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WYATT'S FATE by J R D Trisha Colton ran into the office of Emily Drasberg, ignoring the protests of the secretary who tried unsuccessfully to interpose herself between Trisha and the office door. Trisha stopped cold when she saw Emily. The woman was fantastic! A platinum blonde bombshell with breasts that could've been on a centerfold in one of those "Juggs" type magazines. They must've been an F cup at least. Trisha had always been predominately attracted to men, but this woman was so beautiful that even her pussy was getting wet with just the sight of her. Trisha stood there stunned as the secretary, a beautiful brunette, slipped in behind her, saying, "I'm sorry, miss Drasberg. She charged past me before I could stop her." "That's okay, Lana. I'll handle it." After the secretary left, Emily asked, "What can I do for you, miss Colton?" Trisha realized she was still standing there stunned. She was about to say something when a sudden realization came to her. "You... know who I am?" Emily smiled. "You are the ex-wife to one Wyatt Colton, a recent hire of Drasberg's." Trisha shook her head. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Do you know what kind of scum my ex is?" "He's been playing around on you practically since the day you two got home from the honeymoon. He's steadfastly refused to help you get pregnant, and when you did get pregnant three months ago, he left you, but only after using a series of legal tricks to keep what should've been joint property out of your hands entirely." Trisha was stunned that this woman knew so much about her. "And you still hired him?" Emily came out from behind the desk and said, "It was for those reasons that we hired him." Trisha was mystified. Emily took her by the hand and said, "Come with me." Emily took her on a short tour of the building, then took her down to Emily's limo waiting for them in the garage. Emily offered her a drink and when Trisha was sipping on the white wine, she asked, "Miss Drasberg, where are we going?" "To a lab across town." "Why?" "Miss Colton, what do you know about nanotechnology?" "What everybody knows, I guess. They're little micromachines that can be used to accelerate the recovery process for major surgery. They're of limited effectiveness due to the limited memory capacity of the nanites." "That's public nanites." Emily leaned over conspiratorially and said, "What if I were to tell you that Drasberg's has access to advanced versions of the nanites that are capable of causing widespread, radical changes to the body in relatively short periods of time?" "First, I'd want proof, then I'd have to ask why are you telling me this?" "I believe you've had cause to work with plastic surgeons in the past?" "Yes, I have. As an office assistant to a psychiatrist who specializes in treating transsexuals, I have dealt with more than a few." Emily shocked Trisha by suddenly removing her jacket, blouse, and bra. She then said, "Miss Colton, would you say that these are natural or the result of plastic surgery?" Trisha seemed hesitant at first, but eventually reached out and fondled the prodigious bosom of the lady executive, looking for the telltale signs of implants. Eventually, she said, "If you have implants I can't find any evidence of them. But so what? Natural breasts as large as yours are unusual but not unheard of." "But are natural breasts this large ever found on someone who also has this?" Emily lifted her skirt. Trisha looked, and saw, encased in panties, the clear sign of a rather large dick. Trisha reached out, and, forgetting her manners, touched Emily's dick. She felt it a bit, getting a moan from Emily. Trisha blushed, but judging by the speed that Emily's dick got hard under her light touch, Trisha would've been hard pressed to say that this was the dick of a transsexual. But Trisha looked at the rest of Emily. If you knew what to look for, there were things that betrayed a transsexual as being a once male. Nothing that couldn't be fixed with enough money and the right doctor (and if anyone had enough money and access to the right doctors, it'd be Emily Drasberg), but usually those things had to be combined with a proper hormone regimen which tended to render the penis less functional, and, at times, even sterile. Trisha supposed that it was possible that Emily had gone the normal route and had just managed to luck out in response to the hormones and expertise of the doctors she went to. But she was beginning to think it was possible that Emily had access to some advanced technology that gave her a body as fantastically beautiful and female as the one she had while allowing her to retain full male functionality. "Okay," Trisha said, "I'm willing to believe your body is the result of nanites, but why tell me about it? What does this have to do with my ex?" Emily sat back. "Miss Colton, eight months ago, your husband formed a sexual relationship with an employee of Drasberg's. To her credit, she had no idea that he was married. He used and exploited both her and her girlfriend, and when she refused to rearrange her life to suit his desires, he dropped her. Now usually we only use the nanites to make people's lives better, but occasionally, we find a man like your husband who is just begging for punishment. So we hired him to do just that." "What are your plans for him?" Emily smiled. "You'll see when we get to the lab. Would you turn away?" "Why?" "I'm afraid my body is very excitable, and right now I have a hard on like you wouldn't believe. Normally I'd wait until we got to the lab and use the restroom, but I'm afraid your soft hands have gotten me too hot." "You seem rather... honest about this." "The advantages of being rich, miss Colton. You can be blunt and most people excuse you. If you feel too uncomfortable I think I can hold off, but I am in a bit of discomfort." Trisha moved over and sat beside Emily. She slid her hand under Emily's skirt and rubbed the she-male's dick through her panties. "If you wouldn't mind, I got you this hot, so I should finish the job." Emily said, "You don't have to do this," but made no move to stop the younger woman. "I know. But I want to." Trisha fondled Emily through her panties. After a bit, she reached under the elastic and pulled Emily's panties from around her dick. Trisha took Emily's hard dick in hand and stroked it for a while. She and Emily kissed and Trisha went to her knees before the executive. Emily moved her hands up and took her breasts in hand and massaged them as Trisha gently licked and sucked her dick. It was only a little while before she was bucking wildly and spraying into Trisha's mouth. When she finished, Trisha climbed up beside her and they embraced. They pulled up in front of a clinic, and Emily hastily got dressed. They got out of the limo and went inside. Emily escorted her to an office where another beautiful, big breasted woman sat in front of a computer terminal that sat under a large window, looking into a room which held an M.R.I. machine. The machine was running with someone inside it. "Ms. Trisha Colton, may I introduce Lisa Adams? Lisa, this is the spurned wife." Lisa said, "Pleased to meet you, Ms. Colton." "Same here. So why did you bring me here?" Emily said, "Surely you know your husband?" and pointed into the room. Trisha looked into the room. The fact of the matter was, in a hospital gown and with only his legs visible, Wyatt looked like any other nondescript patient. "Why are you giving him an M.R.I.?" "The M.R.I. is part of a comprehensive physical we're giving your husband. At least that's what we've told him. The real reason is because combined with the M.R.I. is a Transmental Implantation Device." Trisha was shocked and amazed. As the office assistant to a fairly experienced as well as fairly successful psychiatrist, she knew about Mental Implantation Devices, a device that could be used to implant learned behaviors into a willing subject. In her experience it had been used to give skills like make-up application and feminine deportment to transsexuals who had not had the benefit of growing up and learning through the normal methods. She had also heard rumors of the Transmental version, a device that could actually implant regardless of the willingness of the subject. It was basically a super-hypnotizer. "What are you going to do to him?" Emily handed her a clipboard with some papers on it. "This is the program he'll be undergoing as well as the body we'll be changing him into." Trisha looked over the sheets. "Why the urge to eat more fatty meats?" "The nanites need fats and protein as fuel and building materials, just like our own bodies do. Increasing his intake will speed the transformation." As Trisha looked over the papers, Lisa asked, "Any suggestions for other changes?" She looked at the body her husband was soon to own. She looked up at Lisa and asked, "Can you get him pregnant?" "Not that I'm aware of." Emily said, "Actually, there just might be something that can be done. Top secret, though, so I can't discuss it till we're ready to use it." "That's good enough for me." ************ Wyatt walked into the secretarial pool. A month ago, he would've refused this job outright, but that was before his vindictive bitch of a wife had blackballed him from every decent job he wanted and needed. Since he had liquidated and moved most of his property out of the country to keep her hands off it, he had been nearly broke. And he couldn't get his property without her lawyers finding it. So he had to take this menial job until the heat died down. He walked into his new office where dozens of other people, both men and women worked. He stepped up to the first desk and asked the man there, "I'm a new hire, where do I go to work?" "Has the boss oriented you?" "No." "Don't worry. It's just where she takes you around to all the places you have to know to work effectively. And Lisa is a real pussycat, at least as long as you get all your work done." "Okay, where is she?" The man pointed to a door and said, "Office right over there." Wyatt thanked him and went over to the office. He told the executive secretary working there who he was and she announced him over the intercom. Then she told him to go right in. He walked right in and was shocked to see who his new boss was. Lisa, the girl he had so unceremoniously dumped eight months ago just because she wouldn't make herself available on his schedule. He gulped, wondering how she'd react to his presence. But when she looked up at him it was only with a bright smile. "Wyatt! Long time no see! Imagine you coming to work here for me." She gave him a mock frown. "You know, I was very disappointed when you just dumped me without even calling. Naughty, naughty boy." Her smile returned. "Ah, well. Let's let bygones be bygones." "You don't seem too upset about what I did." "Oh, I admit if I'd've gotten you into my clutches in the couple weeks after you'd dumped me, I would've made your life a living hell. But now I've got a good job, a great boyfriend, a great girlfriend. It's just not worth the effort to worry about you." "Okay." Wyatt was relieved to hear that she wasn't mad at him, but he had also been strangely disappointed when he heard that she had a new boyfriend,and he wondered why. She was just another skirt, wasn't she? Even with being his boss. But as she escorted him through the building, he couldn't help but remember their sexual encounters together. After she brought him back to the pool, he excused himself and went to the bathroom and jacked off, visualizing fucking Lisa in the ass. The rest of the day went normally, except he kept seeing Lisa's dick in his mind. And when he did, his mouth watered to taste it. That night, he dreamed of having wild sex with Lisa. Over the next week, he was unable to keep his mind on his job. And it really hit home on Saturday. That day, Lisa was scrambling to get all her work done and he asked one of his co-workers why. He was devastated when the man told her that Lisa's boyfriend was the star quarterback for the Denver Broncos and she flew to wherever the game was being played to spend the weekend with him. He spent his weekend tied up in knots, wishing it could be him with Lisa. When he went into work next Tuesday, Lisa called him into the office. "Wyatt, is there something wrong?" "Wrong? Why would you say that?" "Because your work isn't up to par. You scored far higher on the tests we had you take then your work is showing. I'd hate to think we'll have to let you go so soon." "It's just..." Wyatt hadn't wanted to say anything about his obsession, but found himself blurting out, "Oh, god, I want to fuck you." "I... see. I'm glad you brought this to my attention. I'll arrange to have you transferred to another supervisor right away." "No! Please. It won't help. I know you'll still be in the building." Lisa seemed to consider it. "Are you willing to travel? I could have you transferred to another state." "Please. If I could have sex with you, I'm sure I could keep my mind on my job." "Wyatt, I told you. I have a boyfriend." "But you have sex with another girl. Can't you have sex with another guy?" Lisa considered it. "There might be a way... Naw, you'd never go for it. Better to just transfer you." "No, please. I'll do anything." "Anything?" "Anything." "Okay, I'll explain and leave it up to you. My girlfriend works in another part of the building and although we try to get together for lunch, it doesn't always happen, so my dick gets a little anxious for a tight hole to jump into." "I could give you all the blowjobs you want." "Wyatt, you have a nice mouth, but it's not all that tight." "Oh, you want to..." "Fuck you. See, I knew you wouldn't go for it. I'll arrange for your transfer." "No, I didn't say that. It's just... The idea takes some getting used to." "Well, I'll tell you what. I'll let you think about it all day and if you decide you are willing to get fucked, then at the end of the day, come in here, drop your pants, and get up on my couch on your hands and knees." "Uh, okay. But will I ever get to fuck you again?" "If you're a good lay, and make an honest effort to please me whenever I want it, then Fridays at lunch I'll let you fuck me." Wyatt left the office and tried to do his job, but the more he thought about Lisa's offer, the harder his erection got. He had to go to the bathroom three times that day to masturbate, but it barely helped. And when five o'clock rolled around and everybody left, he returned to Lisa's office, dropped his pants and climbed up on the couch. Lisa got up behind him and slid her finger into his anus. Wyatt thought he'd hate it, but from the second her finger penetrated his sphincter, he felt a wave of pleasure shoot through his body. She wiggled her finger inside him and he nearly lost it. But when she pushed her dick inside of him, he did orgasm, spraying his load on her couch. She ignored his orgasm and proceeded to fuck him until she came in his ass. Wyatt felt that would be it, but she just kept pumping. As he neared a second orgasm, she slowed down and asked, "Do you remember what you said about who gets fucked?" Wyatt whimpered, "Yes." "What was it?" Wyatt gulped and said, "Only bitches get fucked." "I guess this makes you my bitch. Do you want to be my bitch?" Wyatt whimpered. "Well?" Wyatt whispered, "Yes." "I can't hear you." "Yes!" Lisa picked up the pace and fucked Wyatt passionately until they both came. After they were finished, and he had pulled his pants back up, she said, "Wyatt, just to make it clear, this is only about sex. Don't expect any special favors." To which, Wyatt could only nod. That week, practically every lunch and after work, Lisa called him into her office and fucked him up the ass. That Friday, she allowed him to fuck her up the ass as she promised. But it was when he went home that night, that he was really shocked. He was stripping down for his shower when he noticed the area around his nipples was swollen and rounded. He looked in the mirror and it looked like he had small breasts. He wanted to deny it, and refused to even touch or look at his chest that night. The next day Lisa was too busy with getting ready to go to see her boyfriend to be concerned with him. Thankfully, it turned out. It seemed that overnight, his chest had become extremely sensitive and his shirt rubbed it in all the wrong ways. When he got home that night, he stripped off his shirt and was once more confronted with his... tits. He spent the entire weekend topless, trying to ignore his bosom. But on Tuesday morning, when he put on his shirt, he could ignore it no longer. Wyatt had always preferred tight shirts, and couldn't even get his shirt buttoned around his new chest. When he looked in the mirror, his new bosom seemed even larger than Friday night. He desperately looked in his closet for something to wear to work. In the back of the closet he found a blouse of Trisha's hanging on a hanger. He had thought she had taken all her clothes with her when she moved out, but he supposed she could've missed one. Thankfully, the blouse was one of her more unisex styles that she liked rather than the frilly, feminine types he had preferred her to wear. He quickly put the blouse on. At first, he had a little trouble with the buttons on the opposite side, but quickly got the hang of it. When he looked in the mirror, he was shocked that the form-fitting blouse wrapped around his tits in a suggestive way. But he managed to hide his new chest by slouching and pushing his shoulders forward. Another benefit of the blouse was that the softer fabric, when it did brush his nipples, wasn't as irritating as his own shirts. He went into work that day and tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, but around 10 Lisa called him into the office. She had a bright smile on her face, and as soon as he closed the door, she said, "Oh, Wyatt, I love it!" "Love what?" She gave him a slightly disapproving look. "Testing me? The blouse, of course. Here I was concerned about your accepting being my bitch, and you come into the office in a blouse to prove me wrong." "I... wasn't sure you'd notice." "With all the buttons on the wrong side? A woman notices these things, Wyatt." "A woman? You don't suppose the other secretaries noticed?" "A few might've." Wyatt was crestfallen. "Oh, don't worry. As long as you're doing your work, no one cares. But let me get a good look at you. Stand up tall." "I... I'm not..." "Not real confident of how you'll look? Don't worry, it's just us. Now stand up real tall." Wyatt tried to think of a way to get around it, but finally just stood up tall. When the blouse fell around his new appendages, Lisa got a concerned look on her face and said, "I've heard stories but I never thought..." Wyatt grew very afraid. "What? What is it?!" Lisa clammed up and said, "I don't want to worry you if I'm wrong. Let's go up to the medical floor." Wyatt couldn't help but be scared as Lisa took him in hand and led him up to one of the upper levels where some of Drasberg's top doctors had offices and examining rooms. She took him right to an office that read "Dr. Carter, Psychobiologist." They went inside and Lisa talked to the receptionist privately for a few seconds, then brought him into a exam room to wait. Wyatt sat on the table, hunched over, trying to hide his chest from the world. After about fifteen minutes, a doctor, a handsome Negro who looked barely out of Residency, came in. "Good day, Miss Adams, Mister," he looked at his chart, "Colton. Now, since you're the patient, mister Colton, would you rather this exam be alone or do you wish for miss Adams to remain?" "What are we going to be doing?" "I will be stripping you naked and giving you an exam." "I guess..." He looked to Lisa and said, "I'd rather be alone, then." Lisa said, "That's okay. I understand," kissed him on the cheek, and left. After she was gone, the doctor said, "Okay, remove your clothes." When Wyatt seemed hesitant, he said, "I have been informed as to your body's... changes. That, after all, is why we're here." Wyatt removed his clothes and sat on the exam table. The doctor gave him a quick physical exam, then started to probe his breasts. Wyatt was embarrassed when his cock almost instantly sprang to attention. Thankfully, the doctor was professional enough not to mention it. After the exam, the doctor said, "I want you to go to the clinic at the end of the hall and get a total work-up. Like you did before you started work. Since you'll be using the company clinic and all they do is stuff for company doctors, they'll be able to process work as they do the tests. Hopefully, by the end of the day, we'll have a preliminary diagnosis." "Okay. Doctor, what exactly is a psychobiologist?" "For a long time doctors have known that if the mind can be properly oriented towards healing the body, miraculous results can be achieved. A psychobiologist is a doctor who specializes in the effects a mind generates on the body." Wyatt barely understood the doctor's explanation, but thanked him and went down to the clinic. That day he went through another battery of tests just like he did a week and a half ago. When he was finished, he returned to the doctor's office and sat in front of the man's desk. The doctor came in and sat down. "Okay, I think we have enough for a preliminary diagnosis. We're still waiting for a few tests, but unless something really anomalous shows up, I think I know what's wrong." "What is it? What's on my tests?" "Nothing. That's why I'm so sure." "So what's causing this?" He waved at his chest. "It's called P.C.R. It stands for Psychosomatic Corporeal Readjustment." "Psychosomatic? Are you saying this..." he grabbed his tits, "these are all in my head?!" "Mister Colton, calm yourself. The fact of the matter is, a psychosomatic illness is not, as common thought would believe, an imaginary illness. It is an illness caused by your mind. It doesn't mean that the illness is any less real than one caused by external factors." "So what is this psychosomatic..." "Corporeal Readjustment. It's a very rare condition where the mind thinks that a radical change to the body is necessary for the organism's continued health or well being, and then goes about changing the body." "So why is my body changing like this?" "That's the crux of the matter. Determining the original reason your subconscious became convinced that you needed to become a woman will be crucial to fixing the problem." "Becoming a woman? Just because I'm growing tits?" "Not just because you're growing "tits". Your bodily dimensions have changed. It's just that the chest growth is the most noticeable." "What do you mean?" "Comparing your current stats to those we got from your last exam, you've gone through a few changes. Your waist has shrunk from 34 to 33 inches, and your hips have grown from 33 to 34. Another thing is that the follicles on your face are now dead; you have no facial hair." Wyatt thought about it and realized that he had been so distracted by his chest that he hadn't even realized he hadn't been shaving for almost a week now. "Also, the construction of your hair has changed, as well as it's melanin content." "What does that mean? The hair part I mean." "Your hair has changed from an ellipse to a circle, which means it'll wind up becoming softer. The melanin content, which is what determines hair color, has also changed radically. Right now your hair is a medium brown. But soon you will be a light blonde." "But," Wyatt said, lifting his arm, "I don't look any different." "Not yet. But hair, at least the stuff above the skin, is dead, and its color is set. But as your hair grows in it's new color will be light blonde. Let me show you." The doctor reached into his desk and pulled out a magnifying glass. He handed it to Wyatt. "Take a close look at the hair on your arm." Wyatt took a close look at his arm and sure enough, a small section of his hair really close to the skin was light blonde. The doctor, trying to lighten the mood, said, "Unless you dye it all to match your new color, you'll be the only person I know with dark hair and light roots." Ignoring the jest, Wyatt said, "But how do we stop this?" "As I said, we need to find out why you decided to become a woman." "I never!" "Well, your subconscious did. At any point did someone you care about or respect suggest that you would be better off if you were more womanly?" Scenes of Wyatt's first experience getting fucked flashed through his head. "Uh, no." "Hmm, maybe your boss recalls something you don't." Before Wyatt could protest, the doctor pressed the intercom button. "Miss Lewis, would you send Miss Adams in?" In a few seconds, Lisa walked in and sat beside Wyatt. After the doctor explained the situation, Lisa said, "Oh, Wyatt, I'm so sorry. If I'd've known," and hugged him. The doctor said, "From this I assume you know what happened?" Lisa started, "A week ago-" But Wyatt interrupted, "Please, no!" "Wyatt, if we're to have any hope of halting or reversing this, the doctor needs to know all the details. If you're worried about him saying anything, you're protected under patient-doctor confidentiality." "Uh, okay." "Doctor, I'm a transsexual with a fully functional penis. Last week, I was fucking Wyatt and made him say that he wanted to 'be my bitch'." "That could do it." "Doctor," Wyatt asked, "couldn't she just say she didn't want me to be a bitch and that would stop it?" "Not quite. The subconscious, once it decides on something, can be very stubborn about giving it up. If she had reacted badly when she first found out, it may have changed things. But just from the concern I have seen her show today, that's not enough anymore." "So what do I do?" "There's something I could suggest, but it's pretty radical therapy." "I'll do anything." "We might be able to halt the process by accelerating it." "Excuse me?" "The problem is that your subconscious is convinced that you have to become a woman. If we do that, make you into a woman, your subconscious may stop the change." "You mean stuff like implants and getting rid of my dick?" "Heavens, no! We're trying to stop the changes, not make them worse. But I am talking making you look like a woman. We'll put you in dresses, skirts, and make-up. That way, whenever you look in the mirror, your subconscious will see a woman and not try to change you any further." "And how long will I have to do this?" "Until you decide to break it off with Miss Adams. And just as a warning, you cannot decide to break it off due to your changes. If you do that, your subconscious desires will still want her and still continue the changes. You must truly want to break it off with her." Lisa asked, "Doctor, what if I decide to break it off with him?" "I didn't want to go into this, but if you have any feelings at all for him, you must NOT, under any circumstances, break it off with him." "Why not?" "The subconscious can be rather simplistic in its reasoning. Right now, it's thinking, 'To be a good lover, I need to be more woman.' If you break it off, his subconscious will think, 'I must not have been a good enough lover,' and will actually accelerate the process in an attempt to get you back." Wyatt asked, "What if she treats me like crap to make me want to leave her faster?" Lisa, shocked, said, "I could never do that." The doctor said, "It'd be a bad idea anyways. The subconscious assumes itself to be the cause of everything that happens to it. It's why an abused woman usually stays with her abuser. Just listen to them. 'He does it because I wasn't trying hard enough,' and other such nonsense. If you were to start treating him badly, his subconscious would just assume he wasn't enough woman to please you and, again, would accelerate the process." Wyatt asked, "So what do I do now?" "Well, I have had dealings with Miss Adams before and she's always been one of the most ladylike women I've met." Lisa said, "Thank you." "You're welcome. I'm suggesting the two of you go out and get Wyatt a new wardrobe. A woman's wardrobe." Wyatt frowned and said, "Okay, I guess I can pack away all my old clothes until this is over." "Oh, no, that's not going to do it. You have to destroy your old clothes." "Why?" "You can't have any hold outs of your old life in your new life. You must get rid of any and all evidence that you ever were anything other than a woman. You must even avoid talking about going back in any part of your life. Once you leave this office, you're not trying to become a woman because you want to go back to being a man. You're trying to become a woman because Lisa wants you to be the best woman you can be." Wyatt gulped. "I have to tell everybody?" "Anybody who asks. People are going to be curious as to why you're changing, MISS Colton. And if your subconscious has any reason to believe you're not doing this for real, and doing this for your lover, it'll continue the changes. It won't be as fast, but it will continue, and we're trying to stop the changes. During your time with Lisa you must devote yourself entirely to the task of being a woman." "Okay." "Now before you leave, schedule a visit in one week for a follow-up with my receptionist." Lisa asked, "What kind of clothes do you want me to get for him, doctor?" "To be blunt, Miss Adams, are you attracted to women at all?" "Oh, yes, doctor. I'm thoroughly bisexual." "Then get clothes that you would want to see a female lover in. That way every time he wears them, he'll know he's pleasing you." "Well, some of that is rather risque and effeminate." "All the better. The less he looks like a man, the more chance his subconscious will stop the changes. Which brings up a point. Under NO circumstances are you to get or wear pants for the duration of your therapy. Not even women's styles. Wear only skirts and dresses." Wyatt protested, "But it's starting to get cold outside. What am I going to do when the temps get below freezing?" "Get a floor length woman's coat and wear things with lower hems." "But-" "Miss Colton, you don't have to do anything I'm suggesting. But you tell me you want to stop the changes and I'm telling you what, in my professional opinion, will do that." "Okay." "Are there any other questions?" Wyatt shook his head. "Then I'll see you next week." Wyatt and Lisa left the office together. After scheduling next week's appointment, Lisa took him straight to a salon in the mall across the street. Inside she whispered to him, "This is a very high-priced salon. Normally, you can't get an appointment without a referral, much less arrange a walk-in. Lucky for you I come here all the time. Go up to the desk and tell them you want to look at the book of styles. They'll probably hand you the men's book. Ask for the women's book. And don't forget what you'll want to tell them if they ask why." Wyatt nodded and went up to the desk and did as Lisa suggested, hoping they wouldn't ask. But, just as Lisa predicted, they handed him the men's book, then asked why when he asked for the women's book. He almost lied and said he was helping to pick out a style for his girlfriend, but mustered his courage and said, "I want to become the best woman I can be so as to please my girlfriend." The woman gave him a strange look, but handed him the book. He looked through the book until Lisa came back, then pointed out the style he wanted. She frowned. "Oh, no, that's far too unisex. Let me see." She took the book from him. As she looked through the book, she muttered. "Too bad your hair isn't longer. Most of the best, really womanly styles, at least the ones I like, require long hair." Finally, she came to one and said, "Here we go!" and took him and the book to the desk. The woman looked at him and said, "You realize this is not only a woman's style, but a permanent? If you get this it'll take a while before you can change it." Wyatt managed to say, "That's okay." The woman just shrugged. She took him in back and set him in a chair to wait for his stylist. About five minutes later, the stylist came in and went right to work. Laying back in the chair, there was no way for Wyatt to hide his tits, but the stylist said nothing as he changed his hair style to a far more effeminate style. It took far longer than Wyatt was used to. Before all he did was come in, snip, snip, and he was finished. Now he was sat down, strange solutions were rubbed into his hair, curlers, clamps, and other things were put into his hair. He lost track of time, and even fell asleep. When he awoke, Lisa was standing over him. "Good morning, Wyatt. Well, early evening, actually. While you slept, I had them do your nails as well. But it's late, and we need to get to a clothing store if we're to get your new wardrobe." Wyatt looked down at his hand, and saw that he now had long, red nails. He assumed they were those press-on types he saw in stores, but then thought it more likely that they were something more expensive considering where they were. As he got up, he noticed that his shoes and socks were off and his toenails had been done as well, although they were no longer than they had been before. He got up and looked around for his shoes and socks, but saw only his shoes. He called out to Lisa, and asked about his socks. "Sorry, I forgot. I threw them out." Wyatt got a shocked look on his face. "Relax. It's just time for your first sojourn into feminine attire." Lisa pulled out a pair of stockings from her purse. "I always keep a spare pair on me in case I get a run." Wyatt took the stockings and made a stupid mistake (at least from the standpoint of those in the know about stockings). He grabbed the stockings by their entry and tried to pull them on like socks. He barely got them half way onto his foot before they started to snag on his toenails. Lisa grabbed his arms stopping him from trying to just yank them on. "Oh, no, dearie, stop." She sighed. "Haven't you ever watched a woman put on stockings before?" Wyatt shook his head. "Pity. Watching a woman coat her leg in a stocking, even an inexpensive one, can be an exciting sight. Let me show you." Lisa sat down, undid the clasps on her garter, rolled the stocking down her leg, and pulled it off. "This is the first thing you want to do with your nylons, roll them into a donut shape." She pushed her toes back into the stocking and slowly rolled it back up her leg. As she did, she used her hands to sensually stroke her leg. When the nylon was all the way up her legs, she gently took the tops in her fingertips and stretched her leg up and out, pulling the stocking as she did. With her leg fully extended, she ran her hands over it one more time, then reattached her garters. Wyatt, his dick hard as a rock in his pants, said, "Thanks," wondering why he had never seen his wife put on her stockings like that. Probably because he had never really been interested in his wife's clothing, only in getting her out of them. "Now you may think I was doing that just to give you a treat, a carrot for your performance, but I also was constantly readjusting the stockings so they lay in the right place. If you don't do that as you go, getting your seams straight after you're finished is a pain in... Well, you know. Now you try." Wyatt took the stockings and tried to do as Lisa had just showed him, and put them on. After he was finished, he thought they looked pretty good, but Lisa said, "Not bad for a first try." "Hey, they look good," he complained. She just smiled and put her leg right beside his. She had been kind in her estimation of what he had accomplished. In a side by side comparison, his legs looked like crap. His seams were slightly out of line, the stocking was bunched just a touch in places, and the runs he had put in it earlier when he just tried to yank it on showed like flashing red lights compared to Lisa's perfect legs. He hung his head a bit. "Oh, hun, don't worry about it. You'll get it." "How long did it take till you were getting it perfect like that?" "It just took one session with the Mental Implantation Device. Haven't had a crooked seam since. Maybe we should look into a few sessions in the chair for you." "I don't think I'd ever do that. Those M.I.D.'s scare me." "Okay. You have to be willing anyways for it to work. But a suggestion, let the doctor decide whether or not you need the chair. Unless of course, you want to grow another extra cup size or two as you practice some skill you need." "Good point." "Now let's go get you some new clothes." Wyatt got up and put his shoes on. As he started to head to the door, Lisa said, "Wait a second, hun. Stand up straight." "But-" "But you want to hide your breasts. Wyatt, you CANNOT think like that anymore. Even in today's day and age, a woman's beauty, her attractiveness to men, is usually her most important, and, at times, her only weapon in the workplace. And her breasts are an important part of that." "But what will people think of me, if they see I've got tits?" "Why do you think I brought you here first? Haven't you looked in the mirror?" Wyatt shook his head. Truth be told, he had been too frightened of what he was going to see there. Lisa pointed at the mirror, and Wyatt slowly turned to face his new look. What he saw shocked, frightened, and even aroused him. His hair had been styled into a round mass of tight curls. The stylist had also added blonde highlights, which probably meant that as his new hair color grew in, it would be less noticeable. He had also had make-up applied, and unless you looked really close and knew exactly what to look for, there was no trace of his previous masculinity. He looked like a woman in men's pants. He almost broke down in tears, but Lisa quickly took his shoulders and hugged him. "Don't cry, it'll ruin your mascara." He pulled himself together and straightened up. "That's it," Lisa whispered, "but pull your shoulders back. Really throw your breasts out. You only have average cups for a woman, so you really want to show them off." "I have average tits? They don't seem that big." "That's the problem with the way most men evaluate breasts, hun. You're so attracted to the larger sizes that you tend to overlook the smaller ones." Wyatt didn't say anything, but was a little stunned. He now had to face the fact that most women out there were somewhere near him in breast size. But he shoved his tits out as Lisa had suggested. She kissed him and they went through the mall to a lingerie store. As they crossed the threshold, Lisa said, "Time to rebuild your look from the inside out." The first thing they did was get a tape measure and get Wyatt's new sizes. He was now 38-33-34 with a B cup. Wyatt was happy to find out that although B was an average cup, his larger chest did make him on the small side of average. Then Lisa went through the store, selecting a collection of various styles for Wyatt to try on. They went into the dressing room and stripped him down. After he put his first bra on he commented, "At least my tits aren't flopping with every movement I make now." "Yeah, but after you've worn that all day and the bra straps have cut deep into your shoulders, you'll be glad to feel that bounce of your breasts again." Lisa had him try on a bunch of different types of lingerie, and eventually chose one and said, "You'll wear this one out of the store." "Okay." She looked at her watch and said, "We better get going if we're going to get you all the clothes you need. Get your blouse back on and I'll go pay for these." After she left he put his blouse back on and looked at his reflection in the mirror. Somehow his tits were even more noticeable now. He slouched a bit, but remembered what Lisa told him and thrust his tits out. He went out and met Lisa, and was summarily dragged all around the mall, barely stopping at any one place to try on something before Lisa dragged him somewhere else. He knew that Lisa was making a bunch of purchases, but they weren't bringing any packages with them. Their last stop (with him in a dress he had bought at another store) was at the shoe store. Lisa had him try on a few pairs of shoes, all heels. After she had him put on a pair of five inch heels, she handed his old shoes to the salesclerk and said, "Give these to charity." After the salesclerk left, Wyatt said, "I'm not sure I can handle heels yet." "I felt the same way when I first started wearing heels." "You did? But you seem so natural in them." "Again, that's thanks to the M.I.D. But back when I was only ten, my sister was complaining about heels and I was teasing her. So she dared me to try to wear her heels for a few hours. I was scared for the first... half hour or so but then I got used to it, and, well, that was the first time I realized what I was destined to be." "But-" "Just give it a try, Wyatt. Nothing makes a woman feel more vulnerable than the feeling of being perched on high heels. And vulnerability is part of the package." "Okay." Wyatt walked on his heels toward the door, and understood why his last stop had been for shoes. It was almost closing time and there was no way he could've moved as quickly in heels as he had in his men's dress shoes. They got into Lisa's car and drove him to a drugstore. They went in and got a bunch of packages of cheap nylons. When he asked what they were for, Lisa pointed out that he was going to need pairs to practice on before he started wearing the higher priced ones they had gotten today. She also picked up a bunch of collapsed shipping boxes for packing up his male clothes. Lisa drove him home, and when they got there, she got a few boxes out of the trunk. After they went inside, she packed his old clothes into the boxes and put them into her car. "I'll drop those off at the salvation army on the way home." Wyatt just nodded. "You going to be okay?" "I hope so." Lisa turned to leave and Wyatt said, "Lisa?" When she turned back, he asked, "Are you really going to stick by me?" Lisa smiled at him. "Come here." Wyatt came over to her and she wrapped one hand around him while stroking his breast with the other. When he moaned, she kissed him deeply. After they parted, she said, "I will stick by you as long as you need me. Now let me show you an advantage to dresses that pants don't have." She turned him around, reached under his hem and pulled his panties down. She lifted his dress up and lay it on his back, then freed her own dick and pressed it to his ass. She worked it into his ass. Wyatt felt afraid perched on his heels, but Lisa wrapped her hands around and gripped his tits. They moved together, and Wyatt realized that if nothing else beneficial ever came from this experience, the feelings right now might make up for all the trouble he had so far. After they were finished, Lisa pulled his panties up, and flipped his dress down. "And if we had done that at work, you would now be ready to go. Isn't that better than pants?" "Not sure about better, but definitely easier." Lisa then left, and Wyatt went in to sleep. The next morning, when he went into work, Lisa quickly pulled him aside, removed his old make-up (which they had forgotten about) and gave him a new face, after which she had him blow her. During lunch, they went out, bought a collection of make-up and gave him a crash course in its application. That evening, Wyatt had to go straight home to be there for the delivery of the stuff that had been bought. Thursday and Friday went normally (at least as normal as his being in a dress could be), but Friday evening, when Wyatt was to fuck Lisa, was when his changes really hit home. He pressed into her ass, but he didn't need to go as far before his hips pressed against hers. Then, every time he pulled back, his dick popped free. When he looked at his dick, he broke down in tears. Lisa wrapped her arms around him and asked, "What's wrong?" "My dick. It shrunk." She took it in hand and said, "Yes, it definitely has. It's erect and it's only four and a half inches now." "Now I can't fuck you. I can't even keep it in you." "There, there. Let's try something." She stood up and said, "Slip it into me." Wyatt got up and slipped his dick into Lisa. "Now, instead of pumping, rotate your hips round and round, rub your hips against mine." Wyatt enjoyed this immensely and was soon spraying into Lisa. Afterwards they sat down together and kissed. Wyatt said, "Lisa, what happens if my dick shrinks some more?" "We'll discuss it with the doctor on Tuesday." "Could we call him now?" "We wouldn't get him. The doctors go home at noon on Friday. And, well, this isn't emergency enough to qualify calling him directly." "But-" "Wyatt, I know how much this must devastate you, but the changes have already happened." "But if I shrink more I won't even be able to fuck you." "We'll think of something." Saturday, Lisa was preoccupied with getting done to go to her boyfriend. Wyatt noticed that his bra was getting tight, so when he went home that day he tried on some of the C cup bras he had gotten and they fit perfectly. He spent the weekend braless (Lisa was right, the bra straps were a real pain after a while), and Tuesday morning he tried on the C cup bras and found them exceptionally tight. He put on a D cup bra and it fit perfectly. He nearly broke down in tears. His appointment was a morning one, and he went straight to the doctor's office, meeting Lisa there. The first question the doc asked (after pleasantries) was, "Have the changes stopped?" "No, in fact they're just as fast as the first week." Lisa hugged him. "I'm sorry, Wyatt." The doctor got a shocked look on his face. "Wyatt? Haven't you changed your name to something more feminine yet?" When Wyatt signified the negative, the doctor said, "Miss Colton, I shouldn't have to explain this, but you need to act, think, walk, talk, and in all ways, behave like a woman for this to work." Lisa asked, "So if we change his name, that'll stop it?" "Just changing it won't be enough. Everybody knows HER as Wyatt. And every time someone uses Wyatt and she responds, it reinforces the fact that she's not all woman." "So how do we get... her to stop responding to a name that she's been using for all her life?" "Drastic measures. I'm going to write a prescription for a session on the M.I.D." Wyatt was about to protest, but Lisa put her hand on his reassuringly. "Now the question is what name do you want?" Wyatt thought about it and said, "I guess I can live with Wanda." "Okay." The doctor wrote out a prescription and said, "Take this upstairs, and get in session as soon as possible." Wyatt said, "Doctor, I've got another problem. My dick is shrinking. This morning, it was only 4 inches when erect." "I was afraid of this. We'll have to watch you closely then. I want you to get a notebook and a tape measure. Every evening, before you go to bed, measure hips, waist, breasts, both base as well as cup size, and penile length, as well as any other changes you notice. Write it down as well as any strange feelings you've got. Keep close watch. And just to make sure, Miss Adams, you should double check the notebook. If the changes speed up, contact me immediately. Miss Adams has my pager number. Until then we'll stick to once a week checkups." Wyatt said, "But, doctor, how can I fuck Lisa without my dick?" "I thought she was fucking you." Lisa said, "I am, but once a week I let him use his dick on me." The doctor frowned. "I'm not sure that's a good idea. Between two women, penetration, when used, is just part of the act. But for a man, penetration is usually THE act itself. I think until we can get these changes stopped or at least slowed, you should probably stop all penetration of Lisa." "Do I have to?" Wyatt whined. Lisa said, "Doctor, we'll do what we have to, but I must admit, I would be loathe to lose his penetration." "Well, if you must, then look into a dildo for Wyatt to use. You'll need a special design since he still does have a penis, but there are special designs for this kind of thing. "Now having sex like two women might be helpful. But keep a close watch on the numbers on the days following your sex acts. If it accelerates, STOP!" After setting up another appointment, Wyatt and Lisa went upstairs to the M.I.D. lab. Wyatt showed them the prescription and they scheduled him immediately. They took him into another room where there were a bunch of soft dentist style chairs, about ten in all, half of which were occupied. The female nurse set him in a chair, having him remove his shoes for comfort, and secured a strap around his forehead. "Is this necessary?" he asked. "We can't have your head bouncing around as we fill it with knowledge. Besides, your hands are free, so if you need to, you can just reach up and remove it. But once we start, you must not get up until we specifically give you permission. And make sure we're talking to you, so you don't try to get up when we're saying finished to someone else. Understand?" "Yes." "Ready?" "I guess so." The nurse went someplace and Wyatt lay back and waited. He heard them tell others to get up, as well as bring others in. After a while, he heard them tell someone else to get up. He figured whoever it was must've been asleep, because they told him three times to get up. Finally, he heard someone say, "Okay, Wanda, you can get up now." Wanda reached up and undid the strap on his head. The nurse said, "That was very good. We got a total absorption. We called out your old name three times and got no response whatsoever." "'Your old name'?" Wanda thought, "But my name is and has always been Wanda." But even as he thought it, he realized it wasn't true. He knew that before he had walked in here, he had been called something different, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember what it was. Or for that matter, ever being called anything different. He went out to the reception area where Lisa was waiting. She said, "Are you okay, Wyatt?" It took a few seconds to realize she was talking to him. "Was that my old name? Wyatt?" "You don't remember?" The nurse said, "Of course she doesn't remember. The doctor's prescription called for a total cognition transformation on her name. If she remembered her old name she might respond to it. So we went in and changed her memory of her name in every case to Wanda. And for her continued well being, you shouldn't use her old name either, Miss Adams." "Alright. Are you ready to go, Wanda?" "Yes." After work that day, Lisa took him out and got a new collection of lingerie, as well as double and triple D lingerie, just in case. The rest of the week was spent normally with the exception of Wanda now taking her physical measurements every morning. On Friday, he was 38- 31.5-35.5 with a double D cup and his penis had shrunk to 3 1/2 inches. At the end of the day, he went into Lisa's office, a little downtrodden. Lisa noticed immediately and asked, "What's wrong, Wanda?" "It's... my dick. It was barely large enough to satisfy you last time, and it's smaller by a full inch today." "Remember, hun, the doctor explained how we might get around that. I did some checking and found a little thing to help you. Take off your panties." Wanda quickly obeyed. Lisa reached into her desk drawer and pulled out what looked like a pair of leather panties with no rear panel. Wanda got into them, but before he pulled them all the way up, Lisa reached in and used her fingers to expose a small pouch he hadn't seen there. She slipped his shrunken dick into the pouch, then pulled on something in the back of the panties. Wanda felt the panties tighten around his penis, holding it tight against his body. Wanda noticed that, on the front of the panties, was some kind of circle sticking out just slightly. Lisa returned to her desk and got out a large plastic cock. She walked over to Wanda, pushed the base of the dick into the circle, and rotated it, snapping it in place. When she stepped back, Wanda had a ten inch dick jutting from his loins. Lisa then turned, pulled her panties down and bent over. Wanda took the dildo in hand and pulled on it a bit testing it's solidity. It wasn't quite as solid as his own, but pulling on it did cause it to rub against his own little dick. He went over, took his "dick" and slowly pressed it into Lisa. It took longer than with his own dick because the dildo was not only longer but thicker, but he eventually he got all the way in. As soon as he felt his hips touch hers he fucked her as he used to, but he quickly moved into longer strokes with his new longer dick. Another benefit of the panty/dildo combo was that the discomfort of having his erection forcibly held against his body gave him a much greater fucking endurance and he sent Lisa through three orgasms before he came, his cum shooting down his leg. After he came, Lisa pulled off of him. She turned around, detached the dildo, and handed it to him. "A gift." "Thanks." He tried to pull the panties off, but it was too tight around his dick. "How do I get these off?" "You don't." "What?!" "I can remove them with a key I've got. But as long as you're wearing them you'll have to sit down to pee, just like a girl. Get it?" Wanda wanted to protest, but he had to admit the wisdom of Lisa's words. The weekend passed without incidence and Wanda was glad that his changes didn't speed up, but unfortunately, neither did they slow down. When he went into work on Tuesday, he had changed another half inch on his waist, and hips, losing on the first, and gaining on the last. He wasn't able to list his dick size, but he hoped the doctor understood. He really did feel feminine sitting on the toilet, peeing without having to even touch his dick. He had also gained another cup size on his tits. When he handed the notebook to the doctor, the doctor commented on the lack of measurements. After Wanda explained the panty restraint he was in, the doctor had Lisa remove the restraint and he measured Wanda's organ. "It doesn't seem to be shrinking any faster. You're at 3 inches now. But here's the question, have you been standing up to pee?" Wanda shamefully admitted he had. "Okay, I don't want you doing that so continue to use the restraint. But I don't want to lose track of your penile changes either. So, Miss Adams, when she comes in in the morning, remove the restraint and measure her." "So if I do this, the changes will stop?" "If it were this alone, the changes would've stopped over the weekend. Do me a favor. Stand up, walk into the room, and greet me as if we'd never met before." Wanda did as he was asked and when he was finished, the doc said, "I think I see part of the problem. Your walk and all your mannerisms are still very male. So I want you in another session with the M.I.D. Mannerism rebuilding." Wanda hesitantly agreed, and Lisa took him upstairs to the lab. He was seated in the chair and strapped in. When he got up, there was something wrong with the way he walked. It was almost as though he wanted to try walking on tiptoes. But when he got back into his heels, he was walking much more naturally. And just before he left, a man extended his hand and Wanda, rather than taking it and pumping it forcefully, put only his fingers into the man's hand. And when the man lifted his hand and kissed it, Wanda smiled coquettishly. He also noticed he dropped his voice an octave when he spoke. That week passed "normally", which unfortunately, had come to mean more changes. By Friday, he was 38-30.5-36.5 with an E cup, and his dick, when Lisa measured it, was only 2 1/2 inches. He fucked Lisa with his dildo that evening, and spent the weekend alone as usual. Monday evening, when he took a shower, the restraint felt loose and he slipped his fingers into it. He was surprised when it slipped right off. Apparently his now 2 inch hard-on was no longer long enough to be held in place anymore. At least not when he was soft. After he got out of the shower, he took a hand mirror he had and looked at his crotch. His dick (except for its small size) was unchanged, but his balls seemed flatter, and there was a crack between them. He pushed his finger into the crack, and was surprised when it slipped in up to its base. He had a cunt! A slit that could be fucked like any woman! He got the dildo and slid it in as far as he could. When he met resistance, there was only two inches of dildo sticking out of him. He had originally only intended to measure how much cunt he had, but there was something very pleasurable in the feeling of fullness in his cunt. He put on a pair of panties over it and walked around for the rest of the evening with the dildo inside him. And before he went to sleep, he grabbed the dildo through his panties and fucked himself till he came, all without touching his dick. When he went into the doc's office the next day, the doc looked over the notebook and noticed the cunt that Wanda had written down. He gave her a quick exam, and said, "Okay, this is getting serious. Are you still using the restraint?" "I can't anymore. My dick is too small to be held by it. But I am still sitting down to pee." "Let me see." Wanda shrugged but went into the bathroom, sat down, and released a little trickle into the bowl. When he came out, the doctor was shaking his head. "What?" "First, you used the men's room. Secondly, although you sat down, you didn't wipe when finished. A primary importance with your new vagina. I'm prescribing another session in the M.I.D." The doctor wrote out a prescription, and Lisa rushed Wanda upstairs. Wanda got into the chair and was strapped in. This time, the session ran long and he fell asleep. When Wanda awoke, it was to Lisa shaking her arm. "Wanda, are you okay?" Wanda reached up and removed the strap from her head. "Yes, love, I am." Wanda leaned over and kissed her lover. "What time is it?" "Almost noon." Wanda grinned salaciously. She reached down and stroked Lisa through her skirt. "Want to go somewhere for a quickie? I mean the only thing I've felt in my cunny so far is my dildo." Lisa took Wanda to the bathroom, put her on the counter and fucked her brains out. A few people walked in and saw them, but Wanda didn't care, and was tempted to ask them to join in. That evening, before she went to bed, she pulled a nightie out of the closet. She had to remove the tags, and wondered briefly why she had been refusing to wear nighties and sleep in the nude. Whatever it had been she now realized how silly she had been. Nighties were just so... girly. When she went in to fuck Lisa that Friday, she asked, "Mind if you just fuck me some more? I just don't seem to have an interest in fucking you anymore." Wanda said, "I figured on this happening," and pulled a double dildo out of her desk. Wanda squealed with glee. Lisa worked one end into her ass and got on the couch, draping her leg over the back. Wanda took the other end of the dildo in hand, straddled it, and slid down upon it. She leaned back and started grinding her hips against Lisa. Lisa responded in kind until the two came together, spraying into the air, covering themselves with their own cum. "God, that was fantastic," Wanda said. "How big are you now? In the bosom, I mean." "I'm up to an F cup now." "That makes you bigger than me." "I noticed, but I didn't want to say anything. Does it displease you?" "On the contrary. I love your big tits." Wanda smiled and leaned forward. The two hugged, and Wanda started grinding the dildo into Lisa again until they had another cum together. That Sunday, Wanda noticed something. She had been finger fucking herself, but when she came, nothing came out. The cum hadn't felt any different, and she thought she felt something spray out of her tiny little clitty, but there was nothing on her hand. She stuck her entire finger inside herself, getting it covered in sticky goo and pulled it out and tasted it. Her fingers not only tasted of cunny lube (which she had been producing since she got a cunt), but of semen. "This is so weird," she thought to herself. "I'm coming into myself." Strangely, she wasn't concerned, just intrigued. When she went in to the doctor's the next day, he seemed very concerned. "We've tried everything we could, including a total psychological make-over and still the changes proceed apace." "Is it really that big a deal anymore?" Wanda asked. "I mean I've now got a cunt. My clit is barely an inch long at its hardest, and I'm up to a G cup now." "Humor me." Wanda shrugged. "Tell me about your week, both of you." The two quickly went over their week, and when Lisa told him about how she got ready on Saturday to go out of town, the doctor turned to Wanda and asked her, "How do you feel about Lisa leaving you every weekend?" "I miss her, of course." "That may be it. Wanda is jealous of your relationship with your boyfriend, and is keeping the changes going to attempt to gain more attention from you." "So what do we do? I'm not about to give up my boyfriend." "I don't think we'll need anything that drastic. But I think you could do her a world of good if you invited her along. Would that be possible?" "If she's willing. Shawn, my boyfriend, is always willing to have me bring a friend along." "Then it's settled. And hopefully by next week, the changes will have stopped." The week proceeded normally, except on Saturday, Wanda was just as anxious to get her work done as Lisa was. They flew to Miami and took a limo straight to the field. As soon as they walked into the locker room, the entire team yelled a greeting to Lisa. Lisa introduced Wanda to the team, then went off with Shawn. After about fifteen minutes, she came back and took Wanda out to the bleachers at the sidelines, and they watched the game. The Broncos, led by Shawn, won 35 to 17. When they went back into the locker room, Shawn hefted Lisa onto his shoulder and said, "Let's hear it for Lucky Lisa!" and the entire team cheered. Lisa and Shawn then went into the coach's office for some more private time. While they were gone, Wanda got a chance to watch all the hard bodies of the team get undressed. At one point, one of the team members, a large black man dressed only in a towel, came over and asked, "Hi, you as hot to trot as Lisa's other friend, April?" Wanda felt her pussy grow wet. Wanda surprised herself by saying, "I'm hotter." The man sat beside her and kissed her lightly. But Wanda wouldn't let it go at that. She forced her body into his and savaged his mouth. He