. She pick up the tweezers and began shaping my eyebrows. "Thin, good." she said. She then applied foundation carefully to my face, blending it into my neck and hair line. It was a light every day make-up that smoothed out the color of my face with out giving it a heavy made-up look. The hair remover made sure my face was never in need of a shave for days at a time, allowing the light touch. Jamie then blended light tan and gold colored eye shadow above my lids before adding the mascara. The feel of the make-up on my face felt a little odd, but I was experiencing many new sensations this week. She took a brush and lightly powdered my cheeks with blush. The she applied the lipstick, a chocolate brown and framed it with a lip pencil. "Good. You look good." She sat admiring her handiwork. I tried to get a look in the mirror and she stopped me. "Just wait till I'm done." She then went to work on my hands, cutting and shaping until I had a very clean manicure. A light pink nail polish was applied. As an afterthought, Jamie slipped a ring over a finger on each hand. "There" she said. She walked away and returned holding a handful of clothes. "Let's see ... hmmmm". She handed me a black pair of cotton-spandex blend tights, a slightly low cut sweater and a pair of flimsy white tennis shoes. I put them on. Combing out the expensive human hair wig she had purchased, she placed it on my head as the final touch. I stood up and looked at myself in the full length mirror on the closet door. It was a shock. With the thinned eyebrows and even toned skin with just a hint of make-up around the eyes, I looked unmistakenly female. The sweater emphasized my frontal curves and fell half way down my ass. The cotton-spandex gripped my butt giving it a rounded full look. I had barely eaten in two weeks and my thinness helped add to the complete illusion. The shoulder length red haired wig fell coquettishly about my face. I instinctively swept the hair behind my ear when it fell in my face. Jamie said simply, "Brett is dead and Brenda has been born". I stood and stared at myself, dressed in these particularly every day clothes. I was unquestionably pretty, even sexy, and it left me with an odd sensation. I could feel my penis tingle. If I were to look this good before we went all out with dress and make-up, then I must be a spectacular woman when I cleaned up. Woman. That was the first time I had thought in that way. Again, I had an odd feeling. ***** We arrived at the mall early, Jamie giving me my final instructions. She had been intensely teaching me the ways of womanhood for two weeks trying to make sure that my male habits and gestures were far behind me. She took my hands and placed them on my breasts. "Squeeze those. Those are breasts. You are a woman. Look in the mirror. Look at that face. You are a woman to everyone who sees you. Understand? You look fine" she assured me. In the mall I could feel people staring at me, but after a bit I noticed it wasn't for the reason I feared. Men glanced at me hungrily, and many women looked me up and down either admiringly or with jealous disdain. Having breasts so much larger than Jamie's, she didn't have a bra for me and my tits bounced enticingly underneath my sweater as I walked. I caught a pair of teenage boys circling around to stare at my chest a second time. As odd as it was to look like a woman, but in some way, it felt good. It felt powerful. Sex was power and I could see these men wanted me sexually. I thought about how beautiful women get what they want when men melt in their hand. I liked that idea, even though it disturbed me on some level. I shook it off, I'm a woman for all practical purposes, so I might as well have fun with it. I added a little sway in my walk as Jamie had shown me. Our first stop was the shoe store. A shoe salesman leaned against the counter and watched us as we came in. He looked at Jamie for just a moment, then looked straight at my tits. He smiled widely and walked up to me. "Hello ladies" he said, never looking at Jamie "may I help you". "Yes," Jamie snapped "She needs some heels". I shot her a glance. Could she be .. .yes she was ... she was a bit jealous. What an strange turn of events. "What kind, ma'am?" "Something high, something strappy, something sexy". Jamie responded He measured my feet for size then scurried off with a smile. Jamie leaned over and spoke in my ear. "Listen, I'm going to look for some things that I am going to need. You haven't been fully voiced coached, so whisper while holding your throat, he'll think you have a throat cold or something. I'll be back." I was momentarily panicked by the thought of being alone in the middle of the mall as a woman, but I calmed my fears. I looked good, and I passed the test coming in. I made myself relax. I told myself again: if I am to be a woman, I am going to have fun with it. The salesman came back and placed a mound of shoe boxes in the chair next to me. As he stood over me, I saw him trying to steal looks down my sweater. I felt powerful and confident again. I decided to have a little fun. I placed my hand over my throat and whispered if he could help me put the shoes on. He smiled and kneeled before me. I slipped my feet out of the sneaker crossing my leg as Jamie showed me. My feet were small for a guys, and I had a good arch. I ha Jamie showed me the way to hold my foot to maximize it's curve as though it were already sitting in a high heel. I had been intensly lotioning and taking care of them, so they were soft and manicured. Looking at them now, I had to admit that I had pretty feet. He took a temporary stocking out and slid it over my foot lingering longer than most women would find acceptable. So when he put the strappy four inch heel on I leaned forward letting him get a complete eyeful of my cleavage. I pushed against my crossed knee to better urge my boobs to the top of my neck line so they were nearly falling out. Despite himself a small bulge appeared in his pants. I whispered for him to put on the other heel. After he put on the stocking I pretended my foot slipped and slid it across his crotch. He shuddered involuntarily as my toes felt his dick harden. I looked around, no one was in the store. I continued to work my toes up and down across his penis until it strained against the material of his pants. "You like this don't you?" I whispered. He nodded. I stroked it a few more times letting my toes push against his hard on as he watched my tits sway back and forth with the rhythm of my foot job. A moment later he stiffened and I could feel him cum in his pants. He looked up embarrassed, but I whispered it was okay and told him he should clean up before someone saw him. What power this is, I thought. He was willing to potentially lose his job just to get a foot job from a good looking girl. As I thought that, a humiliating flush came over me as I realized I had just given another man a foot job. What's happening to me? I was becoming gay. No. I shook it off, telling myself again, I am not a man. I am a woman until after Halloween. And for the plan to work, I must learn to seduce men just like a woman. But even as I told myself this, I only partially believed it. Something deeper was happening. He came back five minutes later, now wearing a buttoned up suit jacket successfully hiding the stain. I bought five pair of heels and waited for Jamie. I thought that number was a bit excessive, but Jamie had insisted that I wear a different pair every day so I could walk a tight rope in them if need be. I had been wearing a cheap ill-fitting pair she brought home two weeks ago, and we had been having walking lessons for a couple of hours every day, so I was no stranger to heels. Jamie reasoned I could walk in those I could walk in anything. I sat back down and waited for her return. Jamie inspected my purchase approvingly. She too held a bag full of items. "What do you have in there?" I asked. "A surprise for later". Upon leaving the shoe store we entered the Fredericks of Hollywood at the opposite end of the mall. The sales girl approached us and asked if we could be helped. "Yes" Jamie replied. "Do you work on commission?" the sales girl nodded. "Well you are going to love us. And oh, Brenda here will be wearing some of the things out of the store if that's okay?" The girl assured us that it would be fine. Jamie had the sales girl guess my size and bring back several corsets, panties, bras and hosiery. Jamie rifled through the hosiery picking several shades of crotchless suspender style. Each leg tapered into a thin strap much like a garter belt connecting to the waist band around the hips. The entire crotch area was exposed. "Put these on first, then the panties. and I'll be in with the corset as soon as I lace it." I went into the dressing room with the black pair of hose. I took off the tights and laid them in the corner. I then rolled the suspender- hose into a ball at my foot and slid them over my leg pointing my toe the way I witnessed Jamie doing it a thousand times. The silky nylon slid over my feet then legs feeling smooth and sensuous as they encased my calf and thigh in nylon. Once again I felt my dick tingle. I stood up and looked at myself. My legs looked shapely and sexy peeking out from underneath the sweater. Without the tights holding it back, my penis fell into sight. I would have to find a something to secure that in the future. For now, pulled it back between my legs and squeezed. With my freshly bikini cut pubic hairs I looked like a woman down below as well. With my penis still tucked I pull the panties up tight. Jamie entered with a waist cincher and a corset. I removed my sweater to put on the underwear. My bouncing tits gave Jamie pause, but she quickly continued. We put on the girdle like cincher first squeezing my waist tight. She then placed the corset over the cincher tightening it so tight I couldn't breathe. It was uncomfortable. Jamie informed me that I would have to keep the double bind of corsete on at all times. It would help me form a waist. She pulled a pair of the high heels out of my bag and had me put them on. "Now take a look" she advised. The look was now incredible. Where I had been good looking before, I was now hot. The corset and cincher combination squeezed my mid section in giving me a curvy waist and hips. The padded push up bra built into the front shoved my already large breasts up and together giving me a massive amount a cleavage. I was Pamela Anderson stacked. The heels threw my chest forward emphasizing this even more, while stretching out my legs and thrusting my ass back making it shapely, even inviting. The heels made my feet look smaller, curved and sexy. I could see in Jamie's eyes that she didn't expect the result to be this good. I could also see, she wasn't sure how she felt about my now being the better looking of the two of us. It took us several hours to finish shopping. I tried on dress after dress and skirt after skirt. All of the things I bought were short and suggestive. All of the blouses, shirts and tank tops I bought could barely hold in my cleavage. We also located an appropriate, but very sexy Lois Lane style suit. We finished up the day by purchasing accessories from sunglasses to purfume to jewelry. Brenda was complete. After leaving the mall we completed the day by putting away all of Brett's things into a storage locker. By eliminating the traces of Brett, Jamie reasoned, Brenda would develop fuller. I had mixed feelings about not being able to be Brett. Between the hormones and these big tits, I could never really be Brett again until they were removed, no matter what I wore. At the same time, I felt an excitement about being Brenda full time. I had to admit to myself again, that I was actually enjoying this. I tried not to analyze what this meant and just left it at that. Part III: The Test Another week had passed and I was now ready for my first real test. Jamie had spent each day training me as hard as any drill sergeant. Many of the mannerisms, inflections and habits of women I had not even been aware of were now second nature me. Knowing all the things I new now, I was amazed things went so well at the mall when I knew nothing. I stood outside of the popular meat market, a club called "Teasers", a place I knew well from my days before Jamie. I smoothed down my skirt and checked my make up one more time. I was confident in my appearance, and knew I would draw plenty of attention. I had chosen a tight short black skirt that sat three inches above the knee, with a pair of 4 inch pumps with black hose - the combination making my legs look impossibly shapely and long. I wore a tight black velvet crush low cut top, helped along with a push up bra that showed every inch of my breasts that was legal. I wore a tight girdle underneath that emphasize my curves. I was hot. I walked through the door showing the bouncer my I.D., the first nervous moment I had since the mall - knowing the I.D. obviously was a fake. He gave it a cursory glance and waived me in, his eyes more concerned with me than what was in his hand. I surveyed the scene as much as the scene surveyed me. I could feel the testosterone and lust in the air. I spotted a 40 something man in a business suit who was checking me out greedily. I went and sat down next to him. I made sure I crossed my shapely long legs and let the high heel pump dangle from the end of my foot sexily. I leaned in such a way that he got an eyeful of my large round tits. He offered to buy me a drink and I accepted. We chatted casually for half an hour. Using all the tricks Jamie taught me, I brushed my tits on his arm, or left a hand on his leg whenever possible. I giggled at his jokes and smiled at him enticingly. Before hand, Jamie and I decided that I would just go in and see how men responded to me, maybe lead one on, and come home. But I was feeling that power surge through me again. It was intoxicating. I had been sitting here for half an hour and had three drinks that this man beside wouldn't let me pay no matter how I insisted. I was flush with my womanhood. It was time to veer from the program. I placed my hand in his lap allowing it to brush against his package and leaned over whispering in his ear. "Listen, I like you. And I would love to take you home, but my" I hesitated as I almost blew it " ...my .... boyfriend wouldn't like it. But I have an idea. Follow me". I took him by the hand and lead him out of Teasers to a parking garage nearby. Slipping through another narrow alley way we came to a small room that could easily be broken into by just jiggling the handle hard. It was the control room for the parking garage. The secret make out room I used to call it. Before he had a chance to think I grabbed his head and pressed it into my tits with both hands. I quickly undid his belt buckle grabbing his penis in my hand. I worked it up and down expertly. He was instantly hard. I shoved his pants to the ground and fell to my knees taking his penis in my mouth. I had never sucked dick before and it was an odd sensation. Odd.... but good. His penis grew even harder in my mouth as I lick his shaft. I fought back a gag as I shoved his penis deep into my throat. I looked up at him and commanded "Now fuck me in the mouth". I grabbed his ass cheeks and shoved him toward me as his dick pounded away at my wet hole, fucking me in the mouth. I slid my finger in his asshole and worked it in and out as he pumped away. He moaned with delight. I felt him stiffen and I stopped. "No, no, wait" I told him. I reached into my purse and produce a tube of gel. "Fuck me." I whispered breathlessly. My penis was secured between my legs tightly with a rubber pussy so there was no chance of it falling loose. At the same time, one touch would tell him there was something wrong. In my new womanly sexual fever, I had thrown caution to the wind. I turned my back to him spread eagle. "I'm having my period, please stay away from there. Fuck me in the ass instead". I hiked up my skirt and rolled my panties half way down my ass, exposing my virgin ass hole through my suspender hosiery. I put one hand between my legs pretending to finger myself but actually protecting my pussy from his wandering hand. "Be gentle, I'm a virgin there". His lubed finger worked in and out of my ass. He then tried two, working slowly and confidently. I moaned in pleasure-pain. I could feel myself try to harden in my rubber protective pussy. He put the tip of his dick inside my ass and worked it back and forth slowly. I felt my sphincter relax. He then shoved in deeper. "Grab my tits" I commanded. He placed both hands around my melon like breasts as he pumped away at my ass. Hands on tits don't wander, I thought to myself. I slammed my ass back to meet his every pump. God this felt good. He stiffened and exploded, wave after wave of warm sperm cascaded into my asshole. I turned around licking him clean. I then deeply french kissed him making him taste his own sperm. We returned to the bar for one more drink before I made my apologies to leave. He gave me his card and told me he would love to see me again. I kissed him again and left. On the drive home I contemplated what had just happened. Somewhere in the few weeks since Jamie and I hatched the plan, I went from a reluctant participant to a sexually active woman. With all of the training, and the way I looked, I didn't see it as a gay act now. I saw it as a woman getting what she wants ... what she deserves. I cleaned up my make-up before returning to Jamie at home. She sat on the couch and eyed me strangely. "Well how did it go?" she asked. "It went well. I found some guy who was attracted to me and bought me drinks. Everyone thinks I'm a woman in every way. Hell, I think I am a woman in every way" I laughed, I meant it as a joke. Jamie didn't find it funny. "I bet you do," she said almost icily, "I'll bet you do". I didn't understand what was happening here, but didn't want to deal with it. I feigned tiredness and retreated to bed, aglow in my new sexual womanhood. Part IV: Anger Halloween finally arrived and by this time I was certain that the plan would work. I had gone out on several "tests" since my first encounter at Teasers. Each time I easily seduced a man with my curvaceous body and brought him to a moaning explosive orgasm either between my expert lips or the tightness of my hole. It was never supposed to be part of the plan, but I loved it. I was being given gifts and had more attention lavished on me than at any point that I was Brett. As we prepared for the party I took special care. I soaked long in the bathtub, lotioning my body well afterward. I carefully applied my make-up making sure it was perfect. I picked out the suntan hose. I took enjoyment in the feel of the hosiery sliding up my legs as I slipped it on. I ran my legs over the nylon encased smoothness of my shapely calf and thigh. I had worn an extremely tight corset continuously for weeks. My body had altered into somewhat of a natural hour glass figure. A simple cincher now held me in place. I stepped into the short brown tweed skirt of the Lois Lane costume and fastened the suit jacket. I chose a padded Wonderbra, making my already voluminous cleavage enormous. The extra short mini barely peaked from underneath making me appear to be all legs. The browns of my outfit accented my red mane, combed and hair sprayed so not a hair was out of place. I slid my feet into a pair of brown alligator four inch heels. Lastly, I pre-lubed my ass in anticipation of a night of hot sex. I sat down at the vanity and sipped a glass of wine as Jamie got ready. She entered the room and I was startled. In the muscle padding of the Superman costume her normally athletic volleyball player physique looked completely masculine. She had never been large breasted, so with them strapped down under the suit, they added to the illusion muscular pectorals. She had cut her hair some days back, but now with swept it back with gel and with only the trademark Superman lock of hair that fell across her forehead, it looked truly man like. She had darkened the areas of her face around her chin and lip making it look as though she didn't quite shave close enough. She wore a small strap-on dildo to give her pouch a realistic look. I was stunned. She looked absolutely like a man. And for a moment I realized how she must have felt the first time she saw Brenda. In the glow of my womanhood, I had never considered the second part of this equation, that she would be going as a man. I just assumed she would look like a girl in a Superman costume. There was an odd fire in her eye. She approached me quickly and shoved against me, pressing me against the wall. I could feel her strap-on pressed against me like a hard on. She reached inside of my jacket and squeezed my breast. "You look good". Her voice was deep, raspy and masculine. She had been screaming for days to get it this way. "I followed you on your nights out you know" she said evenly. Her opposite hand ran up my leg and under my skirt. "I watched you cheat on me with .... men". She popped open my jacket and grabbed both my tits. "But now I know why you had to know what is was like to be a woman... because now I have to know what it's like to be a man". Suddenly she grab my hips and spun me around pushing me against the vanity. It was easy for her to do with my being on four inch heels. She yanked up my skirt and pulled down my panties. With her other hand she whipped down her tights. Before I could regain my balance I felt the dildo pushing into my not ready ass hole. I winced. "Let me relax, let me relax" I begged. She did, and worked it in more slowly. I braced myself with my arms. I was now bent over the vanity. Jamie felt my sphincter relax and she slammed away at my ass. She was repeating. "You want a man. Here's a man. You want to get fucked. Well you're getting fucked". I pushed back with her thrust to get the full length of the dildo up my ass. I wasn't sure whether she was attempting to punish me in some way or not, but I was enjoying the feel of the dildo sliding in and out of my ass. "Grab my boobs" I told her. She reached around, placing my tits in her hands. "That's right," I told her, "now fuck me good fuck me good". Jamie's breathing sharpened and she squeezed my boobs so hard it hurt. She was slamming away at my ass. I looked in the mirror at the look in her eyes. She was loving it. Going back to the role playing we did every year in these costumes, I began to repeat "Oh fuck me Superman, oh fuck me. Do me Man of Steel, do me". "Take it Lois," she was almost yelling, "Take the rod of steel." Jamie eyes widened and she bit her lip, her body shook with orgasm. She pulled the strap on out of my ass. I turned around and took the dildo in my mouth, sucking it. I took one hand and worked it in and out of her pussy with the other going into her ass. Jamie looked down at this beautiful woman sucking her "dick" and shook with orgasm again. I stood up and kissed her deeply. "I'm sorry I cheated on you". I said, "It's just that ... it's hard to explain .." " No, no, it's okay. I was hurt, and a little jealous that you look so good, get all the attention. But I think I understand now. I turned you into a woman, physically, mentally, asked you to seduce men, and then become upset that you ... you .... well ... were a woman. When I was ... fucking you as a man ... I began to understand the allure of being the opposite sex." Jamie paused and locked eyes with me "There's something I have to tell you. I've done something bad ...." I shushed her. We could talk about it later. We held each other and kissed deeply. "Now let's go do what all of this was for in the first place" I said. Part V: Devil's Work We arrived at the Downtowner hotel early hauling our bags of equipment. We checked into a large two bathroom suite and immediately went to work setting up. In two corners we set up motion sensitive video cameras. We inspected our set up "This better work" Jamie said, "Between the price of your surgery, hormones, taking almost two months off from the practice and all this high tech equipment we're going to be flat broke" I called room service for a bottle of wine. We cracked it and drank, waiting for the party to start in two hours. I made a toast, "Here's to Superman and Lois Lane winning over the forces of evil." ***** We wandered about the party for nearly a full three hours before opportunity struck. I was moving about mostly by myself to look more available. I had been hit on an endless number of times by men who I found myself actually willing to go to bed with, but none who would further our cause. Jamie circled close by waiting for me to signal that I had found someone. I walked to the bar to freshen my drink when opportunity struck. Facing the bar I felt a hand pat me on my ass. I turned around to find myself face to face with Max P. Folderman, the senior managing partner of Kremaer, Howe & Folderman. Folderman was an arch conservative considering a mayoral run on the "downtown sleaze issue". But from Jamie's experiences at past parties, he was the sleaze issue. No one could be more perfect. His costume was somewhat appropriately the devil. I gave him my most winning smile and moved closer so my tits lightly rubbed his jacket. His eyes took in my breasts popping out of my jacket. "What are you supposed to be?" he asked, "You don't look like you're in too much of a costume. Although you do look good". I giggled and answered. "I'm Lois Lane. My ... borther over there is Superman. And believe me, there a lot more to this costume that you would ever believe". I laughed as I saw he took the remark to mean that I was quite a woman underneath these clothes. I pushed all the way against him reaching around for his devil's tail. I could feel him harden. I held up his tail and told him in my most coquettish voice "My, my what a long tail you have. But I guess that goes with the devilish handsomeness of someone like you ... um ... I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name". I pretended not to know who he was. "Just call me Mephistopheles". "Oooh." I cooed. "How grandiose". I leaned in and whispered "Feel like taking a soul tonight? In room 1457 perhaps?" I took a room key and shoved it in his front pocket, being sure to rub his dick with my hand until I felt him go hard. He looked around to see if anyone saw. "Oh don't worry, I plan to fuck your brains out and have you back before any one misses you". I could smell his lust" Give me fifteen minutes", he asked. I winked a yes. I gave Jamie the high sign and she cut off the conversation she was in and abruptly left the room. I followed and we met up in the suite. Jamie wordlessly hid in the suite's second bathroom and locked the door. I quickly stripped down to my bra, panties, stockings and put on a pair of 5 inch pumps. I dimmed the lights sat on the bed and waited. Folderman slipped into the room cautiously. He saw me and lust fired his eyes. I quickly pushed him to the bed and locked him in a long french kiss. I slid down his body, rubbing my large melons on his dick. A tent formed in his pants. I removed his pants and licked the outside of his penis lovingly. He grew to full length and I took his dick in my mouth and began to work it up and down. My dick was starting to tingle. I had to be careful, because tonight it wasn't hidden underneath the rubber pussy. In the past few weeks I had sucked a lot of dick and had become an expert, and it was easy to tell that with this devil I had on my bed now. His hips raised achingly with every stroke of my mouth. I was enjoying the taste of penis in my mouth. I shoved my mouth down rolling his balls in my fingers. He exploded in my mouth. "You're the best" he cried out in joy. Now it was time to enact the plan. "You can have me forever. I will be your sex slave if you want. Do you want that?" He nodded vigorously. "Just let me have one night of fun with you, doing what I want, and I'm yours to do what you want forever. Does that sound fair." I knew from the explosion of cum he shot down the back of my throat what the answer was. "Yes, yes" he moaned. I rolled him over onto his stomach and began rubbing his ass standing at the foot of the bed. He turned to look, "Oh don't look lover. I have a surprise". I quickly stepped out of my panties allowing my penis to fall into plain view of the cameras. Freed from between my legs it sprang to hard life. Rubbing Folder with one hand I slowly jacked off with the other. I pushed him spread eagle dropping to my knees at the foot of the bed. He tried to turn around again. "Trust me" I whispered. I slid onto the bed rubbing my massive tits against his ass. My ass was in the air allowing the camera again to take in the entire scene including my stiff dick. I moved my head down to his ass and stuck my tongue in his hole. He squirmed. "Relax it will feel good". I moved my head up and down tongue fucking him. Lubing my hand I then I slid my finger in his hole and gently worked it. I reached around and beat him off at the same time. He was relaxed and enjoying the ride. I slowly worked a second finger gently, he rocked a bit, in spite of himself he felt good. I pulled out a life like looking dildo and showed it to him. "This next" He shook his head "Hell no!" I pushed my tits against his back, "These tits, legs, mouth and pussy will be yours anytime you beckon". I had already pushed the dildo into his ass a bit, lovingly moving itin and out. "All you have to do is relax and let me have my last night of fun for myself" His ass raised a bit as the dildo went in. I could tell he was enjoying it, but refused to admit it. I dropped the life like dildo silently to the floor. "Now let me put this dildo between my legs so I can put my tits on your back". I took my dick and slid it in his lubed ready ass, "Feels real doesn't it" I couldn't help but say. I pumped away at his ass, he moaned appreciatively. I pulled all the way back so the videos got it all. My breasts, now slippery with perspiration, slid around his back. The feel made him hard. I pulled him onto his knees and continued to fuck his ass as I reached around to jerk him off. Jamie stepped out of the bathroom and quietly snapped stills. Folder was never aware of her presence or the realness of the dildo sliding in and out of his ass. As I pumped away, I couldn't help it. I reared back and slammed one more time exploding into his ass. He pushed away angrily "What the fuck!" The lights came on. Jamie stood with the camera in her hands. I stood up and spoke. "That's right Folder, and yes I know who you are. I'm a man. And that's a camera in her hands. And we captured your having sex with me. In fact, we captured me fucking you. Won't get to the mayor's office that way. Hell, won't be able to keep your big firm clients that way either. " Jamie continued, "But there is a way out of this that won't be too painful, and it won't cost you a cent". Part VI: Brenda's Deal I stared out of the front window and watched the snow fall to ground. It was mid-November and I was thinking about how to spend my Thanksgiving next week. Life had changed radically in the three weeks since that Halloween party. Jamie had gone to work at a law firm run by Max Folder's brother. She was given a good work load almost immediately and was already well respected by her colleagues. She would do just fine. I would miss her. Three days after Halloween I was scheduled to go back under the knife to remove my breast implants and bring Brett back to life. I balked. I decided that life as Brenda was too good and I had changed too fundamentally to turn back. I was a beautiful woman and did not want to give that up. Jamie admitted that I created too many conflicting emotions in her. She was jealous of my appearance. She was hurt by my cheating - even with her standing in the bathroom six feet away on that Halloween night, I went beyond the plan and had to have sex. She was still attracted to me, but that confused her further. She could forgive me, and forget about Brenda if she went away and I went back to Brett. But when it came time to choose between Brenda and Jamie, I chose Brenda. But it wasn't happy ever after at this point either. This choice presented further problems. Tricky ones. On paper, Brenda did not exist. Brenda does not have an American Bar Association number, so Brenda could not practice law. Changing my name to Brenda legally would shine more light on them than any law firm would want. Even Max Folder's blackmailed backing could fix that. So I went back to Max and told him my side of the bargain had changed. We both knew we had each other over a barrel this time. It was going to have to be give and take. And in the end, I ended up giving Folder what I had promised him that Halloween night. Me. I am a kept woman. I have an apartment and a trust fund that will keep me well off for life in case something happens to Max. He gives me an allowance. My single obligation is I pleasure him when he is ready. To be as successful as he is, he works like a madman night and day, so my obligation is not too taxing. And besides, I love to see the feeling he gets when I show him how right he was about my being a sexual dynamo. All in all, life is pretty good. The end. If you like this work, or think I should write more stories please let me know: [email protected] Thanks