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Executive Stress - part 2
by
B. Pink
(It is better to read Executive Stress before this as the story
continues)
Marie and I lay on her bed in each others arms. I had not met her until
last night and now she had fulfilled my strongest desire. It was hardly
possible to see were the body shaper started and my own body finished,
it was incredible. It felt as if it belonged on me, part of me. The breasts
felt so real, the nipples sensitive to the touch. When she touched me I
felt wetness ooze from the false vagina. It was my own precum, but
seemed so real. It was not possible for my penis to become erect held
under me as it was, but I felt not the slightest discomfort as if below the
shaper I was female and had no male appendages at all.
I asked her where the thing that had created my female form had come from.
She smiled and said, "A special place."
She did my makeup and my hair and then we spent several hours with her
dressing me in clothes that seemed to fit me perfectly. From demure school
girl to slutty teen, the whole spectrum of female attire she seemed to have
all in sizes to fit me. It was getting on for midnight when I said to her that I
had to go.
She sat on the bed as I removed the leather microskirt, crop top, fishnet tights,
black panties and knee length boots that she had dressed me in to be her slut.
I stood naked before her waiting for her to help me out of the body shaper.
She smiled and I returned the smile feeling so happy.
"Marie, I have to go can you get me out of the body shaper".
"But Cindy, I thought that you realised that you have to keep it on, its permanent".
My mouth dropped open and my reponse was stuttered and said in a pannicking
voice, "I have to go to work in the morning, I can"t go like this".
"It"ll be OK if you wear a baggy shirt, no one will notice".
"But...........I"m really a man, what if I have an accident and have to go to
hospital".
"You will have to make sure that you are careful".
She walked me into the living room where my male clothes were still laying on
the floor. I dressed feeling strange and somewhat scared. She ushered me to
the door and kissed me on the cheek and said "Goodnight Cindy, see you
tomorrow night".
The door closed and I went down in the elevator. I left the building and walked
the short distance to my car. The drive home was quick, there was little traffic
and 20 minutes later, I again was naked standing in front of my bathroom mirror.
I looked all over the shaper looking for the edges. It was as if it had moulded to
my body. It was not possible to find any finger hold that I could use to release
myself from the thing. Even around my butt all I could find was my asshole.
What had I done? I wanted to be female for relief, to ease the stresses, I did not
want to remain like this. I had been so busy looking at my new body that it was
several minutes before I realised that I was still wearing the slutty makeup that
Marie had put on me in my last guise. It took me 15 minutes to scrub it off. I
pulled my hair into its normal ponytail and went to bed. I was exhausted and
fell asleep quickly.
The alarm went off, my eyes sprang open, I needed to pee and ran to the
bathroom. As I reached the bowl my hands were in my underpants. No penis,
just the shaven pussy shape. I sat on the john and urinated. Tonight I would
see Marie and she would have to find how to get me out of this thing. After
showering I dressed wearing baggy clothes. My pants were tight at the hips
and loose at the waist. Instead of a jacket I wore a really baggy sweater
even though it was June and the weather forcast was hot.
The day at work was an ordeal. I looked at the secretaries as I walked around
my Department. My mind spun as I thought of being one of them. It was not
what I wanted. I was a male and wanted to remain so. Several times I tried to
phone Marie but always got her answerphone.
I left the office at five and drove straight to her apartment. I knocked, she wasn't
in. I waited and just before six the elevator opened and out she walked.
"Hi Cindy" she spoke with a giggle in her voice "I thought you would be here".
"Damn right I am, you have got to get this thing off me". She opened the door
to her apartment and I followed her in.
"Whats the matter Cindy, I thought that you wanted to be a girl".
"Well no....I mean yes.........but not all the time". I followed her into the kitchen
and watched her make coffee. "You have got to be able to do something"
I pleaded.
"Yes I can do something, but you have to do something first". I looked at her
quizzically. From a drawer in the kitchen she picked up an A4 piece of paper.
She gave it to me. "You sign this and I will help you".
I read it and from the very first sentence it was obviously a letter of resignation.
It was addressed to the President of the company that I worked for. Not only
did it give my notice to quit but accused him of wrong doing and bad practices.
As I finished I shook my head and said "No way, I"m not signing this". I screwed
it up and threw it at her.
"OK Cindy looks like you"ll be staying a girly".
I looked at her and wanted to know what was behind this. "Have one of those
jerks at the office set me up" I demanded to know.
"No Cindy, I did this myself and for someone else, my father. My name is Marie
Spencer, does that surname mean anything to you".
I thought for a second and then, "Your father, is he Mark Spencer".
"Yes he is, or he was. You got him fired, he couldn"t handle that and he shot
himself".
I sat on one of the stools by the breakfast bar my head spinning.
"So Cindy you might as well leave here now because without your signiture on
the resignation letter I will not give you the antidote to your little problem".
I held my head in my hands. Heads she won, tails I lost. I couldn't stay like
this, but at least if I got back to my old self I knew that I would always be
able to get another job. I was only 24 and with my abilities I would soon be
on the way up again.
She handed me another copy, I signed it. She placed it in envelope and sealed
it down.
"You wait here Cindy, I am going to deliver this personally". She smiled and left.
I drank coffee thinking of what I had done. She must have found out about my
passion somehow and had trapped me. I was later to learn that she had broken
into my home and checked out my computor. The regular visits to the fictionmania
site had given me away.
Half an hour later she walked back into her apartment grinning from ear to ear.
"He has read it and to say that he was annoyed is a bit of an understatement,
your resignation is accepted and if you show your face near the building again
he will have you arrested".
Mentally I have always been pretty tough but I could not stop tears filling my
eyes. "OK Marie, you have got your way, now get me out of this thing".
From her handbag she took two phials containing a clear liquid. "Drink these
two and the body shaper will loosen from your skin and you will be able to
remove it. I took the containers and drank them down quickly. I was not going
to wait to get home and stripped off my clothes wanting to be rid of this thing,
wanting to be normal. We sat in silence
Five minutes.
Ten minutes.
Fifteen minutes.
Nothing happened.
"How long does this take" I asked of Marie. My eyes opened wide and I repeated
the question. "How long does this take". It was the same. It wasn"t my voice but
that of a girls.
I looked at her. "What is going on" I said," withno command at all in the girly
voice that emitted from my mouth.
She smiled, "Do you really think that making you loose your job was enough to
make up for my Dad, no, those two phials of liquid have not helpled you, they
re-inforced your new self. The first one has changed your vocal cords as well
as shrinking your adams apple".
Instictively my hand went to my throat, no male lump at all.
"The second one completes the bonding of the shaper and your body, your
penis and testicles have shrunken into your body and the void that is left is your
vagina, so it looks like you are stuck as Cindy".
"But what am I to do" I spoke pleadingly feeling helpless.
"Well you're a pretty little thing, maybe you can get a job waitressing, maybe at
McDonalds or you could even be a hooker".
She led me into the bedroom, the same room that last night I had felt so elated in.
She stood me in front of the mirror. A teenage girl with a ponytail stared back.
She dressed me in the various clothes that I had willingly tried on last night.
She decided that the teenage slut look was best. She pushed me out of the door.
As I stood there she whispered to me, "Your bank accounts are frozen and the
mortgage company have changed the locks on your house".
I looked at her. The lift opened and an elderly woman got out. Marie"s voice
raised as she said, "Get away from here you little hooker, we don"t want your
type here". She pushed me away and slammed the door shut.
I walked the streets that night. A pimp pulled me into his car. Now Cindy earns
$20 a time to keep him happy.
The End
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