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A Better Body By Mister Double-U I can tell that they're staring at me. Watching my breasts as I pull down on the arm bar. And why shouldn't they? I am the hottest looking babe at the gym. I shake my head and move the long red hair out of my eyes. The sweat glistening off my perfectly formed legs. It's a wonderful sensation. One of the guys just moved to the machine next to me. He's kind of cute. I can almost see his erection through his shorts. I bend over to lower the weight, giving him the perfect view of my ass. Too bad for him that I have my own studly man to go to tonight. Strange how this all happened. I didn't used to be this way. ***************************************************** It was over a month ago. I was a scrawny little guy back then. Not very tall, about 5'6", 140lbs with the start of a pot belly, balding and glasses. I used to stare at the girls the way the guys now stare at me. How I wanted them. There was no chance, of course. The guys who got the girls hung out at the gym every night. They were all built like the Incredible Hulk, while I was built like the Incredible Mr. Limpit. (It's a Don Knotts movie) I would leave the gym, go home and turn on my computer. I went to all the adult websites. Thinking about how I'd love to have one of those girls for my own. This went on for quite a while. One day, I'm working out and staring at this beautiful brunette. She was tall, with amazing legs and the most fabulous breasts I had ever seen. Couldn't have been old than 19. Every guy in the place stopped when she walked by. As she passed me, I blushed and kept working out. I got off my machine and headed out when one of the trainers stopped me. His name was Ralph. He was enormous. Had to be at least 6', very muscular. Looks like his full time job was working out. His arms were the size of my head. "Hey." he said. "Cute, ain't she?" I looked back at her. She was on the nearest treadmill walking briskly. Her breasts bounced in time with her strides. I sighed. "Oh yeah." I answered. "But out of my league." "Really?" he asked. "What makes you say that?" "Are you kidding?" I replied. "Look at her! She's beautiful. Look at me. I wouldn't have a snowball's chance in hell." I started walking towards the door. He put his hand on my shoulder. I stopped. "Sounds like your workout routine isn't doing what you want. Let me ask you something. If you could change your body, what would you do?" He stood there smiling. I should have known something was wrong then. The question caught me off guard. "I don't know." I answered. "Not much, maybe a better chest, and lose some of this fat that I've acquired lately." His smile grew wider. "I can help you," he said. Here comes the sales pitch. "Sorry, I'm not interested in any of those muscle building products you guys are always selling." I started walking away but his grip on my shoulder tightened. "This one's no pitch," he said. "In fact, it's guaranteed. If it doesn't give you the desired results in 30 days, I'll personally give you double your money back." Now if there's one thing I've learned from my years of banking, it's that if something sounds too good to be true, it probably is. But I decided to play along. "All right, tell me more." I said. We walked into his little office and sat down. He pulled out a small pamphlet and a bottle of pills. "This little pill," he started "was developed by scientists working in genetic research. They were successfully able to take the DNA characteristics of one person and give them to another person. Remember that cloned sheep?" "Dolly, right?" I answered. He nodded. "Right." he replied. "The same people. You have to take these pills for 15 days, and then the results are permanent. You never have to work out again and you'll never lose what you have." He took one of the pills out of the bottle. They were small, pink pills. He placed one in my hands. "The results start immediately, but it takes the full 15 days for the full effect." He got up and put some water in a plastic cup. "What do you say?" I thought about it. In retrospect, I probably shouldn't have done it. But I kept thinking about that brunette. You know what they say, "When the little head gets hard, the big head gets soft." "Sure," I said, taking the water from his hand. "Why the hell not?" I took the pill and started to feel something in my stomach. At first, I thought I was going to be sick. Then, I felt my stomach muscles tighten. I lifted up my shirt and found that my love handles and potbelly were beginning to disappear. "I don't believe it!" I said. Ralph smiled. "See, told you it would work. The 15-day supply is $19.99. Remember, if you want to keep that perfectly flat stomach, you have to keep this up for the whole 15 days." I took out my credit card and gave it to him. He ran it through the imprinter. "One pill per day for 15 days. Ok?" I signed the receipt and took back my card. "Ok." I answered. I left as quickly as I could and went home. This was the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me. In a month, I would have the body to make other people envious and I'd get the girl. I took the pills every day, as I was instructed. I still went to the gym twice a week, just to stay active and see if anyone noticed anything. By the third day, I noticed a change in my chest. I looked like it was starting to grow a little. My nipples seemed bigger and more erect. I'd hoped that it would evolve into a massive chest. I guess I was right... I noticed when I lifted at the gym, that I couldn't do as much weight. I used to be able to do 3 sets of 10 with 60 pounds of weight. Not a great deal, granted, but now I was having trouble lifting 2 sets of 10 at 45 pounds. I decided not to lift anymore and stick to the bike and treadmill. I checked myself out in the mirror as I walked to the bike. My stomach was still as flat as a pancake. Although my ass seemed bigger than before. I rode the bike and noticed a few stares. It was what I was hoping for. I never felt happier. By the end of the first week, people began to notice that I looked a little different. My boss at work even started to comment about it. "Frank, what have you been doing?" she asked. "You look different." I smiled. I always liked my boss. She was a bit anal at times, but treated us all really well and didn't take credit for everything, like so many other people I've worked for. "Thanks, Missy." I replied. "I've been taking these pills that someone at the gym gave to me. They've worked wonders. I've already lost 20 pounds and I've never felt better." "Oh." she said. "I'm glad things are working out. I would suggest you get a hair cut before the President sees you. It's getting a bit long." "I got one three days ago." I answered. "I'll take care of it this week." She walked away and I headed for the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I took a closer look at myself. My hair had gotten longer, and thicker. It was now down to the middle of my back. My face seemed to have thinned out too. Didn't even have to shave this morning. I shouldn't complain, though. I used to have to cut my hair once every six weeks. I can accept having to get my hair cut more often. I locked the door and unbuttoned my shirt. My chest was developing nicely. I could see, what I thought was the beginning of muscle growth. But my nipples kept itching all the time. I rebuttoned my shirt. It was a bit snug around my chest. I smiled. This is great. I'm getting a larger chest. I unbuttoned my pants, I thought that my penis was smaller than usual. Granted it was cold in the office that day, but even so. I was still too excited about my chest development. As soon as I got back to my desk, the phone rang. "Good Morning, This is Frank." I said. My voice began to crack like a teenager in puberty. "Honey, are you all right?" It was my mother. "Yeah, Mom." I replied. "I guess I'm getting a cold again." My voice was getting worse. "Well, don't forget you're coming for brunch on Sunday. Your sister's coming over." "I remember. I'll see you at 6:30." I said. "Bye." My voice cracked again. I tried clearing my throat but every time I opened my mouth to speak, a voice I didn't recognize would come out. The rest of the day was uneventful and I headed back to my condo at 5:00. I couldn't figure out what was going on. One minute, I was talking in my normal baritone and the next I couldn't do more than whisper. Traffic was worse than usual and I was exhausted when I got home. I quickly undressed and noticed that I had gotten a small rip in my pants right along both side pockets. "Guess these are going to the tailors." I said. Nothing but that strange whisper came out. I shook my head and changed into my robe. I was feeling a bit horny and popped in one of my favorite adult videos and sat on the couch. I had it set for the best scene. This hot looking blond was getting fucked from behind by this muscular guy. She had the greatest ass and amazing tits. As he fucked her, I undid my robe and began to stroke my cock. I wanted to be him. Taking that gorgeous woman. I was fantasizing about having sex and noticed that I wasn't getting hard. This had never happened to me before and it was a bit frightening. I figured that it was because I was tired and had a tough day at work. I turned off the video and decided to take a short nap. As I slept, I had the strangest dream. I was a player in my favorite video. Except instead of fucking this blond chick, I was the blond chick. Mark Savage, the guy from the video, was fucking me. I could almost feel his hot cock going in and out of my tight pussy. I felt his strong arms around my waist and could sense his hot breath on my back. I couldn't believe how good it felt. I wanted more. I wanted him to cum inside me. In my dream, he came inside me and I screamed. He pulled out and I rolled over and began to lick the cum off his still hard cock. I could tell that he was ready to cum again and sucked him hard. He did cum again and this time it was all over my face and in my hair. I opened my eyes and noticed that I had cum all over the sheets. "That was fucking weird." I said to no one in particular. I got up, showered and got dressed. I went through my entire wardrobe, but couldn't find a pair of pants that fit. For some reason they were all way too tight around my ass. I decided to just forget going out and went to sleep. My sister Ronnie, is 5 years younger than I am. She lives only about 10 miles from Mom & Dad, but lately it seems like she's been living there. She's engaged to a really nice guy and the wedding is set for October of this year. Mom has been in frenzy getting things together. Every time I come over, they're talking about wedding plans. When I walked in the door, Mom and Ronnie were flipping through bridal magazines, as usual. "Hi honey." Mom said, not looking up. "How's your voice?" "Fine." I whispered. Ronnie looked up and her mouth hung open. "It doesn't sound fine." Mom continued. "I think I should." she looked up and stopped. "What happened to your hair?" "It just grew, I guess." I whispered again. I cleared my throat. Ronnie walked over and ran her fingers through it. "Here." Mom said throwing me a scrungie. "At least get it out of your face." Ronnie grabbed it and put my hair. I now had a very full ponytail. "Have you been doing something different?" she continued. "No." I lied. She looked at me suspiciously, but didn't say anything else. Ronnie walked back to the table and picked a clothes carrier off the chair. "I just picked up my wedding dress. Wanna see it?" she asked. I really didn't, but I nodded anyway. She grabbed my hand and nearly dragged me upstairs. We walked into her bedroom and she shut the door. The dress was beautiful, although I didn't care much at the time. Ronnie held it up to show me how it looked. "Very pretty." I said. "You'll love lovely in it." I inched my way to the door. "Sit down a minute, would you?" she asked. I sat down. "Do you mind if I try it on. I need a second opinion. Mom was WAY too emotional." "Sure, why not?" I said. She walked into the bathroom and started getting dressed. I caught a glimpse of myself in the closet mirror. I looked kind of cute. Sweet and innocent, I thought, with my hair in a ponytail. For some strange reason, I got up and walked to the mirror. I pulled the scrungie out of my hair and took the brush off the counter. I began to brush my hair out a bit, making it look more full. Slightly sexy, I thought. I was admiring the way I looked when my sister walked out. "What do you.." she stopped. "Oh my god!" she said. "I can't believe the way you look." She walked over in the dress and ran her fingers through my hair. "Sit down, let me try something." I wanted to protest, but found myself sitting in the chair in front of the small mirror. Ronnie grabbed a load of hair stuff out of the bathroom and before I knew it, she put some conditioner in my hair, blew it dry and put mousse in it. I had closed my eyes; afraid of what I would find when I opened them. I heard her step back and I opened my eyes. I couldn't believe what was staring back at me. No longer was there this odd looking boy with long hair, I was now a very hot and sexy looking GIRL. She stood there with her mouth open. "This is amazing!" she said. "How? What?" I interrupted her. "I met this guy at the gym. He sold me these pills to help my development." I took the pills out of my pocket. Ronnie took them out of my hand. "They've given me all this." I finished. Ronnie looked closely at the pills. "I don't know much about this stuff," she said. "Maybe you should stop taking them." "No." I said. "Look what they've done so far. I've got a full head of hair and a super thin stomach." I lifted my shirt to show her. "I've never looked so good. So there's a few minor side effects. I can accept that." She handed them back to me. "All right, I guess you know what you're doing." "Thanks." I answered. "But we do have to do something about this." I continued as I ran my fingers through my hair. Ronnie took my arm and let me towards the sink. She washed the entire gunk out of my hair and put the scrungie back in. Walking down the stairs, Mom was just setting the table. "If you don't mind, I'm going to pass on dinner." I said. "I'm not really hungry." Mom looked hurt. "Oh, Ok hon." she said and kissed me goodbye. "Call me sometime, huh?" I smiled. "Sure Mom." I replied. Going home, the strangest thoughts ran through my head. I was a hot looking woman. It was weird. I'd never thought of myself as anything other than a plain looking guy. Now, I looked better as a woman, then I did as a man. My chest began to itch something awful and scratching it, I noticed that the bumps on my chest were getting bigger. Those pills are finally beginning to have some better benefits. I pulled into my apartment parking lot and headed upstairs. It was starting to get dark. I looked in the mirror and again thought about what happened at Mom's. I took the scrungie out of my hair and shook it out. It fell across my cheeks and down my back. I grabbed a brush and started working on it as Ronnie did earlier. I started to get an erection with each stroke of the brush. I dropped my pants and took off my shirt. The bumps on my chest reminded me of small breasts. When Ronnie and I were very young, we used to have no embarrassments about walking around the house totally naked. That stopped for her at about age 12. That was the last time I saw her breasts, and this is what they looked like. I put that thought quickly out of my mind. 'That was silly' I thought. 'Why the hell would I have tits??' I began to play with the nipples and was electrified by the sensations that I felt. My cock was fully erect and was leaking with every twist of my nipples. I decided to stop. 'Could I go out as a girl? With my hair down across my face, I looked really hot.' I headed to the bathroom and took a really quick shave and then ran the blade across my legs, stomach and chest. I finished and looked at myself in the mirror. Granted, there wasn't much hair to begin with, but with all of it gone I had the body of a girl. I left the bathroom and headed to my bedroom. Mom had given me a bag of old clothes to take over to goodwill. I bitched and moaned about it, but now tore through the bag looking for stuff. I don't know why I was doing it, but I knew that I wanted to. I pulled out a small leatherette skirt and long sleeve top. It was slightly too small for Ronnie, but fit me almost perfectly. My nipples were clearly visible through the material. There wasn't a pair of shoes for me to wear, so I just threw on my sneakers and headed out the door. I drove out to the mall and parked my car in the farthest parking spot. I was incredibly nervous. Would I be recognized? I needn't have bothered. I walked through Strawbridges and was stopped by one of the ladies at the makeup counter. "Would you like a free makeover?" she asked. She was a young girl, probably about 22. Short black hair and deep black makeup to match. Not a very flattering look, I thought. "Sure, why not?" I replied. My voice sounded higher than it did this afternoon. I put my hand to my throat. "You have the most wonderful complexion." she said dabbing base on my face. She went on to add liner, eye shadow, mascara and blush. As she was adding the plum lipstick and liner, I managed to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I really couldn't believe it this time. My long red hair hung loosely along my face. I looked amazing. Dark eyes deep lips. She really did a wonderful job. She backed away and looked at me, smiling. "This is the best work I've ever done. Do you mind if I take your picture?" "No problem." I replied. "She took out a small Polaroid instamatic camera and had me step next to one of the walls. She must have shot a whole roll of film. "Thank you so much." She finally said. I had spots in front of my eyes. "I'm taking a cosmetology class and I need something to show. I really appreciate it." She walked over and hugged me. "That outfit has got to go though," she finished. "I know a great place for clothes." She started taking off her smock. I looked at her. She wore a short woolen skirt with ripped fishnet stockings and a T-shirt from a Misfits concert. "Uh, that's ok." I said. "I don't want to inconvenience you." She grabbed her purse and my arm. "It's no problem, really." She continued. "Trust me hon. I'll hold your makeup here till we come back. By the way, my name's Brandy." "I'm, uh, Amber." I answered. It was the first name that popped into my head. It was the name of the character in the adult movie I watched last night. "Nice to meet you." Brandy said. We walked through the mall and chatted about everything. She told me all about herself. She was a student at Beaver College (how appropriate, I thought) majoring in Liberal Arts. She lived off campus and was doing this to get a little extra cash for tuition. I stayed quiet, only answering questions when I could get a word in edgewise. She led me into a small store on the far end of the mall. We walked in and she waived to the girl behind the counter. We stopped in front of a rack full of dresses and skirts. Brandy excused herself and headed to a door in the back of the store. I went through the clothes and took two or three things off to try on. Every so often, I got the feeling that this was wrong. That I should run screaming to my car and head home. The thought left as quickly as it entered. Brandy came out about 10 minutes later. I didn't even recognize her. Her short black hair was now combed in a pageboy style. The black lipstick was gone, replaced with a wonderful shade of pink. The very dark makeup on her eyes was also gone and replaced with a light brown liner and tan eye shadow. She looked very beautiful. I wanted to look just like her. She walked out carrying three different dresses. "Try these on." she said, handing the clothes to me. I looked at her, stunned. She smiled and pushed me into the dressing room. The door closed and there I stood. In the mirror was a cute girl of about 18 with an arm full of dresses. I hung them on the hook to my left and started to get undressed. I froze. 'I can't be here!' I thought to myself. 'I have a COCK! I'm not really a girl. What the fuck am I doing???' I put my clothes back on, opened the door, threw the dresses at Brandy and ran out of the store. Brandy tried to follow but I was moving at light speed. I ran back through Strawbridges, out to my car and drove home as fast as I could. As I reached my house, my head was spinning. I flung open my door and ran straight to the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror. 'Who was I? Why was all this happening to me? A week ago, I was a mild mannered guy. Now, I look like a woman with a cock. I don't understand it.' The phone rang. I slowly moved towards it. I was afraid to answer. But I needed help. Desperately! "Hello?" My voice was cracking worse than before. "Frankie?" It was Bill. Bill was one of my co-workers. We've known each other since college. We went on many a panty raid and drinking binge together. I think he could help. "Yeah, it's me." I answered. "Man, you sound like shit. Got a cold or something?" "I'm losing my voice." I paused and cleared my throat. "What's up?" "Just curious. Were you at the mall today?" I froze. Did he recognize me? "Why?" I answered, my voice cracking even more. "I thought I saw your car fly out of the mall lot. Couldn't tell if it was you, though." I started to breathe again. "I was there. I had to get home in a big hurry." I needed an excuse. "My Mom was cooking dinner and I was late." "Oh." he replied. "So what are you up to tonight? How 'bout we go out huntin for chicks?" Huntin for chicks. Oh yeah. Right now, I am a chick. "I think I'll pass." I replied. "Still not feeling up to par. Sorry." There was a long sigh on the other end of the phone. "No problem, man. Catch you later." he finished and hung up the phone. I had to figure out what the hell was going on and what I could do about it. Things all of a sudden weren't working the way I planned. I had 5 pills left. I should have dumped them down the toilet. I don't know why I didn't. I looked at the clock. It was 10pm. May as well get some sleep and figure things out in the morning. I got undressed and looked at myself again in the mirror. Hairless, thin waist, nice firm ass, good birthing hips (as my Mother calls them), and breasts. I looked closer in the mirror and noticed that they looked a little bigger than before. I cupped my hand over them. Now they were bigger than the palm of my hand. This is too weird. I threw on a pair of my pajamas and crawled into bed. Need to go see that guy at the gym tomorrow. The pounding on my door and ringing of my bell awaked me from sleep. Oh shit! Who the hell could that be? I crawled out of bed and turned the light on by the door. It was 3:24 AM. "Who is it?" I asked. Still bleary eyed. "It's Bill, man. Open up!" Without thinking I unlatched the door. He quickly pushed it open. "Oh, I'm sorry." He replied. He was totally trashed. Must have been a good night. "I guess I have the wrong apartment." He reopened the door and looked at the number. He squinted to focus properly and turned back to me. "No. This is the right place." He cleared his throat and tried to stand up straight. Gravity was definitely winning. "Is Francis around this evening?" "Shut up and go sit down." I said pulling him in and closing the door behind him. He stumbled to the couch and fell down. I went to the kitchen to make him some coffee. "You're being very kind, Miss, but I need to see Frank." Bill said. His words sort of rolled off the tongue and became one long, almost incoherent sentence. I took the hot coffee and brought it to him. He took it and I sat down. "Bill, it's me." I said. He stopped in mid drink. "Look, there's no sense in discussing this now. You lay down and get some rest and I'll see you in the morning." I turned and walked back towards the bedroom. I heard a thunk and turned around to see Bill passed out on the couch and the coffee making a large stain on my living room floor. "I'm too old for this shit!" I said, heading towards the kitchen to get a towel. I cleaned up Bill's mess and found a blanket to cover him up. Then went back into my room to get some sleep. The next morning, I was awoken to the sound of eggs frying and the smell of fresh brewed coffee. I trudged out of my room and headed straight for the bathroom. Bill always was a better drinker than me. He could drink an entire 6-pack, pass out, and still eat a plateful of grease for breakfast. I, on the other hand, could drink two beers, pass out, throw up and not be able to look at food for a week. "Frankie, man. You missed one hell of a bender last night." Bill yelled over the sound of the eggs. "Really sorry for interrupting you and your lady friend last night. She's a fox. Can't wait to meet her." It appears that he didn't remember our conversation last night. "Sorry about spilling coffee too. I got some ever-clean shit out of your cabinet and got most of it up. It's gonna stain though." I walked out of the bathroom and headed towards the kitchen. Bill turned and spotted me. "Good morning, my dear." he said. What a smooth talker. "I must apologize for the interruption last night. If I'd known that Frank had company, I never would have" I put up my hand to stop him. "Bill, I am Frank." Bill stopped dead and dropped the orange juice shattering the cup on the floor. I walked around him to get a towel. "You really have to stop breaking my glasses, man. Only have, or had really, service for 6." Bill stood there with his mouth open. "And close your mouth, you'll let the flies in." "Wait a minute. You're FRANK?" He knelt down to look at me. "No way. This is some kind of trick." "Look. I'm way too tired to play games with you. Do you want me to prove it to you?" I asked. I stood up and thought about it for a second. "When we were in college. You and the Dean's wife on the 18th green of Farmington Country Club. I stood by the tree and played lookout." Bill stood there with his mouth open. "He must have told you that." "You moron!! Only three people in the world know about that; you, me and Mrs. Williamson. And she's not telling." I sighed. "Sit down and I'll explain it to you." We sat and I talked for at least an hour. I told him about the pills and what they were doing to me. When I finally stopped, he sat there, dumbfounded. "Let me get this straight." Bill said. He was talking very slowly. "You took these pills?" I shook my head. "From this guy at the gym?" I nodded again. "And these pills are slowing turning you into a sexy woman?" "That's it exactly." I replied. Bill sat there and blinked his eyes with a blank look on his face. I sighed. "WILL YOU SAY SOMETHING??!!" I yelled. Bill sat back in his chair. "You are totally hot, do you know that?" he finally said. It was my turn to look dumbfounded. "Thanks. But that's not the point." I replied. "I have to try to find a way to reverse the effects of this." Bill stared at me for a few moments and moved his chair closer to me. He ran his hands over my body, feeling my breasts. I pushed him away. "Cut it out. This is not the time for that." He was in a daze as he continued running his hands across my body. He went down my chest to my stomach and started removing my shirt. He leaned in close and kissed me. I wanted to resist. I had to resist. But I didn't resist. I let him place his tongue inside my mouth and kissed him back. He took off my shirt and pinched my nipples. A shock went through my entire body. I had never felt anything like that in my entire life. He then started biting my nipples and running his hand down my stomach to the pants of my pajamas. I pushed his hand away. "You do realize that I'm still a guy down there." I asked. "It doesn't matter." he replied undoing the tie on my pants. He removed my pants and ran his tongue along the inside of my legs. I began to moan softly. He took my hand and led me over to the couch. I lay down on my stomach and he nibbled on my ass. "Come over here." I said. Bill moved from my ass to my face. I reached up and undid his belt and lowered his pants. His cock was rock hard. I had never even thought about sucking on one of these, but it seemed as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I licked around the tip of his cock and ran my tongue along the shaft. I could taste his precum. It was amazing. I opened my mouth and let him thrust his cock in and out. As I closed my eyes, I could see the guy from my favorite porno movie. My dream had almost become a reality. I was that sexy blond girl sucking on a hot cock. I reached up and played with his balls as I sucked. I could feel him tense up and shoot his load into my mouth. I was completely unready for this, and most of it dripped all over my chin and on to the couch. When he was finished, he fell to his knees on the floor and kissed my forehead. "That was fucking unbelievable, man." Bill said. "I've been with a lot of women, but no one has ever sucked me like that before." He stood up and went to the bathroom, returning with two towels. I grabbed it from him and began to wipe his cum from my mouth. "You're welcome." I said shyly. "I don't know why I did that. It just felt right." I looked at my watch. "We'd better get moving. I have to catch that guy at the gym." I stood up and noticed a few things right away. My breasts were larger than they were before. I could swear that they weren't that big before. Bill walked naked to the bathroom. His firm ass wiggling as he walked. I never noticed how sexy he was. I shook my head. "Coming to the shower?" he asked, smiling. I stood up, threw the towel over my shoulder and followed him into the bathroom. He already had the water running and stepped in. I quickly followed and grabbed his cock as he stood there. He started to get hard again. I managed to make him cum again in the shower. He turned me around and rubbed his wet cock against my ass. Before I knew what happened, he slowly moved his dick into my asshole. I'd broken my shoulder twice before, but I've never experience such pain as this in my entire life. He moved in and out slowly, the pressure building each time. I thought he was going to rip me apart. I looked over my shoulder and saw the look of determination mixed with pleasure on his face. He was going to cum again. This time all over my ass. Bill screamed and pulled his cock out as his hot cum spilled all over my ass and the back of my legs. We finished showering and got dressed. He put back on his jeans and took a shirt out of my closet. I had a bit more of a problem. I took my usual pair of sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt. "Let's get going." I said. I was surprised that with everything that was going on, I never came. Bill had a smile on his face. I was pretty happy too. I didn't think that I could ever have sex with another guy, but it was amazing. I brushed my hair out and we headed out the door. Walking down the hall, Bill took my hand. I let him. He smiled and looked at me like he was the proudest guy in the world to be with me. People were staring at us. I felt a little self-conscious. It tried to let go, but Bill wouldn't let me. We got into his car and drove over to the gym. He was strangely quiet. As we walked into the gym, Brenda, the girl from the cosmetic counter came out. I wanted to run, but there was no where to go. She spotted me and ran over. "Hey Amber," she said. She gave me a big hug. "You ran out of the shop so fast. I'm sorry. I hope I didn't upset you." I smiled. Bill looked a bit confused. "That's ok." I replied. "I realized I had to be somewhere." Brenda looked at Bill, holding my hand. "This must be your boyfriend." She said, holding out her hand. "I'm Brenda. Amber and I met at Strawbridge's." Bill shook her hand. "Oh, by the way, I have your makeup in my car. Come on." She grabbed my other hand and yanked me across the parking lot. Bill followed about 5 feet back. "He's really cute." she whispered. "How long have you two been together?" "All my life." I answered. "He's great in bed." Where the hell did that come from? Brenda giggled. "I'll bet." she answered. She reached into her car and handed me a huge bag of stuff. "I already took care of the bill. You can pay me back later." She smiled. "I got you my 20% discount." The stuff weighted a ton. "Are you busy right now?" "Well, I have to see someone here, but" She stopped me and opened the car door. "Get in." she said smiling. Bill stood there. Brandy turned to him. "You too, silly." Bill and I got into her car and she drove out of the lot and back towards the mall. "Andre wanted to meet you." She paused. "He's the guy who owns the clothing shop that you ran out of." She smiled again. It was getting a bit annoying. "He's also a professional photographer. I told him all about you and he really wanted to shoot you." "I don't know." I said. "He's willing to pay." she finished. "His rate for models is $20 an hour. You'd be perfect. And it's a chance to make some quick cash. I've done some work for him before. He's really good." "Sounds like fun." Bill said. I glared at him. He smiled. "Does he mind if I hang out? Just to keep an eye on things." Brenda giggled. "Sure. Might even turn out to be fun." We drove into the mall and headed towards Andre's shop. Brenda ran in ahead of us and went straight to the back. Bill held on to my hand again. He looked like the cat that ate the canary. Andre walked out and walked over to us. He looked to be in his late 40's, dark black hair and a small thin mustache. He stopped about 3 feet from me and stared at me. I felt like a horse about to run the big race. He spun me around and checked out my ass and legs. "Hmmm" was all he said. I was getting a bit annoyed. Brenda had a huge smile on her face. Andre finally sat down in a nearby chair. I turned back around. "She'll do." He said. "Get her dressed." He finished and walked into a back room. I stood there stunned. What kind of jerk was this? Brenda took my hand and led me to the same room with Bill following along. Back there were outfits of all types; from formal dresses to sexy lingerie. Brenda threw me a few dresses and pushed me into the dressing room. Here I was again. Back to the place where reality gave me a swift kick in the head. This time, nothing. No panicking or anything. I got undressed and put on the first dress. It was a black & white formal outfit. It fit almost perfectly. I spun around and looked in the mirror. My breasts were spilling out the top and the dress form-fitted to my ass. It was amazing. I walked out and walked over to Andre. He positioned me and started taking pictures. Over the course of the next three and a half-hours, I must have tried on 10 dresses and taken 150 pictures. It was such a rush. I've never felt anything like this before. I felt sexy and beautiful. It was a feeling that I would never have had as Frank. It was incredible. Andre walked over to me and kissed my hand. "You did a wonderful job," he said. "I have one more outfit for you." He snapped his fingers and Brandy walked over with a bustier outfit. I started to panic again. He held my hand. "Please, try it on." I walked back to the dressing room. How in the hell am I going to pull this off? I got undressed and looked at my limp dick hanging there. I reached back into the pocket of my sweatpants and took out the box of pills. There were three left. I took one and noticed that my cock had shrunk again and my balls had almost disappeared. I thought, if one was good, how 'bout all of them? I held my breath and ate the last two pills. I felt my insides begin to burn. I fell to my knees. I tried to scream, but nothing came out. Tears were beginning to fill my eyes. I heard a knock at the door. "Amber?" it was Brandy. "Are you all right?" I managed a slight grunt. She threw opened the door and saw me lying there. She came over and tried to lift me back up to the chair, but I put my hand up. "I'm fine." I said. At least I thought I was fine. I looked down and noticed that my cock had completely disappeared and was replaced by a new pussy. It was completely shaven and glistening. Brandy saw me and smiled. "It's ok" she whispered. "I've done masturbated in here too. I think it's the sexy clothes." She helped me sit down on the bench. "Whenever you're ready." I reached up and grabbed the bustier sitting on the back of the door and put it one. It fit like a glove. The material barely contained my body. I attached the stockings and slowly moved the g-string up my legs. I thought I would orgasm right then and there. I put on the 5" heels and checked myself again in the mirror. I was speechless. I moved my hand down my body and touched my new pussy. It was still wet. I smiled and walked out. Andre was moving a chair into position when I came out. The dcor of the room had changed a bit. The background had been moved out and it looked like a dungeon. Along the walls were various whips, chains and cuffs. There was a long table with restraints on it. There were cameras all over, including a few movie cameras. I got a little nervous. Brandy walked over and put her hand on my shoulder. She was dressed similar to me. Andre moved out to the middle of the room. "All right, people." he said. "Let's do this." He moved to a chair along the side. "Action!" he yelled. I turned around to see Bill walk out of one of the other rooms wearing a leather outfit and holding a whip. My first instinct would have been to laugh, that is if I wasn't so turned on. He moved close to me and kissed me deeply. I was moved back along the wall and cuffed to it. Brandy knelt next to Bill and began to lick and kiss my feet. Bill attached a dog collar to her neck and started running his fingers all over my body. My bustier came off quickly, revealing my very large breasts. I think even Bill was surprised. "Slave," he said to Brandy. "Move up her legs and remove her panties." He paused. "With your teeth!" Brandy did as she was told and took my panties in her teeth. As she did, her cheek and nose brushed up against my pussy hair. A jolt of excitement ripped through my body again. Bill saw that I now had a pussy. He smiled. Brandy began to kiss and lick my pussy lips and Bill bit and pulled on my nipples. I began to moan and scream uncontrollably. Bill moved away and stuck a ball gag in my mouth. "That should shut you up," he said. He attached nipple clamps to my tits and had Brandy un-cuff me. We all moved to the long table where I was re-strapped down on my stomach. Bill took out a dildo and had Brandy work my pussy with it. I knew that I couldn't take it much longer. He lifted my legs and moved his cock along the edge of my pussy. Brandy, meanwhile, was sticking her pussy in my face. This was better than any porno movie I had ever seen. I was a hot redhead, being fucked by a studly guy and eating pussy at the same time. It didn't take long for me to cum the first time. Bill kept going and fucked me even harder. I bit and nipped at Brandy's pussy, sending her into her first orgasm of the day. It wasn't to be her last. Eventually, Bill pulled out and came all over my ass. The cum dripped off me and on to the table. He called Brandy over and ordered her to clean up the cum from the table. When she bent over, Bill fucked her too. She began to scream and moan. He ordered her to eat my pussy while he fucked her. She was great. I came almost immediately and she followed quickly after. Bill came shortly after that. The three of us lay there, covered in sweat and cum and pussy juice. Andre looked over at us. He stood up and applauded. The rest of the crew joined in. I couldn't stop smiling. This was incredible. I was so happy. Andre walked over to me, undid the restraints and helped me off the table. "You were wonderful." He said, kissing my hand and hugging me. "If you ever want to do this again, just tell me." He turned to the crew. "All right, let's wrap this up and go home." Bill walked over to me as I was cleaning up. "How did you get that?" he asked, pointing to my new pussy. I hugged him and whispered in his ear. "I took the rest of the pills. This is the result." I opened my arms to show off my now naked body. "Do you like it?" Bill smiled. "Of course. And I'd like to keep liking it, if you'd let me." I blushed. "Why, William Hasty. Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?" I laughed. "Of course." We hugged. I hadn't noticed that everyone had left and we were standing alone. We walked back to the dressing room to get changed. "What am I going to say to my Mom?" Bill put his arm around me. "I'm sure we'll think of something." He replied. ************************************* I'm still working on the arm machine when Bill walks in. He kisses me; hard enough to let the guy next to me know that I'm taken. "We have a session in a few hours." He said. I nodded. We've been working non-stop since that session for Andre a few months ago. I've been tied up, spanked, pierced, poked and prodded. And I wouldn't change it for the world. It's amazing how one little trip to the gym can change a girl's life. The end