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Warning The following story deals with the subject of transgendered people. It includes graphic sexual descriptions and is intended for amusement only. No endorsement or denigration of any of the activities or actions contained herein is expressed or implied. If you are bothered by graphic sexual description and/or issues related to transgederism DO NOT READ THIS STORY. The Guinea Pig A short story by Bootlover Why the advertisement caught his eye was not apparent. He was reading the sports page, as he did every morning, and a small block ad caught his eye. He had seen them before, drug companies and research facilities looking for subjects on which to conduct tests advertised in the paper. Usually the ads explained the time frame required the amount of money to be paid and more often than not what the "clinical study" was about ? allergies, hair loss, impotence, aging, and ulcers ? the usual lot. This ad was different. No money was mentioned, no time frame specified and no discussion of what the product being tested was expected to improve. The ad merely said, "Interested individuals required for a new study. Must have an open mind and be in good physical shape." And then a phone number to call to schedule an interview. What was it that made him call the 888 number that was listed? A woman answered the phone, asked him a few simple questions, age, height/weight, allergies, physical condition and then gave him the date, time and location for his interview. It turned out that the interview was held in one of those small offices in a mall. The type of place where they usually held "focus groups" to test the appeal of new products with a bunch of shoppers they lured in with a gift certificate or free something or other. When he arrived there was no one there but a desk with a phone and a small sign that said "Press 0 For Operator". There were two chairs, a few old magazines and a door at the back of the small room. Picking up the handset he pressed the number 0 and waited for a ring, There was none but a voice quickly said "Mr. Simmons?" "Yes", he replied. "Please wait one moment, you're early. I'll be right out." and then they hung up. It was odd; he could not place the voice. Not that he couldn't pick up an accent, but he couldn't tell male or female. He sat in the chair but a moment later the door opened. Out stepped a tall, well-built woman with dark brown hair. She was not beautiful, but certainly attractive. "Hello Mr. Simmons, I'm Claire", she said and motioned for him to follow her through the door. He gave her a good long look. Probably 5'10" or so in her barefeet, she was wearing 4" heels that put her over six feet in height. Her long legs were smooth as marble, with no stockings and very nice muscle tone. She wore a short skirt, cut many inches above her knees and had rather slim hips. What was amazing was her boobs. They had to be about 38D but they looked perfect in her cotton, scoop neck top. As he walked past her he caught a wisp of her perfume, light and very feminine. She followed him through the door and said, "First room on the right". In the room was a small table with a chair behind it and another chair set back from it. She motioned him to that chair and took the one behind the table. As she crossed her legs he could not stop himself from watching her cross her legs under the table, she caught him looking and just smiled. Claire then began to ask him many questions about his medical history, his general health at present. Her voice mesmerized him, it was perfect for her as he saw her but it wasn't as high as most women's voices. Throughout the interview Claire filled out what appeared to be a form with the questions and noted his answers. He found himself so captivated by her looks and her body and her voice that he was almost in a trance as he answered the questions. As he watched her flip the papers to a new page it dawned on him that some of the questions were rather strange. Questions such as had he ever shopped at Victorias Secrets, did he ever read Cosmo, what was his mother like, and did he have a girl friend. As Claire began her questions again he tried to pay better attention. In between questions about family cancer history and whether he slept on his back or side were questions about who was his favorite actor, what was his favorite color, which fabric did he prefer satin or leather. Eventually the questions began to be almost all about sexually oriented things. How often did he make love, did he have any bi-sexual experiences, what was his favorite position, did he enjoy fellatio, and did he have any odd fantasies. He answered each question as honestly as he could, generally rewarded with a smile from Claire each time. Finally, Claire sat back and smiled. "Wonderful" she exclaimed. "I'm sorry that there were so many questions. Would you mind waiting here for a moment? I'll be right back." Without waiting for his answer she stood and left the small interview room. As she did so, Peter stared unabashedly at her boobs, legs and ass. Each area seemed to be the ultimate in feminine perfection, well shaped, generally full, even her nipples were big and visible against her top. The door burst open and in walked Claire and a small man with wild dark hair, a white lab coat and thick dark rimmed glasses. "Hello Meeester Seeemons" the wild haired man said in a heavy Eastern European accent. "I am Dr. Stanislovsky Medorvich. You may call me Dr. Stan. My assistant, Meez Claire has told me that she thinks you might make an excellent subject for our study. What do you think?" Claire seemed to be beaming over Dr. Stan's shoulder. "Uh, Dr. Stan" Peter stammered, "so far I have only answered questions for Claire here. I have no idea what your study is about, what it pays, what is required of me so I can't really answer your question." "Let me explain", began Dr. Stan. "I come from a small area of the former Soviet Union. While I was in the USSR I worked with our Olympic athletes. I did research on enhancing performance, especially among our female athletes. I had two major areas of study. One was to improve the physical ability of our swimmers, track and field and other athletes, basically any woman who would benefit from improved strength and stamina. The other area was with our female gymnasts. I worked to learn ways to slow their physical development but let them retain their gymnastic skills. Ultimately, I was able to allow a 20-year-old woman to retain the physical characteristics of a 13-year-old girl. I was not as successful on the performance enhancement side of things, although I did make some breakthroughs there as well. Before the USSR dissolved I was on the verge of a breakthrough. I had to get to America and scrounge funding to rebuild my labs and experiments. Fortunately your Universities and Bioresearch firms have lots of grants and I have made huge leaps in the last few years. I am now looking for a few select subjects to take my research to the next level. I have succeeded in finding the common denominators among males and females and I have found out how to make one person be both if I, and of course they, wish. In fact Claire here was Albert only a short time ago! So I am offering you the opportunity to help medical science and also to have the experience of a lifetime." Peter was stunned. He never would have guessed that Claire was once a man. Even now, knowing that, he had a hard time believing it. At the same time he felt a tremendous amount of excitement, both emotional and sexual as he pictured himself looking like Claire. "I need to know a little more, but I'm very interested doctor." "Well in one treatment that consists of a few injections and some pills that you take over the course of a few days I can make you look, feel and sound feminine. You will retain some of your male characteristics, but most you will lose. Through a combination of advanced hormone therapy and some genetic material you will develop breasts, raise your voice, grow the hair on your head and generally become more feminine. At the moment the effects are temporary, usually a week or less. What I am studying is how long the effects will last with different treatments, additional treatments. Things like that. Are you interested?" "Yes" Peter answered, not even believing his own voice! Sure he had worn his mother's clothes and lingerie while he was growing up, sure he had had thoughts of making love to a guy once in a while, sure he liked some feminine things like perfume, lacy panties and pretty shoes but he never imagined that he would want this. The offer was too great; he could try out being a woman for a week or so. "Yes" he said again softly. Before he left Dr. Stan took numerous measurements, from his shoe size to his hat size and everything (everything!) in between. Peter was a little embarrassed that Claire saw some of the measuring process, but she did not seem to react. He was sent home with some paperwork to fill out, mostly forms relieving Dr. Stan from liability. At the end of the paperwork was a list of instructions. On the night before he was to come to the lab for the procedure he was to use a depilatory creme all over his body, even the beard on his face, he was to make the appropriate excuses (vacation, business travel, whatever) to friends and family as he would be living in an apartment provided by Dr. Stan. The night before he had felt a strange sexual excitement upon seeing his hairless body. The sensation of sleeping in his sheets with no hair was amazing and it took two bouts of masturbation for him to relax enough to sleep. The next morning Peter raced to the University lab, following the directions given in his packet. The lab was deep in the bottom of a building and Peter had a little trouble finding it. He thought he was lost as he went down a long, rather dark hallway. Then he heard the click of high heels on the concrete floor and he turned to see Claire walking behind him. "You're headed the right way hon." She said as she joined him and walked with him. Somehow Peter felt there was a double meaning to her words. Peter and Claire walked through a door into a brightly-lit room. There were cases and files all over the walls and a shining stainless steel operating table in the center. Dr. Stan, hair still wild and eyes blurred behind his thick glasses was there, smiling and excited. "Welcome Peeeter" he said. Peter grew nervous. "You said nothing about cutting or operating on me!" Dr. Stan slowly moved toward him, his hand outstretched, "Do not worry my friend, there will be no cutting" he smiled "the table is merely a place for you to rest. The procedure takes several hours and you will sleep through most of it. And now my friend, may I see the paperwork. Ah, good. All is in order. Are you ready Claire?" Claire nodded and smiled. "Peter, please remove your clothes if you would and then lie on the table. You may cover your groin with this sheet if you wish as we will not be touching that area," said Dr. Stan as he placed a soft pad on the operating table. Turning his back to Claire, Peter began to disrobe, breathing a sigh of relief at the doctor's last statement. When he was naked he sat up on the table and pulled the sheet demurely over his waist as he lay back. "The procedure is simple," said Dr. Stan. "I will administer a concentrated hormone solution to you through IV. Since it takes about 8 hours for the body to receive and absorb all of the solution I shall give you a sleep aid so that you will sleep through most of the procedure. That will take effect in about 10-15 minutes. During that time I will be making a few injections. These injections contain genetic material that will attract and focus the effects of the hormones." As he spoke the doctor hooked up an IV to Peter's arm and began the flow from a large bottle. He then added a small bag of solution that was clearly the sleep agent and began that dripping into the line. Claire then handed Dr. Stan a full syringe with a hypodermic needle and he began to feel Peter's chest. "You will feel a slight sting as this is injected into you. It will not harm you and you will be asleep soon." With that he inserted the needle under Peter's left nipple and injected some solution. It burned a bit but was not intolerable. Then there were a series of smaller injections in a 3" circle around the nipple. The same procedure was followed on the right side. As Peter began to drift off to sleep he felt himself being rolled onto his side and what felt like a mosquito bite on his right and then left butt cheek. He then fell asleep. Slowly, groggily Peter began to sense a light above him, then it began to come into focus. He blinked his eyes and began to wake up. "Doctor, she's waking" he heard Claire's sultry voice say. That was followed by a view of the bespectacled Dr. Stan and his hair. "Hello my friend, and how are we? Just close your eyes and relax a few more minutes. You have been off the sleep aid for several hours but you still wake up more slowly than normal from it. When you can count from 1 to 10 and back again without losing track you can open your eyes again." It took Peter about three tries before he could accomplish the task. He then opened his eyes and everything was in focus. "I think that things went perfectly," said Dr. Stan "I hope you will be pleased". Peter immediately sensed that his chest was very different. Looking down he saw two beautiful, perfectly shaped breasts, about 38D in size. The nipples were a ruby color and about _ to _" in length with aureoles of about 2" in diameter. He ran his hands up over his stomach to his breasts and lightly skimmed them over the skin. It felt wonderful, and his nipples immediately responded to the touch by swelling and extending. They were now _ to 1 inch long and as thick as a small finger. "There is a mirror over here" Claire said as she pointed behind a door. As he began to sit up new sensations hit him. First, it was clear that his rear was fuller, second something felt different between his legs. With a bit of fear Peter removed the sheet. To his surprise his cock was now twice it's normal flaccid size. In fact, in it's soft state it was now as large as it was when erect before!!! Peter walked to the mirror and looked in amazement. His body was the same basic size but was now clearly a woman's body, except for the 6" cock between his thighs. Lips, breasts, fingernails, legs, butt and all were very feminine indeed. Even the hair on his head was now shoulder length! "How?" was all he could muster. His voice was now very similar to Claire's. Sort of a Beverly D'Angelo smoky feminine. Really quite sexy. "Some interesting side effects of this treatment" began the doctor "are what you are now seeing. First, for some reason, without any intervention on my part, male genitalia generally double in size. Second, while removing body hair with the depilatory allows the hormones to greatly reduce the amount and consistency of hair, the hair on your head reacts very differently and experiences a growth surge. From now on it will grow at a normal rate. Another effect is, of course, your voice. It will not change from this range and you will not need to fake your speech to sound feminine, you will naturally. Another interesting side effect is that you will still experience male sexual arousal, you will get hard and you can ejaculate. The odd bit is that it will take quite a bit of arousal for you to become hard and once you are hard, you may stay hard for quite a long time, even after achieving orgasm 2 or 3 times." Peter thought he saw Claire smiling broadly in the mirror. "You will remain with this body for 5-10 days. Each subject has reacted differently. At some point you will notice your breasts reducing in size, your voice returning to it's male timbre and everything else returning to male mode over the period of a day. If you like you may then return for a repeat procedure and everything will return to just as you see it here. Usually a second treatment lasts longer, 2 weeks or so; I have had only one subject take a third treatment. After 2 months she is still in her female form, and quite happy about it I might add" he finished with a smile. "And now my dear, any other questions?" "How did you get the breasts so perfect?" "I must admit that nature and I have teamed up perfectly in that regard. I inject the genetic material, as you saw, to focus the hormones. Nature creates, shapes and sizes the breasts. Each time the size has been in perfect proportion to the body on which they reside. And now you are free to spend the next few days as a woman. I ask only that you live in the apartment I provide, that you tape record your feelings and experiences daily and that you call me immediately at this number if you experience any problems. Claire will help you get started and will take you to the apartment. Oh, and one other thing, you should probably chose a female name. May I suggest Petra?" With a smile Petra said yes. Claire gently took Petra's hand and led her to a side room. There was a pair of cotton panties, a pair of pants, some flats and a bra and blouse. Smiling, Claire said, "You can put these on for now. The doctor does not have much fashion sense. Once we get to the apartment you can change into some of my things and then we can go shopping." Petra had to run her "clitty" back between her thighs and up against her full cheeks as she slipped on the panties. She then added the pants and blouse but skipped the bra since her breasts felt so firm. She followed Claire to her car and they drove to the apartment, which was not far away. "How many treatments have you had?" she asked Claire. "I'm on my second" she replied "I love the look and feel of my body. It is the most amazing thing I've ever had. I'm a woman, and yet I still have my male thingy when I want to go back." They arrived at a small two-bedroom apartment in a two story brick building. These were inexpensive apartments favored by students. The apartment was on the second floor. There was one other apartment across the hall and it was unoccupied right now Petra could see from all the painting and plastering equipment that was inside the open door. "Here's your key," said Claire as she opened the door. The apartment was not small, not large with a nice living room and a small kitchen and two bedrooms and a bath. "I use the bedroom on the right so you can have the one on the left. " Inside the room were a bed, a dresser, and a closet and a chair. Spare but certainly acceptable. The window was open and a cool breeze blew in as the night began to lower the temperature outside. Petra felt a tingling in her nipples and looked down to see them poking clearly through her blouse. Claire appeared in the doorway wearing a short, satin robe. "Took me a while to get used to how much they show, too" she said noticing Petra staring at her nipples. "Now I wear a bra or a cami and it lessens the effect. Want to eat or do you want to go out to the mall?" Petra was hungry, she hadn't eaten all day but she really wanted to get a wardrobe of femme things to wear. "Let's shop. We can eat at the food court." Claire smiled. "I had the same reaction. Want to try some of my stuff to wear instead of those dowdy things? Come into my room." Claire's room was very feminine, with pink bedspread and pillows, a chiffon scarf over the lamp on the dresser, perfume and makeup on the dresser top. "Here" she said throwing open the closet door "you look like my size. Take your pick." Petra looked at the dresses, skirts, blouses, and suits. On the floor were about 25 pairs of heels, boots, sneakers and sandals. "Wow, that's quite a wardrobe!" "Well Dr. S doesn't pay us anything but he does give us a debit card to use, I almost forgot. Here's yours." Petra selected a black wool skirt that came about 2" above her knee, a nice light blue camisole and a light blue shirt. For her feet she selected a pair of black 4" pumps. Looking in the mirror she was amazed. She looked like a very sexy woman. Claire had meanwhile chosen a shorter brown wool skirt, a cream cami and blouse and a pair of 4" strappy brown heels. Claire then looked at Petra and said "Mind if I help you with some makeup?" Petra had been so enthralled with her body that she didn't even realize that she could use a little makeup. Claire first put on some base, then added a light amount of eyeliner, blush and lipstick. Nothing too flashy but the effect was to really feminize Petra's face. As the girls stepped out of the apartment they looked like sisters and they laughed as they went downstairs to the car. They arrived at the mall ready to shop and when they entered Petra stopped. "I don't know where to go first! All these great stores with so many femme things to wear. Macy's, Talbot's, Nine West, Victoria's Secrets, Ann Taylor, Wild Pair where should I go?" "Let's go to Macy's and break you in easy" Claire laughed. After several hours they each had two or three large bags. Petra had bought lots of clothes, from mild to almost wild and several pairs of shoes. They were passing Nine West when she pulled Claire inside. Petra and Claire sat side by side and a young man came over to help them. "Ladies, how may I help you?" he asked. He was about 19 and his nametag said "Ron". As Petra described the styles she wanted to try Ron knelt and began to remove her shoe. Petra became nervous, until now she had handled everything herself. Even when sales clerks had offered help they had not touched her. Now Ron had his hand on her bare leg as he raised her foot and removed her shoe. She was sure he would find her out! Using the sizing device, Ron measured her foot and then Claire's. "Same size" he remarked and then went off to retrieve the styles Claire had indicated. When he returned he knelt again and removed her other shoe. He then gently fit the new pair onto her feet. Did his hands spend a little extra time on her legs or was she imagining it? Was he being overly helpful as he remained kneeling checking the fit of the 4 _" stacked heel black leather pump? Was that his cheek brushing her calf? The shoes fit perfectly and she decided to wear them out of the store. She also purchased several other pairs. "My gosh what a trip" giggled to Claire. "To have that boy kneeling at my feet. I think he was trying to feel my legs too!" "It's great isn't it?" Claire said. "Our bodies make guys want us!" "Next stop is a manicure" announced Claire. Petra looked at her nails and noticed that they were longer, extending maybe _ inch past her finger tips but that they were ragged. She noticed how nice Claire's nails looked and rushed into the nail shop. Petra's nails were filed smooth and shaped. She then chose a deep red polish and after that was applied she admired how nice they looked. Claire's nails were beautiful, too. Hers were much longer, almost _ of an inch past the end of her fingers. Claire had chosen to have hers painted with French tips and the white coated nail ends made her fingers look beautiful. "Don't worry hon, it seems that my nails grow much faster so I'm sure yours will too" she said as she noticed Petra staring. Petra smiled at the thought of inch long red daggers or beautiful French Tips. Arm in arm they headed to the last stop on their shopping trip ? Victoria's Secrets. "This is the most fun so I saved it for last" Claire whispered in Petra's ear. Petra was almost overwhelmed by all of the choices, panties, bras, camisoles, teddies, slips, nightgowns, garters, stockings, baby dolls, almost too much. She selected several lacy pairs of panties in black, white and pink, then she added matching garter belts and stockings in white and black and red. "So much for the basics" she thought to her self, "now for some fun stuff". Petra began to scan through a display of teddies. Claire offered suggestions as to which ones she liked, and picked out several for herself. Petra then began to look at bras. Her breasts felt so good and so firm without a bra that she didn't think she would wear one often. There might be times when she would need, or want, to wear one so having a few might help. As she looked through several displays she heard a voice at her shoulder. "May I help you?" "Oh god" thought Petra "I've been made. The salesclerk is going to make a scene". Petra turned and was prepared to try and bluff her way through when she noticed the clerk was smiling quite sweetly. The saleswoman was in her early forties, dyed blonde with blue eyes and rather short. Her head came to Petra's shoulder and she was looking up into Petra's face. She was wearing a very nice sweater that was cut rather low and showed a substantial amount of cleavage. "Well", Petra stammered "I'm not sure what I'm looking for, or even confident about my size". "I can help you with that dear. Follow me to the dressing room. My name is Barb by the way." As she followed Barb to a dressing room at the rear of the store Petra noticed that she wore 5" stiletto heels and a very short skirt. She was obviously petite but had no trouble walking in the heels. Claire followed too and the three entered the room. Barb shut the door behind her and held out two bras. They were simple white lace bras with nothing special about them and Petra was not interested in them at all. "Don't worry hon" Barb smiled "I'm just using these to check your size. I know this manufacturer well and can gage your size for other styles from these." Petra took one and turned to face the wall. She removed her blouse and began to put on the bra. Fortunately it was a front clasp so she would not have to struggle with the snaps behind her! She felt Claire and Barb's eyes on her and realized that they could see much of her right breast from the reflection in the mirror. When the clasp was done she turned back to them. The bra seemed to her to fit fine but Barb ran her hands over the material, checking for gaps and excess stretching. At several points her fingers touched Petra's nipples and they began to stiffen. "Just as I thought, 38D. Your breasts are so firm and shapely you don't really even need a bra hon but I'll get a few fun ones for you to try on. I'll be right back." And with that she stepped out. Claire smiled "If only she knew that your breasts aren't even 24 hours old! Even mine are less than two weeks old" she giggled. "They do bounce a bit so I wear a bra sometimes." The door opened and Barb stepped in with a handful of bras. "Since you have such lovely breasts I thought I'd show you bras that were a little different than the ordinary. Try this one first" she said holding out a lacy black bra. "You're very well developed but this bra creates even more cleavage. I'm wearing one now and you can see it's effects she said as she proudly thrust out her chest. "Beautiful" said Claire. Petra had turned around, removed the white bra and put on the black one. When she turned back both Claire and Barb smiled. "Very nice" Barb said "see how well it defines your cleavage?" As she spoke Barb ran her fingers over Petra's chest. Barb's fingers seemed to dance on her skin, even as she wedged them between her boobs. "mmmmmm" Barb said quietly. "The second one is a demi-bra. It supports your breasts and creates a little more cleavage but leaves the nipples exposed. A very sexy look for you for sure". Petra turned and switched bras again, though as she turned back she wondered why she turned around. Her nipples were fully exposed and only a small amount of fabric was under each boob. "Yessssss" Barb seemed to be dreaming as she moved her hands over Petra's breasts and exposed nipples. Petra's nipples grew harder still until they were standing straight out, they even began to ache a little. "Feel how perfect her breast is in this bra" Barb said as she guided Claire's hand to Petra's left breast. Claire cupped the breast and then closed her finger and thumb trapping the nipple between them. "ooooooooo, mmm" Petra sighed, closing her eyes. In a second her right nipple felt warmth and wetness and then wonderful sensations. "Ahhhhhhhh" Petra almost moaned as she opened her eyes to see Barb sucking on her nipple. Petra reacted as if with animal instinct, with one hand she pulled Claire close and kissed her lips while her other hand began to massage Barb's breast through her sweater. Barb let the nipple slip out of her mouth with a little slurp sound and stood as tall as she could to join in the kiss. Petra, moved from Claire's lips to Barb's and felt her sweet tongue force it's way into her mouth. Petra sucked it in as Claire pulled and teased the nipple in her hand. And then it happened! Petra could feel her cock starting to swell! With panic in her eyes she looked at Claire. From one look she could tell that Claire was being similarly effected. "Barb, I can't" Petra stuttered pushing the woman away. She quickly threw on her blouse. "Please just ring these things up." Claire and Petra paid for their purchases and raced to the car. Poor Barb was left dumbfound, aroused and alone at the cash register. It was uncomfortable for Petra to sit, her cock was swelling under the panties. Claire broke several motor vehicle laws in her haste to return to the apartment. They pulled into the lot, bounded out of the car and ran up the stairs to the apartment. Once inside Claire grabbed Petra's hand and led her to the bedroom, pulling her down on top of her in a passionate embrace and kissing her deeply. Petra felt a need to kiss and hold Claire. Her nipples swelled again and her cock started to throb. Both girls began ripping off their clothes until they lay on the bed, side by side, breasts heaving,, nipples pointing and cocks standing straight up. Petra was amazed. "Oh my god" she gasped. Her cock was close to 11 inches long. Claire's was shorter, perhaps 9 inches long but noticeably thicker. Petra began to stroke her engorged cock and felt the waves of pleasure swim through her. As she continued, Claire moved and straddled her head. As if she had done it a thousand times Petra began to lick the head of her cock, and then opened her mouth to take her first taste. Claire began to pull and tease Petra's nipples. The waves of pleasure from her cock, her nipples and the cock in her mouth pushed her to ejaculate. She came in great gobs that shot into the air and splashed down onto her belly and between her breasts. Claire leaned over and began to lick up the white load and in doing so she forced her cock deeper into Petra's mouth. Petra gagged a little but swallowed as much of the meat as she could. At the same time she began to massage Claire's boobs and tease her nipples. Suddenly she felt the cock swell in her mouth, heard Claire moan and then felt spasm after spasm surge through the muscle as what felt like a gallon of cum spurted into her mouth. She couldn't swallow her first load of cum fast enough and some spilled out of the sides of her mouth. Finally, Claire rolled to the side, removing her cock from Petra's mouth. Petra noticed that her cock was still hard, as was Claire's. "I can't believe it" she exclaimed "it's as though I haven't come yet" Claire laughed "I know. I'm usually good for 2 to 4 orgasms before my erection ends." "I need to fuck something" Petra said. "Don't look at me" Claire said quickly. "no way I can take that monster of yours in me. But here, let me help you." With that Claire began to lick Petra's dick and fondle her big balls. In no time her mouth had Petra ready to explode again. Claire swallowed the entire load and looked up grinning from ear to ear. "You taste good" She then moved between Petra's thighs and placed her cock against Petra's still hard staff and began to stroke both cocks. She wrapped her hands around both dicks at once and began a pleasing, rhythmic stroking that increased in pace as her excitement built. Petra's sensations matched Claire's and soon both girls were exploding in orgasm, shooting their cum together into the air where it mixed and fell onto Petra. Finally they had emptied their loads and Claire fell onto Petra. In each other's arms they drifted off to sleep. Part Two Petra slowly awoke the next morning. She gradually remembered the events of the previous day and smiled as she thought of all the changes she had encountered. Slowly her hands roamed over her breasts and she could feel some of Claire's dried cum sticking in a few spots. Petra smiled at the thought of being on the receiving end of her first "titty fuck". Slowly she rolled her body out of bed and padded to the shower. Her breasts bounced slightly and her large cock and balls grazed each thigh as she walked. The first new thing today was when she looked in the mirror ? no beard! No need to shave! She turned on the water and when it was hot enough for her she stepped in. The water felt exquisite as it washed over her body. Her breasts and ass funneled the water into both cleavages where it increased her warmth. She washed her hair, now down to her shoulders and using a conditioner made it feel silkier. She then slowly soaped her whole body, reveling in the softness of her skin and the sensations of the warm water and her soapy hands on her breasts, nipples, ass, cock and balls. After a long rinse she toweled dry and used the Secret deodorant she found on the counter. She laughed to herself as she thought about the "Strong enough for a man but soft enough for a woman" slogan of the deodorant. Well that fit her perfectly, didn't it? She was strong enough for a man but soft enough for a woman! She sprayed some perfume on her neck, between her breasts, and on her tummy. Back in her room she selected a pair of black thong panties and pulled them up her long legs, tucking her penis between her thighs and cheeks. She then looked in her closet to determine what she would wear today. Feeling sexy she pulled out a black leather mini skirt and a sheer blue blouse. As she looked at herself in the mirror she could not get over how sexy she looked. Long legs rising to a nicely shaped ass, slim hips and waist and a very full bust. Her hair looked nice, falling almost to her shoulders. She added some eyeliner and shadow, some rouge and lipstick. Another check in the mirror and she felt perfect. She watched herself as she stepped into a pair of 4" black pumps (she liked higher heels but for daywear she thought 4" more appropriate) and saw the tone of her legs improve even more. She was hot!!! As she opened the door of her room and stepped out she saw Claire emerging from her room. "Wow, you look great. Like you're a slayer or something," said Claire. "What do you mean?" Petra asked. "You know, like Buffy the Vampire Slayer. All you need are the boots to go with that outfit" replied Claire. "Well let's get shopping" Petra laughed. "I'd love to Hon but I've got to interview another prospect today for Dr. Stan. I can give you a ride to the mall if you'd like." Petra was a little disappointed that Claire would not be shopping with her but she was happy for the ride. Claire was dressed in the same outfit that Petra (although she was Peter at the time) first saw her in when she interviewed him. As they walked to the car Petra asked Claire how many guys had Dr. Stan changed to girls. "So far only us two. I've interviewed about 50 candidates but none fit the right profile to be an acceptable transformation candidate, except for you." Petra thought about that as they drove. "How many more subjects is Dr. Stan looking for?" Claire thought and said, "I don't know. He screens all the replies and then tells me to call them and set it up. So far we haven't found anyone else and I'm not sure how much longer we are gong to look." When they arrived at the mall it was early so Claire let Petra in through a side door that she used to reach the interview suite. Then Petra headed for the mall and they parted ways. Claire's comment about boots stuck in her head as she wandered through the empty mall. The mall would open in about 30 minutes and so most of the shops had some sales clerks in them getting ready for the day. Petra's heels echoed off the glass of the storefronts as they clicked on the tile floor. As she wandered around window-shopping she saw a pair of boots in a window. She walked over to take a closer look. As she approached she realized that it was the Nine West store that she bought some shoes in the other day. She checked out the display and focused on a pair of black knee boots. They had thicker heels than she preferred but they were at least 4" high, had a nice tapered toe and beautiful black leather with a zipper inside the calf. Suddenly she noticed the clerk who had sold her the shoes yesterday staring at her through the window. His nametag still read "Ron" and he was monitoring her to the door grate. She walked over and he spoke to her. His face was flushed red and his voice was trembling a little. "W-w-would you like to see those b-boots?" he stammered "I c-c-could let you in early and I c- could get them for you." Petra smiled at this young boy; maybe 18 or 19 who was clearly in awe of her. "I would like that" she said. Ron fumbled with his keys, opening the grate for Petra. He held the gate up and watched as she walked in, then lowered and locked it again. "Hmmm," Petra smiled "seems you have me all to yourself! Is anyone else here?" "Uh, no, uh the manager has me open by myself some mornings. She won't be here until after we open. It's usually slow in here for the first hour or so" Ron answered. Some wicked thoughts were brewing in Petra's mind as she walked over and picked up one of the display boots. "Would like to see a pair of those in your size?" Ron asked. "Yesssss" Petra said as seductively as she could. Ron blushed more and asked Petra to follow him toward the back of the store. He offered her the last seat, just before the storeroom and almost fell to her feet. He gently removed her heels and began to measure her foot. His touch was gentle, almost caressing and he seemed to put his face very close to her feet. "Ron," she said, "why do you work here?" "Well, uh, I need the money and, uh, I couldn't find " "Ron," she cut him off "why do you really work here? Why did you ask me in before the store was open?" "I, uh, well, uh" his face was crimson as he tried to answer her. "Is it because you like women's shoes Ron?" Petra asked with a hint of power in her voice. "Yes, Ma'am" Ron answered tentatively, looking up at her. This is going to be fun thought Petra! "Get those boots in my size, and hurry Ronnie." "Ronnie" scurried off to the storeroom to get the boots. Petra smiled at the thought of this young boy, kinky for heels and boots, if he only knew!!! Ron returned with a white box and knelt before her. He removed the top of the box and then pulled out a boot. The smell of the leather covered them both and Petra breathed it in deeply. She had always liked leather and it's smell. Carefully, tenderly Ron lifted her foot and placed it in the boot. He smoothed the leather over her calf and slowly zipped it up. His hands were trembling slightly as he worked and he was sweating a little. He reached for the second boot. "Ronnie?" Petra whispered. "Yes Ma'am" "I want you to check the fit on that boot." Ron reached down and began to run his hands over the smooth, taut leather of her boot near her toes. "Ronnie dear, I think you would find that you could judge the fit better if you used something other than your hands" Petra said in a very firm tone. Ron's hands stopped immediately and he looked up at her face. He looked a little like a frightened puppy and a little like an eager child. Slowly he bent his head toward the boot until his face was nearly on the leather and began to kiss her booted foot softly. His lips traveled over the toes and instep and Petra could feel them through the leather. Ron then laid his cheek on the boot and sighed. Petra smiled, "Good boy Ronnie. Now put on the other boot." Ron removed the second boot from the box and carefully placed it on her foot, as he began to zip it up Petra stopped him. "No honey, use your teeth to close the zipper." Ron's face flushed yet again, a bright red this time, yet he lowered his face to the instep, gently took the zipper pull between his teeth and pulled the zipper closed. Petra felt an incredible high at the control she was exerting over Ron. She felt she could make him do just about anything at this point and she was determined to find out. "Stand up Ronnie" she instructed. Looking very embarrassed, Ron stood facing the still seated Petra. Petra smiled wickedly as she noticed the bulge in Ron's crotch. Playfully she extended a booted foot and rubbed the sole and toe into Ron's crotch. "So what turns you on the most sweetie?" she teased. "My boots? Being told what to do? Serving a woman? Being treated like a wimp? What?" Ron seemed to shrink even as he pushed his hips forward to receive more of Petra's footwork on his cock and balls. "Well, uh, this is the, uh, first time I've done this, Ma'am, so I guess all of it turns me on." Petra lowered her boot and stood up. "On your knees Ronnie dear, and kiss my boots." Ron dropped to his knees in a flash and began to worship her leather encased feet, planting soft kisses all over the toes, the instep and even behind the heel. "Follow me" Petra instructed as she walked toward the back of the store. Ron followed, crawling on his knees, his eyes roving between her boots and her bouncing ass cheeks, which were also covered in leather. Petra found a corner of the storeroom and pointed for Ron to crawl there, turn around and face her. When he did as she instructed he knelt in the corner, arms at his side and a clear hard on in his pants. "Remove your shirt" Petra commanded and Ron rapidly obeyed. Not very muscular but at least he was in fair enough shape, young and firm she thought. Petra moved close to him, put the shaft of her boot into his groin and stroked it up and down against his hard cock. At the same time she leaned close to him and used her fingernails to tease his nipple as she whispered in his ear. "Would my little Ronnie like to cum?" Between moans and sighs Ron managed to croak out a weak "Yes Ma'am". Petra pinched his nipple hard between her nails. "Do you like this sweet painful feeling my pet?" Again, between sharp drawing in of his breath, Ron moaned "Yes, Ma'am". "Pull down your pants Ronnie, let me see what you have." Petra purred, lips nearly touching his ear. Quickly he undid his belt buckle, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, reached down and pulled his pants and white cotton briefs to his knees in one motion. His penis was hard and erect, stand up at a 45 degree angle from his groin and sticking out about 6 inches. Petra slid her boot toe up his bare thigh until it reached his balls, which were tight to his body. "Do you have a nice big load in these for me?" she cooed into his ear as her boot toe tapped his tight sac. "Yes" was all he could croak. Petra was truly enjoying this. The power and control she held over this boy was incredible. She had no doubt that she could get him to do whatever she said at this point. She decided to take a chance. "Ronnie sweetie" she whispered as she began to tease his other nipple "will you do anything for me?" "Yes, Ma'am" he groaned as her attention to his nipple sent waves of pain and excitement through his body, centering into his groin. Petra looked and saw a drop of pre-cum slowly falling from the tip of his penis. She stepped away and as she did Ron groaned at the loss of her touch and he leaned forward trying to feel her boot, her fingers, her lips. Petra smiled as she bent down to pick up his shirt. She wrapped it around his head and tied it in place. She then reached down and tweaked both of his nipples and was rewarded with a load groan, a twitching of his cock and an even larger drop of pre-cum oozing from his cock tip. By this point Petra's own cock was ready to rip the thong from her body. Hurriedly she looked around the stockroom and saw some twine on the floor. She took and used it to bind Ron's wrists behind his back. Ron never protested and as Petra was tying his wrists she was licking and blowing in his ear, her breasts rubbing on his shoulder. Pre-cum kept oozing from his cock and there was now a thin line, like a spider's web string, running from his cock to the floor. "Ronnie?" she cooed "Would you like to be my lover?" "Oh, yes! Yes please" he answered quickly. "And do you want to please me?" "Yes, yes I do Ma'am" came the reply. Petra pulled up her leather skirt and reached inside her thong to pull out her semi-erect penis. She positioned the tip right in front of Ron's lips. "Open your mouth and please me then Ronnie" Petra commanded. Immediately he opened his mouth and Petra grabbed his hair and pulled his face to her cock. She put the head in his mouth and then began to push toward him. At first Ron tried to pull away but Petra had to tight a grip on his hair. His struggling actually sent pleasurable sensations through her cock and made it grow even larger. Soon Ron stopped struggling and began to actually tongue the head and create suction with his mouth. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm, that's it Ronnie, suck my big clit. Please me and I'll let you come." Ron began to move his head back and forth on her cock while sucking and licking it. For a first time he was doing just fine and soon Petra felt the sensations build as a load of cum made it's way from her large balls into her cock. "I've got a lovely surprise for you lover" she teased and then pushed deeper into his mouth as she began to pump her load into Ron's mouth. He swallowed as fast as he could but some of the white cum dripped from the corners of his mouth. When the last of her load had been ejaculated Petra pulled out of his mouth and wiped the head of her dick on his face. "How was that lover?" she asked. Ron actually smiled as he responded. "That was awesome, I've never done anything like that before but I've often thought about sucking a cock. Yours seems big, can I see it?" Petra leaned forward and removed the shirt from around Ron's head. "My god" he gasped and then he stole a quick look at his own penis, "how big are you?" Petra could only laugh, "Over ten inches hon. Would you like to suck it some more?" "I'd really like to cum Ma'am. And do you think I could see your tits?" "If you suck me off again I'll let you see my boobs, and if you're really good I may let you suck a nipple." Without a moments hesitation Ron opened his mouth and engulfed the head, sucking it between his lips and into his mouth. Petra held onto his head and actually fucked his mouth by thrusting her hips back and forth. It took a while longer for the pressure and sensations to build in her balls but eventually she felt her head swell and the first spurt of white liquid. This time, since the volume was less, Ron easily swallowed every drop. Again, Petra removed her cock and wiped it on Ron's cheeks. "Would you like to cum now sweetie?" she teased. "Yes, please" Ron begged. Petra moved to trap Ron's cock between her boots. "Go ahead Ronnie, fuck my boots and you can cum all over them." Ron immediately began pumping his hips back and forth and pushing his cock back and forth between the leather covered legs of his new Mistress. In less than 45 seconds Ron's cock began to pulse and spurt cum onto the black leather. Petra pushed Ron back so that the spurts of cum fell all over the front and tops of the boots. The white drops stood out boldly against the black leather and several puddles accumulated on the tops of the toes. "Now Ronnie, my pet, I want you to lick my boots clean." "Yes Ma'am" Ron answered eagerly and bent forward and extended his tongue to begin licking the leather clean. In short order the leather was gleaming and clean. As Ron was polishing the boots with his tongue Petra replaced her softening cock between her cheeks and covered it with the thong. She then pulled her mini skirt back into place. "My my, look at the time! I really must get going," said Petra as she looked at her watch. "What time is it?" Ron asked in a panic. "Almost quarter after" said Petra. "Oh no, the store should have been open 15 minutes ago and my boss will be here any minute!" "Gee this would be a terrible situation for your boss to find you in, wouldn't it?" Petra said, a hint of cruelty in her voice. "Please, Ma'am. Please don't leave me like this. My boss will fire me." Ron was clearly panicked and afraid. Petra reached down and pinched his nipples "Where are the keys?" she demanded. "They are still in the grate" Ron whined "pleeease, please untie me." Petra walked out of the storeroom and found the keys in the grate. She unlocked and opened the grate and walked back to the storeroom. "There is a woman headed this way, kinda looks like she might be your boss." Petra teased. She loosened the twine around Ron's wrist, dropped the keys in front of him and walked back out to the store. Petra sat back in the chair that she sat in when she tried on the boots and the woman she had seen in the mall walked into the store and behind the cash register. "Are you being helped?" the woman asked as Ron emerged from the stockroom tucking his shirt into his pants. "Oh yes, thank you. Ronnie here has been a love." Petra smiled. Ron returned and knelt before Petra, his face very red and traces of cum still on his cheeks. "I'll take these, can I wear them out of the store?" "Of course, Ma'am" Ron answered. Petra went to the register, and paid the woman. "Ronnie really is a dear. He serviced me beautifully this morning." Petra winked at Ron as she said this. The manager smiled and said "Thank you, I am glad he was able to accommodate your needs." Petra just smiled as she turned and walked out of the store. Ron was almost glowing red he was so embarrassed. It was only a few moments later that he realized that he had never gotten to see let alone touch Petra's breasts. He hoped fervently that he would have the opportunity to see her again. Petra was on a bit of a high as she wandered through the mall. What a thrill it was to have Ronnie under her control. He eagerly did her bidding. It might be fun to play some more with him again and see what other things she could get him to do! She stopped at Starbucks and had a coffee and muffin while seated at one of their tables in the mall. She watched the other women walking past her and noticed the many long and generally jealous looks she received. She had to admit that her long legs, sexy boots, short skirt, and tight top over her braless breasts truly made her look very sexy, approaching a slut/hooker look. Suddenly she was aware of someone standing next to her. She looked up to see Barb, the saleswoman from Victoria's Secrets standing next to her. "Hello hon, how are you today? You left so quickly yesterday I never got your name." "Oh, I'm sorry, my name is Petra. Thank you so much for your help yesterday." Barb smiled and said "It's always my pleasure to help a beautiful girl like you. In fact I'd be pleased to be your personal consultant anytime you need help." She held out a business card with her name and the store phone number. Underneath was a handwritten phone number with a note that said "Call anytime". "I've added my home phone number so you can reach me there dear." Barb smiled. "I need to get back to the store. I hope to see you again soon." she said as she made a little kiss with her lips and playfully caressed Petra's hair. Petra watched her small body as she walked away. She was trim and her hips and butt cheeks moved very sexily as she walked away on her 5" heels. Petra left the mall and walked down the street toward a bus stop. As she walked she passed a construction sight and several of the brawny construction workers whistled and made suggestive, lewd comments about her body and what they would like to do with it! Petra looked at the crew and most of them were older with big pot bellies. There were one or two younger guys who looked in good shape and were rather handsome. She looked right at a couple of them and they looked right back at her. One tall blond with big shoulders was looking at her closely but did nothing. Petra kept walking downtown and happened on an interesting storefront that she had never noticed before. Even the name was intriguing ? SMOOTH AND MEAN ? stenciled discreetly on the window of the door. Almost sounded like an English name to her, perhaps a haberdasher from London. The door was all black and the window had a small display of jackets, pants and a few handbag/briefcases, all of which were leather. Petra pulled the door open and stepped inside. Immediately she was overcome with the powerful smell of leather. The sweet, musky smell covered her and caused her to close her eyes and breathe in deeply several times. She opened her eyes and looked around. Every display rack, wall and case held leather items ? pants, skirts, vests, jackets, coats, wallets, pocketbooks and gloves. Most the leather was rich, black and shiny though other colors like red, white, brown and purple were interspersed among the displays. "Hello my dear, may I help you?" asked a soft voice. Petra turned to see an older man, perhaps in his mid to late 60s, bald (apparently shaved), with a soft silk shirt, a leather vest hanging open and a pair of leather jeans. He was not very tall, perhaps 5'6" or so. In her 4" boots added to her height she towered over him. "This is my first time here, I've never noticed this shop before." "We cater to a discriminating clientele and we don't really advertise very much so I'm not surprised. Do you like leather my dear?" "Like it? I love it can't you tell?" "Well yes I, I noticed your leather boots and the nice skirt on you. So are you looking for something in particular?" Well I don't know, I just bought these boots" Petra hesitated. "One can never have too much leather" the old man laughed. Petra realized that he had a very effeminate voice. "Let's see what we may have for you dear" he said, taking her by the arm and leading her deeper into the store toward a display of leather coats. "Hmmm" he said cocking his head and putting his finger to his lips "you are a big girl." He reached into the rack by standing on his tiptoes and pulled out a black leather coat. "Try this" he instructed. Petra took the coat. the leather was buttery soft and had a patina to it that made it appear to glisten. She put her arms through the sleeves and pulled the coat around her. It fit perfectly. She tied the leather sash tightly around her waist and followed the old man's gaze to a triple mirror. She was awed, amazed and aroused by what she saw. Staring back at her from the mirror was a vision in black leather. From her gleaming leather boots to her neck she was sheathed in soft, smooth black leather. She looked powerful and almost feline in this outfit. "Oooo, I almost forgot" said the clerk and he disappeared around a rack, only to return in a moment with a pair of smooth black leather women's gloves. Petra pulled them on her hands and placed her hands on her hips as she stared into the mirror. "Wow, don't I look like a Domme Bitch" she exclaimed. "Yes, yes you do my dear" the man answered, almost giddily. "Do you like that look?" he asked. "Yes, I do. I like it a lot. I only wish both my boots and my gloves came up higher so that I could be even more Domme looking." That can be arranged Mistress. Follow me" and he scurried ahead of her trough a black curtain at the rear of the store. "As I said" the man continued "we cater to an exclusive clientele. I could sense that you were our type of customer when you came through the door. We have a special collection for discerning customers." He led Petra into a large room, and turned on the lights. As before the smell of the leather was pervasive but here the items were fair more exotic and erotic than in the storefront. Covering the walls and the racks were boots, gloves, catsuits, bras, corsets, whips, harnesses, dildos, handcuffs, gags and an assortment of leather gear and fetish items. "mmmmm, My my" Petra whispered. "I thought you would like this room," the clerk said. "Now you understand the play on the name of the store." In response to Petra's quizzical look he said "Smooth and Mean, S and M." " I get it now," Petra chuckled. "How long has this shop been here? I don't ever recall seeing it or hearing about it." "My Master and I started this shop 10 years ago. We had always loved leather and had a hard time buying quality goods at reasonable prices. We began to search out the best manufacturers and then eventually opened this store. When he left me a few years ago he gave it to me." The old man took on a wistful look as he finished the story. "Why did he leave you?" "I've gotten too old," he sighed "there's nothing quite like an old queer. He found a younger playtoy and moved on. So I'm left with this to pay my bills and the occasional fun time. Usually I just end up sucking off the guys that come in here. Ever since that construction project started next door I've had a few of them as regulars." Petra felt a little sad for the old man but his tone had changed. "What would you like?" he asked with a sweep of his arm. Petra did not know what to try first. She peeled off the coat and removed her gloves. She then selected a leather bra, turning away from the old goat as she put it on. Then she found a pair of shoulder length black gloves and pulled them on. Looking in the mirror she felt an incredible rush. Her large boobs were prominently encased in leather and the long gloves gave her a dangerous look. "Hmmm", she said "what's missing?" "Perhaps these?" the old man suggested, holding a pair of thigh high, spike heel boots. "Yes!" she answered. "May I..?" he asked as he began to kneel. "Of course" Petra replied. The old clerk dropped to his knees and unzipped the knee boots she was wearing. He then placed the thigh highs on each foot and zipped them up. As good as the other boots had felt, these felt even better! Her legs were now encased in black leather from toe to below her skirt, all the while perched on 6" heels! Petra reached for a riding crop that hung from one of the walls. With the crop in her hand, lightly tapping the calf of her boot she looked like a supreme Dominatrix! "MMMMMMMMMMM! I like this look. Even more I like the feel of this!!! I felt such a sense of power, like I could control anyone!" "I'll say you do!" Petra was not sure if he was hoping she would dom him or not but before she could say anything she heard a discreet electronic peep. "A customer" the man explained and slipped out through the curtain. Petra watched through the curtain slit as the clerk approached a tall, muscular black man, obviously from the construction site. "Hello Seymour" the construction worker said. How's tricks?" "Just fine sir" came the reply. "Have those custom boots come in yet, faggot?" "yes sir, just a moment and I'll bring them out." Seymour ran to another room and came back quickly with a box. In the meantime the black man had taken a seat on one of the counters. His upper body rippled and his arms were coated with a sheen of sweat. Seymour placed the box on the man's lap with a bit of a bow and then removed the cover. The customer removed a pair of heavy, lug soled, black leather boots that laced up the front and would reach to below the knee. These clearly were fetish boots of a different sort and as Seymour removed the man's dusty work boots the worker replaced them with the black boots. When they were laced he dropped to the floor from the counter with a loud thud. He towered over Seymour. "Mmmmmm, I like these. Let's see how they work. On your knees bitch," he snarled, Seymour dropped immediately and buried his face in the man's crotch. "Get busy," he barked and the old queer opened the man's pants to reveal his large, black cock. With a deftness born of experience, Seymour gently swallowed the head and began to bob his head up and down, taking about half the shaft into his mouth on the downstroke. In a very short time the worker grabbed the bald head between his thighs and held it as he shot his load. Seymour swallowed every drop, licked him clean and replaced his cock in his pants. "Nice job bitch," said the satisfied customer as he bent to remove his new boots. By the way, I'll need a set of your strongest nipple clamps. My new boy has a very high pain tolerance, the ones I have aren't getting to him." "Sure thing sir" Seymour said as he rang up the boots and clamps, placing both in a simple brown paper bag. "Thank you, come again sir." "Oh I will, you can be sure of that," the black man smiled a wide grin as he turned and walked out the door. Seymour returned through the curtain. "Wow" exclaimed Petra. "Yes," Seymour smiled "he's been a good customer ever since the project started next door. He's bought $1,000 worth of things from me. I don't know who his boy is but I'm jealous!" Again the discreet peep sound was heard and Seymour went out. Petra gasped a little to herself when she saw the big blond from the construction site. With very blond hair, blue eyes and a muscular physique Petra imagined that he was a real ladies man. His appearance in the S&M shop made her wonder whether he was gay. "How are we doing on that little assignment I gave you, Seymour?" "Well Kevin I wasn't having much luck, but this morning things may have taken a change for the better. If you'll excuse me for a moment I could make some inquiries." With that Seymour came through the curtain to Petra. "I hope you don't think I'm being too forward but I have some questions I'd like to ask you. Are you pre or post-op?" "How did you know?" "When you've been in my business as long as I have you see everything. You are beautiful, by the way. Perhaps the best transformation I've ever seen, but you can't hide bones, the hands are especially telling and of course your shoe size, which you'll note I got right on the first try," he said proudly. "Mind you not one in ten thousand people, make that one in a hundred thousand, will be even suspect you. I'm just gifted that way. So, pre or post?" "Pre" Petra answered timidly. "Well then," Seymour rubbed his hands together "see that beautiful boy out there? He has asked me to find him a pre-op Domme. Would you be interested in