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IN SEARCH OF SELF by Bad Irving ([email protected]) DISCLAIMER: This is an adult story. It should not be read by those under 18. It has horrible things in it like sex, and breasts that get big. We must save the youth from such disturbing images. Why is it, if I just left the gratuitous violence in, it would then be ok to read for those under 18? Go figure. Yup, got some violence in this story. I use the word "God." It also is very much a transgender story. If you dislike those items please do not read the story, you won't like it. If you do like those items, I hope you enjoy what I have written. I. TO THE CLUB "Fuck YOU!" "Well, fuck you too!" yelled Jim as he stormed out of his house. It had been 15 years of a marriage right out of hell. Jim wondered, why did he stay? Then the answer came back as it always did. He was stuck in a dead end job, and no way could he afford a divorce with the kind of debt "SHE" had run up over 15 miserable years. Oh, yeah, the first couple of years had been good, then slowly it all went bad. She then began expanding with their credit line, and as both got bigger, her sexual appetite got smaller. That deteriorating situation leads right up to today. Sure, there was screaming, fighting, and objects being thrown, but then there were bad days as well. This was one of those days. More than just a bad day, this was the worst of many bad days. Jim was at his wit's end. He felt he could not go on like this. As he left the house, he was determined that tonight would be different, that tonight he would escape; if nothing else, just to have some time for himself, free from that banshee that tormented him. Jim headed out to the local bar. He was in search of sanctuary. He found his sanctuary at the "Kit Kat Klub." There were music and dancing, swirling around him. For the first time, in a long time, the only yelling he heard was from the mouths of happy people. There were even people around him that were smiling. Jim sighed inwardly to himself, and relaxed. To his left, he spied a dynamite blonde, with killer blue eyes. She was about 24, maybe 5' 7", 110 lbs., a cute ass, and maybe a B cup. He saw everything that his wife was not. She even smiled back at him. Jim, got up his courage, and sent over a drink. The beautiful blond in a green sequin dress came over to Jim. "Hi, I am Candy." she said. "Hi, I am Jim. I saw that you were without a drink." said Jim. "Oh, that could explain why you sent this over to me. Say, are you an older man trying to get me drunk? Te hee" giggled Candy. "Me, do that? Why no. Not me." said a blushing Jim. "That's good because for handsome men like you, all they have to do is ask to take me home!" said a smiling Candy. Jim was dumbstruck, he had not been expecting this in the least. It had been a long time since anybody had been nice to him. Now, a highly desirable woman was asking Jim to take her home. Jim was a man in the middle of the desert that had been dying of thirst. Now, he had a cool drink of water before him. "This is awful sudd...What the hell am I saying? Candy, you are beautiful. Can I take you to a motel?" said a stunned Jim. "Sure you can, tiger! But, we need to go now, ok?" replied Candy. They departed the bar and headed to a nice motel. Jim had lived in the city for many years, and he knew where a nice reasonable motel could be found. Along the way, Candy told Jim where she lived, and that she had been having men problems. She was tired of the bar scene, and just wanted to be with someone in a comfortable environment where she could relax. She didn't want to seem overly forward with him, but she was just so fed up with all the smoke, and endless chatter in the bar. They also stopped and got a bottle of Bushmills whiskey along the way. II. THE MOTEL Jim checked them into the motel. He had never cheated on his wife before, and felt very awkward at the counter. He thought about how he could explain the motel to the wife, and then realized he had left at the end of a fight. All he had to say was he was still upset from the fight, and got a hotel room instead of going home, which was the truth, just not the whole truth. In the hotel room, Candy became comfortable very quickly. Her shoes came off, and she relaxed on the couch. Jim poured them both a shot of Bushmills on the rocks. After one or two shots, and an hour of small talk, some light kissing started. Then Candy pulled away. "Jim, would it be ok, if I prove to you I am the best lover you have ever had?" asked Candy while batting her eyes. "How are you going to do that?" asked Jim. Candy's actions were the reply. She kissed Jim all over his face very lightly. Then she undid his buttons with her teeth. She sensuously removed both his and her clothing. She revealed her B cup breasts. They were perfectly shaped. She lightly brushed her nipples across his chest. She put her face down in his lap, and sucked his cock. Her tongue played with its head, and she bobbed her mouth up and down. Jim exploded in her mouth. She swallowed every drop. "Oh, Candy that was great" moaned Jim. "Lover, I haven't even started yet," Candy said coyly. After sucking Jim dry, Candy then rubbed herself against Jim. She placed her breasts in his eye sockets, and then begged him to suck her breasts. After several minutes of sucking her golden globes, Candy sucked on Jim's cock until he got a hickey. "Oh, my God! No one has ever done that!" screamed Jim. Candy then moaned and said how huge Jim's cock was. Jim couldn't take anymore, he flung Candy onto her back, and mounted her very quickly. Jim, being Jim got about four strokes and then had an orgasm. Not just an orgasm, but the best orgasm of his life. He collapsed and hugged Candy. They laid together in each other arms. "Tell me, was I the best?" said Candy. "You were more than the best. You will always be the best." said Jim in all honesty. "That's wonderful!" said Candy. Candy and Jim lay in each other's arms. As lovers do they went in and out of idle chat. Jim seemed to doze off, but would answer Candy's questions. "Honey, do you like my body?" asked Candy. "I love your body!" said Jim. "Well, I have always thought I might looked better more voluptuous. Instead of this athletic look. If I could be your dream girl what would I look like? Oh, come on. I really want to know," said Candy. "Ok, if you really want to know, my dream girl would be about 44-24-38, have nice sensitive big tits, I mean big, like a H cup, a nice big ass, and around 5' 6" tall, maybe 125 lbs. Red hair and Green eyes. Oh, I was too direct. Sorry" said Jim regretting maybe he had a tad too much whiskey, his answer was rude, and overly specific. "Oh, no you weren't. How'd you like your dream girl to appear. Right now? I can change this body into her. Would you like that?" said Candy. "You're kidding? Ok, let's see," said Jim. Candy once again sucked Jim to full attention. She then climbed on top of him. "Oh, you feel so very good, Candy. Who cares about this dream girl stuff?" moaned Jim as he pumped, and Candy went up and down on her knees. "Just yell out, I am the best, when you come. Then I will change." moaned Candy. Jim looked up to see Candy bouncing up and down on him. He saw her cute breasts bounce. He couldn't stop himself. He was cuming. "Oh, Candy, you are the best! You are the best lover I have ever had!" screamed Jim as he came. Jim was cuming, he never felt so much cum shoot into a girl before. He came, and came, and then felt like he fell down, and then up. All went dark. It seemed like he floated by somebody. He heard a "your turn buddy" as he floated by. Then all came back into focus. He was on his knees, staring down at himself, and in the midst of a mind racking orgasm. "Ahhhhhhhhgh" cried Jim. "Those female orgasms are wonderful aren't they?" said Jim's body to Jim. Jim regained some of his senses and realized he was now staring at himself. Wait, no he was on his knees. There was something warm and nice feeling stuck in him????? He looked down and saw two perky breasts! That warm feeling was a dick inside him! He tried to get up but his old body restrained him. "Oh, you can't get up yet, Honey, this is the best part." said Jim's old body. Jim tried to maintain his balance by leaning forward. He felt a convulsion rip through his body. He looked down as his breasts began to tingle and develop a pressure in them. They slowly started expanding. The nipples expanded first. They grew slowly outward; soon, the entire front of each breast was all nipple and areola. Then the breasts began a slow and steady expansion. Jim felt them growing outward. Soon the areola didn't cover the entire front of each breast. They slowly grew out to very fully D cups. They hung down halfway to Jim's elbows. Jim was amazed at the size they had apparently stopped at. Then suddenly they expanded so fast as to be a blur. There was an audible kerplop. Two huge breasts were now hanging, where just moments before D cups had replaced B cups. They were now so large that they hung down on to the body beneath him and still wanted to hang down further. They spilled across the chest and off to the sides of the body Jim was astride. The breasts were now, at least, a very full H cup in size. The nipples, though large, were now in proportion to the size of the enormous breasts that had suddenly developed. About the time that Jim got used to the feeling from the breasts, he could feel hands roaming his ass. The person Jim was astride, smiled at him as he kneaded Jim's butt. It was obvious from this feeling that his ass had also suddenly swelled and was now large. He shook his head in disbelief and red hair flew in his face. "What have you done to me?" screamed Jim. "Freed myself, and given you, your dream girl," replied Jim's body. "What, how?" said Jim. "Look I don't know. What I do know. You gotta go find somebody to fuck that will say you are the best lover they ever had. You do that and you can switch bodies with them. As an added treat, ask them their dream girl, get them to fuck you and call out you're the best. You can switch bodies, and then the body morphs into the girl they described. By the way, I would never want tits that big! You are in for a lot of problems with those two. But, since they aren't on me. I do enjoy the view from here. Before I get started on you, my name is Ernie. Yours' by the way is now Candy." with that Ernie began sucking on Candy's left tit and rubbing her right. Jim (now Candy) began to moan. Damn why had she asked for her tits to be this sensitive? With each suck, and each rub of them, she was getting very horny, despite her thoughts to the contrary. She couldn't control herself, she wanted to have sex. That dick in her was getting hard again. Soon, Candy was on her back, being fucked for all she was worth by Ernie. Two of her orgasms latter Ernie came with a very loud scream. Candy whispered into Ernie's ear, "Was I the best?" "The best? Ha, you weren't even close. Those big tits made it a lot of fun, but Honey, you need some practice. You are a bad lay!" laughed Ernie. Candy started to cry. "Oh, come on its not too bad. Just practice and some day you will find a guy to switch with, or if you like it, you can just stay Candy forever." said Ernie. With that Candy cried even louder! Ernie then laughed, "Oh, you only got one year, Honey. After that you are Candy for good. Also dear, you better not get knocked up or else you are stuck forever as well. Don't think an abortion will help, you get knocked up, Candy you remain. Say, I wonder if you are preggers right now?" "No, no, no, no. You bastard. No. Change me back!" screamed Candy through her tears. "Settle down bitch! You ain't pregnant. You keep taking those birth control pills in your purse and you won't get pregnant either. You just remember, one a day!" Ernie started laughing again. "Change me back" demanded Candy through her sobs. "I told you, I can't. I have had just about enough of you. Enjoy your life, CANDY!" said Ernie, while grabbing her and shoving her out the motel room door. Candy struggled as she went out the door. She only knew she had to fight back and somehow get her body back. That was until the door clicked and she was in the hallway. She had raised her hand to pound on the door, when a guy walked by, and gave her a leering stare and whistle. Candy was naked. She was naked, and a woman. Not only that, she now felt the remains of her sexual encounter with Ernie drip down her leg. Candy knelt down facing the door and started to whimper. It was at that moment the door flew open for just a brief moment. Her clothing and purse were ejected from the room. She cried like what seemed forever, but it was only a few minutes. With arms that seemed all too heavy she reached for her clothing. First she tried to put on the panties. Her body was now a much bigger body than it had been in its athletic pre-Jim/Candy state. The panties did manage to go over her very generous rear end, but they went from a French cut to a thong and only by using the crack of her ass would they fit. Next Candy picked up her bra. She picked up her bra and sobbed. Before her, she saw two huge breasts. They were bigger than any breasts she had ever seen in real life. Now they were hers. She couldn't even look down to the bra. She had to hold it in front of her, for simply looking down only had her looking at the largest cleavage she had ever seen. She looked at the bra and continued to sob. The bra had its proud little tag of 34B. The little half cups might cover her nipples, if they could be cut away from the bra. The bra cups were so very tiny in relationship to her huge size, it useless to her. Candy realized she was indeed her own dream girl, or rather what had Ernie had said? "I would never want tits that big". She now knew he was right. In disgust she threw the bra across the hallway. Candy picked up the little green sequin dress. She got it on as far as that butt of hers again. Then with great effort and struggle it came over her butt. The dress was strapless. All she had to do was get it zipped up now. That was all. That was also impossible. Her breasts held the dress out so far that she could only get the zipper to move two inches up from the bottom, and that wasn't even enough to hold the front of the dress up. Clutching at the top of the dress to try and cover her chest, Candy sat down once more. There was a loud tearing sound as she sat down. Her butt had ripped out the back of the dress. The sheer material had ripped all the way in two. There was no longer a dress to hold as her near naked butt hit the floor, but rather it had become a green sequin rag held in front of her. When her butt hit the floor Candy's large breasts jiggled from the impact. Candy cried and through her tears started whispering through the door. "You can't leave me like this. You need me. Ernie, listen to me. Ernie, do you think you can just start living your life as Ernie tomorrow? Is there "Ernie" written on your ID? Don't you need to know who you are? We can help each other Ernie. Please don't leave me like this" pleaded Candy through the door. The door slowly opened. "Get in here bitch." said Ernie as he pulled Candy by her hair through the door. Candy grabbed her purse as she was rapidly drug through the door. She also whimpered again, but this time from pain. "Talk bitch." said Ernie. "Do you have to call me that?" asked Candy meekly. "That's what you are! You are a bitch, a whore, a slut. You are a piece of worthless human being flesh. You will remain that way until you can find a way to change, bitch! Now, tell me about me." said Ernie. "No. I said we can help each other. You help me or I am not telling you a thing." said Candy quietly. "Look bitch, I have the upper hand now. I am in charge. No more sucking cocks or depending on some guy to give me money. Me. It's me again. I am Ernie. I am top dog once more. I got a dick and you don't. Maybe I'll just have you suck that dick for me all night? Maybe I will just beat the crap out of you, the way all those Johns used to do me. Maybe that would make me feel good right now!" said Ernie as he slapped Candy twice, once with the back of his hand, and once with the front. They were loud painful slaps and blood trickled from the corner of Candy's mouth. "Then maybe I will leave this room and yell rape? How's that sound you bastard? I have no dress, it's ripped apart. Look at this blood, I bet my face has a nice bruise on it. As far as the rape part, you're cum is oozing down my leg as I speak. No problem, ERNIE, welcome back to manhood, you can just tell it all to the cops. Fuck you, you son of a bitch!" said Candy as she moved toward the door. "No, no, wait. Oh, crap. No. We can talk," said a now panicking Ernie. "Good. Now, let's fucking talk. I will tell you about you, and you are going to help me deal with being me. Come the morning, after we get me some damn clothes, we can go our separate ways. OK?" said Candy. "Deal" said Ernie. "Listen up. First off all we are going to knock off the name-calling. Next, we talk about...." said Candy but she was interrupted. "Oh, now you going to dictate, BITCH?" said Ernie. "Look. How far are you going to get without knowing who you are? You sure as hell ain't Ernie. Grab your wallet and look. Look in the mirror. You are me, I mean, you are the me I used to be, no...well, crap, you know! The point is how far are you going to get claiming you are Ernie?" "I...I...I hadn't thought" said Ernie as he looked in the mirror and held his face. "Yea, you hadn't thought. You are not Ernie. Now, are we going to be civil and help each other, or are we going to play who can hurt who worse?" said Candy with her hands on her hips and anger on her lips. "Oh, fuck" was all Ernie could say while he sat on the bed holding his head in his hands. Candy gave a sarcastic giggle, "One might say fuck is how we got here. Now are we going to talk?" "Yea, we need to talk. We need a long talk." said a very dejected Ernie. "Can we talk me first? Ernie, I can't trust you to answer me, so we gotta talk me first." said Candy. "Oh man, I had forgotten how the switch would work. I can't be me again. Damn!..." cried Ernie into his hands. Candy grabbed Ernie's face and lifted it toward her. This resulted in Ernie looking right into Candy's H cup naked breasts. "Ernie, can we talk about me? Please?" said Candy. Ernie got a case of the uncontrollable giggles "Oh, yea, there's a lot of you to talk about isn't there! Hahahahahah" Candy tried to cover as much of her chest as she could with her arms and hands. "Ernie, please!" she said. "Fuck man, well fuck woman, well how about just a titty fuck? Boy, you can sure titty fuck, look at those jugs!" laughed Ernie. "ERNIE!" screamed Candy. "Yea, Ernie...Its not Ernie is it? What did you say your, no my name is? Jim. I am Jim. Crap. Ok, enough laughing. It wasn't all that funny, man. Look you're Candy let's start there." said a now solemn Ernie. "Candy, who?" said Candy. "Candy Cane" giggled Ernie. "Funny, now give me the real name" said Candy. "No, not being funny. Candy Cane is your name. I guess at one time there really was a Candy Cane. She had found this genie or something like that. She had this wish about becoming the world's greatest lover. Well, I guess she got to be the best woman lover and then turned into a guy. Maybe she will come back when she is the best guy lover in the world? Who knows? Man, it's all fucked up. Welcome to my old world. Anyhow, here's the deal, its just like I said, find somebody to say you are the best lover in the world and you can change bodies. But, you only got one year, and don't get knocked up, or you are stuck. There is ID in your purse, but you are gonna have to get some new pictures done. If you look in the purse there is an address book with some John's;.. er...clients, that might be able to help with the ID thing. You have a place over on the west side of town. They don't really care who lives there, as long as you make the weekly rent. As far as contacts in your life, har dee har, har. You my dear are a hooker. Yea, there a couple of pimps looking to add you to their stable. Then again, they were looking for me, not you, ain't know way anybody is going to think you are me! Anyhow, you got that address book, use all the Johns you want, cause they are going to use you. You better get used to being hit, and make sure you buy some condoms for those assholes to use." said Ernie. "Why me? Why did you have to do this to me?" asked Candy. "Yo, look, it was my last night. I had gone a year, and no switch. The guys wouldn't say the words or they didn't mean them when they said them. Oh, guess I forgot to tell you, they have to mean you are the best lover, not just say it. Anyhow, I was in my last day to switch. You looked to be the best to do guy in the bar. I had wanted to take all your money and take over your life, but in my old body. Man, why didn't I remember I got the body of the guy I switched with? How the hell old are you anyway?" said Ernie. "I am 45 years old." said Candy. "The fuck you are! I am 45 years old? You are now 28 years old. Oh, fuck, what a rip off! Man, I was 32, I just lost 20 years off my life. Man!" said Ernie. "Ah, 13. You lost 13 years not 20", said Candy. "Look the fuck at me! It looks like 20, but, you know what? I'd rather be 20 years older than be stuck like you, LADY!" giggled Ernie, "Now, I popped off, about who the fuck are you, who am I?" "You are James Williams. You are 45 years old and work for the City of Westmount. You are the garage manger for the central garage. You are married. Been married for 15 years and don't have any kids." said Candy. "Might work. I know stuff about cars. Say, what's my old lady look like?" said Ernie. "Pull your wallet, there's a picture. It's the only picture in the wallet." said Candy. "Hmm, nice piece of work. This just might work" mumbled Ernie. "Hey, if you're married, then why are we here? How many babes you got on the side?" "There are no babes on the side. We had a fight. This is the first time, I have ever done anything like this. Just one time and look what happened!" said Candy as she started to cry. Ernie started laughing uncontrollably. "Ha! That's rich. One time and look what happens to you! Well, you are going to have get to used to being with guys just like you were, from now on. Half that address book is married men. Maybe you can get one of them to switch with you; I doubt it. Man, you better get used to being a chick, cause you ain't lucky!" "You gonna laugh at me, or are we gonna wrap up what you need to know to be in my life?" said a depressed Candy. Candy filled him in on all the details of the life he had just stolen. In return for this Ernie promised Candy some shopping in the morning, before Jim had to be at work. Ernie decided he had better start being Jim, and told Candy to call him Jim. With all the who, what, when and where done, they decided to call it a night. Jim suggested they sleep in just one of the two beds in the room, but Candy said very sarcastically, that unless he was going to pay, there was no need for that. Jim thought that was rather funny and giggled himself to sleep. Candy was being reminded through both feeling and smell, that she had sex earlier, and had not cleaned up. She decided she would take a bath before going to bed. Candy entered the bathroom. She looked into the mirror. This was the first time she had been able to see all of herself. She gasped. In the mirror was a beautiful woman, with a black and blue side of her face. She had long wavy red hair that hung below her shoulders. Her tummy was flat and her waist narrow. Her hips were broad and she turned to see that she had a tight, but very full ass. She had long shapely legs. These were looked at quickly, but intensely. Next she was drawn back to her face. It had delicate feminine features, she saw she was beautiful, but the bruise destroyed much of that beauty. After a few ow's of touching the bruise, she back away from the mirror in order to better examine her breasts. Instead of looking down at her giant huge beyond belief breasts, she looked in the mirror. She was very glad she did. No doubt her breasts were huge, no matter how you looked at them, but she had seen bigger. In fact she had seen a lot bigger. Remembering some of the siliconed enhanced tit queens, she had seen in the magazines before, while Jim, she knew that the perspective of size was relative. Her breasts weren't really the wheelbarrow toting size, she at first had felt them to be. She definitely was all of that H cup she had described, but a H cup wasn't the largest set of breasts in the world. They just felt that way. Then at the end of each breast she had nipples. Candy, said duh to herself when that obvious statement ran through her mind. The areolas were the size of a coffee cup and the nub of the nipples looked like some over thick eraser on an overly large pencil. Candy, was surprised as she was staring at her breasts, that her nipples became hard. She was about to explore more when she shifted and felt dried residue from Ernie/Jim on her leg. With an audible "Eww" on her lips, she ran and hopped into the bath. In the bath Candy found all the right parts were in place, and very much female. She also got the "thrill" of cleaning those parts. She received no pleasure in cleaning those sensitive parts, and she regretted their sensitivity with each touch. Candy wept softly as she cleaned herself. Only briefly did she reflect on all the crying she had done that evening, but, then she thought if anybody had a valid reason to cry, it was HER! Arrrgh! She completed the bath and got out. She did smile as she dried her large breasts. She had to admit to herself, that if you had to be stuck with huge breasts, then she did really have a very nice set. They held their shape and yet were soft. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled for the first time. "At least they really are great tits" she said resignedly to herself. Candy then went to her separate bed for the night. In the morning Jim was still the same asshole that used to be Ernie. He was nice enough to give Candy the basics in how to use the makeup in her purse. He did manage to cover the bruise up on her face. Also, after the bruise was covered, Candy was further amazed just how attractive she really was,. But, Candy had to remind Jim, that he had promised to take her to get some clothes. Jim just flat didn't want to go. Candy worked a compromise. Jim, would give her the raincoat he had in the car and his T shirt. Then they would go to an ATM, where Candy would get $300 off Jim's MasterCard. After she had the money, she would give Jim the access codes to the ATM cards. Candy hadn't trusted Jim, and was holding out on that vital information all night long. That had proved a wise decision. After the final ATM information was exchanged they went their separate ways. Candy walked down the street in her raincoat. Beneath the coat was a T shirt stretched tightly across her breasts, a set of panties, that just plain didn't fit, and a pair of high heels that did fit, that Candy couldn't walk in worth beans. Candy was thankful for the raincoat. She found an inexpensive store, and emerged from it in a pair of tight fitting jeans, some tennis shoes, a logoed T shirt, some fitting French cut panties, but no bra. She got directed by a saleswoman to a shop on the other side of town. She also got told they would probably run $50 a piece. Candy said she had no idea they would cost that much. Candy bit her tongue when she heard the sales people behind her back commenting on what an idiot she was for having a doctor make her tits that big. For just this minimum amount of clothing, Candy was already out $100. She only had $200 left. That bra would have to wait. She decided that she ought to head over to her "new" apartment. III. A NEW LIFE Candy decided to forego a taxi as her funds were limited. Not surprisingly, hitch hiking in tight jeans and a tight T shirt, with no bra, did not prove much of a problem. The problem was getting the letch from not touching her. Candy, managed to get to "her" apartment with a minimum of hassles. There she was out $150, just to get by the manager, he needed next week's rent paid in advance since she was a new tenant. With only $50 left, Candy sat down and sighed as she surveyed her surroundings. She was not in a one-bedroom apartment. It was a one-room apartment. The best that could be said was that it at least had its own bathroom, with a bathtub. Candy had seen motel rooms bigger than this place. Then again, this probably was a converted motel to begin with. There was some clothing in the room, but the bulk of it was useless as "new" Candy was not the same size as "old" Candy. Some items would fit but not very many. To both her delight and chagrin all the necessary "lady" items were present. With an inventory completed of the room, Candy sat down on the bed. She reflected on her situation, and then did what she had been doing a lot of since last night, she cried. She even cried about crying, and worried that her hormones were out of control. Her old life didn't look so bad now, the dead end job, was a respectable job, the hateful uncontrollable wife was a sincere love that she had lost, her financial problems were not as bad as she made them out to be, but most of all it had been her life, and now it was stolen from her; perhaps forever. Candy, took the address book out of her purse. She looked at the names of all the John's, her John's. Her crying turned into deep sobbing as she laid on the bed. In between her deep sobs she would reflect on her new female body, and that would make her crying worse as she realized that each and every part was real. She spent a lot of timing thinking about her pussy. She thought about how her pussy would be how she would make a living now. She thought about how unknown men would pay to violate her. Then she started getting mad. She stripped off her clothes and stood naked before the mirror. She looked at the filthy whore that it reflected. She could only see herself from the waist up in the mirror. She got even madder at that. "All I see is a pair of tits. Show me the money maker" she cried angrily to herself. She stepped back from the mirror, but the room wasn't big enough for her to see past her waist in the mirror. "I want to see my pussy" she said through clinched teeth. The mirror just wasn't going to work out, so she looked down. That didn't do any good either. "All I see are fucking tits. I want to see my pussy. The "old" Candy could look down and see her pussy without a problem." she stated and then paused and reflected. "All I see are tits.....All I see are great big tits...old Candy didn't have this problem!...She was different, she didn't have big boobs. Now, all I can see are boobs! Nothing at all like that old Candy....all...all...ALL I SEE ARE TWO OF THE BEST TITS IN THE WORLD!" she screamed and hugger her chest. Candy had just had a revelation. She was Candy. She wasn't the "old" Candy. She was Candy. Just because, Candy, Ernie, Jim, or whoever that asshole was, used to be a whore, didn't mean Candy had to be a whore! So, what would Candy do? "I'll get my fucking life back, that's what I'll do" she muttered to herself as she sat back on the bed. How could she get her life back? First, she would have to survive as Candy. Then she would have to find a way to get her life back. The idea of fucking, until she could fuck "Mr. Right" in order to steal his body, was even more vile a thought than being a whore. That, well, Jim, was a total prick. Candy was not about to become a prick like him, just because those were the rules. From Candy's perspective it was time to write some new rules. Till then, she would need to keep tabs on Jim, so that when she found a way to change back, she would know where her body was! However, the one thing she did know was that Jim wasn't simply going to allow her to get her body back through a simple fuck. That left the quick fix out. So, she had a year to find out a different fix. Well then, back to problem one, how to live as Candy. Hmm...not to crazy about that whore thing, so what could she do? While she did have competence in management, she hadn't looked for a job in 20 years. She started laughing. She was 28 years old. Hadn't looked for a job in 20 years. That was funny. Ok, she would need to be Candy, not Jim, if she was going to make a living for the next year. In a forlorn hope she ripped the apartment apart, and came up with nothing. She had hoped to find some form of educational credentials, but rather found what she already knew, this was a not very well-to-do whore's apartment. Great, she couldn't even proved she graduated high school. She guessed that ruled out brain surgery, or more realistically fields that she was even remotely familiar with. Well, she was 28, she could go back to school. Yeah, go to school, look for a job, and find a way to get changed back; all at the same time. Nope, that wouldn't work. Candy thought some more. If she was going to find out how to be changed back, that would mean research. If she needed to research, that means libraries, books stores, talking to people, when they were available. That kind of work had to be done during the day. Ok, then, she needed a job that will allow day research. That meant she needed a night job, preferably, one that wasn't all night. She also needed one that made enough money to get out of this rat's nest she was in. No, education, living on the wrong side of town, no family (What? She could go back to Jim's family! Hi, Mom, I've changed! Yea, that was a real option), needs to work at night. Hell, she could work in a bottling plant or be a whore. Crap, not a lot of help there. She picked up the address book in hopes of getting some ideas; maybe it listed the jobs of the Johns. First she picked up the book and held it on her lap. She couldn't see it, her tits were in the way. So, she held it up closer to her face. She couldn't hold it at a natural comfortable angle, because her tits were in the way. It slipped out of her hands, and she had to bend at weird angles to look for it, because her tits were in the way. Candy started muttering to herself, "What the hell is it with these tits! I am just a pair of tits! Why the devil did I make them so large? Duh, simple answer I wasn't going to have them, I was going to look at them. Why am I so hard on myself? Like I am, well was, the only guy that likes big tits. There are plenty of guys that like to look at big tits...No shit!..Yea! Look at them! Like in a strip club! Like where the girls can make good money, work at night, and have part of their days free! Oh, man, oh man, oh man, maybe I didn't make you girls big ENOUGH!" Candy then stood and looked in the mirror again. This time with hope in her mind and a smile on her lips. Her life was still a disaster, but maybe, just maybe, it was going to get better. Candy decided she was going to be a stripper. She thought that she should better try a couple of moves, before she went to a strip club to ask for a job. She spent the rest of the day bouncing and jiggling across her apartment. She tried hard to divorce her mind from her body, she worked on trying to turn herself on with all her wiggles and jiggles. Then she started rubbing her nipples. At first it was to make herself look hot, then while she was doing it, she got lost in the why she was doing it, because it felt really good to do. It went beyond good and into orgasmic. Her hips bucked and she started wanting more. Moans escaped from her lips. Her mind got lost in her own passion. Finally, with her hands and fingers she brought on a final satisfying orgasm while at the same time she was sucking on her nipple. Candy found out she had more passion, and eroticism in her than she had suspected. She also found all of her equipment to be in a most satisfying working order. She further realized that her satisfaction could have been greater. That fact she tucked away to the back of her mind. She wasn't sure why she regretted this statement of fact, but she did regret it. Perhaps, it was the follow on thoughts of lap dancing, that made her regret her true feelings. She didn't like the idea of rubbing against men. That would be part of her job too. Then again, it was just rubbing, maybe even not that much. There would be occasional touching of her. There would be a whole lot of being a woman in a man's pleasure business. She steeled herself to that inevitability. Perhaps, that was a reason for fearing that she wanted more out of sex than masturbation? Perhaps, her real fear was enjoyment and loss of her maleself? She decided not to lose perceptive. She was on a mission. A mission to recover herself. If she had some fun along the way, she guessed she would just have to live with it. She giggled at her own silly thoughts and went to sleep. The next day, at 1 pm, Candy went walking (Well, bouncing and jiggling, she was still without a bra.) into the El Dorado Club. She was wearing tight jeans and had squeezed into one of "old" Candy's even tighter T-shirts. Candy was looking to get a job as a stripper and didn't want her "qualifications" over looked. The El Dorado was an upscale strip joint. It was about 4 blocks from the Kit Kat Club and was on the "good" side of town. It was open from 1 pm to 2 am. The cover charge started at 4 pm. "Hey, dancers use the side door." said the Bartender. "I want to see the Manager" said Candy. "Oh, you're the new feature? You are just here for the weekend? Sorry, its just that the boss says you have to use the side door. I wasn't trying to cause any problems. Look, I would like for you to use the front door, but Boss says that the customers can grab the dancers if they try to go through the crowd. We don't want any chance you girls can get hurt. So, its for your own safety." said the Bartender. Candy liked the fact that the first thing that was spoken about was her safety. That had been a concern. Guys just at large grabbing and doing stuff to her. Obviously, this wasn't that type of place. "No, I am not the new feature. My name's, Candy. I am looking for a job. However, you might say I have two features." said Candy with a big smile on her face while briefly glancing at her own chest. The Bartender smiled back, "I guess you do! I am Sam. Boss is in the back, things are still slow. Here, follow me." Sam lead Candy to a backroom. There she meet Bert, who was sipping coffee, the owner of the club. Bert was a nice enough looking fellow, early 50's, balding, gray hair, a bit of a potbelly. He was wearing a suit with open collar and the obligatory gold chains. "Thanks Sam. Now, get back out front. Candy was it? How come they all are Candy? Doesn't matter. So, you here for a job?" said Bert. "I am your new stripper" said Candy. "Well, you look like you got the bod, kid. Where have you worked? That is some very nice work, they look real. How much did they cost?" said Bert. "They are real." said Candy. "Yea, right, sure. They all say that. Its no big deal. Look I happen to like the fake ones. They are firm, they stand up, and don't lose their shape. They also don't hang half way down the girls chest before they start to fill out." said Bert. Candy felt she was losing Bert's interest. What was she suppose to do, argue the second she met her potential boss? This was an upscale club. It was not a dive. It also could be the kind of place that might just turn her down, if she didn't make the right impression, and make that impression fast. Candy gave Bert a very big smile, then she removed her shirt. She cupped her breasts from the base and squeezed forward. Then she rocked her chest back and forth as her huge breasts frolicked to and fro. She leaned forward towards Bert and made them dance in circles while she wiggled. She moaned, "Oh, Bert" and laid briefly on the floor where a good portion of her breasts slid off her chest to the side. She stood again and lifted each breast with her hands. Each breast was larger than her hand and she held them in such a way as her hands had disappeared underneath her large breasts. Her large nipples were now hard, and were pushing up towards Bert's face. "Bert they are nice, aren't they? Isn't that more important than real or fake?" said Candy. Bert said nothing, but reached toward her breasts. Candy quickly struck his hand down. "I am looking for a job here. That's it." said Candy. Bert pulled his hand back and smiled. "Well, a lady with class. Look you remember you gotta have class to work in my club. No class no work. Nobody touches you either. Nobody touches you for two reasons. One, I don't employ sluts. Two, its against the law. But, fuck number two. I don't employ sluts. You wanna be a slut? You wanna sell blow-jobs between acts, you go somewhere else, you got that?" said Bert. "Does that mean I have a job?" asked Candy. "Hey, you bet your ass you gotta job! Now, between you and me. Those real or fake? They look and acted real, but you are big, Honey." said Bert. "Nope, all real. Grew them myself. It was a bit of a surprise that I got'em this big, but can't say I didn't ask for it." said a smiling Candy. "Ok, so where have you worked?" asked Bert. Candy sat down, and gave a big sigh. "The truth is, I have never been a stripper before. I am really down on my luck and figured I had two ways to make a decent leaving. The two ways were the left one and the right one." said Candy. "Honey, I'll tell you the truth too. I don't hire no talent, walk in off the street, stripper wanna bees." said Bert. Candy grabbed her shirt. She pulled it one as she started for the door. "SIT BACK DOWN. I said, I don't hire no talents. Honey, you got yourself a job. Not only that, but, I want it known you were discovered here by me. You my dear are a natural. You are also going to need an agent. Which, I just so happen to also be, thank you very much." said Bert with a smirk. "Time out. Too convenient. Too many things rolled into one. You think I just fell off the turnip truck?" said Candy. "Oh, crap. Look, Honey, here, you take my card. You call around. You check Bert Jones out. I am a legit agent. You haven't heard of me, because you ain't a stripper yet. And unless you got an act, you AIN'T A STRIPPER. Sure, you are a babe with a bod, and that's money, but you ain't a stripper. I'll get you trained. I'll do a lot of stuff. Look, you don't even have to worry about signing me as your agent yet. It can wait. Let's just talk work if you want." said Bert. "Well, how much and when can I start?" asked Candy. "Ok, we say $210 a night, you get three sets. We can go five nights a week. I don't want you on the weekend against the features I am bringing in. Frankly, you will embarrass some of them in the physical aspect departments. I will throw in 30/70 split for you to work tables between sets and 50% lap dance." said Bert. "Other than I get $210 a night, I haven't the faintest idea of what you just said." replied Candy. Bert was so tickled he spit out his coffee. "Honey, you pay me $210 a night. You are renting the stage. You work for tips. When you talk to guys between set's you get them to buy drinks. On the drinks they buy you 70% I keep and you get a kick back of 30%, and your drink is free, but then again, your drink will be non-alcoholic, but at the regular price. The going rate for lap dances at my club is $50. You get $25 and I get $25." said Bert. "I thought I got paid?" said Candy. "Hello, yes you do. Its called tips. Honey, you are going to be clearing 5 bills a night I bet. But, I have a business. Its got to stay in business. Bert no turn a profit, Bert no have a club. Now, you would like Bert to have a club?" said Bert in very annoying baby talk. "I didn't know." said Candy. "Ok, what kind of costume do you have? We'll need to discuss a lighting setup and also music. You got a straight CD you perform to or some customized digital track you made up?" said Bert. "I...I...I...I thought I could come in here and find a job. Look, I got $25 to my name. Other than knowing guys will pay to see me naked, and knowing some fundamental things they would like to see me wiggle and jiggle, I haven't a clue here. I got some piece of crap dive I am living in the other side of town. I can't pay you any money, I don't have a costume, and I don't have any music." said Candy dejectedly. "And that's why you need an agent!...wait" said Bert. He then moved next to Candy and lifted her face to face him. He looked from side to side. Then he stared close to her mouth. "The bastard hit you, didn't he?" said Bert. "Its nothing. He's gone now. I just need to get my life in order." said Candy. "A babe like you, haven't danced before, bruise on the face, desperate to make a living too; yea, I got it. Honey, FUCK HIM. You got Bert now. You got me as an agent and manager, gratis for now. We are going to get you back up on your feet, and make a first class stripper out of you. You just let old Bert take care of everything." said Bert. These had been the only nice words anybody had said to Candy in days. It was as though a million pounds had been lifted off her shoulders. She grabbed Bert and hugged him, "Thank you" she said through her tears. Bert hugger her back and patted her head. "Its ok Honey. 'Ol Bert's going to make things better." Over the next few days Bert worked with her to get costumes and some training on moves from an older stripper. By the end of the week Candy was back stage waiting for the girl in front of her to finish. It was the night of her debut. Bert was by her side. "Bert, I think I am going to puke." said Candy. "Look, Honey, you aren't going puke. You are going to be perfect! You got a lot of rough edges. But, they won't care! They want to see Candy Two Cups. They want you topless and jiggling on that stage. You can do that, you will get better in time. Just go out and have fun." said Bert. "I am scared. I know what to do, but this doesn't feel right!" Candy was concerned not only from a stage fright perspective, but it just didn't feel right to be ogled by men, if it had been women, well it wasn't women. Bert said nothing. He smiled at Candy, pushed her gently against the wall and started massaging her large breasts. "Hey!....Oh....hmmmm" said Candy as the sudden change and grabbing of her tits focused her attention on her large breasts and her very sensitive nipples. It really did feel good as he gently rubbed her breasts. She laid her head against the wall and moaned. The speakers in the club were blaring "And here for the first time anywhere, on any stage is Candy Two Cups!" "You were suppose to slap my hands back! Never mind, it worked anyway, now go knock 'em dead kid!" said Bert as he stood back with a big smile. "YOU DOG! You just did that to get my mind off being scared! Thanks Bert!" said a smiling Candy as she headed out into the spot light. The music was blaring as Candy strutted out onto the stage. There was a delicious bounce to each of her steps as her breasts jiggled. Candy was dressed in a tight green sweater and a mid length knee high tight skirt. Actually, Candy was in street clothes. A nice sexy tight outfit, but street clothes none the less. She was on a limited income until she had earned some real money and getting her clothes to do double duty was simply an efficient cost cutting measure on her part. On the other hand, the crowd was going wild. Candy had played up this school-marmish effect, and had her hair back in a bun and was wearing non-functional glasses as well. The music was blaring out "School's out for summer" as Candy wobbled out to center stage. Before the next chorus her glasses were off and her hair was let down with a long shake of her head. That did create a funny moment. Candy had hair long enough that by rotating her head and body just right it would make a long beautiful arch as it circled around her. She had started that routine, but leaned forward a tad too far. She was still not accustomed to all the weight on her chest and did a dive into the floor. Fortunately, she caught herself and turned the dive into a push up. She then turned the push-up rapidly into a squatting position as she brought her legs underneath herself. Then while holding the bottom of her sweater she pulled it up higher as she stood. By the time she was up right the sweater cleared her head and went to the back of the stage with the flick of a wrist. Her H cup bra was seen to be over flowing with all natural Candy. She then strutted around the stage to the music with her breasts giving a delightful jiggle and show of their own with each of her steps. Coming back to the center of the stage she undid, and stepped out of her dress. By now the crowd was cheering and yelling for more of Candy in her bra and thong panties. Candy rushed to the crowd and then landed on all fours as she slid across the stage. She stopped right at the tip line with her breasts almost in one customer's face. He reached forward and she pulled back. She stood waving her finger at him, in a mock scolding. Then she reached to the front of her bra and unclasped it. In time with the music, first she flashes each breast, and then removed her bra, throwing it to the man she had scolded. The crowd screamed. Candy wobbled her chest for them. She bent over and wiggled them. She held each breast from underneath with the palm of her hand and walked around the stage. She went back to the tip line and now placed the scolded man's face between her breasts. She jiggled too and fro, she entertained the customers, Candy was a success! Candy took her tips and blew a kiss from the end of the stage as she finished her act. Bert met her just behind the stage. "I think I have me a winner!" said Bert. "Oh, wow, that was a lot easier than I thought. Did you see them. The power. Oh, wow, I mean wow. The power I had! What a rush! Can I go out again, right now?" gasped an excited and giddy Candy. "If you want about three other girls to bust your arm, sure go right ahead," said Bert. "Oh" said Candy. "Yea, it can be a real trip for some girls. I guess you are one. I wouldn't think a girl like you had ever suffered from lack of attention? No matter. Now you have to go mingle with the customers. Some lap dances, some drinks, even some plain talk. Go work the room, Honey, it's an hour and a half before your next set. Yea, speaking of sets, you better go talk to the guy you gave your bra to, or are you doing the other sets without one?" said Bert. Candy turned white. It was that moment, not when she was on stage, that she realized she was near naked. She realized she was standing there casually chatting topless and in thong panties. If it wasn't for that zoning ordinance she would have been standing there naked! Crap, she thought to herself. She had to go do just like Bert said. Now, she had to go make these guys think she was a woman, and she cared about them. Inside Jim was crying out. He knew he wasn't a she. He also knew that if he ever was going to be himself again, he would have to work at being a she, so his plan to regain himself could come to fruition. Besides, the rules were still no touching. Grinding her teeth in frustration to the reality, Candy went to "work" on the floor. The night concluded with Candy several hundred dollars richer. It also concluded with an education for Candy. While it was true some guys wanted Candy, the air head bimbo to talk to, a lot of guys just wanted someone to talk to. The more Candy quit pretending to be a girl, and the more she just relaxed, the better a lot of the guys seemed to like her. She even got in a conversation with one guy over the new Peterbuilt 1200 due to come out of prototype work next year. At the same time it was not an education, rather it was what she expected. She was just "rented tits" to a lot of the guys. She did have to slap hands, and a bouncer was called one time. The lap dances she had done with her eyes closed and thinking of other things. Though her tits and stripping excited them, she just wasn't much of a lap dancer. She even stepped on one poor guy's foot. Didn't matter though her tits were enough. She ended the night with mixed feelings. She gave a sigh of relief that she could carry out this life style. Her whore days were over before they had started. It was time to start on the next phase. In a few days it would be time to get the information she needed to get her body back. IV. THE LIBRARY Dawn came early that day (Gee, when doesn't it?). Candy had been up late and slept in. Her alarm went off at about noon. She had gotten into a routine of getting up at 11 am, but today, she was just a tad late. She got up and fixed herself a light breakfast. Then she left her apartment. Oh, she wanted to leave the apartment for good. A dive on the wrong side of town. She looked at the money in her purse from the night before. No, she wouldn't have to stay here, but she would have to stay here until she had enough money for a decent place. She then had a happy thought. She thought maybe she wouldn't need to move, maybe she could get the information she needed and get her body back right away. She knew that wasn't likely today, but someday, and with that happy thought she headed to the library. It was a big imposing library. Maybe it was too big a library? Candy promptly got lost in the reference section. She was in the "w's", somewhere. She was trying to find material on wishes. She was standing facing the book case. A young woman came walking down the aisle. She said excuse me, and Candy stood back. It didn't make much of a difference the aisle was too narrow, and Candy's boobs stuck out way too far. Candy blushed beat red when she realized her boobs were blocking the woman's path. "Oh, my God. I am sorry. Here let me turn." stammered out Candy. The woman started to laugh. "No, its ok. I wish I had your problem. I have been flat all my life." Candy had turned to face the book face and had actually crammed her boobs up on a shelf. It then struck her what she was doing and she started laughing as well. When Candy back away from the bookshelf her boobs bounced down to her chest and gave a slight wobble. Both women looked at her chest and fell over laughing. "I don't know what's so funny over there, but you keep it down Ms. Kreps" cried the head librarian. "Oh, fuck her" said Julie Krebs under her breath. Candy heard that and gave another chuckle and then covered her mouth. "Oh, I am sorry, I am getting you in trouble" said Candy. "She's just a dried up toad that needs a man" replied Julie. Candy giggled again and then put out her hand, "Hi, I am Candy." Julie smiled and took her hand and looked right at her chest, "I bet you are!" Both women started uncontrolled giggling again. "No, I am sorry, would you like some coffee? We could go to the breakroom. I am Julie. Julie Krebs" said Julie. Both women smiled and controlled their giggles as they managed to make it over to the breakroom. "Candy, what brings you here?" said Julie. "I was looking for a book" said Candy. "Oh, and you choose the library! Wow, are you sure you aren't blond that was a real reach! What book?" said Julie. "Hey, be nice. I will cut you some slack because you don't have twin brain amplification modules like me!" said Candy as she stuck out her chest. Both girls laughed again. "I have always dreamed of having a chest. Not one that big. But a chest of some kind. Is it ok if I ask where you had them done?" asked Julie. "Julie, they are real." said Candy. "Nnno!" said Julie. "Yup, 100% all me." said Candy. "It must have been a nightmare for you as a kid growing up." said Julie. "Well, you might say I developed them late in life" said Candy honestly. "Your so big. How long did you take to get that size?" asked Julie. "Hmm....It seemed like over night." said Candy. "But, but, do you like being that big?" asked Julie. "You might say that I asked for them this big. But, they are part of who I am now." said Candy. "Well, you think some of that over night stuff can wear off on me? I don't even fill an A cup." said Julie a little dejected. "Honey, be careful what you wish for. Oh, that reminds me. I was looking for a book on wishing. Do you know where I could find one?" said Candy. Julie helped Candy find several books on the subject. It also came to pass that the two of them really hit it off. It was almost as an after thought as Candy was leaving the Library that Julie remarked she was looking for a roommate. She went on to say she was desperate to find a roommate. The rent was do, and having not had a roommate for the last two months, she just did not have the money to pay this month's rent. She asked if Candy knew anybody, they should talk. Candy smiled and told Julie how she was desperately looking to move. Julie said the place wasn't much, but it was in a nice area and safe. That was all Candy really wanted to hear. She smiled and even produced cash out of her purse when Julie said what her split of the rent would be. Julie was at the end of her shift at the Library. They got in her car and moved what little Candy called hers to Julie's apartment. The move didn't take too long. Julie was impressed that Candy seemed only to want to take reference material. She was leaving all the sleazy things that made up the apartment. "But, you are leaving all this stuff?" said Julie, hoping the stuff would really be left. "What this crap? This dump is a dump. It was all here when I got here, and here it will remain. Good riddance to bad rubbish" said Candy as she put items in the car. "Oh, you really liked it here?" laughed Julie, closing the car door. "Shut-up and drive!" giggled Candy back. Julie did have a nice apartment, in a nice neighborhood. Candy was very happy with her new surroundings, especially in light of what her old apartment had been like. It didn't take long for Candy to unpack. After all of about 30 minutes, including the trips to the car, she was finished. The two girls sat on the couch. "Oh, look at the time! I have to get ready to go to work." said Candy. "Ah...gee, we were getting along so well, I didn't even think to ask. What kind of work do you do? You working a swing shift?" asked Julie. Candy smiled, "In a manner of speaking, I am an exotic dancer." "NO, REALLY? I am not surprised, just look at your build, but, NO, are you really a stripper?" said Julie. "No, I am an exotic dancer. It just looks like stripping when I take my clothes off!" laughed Candy. "Come on; you really are?" said Julie. "I do need to get ready for work. I work at the El Dorado. If you really don't believe me, how about you give me a ride to work? You could come in and watch me if you want?" said Candy. Julie's face lost a bit of color, "Ah, no thanks. I don't think I really want to be going in a strip club; but I will give you a ride to work." "That would be great! But, right now I need to go shower, and get ready." said Candy. Candy had showered and was attempting to get her hair done, and make up applied. The door to the bathroom was open, and she had a towel wrapped around her body. "Look, I know its not good roommate etiquette. I know we have to give each other space. However, girlfriend, you are just plain doing your hair and makeup weird!" said Julie. Candy panicked on the inside. She knew she was on the verge of being found out for being Jim. She knew she had no idea how to actually be a woman, even though she was a woman. She thought for a second. If she told Julie the truth, she'd think she was crazy. "You are right. I don't do this very good." Candy said with a real pout. "I don't understand?" said Julie. "You could say I haven't been a girl very long." said Candy. "Great, now I don't understand at all!" said Julie. "I am just recently in town. Before that, all my life I had only lived as a man...er...ah..no...around men. It just seemed like as a man. Mom died when I was little. We lived way up in the hills in the south part of the state. Dad was one of those cult type of people. We lived in a commune with everybody being treated and acting the same. We didn't have any concept of makeup, hair styling or other aspects of being a woman. It was not a happy life, and I knew there had to be better. Then a couple of weeks ago we had some government men come into our farm. I saw that as my opportunity to escape, and I went away with them. So, the truth is, I don't really know about makeup and hair care." said Candy. "Oh my" said Julie. Candy held her breath. Was Julie going to buy this whopper? "You poor thing! Let me show you." said Julie. Candy let out a sigh of relief and listened closely as Julie began brushing her hair and telling her what she need to do with it. She then helped Candy with her makeup. They chit chatted and enjoyed this time together. It dawned on Candy that she had just gained a mentor. That night at the club Bert commented on how much better her hair looked, he also said that he liked her wearing less makeup than she had over the last few nights night. Candy did even better the next night at the El Dorado. She was getting good at her act. This was not her intention though. This life was merely a vehicle for her to get her body back. However, she did enjoy the thrill on stage, and the conversations she was holding. She even had her disgust of lap dances reined in to where it was no longer disgust, but toleration. V. THE SEARCH Candy had her "life" on an acceptable course, for now. That course was meant to get her back to being Jim. The next step was to use her free time to research this entire "wish" matter. She began a highly motivated research. Julie had been very helpful in the books she had suggested at the library. These books helped Candy initially in a negative way. They were vehicles to exclude what the "wish" was not. It wasn't a curse as it was striking with no warning to random people. Curses were not intended to be surprises to victims, let alone random victims. The books excluded witchcraft as a possibility. Leprechauns were surprisingly excluded as well. At this point Candy was laughing to herself about how diligently she was reading and believing in mystical creatures and occult powers. She snapped back to reality when she felt her breasts were rubbing against the desktop with each of her laughs. Em