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DREAM STATE - by: snow_girl It's been a long time since I finished a story, but this one just tumbled out. I hope you like it, and thank you to everyone who helped me out of my writer's block. There's a bunch of story fragments laying around that I haven't done very much with, so if you like this style of story, feel free to write me if you want to collaborate. I love getting e-mail and I always respond to it, so send me a note at: [email protected] And this story can be reposted to any FREE archive that wants it. *** Rob let his head fall back against the window of the subway car, letting the white noise of the train wash over him. Another sleepy Monday morning, and for some reason, his head was especially groggy today. He didn't do a whole lot this weekend, helped a friend move a couch on Saturday, played some basketball on Sunday, and bought some new panties. Panties? That's where Rob's head got especially fuzzy, why did he buy panties? He wasn't sure, but every time he thought about playing in his basketball game on Sunday, he had this echoing memory of the lingerie department at Macy's. He closed his eyes, feeling the train vibrate his head. It felt like he had a hangover, and he couldn't wait for his morning coffee. The phantom panties floated through his mind again, he couldn't figure out why, but he had the definite impression that he bought five pairs of bikini-cut panties, two black, one white, one silvery-gray, and one red. He could also recall spending the whole afternoon out on the local court, playing in a pick-up game with his friend Jack and a bunch of other regulars. He was on the skins team, and his skin was still tingling a little from the near-sunburn he got. He remembered being hot, sweaty, and incredibly thirsty after the game, but when he tried to think about plays he made or points he scored, his mind drifted into the lingerie department of Macy's. He climbed up the stairs, leaving the subway behind. Rob walked into the Starbucks on the corner, and got his regular Grande coffee, black and two sugars. He waved his corporate ID card to the security guard and rode the elevator up to the 34th floor. He walked past the receptionist with a wave, just another random face, down the hall to his office where Jill, his secretary sat behind her desk. She handed him a briefing sheet with his meetings listed, and he opened the door to his office. By the time he sat down, he forgot about the panties and settled down to work. Monday vanished quickly, and became Tuesday. Then Wednesday and Thursday. Meeting after meeting went by in a blur. Rob was a lawyer for a large multi-national bank that was slowly in the process of buying a smaller bank, and the meetings have been going on for over four months, and were likely to keep going on for many more months. Friday's morning meeting was a wrap-up presentation to the executive board, and the most mind-numbing meeting there was all week. For three hours, every company attorney had to bring every other company attorney up to speed on what happened that week. Because Rob supervised most of the attorneys in the room, and he got a report for everyone daily, today's meeting was a three-hour waste of time. He let his mind drift. Normally he had to stay a little sharp and make sure that nobody misspoke or misrepresented any of the week's happenings. He was on his second Starbucks Grande and could barely keep himself awake. At least it was the weekend tomorrow, and Rob zoned out thinking of his plans. Maybe he'd have brunch with Jen tomorrow morning. Jen? Who? Rob snapped alert again. Who was Jen? He was dating a woman in the investment banking division named Andrea, and she was out of town until Tuesday. The rush of adrenaline jolted him, and the mystery Jen seemed to vanish, almost. Did he know Jen? He should? the thought nagged at him, he should know who this Jen was? It was irritating, like something was on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't spit it out. He drained the last of his coffee and tried to keep focused on the meeting. Saturday night, Rob went down to a sports bar in Greenwich Village with his friends to watch the Yankees play. Pitchers of beer and plates of Buffalo wings were consumed with abandon. Every two innings, it seemed like; Rob had to get up and use the bathroom. During the seventh inning stretch, Jack yelled out, "Rob you pussy, you pee more often than a girl." Jack's girlfriend, Amy laughed too. "Hey, Rob, want me to come to the bathroom with you?" Rob blushed and everyone at the table laughed. "Yeah, yeah, fuck all you guys. I'm just out drinking you pussies." With face saved, Rob made his way to the back. He was blushing though, and nervous, he felt much more drunk then he should have been. He wasn't in a 'beer drinking' mood, and he was constantly pouring beer for everyone else, to make them think he was leading the charge with the beer drinking, when he was really lagging way behind. He was so distracted by this that he almost pushed open the door to the ladies room. Sunday came and went in a blur. Rob cleaned up his apartment and watched another baseball game. He opened up his laptop and did a little bit of work, revising a document for a Monday morning meeting. Monday morning was another gray day, and Rob had to drag himself out of bed. On his way out the door of his apartment, he saw a vase with bright yellow flowers on his coffee table. They looked nice, Rob thought, almost shining in the sunlight. It wasn't until he was on the subway that he realized he didn't remember buying them. At all! Letting his thoughts wander on the train, he did remember buying them, after another shopping trip. But he didn't go shopping. He remembered sitting on his couch all day Sunday. The train rumbled on, the rhythmic noise strangely soothing Rob's headache. It was like there were two conflicting memories in his head, and he couldn't reconcile them. He remembered buying the panties last weekend, and this weekend, he bought a skirt and sandals at a mall. But if he thought about it, he remembered sitting on his couch all day yesterday too. But he bought flowers on his way home, just because he liked the way they looked. But he didn't go out. But there were flowers on his coffee table. Out of the subway, into the Starbucks, into the office building, up to the 34th floor, past the receptionist, down the hall, "Good morning Jill." He paused for a moment when Jill handed him his morning's itinerary. She was wearing a new suit, he noticed, a navy skirt with a nicely tailored jacket that flared out over her hips and wasn't too boxy in the shoulders. "Nice suit, Jill. Is it new?" Caught off-guard, she stammered for a second. "Um, yes it is. How nice of you to notice, I got it this weekend." "Where did you get it?" Innocent small talk? Jill told Rob the story of finding at a Bloomingdale's clearance rack. Rob leaned in, absorbed by her story, wanting to know all the details. When she finished, he started telling Jill about his night out on Saturday and how much he was looking forward to Andrea coming back to town. Ten minutes of chat later, the phone rang, and a blushing Rob excused himself and slipped into his office. Since he had hired Jill, he doubted they had ever had a conversation that lasted that long about non-work stuff. He wasn't really a small-talk kind of boss, but once he got started, he really wanted to tell someone about his weekend. Plus, it really was a lovely suit, and part of Rob was impressed she got it for 60 percent off. Tuesday night, Andrea was going to come over to Rob's place straight from the airport. The flowers were displayed proudly on the coffee table. Andrea would love them. When she walked in the door, Rob smiled. She was a gorgeous woman. A little taller than average, slender body with dangerously long legs and a slightly crooked nose that only made her more attractive. She barely had time to put down her bags before Rob swept her up in his arms. The sex was incredible. She had been gone for two weeks, and Rob hadn't realized how much and how deeply he had missed her. They ground their bodies together for almost an hour of sweaty and passionate lovemaking. When they were finished, instead of rolling over and falling asleep, Rob found himself asking Andrea about her trip to Chicago. One hour of sex turned into two hours of hearing about the little details of Andi's trip, and Rob was hanging on every word until they fell asleep. In the morning, Rob kissed Andi awake and jumped in the shower. When he stepped out of the shower, Andi was holding up a slim cotton skirt. "What the hell is this?" Rob knew immediately what it was. It was a skirt he thought he bought at the Gap. Dark blue, with a lighter blue pattern of vines, and it hung loosely, almost like a sarong. Suddenly, he knew that there would be a pair of strappy black sandals in his closet, next to his wingtips and sneakers. "It's? it's?" Rob blushed furiously. Then sighed thinking of a way out. "It's a? welcome home present. I, I didn't have a chance to wrap it, and then? well? you know?" The anger melted off Andi's face almost immediately, and just as quickly, a fear and uncertainty began to grow in Rob's mind. The subway ride was chaotic. Rob couldn't focus on anything. Where did the skirt come from? The Gap. Yes, he knew it came from the Gap, but if he didn't get it, how did it wind up in his apartment. It got into his bedroom because he bought it on Sunday. He got it on Sunday at the Gap. But he didn't go to the Gap on Sunday. But he did. At Starbucks, he got his large coffee with cream and sugar, to soothe his churning and upset stomach. Rob hurried across the street, into the office; waving at the receptionist just to make himself feel better, feel more grounded, then hurry down the hall, smiling at Jill. "How was your night last night?" Suddenly, Rob felt a little better. He couldn't share what was really on his mind, but telling Jill about the fun part of last night would make him feel a little better, like he was re-living it. "Wonderful," he said while summoning up a wicked grin. And he proceeded to tell Jill all about it. Rob felt fine until he got home. The flowers reminded him of the confusion. And at the same time, they made him feel better. He remembered walking past the flower stand with his bag from the Gap, wearing shorts and a pink tank top and his new sandals. It was a gorgeous summer day, with the sun shining down on his shoulders. The yellow flowers caught his eye, and he thought that it would make him so happy to see them in the sunshine on his coffee table. In his closet, there were the sandals. Scuffed up on the heel from walking around. In his underwear drawer, there were five pairs of panties. Black satin, black with lace trim, a pewter gray, crimson, and white. There were also four bras, and one pair of tan pantyhose. Rob's mind went blank and goose bumps crawled across his skin. He pulled his shirt off and looked at himself in the mirror, and sure enough, there were slim tan lines on his shoulders, set deeply against a basketball playing sunburn. In his shirt drawer was the pink tank top. Folded up on top of a pair of khaki shorts. Hesitantly, afraid of it almost, he pulled the pink shirt on. With a little adjustment, the straps perfectly covered up his tan lines. The phone rang, and rang, and rang. Quickly, Rob pulled off the tank top and ran to the phone. "Hi?," Andrea was practically smiling at Rob through the phone. Shaking a little bit, Rob said hello and tried to relax. Fortunately, Andrea wanted to talk, and for once, Rob was so happy to listen. After a half- hour, he found himself absently fingering the strap of the pink tank top. Oh god, what the hell is happening? Rob pulled the tank top off, and hurled it into the center of the room. While Andrea ran through the boring litany of what she did that day, Rob hurried around his apartment with his cordless phone, searching? Searching for what, he did and didn't know, the sandals, and also a pair of navy pumps in his closet. (Bloomingdale's?) A white shirt, no a blouse, with the buttons on the wrong side! An eyeliner pencil that wasn't Andreas! A red silk nightie, a blue scarf, two vegetarian cookbooks, one copy of Cosmo, a pile of bean sprouts in the refrigerator, a yoga videotape. A sports bra and some black leggings. Andrea hinted that she wanted to come over. Rob looked at the pile of girly things in his living room and panicked. What the hell was going on? He told Andi that he had to be in early for his Friday meeting, and promised to meet her for lunch instead. "Awww, Rob, just lunch?" "A special lunch, sweetheart," Putting all the innuendo he could shakily muster into it, Rob said, "A special lunch." Rob hung up the phone and went to work, scouring his apartment, and his memory. He piled up everything he could find that was remotely girly (even two pink Oxford business shirts he bought years ago), and put it into a trash bag. He looked at every object, and there was just a glimmer of recognition with each one? like a flash in the corner of his eye and when he turned to look at it directly it was gone. The pinkish stain in the sports bra, the folded pages in the Cosmo, the run in the black pantyhose, there was something so damningly familiar and unreachable about everything he saw piled in front of him. I need to get some Prozac or something, Rob thought. I'm cracking up. He carried the bag out around the corner, and left it in the dumpster of the supermarket behind his apartment complex. Satisfied, he went home and slept a dreamless sleep. The Friday morning subway, Rob thought he should have gone to the gym last night instead of cleaning; he'd only gone twice this week. At Starbucks, since he hadn't gone to the gym, he got skim milk instead of cream. The guard in his office building, probably told to earn his paycheck, stopped Rob and took a closer look at his ID before letting him in. The receptionist, Jen, waved hello. Jill told him about a lovely night last night, taken out to dinner by a guy named Tom she met a few weeks ago. They made out on a park bench until midnight, and then he walked her home. Something about that bothered Rob, but Jill was happy so he smiled and patted her arm. Then he went in to his long, tediously dull meeting. The meeting passed with a merciful speed. Rob ducked out on the handshaking and chat that followed the meeting and slipped down to the 25th floor. Andrea was waiting in her office, smiling broadly. The blinds were already drawn, and her desk was unnaturally free of paper. Without a word, Rob shut the door behind him and kissed her deeply, running his hands down her back, over her ass, hiking up her skirt? She was wearing thigh-highs and nothing else, and his hands grabbed her luscious ass. She kissed him back, her hands fumbling with his belt, opening it. Rob felt his pants come undone, fall to his ankles, and then, suddenly, Andrea pulled away from him. "What's that, another present for me?" she sounded playfully angry, and Rob didn't know what she was talking about. Then, suddenly, unfortunately, he did. He was wearing the black lace panties. He remembered throwing them out last night. He also remembered hand washing them in the sink. Rob was frozen, blushing until every blood vessel in his face could burst. Andrea stepped close to him, "You kinky little bastard?. How long have you liked wearing panties?" Gasping for words, Rob just shrugged. He saw himself putting them into the trash bag, looking at them for just a second before stuffing them in. He knew he did that, yet he also had a memory of himself gently washing them in his bathroom sink. "Well, if it's just your sexy little secret? I like it," she whispered into his ear, nibbling on it. "Just don't let me catch you in any of mine." Then she kneeled down and pulled his hard cock out of his black lacy panties, and gave him a blowjob that left Rob floating for the rest of the afternoon. That night, Andrea came over, dressed to kill in a black skirt, stockings, knee high boots, and a tight black shirt unbuttoned to reveal some deep cleavage. "So, my kinky boyfriend, what else do you have hidden around here?" Rob woke up next to her on Saturday morning wearing the red nightie, one strap fallen down to his elbow, the hem hiked up over his buttocks. He slipped out of bed and modestly re-arranged the nightie to cover him a little bit. Glad he didn't have a morning hard-on (yet) to ruin the effect of the nightie, Rob self-consciously hitched up the shoulder strap and let the hem fall to mid-thigh where it belonged. Andrea was sleeping naked; her glorious skin so soft and smooth, Rob wished his skin were that beautiful. He slipped into the bathroom and started running a shower. The hot steam felt good, even as his head whirled. Last night, he had put on a veritable fashion show for Andrea; outfits he had never seen before and yet remembered buying. A navy blue suit, a flowery skirt, the pink tank top, a lace bodysuit that made him look like he had some slim cleavage of his own. While wearing that, Andrea dragged him into the bathroom and convinced him to shave his legs. Or maybe he asked her for some help. In the steam in the shower, he couldn't remember how they got there, but he remembered a long hot shower with Andrea, and the slow tugging strokes of a razor on his?, his smooth legs. He ran his hands over his legs in the shower, and they were smooth. Soft. He remembered the icy cool thrill of rubbing lotion all over them. Then Andi stepped out of her boots and peeled off her thigh high stockings, and handed them to Rob. Eyes closed, Rob remembered sitting on the toilet, the cool porcelain under his butt, his hands unconsciously bunched up a stocking and gently rolled it up his leg. Then the other one, and the tight sensation of the stockings felt natural and thrillingly new at the same time. Was it the lotion, or could he still smell Andi's scent on the stockings? They were still warm from her skin, and then her skin was wrapped around him, as he stood up in her thigh-highs, and she brought him his sandals. She pulled her boots on, and together they wrapped themselves around each other, leather boots on nyloned skin, warm belly on lace, and rolled into bed? The weekend seemed to pass in a blur. Rob couldn't fight what was happening to him, but he couldn't tell anyone either because he just didn't know what was happening, he was losing his mind, he knew that. His girlfriend knew he was a freaky cross dresser, but she liked it. In fact, she took him shopping on Saturday. His head was a total whirl of images, and he was starting to lose track of what was really happening. Monday morning, he looked at his company ID picture, and his driver's license. His name was still Rob Dormer, but it looked like he was wearing make-up and had a ponytail in his driver's license picture. For his company ID card, he was definitely wearing blush to make his cheekbones look sleeker and his brown hair had definite blond highlights in it. The subway was noisy, shaking and grinding. He was wearing panties this morning, the crimson panties that came up high on his hips. Rob remembered putting them on, and he remembered intending to put them on. He didn't really want to wear the panties, but when he put them on, the discordant memories in his head disappeared. Besides, the panties felt good. That he couldn't deny. And his wool pants felt slightly odd against his now bare legs. Even the summer weight pants just felt, well, scratchy against the sensitive skin of his legs. He came out of the subway, went into Starbucks, and took a cappuccino with skim milk with him into the office. He smiled at the guard who stopped him on Friday, and the guard stopped Rob again. Rob handed over his ID card and felt a little nervous, sucking in his cheeks a little bit to make his cheekbones pop out like in his picture. The guard smiled at Rob, told him to have a nice day, and waved him through. Up the elevator, Rob was startled when the elevator opened on Andrea's floor. He pushed the wrong button. Keep it together, Rob. Got to keep it together. He didn't know what he was going to do if this kept up. He pushed the button for 34, and when the doors slid shut, another wave of memories leapt to the surface. He had brunch with Jen, the receptionist on the 34th floor. It came flooding back to him in a rush. He met her for brunch on Sunday while Andrea got caught up on some work. He wore the blue skirt, a white tank top with blue trim and a silvery star on the chest, and the sandals. This wasn't a phantom memory; this was something both sides of his mind remembered. Andrea even helped him get dressed. She put some eyeliner on him. Rob remembered meeting Jen at a sidewalk caf?, and chatting for two hours. They talked all about her love life and her crabby boyfriend and Rob talked all about the new guy that Jill was seeing and how Rob didn't like him very much. Then he got home and spent another hour sorting out paperwork for a meeting Andrea had this week, idly dangling a sandal off his toe while he worked at his kitchen table. And now he was here in a suit and a tie, but yesterday he spent dressed like a woman. The doors slid open, 'oh please don't let her be here,' Rob thought in a panic, please let her be gone or anywhere else I can't face her like this? But Jen was there. And she smiled at him. Sweetly. Like nothing had happened. Rob blushed and waved hello, then hurried down the hall to his office. He didn't even stop to talk to Jill. Just hurried into his office, head spinning. There was e-mail from Rob, laughing at him for bagging on the basketball game on Saturday. E-mail from Andrea, telling him about a sale at J. Crew they would have to check out this weekend. A message from a guy named Tom who wanted to have dinner on Wednesday night. Tom? Something about that name gave him a start and made him angry. Was he the guy who kept fouling him in the last basketball game? Or the guy in accounting who was so annoying? Or was he that guy from the sports bar who didn't pay his share of the bill? Rob's head was pounding. He couldn't take this anymore. Why was it happening? Why was he freaking out? Wearing panties? Having brunch with the fucking receptionist? More and more he could see what was happening? a whole new set of memories was slowly taking over his mind, surfacing underneath his Rob memories, taking the place of his Rob memories? That's what really scared Rob, was that he was disappearing slowly into this new set of memories. He knew about his basketball game on Saturday, and he knew he went last week. It was written down in his calendar. But he only remembered shopping for panties now. The basketball game was still in his memory, but only in the corners. Every time he tried to think about it directly, it vanished and he couldn't get it back. It just kind of lurked in the corners of his mind. And more memories were going that way now. Rob had to write a brief about the legal technicalities of the impending merger. This was his specialty, and a subject he excelled at in law school. When he tried to think about this paper, his knowledge just sort of vanished. He knew he had to write the paper, but when he tried to actually think about it, his mind just went blank. He didn't know what he was doing? like he had forgotten it. Or had he never learned it? It was like looking at a blank computer screen and being able to see flickering letters, but he couldn't read the page at all. So many memories were turning that way? older memories too were slowly changing. Rob couldn't remember his first job out of law school. He answered a lot of phone, and that's all he could remember. Didn't he work for a judge? Wasn't he in a courthouse? Didn't he play a lot of basketball? Didn't he spend hours practicing his fade-away jumper to be like Mike? He thought about the woman he almost married, and mostly remembered her talking about a guy she was going to marry? but she was talking TO Rob, not about him. He thought about his law school classes, and some of them he was no longer sure that he took. For a horrifying second, he had a flash that made his blood run cold? for a moment, he thought he dropped out of law school. Thinking that made tears rush to Rob's eyes. He first had that thought on Friday but he tried to forget it. That was before he shaved his legs for his girlfriend. That was before he wore panties to work. That was before he had a brunch with Andrea. That was before he had a date with Tom. A date? He went out on a date with a guy? He couldn't remember. Then he broke down in tears. How long did he cry? An hour? Two? He didn't know. Jill called to tell him about a meeting, and he told her to tell everyone he was sick. He was sick. Jill asked if he was alright, and Rob said nothing. "I'm just? not feeling well. I'll probably go home soon. Just? tell everyone I got sick, OK?" "O.K. Rob. Feel better." He was going crazy. Losing his mind. Rob turned on his computer and started writing, started writing everything he knew about Rob, his full name, Robert John Dormer. His education. His job. His friends. What he did last week. Where he lived. What music he liked. What food he ate. Tears streamed down his cheeks as Rob poured his heart out onto his computer. After four hours of writing, he e-mailed the document to his home computer. Then Rob sent an e-mail to his boss, begging for a week of vacation time. Or sick time. Then he shut everything down in his office, and quietly left, hurrying past Jill, hurrying past Jen, trying to hide his tear-stained cheeks. Andrea came over that night, trying to comfort Rob. "I'm so glad you took a week of vacation, you seem so stressed out." "Don't you think I'm going insane? Why am I freaking out like this?" "Just don't worry about it, you'll relax this week, go see a doctor, and your nerves will settle down, and you'll be OK. I made some plans for you tomorrow to relax and get a massage, so just relax, honey." Rob sobbed on her shoulder for what seemed like hours. When he couldn't cry anymore, he felt totally exhausted, almost empty, and Andi took him to bed. She whispered, "I love you, whoever you are." As she undressed him, she started to suck on his penis. Rob felt a warm glow rise inside him, and as Andi continued to suck, Rob felt like he was floating up higher and higher. She gently pushed a finger inside his ass, and Rob felt like he was in heaven. He'd never felt like this before, so full and so aroused, and when he came, it rolled over him like a golden wave. The next morning, he was still numb, but also still Rob. He was thankful for that, even though he knew he was losing the battle. Andi had a massage scheduled in the morning, and a doctor's appointment in the afternoon. He leaned over and kissed her, part of him was still floating a little from the blowjob last night. As long as she was here, and she was helping him, he could manage it. In the shower, Rob felt the stubble on his legs as the hairs were growing back in. With a sigh, he knew he had to shave them again. He wanted to grow the hair back out, but who knew who was going to be massaging him today, and he didn't want to seem scruffy. He lathered a head full of conditioner into his hair, then smoothed some shaving cream over his calves, and propping his leg up at the end of the tub, gently shaved his legs. Man, this was so much easier in the bathtub, 'Next time I shave, I'll take a bath at night and do it because this is a pain in the ass,' Rob thought. A half-hour later, Rob was standing in a pair of white panties, trying to decide what to wear. Andrea finally had to convince him that the jeans and the white t-shirt with the blue stripe was fine to wear to the doctor, and he had better just slip on the sandals because they were running late. Andrea drove, heading out into the suburbs. It took about a half-hour to get there, and Rob just stared out the window, watching the traffic go by. Rob felt unusually complacent, it just felt so nice to be out of the office and not working, and as long as Andi could handle things, he'd be OK. He didn't blink when she pulled into a salon parking lot. "This was the only place that could take you on such short notice, and the masseuse here is fantastic!" Inside, the place was dripping with lush green plants and the heavy perfumed scent of permanent hair relaxers. Ladies waited patiently under hair dryers, flipping through fashion magazines. A young girl behind the counter smiled at Andi, then took Rob by the hand. By now, he just felt dazed. This is where women come to get their hair done. Andi gets her hair done here. Rob shouldn't be here? but Rob was here. Rob was also so tense, he could feel his muscles about to explode, and if this was a great massage, then Rob will get a massage here. The counter girl handed Rob a white smock and told him to change. Without thinking too much, Rob stepped into a changing room and pulled off his jeans and his t-shirt and wrapped the robe around him. The soft cotton felt nice, and hung low enough to not make him embarrassed. Rob neatly folded his clothes and stepped out of the changing room, where the counter girl took him to a sink. This must start with a scalp massage, Rob thought. Certainly, the hot water on his head and a deep massage as the girl shampooed his head was so soothing, Rob thought he was going to drift off to sleep. Fingers worked deep into his scalp, rubbing and caressing his head. Then a towel was wrapped around his head and he was led into a back room. Soothing jungle sounds and a faint scent of lavender filled the room. Gladly, Rob removed his robe and slid onto the table, between the two sheets. He didn't remember much about the next hour, just a wonderfully strong pair of hands working over every muscle in his body. Up and down every inch of his skin, remaking him, kneading him out, washing all the tension out of his body. Rob stopped thinking and just felt his body relax, drifting away? All too soon it was over, and hands gently helped him up, draped a robe around his shoulders, and led him to a chair. Lost in bliss, Rob closed his eyes, practically asleep when another pair of hands worked on his scalp, pulling and pasting and doing who knows what. Someone else was rubbing his feet gently, then his hands. A warm mud was smoothed over his face, and Rob knew it was a gently exfoliating mud mask. Mmmm? he wanted to purr like a kitten. He hadn't been treated like this since his prom two years ago; he spent the whole day in a salon getting primped for a big night out. Something tingly on his scalp was being washed out, and he knew that it was the highlights he had been wanting. They looked so cute on all the models in this month's Cosmo. Prom night, a cute but shy senior had asked him out, and Rob shyly accepted. He was a shy girl, because he was in so many advanced classes, all the cute boys thought he was a nerd. When John picked him up in a limo, after he got to spend all day in a spa with his mom, Rob had felt totally like a princess. Floating all night in a pale blue satin gown, for the first time in his life, he was drawing stares from every guy who had ignored her for four years of high school. Boys stared at her all night, yet John was a perfect gentleman, even allowing her to dance with a few other boys who quietly asked her to dance, much to the withering disapproval of their dates. At the end of the night, Rob wasn't ready for sex, but he did give his first blow-job that night. John was not expecting it, and was so cute and shy and overwhelmed, that it made it 'all the better'. Rob remembered feeling so nervous about it and worried he was going to do it wrong, but then he saw how nervous John was, and instantly he felt better and sucked John's cock deep into her mouth. Her mouth. Katie's mouth! Katie the shy honors student, bound for law school. Rob opened his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror. His hair loosely framed his face, gentle blonde highlights streaked through his hair. He ran his finger through his hair, the nails polished to a gentle sheen and a pink polish to match his toes. Rob wasn't sitting in the chair anymore. Katie was. Katie, who discovered popularity for the first time in college, Katie who joined a sorority, and then had sex with six different men in the year after she lost her virginity, Katie who had a threesome with one lover and a sorority sister, Katie who became ferociously bi-sexual for her senior year in college, eating out a lover in the stairwell of the school library, Katie who didn't wear panties for two weeks on a dare. Katie who had a lovely face with green eyes, brown hair with golden highlights, Katie who got into law school, but followed a boyfriend to New York City instead. Katie who got dumped a year later, Katie who got a job as a paralegal, and Katie who was now a secretary for Andrea. Katie, who was become Andrea's roommate, lover, secretary, maid and sex toy. Katie listened to echoes of Rob, his ambitions to be a big corporate lawyer. Katie once wanted to be a powerful lawyer, and Rob's fading voice tried to remind her of those desires, but Katie wanted no part of that. She loved the freedom of being Andrea's secretary. She was unhappy through her entire childhood because all she thought of was work, but now she was nicely taken care of, she was saving some money for later, and getting her brains screwed out nightly. In the dressing room, Katie pulled on a white satin bra, fumbling a little with the clasp, feeling a little out of practice, her dark nipples just barely peeking through the white lace cups. He pulled on the jeans, the t-shirt, and then slipped into her sandals, wiggling her pink toenails. Andrea was waiting outside, and she swept Katie up in her arms. "Look how beautiful you turned out!" Andrea drove Katie across town to her doctor's appointment. Andrea chattered away merrily, talking on and on about how lovely Katie's new hairstyle was and how gorgeous her pink fingernails were. Katie smiled, but kept staring out the window. She could see a faint reflection of her face in the glass, and it did look more girlish. Her cheekbones seemed higher, her face a little more narrow than Rob's face used to be. There was no trace of Rob's beard at all. They were still Rob's eyes, Katie realized, but not quite. The blue was a little softer. The landscape rolled by in a blur. Katie looked down to her chest. She had a small pair of breasts now, and she could feel the snug band of the bra wrapped around her chest. It lifted up her barely B cup breasts and held them snug and close to her body. Katie felt her penis tucked away snugly into her panties, and wondered how long it would be before that, too, vanished. She couldn't remember the last time it got hard. Rob had watched a porno video a couple weeks ago, and Katie tried to remember what it was like. She remembered the fake-breasted blonde with the cheap eye make-up, and Katie remembered that she was wearing shoes that were too small, and that her tan was from a bottle. Katie could vaguely recall the throbbing of a hard erection, the hunger and the need echoing in her groin, but it was far away and fading a little. She couldn't remember what it felt like to jack off, but she could clearly remember the hot feeling of cum dripping on her belly. Something about that memory gave her a different feeling in her groin, a relaxing tingle, and a sensation of wanting to open herself up. The doctor turned out to be a gynecologist, and Katie was mortified. Several women waited quietly in the waiting room, and Katie felt more like Rob in a skirt than anything else. She crossed her legs, letting her denim skirt slide up her thigh, hoping to hide the bulge in her panties. "Andrea, I can't go through with this," Katie whispered. Katie could remember visiting the gynecologist, and the cold penetration of the speculum as it slid inside her. In his groin, his scrotum tingled at the phantom memory of being filled up and spread apart. Katie's hand trembled and she started to tear up. "I can't? I can't go through with this!" "Be quiet, Katie. We're just here to pick up a prescription for birth control pills, and nothing more. Now be a good girl, and do what I tell you." Katie waited in silence for a half-hour, too nervous to flip through any of the magazines. Birth control pills? That thought scared her, and at the same time opened up another room full of phantom memories. Katie didn't want to think, and she calmed herself down by thinking about the blow-job she gave on prom night. That wasn't so bad. Sucking cock wasn't that bad? Katie had done it a lot of times before and it was OK. She tapped a shiny pink fingernail on her thigh with an unstoppable nervous energy, and she kept whispering 'prom night, prom night' to herself over and over again. Andrea just smiled benignly at her, and finally the nurse called for Katie Dormer and she was led into the back room. Dr. Anne Washington was a tall blonde woman with a blunt pageboy haircut. Katie sat in a plastic chair, and crossed her legs like a good girl as Dr. Anne examined her records. Katie thought she was going to die of embarrassment, but Dr. Anne turned out to be very comforting and friendly. She explained how the birth control pills worked, and explained what they would not do, and what side effects to expect. She asked Katie a few questions about her sexual history, and Katie answered them quickly, the information bubbling up from somewhere deep inside her. How many partners had she had in the last 12 months? Three, Katie said. Any pregnancy scares? None, this was just a precaution. Did she use condoms? Oh, every time, I insist on it. After the twenty-minute chat about practicing safe sex, Dr. Anne gave Katie a hug and sent her back out to Andrea. On the way home, Katie secretly blushed a little. Three partners and condoms in the last year? She was such a little liar! The rest of Katie's vacation week passed by in a blur. Andrea stayed home with her and took her shopping every day. A huge bag of Rob's clothes were left to charity, and the rest got incorporated into Katie's wardrobe. By weeks end, as if by magic, her drawers and closets were absolutely stuffed with Katie's new wardrobe. Certainly, she was in heaven, trying on new outfit after new outfit, and each change of clothing unlocked a little more of Katie. Every morning after her shower, Katie spent an hour inspecting her body, gently toweling herself dry and covering her skin with lotions and moisturizers from head to toe. Her breasts seemed to hover right between a B and C cup, making it nearly impossible to find a bra that fit. Her hands and feet seemed to be so dainty and slender, they were just impossibly cute, she thought. Her penis was definitely shrinking away, and her scrotum had pulled up tightly and almost disappeared. It was kind of gross, Katie thought, having that thing just hanging there all the time. And that penis, too, was just kind of ugly. Fortunately, Andrea didn't think so. When Katie would finish her morning shower ritual, Andrea would drag Katie to the bed and throw her down, kissing her soft skin, sucking her shrinking penis into her mouth. Katie would scream with pleasure, hearing how high her voice climbed as the waves of ecstasy rolled through her. Her body would shake and tremble, aching to be filled, feeling a void somewhere deep inside that wanted to be filled, and finally relief would come in a fiery rush that left her shaking all over. Katie tried on her work clothes, too. Lovely and professional suits, and her favorite was one she found in the clearance rack at Bloomingdale's, right where Jill found hers. Katie couldn't wait to wear it in Monday morning and show Jill her new suit. Katie worked on the 25th floor, answering phones for Andrea. She was a secretary. For some reason, she once thought she worked on the 34th floor, but that was where Jill worked. When Katie checked her e-mail on Sunday night, there was a huge file waiting for her, mailed from her office account. She opened it up, and found her journal. She totally forgot that she mailed it to herself, and that she was supposed to print it out and file away with her other diaries during her vacation week. Whoops! She paged through it and blushed a little bit? it was a long list of her sexual encounters, and she mailed it to herself because Andi told her it was inappropriate to keep that on her office computer. Katie got a little aroused as she read her journal. She was shocked at some of the guys she had completely forgotten about. Gosh, she had done some downright filthy stuff? blowing guys on the train, in cabs, on the steps of the art museum. Screwing guys at parties, twice she had done guys and never learned their names. Threesomes. Foursomes. Women. Dildos. Once she had a cock in every hole, and then two guys tried to fill her pussy, but couldn't do it. She once danced topless at a frat party, then did a private lap dance for three guys who jacked off and came on her skin. She loved the feel of the hot cum on her belly, and on her thigh. As a graduation present to some close fraternity friends, she did it again, and let nine or ten guys cum on her naked skin. She walked around with a vibrator in her pussy for a day. Andi had fucked her with a strap-on in her office. She had blown two of Andi's clients last month on the corporate jet during a trip to Texas. On the way back, another client initiated her into the mile high club. Katie was a slut, and as her exploits came flooding back to her, one hand crept up under her skirt to gently massage her swollen clit. She was a slut, and she enjoyed it. She was thinking about the time she sat on a boyfriends lap at a football game and rode his cock for the third quarter? Her fingers worked her swollen clit, and stroked her sensitive skin. One finger gently stroked the puffy folds of skin under her clit, and came away damp. Katie looked at it for a second in surprise, and then licked it clean. Her finger hurried back to her moistened slit and quickly brought her to a screaming orgasm. A month later, Katie was sitting at her desk when Andrea buzzed for her. Katie was a little grumpy, because Andrea wouldn't let her go on a date with Tom last night. Katie was hornier than ever and really wanted a cock inside her new pussy, but stupid Andrea got really pissed when Katie told her about Tom. Katie was going to go on a date with him that night, but Andrea told her no. Katie wanted to tell Andrea to fuck off, 'cause she wasn't her mom or anything like that. Andrea got all angry and talked about how Tom was just using all the secretaries, and besides, Tom was seeing Katie's best friend Jill. Then the screaming started and Katie just rolled her eyes and stomped back to her apartment, alone and horny. Andrea was just pissy because she got a really bad haircut and was totally on the rag. She had been talking for a month about cutting her hair short, and then she totally went and got this butch haircut. She looked like a lesbian, and then she wore pants suits all week. She wasn't coming over, and Katie had to spend every night at home alone, rubbing herself to stupid orgasm after stupid orgasm alone. That totally sucks. That's what Katie was thinking. Andrea is really turning into a stupid bore, and maybe I have to find a new job or something. When she opened the door to Andrea's office, Katie saw her standing in front of her desk. Andrea was wearing a black suit that did nothing for her figure. Her hair was short and spiky, but something was kinda cute about it. Katie really wanted to stay angry, but just looking at Andi made her melt, just a little bit. Andrea was just leaning back against her desk her legs slightly spread open. "Close the door behind you and come here." Katie's knees got weak, and she closed the door, locking it. Then she walked over to Andi, letting her hips roll freely. They kissed passionately for a moment, and then Andi whispered, "You know what I want." Katie knew exactly what she wanted, and she collapsed to her knees almost immediately, her fingers hurrying to open up Andi's pants, unbuttoning them, pulling them down. Katie was a little surprised to see that Andi wasn't wearing panties; she was wearing white men's Y- front underwear. Katie hooked a finger into the fly of Andy's under shorts and tugged them down to her knees. Then she leaned in and started sucking on Andy's swollen clit, tickling it with her tongue, just like she knew he liked. The End (?)