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BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR... by J R D Sal Lewis placed the money from the customer's purchase in the register. As the customer, a pretty blonde barely out of her teens, left, she bumped into Leonard Jones, the manager of Haley's, the store where they both worked (a kind of small town version of Sears or JCPenny's). Sal watched as the woman struck up a conversation with the handsome man. It wasn't long before the woman was slipping a card into Leonard's breast pocket. After she left, Leonard came over to the register, pulled the card out of his pocket, and said, "Want a phone number?" Sal gave a short laugh. "Thanks, but I don't think she'd like that much. Expecting a phone call from you, but getting a phone call from me. How do you do that?" "Must be the," Leonard, or Leo to his friends and colleagues, struck a weight lifter's pose and deepened his voice, "animal magnetism." Sal just smiled. Leo, at 6'4" and 240 pounds (all muscle) could easily have been mistaken for an amateur weight lifter. But constantly played down his manly physique. He was one of those guys who had the looks and body to be a real asshole, but enough humility to be a real friend to every one he met. Sal, on the other hand, was an opposite to Leo in almost every way. He stood only 5'4", and had never weighed more than 150 pounds in his life. His personality was also the opposite to Leo's. Not that anyone would ever have accused Sal of being an asshole, but where Leo was open and outgoing, Sal was shy and withdrawn, barely having the courage to ask customers if they needed help when they walked in the store. "So why don't you call the lady up?" Sal asked. "Clearly she was interested, and definitely a looker." "Tell you the truth, I'm just not interested in girls like that. I prefer my women shy and demure. Nothing turns me on more than to notice a girl noticing me from across a room, then, when she notices that I've noticed, she suddenly averts her eyes. Girls forward enough to approach me and shove business cards in my pocket just kind of turn me off." Sal sighed. "Ironic. Girls are constantly approaching you like that, and it turns you off. I would love to have a girl approach me like that, but most won't even give me a second glance. Just once, I wish a girl would approach me and, despite my shyness, make me have sex with her." "Well, you know what they say." "What's that?" "Be careful what you wish for. You might just get it." "Yeah, right." "Hey, I know you're getting off now, but I noticed your car wasn't in the employee section of the parking lot. Having car problems? Gonna need a ride home? I'm not getting off till close, but I am going to make the run with the mid-day bank deposit in about an hour if you want to wait." "Naw, no car troubles. I just felt like jogging to work today. Thanks, anyways." "Sure, no problem." When Janice, his mid-day replacement, arrived, Sal went in back, changed into his sweats, threw his work clothes in a backpack, had a quick cup of coffee, and set off to home. While jogging by the park, Sal realized that the last cup of coffee was a mistake, when his bladder started to let him know that it was "time to go". Luckily the park had a public bathroom, so Sal quickly ran in, opened his pants, whipped his dick out and let fly. As the pressure relieved, Sal heard someone walk into the bathroom. Out of curiosity, he took a quick look, and stopped cold. It was a girl! In the men's room! Sal was too flabbergasted to say anything as the girl walked right into the bathroom as if she owned the place. Sal just stared as the beauty (5'8", with D tits) walked right up to the other urinal (there were only two and one stall), unzipped her jeans, and pulled out a dick of her own! Sal was stunned to the point where he couldn't even move, including not being able to look away. Sal only stood there in amazement as the woman (he still couldn't think of her as a guy, despite the evidence right in front of his face) relieved herself into the urinal. After she was finished, she turned to him and said, "Take it in hand.""Uhm, uh, excuse me?" "You get such a kick out of watching me pee? Take it in hand and shake it for me." "I... I don't think-" "That's right. Don't think." She took his hand and put it on her dick. "Just obey." Sal, with an almost unconscious action, shook the last bits of urine from the tip of the girl's dick. Then she said, "Now fondle it a bit." Without even thinking about it, Sal started stroking the meat in his hand. It quickly grew hard, and hard it was almost 9 inches long. It was incredibly thin for a dick. Sal guessed that, in terms of mass, it was probably about the same as his own average 6 incher. "Mmmm, you've got a nice hand." She grasped the back of his head, pulled his face to hers, and kissed him. She made it clear that she was the aggressor, as she forced her tongue deep into his mouth. "And a sweet mouth, as well. Let's give it a try." Sal quickly realized what she wanted, as she forced him to his knees before her, and started to protest, "I... I don't... Not out here, in public." She stopped and thought about it. "Perhaps you're right." She took him by the arm and dragged him to the stall. She forced him to kneel before her, and said, "There. Now no one will suspect you're sucking a girl's dick. They'll just think you're sucking a dick." "But-" "Hush, boy!" She pressed her dick to his mouth. "Now suck." Sal opened his mouth only slightly, and the girl shoved into him. Tears came to his eyes as her ramrod bumped against the back of his throat. "Relax," she said. "Don't make this harder than it is." Sal closed his eyes and tried to relax, but as he felt the woman's dick start to slide down his throat, his gag reflex kicked in. The woman immediately pulled back, just a little, and said, "Don't worry, hun. We'll keep trying until you get it right." She tried again and again, getting a little further each time. It was somewhere after a dozen times when Sal felt the button on her jeans press against his nose. He opened her eyes and saw the fabric of her blouse right in front of his eyes. He heard her say, "Congratulations! You did it." And, strangely enough, Sal felt proud, prouder even than when he made Employee of the Month for the first time. "Now," she said, "stick your tongue out, into my pants. You'll get a nice, little taste treat." Sal wondered what she meant, but obeyed the woman's command. He slid his tongue out along the length of her dick, into her pants, felt the elastic of her panties, and slid his tongue behind it. He expected to touch her balls at any moment, when he felt his tongue slide into a moist slit. He was, once more, shocked. The woman had a dick and a cunt! Sal felt hands on the top of his head as the woman started to move him back and forth on her. He thanked god for his long tongue, for it allowed him to keep at least the tip of it in her cunt as she moved him up and down on her dick. Sal actually did his best to lick and stroke her cunt and dick as well as possible. It only took a few seconds before the woman pulled him almost all the way off her dick and started spraying into his mouth. What she was spraying was thinner than he expected, but actually had a nice taste to it. He looked up and she smiled down on him. She reached down and, in one smooth motion, lifted him up and set him on the toilet seat. Quickly, quicker than Sal thought possible, she took off her pants and panties, and unbuttoned her blouse. She came over, straddled him, and lowered herself on to him. It was then that Sal realized that his dick (now rock hard) had been hanging out from earlier when he had been using the bathroom. He moaned as he felt her wet cunt ensheath his rod. She pulled him to her bosom, and buried his face in her cleavage. His hands took their place on her back, and he started moving her up and down atop him, while licking and sucking her tits. They continued to move together, until they exploded in simultaneous orgasm. Sal collapsed back on the toilet seat. He felt the girl get off of him. After a few seconds, he managed to open his eyes. The girl was already dressed, and at the door to the stall. Just before she left, she turned back to him, winked, and said, "Don't forget to put that thing away before you leave." Sal watched her leave the stall, then watched her legs under the door, until she was out of sight. He then tried to leap up, but his backpack (which had somehow managed to stay on throughout the event) had gotten caught up on the toilet's plumbing. He fought with it a bit, before getting out of it. Then he leapt up, stuffed his dick in his pants, and ran outside. Unfortunately the girl was long gone, so Sal went back inside, got his backpack, and jogged home. That night, he dreamed strange, erotic dreams of being dominated by that same beautiful hermaphrodite. ********** TWO DAYS LATER... Sal was working the women's department that day. Haley's, unlike the national chains it emulated, wasn't big enough to afford a regular person for every department, so the sales staff (since some positions were choicer than others) rotated through different "meta-departments", and Sal, being the non- confrontational type he was, gladly worked the women's department on his turn, and, in fact, knew more about this post (and every other in the store) than almost anyone in the store. The women's department contained lingerie, women's wear (dresses, skirts, blouses, women's pants and suits, etc.), and women's accessories (belts, purses, jewelry, make-up, etc.). On the weekend, when sales could allow it, there were two people to handle everything, but today, it was just Sal. Sal was leaning on the counter next to the register reminiscing about the strange woman, when Leo snapped him out of his reverie saying, "Hey, dude, what's up?" When Sal literally jumped up, Leo said, "What's up with you? You've been in an almost perpetual daydream for the last couple days." Sal let his heart settle down a bit, before sighing and turning to face Leo. "It's just... I met this incredible woman." "Good for you! What's her name?" "That's just it. I don't know." "You don't know her name?" "I met her when I was jogging home a couple days ago. I had to use the bathroom at Monument Park, and she just walked right in." "In the men's room?" "Uh-huh. Then she made me do strange, exotic things. But then, she just walked away without telling me her name." "Woah. Sounds like you got your wish." "Yeah. Now I just wish I could see her again." "Well, you know what they say." "Yeah, yeah, I know. Be careful what you wish for." Leo smiled. "You got a customer. Lingerie." As Leo walked away, Sal turned. The woman was behind a rack of lingerie, and Sal could barely see her heels. He walked over and prepared his usual, "Can I help you?" but was stopped cold when she walked out. It was HER! The park woman! She looked up at him, and, not seeming to notice who he was, asked, "Hello, do you work here?" Sal could barely nod. "I was wondering, could you recommend a good brand of lingerie? I'm afraid I'm not familiar with any of these brands." Sal stared at her dumbfounded. Did she really not know who he was? Or was she just maintaining some kind of aloof decorum? He finally shook himself out of his wonderment and proceeded to go into detail about the various brands they kept in stock. After he was finished, she picked a few panties from the more expensive brands. She draped them over his arms, and asked, "Would you give me a hand? I'd like to compare myself with these in the dressing room mirrors." Before he could even respond, she gave him a slight push towards the dressing room. But, in his near befuddlement, that slight push had the same force as if it had been delivered by a world-class weight lifter. Sal just walked along beside her, until they entered the dressing room. She then took the lingerie from him, and tossed it on the bench. She then grabbed Sal under his arms, picked him up,slammed him against the wall, and plastered their lips together. After they broke, she gently lowered him to the floor. He was about to say something, but she pressed her fingers to his lips. "Shhhh. If you want more of what we did the other day, don't say a word." She remembered him! Somehow that pleased him more than it should have. But, not wanting to disrupt this (he wanted it so badly), he said nothing. She unsnapped and unzipped his pants, dropping them to the floor. Then, while pulling his briefs down his legs, she went to her knees before him and gently licked him like he had never been licked before. When he was rock hard, she told him, "Close your eyes." He did as commanded, and felt her lift his leg out of his pants, then set it back down. As she repeated the process with the other leg, he felt a fabric drawn tight around his legs. She slowly pulled whatever it was up his legs. It had a soft, sensuous feel, with an airiness that felt good on his legs. She brought it up to his crotch and wrapped it around his ass and balls, leaving his cock hanging over the top of the elastic. She stood up beside him, lifted her skirt, and dropped it over his dick. She pressed her crotch to his, grinding their dicks together, hers still in it's silken sheath, his in whatever it was. The grinding, combined with that sensuous feeling around his balls, was driving him insane, and soon, he was spraying into the underside of her skirt. When they broke, and she pulled away, he looked down to see what it was. He was only slightly surprised to find that it was a pair of panties, lacy ones at that. She stepped behind him, took him in her arms, and started rubbing his chest from behind. She pulled their bodies together, rubbing her tits to his back, and her crotch to his ass. It wasn't long before Sal was rubbing back against her, wanting to enhance the sensation in any way possible. He felt the panties between them (both hers, and the ones on him) slide down. He felt her pull back a little, then felt her dick at his ass. He protested, "Wait... I don't-" But she silenced him with a single, "Shhhh." Then she started to push into him. He thought that it would be incredibly painful (particularly without lubrication), but, although there was some pain, her dick was thin enough that it wasn't anywhere near as bad as he thought it would be. She continued to push and push until their hips touched. She waited only briefly before she began to pump in him, going in and out. Sal thought he'd have to just grin and bear it, but, after just a bit, the pain became one more sensation to add to the erotic pleasure he was feeling, and he started to help with his own sodomy, pushing back against her with every thrust she made. It only took a few minutes before they were cumming together once more. After he came, Sal went weak in the knees. The woman helped him to the bench, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. The woman then left the dressing room. Sal quickly pulled himself together. He had to get that woman's name and number! He almost ran out into the shop with nothing on but the panties and his shirt, but realized what he was dressed in, just before doing so. He quickly looked around and found his pants, but his briefs were missing. All the lingerie, and, of course, the panties he was still wearing, were there, but his underwear was gone! Not wanting to delay any longer than necessary, he stuffed his dick into the panties, pulled on his pants, and ran out to the store. But the woman was gone! The only sign that she had ever been there was the money on top of the register. Checking it Sal noticed it was exactly the amount needed for the panties he wore. On the top bill was the message, "For your gift." And, damn it, he still didn't know her name! ********** LATER THAT DAY... Sal sat on his couch at home, bushed. They had had a sudden rush of customers during the last couple hours before closing, and Sal was exhausted. He had come right home, grabbed a soda out of the fridge, sat down on the couch, and turned on the TV. He was thinking about that strange woman who had so dominated his life after only two visits. He thought to himself, "I wish I knew who she was." Almost immediately thereafter, he could hear Leo's voice saying, "Be careful what you wish for." He was just starting to recover from the day's exertions when he heard a knock on the door. "Who could that be?" he thought as he looked at his watch. "It's almost 11 PM." He got up, opened the door, and stood there, stunned, as SHE walked in. "Oh, good, I got the right place," she said as she strode past him. He stood there and stared as the girl looked around. "Nice place. Small, but kind of cozy." She sat on the couch. "So, are you going to offer a lady a drink?" Sal stood there for a few seconds before shaking his head, and saying, "Uh, yeah, soda okay?" "Don't you have anything stronger?" "I'm afraid not. I... don't handle alcohol real well." "Well, if sodas are all you have, they'll have to do." Sal went into the kitchen, poured a soda into a glass, and brought it out to her. As she sipped the soda, he asked, "Not that I'm complaining, but how did you find me?" She reached into the purse she had, and fished out a card. Sal looked at the card. It was one of the cards the store sprung for. All it said was his name, "SALESCLERK", and the name of the store. "Well, once I had your name from this card, it was a simple matter to get your number and address from the phone book." Sal was somehow strangely pleased that she would make even this simple effort to find him. She put the card back in her purse, and set the glass of soda on the coffee table. She pulled Sal to her and proceeded to French him. Sal felt all his resistance melt away, and she started to push him backwards. Sal almost allowed himself to be pushed onto his back, but managed to pull it together, broke the lip lock and said, "Wait a minute," and shook his head. "Who are you? Where did you come from? Where did you get...?" Sal nodded his head towards her crotch. In a sultry voice, she asked, "Is that really important?" and tried to press her lips back to his. He stiffened up his arms between them. "Yes. I'm sorry, but you drive me crazy, and I can't go on not knowing." She smiled. "But could you go on not knowing, if knowing meant you couldn't go on?" "What... What do you mean?" "What if I were to tell you that I will answer all your questions, but after I did so, I'd walk out the door never to return. Then would you still insist on knowing my secrets?" Sal almost broke down. "Please..." "That's not an answer. Would you still insist on knowing all my secrets if it meant losing me forever?" Tears came to Sal's eyes. "Please..." "Would you still insist on knowing all my secrets if it meant losing me forever?" Sal turned his head down, unable to face her. He sobbed, "No." He felt her hand on his chin, and she turned his face to her. "My name is Charity." She kissed him. "And I don't intend to leave you quite yet." Sal almost broke down again. "Oh, thank you!" "I come from Capitol City. I'm in town visiting friends. As for where I got my dick, I was born with it." "Well, why didn't you get rid of it when you got a cunt?" She smiled an amused smile. "You're thinking of a transsexual, a person with the soul of one sex, but the body of the other. I am a fully functional hermaphrodite. I was born this way, with both a cunt and a dick." "But... are you a man or a woman? Inside, I mean." "You know, I don't think I could really be called either. Like my body, my soul is part female, part male. There are times when I feel very female. And there are other times when I feel very male." Sal looked down shame-faced. "And you were feeling male when you saw me that first time?" He felt her hand on his face. "On the contrary, lover. I was feeling very female that day." Sal looked at her, confused. "But... the way you treated me. Both then and today." "Oh, admittedly, I was feeling rather dominant, but don't confuse dominance with gender. You can be a dominant female or a dominant male. That day I was a very dominant female, looking for a submissive male. And when I saw you, I decided to take a chance." She leaned in close, till their faces were almost touching. She whispered, "To be honest, Sal, our meetings, both of them, were kismet, total chance. But when I saw you in the park I thought you could be what I needed. And then I left you because I didn't feel it would be fair to you to continue further. But then, when I stopped in your store to have a bite at the cafe there, and saw you, I just got so excited. You see, there are times when I really need a submissive male lover." She started rubbing his crotch. "Could you do that for me? Could you be my submissive lover, Sal?" Sal nodded, and whispered, "Yes." Charity smiled, unzipped his pants and reached in. "I see you're still wearing my gift." Not wanting to disturb the moment, Sal didn't tell her that it was only because he had gotten so busy that he had forgotten he was wearing them. She leaned over and kissed him, pushing him onto his back at the same time. She undid his pants, and pulled them from his body. She pulled his panties down, and started stroking his dick Sal moaned. "Charity, could I... could I see you naked?" Charity just smiled. "Unbutton my blouse," she commanded. Sal tentatively reached up and unbuttoned her blouse. "Now, remove it for me." Sal slid the blouse off her shoulders, and off her arms. "Now remove my bra." Sal reached behind her, as she leaned forward. As he unhooked the bra, she shoved his face into her cleavage, where he used his long tongue to its best, licking and stroking the valley between her globes. "Oh, Sal, your tongue is so marvelous. I must've been standing under my lucky star when I found you." Sal was pleased that she was so proud of him. "Thanks." "Shhhh, no talking. Just lick." Sal continued to lick as he slid Charity's bra from her body. After he tossed the bra to the side, Charity moved his hand to the zipper on her skirt. He slid it down, and she stood up just enough so that her skirt could slide off. She then sat back down so Sal could continue to lick her now bare breasts. After a few seconds, Charity was panting and moaning with lust. Suddenly Charity pushed Sal away, then stood in front of him. "Okay," she said, "it's time for the final revelation. Take my panties off." Sal sat up. From the bulge in her panties, he could tell that she was already highly excited. He reached up, and slowly pulled the panties down. He was erotically pleased when her stiff rod sprang up in front of his face. He pulled the panties down to her ankles. She lifted her left leg from the panties, and brought her foot up to his face. "Take off my shoe." Sal slowly removed the shoe, then kissed her foot. He was amazed as he did it, but it just seemed so natural, so... right. After he was finished, he looked up, and, judging from the smile on Charity's face, she thought so, too. She then lifted her other foot, and allowed him to repeat the process, including kiss. Then she stepped back, and wearing nothing but her stockings asked, "What do you think?" Sal looked her over carefully, from her brown hair, down her beautiful face, over her beautiful tits and stomach, at her sexy crotch (and her dick only added to its sexiness), and finally along her beautiful legs. He was amazed. Despite what she had said about being part man and part woman, the ONLY part of her that looked at all male was her 9 inches of meat. He looked up into her eyes and said, "You are SO incredible!" She took her dick in hand, stepped up to him, and waved it in front of his face. "Show me how incredible." He opened his mouth to suck it in, but she deftly danced it away from his lips. He found himself lunging after it, trying to get it into his mouth. Finally, he managed to get it into his mouth, and quickly sucked a few inches in so it couldn't get away. But his almost desperate need was unnecessary, for as soon as he got her into him, she put her hands on the back of his head, and slowly guided herself into his mouth. He felt her dick press the back of his throat and he relaxed it so that he could get all of her in. This time, it only took a couple tries for him to get all 9 inches in his mouth. And, as soon as he did, he shot his tongue into her cunt, and wiggled it around. She moaned and ground her hips against his face, rocking around a bit. Sal grasped her ass and actually pulled her into him, ramming her dick down his throat. He continued to suck and lick her until she yanked her hips away, leaving just the tip of her dick in his mouth, and sprayed, filling his mouth with her feminine cum, which he quickly swallowed. She sat on the couch beside him, almost collapsing. She took his face in hand and gently kissed up the little bits of her cum which had dribbled out of the sides of his mouth. "Now, lover," she said, "my turn. Let me see you in just my gift." Sal quickly got up and stripped down to just the lacy panties she had bought for him. He stood there waiting for her to do or say something. She just looked him up and down. Finally she reached out and lightly stroked her fingertip along his hard dick. "So sweet. Is this for me?" Sal just nodded. She carefully worked the panties down from around his dick, but left his balls inside them. She then took his dick, pulled him closer, and sucked him into her mouth. She played her tongue over his dick, eliciting an intense moan of lust and sexual need. She licked and sucked, driving him almost to orgasm. But just before he came, she pulled off of him, getting a begging sound that was almost painful. "Relax, hun. We're nowhere near finished." She took him by the dick and sat him on the couch. While keeping his dick hard with one hand, she wrapped the other around his shoulders and kissed him. She pressed him onto his back, crawled above him and straddled his hips. She lowered herself onto him, then proceeded to ride him, using incredible muscle control to keep him from cumming, but keeping him highly excited, until she came again, spraying onto his stomach. When she crawled off of him, he whimpered in need. She leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Don't worry, love. It's your turn now." She got between his legs, pushed them wide apart and lifted them against his chest. "Hold these," she told him. He took hold of his legs, and pulled his panties from his asshole. She placed her dick at his hole and slowly pushed in. When she got all the way in, she waited briefly before starting to pump in and out of him. Sal moaned in ecstasy. He couldn't believe it. Here he was, getting fucked, and loving it! As she continued to ream his ass, he reached up and began to stroke her tits. She moaned, clearly enjoying his ministrations, and fucked faster. Sal was only slightly shocked as his body started shoving back against her thrusts, and it wasn't too much longer before they were cumming together. She collapsed on top of him, and he held her close as her cock slowly shrunk and popped out of his ass. "Thank you, Mistress." She smiled. "I appreciate the honorific, but you can call me Charity." "Thank you, Charity." Sal thought about it and asked, "Charity, you're incredible, and I was wondering, how did you get so good at... well, dominating... submissive men?" "Like yourself?" Sal nodded shamefully. Charity smiled. "When do you go to work tomorrow?" "I don't. Tomorrow's the start of my "weekend". Two days off in a row." She stood up, took his hand, and stood him up. "Then we'll talk about it in the morning. Now where's your bedroom?" Sal pointed towards the bedroom. Charity wrapped her arm around his shoulder and walked him to the bedroom, refusing to let him put his arm around her. Despite the fact that he felt so submissive like that, he also felt strangely safe and comforted. ********** JUST BEFORE SAL WAKES THE NEXT MORNING... Sal dreamt he was sleeping, sleeping curled up at Charity's feet like some puppy dog. She was naked, and even more beautiful than the day they first met, if such a thing was possible. She reached down and stroked his head, gently rousing him. He looked up and she gave him a beatific smile. She pointed to her dick, partially hard, and, in the dream, he immediately climbed up and took it in his mouth. Sal then woke up, with Charity sitting on his chest, her dick already in his mouth. Surprisingly, he wasn't even miffed, and took her ass and pulled her into his mouth, surprising her. But she quickly got over it and started fucking his face. It only took a few minutes before she was spraying into his mouth. She then lay beside him stroking his chest. "God, you have an incredible mouth. Don't take this the wrong way, but have you ever sucked dick before?" "Not before I met you in the park bathroom. And if anybody would've told me I'd be addicted to it, or at least to one dick in particular," he said as he took her dick in hand, "I'd've laughed in his face." "Flatterer." "You said you'd tell me about yourself this morning." "Are you sure you want to know? To know me is to enter my world, a web you might never escape from. We can have a lot of fun never knowing anything more about each other than we already do." "I wish I knew as much about you as I could." As soon as he said it, he could hear Leo's voice saying, "Be careful what you wish for." "Alright, then, but don't say I didn't warn you. My skill at dominating men actually starts at a time when I was feeling weak and girlish. I was born in the 70's to what I call the last of the late, great hippies of the 60's. And when they were told that I was a hermaphrodite, they ignored the doctor's advice that they make me choose a sex and give me an operation to make it so. Instead they decided that I would grow up as is, and if I ever decided to be one or the other, they'd make it so then. Hence, the name they gave me, Charity James. That's first and middle. No last names. "But they died when I was only 5, and I went to live with my very rich uncle. Well, at that point I still hadn't made a decision, and despite disagreeing with my parents, my uncle abided by their wishes, and never pressured me to make a decision. "To be honest, at that age, if I had made a decision, it would've been to be male. My cunt didn't seem to be that big a deal one way or the other, and I would've hated to lose the ability to pee while standing up. "But it seems my body had other plans. At the age of 9 my body started developing secondary female characteristics." "Breasts?" "That and more. Rounder hips, thin waist, soft face. And, up till that point, I had pretty much lived as a boy, so I decided to give being a woman a try. By 13, I was quite the looker, but because of fear of discovery of my dick, I was afraid to be anything more than friends with a boy. "But when I was 16, there was this one boy. Oh, he was so cute. And, when he asked me out, I couldn't say no. Well, we went on the standard teenage date, movie, pizza, then off to the local make-out point, the part of the date I had been dreading. "Well, we started making out, and his hands kept trying to get down to my crotch. I kept pulling his hands up, trying to keep them on my tits, but he eventually got a hand down there. When he found out what was there, he freaked. He just opened my door, pushed me out, and drove off. "I then had to walk two miles over rough road to get to the nearest pay phone where I could call my uncle. My shoes, built for beauty, not for durability, were a mess. The heels were broken off, one shoe was almost falling off, it was so torn up, and both my feet were pretty scratched up. When my uncle took me home, I broke down in tears. But he carried me inside, removed my tattered footwear, bathed and treated my feet, then held me as I cried and sobbed into his shoulder. "As he held me, I told him I hated being a freak. But he wouldn't hear it. He told me that a gentleman wouldn't have tried to take liberties with me, and that I shouldn't make any decisions about my life, particularly ones regarding my self-esteem, on the actions of a stupid boy. "Then I asked him if anybody could ever accept me for who I was. He then turned my face to his and gave me one of the most sensual, beautiful kisses I've ever experienced. I was shocked, but only a tenth as much as when he asked me if he could take the time to bed me like a man should bed a woman. "I could only nod meekly. He helped me out of my dress and slip, then took me in his arms and carried me up to my bed. That night he took the time to pleasure me in ways I have found in only a few men since then. With his mouth, he pleasured every part of me, my face, breasts, stomach, legs and arms, cunt, and, yes, even my dick. And when he was finished, he told me that if I ever felt the need for sex, and he was available, all I had to do was ask. "Problem was, shortly thereafter, he was diagnosed with some tension stress disorder thingy that was causing him migraines. In order to deal with it, he was prescribed tranquilizers of some kind, at a dosage high enough to knock him out. So we rarely ever got a chance to do anything. "Well, one day I came home horny as hell. I don't remember what from. I think it was from some movie in a class. Anyways, I came home, but my uncle was passed out on the couch, face down, one leg hanging off the couch, in his sweats. After briefly swearing, I thought I'd have to go upstairs and do a little self-pleasuring. But then he shifted on the couch, pointing his ass right at me, and I got the idea to do a little ass-fucking then and there. "Now uncle had never before let me fuck his ass, but neither had he said no. The issue just hadn't come up before. Besides, I was so horny, I wasn't thinking straight. So I silently walked over, and carefully pulled down his sweats. I put my dick to his ass and slowly pressed in. I fucked him through one orgasm, and was well on my way to a second when he awoke. I thought he'd be angry, but instead he just reached back, grabbed my ass and pulled me even deeper into him. We moved together, with him using his muscles to bring me through two more orgasms before he came the first time. "Well, to make a long story short, or perhaps just not quite so long, it turns out that letting loose and being my slave was a much more effective tension reliever than any medication ever was. So from that point on, whenever he wasn't working, he made himself mine to do with as I pleased." "And that was how you got so good at commanding submissives?" "Mm-hmm. Being commanding and dominant was necessary to helping my uncle, so I got good at it fast. Speaking of which," she kissed Sal while rubbing his dick through his panties, "do you want it up the ass, or in your mouth?" Sal started breathing hard. "Uhm, in my ass this time." Charity smiled, and turned him onto his hands and knees. She got up behind him, pulled his panties down, and rammed herself home. "Now," she said, "try to keep from cumming. Hold yourself as long as you can." Sal nodded. He held himself through one orgasm, but came before she did for the second time. Not that it stopped her. She continued to pump his ass until she had her second orgasm. "Not too bad for a beginner, but we're going to have to work on your endurance." "Endurance?" "Before I get done with you, you'll be able to hold off through a half dozen orgasms of mine before feeling the need to cum even once." Charity leaned forward and kissed him, causing Sal to shudder and nearly cum again. "Now come along. I want to take a shower, and I need someone to scrub my back." Sal meekly got up and followed her to the bathroom. She had been right, though. Now that he knew about her, there was no way he could leave her. ********** FOUR WEEKS LATER... Sal closed the register after a sale, then just stared at it. For about three weeks, he had been Charity's love slave, willingly sucking, fucking, being fucked by, and even occasionally being sucked by the beautiful hermaphrodite. Then a week ago, she had just disappeared. And since she had never given him a way to contact her (she had always controlled when and where their sex occurred) he was now bereft of her company. He was still staring at the register when Leo touched his shoulder, causing him to jump straight up. "Woah, man, I was gonna ask you if you were okay, but judging from that reaction, I'd say no." "Sorry, I've... been on edge for a few days." "Yeah, I've noticed. Care to talk about it?" "Not really." "Suit yourself. But you know you can always come to me if you need to talk about anything?" Sal nodded. "Look, Sal, you've got the next two days off anyways, why don't you cut out early? It's not like we're busy or anything right now." "Yeah, okay." Sal went out to his car, and sat in the driver's seat for a bit. What was he gonna do? At that point he felt as though he couldn't live without Charity, but he didn't even know where she was. He thought about everything she had told him about herself (which wasn't much) and decided to take a chance. She had said she was from Capitol City which was only an hour's drive away. It was a total longshot, but he had to try it. As he drove, he said out loud, "God, if you only ever grant one wish in my life, let it be this one: I wish to become a permanent part of Miss Charity James' life." And, almost like clockwork, he heard Leo's voice saying, "Be careful what you wish for." He drove to Capitol City, but was stuck for what to do when he got there. Capitol City was a big place. He pulled into the parking lot of a mall to sit and think. Although she had never said so, Sal had gotten the impression that Charity was a bit of a socialite back home, and tended to go out a lot. But Sal didn't know any place like that here in Capitol City. Sal went into the mall, looking for someone in their early 20's who looked like they might know of some places he could try. He found what he was looking for in a young lady working in a dress shop. He went inside and said, "Excuse me. I'm new in town and was wondering if you knew of any places where I could go to have fun? Dance halls and the like, I mean. Nothing illicit." "Let's see. There's The Menagerie, The Shadow Zone, the Twilight Zone, Midnight Express, Sappho's Place. No, wait a minute, that's definitely not the place for you." "Why not?" "Not familiar with the name? Sappho's an ancient Greek poetess. She's also supposed to be the first internationally known lesbian, but I'm no history major, so I couldn't say yes or no to that. Sappho's place is women only. You wouldn't even make it through the front door." "Oh, okay." "But you can find the addresses to the others, and probably a bunch more in the phone book. Look under Dance Halls." "Thanks." Sal ran from the store and went to a phone booth. Upon checking the Yellow Pages, he found that there were 3 pages of "Dance Halls" front and back. It was mostly large ads, but there were still far more than he thought there would be. He ripped the pages from the book, and ran back to his car. He checked the places one by one, but failed to find Charity at any of them. It was nearly 1 AM and he was growing tired. Since most of the more reputable places were closing (it may have been the start of his weekend, but it was still Wednesday for the rest of the world) he decided that he'd try one more place before finding a hotel and starting over again tomorrow. He picked up the Yellow Pages he had and one dropped loose. Sitting there on the paper was a quarter-page ad for Sappho's Place. He stared at it briefly before deciding to check it out. He may not have been able to go in, but he could watch the place for a while. He drove to the dance hall/bar (pretty high class area it was in). He parked a little ways down the street and watched the front door. The bar was still open and still fairly busy, with women of all types waiting in a line to get in. He stared intently, and was still staring when a sudden knock on his door caused him to jump and hit his head on the roof of the car. He turned and saw this rather large, pretty, blonde woman standing there. From the look on her face, he could tell she was perturbed as she made the circular motion for him to roll down his window. After he did so, she sarcastically asked, "You get a kick out of ogling strange women?" Then, before he could say anything, she jerked her thumb, pointing down the road, and said, "Move on before I call the cops." Sal just muttered, "Yes, ma'am." As she started to walk away, he got a brief surge of bravery and said, "Excuse me?" "What do you want?" "Uhm, I'm looking for someone. That's why I'm here. Beautiful woman, 5'8", brunette, goes by the name Charity." She looked at him suspiciously. "Maybe I know her. Maybe I don't. Let's say for the sake of argument that I do. Why should I tell you anything?" "Please! I'm desperate! Is she inside? Can you take a message to her?" The woman gave him a stern look, but his desperation was evident and struck a chord with her. "I know Charity, but she's not here tonight." "Do you know where I can get a hold of her? Please, I'll do anything." She stared at him for a while before saying, "Come on," and heading back towards the bar. Sal quickly got out of his car, locked it and followed the woman to the back of the bar. She pointed to a chair and told him, "Sit there. Don't move." Sal did as ordered and waited. He didn't move for the next 2 hours, when the woman returned. She said, "Come with me." Sal followed and they went out to the main area. The place was empty, clearly it was after closing. There was some trash on the floor, empty glasses on some tables, and some dirty ashtrays about the place, but, all in all, the place seemed cleaner than most bars he had been in. "Now, you just became janitorial staff for the evening. You get to help clean up. Turn the chairs over and put them on the tables, empty all the ashtrays and glasses and bring them back to the kitchen to be cleaned, then sweep and mop the floors. Do a good job, and I might consider telling you where you can find Charity." Sal quickly did as ordered. He had some help (the regular janitorial staff, he guessed) but he made a special effort to do more work than anyone else, hoping it would impress the lady so that he could get a number or address, or anything he could to be able to contact Charity. It was around 5 AM when he finished. He went over to the woman, and asked, "Did I do well enough?"She looked over the bar, and said, "Good job. I've never seen the place look cleaner." She handed him a sheet of paper and said, "This is Charity's address." "Thanks." As Sal walked away, she said, "Mister." Sal turned back. "Better be careful. Becoming a part of Charity's life might mean more than you can handle." Sal just nodded. He went back to his car, and drove to the address listed, an upscale apartment building. Charity, according to the paper, lived in a penthouse condominium. He went in, but the elevator's could only be summoned by key, and the stair door was locked. He went up to the security desk and asked, "How could I get up to meet someone upstairs?" "What's your name?" "Sal Lewis." "And the person you want to see?" "Charity. I don't know her last name." The guard looked at him suspiciously, but punched some buttons on the computer panel. After a few seconds he said, "Sorry, you're not on Miss Langdon's list." Charity Langdon. Finally, Sal had a last name. "Could you let me go up anyways?" The man laughed openly. "Not a chance. You're not on that list, the only way up is by announcement only." "Could you announce me?" "Sorry. I know Miss Langdon is out right now, and I have orders that her house girl is NOT allowed to admit entry to anyone." "Oh." "If you want to wait in the lobby, she should be back in a couple hours." "Okay." Sal walked over and sat on the plush couch. He had intended to watch the door until Charity came in, but the couch was so comfortable, and his day had been so long that he was unable to stay awake. He woke up to the feeling of someone stroking his hair out of his face. He opened his eyes and saw Charity looking down at him. She smiled and said, "Good morning, Sal. Julie said that Kimberly called and said that someone was looking for me. When she described who it was, I knew it was you." Sal threw his arms around Charity's neck. "Oh, Charity, why did you leave me? Did I do something? I'll do anything to make it up to you." She held him, and stroked the back of his head. "There, there. No, you didn't do anything. I was just afraid, well, that this was happening. That you were beginning to obsess on me." "Please. I'll do anything to be with you." "Yes, I know. That's part of the problem." Charity sighed. "Well, since it's already happened, come on. Let's go upstairs and talk about it." Charity took Sal by the hand and led him to the elevator. Charity used her key for the top floor, and they rode up in silence, Charity's arm around his shoulder. When they arrived, Sal figured they'd have to walk down a hall, but the doors opened on a huge foyer. There was a small, petite blonde dressed in a classic maid's uniform waiting for them. "Good morning, Charity. I've drawn your bath, and a light snack awaits by the tub." "Thank you, Julie. Sal, meet Julie, my house girl." Julie nodded to Sal, and Sal nodded back. "Julie, I'll be into the bathroom in a bit, right after I take care of Sal." Sal briefly grew afraid. He knew that Charity liked her baths hot, and the only way she'd be planning on getting into the bath fast would be if she didn't plan on taking long on him. She walked him into another room, a bedroom. She turned down the bed, saying, "Get undressed." Sal quickly obeyed, wondering if she was planning on sex. After he was undressed, she put him in the bed, then pulled the covers up over him. He started to speak, saying, "But-" But she put a finger to his lips. "Shhhh. It's clear you need some sleep. How long had you been awake before falling asleep on the couch downstairs?" "Almost a full day." "Mm-hmm. I thought so. Now go ahead and get some sleep. I don't want you all fuzzy headed when we discuss our life together." She leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead. "Don't worry, I'll be here when you wake up." Sal smiled and curled up, asleep before she left the room. Charity walked to the bathroom, where Julie waited. "Water still hot?" As Julie helped Charity undress, she said, "Yes, love. I figured you'd need some extra time with the gentleman, so I made it a little hotter than normal." Charity stepped into the tub. "Ah, Julie, you always seem to know what I need before I need it." "That's my job, Charity." Charity settled into the bath. "Ahhhhh. Get the scrub brush, Julie. My back needs washing." Julie got a scrub brush, and proceeded to clean Charity's back for her. "Mistress?" she asked. "Alright, Julie, I've sensed a distancing from you ever since I walked in today, and you know I don't like those "proper" honorifics. I can barely tolerate ma'am. What's wrong?" "I was just wondering what you plan for Mister Lewis." "I'm not sure yet. Most likely something like I did with you." "Oh." "Do you have a problem with that?" "No, ma'am. It is, of course, your decision." "Julie, you know how I hate it when you keep things hidden." "It's just... I was hoping I'd be the only permanent slave-servant in your life." "Oh, Julie." Charity reached back and took her hand. "I love you dearly, and Sal will never replace you in my heart. But he has carved a niche of his own. When you came to me a couple years ago after I left you, I was tickled pink. Like him, I left you because I felt your attraction was growing too great for your own good. And, like him, I cried when I had to leave you. And, like him, when you came to me, begging to enter my life, I knew there was no way I could say no." "But... he waited a full week before coming after you. I only waited 3 days." "He also has a full time job at that department store I told you about, the one I intend to purchase. He also lives in another town, and managed to track me down through sheer luck. You knew where I worked when you came to me." "But-" "Julie, Sal will never take your place in my heart, but he holds a place just as great. Now that he's come after me, I could no more ask him to leave than I could you." "Yes, ma'am." "Buck up, Jules. Unlike you, I don't intend to leave Sal unchanged. If he doesn't accept and manages to walk away then you will once more be the only slave in my life." ********** SIX HOURS LATER... Sal staggered back to consciousness, at first forgetting where he was. But after feeling the silk sheets on his body, he remembered where he was and sat upright in bed. At first, he had thought it a dream, that perhaps he had imagined Charity after falling asleep on the couch. But looking around, he knew he had not. The entire room bespoke wealth, from the silk bedsheets to the fancy draperies. And he knew Charity was very rich. Sal looked around. His clothes were gone, replaced, on a nearby chair, with panties and a frilly robe, both pink. He quickly got up and got dressed, figuring that that was what Charity wanted. He went downstairs, getting a good look around. The entire penthouse was huge, more like a small mansion than any apartment. Sal's entire apartment could've fit inside the central living area. He heard a splashing and giggling from a side room. He walked up, knocked on the door, and stuck his head in. "Charity?" Inside the room was a hot tub set into the floor, and in the hot tub was Charity and Julie. Charity looked up at him. "Oh, I'm sorry, Sal. When I checked on you a little while ago, and you were still asleep, I figured you'd be asleep for a while." Charity stepped from the tub, her one piece, solid black bathing suit accentuating her beautiful form. She came over and hugged Sal to her. "And I wanted to be there when you woke up." "That's okay. I chased you into another city. I can surely come downstairs for you." "That's sweet. Julie, my robe." Julie, wearing a powder pink bikini, leapt from the tub and got a fluffy, blue robe, quickly putting it on Charity. "Now, Sal, if you're to be a part of my life we need to discuss certain changes." As they walked from the room, Sal noticed a rather perturbed look on Julie's face. Charity walked him to a dining room, and pulled out a chair for him. Sal sat down, and Charity sat in the chair beside him. She took his hands in hers and said, "Sal, I want you to know that leaving you was one of the hardest things I ever did." "Then why did you do it? I'd've done anything, changed in any way you wanted." "I know. And that was part of the problem. I was afraid you were becoming fixated on me." "But... I am fixated on you. For good or for bad, I need you, Charity. I... I'm not sure I can live without you." "Yes, I know. That's why we're talking now. But I want you to know that you will have to make certain changes in order to come into my life." "What? I'll do anything." "We'll see. But before I tell you, I want you to know you have another option. No changes involved." "What?" "I have business dealings in your little town. Two, maybe three times a year, I'll be traveling there and spending a couple weeks to a month. When I'm there, we can get together and have fun." "2... or 3 times... a year," Sal considered, the option of such infrequent visits clearly leaving a bad taste in his mouth. "And there could be a problem with that." "What?" "Your obsession wasn't the only reason I left you. You remember I told you that my tastes vary?" Sal nodded. "Well, to be honest, I was growing bored with our sex. Not that I was growing bored with you. Frankly I'm amazed I stayed as long with you as I did. But sometimes my tastes... change, and there's no guarantee that I'll be feeling dominant when I come to your town on business." "Then... I'll undergo whatever changes you want." "Perhaps. But I'm not going to have you walking into this blind. I'm not going to trick you by getting you to agree to a bunch of changes you don't know about then make changes you aren't prepared to handle." "So... what kind of changes are you talking about?" "Sal, I want to... feminize you. I want you to become my she-male girlfriend." "Your... You'll dress me up?" "To begin with. I also plan on feeding you hormones. Female hormones. They'll cause you to grow breasts, your skin to soften, and even cause what little facial hair you've got to thin out, perhaps stop growing altogether." "What else?" "The hormones will probably cause your dick to shrink a bit, and, well,... become useless, at least as a fucking tool." "You... want this?" "Yes." "Then... I'll do it." "Wait a sec, hun. I'm not finished." "What else?" "Some plastic surgery. At the very least, breast implants, and, depending on the results of the hormones, maybe some facial surgery, and some other reconstructive work. Actually, Sal, considering your small size, and thin body, you could pass for a girl with only a little bit of work." "Thanks." "Hun, I'm not trying to be cruel. I'm simply telling you your options. There's something else." "What?" "It's nothing I require, but I wanted to warn you. Some people... don't take kindly to transsexuals, particularly those in mid-transformation. You could lose your friends, and even your job over this." "I only have one friend, except for you, and I'm not sure what his response is going to be. But,... what happens if I lose my job? What'll I do? Where'll I go?" Charity stroked his face. "You'll come to me. I will not abandon you, Sal. And, honestly, I'm not sure I'd mind it if you lost your job." "But why?" "Because then I'd get you 7 days a week. As it is, I'll only get you 2 days a week, on your "weekend"." "I'll give up my job for you if you want." "That won't be necessary. I don't want to steal your life, only change it." "And if I do this, you'll make me a permanent part of your life?" "Yes. There will be no part of my life that I won't invite you into." "Then I'll do it." "No." "WHAT?!" "Relax, hun. I'm not saying a permanent no. I just don't want you making a snap judgment. We'll spend the next couple days dressing you up as a girl to give you a taste of what it'll be like. Then you get to spend a week at home thinking about it, and if you still want to return to me, give me a call next Wednesday, and we'll start on your program." "Alright." Charity gave Sal a kiss on the lips. "That's my girl." Sal blushed. "Now come on. Let's get you dressed in your first girl's outfit." Charity took him upstairs to another bedroom, this one decorated far more effeminately than the other he had slept in. Laying on the bed was a one piece swimsuit, blue with a red, diagonal stripe across the body, and a wig, a shade of brown identical to his own with stylish, feminine waves. "Now, into the shower in there." Sal walked into the bathroom, got out of his robe and panties, and into the tub. He got cleaned up, and when he was finished Charity covered him in a hair remover, from the neck down, and, after waiting the required time, helped him spray it off. They went back into the bedroom, and Charity helped him into the bathing suit, and after she snapped shut the base under his crotch, he said, "This feels real tight, across the stomach." "It's supposed to. The bathing suit has some body paneling to slim down a woman who feels her stomach is a little... large." "But my stomach is trim and flat." "Yes, I know. On you, the paneling will give you curves. Take a look." Charity pointed to a full length mirror on the back of the door. Sal walked over and took a look. His face was still, well, mostly masculine (androgynous, capable of being either male or female, would probably be a better term), but his body, under the swimsuit, had curves! Oh, there was no way he'd be called curvy or anything like that, but, by not looking real hard, it was easy to believe that he was looking at the body of a woman. Charity said, "Now close your eyes." Sal did so, and he felt something being placed atop his head. The wig, he guessed. "Okay, open your eyes." Sal obeyed, and with the wig atop his head, he saw a woman staring back at him from the mirror. His legs were, perhaps a little over-muscled, but perhaps the body of a female who worked out a lot. It even looked like he had small breasts, although he knew that it was simply padded cups in the suit. He looked at himself for a few seconds, before turning to Charity, and asking, "Am I pretty?" Charity was laying out a collection of clothes. "Very. And if you decide to take me up on my offer, you'll be even prettier by the time I'm finished with you. Now let's go take a dip in the hot tub." "Charity?" "Yes, lover?" "What happens... between us... if I decide not to go through with this?" Charity smiled at him. "If you decide before we even start that this isn't for you, then the original offer stands. We'll get together on the two or three times a year that I'm in town." "And if I decide after we get into it?" "Then you can always walk away. But if you walk away, you walk AWAY. You lose me entirely. Further, you walk away as is. So, if you've grown breasts, or gotten implants, getting rid of them would be your business. Consider that, too, when you make your decision." "Yes, ma'am." They walked together down to the hot tub. Julie was pulling on a robe. Charity asked, "What are you doing, Julie? I want to spend time in the tub with both of you." "If we're to have a guest for dinner, I need to get started." "At 2:30?" "I wanted to fix something special tonight." "Nonsense. Anything you fix will be fine. And if it gets too late, then we can order in." "But, ma'am-" In a stern voice, Charity said, "Julie!" and pointed at the tub. Julie meekly said, "Yes, ma'am." She then stripped off her robe and returned to the tub. "Your turn, Sal. Into the tub, try to emulate Julie's walk. Take small, dainty steps." "Yes, ma'am." Sal did his best to emulate the steps taken by Julie, and carefully walking to the tub and stepping in. Charity smiled as he walked and then followed to the tub. She sat down in the tub and spread her arms. "Come here, both of you. I want to wrap my arms around both of my girls." Sal quickly took his place under her right arm, and Julie, only slightly slower, under her left. Charity wrapped her arms around their shoulders and pulled them close. She then slipped her hand into their bathing suits and found a nipple on each. Julie moaned almost immediately, and Sal wondered, if he got breasts, would they be that sensitive? As Charity's overt fondling progressed, it was clear Sal wasn't getting that much out of it, so Charity said, "Sal, why don't you lick my breast? I know you enjoy that." Sal pressed his lips to Charity's near tit, then snaked his tongue under the edge of her suit. Julie thought he'd have to pull down her suit to get at her nipple, but was amazed (and jealous) as his tongue managed to reach her nipple without moving the suit. Not wanting to be outdone, though, Julie leaned over and started licking Charity's other breast. But she had not been given permission to move Charity's suit (she was taking a chance just licking without invitation) so her ministrations were nowhere near as effective as Sal's. She decided to take another chance, and rubbed the inside of Charity's thigh, but as she got closer and closer to her Lady's crotch she bumped into Sal's hand, which was already there, stroking Charity through her suit. Julie almost growled in frustration, before sending her hand down underneath and stroking Charity's bum. It wasn't much longer before Charity was moaning and vibrating underneath their dual actions. And soon thereafter Sal felt Charity throb and spurt inside her suit. Charity then said, "Enough!" and both Sal and Julie immediately pulled their hands free, and returned to just cuddling in Charity's arms. They stayed that way, silently cuddling and making small talk, for a couple hours before Charity said, "Okay, that's enough. Out of the tub, girls." Sal and Julie got out of the tub, but Charity remained in. She said, "Julie, take Sal... No, that's no good any more. You need a femme name. From now on I'll call you Selena. It's close enough to your old that if I slip, no one will think anything untoward. Take Selena upstairs and help her into the outfit I laid out." "Yes, ma'am." Julie grabbed Sal/Selena and roughly yanked her towards the door. They went upstairs and Julie quickly looked over the clothes. She took a corset and held it up. "Okay, out of your suit." Sal quickly got out of the bathing suit. Julie held up the corset and helped Sal into it. Once he was in it, she took the breastforms Charity had chosen, placed them in the cups, and pulled the laces as tight as she could. She then gave Sal the pink panties in the clothing set, and he quickly put them on. Then, after having Julie explain how to do it, Sal put on a pair of stockings. Then Julie put him in a pretty, pink dress. She then gave him a pair of low heels (less than an inch), and after helping him to balance on them, walked him down to the dining room, where Charity waited for them. Charity said, "Good evening, ladies. Selena, I like how you look in that dress." "Thank you, ma'am." Julie said, "I'd better get started on dinner." "No need. I ordered dinner in while you were helping Selena dress." "But I was planning something special." "Think of it as a night off. I ordered from the cafe downstairs, so the food should be here any second now. Have a seat, ladies." Sal and Julie each took a seat next to Charity. "So, Selena, how do you like your first day as a woman?" "It's been... nice so far." Charity noticed that Sal was shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Is something wrong, Selena?" "It's just... this corset, ma'am. It's tighter than I expected." "It does seem to make your waist a little smaller than I expected, and that dress is hanging wrong. Come here, and let me take a look at it." Sal got up and walked over to Charity. As soon as she touched him, she said, "Selena, did you towel off before dressing?" "Uhm, no, I don't think I did." Charity gave him a disapproving look. "Turn around." Sal turned and Charity unzipped him, then untied and loosened the corset. "Now go upstairs and change into something else.