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Kandy
By Daisy May
Chapter One
Adrian had been fired, again. His boss had been ragging on
him because he missed another Monday, she didn't take
kindly to his suggestion that she 'blow me' and, instead,
had fired his ass out the door. Another man might have been
upset, and, truthfully, in a couple of weeks when his cash
was gone, Adrian would clean himself up and get another
job; until then, a can or three of Faxe 10 would keep him
occupied and happy if not blissful.
The liquor store that carried this Danish nectar was only a
few blocks away. Adrian's car, broken again, was not that
important when the vital stores were so close, and it was a
nice day. On the way, a local church drop in centre was
holding a rummage sale; with cash in his jeans, Adrian was
always looking for a bargain, he shuffled in.
It was a pathetic sale, tables of clothes, mostly women's,
old romance novels, and footwear nobody would wear, all
smothered in that stuffy smell of old dirty clothes. Adrian
liked electronics, it didn't matter to him if it worked or
not as long as it was different and he didn't already have
one. He soon spotted a likely candidate in the new looking
box of a hand's free telephone that featured in bold
letters on the outside that it trumpeted "CREATIVE ALTERED
VOICE" whatever that meant. A quick inspection showed that
it was seemed complete and wasn't visibly damaged; for 10
dollars, it was a steal. The box under his arm, he
sauntered down the street to the liquor store.
Faxe 10 is a Danish import and, at 10% alcohol by volume, a
potent 500ml of decent lager. Adrian had given up on the
local beers as too weak, too sweet and too much alike; this
was his drink of choice. After two of these beauties, he
was well lit and not in need of any more intoxication. He
had discovered this little treasure when his doctor had
told him to cut back on his beer intake after his waist had
ballooned to 40 inches [more than 90 cm!] He wasn't sure if
this actually helped but it made him feel better and he
could honestly tell the old fart that he was down to 2 or 3
beers a day. Indeed, after one can he was well lubricated
and set to tackle his new telephone to see if it worked.
The headset was, like the rest, black and clean, the
earpiece seemingly brand new, a flexible coiled tube fell
naturally in place only a few centimetres off his mouth. A
thin wire was soon attached to a cigarette pack sized clip
on transmitter. Adrian guessed that this wire also served
as an antenna to signal the main box. The transmitter was
unusual, with a few small switches, difficult for Adrian's
chunky fingers to manipulate, and a small knob with 10
settings and the label 'modulator' in tiny white letters
below it. The 'on' button was easy, a red led lit up and
the earpiece hummed slightly in his ear. So far so good,
this thing even has working batteries. The modulator was
set to 4 so he spoke.
"Testing..."
His voice sounded somewhat normal, perhaps a little softer
and the pitch was odd.
The knob clicked to 6.
"Testing..."
Wow! This wasn't his voice at all. It was soft, high-
pitched and decidedly female.
"Adrian you have such a big cock."
Well, he had always wanted a date to say that, and this
voice was perfect.
The knob clicked to 10.
"Why don't you come up and see me sometime?"
The voice was soft, low and sultry, perfect for Mae West
imitations and for... for what? How could he use this
unique instrument?
The base unit was about the size and shape of a hardcover
book, sealed with no switches or adjustments visible, a
single output led to a standard phone plug. The bottom had
a label with a manufacturer's name and some data. This is
where Adrian had some experience. The manufacture date was
coded, he could break that later, the FCC approval was
important information for later too, right now he wanted to
know power supply, range, and frequencies. None of that
information was here. It appeared the unit was sealed, and
power seemed to be either battery or telephone line
voltage. Yeah, that made sense. He had never heard of
"Sensual Services Senter" but nothing else had made sense
up till now so why should this? At least he had a name to
look up data on their website. One last detail attracted
him. A thin, clear plastic cover held a number: 1-950-555-
3825 and, in tiny letters: "dedicated" dedicated to what?
He plugged it into an unused jack.
So what did he know? This was a special, commercial,
probably, phone; maybe for a telecenter? Certainly for a 1
900 type of service, maybe technical support?
While these thoughts ploughed thro his head, the unit had
been beeping and now it settled down to a steady buzz of a
dial tone. A few very quick tones and it rang!!
"Triple S Services initiation, Brad speaking."
"Hello?"
Shit!! He still had the setting on 10 and his sultry, sexy
voice echoed down the line.
"Hi." Brad was at least not pissed off; yet.
The knob went back to 0 and Adrian's normal voice
continued.
"I just bought this phone, can you tell me how to activate
it and what the charges are?" Adrian was proud of his quick
recovery.
"Certainly, your new phone is a dedicated device, it is now
activated and all charges are deducted from your receipts.
If you earn nothing from the SSS-3000, it costs nothing.
Similarly the accessory pack is no charge and delivered to
you by overnight courier. We must, however have some
information about you to tailor the package."
Sure, thought Adrian, and one of the questions would be his
Visa number. Well, playing along wouldn't cost much. His
visa had maxed out years ago and they seemed reluctant to
honour it without payment.
"Shoot."
Brad had obviously done this before.
Age: 43
Height: 5' 10
Weight: er 200
Hell, 100kg sounded better and was closer to the truth.
Weight: 100kg.
Marital Status: Single
Local family: None
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown
Complexion: white
"Wait a minute, you can't ask that!"
"Sorry, it's necessary for the package; Black or Hispanics
get a different, more suitable range of products."
"Oh."
What followed were a scattering of strange questions,
favourite sport: none, favourite movie, etc. One in
particular stood out as Adrian began to sink into boredom.
Preferred size of breasts in women: well, Adrian had always
liked big-breasted women, naturally enough and he said so.
Cup size? He didn't know cups, he knew handfuls and could
remember only C, D, DD, DDD, E, etc. so he winged it: 38DD,
which should be big enough. He wondered if one of the
accessories would be a big-busted slut. That would be nice,
he mused. He was waiting for the 'coup-de-grace' it never
came.
As abruptly as the questions came, they stopped.
"Thank you, we need only one more piece of information;
your address."
Adrian wasn't ready for that, he gave his correct address
and the line went dead.
"Idiot!!!!!"
Still, he hadn't given them his name; and an address isn't
that much to go on.
He cracked open another beer and sipped it watching some
guy cooking on the TV. He was hungry now, but the clock
said 8 pm and it was too late to make any supper, he had a
bag of chips, another beer and went to bed around 9:30.
Chapter Two
The doorbell went off at 10:20. Groggy, Adrian threw on a
robe stolen from a Motel 8, stumbled to the door and opened
it to a uniformed courier carrying several boxes.
"Miss Kandy Kane?"
"No duh!!"
"Doesn't matter, is this the right address?" he handed over
a label in a plastic holder.
"Yeah."
"Sign here. Have a nice day."
The courier shoved the boxes into Adrian's arms and left.
"Free stuff!!!!!" Adrian wasn't exactly cheap but free
stuff was always welcome.
The first, and largest box contained several smaller
packages, like a Russian doll, the excitement was in the
opening. The first was odd. The package contained makeup,
strange brushes, applicators and assorted chrome
instruments of torture. None of these items meant anything
but might bring a few bucks if he could find a broad
somewhere who used this brand. The next package was equally
useless. A blonde wig, Raquel model P1277, the label
explained it was 'self securing' whatever that was. Next
was flat and contained many pieces of ladies underwear in
colours red, black, and lavender, all seemed awfully small;
certainly not his size he chuckled to himself.
It was clear now that this booty was not going to enrich
him, but he continued.
A flat red box with black lettering was underneath the
brown wrap. Like the others, it was apparently used for
many different products with a little box ticked to
indicate what was inside. Whatever it was, had two
categories, apparently, each had the preface P or SP, this
was ticked P45555 Cullotte. It was a bloody girdle! Size
38DD flesh coloured and quite peculiar. It had a VAGINA!!
With a little fuzz around it. When he picked it up, the
'lips' of this object seemed soft and rubbery and seemed
lubricated with some dry silicone type substance...
Although it wasn't much to look at, it had surprisingly
little weight; the fabric seemed to be like spider silk, he
could easily see his hand through it. The flaccid bust
sockets also had a surprising large nipple on each. This
was weird. Adrian scratched his scalp through his thinning
hair.
Absently, he slid on the wig, backwards at first but
twisting it around settled it. He had little idea why he
did this but, hell, it couldn't hurt. It fit fine. A small
page of instructions fell from the box when the foam head
was removed.
RAQUEL MODEL P1277 OR SP1277 SELFSECURING HAIRPIECE.
PATENTED SYSTEM OF FASTENING, NO FURTHER ACCESSORIES NEEDED
CARE FOR AS IF REGULAR HAIR-BLOW DRY, SET, COLOUR AS NEEDED
WITHOUT FEAR. CAUTION!!! P1277 IS DIFFICULT TO REMOVE ONCE
SECURED [ABOUT 20MINUTES] SP 1277 CAN BE REMOVED BY PRISING
ONE CORNER AT REAR NECK PIECE SLOWLY AWAY FROM SCALP.
He pulled off the wig. It seemed already to be weaving
itself into his thin hair. That would make sense, he
thought, that would be why it would be difficult to remove.
The garment was far too small for his girth but what the
hell. Under his bathrobe, he had only his boxers on, a
luxury men living alone can enjoy. He stepped out of them
and stepped into the girdle pulling it up and over his
ample belly, the straps comfortable on his shoulders the
stretch fabric tight only in the middle of his gut where it
seemed to be much tighter, the bust portion flabby on his
chest. The lower portion seemed to expand to take in his
now swelling cock; starting to poke out of the lubricated
pussy. His balls seemed to be held in pockets on either
side of the lips but his erect cock was now quite proudly
standing in ludicrous proximity to this realistic cunt. His
hands moved to the shaft and began to caress it. It felt
good to slide the skin over the tip and back, back and
forth.
"Seems I'm a crossdresser," he panted, "a secret so well
kept I never even told myself!"
Still, it felt really, really, really good.
Dropping back onto the couch, he continued to work the
shaft until finally exploding with a load he had never felt
before. Usually the foreskin could hold all ejaculate, but
this seeped out before he could reach the bathroom.
Catching the cum in his hand, he quickly moved to the
toilet where he dumped the contents of this swollen
foreskin cleanly into the bowl.
The mess on his hand, he absently licked off before he even
realized what he was doing. It was slippery and actually
tasted good, salty, but good.
The packages were all over his small living room, many
still unopened. He tucked his cock inside the vagina and
went back to bed, falling instantly asleep.
Chapter Three
It was almost noon when he heard the ringing in his ear. He
hadn't remembered putting the earpiece on; the wig either,
come to think of it. Brushing the hair out of his eyes, he
fumbled for the transmitter and pushed the button.
"Hello?"
Judging by the sound, the unit was back on 7 or so. The
beautifully modulated female voice echoed in his ear. He
was too groggy to care.
"Is Kandy there?"
This was too much.
"NO!" He hit the button and lay back on the bed.
Something was wrong. The girdle was gone, the tightness on
his middle was gone, in fact, he could feel nothing, he was
naked on the bed, the nipples on his huge DD's literally
tingled. He rolled on his side, they flopped, tugging his
shoulders.
They were real! So was the flat, relatively tiny stomach
above his now round ass.
In horror he reached between his legs and as easily as
that, his index finger buried itself in her vagina.
She moaned, then screamed. "What the hell is happening?
It's a dream... no it's a fucking nightmare!"
He scrambled from the bed, her new boobs hanging from his
chest. Overall he was smaller, his legs didn't feel right,
his balance was totally gone. She lurched to the mirror and
stared in horror at the thing looking back at him.
His face was the same, unshaven jowls quivering with fear,
but from the neck down, he was female!
He passed out on the rug.
After only a few minutes, he regained consciousness and lay
flat on the rug, shaking but thinking furiously. This had
to be an illusion. With deliberate care, his fingers,
thinner now and seemingly longer, found the slit between
his legs and explored. Waves of pleasure were beaten back
by terror as he felt for his penis; this was one hell of an
illusion!
He got up and stumbled to the bed, sitting on the edge and
getting a sense of place. The room was the same; he was
naked and had the body of a woman, a gorgeous piece of ass
mind you, but a woman. Everything was wrong.
Gradually, he began to breathe somewhat normally and his
panic subsided. In desperation, he headed out to the living
room to see if any of this stuff came with directions.
After all, he reasoned, the wig had those terse
instructions.
"Shit!"
A shiver of fear went through his mind... after 20 minutes
this model 'became hard to remove'. He tugged, he pulled at
the base of the wig near the neck, it wouldn't budge.
Telling himself to worry about the hair later, he began to
examine the boxes, first the ones he had opened -
especially the one with the cullotte. Nothing.
The box containing the cullotte had small print under the
list of possible contents.
Sp - semi-permanent
P - permanent.
That was no help at all. The wig was more than 'difficult
to remove'
IT WAS PERMANENT!!!!
Okay what to do.
The three other boxes remained unopened. He tore at the
wrapping finding only frilly teddies and silky lingerie
inside, all red, black, lavender or white, one was full of
strange sex toys. There had to be a thousand dollars worth
of stuff here, and, it fit! Almost without thought she had
reached for a lavender teddy and slipped it over her head.
After all, it wasn't right for a girl to be wandering
around a man's apartment totally naked.
She giggled.
Her boobs felt much better with the silky lace giving them
some support. She reached into another open box and held up
a matching lavender lace bra; this was nice. The panties,
however, were sensational! Quickly she took a matching lacy
lavender thong and pulled it on, pressing it tight against
her wet pussy and wedging it in the crack of her
spectacular ass.
She was prancing in front of the mirror when he began to
tremble again. What was happening?
A voice inside his head said: "Silly, you're a girl, you've
got a great body all you need to do is fix that ugly face."
As if in a trance, he reached for the box with the makeup.
The label on the box had one box checked:
P1175- CAUCASION MAKEUP AND CONCEALERS
P- that was permanent.
She opened the first jar of concealer. With fingers, foam
pads and brushes, she soon had those nasty jowls under
control and they seemed to fade away under her expert care.
Next the eyes. A grey shadow emphasized those lovely blue
eyes; a judicious plucking thinned and arched the bushy
eyebrows. A little foundation, a little blush, a little
powder and she was almost done. A small part of Adrian
wondered where his stubble had gone but he was too far in
fog to care. A vibrant, far too red lip gloss was next and
she looked in the mirror.
She was drop dead gorgeous. In a short while the makeup
would set and be permanent, lasting for at least a year.
She was proud of herself.
Adrian was not.
A tiny ringing came from the headset lying on the counter
cluttered with makeup.
Chapter Four
"Hello?"
"Kandy?"
"Speaking."
She lay back on the couch.
"It's Brad, how are you doing?"
"Just about done hon," she giggled, "this was easy!"
"Are you ready for work?"
"You bet! I'm so horny I could fuck a doorknob"
"That's good." Brad sounded somewhat relieved. "'Cause the
calls are starting to back up and we ARE short of help. Can
you start now?"
She reached over to the last box, full of strange-shaped
rubber and plastic dildos, vibrators and other toys,
grabbed a large butt plug and ran her long red fingernails
over the rippled surface.
"I sure can!"
"Great! I'll start routing to you right away."
"Thanks Brad, remind me to blow you someday."
"Promises, promises." He hung up.
Kandy blew him a wet kiss anyway.
Within moments the phone rang.
"I'm Kandy, how can I service you?" she giggled, this was
SO much fun.
On the other end, a small, somewhat male, very young voice
said: "I've never called someone like you before, what do I
do?"
Kandy was in heaven, a virgin-maybe. Her pussy was wet, her
nipples erect; she was the perfect phone-sex girl.
"You enjoy, my little stud, you enjoy"
The end.
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