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Tales of Britney Part IV: As the Devil Pleases! - [email protected] Do not exceed the recommended dosage: Yet again it was morning at my lovely new apartment, Chanel had again cooked me breakfast, and after breakfast I took the second to last 'X23B Pseudo-gender concentrate' pill, this time coming to grips with it and not getting the dizzy side effects except for a tingling sensation through my body. It was Friday morning, I had realised that everything had started a week ago when I had gone to visit my good friend Jess who had been sick and been transformed into Britney for the first time. Now I look almost certain to spend the rest of my life as Britney. It was odd to note at this point that Chanel had said very little to me about my transformation. I went off and enjoyed a very long shower that morning, changing out of my pink nightie into something very simple blue jeans, with one of the few normal black t-shirts I had, with some plainish looking black heels. I still looked very sexy indeed but more like the girl next door than a pornstar. I headed off and jumped on a bus to go shopping, knowing that I had already done my duty for Amy, and Mistress Suzy wasn't expecting to see me until Saturday. Mistress Suzy had left a rather detailed message on my answer machine. Dale that morning had couriered me over half a dozen roses and a cellphone which Chanel had put in my room before I woke up that morning. I decided to take the bus to a mall situation in the CBD (district of town). It was cool shopping for the first time by myself as a girl, and getting treated as girl by all the mall staff and not just another guy in drag. My titties where still an A cup and I still didn't need to shave, my hair had reached a stage where it was down to my shoulders and I had one pill left to take of the miracle hormone. I decided to get my new girlie hair dyed at the hairdresser, lucky for me they where not to busy and I was seen to on the spot. A young Asian girl who was rather on the attractive side, she gave me a head massage and it felt so lovely to feel her long nails going through my new born girlie hair. After the head massage and shampoo was complete the young Asian girl walked me over to introduced me to my hair dresser 'Brandy', who was one of the dizziest girls I have ever met in my life. She was ultra skinny though and I was almost instantly jealous of her hydroxide blonde long hair, short nails that I think she must of bitten once to often as a child. She was also very young, maybe 17 or 18 at the oldest. I was sat down in a hairdressing chair and selected 'Stawrberry Blonde' as my new hair colour. It was so much fun having girlie chats with Brandy as she did my hair. I made an appointment to go back and see Brandy in 3 weeks so we could keep my hair looking fresh and ever so sexy. It was just after lunch time as I walked around the mall pretty aimlessly after my haircut, I wasn't too sure of what to buy and very little had actually caught my attention in fact. Half of me was even considering just going back to my apartment to watch TV or something when I decided that I might as well have a light lunch at the malls foodcourt. I selected a nice looking place and got a very light girlie meal to consume. While I was eating a man in his mid20's walked over to me and asked to join me. Not being one to refuse a handsome gentleman I said it was cool with. He introduced himself as Kane. Kane was in fact 26. He worked for a very well known telecommunications company as a salesman, and definitely as it turned out had a gift for the gab. He was single and never been married and was also from out of town but was thinking about moving up to our fine town. I was really not too interested in his life history I was more interested in melting into his blue eyes they where so scrummy looking. He said he had to go back to work but I gave him my mobile number and he said he would be in touch. I ended up spending much of the rest of the afternoon shopping, buying random items as they took my fancy. I got home at about six, deciding to have an early dinner. Chanel came home at about the time I was cooking dinner, so I did the polite thing and offered to cook for her. In return Chanel invited me to accompany her to a concert that she had been given free tickets too. We ate a very lovely dinner in deed that night and it was time for me to take my final pill of 'X23B Pseudo- gender consentrate'. After taking the pill I knew that was it there was no going back to being Troy unless something bizarre happened so I was going to be Britney and I was going to enjoy it. Concert: Chanel went to get ready while I cleared up the after dinner mess, I was glowing inside as the wonder-drug did it's thing. Going into my bedroom to get changed when everything was put away, I had forgot to ask Chanel what concert we where going too, but knew it really didn't matter a lot as I wanted to just go out and party so badly to celebrate the completion of my transformation. On went my cute new pink panties, that where a see-through mesh all around, with a matching see-through pink mesh bra. I looked at myself in the mirror admiring the view, and if looks could kill right now I would knock them dead even if I just was in a bra, panties with my choker collar on of course, and my new strawberry blonde shoulder length hair. Next I decided to put on a white lycra crop top, that was cut in a V at the bottom and had a lot of straps on the back and nothing else, I then put on some black velvet hotpants, with some sea through stockings, and black PVC boots to top of my outfit. A very quick bit well done makeup job later I was looking like a girl ready to do some serious partying so I went out to the lounge to see if Chanel was ready. Chanel said that we would catch a Taxi to the concert venue, I still forgot to ask her what the concert was. We had a nice glass of red wine before the Taxi arrived and we where off. When we got to 'JACOB'S LADDER STADIUM' the crowd was amazing, there where thousands of people all over the place screaming, but the Taxi just drove through the crowd to the VIP entrance and we where into the VIP area once Chanel showed her 'POSH SLUT' media card, the key to all occasions as she called it. It was a couple of moments before I clicked as to what concert we where actually going to it was 'LIMP BIZKIT', all I could think to myself is oh my god how sexy Fred Durst was. Chanel paid the Taxi driver and we where off tickets in hands ready to enter the concert of a lifetime. Getting passed security was a breeze as both of us had nothing to hide, the concert itself seemed to go by really fast, and Limp Bizkit preformed like the true musical genius' that they where, however there was no encore much to the boo's of the crowd. Chanel said that she had work early the next day but handed me an invite to the Limp Bizkit after party at club 'Logo' which was situation across town. I decided what they hey the night was still young and it was time for this girl to party, so I left with Chanel who jumped into a Taxi to come home, but I instead jumped onto the train which was heading to club 'Logo'. The infamous club Logo was basically a den of everything sinister, drugs, rockstars, moviestars, pornstar, mafia, a never ending list of sin.I showed the doorman my invite who was more than pleased to let me into club logo. I quickly made my way to the bar and ordered "Sex on the Beach" much to the amusement of the guy sitting at the bar ordering a lot of drinks, he introduced himself politely as 'Z' and said that he was with the band and if I was a good girl and followed him through to the backroom there might be a good gift in return. For the second time that day I didn't refuse a handsome gentleman and followed him through a series of backdoors and tough looking security gaurds to the VIP lounge of club logo where very shortly none other than Limp Bixkit would themselves be partying up a storm. Z handed around the drinks he had just purchased before turning his attention to me, leading me to a side room. A moment later he had dropped his trousers presenting me with his cock, I thought it was my gift so did what any girl in my place would do, put my drink down in a safeplace and got on my knee's in front of him and sucked him off until he blew his precious cargo deep down my throat. I think it was more than he was expecting and I was mistaken as to what my gift was moments later as Z opened the back to door allowing someone else to enter the little secluded side room of club logo. The someone else was none other than the very hot and sexy lead singer of Limp Bizkit one Mr Fred Durst.I was like a horny little teenage groupy almost instantly allowing Durst to have his way with me as he spanked my ass lightly and kissed me and held me in his arms. Z had somehow pulled his pants on and exited the room, leaving me alone with Durst. I ended up doing to Durst what I had done to Z sucking him off until he too burst his precious cargo into my mouth, however unlike Z the next thing Durst did was pull my black velvet hotpants down, he obviously paused to admire the view of my see through pink panties. Keeping my cock safely out of site he pulled the panties down just enough to slowly inch his cock, which was amazingly hard again into my boy-pussy as he started to fuck my ass like no other man had done before, he had a lot more energy than any other sexual partner I had yet encountered or was I just really turned on by him and getting what all good little sluts deserved. It was a miracle that I was able to keep my cock out of his site, as I am still to this day uncertain as to what chain of events would have followed if this little girls dark secret had been found out. Durst filled me up like someone filling there car up with petrol, giving me a final kiss good bye. I pulled my panties and hot pants back on and Durst kindly showed me the back way out of club Logo. It was definitely the second highlight in my life of being Britney, the first of course being having sex with Jess. I was on too much of a buzz to go back to my apartment, so instead I jumped into a taxi and headed close to home to an underground club called 'Dark Sidez' which I had often heard about. It might not have been a sin den like Club Logo was but Dark Sidez was fill to the brim with girls like me, it was the local trans bar in my area. Sitting in one of the booths of Dark Sidez I soon caught site of my new friend Kane, who in turn seemed to have made a new friend in the form of a not too passable cross-dresser of the older variety. I ordered a 'Bloody Mary' from the bar and walked over to the booth. I am not sure who was more surprized Kane or his companion, but I made myself welcome and pulled up a seat next to Kane. His companions name was Debrah, she would of been at a guess 60 trying to pull of 16 which we all know can work sometimes but she had gone the wrong way about it. Being a very naughty bitch indeed I upstaged her and made it clear that me and Kane had some unfinished business on the dance floor. Kane was still in a daze when I kissed him and lead him out for that first dance, he had not realised at the mall that I in fact was a TransGirlie on hormones which flattered me immensely. We danced most of the night away, then he took me down to the beach where we made love, it was the first time as Britney, a guy had taken the time not to just get down my pants. This particular beach wasn't the most romantic of spots, it was a well known smugglers beach in the area but it provided a brilliant place for us to enjoy each other. He didn't walk me home as he was due to catch a plane back to where he came from but he promised me that he would be in touch as soon as possible. I think that night I had the most magical of sleeps that I had had in a very long time, when I woke up in the morning I knew there was not a lot of time until I would be seeing Mistress Suzy, so I made the most of my freedom having an extra long shower. I chose to then get dressed in a white bra and panties set that I had brought on the shopping spree with Jess but not yet warn, it was very cute because the bra and panties where covered in red cherries. Then I pulled on my black PVC pants, with some black high heels, along with my little blue crop top with candy written across the front in glitter, and a black woolen jumper to complete the outfit as it was a rather cold morning outside, I rung the taxi and headed off to spend the day at Mistress Suzy'z. Hell on Earth: It was the first time I had seen Mistress Suzy in sometime but she complimented me on how nice I looked and that she was very pleased that I had taken my medicine as I was instructed too. The first thing Mistress Suzy did was lead me to the changing room where I put my current clothes into storage and changed into a black PVC bra with matching black PVC string g-string. Then I was lead out to the dungeon where I was again put into the birdcage but this time without any signs of restraint except for the door being locked behind me. To my sirprize only maybe ten minutes had passed before Mistress Suzy was back in front of me this time she had brought an elderly couple in. A man in his 50's and the lady who I presume to be his wife would have been maybe a little older possibly in her early 60's. Obviously the couple where a little on the eccentric side as the man made the comment to Mistress Suzy that Tweety Bird didn't look that cute on TV, and that she was a far more attractive bird in real life. Mistress Suzy then opened up the feeder door of the giant size bird cage, last time this had happened I had to suck on the most horrible cock in my life, this time however the old man was feeding me some kind of seed, that I had no choice but to gobble them down as In his warped mind I was Tweety Bird. After eating enough seed until I thought I was about to vomit, Mistress Suzy made the comment that the cage door was now open, she had gone and unlocked it herself to allow my escape. So I took this as my cue to escape so that the man and lady could get there money's worth. Knowing I had done the right thing, I was in shock when Mistress Suzy pulled me by my choker collar over to the stocks, I got the full treatment head and arms into the stocks, thumbs where then thumb cuffed together, ball gag, blindfold, legs spread apart and tied with rope so I almost felt as I was being ripped into two. All I could hear is the old man talking about how what a shame it was that Tweety Bird was stuck now and that Sylvester was going to eat her for supper. Then I felt it, a thud on my buttocks, but this was not a whip, it was far worse Mistress Suzy was giving my first dose of the cane. I recieved so many lashes of the cane I thought I was going to pass out, when they stopped Mistress Suzy lifted the ball gag out of my mouth, and started to feed me more of that wicked bird seed, again the only reason I knew this was Mistress Suzy as I could feel her long nails on my tongue as she fed me the seed. I could still here the old man cackling on about Tweety Bird getting eaten and It was slowly starting to drive me more than up the wall. When Mistress Suzy replaced the seed with something else, this time it was something I had to lick, however it was not the man that I was licking, it wasn't Suzy who I knew had a nice tasting shaven pussy, instead I had to presume that it was the old ladies pussy. Not content to just let me eat her pussy, Mistress Suzy started to whip my ass for the next maybe forty minutes while I had to constantly keep on eating the icky tasting old ladies pussy. The whipping stopped again, but my ass was stinging, my g-string pulled down to around my ankles, the ball gag re-inserted into my mouth, then into my ass I felt it the old man was giving me his cock, it was thick but small, he must of only lasted ten minutes before he blew his load inside me, pulling out to rub his cum all over my butt cheeks. However the show was not yet over, Mistress removed the ball gag and blindfold, she lead the old man around to where I was, allowing him to give me a golden shower. That was the end of there session, she left me there covered in urine and cum as she lead them out of her dungeon and upstairs. When she came back down she sent me back to the changing room for a shower, putting me back in the same clothes that I had warn in the first scenario and back into the giant birdcage, this time though I was blindfolded, with a rope put onto the choker collar restraining my head at the feeder box, my hands where then tied with rope to the bars, my ankles also getting the rope restraint treatment. My ass was still slightly stinging from the heavy bondage session I had all ready had from Mistress Suzy and this time I did not here the click of the door as she exited the cage and went up stairs to get the next customer. Losing all track of time I think I might actually of gone to sleep for awhile, because the next thing I realised my ass was getting licked, I was getting reamed obviously from Mistress Suzy's next customer as I know she would not sink to such a level. It actually felt nice and I was wriggling around enjoying every moment, with only my hearing, smell, and feeling to go by it was a very much a trusting session. Next a vibrator was used to replace the tongue and my ass received a good probing from that vibe. I was getting into the spirit and flow of things when his cock entered me. It was a pierced cock too which provided me with a new sensation that I had not yet felt too, he took ages and ages to cum and I thought for the second time that day that I was going to be split in two. The day went on and on, with all sorts of sexually perverse acts taking place in Mistress Suzy Dungeon. I was whipped lots, tied up lots, had more vibrators used on me, sucked off a lot more men. In total I think I had sex with at least twenty men that day not including the scenario's I have all ready described to you and also sucked off another five men who I did not have sex with. When I left Mistress Suzy's thought it was all most worthwhile when she handed me $2,500 in cash to spend on what ever I wanted. All I could do though when I got back to the apartment was go to sleep and wait till Sunday to arrived. Sunday is a day that most people would go to church and worship life, but I had no religious beliefs except that on forms that asked I would always write Jedi down as my religion. Chanel had headed off to church which was her Sunday outing when I got a phone call from Dale who was inviting me out to spend some time on his boat, I gladly agreed to go down and meet him at the wharf. A sudden thought entering my head as to what to wear on a boat that would still look very sexy but also be practical. Luckily at the mall I had brought some cute pink nike's, so I put them aside to put on when I had decided what to wear. I jumped into the shower thinking that might make my head think a little clearer. When I got out of the shower the first thing I did was ransack my room trying to work out what sexy underwear I could wear, to top everything off at that point in time I could feel a bad hair day coming on. We all know how bad those, bad hair days can be. I found what I was looking for a lace blue slip with matching thong, as soon as I had put that on I felt like I could take on the world, at least everything was starting to go my way I reassured myself again not sounding too convincing though. I put on my short white miniskirt that had made me look like a tennis player once upon a time but now seemed to just make me look like a nasty little cocksucking whore. Deciding to put on my black DKNY t- shirt that I had also brought on my trip to the mall, with a white DKNY jumper over the top because I knew it would be cold, deciding to then put on some knee high black sox with by pink nike's. Getting dressed just in time as the Taxi showed up to take me down to the wharf to meet Dale. The coolest thing was this was the first time I had seen Dale since I had undergone the transformation from the medicine I had taken. He was very impressed, and once aboard his boat, I find myself not only in his arms but also kissing him, it was obvious he liked the fact that I had real boobies as he kept on looking at them and used every excuse he could to touch them, not that he needed an excuse I would have quite happily spread my legs for Dale at the drop of a hat. His boat was a 26 foot launch with pleaty of room to recline, we headed out deep in the harbour. I had taken off my white DKNY jumper and black DKNY t-shirt along with the blue slip, black sox, nike's and white miniskirt by the time Dale had dropped anchor and was simply on the deck in my blue thong. My pierced naval and titties showing as the jewelry glistened in the sun. Dale lost control of himself, forcing me to suck his cock, but I was more than happy to do that. He pulled out choosing to ejaculate over my new titties. We then went to the bedroom where he removed my blue thong, watching me play with myself and play with a pink viberator that he just happened to have abroad the boat for some strange reason. We had sex a couple of time's before it was time for me to get dressed while he navigated the boat back to the wharf. On the trip back to the wharf Dale told me a lot about how he was not overly happy in his marriage and was actually thinking of getting a Mafia hitman to do away with his wife. The most evil thought came into my head of asking him to hire a Mafia hitman to also kill Amy while he was at it, but then I thought after everything Amy is still his daughter and at least Amy played a major part in my transformation from Troy to Britney. When we got to the wharf, there was a big black Limo waiting to pick Dale up, but he also made his driver drop me back at my apartment as well. When I got home it was good that Chanel was back from Church as it gave me someone to talk to and we had a quick game of cards while she told me all about her day at Church. The good thing about Chanel is she always had a smile on her face despite anything bad that was or had happened in her life. While Chanel and I chattered away to each other I got a beep on my phone from Amy who said to keep Monday free as there was a very special party that we would be going too. The night was still quite young so Chanel popped off down and got us a video to watch, it was one of those real girlie movies 'Two Guys and a Girl' but it was good to just relax on a Sunday night and watch some good clean eye candy. The next day I woke up and Amy had come over, I knew that she had sent me a beep but expected the party to have been later on that day, Monday night and not a daytime Monday party. Amy was standing over me with a couple of bags of clothing. She also looked very pleased with herself, she informed me that we where going to go to the 'Hell on Earth' party but at the time I had no idea what this party was. But I jumped into the shower to quickly freshen up, then let Amy hand me the clothes I was going to wear, black string g-string with matching string bra that basically looked a lot like a bikini and was made of the same material, a very short pleated black micro-mini skirt, that looked a lot like the bottom half of a cheerleaders outfit. She then handed me a black lycra bube tube that barely even covered my a-cupped breasts, then she gave me my pompoms, some black knee high sox, and told me to put on my pink nike's like a good little cheerleader. We jumped into her Purple MG and blasted off at high speeds into the country side, pulling onto a gate in the middle of nowhere and going down a very windy gravel road there was a banner that read 'Hell on Earth' going through that gate and driving for another hour we arrived at a very grotty little farmhouse that had a red carpet rolled outside of it for some odd reason. At the door to the grotty farmhouse we where both first frisked by a man who in any other place would of simply passed as a giant, Amy's Asian friend from the VIP 'POSH SLUT' party was also there (refer to Britney 'Late comings') We went inside the grotty farmhouse that inside was done up to be very high class indeed. We went down to the ballroom where most of the people where dressed high class, I was very much out of place dressed up as a cheerleader. There would have been maybe one hundred people at 'Hell on Earth'. But I still didn't have too much of an idea what it was about until the entertainment started, a submissive boy in his late teens was brought into the room in a cage, released from the cage and whipped until there was blood dripping off his naked body, then several of the male guest's stepped forward forcing him to suck on there cock's and then they took turns having sex with him until the poor boy passed out. It was now I realised why they called it 'Hell on Earth' it was a sex party for the high and mighty who could practically purchase anything they wanted. No wonder Amy had brought me here, strictly for her own amusement. Over the course of the next six hours, Amy and I stood there getting drunk on expensive Champagne and watching some of the most sexually bizarre and twisted sex acts that I had ever seen in my life. Amy however did not send me out onto the middle of the floor to entertain anyone. Instead she lead me upstairs to a small private room where the Asian man from before was, she introduced him to me this time though, his name was 'Victor'. Victor was from Japan, he had a lust though for European women who where submissive but he also had a soft spot for Amy. Victor also organized the Hell on Earth parties just because there was no place where there could be 100% anything goes sexual interaction. The alcohol must of gone to Amy's head because she had somehow found her way under Victor's desk and was again sucking him off. I thought to myself what would happen if her boyfriend Kirk could see this, and how many other men did Amy have in her life. It was obvious too that Victor was now pulling the strings. Amy finished off the job and got up, saying she was going to go down stairs alone and watch the rest of the show but she would leave me with Victor and I was to do anything he asked. Victor made me dance for him to some music, slowly going through a cheerleader dance then a slow seductive striptease until I was naked in front of him, with his cock lodged into my boypussy, he rode me like he had ridden me before at the VIP 'POSH SLUT' party. Exploding into me with so much force I thought his cum was actually going to come out my nose instead of sinking nicely into my boy pussy. After he had finished I dressed and he lead me back down to Amy. Amy had obviously had enough of the party as when I returned she put down her half empty glass of Champagne and drove me back to my apartment. So far being a slave to Amy had actually been pretty easy going indeed, but I knew that where it was easy going there was going to somewhere be an ultimate twist that was not so easy to overcome. Amy said that she wouldn't mind seeing me again on Thursday for a photo shoot for 'POSH SLUT' magazine if I was up for it. But I knew it was more of an order than a request, so without any objection I agreed to meet her early Thursday morning in her office. Mystery Visit: I must of only just walked in the door of my apartment when there was a knock on the door. I thought to myself there isn't a lot of people who know where I am living unless it is a courier or a visitor for Chanel. Still dressed in my cheerleaders uniform that I had worn to Hell on Earth I opened the door. Kirk was standing in front of me, looking like he had just walked out of an old fashion gangster movie, he had on a black double breasted pinstripe suit and was even wearing a cheese cutter on his head. The first thing that Kirk did is make me promise him that under no circumstances I would tell Amy that he of all people had come to visit him. Moments later he had me on the couch with his dick in my boy pussy, basically getting what he wanted for little to no effort. After he had got what he wanted though he explained to me that he had found out about the whole Victor and Amy affair when he had intercepted an email that got sent to the wrong email address. He also informed me of Victor's take over bid of 'POSH SLUT' magazine that would also give him ownership of the slave contract that controlled my every movement. It was the ultimate act of betrayal on Amy's part but she was within her rights to do anything she wanted with me. Kirk then went on to have another chat with me about how he had only screwed me as he wasn't getting any from Amy, but he had some friends who would be more than willing to screw me in return for something special. The evil look in his eye had me slightly puzzled, but I agreed to go with him to a secluded hotel in his Jeep Wrangler. Still dressed as a cheerleader with a cocktail of cum in my boy pussy all ready I sat next to Kirk in a one star hotel room in the middle of nowhere as more men entered the room who looked like they too had just stepped out of the same old fashion gangster movie that Kirk had, except these men looked much more sinister they had to be Mafia of some description. In total there was ten of them, they all basically lined up and started to run a train on me, one in my mouth while I took the other in my boy pussy, each of them took a turn cumming in my mouth and my boy pussy until they had all finished and I was more than exhausted, it was turning into one long Monday. Kirk drove me back to my apartment not saying a word to me about what had just gone on, all he said is that don't worry I would be getting something special in return he just wouldn't let on to what that was. At my apartment I took the time I had to jump in the shower, taking an extra long shower to make sure I got clean. Putting on my pink nightie I went and cuddled up on the couch and watched some TV as I was in no mood to go out and have fun. Chanel came home from work later than usual, she explained that work was hell. Amy had thrown a temper tantrum and stormed out of the office in a huff after a late afternoon visit from her boyfriend Kirk. Kirk for some reason had then left 'POSH SLUT' magazine arm and arm with the new secretary Tiffany, much to everyone's amusement. I decided to give Chanel a massage, it wasn't long before the two of us where then kissing, then the two of us where naked on her bed, for the first time I noticed it, Chanel just like me had a penis. I didn't want to ask her what the situation was we just spent the rest of the night sucking and fucking each other until the sun came up. Headline News: After a quick nap we both woke up in each others arms and Chanel turned on the TV just as the news headlines where being read out, and there is was, "'POSH SLUT' owner and daughter of millionaire Amy found dead in her car under very suspicious circumstances, police are investigating more details to come at six." Obviously this was the surprise that Kirk had told me to expect, Chanel was in tears instantly but I was able to comfort her enough and stop her crying. Chanel opened up to me about her true story, how everywhere she had been in the story she told me the first time was true except that up until she met April she had been a boy called Roberto. Amy had found Roberto at the airport eating left over airplane food from one of the dumpsters and offered her a new life as Chanel, which she excepted and learned to love in order to survive. As my Tuesday morning continued, I knew It would be a good time to look at my slave contract to see if there was a clause dealing with Amy's death. While I was reading the slave contract to find the clause, Dale phoned me and I tried my best to make it seem a little better for him to little avail. But Dale did have some good news it seemed that Amy had left me 'POSH SLUT' magazine along with the apartment I was currently living in as her way to say thank you for being her slave. Dale said that when everything calmed down he would like to get together with me and discuss a few things, with that though he had to go as the police had arrived to interview him. Deciding not to break the news just yet to Chanel about the fact that I would be taking over 'POSH SLUT' magazine I instead had a quick shower, before slipping into my silver silk boxer shorts the girlie kind with a matching silver bra, tight blue jeans, my pink nike's, and my white DKNY t-shirt. I then walked down to the local mall, I hadn't been able to find anything sinister in my slave contract except for in the event of a death I was free from the slave contract. Happy for the second time that day that I was now a free girl after just over a week of being Britney and not having to wait six months as specified in my slave contract. I went on a major shopping spree spending $1,000 on clothes before going back to the apartment. I had just put all my shopping away and made a hot cup of coco for Chanel when the police knocked on the door. Detective Sam Presario and Sgt Anthony Kartel. It was your good cop and bad cop game, with Sgt Anthony Kartel playing the bad cop, but I think Detective Sam Presario had a slight crush on Chanel. We where both as honest as we possibly could be, telling them both everything that they really needed to know, admitting that we where both transgendered right from the start, but they did not wish to pry too much into our boyish past which pleased the both of us. Later on that day in fact they actually made an arrest in Amy's murder it was good to see the police catch their man but was it the right man. Kirk had sent me a beeper message telling me that he was now in Miami sitting on the beach with Tiffany sipping pina colada's and being treated like a true king, he told me to and check out locker 151B at the local train station and to make sure that I got rid of this beeper, that was the last of Kirk I ever heard of and I did make sure to get rid of the beeper after the conversation. I still hadn't told Chanel about the new owner of 'POSH SLUT' magazine when I headed off to the train station to find out what there was inside of locker 151B. Locker 151B: The train station was really busy, and it took a long time to be able to find my way to the locker area and locate locker 151b. Kirk had told me how to open it, so I entered the required six digit pin code of UB6IB9. Bingo it opened with ease, inside there where five separate items: 1. Red Handbag 2. Black Suitcase 3. White Sportsbag 4. Card that read Amtrack K9 car rentals 5. And an envelope. I worked out that there was a rental car place at the train station, it was an Amtrack run train station and it was the K9 rental car booth. Without taking anything else from locker 151b except for the card I headed over to speak to the rental car people where I handed the young boy my card. He punched a few things into the computer, and then he Said, "Yes Miss Deverow the Red Dodge Viper that you booked two weeks ago is in,'" handing me the keys and pointing me in the right direction of the carpark where he asured me I would find my Red Dodge Viper that I had payed for and rented for the next two weeks. The odd thing was I had no idea who Miss Deverow is, but for the chance to take a joyride in a Dodge Viper I was more than happy to play along. Especially considering it had been Kirk who had informed me of the location of the locker. I went back to locker 151b and took out the other items, slipping the envelope safely into the handbag. Still not really knowing what was going on I packed up the car and headed off, not wanting to head straight back to the apartment I headed down to the wharf. It was at the wharf that I decided the first thing to do would be to have a look at what was inside the envelope, I removed the envelope from the handbag, there was no name or information displayed anywhere on the plane brown envelope. Upon opening the envelope there where copies of all the photo's Jess had sent to Amy upon that first night of Britney along with a letter written by none other than Amy. The letter was addressed to Chanel Deverow. It was basically explaining that my situation was a lot like Chanel's. It didn't quite seem to all add up but I knew that somewhere along the line there was more to Chanel Deverow than met the eye so I was happy that I had neglected to tell her than I was now the new owner of the apartment and 'POSH SLUT' magazine. My only major concern was the fact that Kirk somehow knew more than he was letting on, leaving me the clue of locker 151b to somehow lead me on a wild goose chase or save me from getting my goose cooked. It worried me that there was a Red Dodge Viper that had been taken out for god knows what reason in Chanel's name. I decided that maybe I would need some professional help so I called the best person I could think of at the time Detective Sam Presario and asked him to meet me in a safe place the 'Brixton Cafe'. Brixton Cafe: I parked the car in the parking lot outside the Brixton cafe and got myself a table and a coffee. I still had the handbag in my hands but had not yet gone through what was inside it. Detective Sam Presario was off duty when he entered the Brixton Cafe, and when I opened up to him spilling everything there was to spill from Troy to Kirk to details of the information from locker 151B he was astonished completely. There was a slight fear in the back of my mind that the crush that Sam Presario seemed to have on Chanel might blind his judgment but those fears where soon put to rest outside the Brixton cafe when I found his tongue deep in my mouth. His advice was simple to go home and act normal and to keep an eye on Chanel he would see what he could track down and work out from her. Back at the apartment I was feeling uneasy making love with Chanel who was still playing the upset act at Amy's death all though I knew she knew more than she was letting on. The Red Viper was safely parked a couple of blocks away for safe keeping with all the items secured securely in the boot. Even if Chanel had wanted to make a run for locker 151b she would have found it empty and useless to her requirements. Mistress Suzy rung up just after one of Chanel's amd I love making sessions. She was quite disturbed to hear of Amy's demise and she also had news that Jess wanted to see me, Jess to was deeply upset. I made plans to meet Jess and Amy again at the Brixton Cafe later on that night. Before leaving I told Chanel that Mistress Suzy had organized some clients for me, so I had better run along but would be back some time in the early hours of the morning and not to worry. I had a very quick shower, putting on the tightest g-string I had which was a tiger print string one, with a matching bra, white pants as I thought it might be a rather cold night, a new pink lycra bube tube with a white bunny rabbit on which I had just brought that day with a matching pink jumper over it, and even though they where hidden under my white pants I put on some knee high black PVC boots and headed down the road to fetch the Viper. This time when I arrived at the Brixton Cafe It was dark and very much emptier than it had been when I had gone to meet the Detective, I was just thankful that Mistress Suzy and Jess where all ready there waiting for me when I arrived. We all where drinking the same drink which I thought was funny to see three girls drinking latte's. The topic of conversation was mostly the death of Amy, all though Jess did make the comment on how hot I was looking and she was happy that the hormones had gone well. It was obvious that she had no idea that I had been put on one of the fastest working hormone program known, or maybe unknown experimental type as I had my suspicions about 'X23B Pseudo-gender consentrate'. Mistress Suzy explained that she would no longer be using me as her sissy since she had learnt from Dale that I had taken control of 'POSH SLUT'. But she did warn me to watch out for Chanel who was known to have quite the nasty streak. Mistress Suzy then said her goodbye's as it seemed she was on a plane to meet up with Kirk and Tiffany who had requested a rather unusual session but she was never one to go into details as to what exactly this meant. Alone with Jess at the Brixton Cafe was great, we had almost forgot about Amy's demise as we sat there having a long girlie talk indeed, it was also obvious to her that I was still very much flirting with her. A phone call from Detective Presario snapped me back into reality, it seemed that they decided they had made a major mistake in arresting someone so soon in Amy's murder case. His advice had basically also changed to stay away from Chanel who had suddenly risen to prime suspect number one. I headed out into the carpark with Jess, and it was Jess's suggestion to go and get a sleazy motel room somewhere and have some fun. This was too much of a tempting offer to refuse, so we headed off out of town for a couple of days ending up at the 'Pink Flamigo Motel'. Soon we where in bed having very hot sex with each other, it was amazing doing Jess doggie style how wet her pussy juices became. We must have had sex A lot that night because my poor little girl penis was getting slightly sore by the time the sun rose to signal morning. There was though a message on my phone that I had missed from the kind Detective saying that Chanel had been found dead in her office at 'POSH SLUT' magazine the simple verdict was suicide but he would not say how or why. He did say he would be over later on to see me. I dropped Jess back at her place, she took me inside and introduced me to her parents as her knew friend Britney. It was very flattering not to be recognized by her parents as Troy, I had definitely come a very long journey in a very short time. I headed home this time parking the viper in my car parking space and making sure to empty the boot so I could see what other secrets if any the contents of locker 151b held, after all I did love the Coffee at the Brixton Cafe and would jump at almost any excuse to get back there and have a nice quick drink. Secret's Revealed: The first thing I did instead of having a shower and getting changed like I really should have is emptied the contents of the Red Handbag, there where two cheapish looking red lip sticks, a can of mase, a packet of 555 cigarette's, a cheap lighter, $10 in cash, and about $20 worth of coins, a news paper article about 'POSH SLUT' magazine, a packet of old chewing gum, a condom. I thought to myself that the Red Handbag was obviously just used as a quick going out kind of bag. Turning my attention to the Black Suitcase instead. I had to pick the lock on the Black Suitcase but it proved well worth it indeed, there was stacks of money in the suitcase, in total at least one million dollar's in cash. As I would later learn when I looked over the 'POSH SLUT' books, Chanel had slowly been siphoning profits from 'POSH SLUT' magazine to accumulate an early retirement fund. Too bad that she had ended up killing Amy for some reason, later being ridden with guilt she too had decided to end it all and take her own life. The last part of the whole mystery to be revealed at least at this stage was to empty the contents of the White Sportsbag. The first item to fall out onto the floor of my apartment was a black address book, followed moments later by a red diary, a whole assortment of clothes that where going to take me some time to pack away and work out if I actually wanted, a passport, a fancy looking stop watch and the last item to fall out of the bag was a photo of a cute looking boy with the name 'Roberto' on the back. I decided that the best thing to do would be to put the photo in a safe place so I went and put that in a drawer where I knew I would now store things that I wanted to keep but might not want to really spend a lot of time checking out, such as a photo of Chanel as a boy. The fancy looking stopwatch, I decided to put on the kitchen table as I planned to take it down to an antique shop later in the day to actually try and work out what it was doing in the sportsbag. When I opened the passport it was of course Chanel's boyish passport so I put that into the drawer where I had put her photo. The next hour was spent sorting out her clothes that had been in the bag, most of them I ended up throwing into a pile that I would donate to charity but there was a small pile that I put into the washing basket getting ready to add them to my ever expanding wardrobe. The red diary I put into my room for some quick bedtime reading before I opened up the black address book and what an address book it was, phone numbers and names of a lot of people who where in the Mafia but also a lot of people who where in a sexual relationship of sorts with Chanel, I decided that I would put the Blackbook into the safest place I could think of my own pretty pink handbag. The last thing to do was to put the clothes I was donating into the sports bag as I then tucked the suitcase full of money safely out of site under my bed and jumped in the shower. Knowing that it was going to be a very busy day, I put on a cute blue g-string with a matching bra, a tight fitting white blouse with a black business type miniskirt, some black stockings, and some average size high heels. Making myself a suitable breakfast I then had a knock at the door, it was Jess. I didn't actually recall giving her my address until she walked into the place, then I recalled giving it to her in the throws of our love making. She instructed me to turn around. I did as she insisted. Jess seemed to be playing with something behind my neck and it took quite a while for me to work out what she was doing, she was working the lock to the choker collar of so she could turn the key, I heard a click, followed by the zip's being unzipped, then the buttons coming off. I was free, but at what cost? I was now after all a girl of sorts. But at least I was a very happy girl, a much more happy girl than I had been as Troy a naughty boy with a crush on all the wrong girls. Jess gave me one of her famous kiss' on the cheek before handing me the choker collar along with the key and remote. I put all three in a very safe and secret spot, I was lucky enough to never of had the collar's true powers tested on me. There was another knock on the door this time it was Detective Sam Presario, coming to check up on me, as he called it. But it was amazing how quickly someone who was coming to check up on me soon had his cock to one side of my blue g-string and was fucking my boy pussy as I layed down on the couch, it was even more amazing that he had taken the liberty to handcuff my hands behind my back for my own safety he ensured me, he even went so far to make me yell out, 'Oh Detective, yes I have been a naughty slut and need your cock in me to teach me a Lesson," each time he thrust into me. I knew from the way our caring Detective Presario seemed to be treating me that this would not be the last I sore of him. He did what most men seemed to do, have his way with me and leave. So I decided to go to heading down to the Viper, I went for one last drive in it, dropping it off at the train station and returned the key to the rental car people before catching a train to my first day of work at 'POSH SLUT' magazine, taking over from Amy was like a dream come true. 'POSH SLUT' magazine basically ran itself and I soon worked out that 90% of the time Amy spent at work was often spent sitting behind her desk playing her favourite game on her state of the art PC, or talking to Kirk for hours on end on the phone. My first official appointment started when Dale entered my office, he was rather down in the dumps from the news of the death of his daughter, but still had enough energy to get hard for me to suck his cock as he sat in my chair and I got under the desk. It was rather strange to hear Dale talk about Amy as I sucked on his cock, but it made no real difference in the end as he shot his precious cum down into my throat and made his excuses and left pretty quickly. But it was only moments after he left that a certain Kane decided to get in touch giving me a call on my cellphone asking if I wanted to meet him for lunch, of course I did. So far it had been an amazing day I had woken up in the bed next to Jess, all ready screwed a detective and just sucked Dale off and now I was going to meet another fabulous guy in my life Kane. Lunch turned into more like sex in the carpark, I met him in his rental car like he had asked and ended up basically lifting up my miniskirt and pulling my g-string to one side as he entered me, fucking me as I screamed, shooting his load into my boy pussy. I made the most of the situation though and got him to take me for a trip down to the local Tatoo parlour after seeing the name Muggs written in the little black book that I had got from Chanel I thought this was the perfect time to check out. Walking into 'Muggs's Tattoo' parlour there was only one person working who as luck would have it was none over than Muggs, a rather biker looking thug, covered from head to toe in Tattoo's. He had been in the Blackbook as one of Chanel's semi-regular hook ups. I informed him that I was her replacement and he took me into the backroom where he was quick to make me suck his dick followed by a quick shafting. In return he went to hand me a hand full of money but instead I requested if it would be possible to obtain some more ink on his body. To this he had to think it over for a while in his head before the reply was, "Yes, but ya gotta' run a quick errand for me after where done." And of course I was more than happy to oblige. I chose to get a black butterfly with purpleish wings just in between my shoulder blades. Again sucking Mugg's off after he had finished, he said anytime I want anymore ink to come and see him and he would be more than happy to oblige for the right price. He then went back into the backroom handing me a brown paper bag to take to Pharamax for a guy called Bazza who would be at the desk when I arrived. Pharamax was easy to find, and Bazza was easy to find but not what I had expected to find, a geeky looking shy male in his mid 20's. He took the package but somehow couldn't keep his mouth shut about what it was. Seemed Pharamax where in the designer drug business, and that Mugg's was getting Pharamax official drugs and mixing them into something a little more user friendly, in otherwords Bazza was making Mugg's some narcotix to sell on the street. I decided to ask Bazza if he had ever heard of a drug called 'X23B Pseudo-gender consentrate'. After several moments of Bazza stroking his head he said that he hadn't quite caught wind of that one yet but did know that Pharamax produced a drug called 'X23B Pseudo-Mile' that was basically taken of the market due to one to many side effect, but the man to talk to about all that was Frank Polland. Bazza was even nice enough to give me Frank's contact information. I thanked the young man for his time and headed off to make a private phone call to Frank Polland. Frank Polland wasn't taking too kindly to being asked about a certain 'X23B Pseudo-Mile' at first until I asked about a certain 'X23B Pseudo- gender consentrate'. It was at this point that his hole manner changed. We arranged a meeting for later on that day in my office at 'POSH SLUT' magazine. After the phone call I headed back to the office to finish off what work there was to be done for the day and get ready for my meeting with Frank. The day ticked by at a rapid pace and I soon found myself face to face with Frank Polland. He was a rather stocky man who looked a lot like Albert Einstein, well actually he looked like Albert Einsteins twin to be exact. The amazing story that he then explained to me was how Pharamax has designed a drug called Quazor22 that basically was a cure for the HIV VIRUS, the only dreadful side effect was after 10 days of using Quazor22 the patient suddenly dropped dead. So they had to re- think how to go about everything otherwise there would be massive lawsuits. A year later X23A Pseudo-Mile was on the market it was a re-worked version of Quazor22 that didn't work as well at curing the HIV virus but did prolong there life and make it better in doing so. The trick now was to make the next batch of X23A Pseudo-Mile a cure like Quazor22 was, but when they tried to mix up a new batch there was a terrible mistake somewhere along and X23B Pseudo-Mile turned into something of a mutant, turning anyone who took it into a genetic monster, the company went to a lot of expense to cover that one up. But a small group of Pharamax workers who where still loyal to the Quazor22 continued it's research, however there was one or two of the boys that got carried away at playing god and there were two vile's of a certain 'X23B Pseudo-gender concentrate' created. Where one vile escaped and ended up as pills in the outside world the other vile was destroyed. Frank did not know how many pills where made, but when I heard my story he said I should be thank full I was alive and looking so well. He said If I had any problems to contact him as soon as I could but not to let my story leak out to the press if possible. With that he said his goodbye and left. The secret of X23B Pseudo-gender concentrate had at least been revealed and it had been a good days work at 'POSH SLUT' I headed for home. Back at home though I still had a massive task to complete after dinner, go through Chanel's room and see what else there was to throw away and what was worth keeping. For the next three hours I attacked the wardrobe, and was pleased when it was finally empty and there was more clothes for me to actually keep than give away. At time's it is ok to be a greedy little bitch. I found her little toy collection in a box at the bottom of the wardrobe, she must have been very cock horny, for I counted at least 25 vibrators of different size's, so I went to the kitchen taking a turn on each one after I had cleaned it. She also had some Thai beads which I cleaned and played with, they where by far my favourite toy of all time. The next discovery was her huge porn collection including some home porn that I added to the small collection of porn that I myself had started to collect all ready. The last thing I found in Chanel's room was a list of three names of people who for whatever reason where not in her own personal Blackbook. I found this odd and decided that I would go to bed and investigate in the morning. Thursday Three: Waking up in the morning I had a shower as I always did first thing in the morning, before putting on a red silk g-string with matching red silk bra, a red crop top of a lycra material with a tight red mini skirt also of a lycra material, see through stockings where next, along with black PVC thigh high boots. Even though I was going into work for a while I was in the mood to be a little slut. Arriving at 'POSH SLUT' magazine as early as possible, I worked my little ass off to have all my work finished before noon. Then decided to go through the three names on the list to work out for starters who these people where? and why they where all on a scrap bit of paper in Chanel's room and not in her little Blackbook. Alex Crawl, was first on the list. When I rung him and started talking bullshit it was quite funny how he seemed to know this game all ready. Asking me if I was a friend of Chanel's, which was just the foot in the door I needed to set up a date. Fifteen minutes later at a seedy hotel down the room. Alex Crawl turned out to be a truck driver with a rather off putting beer belly. But it was only moments later that he had his cock in my mouth almost trying to have sex with my mouth as I sucked on his rather filthy cock. He blew his load, but didn't give me any clues as to why his name was not in her Blackbook, unless he was a new client of some discription? But I didn't have long to entertain that theory as I soon found myself alone in the seedy hotel room. Alex had crawled back to his Kenworth and taking off into the yonder. Time to try and locate the second person on the list, who only had there last name written on the paper a Mr. Walton. Mr. Walton spoke with authority, and straight away informed me that Chanel always met him at his place at 5pm sharp every Thursday. Seeing she couldn't make it, I had taken the liberty to inform him that I was taking her place for the day, noting down his address so I new where to go. The third person was a Don Smith who wasn't answering his phone which proved rather problematic at this point. I went back to 'POSH SLUT' magazine where at least there would be something to do until I had to meet Mr. Walton at five. Upon meeting Mr Walton at his place I discovered he was in fact an x- member of the English secret police. What an x-secret police officer had in common with a truck driver was totally baffling for me. He was still very much authoritive when he spoke to me, leading me into his bedroom where he soon had been handcuffed to the headboard of his bed while he sat in a red chair wanking away as I watched. He seemed to be just enjoying the simple fact of having some company that was under his control while he mastubated. It took maybe thirty minutes until he came, then he uncuffed me and walked me to the door. Simply asking if it would be me or Chanel who came back next week? Knowing that Chanel was out of the picture, I said I would be coming back next week which seemed to please him a lot. This also though pleased me a lot as I was still no closer in trying to work out what the story with these three people actually were. Also I had tried to contact Don Smith all afternoon but simply got no answer, there wasn't even a answering machine service to leave a message. Back at my apartment, oh what an amazing feeling it was to call it 'my Apartment' I decided to call it a day and tuck up early in bed, hoping that Friday would be a more productive day than Thursday had been. Episode Victor: Friday started like it usually did for me these days, shower followed by a light breakfast with a couple of cups of water to get me going. Decisions about what to wear where always quickly over come as I managed to find something to wear, in my ever growing wardrobe. Today being Friday I decided to go pantiless, as I had never tried that, putting on a pink bra so my a-cup titties where nicely supported. A silver lycra crop top covered by a red business jacket with a matching red miniskirt, along with red heels and just to tempt fate a little some black fishnets. I caught a Taxi to the office's of 'POSH SLUT' magazine where I had an early morning unscheduled appointment with Victor, who had somehow managed to find his way into my office. He played the part of the rich man who wanted to buy 'POSH SLUT' trying to use his charm on me the same way he had charmed his way into Amy's knickers. The only major problem was I would let Victor happily into my knickers, I was just not prepared to sell him 'POSH SLUT' magazine as I was enjoying it too much and it was also a superb source of income. After a thirty minute meeting with Victor he left my office in a fury, saying I was nothing more than a slut who couldn't keep my legs shut. But this was not new information to me so I didn't really see what the whole big deal was. Then end of Part IV, but will be continued in next version, sorry win98 won't let me write anymore on notepad :(