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The Gemini By Cherysse St. Claire "Let me see if I have this straight," Janice snorted angrily. "You had an affair with one of my patients?" She glared at me balefully, which served only to make her more attractive than she already was. Janice Merrill could easily have been a successful model; she was a tall, willowy brunette with striking features and a perfect complexion. In fact, she had done some modeling in college and medical school. She was now a clinical psychologist and director of the Leto Clinic. The clinic was her 'baby' from the start; the only facility in the world that treated all facets of Gender Dysphoria under one roof, from assessment and counseling to sexual reassignment surgery. Janice had become involved in the transgender scene in college. She had developed a special empathy for boys who wanted to be girls and had devoted her practice to treating them. Somewhere along the line she had found time to marry me, although I am not really sure why. We had been happy enough at the beginning, but she was a woman possessed; first with treating her 'girls', then with the idea of the clinic. Once she got it going, she began spending more and more of her time there. When we did see each other, she seemed increasingly preoccupied, distant and aloof. I had my job as a broker to keep me busy, but it was a lonely existence. I had committed a little indiscretion the night before. When I found out about the connection, I felt obligated to tell my wife. It was an honest mistake - as honest as infidelity can be. She was not taking it well. "I didn't know she was one of your patients and it wasn't an 'affair'. I was only with her once - last night. We met. We talked. One thing led to another. I didn't find out she was a patient of yours until afterwards." "Oh, well, that makes it all right, doesn't it? Just a little fling with a pretty girl you met in a bar - you did meet her in a bar, didn't you? That doesn't count against 'love, honor, and cherish', does it? That doesn't compromise my professional ethics, does it?" I hate it when Janice is in her 'dripping with sarcasm' mode because I always get very defensive. "I hardly ever see you anymore, and when I do, your head is still at the clinic with your 'girls'. They seem to be the most important thing in your life, and I had never even met one, let alone talked to you about them. I heard through a friend about a bar uptown where transsexuals go, so I decided to check it out. I didn't go there with the intention of getting laid. I went to find out more about the people you treat every day. I met Jade there..." "Jade! Please, God, no! What was the name of this place?" "Tush Street." "Oh, no. No, no, no, no. No! Tush Street is a hooker bar." Janice slapped her forehead with her palm, paced back and forth frantically, then turned back to me and grabbed me by the lapels. "Richard, this is very important. Did you pay Jade to have sex with you?" "Well...yes." I replied honestly. She flung open her fingers, releasing me from her grasp, then turned, folded her arms across her chest, and walked across the room to the picture window overlooking the well-groomed yard. She gazed out the window silently for several moments, as though collecting her thoughts, then turned back to me and solemnly spoke. "Well, Richard, you had a busy night last night. Not only did you break your marriage vows to me; you may have just undone six months of intensive psychotherapy. I don't talk about my patients to anyone, including you, out of respect for their privacy and confidentiality; you know that. "Since you have already met Jade, I suppose I can tell you a little about her, so you will know exactly how much your little peccadillo may have screwed things up. Jade is my most difficult case. She came to me a couple of years ago and seemed to be an ideal candidate for surgery. She was bright, out-going, and had the right attitude about herself and what she wanted. She already exhibited advanced female secondary sex characteristics; breast and hip development, feminine vocal range and pattern, little or no facial or body hair, and almost no testicular development. She said she had always been like that. She was a beautiful boy, like you, who became even more beautiful as I transformed her into a woman - but then, you already know that, don't you? "Later, after we did her surgery, I found out she was also a very good actress. She had hidden from me a dark side of her life. A chronic sexual abuse by her father, leading to low self-esteem, substance abuse, and transvestism. She was a full-fledged drag queen and had been shooting up female hormones and androgen blockers by age of 14 - which only made her more attractive to her father. "That led to revulsion and abandonment by her mother, who mistakenly thought Jade was to blame for the whole situation and was trying to steal her man away from her. Jade's father eventually abandoned her as well, leaving her alone and on the streets. She now equates being a man's sex toy with being loved. She has a compulsion to be used, and therefore 'loved', which drives her to hook. "The money doesn't really interest her in the usual sense; her real turn-on is being wanted sexually by a man ? any man. The money is the key; if he pays her, he is somehow proving to her that she has worth. The more he pays, the more valuable she feels. She somehow sensed that telling me this would have caused me to postpone, or even cancel her surgery, and she was right - I wouldn't have touched her without extensive therapy. "As it was, we were making real progress. She was really starting to come to terms with herself, and I thought I?d managed to get her to stay off the streets. I have no idea what she was doing in Tush Street last night. Nostalgia? Catharsis? Denouement? A full-fledged relapse? Whatever the cause, she was there. "Then, along comes good old Richard with hard cash and a hard-on. I wondered why Jade missed her appointment this afternoon; now I know. I'll put word out on the streets with the other girls, but she may never come back. Thanks a lot, Richard. You can sleep on the couch tonight." I felt considerably smaller than my 5'7" stature. I really did love my wife, and had not intended to wreck our marriage or ruin her work. I tossed fitfully for several hours, finally drifting off into some semblance of sleep. I awoke with a start sometime later, as several pair of enormously strong arms held me down. I shouted out for help. Then my cries were muffled by a cloth forced over my mouth and nose - a cloth with a sharp, pungent odor. I saw stars - then nothing. I drifted into hazy consciousness, disoriented and alone. I couldn't command my arms or legs to move. I was in a bed, in a room... like a hospital room, with an IV inserted in my right arm. Was it the clinic? That's silly - what would I be doing there? I heard voices outside the open door. I couldn't quite make out the conversation, but thought I heard the word 'Gemini'. Then two women walked into my room. Janice was dressed in a white lab coat, looking every bit the Director of the facility. The other was dressed in green scrubs. "Good morning, Richard. Don't try to move; you are under sedation and have no muscle control anyway. This is Doctor Collins, my Chief of Surgery. Forgive the unorthodox method of getting you here, but I anticipated you might not co-operate fully once you found out why. "The more I thought about what you did, the angrier I got. I really can't forgive you, either for ruining my work with Jade or for cheating on me, so I have arranged for a 'divorce', so to speak. One of the nice things about being the Director here is that the staff are intensely loyal to me. I made a few phone calls, and voila; everyone turned out in the middle of the night to assist me in my plans for you. Since you want so much to know about my work here, you are going to experience it first-hand. You want to be a slut instead of a faithful husband? No problem; I can arrange that, too. Sweet dreams, Sweetheart!" Janice turned a dial on the IV line, and before I could mumble even a feeble protest, a cold, drowsy humor came over me, followed by blackness. What followed was a kaleidoscopic montage of sights, sounds, smells, and scenes. There were operating rooms, bright lights, people in masks, a bustle of activity. There was a hospital room, with nurses going in and out, Doctor Collins and Janice hovering over me, examining me, gadgets whirring, tubes, needles - lots of needles. These images were replaced with other, even more disturbing ones. Beauty parlors. Long blonde hair being curled, shaped, fluffed out. Long, long crimson fingernails. Furry coverings over my eyes. Make-up, a lot of make-up. Fitting rooms. Bras. Panties. Stockings. Something squeezing me. Tighter and tighter so I can barely breathe. I'm walking back and forth, back and forth, again and again. I'm getting taller all the time, like Alice. I'm swaying back and forth, as though I were on a boat rocking side to side. I am not alone; there is a beautiful, busty blonde walking back and forth, too. She is walking towards me; I turn and walk away. I turn back towards her and she turns and walks toward me at the same time. She is so beautiful, so sexy - I am in love with her! I see her everywhere - in the malls, on the streets, in bars, making love to men. Oh, yes - making love to men! I watch her sucking their cocks, impaling her pussy on their long, slick love shafts, and it makes me so hot! I sense she knows I am there, watching her, but does not mind. In fact, she seems to get off on having an audience. Above all, I see the image of Janice, speaking softly, reassuringly, offering words of encouragement. I cannot remember the words, but somehow I now know all about the blonde, everything she does, everything she thinks and everything she feels. I know her intimately, as though we are old friends who have no secrets between each other. Her blatantly sexual nature intrigues me - no, more than that. I feel excitement, desire, longing, in a way I cannot describe. The images faded, and I drifted slowly into consciousness. I was in Janice's office; that much I recognized. But I felt - different, somehow. I was lying on the padded leather couch; Janice was seated in a chair next to me. She gazed down on me with a bemused smile, giving me the once-over from head to toe, and nodding approvingly. "Good afternoon, Richard. I wanted to take this opportunity to speak with you before you leave us. I must say, you turned out to be my finest work yet - even better than Jade. Why don't you go look in the mirror and see for yourself?" It was as if I had just received a commandment from God. I had to go and look at myself. I swung my legs over gracefully and stood, then strutted sensually towards the full-length looking glass, as though I had been doing it all my life. I was stunned to see the gorgeous blonde of my dreams strutting towards me! She was poured into a skin- tight red pucker-knit tank dress. Her impossibly big breasts threatened to spill out over the deeply scooped neckline. Her thin waist was set off by a tightly-cinched, wide black patent leather belt, and segued into full, rounded hips which undulated sensually from side to side. Her long, shapely legs were sheathed in whisper-sheer black stockings, ending in black patent leather pumps with five-inch stiletto heels. Her hair was coifed in the fullest, fluffiest, waviest prime time hairdo I had ever seen, cascading softly around her shoulders and down her back. Her lovely face, with its high, prominent cheekbones and full, plush, kissable lips, was made up in an outrageously overstated way. There was her azure eyes heavy with eye shadows and liner, the blackest, furriest lashes this side of a Las Vegas showgirl's, smouldering rose blush, a deep red lipstick over-coated with shiny gloss. The overwhelming - and unmistakable - effect was that she was a whore on the make. I was stunned to realize that she was me! I slowly raised my hands to my moist, crimson lips and was stunned again to see my fingertips adorned with one-and-one-half-inch, square-cut crimson fingernails. I pivoted expertly on my toes, looked at Janice uncomprehendingly, and started to speak. "Janice, what has happened to me? What have you do...." The import of my words stunned me. My voice! What happened to it? This wasn't my voice; this was soft, high, melodic - a woman's voice! "Come over here, Richard. Stand before me and strike a pose." My body moved on its own, as if it were on auto pilot. I glided gracefully toward her, heel-toe, heel-toe, hips swishing back and forth. I stopped before her, feet together, left knee flexed slightly. My right hand rested softly on my out thrust right hip, and my left hand hung gracefully at my side. I parted my lips slightly and ran my tongue around them. I had no idea how or why I did the things I was doing, and was powerless to stop. "Hot. Very hot. What has happened to you? I should think that was obvious. You may recall that first morning in the clinic, when I promised you would experience my work first-hand? Well, I kept my promise, and you can see the results. You are now a woman, the most beautiful, sexy woman I have ever created. You turned out even better than Jade. Normally, the entire process takes a couple of years; screening, counseling, hormone therapy, cosmetic surgery, right up to the blessed event itself - the sex change. "I really pulled out all the stops for you and we did it all in three months! With breast and hip implants, liposuction, fat injection, and constant corseting, you now measure a fantastic 40-22-36. You're a DD- cup now! We altered your face to make you even more beautiful than you were before. We altered your voice surgically too, so it is as soft, melodic and feminine as the rest of you. Hormone therapy has made you very sensitive in your nipples and new clitoris. You are truly multi- orgasmic now. I know; I have watched you. "Dr. Collins did her best work ever; I defy anyone to tell that your pussy was once a cock. With the hormones and special medication you will be on, you will even have a period once a month, just like every woman! "But I look like a whore! How could you turn your husband into a hooker? What will we tell everyone; our friends, the guys at work?" "I was coming to that! Do you remember the rest of what I said? That I was divorcing you because of your infidelity, and if you wanted to be a slut, I would arrange it? Well, I have done just that. 'Richard' has been gone three months now - disappeared without a trace - so I had my attorney draw up a bill of divorce, charging him with desertion. "Since you weren't - available for comment, shall we say? - It went through as 'uncontested'. The final decree was signed in court this morning. I got the house, the bank accounts, the stock portfolio, the personal property - everything! I just had to bring you out of sedation to tell you the good news. "As it happens, the timing was perfect. I have been fulfilling the other part of my pledge to you, too. Since we created a nice, new body for you, I thought it was appropriate to create a nice, new personality and a whole new lifestyle to go with it; something more suitable to your trampish proclivities. You have been undergoing an intense daily regimen of hypnotherapy for the last three months, during which I crafted the 'new you'. "Your name is now 'Amber', and you look like a whore because you are a whore. You love making yourself up like a slut, wearing only the sexiest, most revealing clothes to flaunt your body, and slipping on the highest spike heels you can find. You also adore the tight, confining feel of being corseted. You told me it makes you look and feel 'extra-special sexy'. It also relieves the stress on your back, caused by those big tits and outrageously high heels. "You are beautiful, sexy, not too bright - kind of a bimbo, really - and you love to fuck! In fact, you cannot get enough - the more you have, the more you want. The sight of a good-looking stud makes you ooze, and you practically rape any guy who comes on to you. "You have been in 'training' for the past month on some of the male members of my staff. Once I introduced you to them and informed them that you were 'available', I had no trouble finding volunteers. I must say, you have become very, very good at your work. The boys have all given you rave reviews. Perhaps you remember some of them; you humped them shamelessly in some of the most public places imaginable. "I loved turning you into a brazen slut, then watching you fuck them with total abandon. You are now exactly the kind of woman you were dying to get your dick into before. After you leave here this afternoon, you will go uptown to get acquainted with your new 'home'. You don't have a place to stay yet, but I'm sure a girl who looks as good as you won't have any trouble getting an offer. "After you get 'settled in', you can go back to the storage locker I rented for you - you'll find the address and key in your purse - and pick up the rest of your new wardrobe. I had a ball shopping for you. I picked out the sleaziest dresses, tops, skirts, and spike heels I could find - the kind of clothes I have always fantisized about wearing but wouldn't be caught dead in. You, on the other hand, wouldn't dream of wearing anything else. "After all, you are a 'working girl' now and Tush Street is your new 'office'! Which reminds me; I even obtained control of your seat on the Exchange through my Power of Attorney - which you thoughtfully gave me while you were under hypnosis - and I am renting it out. That will be a nice additional source of income for me, and you won't be needing it anymore, anyway. "Even if you went back there, you wouldn't remember any of it, no one would believe you were 'Richard', and 'Amber' wouldn't have a clue how it all works. She could only make money there by humping every man in sight - and probably would! "So you see, Richard, you really have no choice. You saw yourself in the mirror. 'Richard' doesn't exist anymore; you are 'Amber' now. You can't go back; you can only go forward. To be honest, I like you much better this way." "But I don't feel like Amber. I'm still me. Richard." "Not for long, Sweetheart. I have conditioned you with a couple of post-hypnotic suggestions - command phrases, really. When I speak one of them, 'Richard' goes away, and 'Amber' takes over. She has no memories of 'Richard' or the life he led. She remembers only her own life - her unhappy childhood as a boy, the joy of becoming a woman, and her career as a hooker. She loves her work; it is all she knows, and all she wants. "When I speak the other command phrase, 'Amber' goes sleepy-bye and 'Richard' comes back, with full memory of everything 'Amber' has done. Amber is one of my 'girls' and is thrilled that she has someone to talk to 'girl to girl', who understands her in a non-judgmental way. Amber and I have become quite good friends, actually. "I envy her in a way. She is doing things, experiencing things that I can only dream of doing. She has an appointment with me every week for counseling, hormones, her special medication - and to fill me in on all the juicy details of her life during the previous seven days. I may bring 'Richard' out from time to time to see how you are enjoying your new 'lifestyle'. Well, so much for the background. Are you ready to begin your new life - Sugar?" "Wait! What about..." "Check your makeup, Amber." "What? Oh, sorry, Janice. I must have spaced out for a second. I swear, I am such an airhead sometimes. Am I late?" "No, you are right on time. Make yourself comfortable on the couch and tell me all about your plans for your new life. I'm so excited for you!" I parked my bod on her comfy couch, just like every day for the past couple of months. It's kind of a shame we will only be seeing each other once a week from now on. She is such a sweetheart. In fact, she might be more than that. Let's find out. I'll just rest my hand on her arm, like I'm using her for balance, then I'll swing my legs up and over ever-so-slowly and scrape the stockings together just a little bit, the way that drives all the boys wild. Now I'll just scrape her arm really gently with my fingernails as I remove my hand. Why Janice - is that a little perspiration forming on your upper lip? Is your breathing coming just a little bit shallow? Could it possibly be you like to swing both ways, but won't admit it to yourself? That's OK with me I like girls, too. I would love to get it on with you sometime; you are such a stone fox! There's nothing like a warm Spring evening to bring all the little studs out to cruise the streets. It's like they're coming out of hibernation, ya know? And like a big ol' bear, they're real hungry! That's OK, Stud; I've got whatcha want. That guy in the blue Chevy must think so too; he's been going around the block for ten minutes, eyeing me every time he goes by. Maybe I'll just step off the curb here and see what's on his mind. "Hi, handsome. I'm Amber. Wanna date?" "Jeez, Babe, those tits of yours look great! Are they real? "Gimme your hands. There, how's that? Now, what do ya think? Do they feel real?" "Gulp. They sure do baby. Does the rest of you feel that good?" "Why not take me for a little ride and decide for yourself?" He opened the door for me and I climbed inside. As he drove, I snuggled up close to him. I felt up his bone while I stuck my tongue in his ear. "Ya know if you had fifty bucks, I could take real good care of your `friend' here," I said. "No shit! I just happen to have two twenties and a ten right here in my jacket pocket. See?" "Oooo - so you do! Here, let me just stick this in my purse - there, that's better. Now, let's you and me have some fun!" I gave him a "wait till you see what I got for you!" smile as I eased down his zipper and undid his button. I gently lifted his dong out and started stroking it. "Hey, babe, you really are a stud! Does this `lollypop' taste as good it looks? Let's see!" I went down on him while he drove, swallowing his cock all the way down to his balls. I gently raked his thighs and ball sack with my nails. The poor thing just about jumped out of his skin! It's always such a kick to do a trick while he's driving; it's all he can do to keep his eyes open, much less on the road, and he has to fight the urge to grab my head and pull me down on his rod. "No, no, mustn't touch; you have to keep your hands on the wheel!" The poor boy lasted about five minutes, then shot his load into my mouth. I cleaned him up with my tongue, then carefully tucked him back in, zippered and buttoned him up, then snuggled up next to him again and fixed my lipstick and make-up in my compact mirror. They like that. I had him drop me off at Clark and Diversey. I kissed him on the cheek and told him to "cum back anytime!", then got out and walked down the block, swinging my hips for him to see. I've made cute money, and I got a ride to Tush Street; not bad for five minutes work. You got to know the rules about places like Tush Street. I do as I've worked places like this for as long as I've been hooking. How long has it been now? Gosh, I just don't remember. It seems like forever. You are such a Bimbo, Amber! The guy at the door knows the score; you flash him a big smile, wink, put your arm around him and tell him you missed him so much, even if you've never seen him before in your life. He'll cop a free feel, then tell you to have a good time and drop by later. Bye-bye cover charge. You saunter down the aisle nice and slow, so everyone can check out the goods; then you pour yourself onto a bar stool, make a big thing about crossing your legs, let your hem hike up a couple of inches, order a drink, and wait for the fish to bite. There are always a couple of real good `fishing spots' in any bar. It might be by the pool table. It might be at the end of the bar, facing the door, like I'm gonna do tonight. One of the best places is under the TV. Think about it. The guys are watching the `Big Game'. Their eyes wander down from the screen. Gotcha! You thought Monday nights have to be slow for us `working girls'? You haven't got a clue! Yup, the place is just like I pictured it. Just a little `neighborhood joint' with a bar, juke box, and pool table in the front room and another bar and dance floor in the back. The place is a little on the sleazy side, just like I like. You won't find any `Yuppies' here, unless they're cruisin' for a piece. But there is someone else here who knows the `rules'. She's sitting right where I was going to. What a dynamite-looking fox! I always had a thing for Redheads, and her eyes are as green as emeralds. She's got a bod that just won't quit, poured into a long-sleeved black satin spandex minidress and black patent pumps. She makes me ooze! I can always spot another `working girl', and I wouldn't mind having this one as a friend - a real close friend. "Hey Girl! How's business tonight?", I said with a wink. She beamed a smile my way and winked back. "Just great. In fact, it's been booming!" We had a laugh over that one. It's just a little `inside joke' between us girls. "My name's Amber. Mind if I hang with you for a while?" "Sure, no prob. I'm Jade. New in town?" "Oh, kinda. I worked some places over on the West Side for a while to pay for the Clinic. My landlord threw me out 'cause I wouldn't give him a freebie. Most of my stuff is in storage. I thought I might check out the action up here." Jade kinda stiffened up when I mentioned the clinic. "Did Janice send you to find me?" "You know Janice too? Isn't she a sweetheart? She made me everything I am today," I replied slyly, showing off my body. "No, really, Sugar; I came on my own. Janice would probably kill me if she knew I was dating again." "Who're you telling? She's been on my case for months to get me to quit. I finally stopped going to see her. She's such a prude, and I don't need the grief." "Oh, you shouldn't quit! Janice is such a super person, and she really has done a lot for me. You can always tell her you got a job as a secretary or something. I'll cover for you. In fact, we can cover for each other. Besides," I said with another wink, "I have a hunch she's not as much of a `prude' as you think." "Thanks, babe. Maybe I'll take you up on that. Need a place to stay tonight?" "That'd be super! Are you sure it's no bother?" "Are you kidding? Us girls have to stick together!" We had another good laugh, and spent the rest of the evening together. Well, sorta. We kinda got busy and had to make a few `house calls' out to the parking lot - know what I mean? I guess the word was already getting around about the two stone vixens at the end of the bar. We had a few laughs over it, and got to be good friends. I was really getting hot for her, and she looked like she felt the same for me. Jade took me back to her place. It wasn't much, but it was a roof over my head. Jade said I was welcome to stay until I found a place, and that she would help me pick up my stuff from storage in the morning. I kissed her lightly on the cheek, thanked her, then started to turn to go over to the couch. Jade put her hand gently on my arm. "No. Stay here with me tonight, Amber," she said softly. How could I resist an offer like that? I was so randy for her all night, I couldn't think straight. I put my arms around her neck, pressed my bod against hers and kissed her, gently at first, then like a five-alarm fire. We couldn't get out of our dresses fast enough. We lay together in our garterbelts, stockings and heels, fucking ourselves into oblivion with Jade's double-dildo. Afterward, we cuddled tenderly all night. The next few days were like a dream. Jade helped me move in and get settled. I had clothes that even I didn't remember. Jade gave a little cry of joy when she discovered my corsets. She insisted I just had to wear one for her right away! I think she enjoyed yanking those laces tight, crushing my waist down to nineteen inches. I told her turnabout was fair play, and I took my turn corseting her for me. We spent all of our time together in corsets, stockings, and five-inch spikes, and dressed each other for ourselves as much as for the boys. We dated together, sometimes on the streets, sometimes the clubs. Every time I turned a trick, I found myself thinking about humping Jade. Today is clinic day! I have so much to tell Janice - oops! Well, maybe not everything. I tried to get Jade to come with me, but she is still too nervous about confronting Janice. There's something going on between them that Jade won't talk about. I spent some bucks and got a new outfit to wear. I'm starting with a black satin corset, black lace bikini, and black stockings. I slipped a silky black camisole over my head and let its lacy top settle over my naked breasts. I had the dark grey, wool suit tailored to fit my body really tight. The skirt goes just past the knee and limits me to about twelve-inch steps. The jacket is V'ed to show off my camisole and my jiggling boobs underneath, nipped in to accent my nineteen-inch waist, then flares into a snug-fitting peplum. I stepped into a pair of five-inch black patent spikes and was ready to go. I looked business-like, but `on the make' - kinda like a smart, efficient secretary who was doing a little hanky-panky with the boss! Jade's eyes kinda glazed over, and I could tell I had to get outta there real quick, before she ripped my clothes off me again. I didn't realize so many of my tricks worked here at the clinic! True, I hadn't seen any of them since I moved uptown, but it's kinda scary walking down the hall and having all the guys say "Hi, Amber" and remember when I did them in my old place, or a car, or even a dark alley. What if they told Janice? I had to wait a while in the outer office, along with a couple of Janice's other `girls'. I could tell they were green with envy of me. Sorry, girls, we can't all be beautiful. If we were, I'd be out of work! Janice hugged me and kissed me on the cheek, like I was her long, lost sister, and ushered me into her office. "Amber! You look stunning. Is that a new suit? It looks great on you! I just knew you wouldn't have any trouble finding a job. You look like quite the career woman. Come, sit down and get comfortable. We have so much to talk about!" I sat down on the couch, swung my legs up, then looked up expectantly into Janice's eyes. She smiled down impishly at me. "ARE YOU HAVING FUN, RICHARD?" "Janice! Oh, my God! I've been fucking men all week, and loving it! I'm going to strangle the life out of yo - I cant move! What have you done to me, you bitch?" Janice chuckled and patted my cheek lovingly. "Poor Baby. I thought you might have a nasty reaction when I brought you out again, so I took the precaution of implanting the command that `Richard' is paralyzed. You are also extremely receptive to my suggestions. I said I was going to talk to you from time to time, remember? You will just lie there, and I will do whatever I feel like doing to you; then `Amber' will come back, perfectly normal, and won't remember a thing. So, how is your `roomie', Jade?" "How did you know I was living with Jade?" Janice winked at me. "Oh, I have my ways. The two of you were such randy little sluts before I changed you, I think it is just precious that my two gems, Amber and Jade, are shacking up together again. You have become quite the little whore, haven't you?" "You ought to know - you made me this way!" She beamed down at me with glowing eyes. "Yes, I certainly did, didn't I? And I must confess, I really like the results. Every time I see you, I get - ideas. Oh, did I tell you? I've taken a new lover. He's a football player, and a real stud. He's much more a man than you ever were - or ever will be again! " The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I was a girl now. Whether I liked it or not, my life was changed - forever. I couldn't even lift a finger in protest! Tears welled up in my eyes. "There, there now; don't cry, baby. It's all for the best. You really are happier now. Your life is so much simpler. All you have to do is fuck for a living. And you love to fuck. You can't get enough. Now, sleep tight, and we'll talk again sometime. CHECK YOUR MAKE-UP, AMBER!" "Wha - Gee, I'm sorry, Janice! I must have dozed off. I guess I'm not getting my `beauty sleep'. Did I miss anything important?" "No, not at all. In fact, I was just commenting how good you looked today." I used that opening to see if my hunch about Janice was right, I arched my back a bit and took a deep breath, causing my tits to swell up like twin balloons. I parted my lips slightly and rimmed them ever-so- slightly with my tongue, keeping my eyes fixed on hers. "You really think so? I dressed just for you. I wanted you to be proud of me." She leaned forward in her chair. I gently took her right hand, guided it into my jacket, and used it to fondle my braless boobs through the silk camisole. The sensation was incredible. Janice stiffened slightly, just for a moment, then softened like melting butter. Then she kissed me softly on the lips. "Yes, Honey, I'm very proud. And more. A lot more." I sighed expressively and pulled her down on top of me. "I was hoping you would say that." Why am I always so damn horny after I leave Janice's office? Making it with her just seemed to make it worse, not better. I scored a quick fuck with Mason, the orderly and one of my former johns in the linen closet. He only had twenty-five dollars to offer me, but I would have taken him on if it had only been twenty-five cents; he is hung like a horse, and I needed it bad! Then I gave Jade a real workout with the double-ended dildo when I got home. She had no complaints about my randiness; she used every trick in the book to make me hotter! We launched each other into lunar orbit before we were through. Jade and I had become real close, and our love games were paying off big-time. We were well known on the street; know what I mean? Johns were asking for us by name. We were even getting jobs at private parties; people love to watch two sexy sluts get it on! We now cleared enough to move out of the dump we had been living in and into a much nicer place. We never gave a thought to getting separate apartments; we wanted to stay together, period. One night, while I held her in my arms, Jade told me about all the rotten things that had happened to her as a kid; stuff she had never even told Janice. Her mom had gotten a kick out of dressing up her delicate young son as a girl. I guess she always wanted a daughter, or something. Anyway, one day when Jade was sixteen, she got her all dolled up and introduced her `daughter Jade' to her husband. He went ballistic! He screamed that the only things girls were good for were sucking and fucking, and if that's what his kid wanted, it was fine with him! With that, he pulled out his cock, stuck it in Jade's mouth, and made her suck him off. After that, he made Jade eat her mother's pussy while he fucked Jade's virgin ass. Afterwards, her dad told her mom that it was all right with him if she turned Jade into a girl, but the "little cunt" would have to earn her keep. To Jade's horror, her mother agreed! From that time on, Jade lived full-time as their `daughter' and turned tricks which they set up for her. She hadn't been `abandoned', like she told Janice; she ran away. She made her way here - broke, scared, and alone - and made a living the only way she knew how. She found out about Janice and the Clinic through the other `girls' she met on the streets. She was able to hide most of her past and paid her way through the program with trick money. She knew Janice would never condone her lifestyle and would bounce her out of the program if she found out Jade was dating, so she kept her mouth shut. She really did try to `go straight', but she couldn't get a job and the money was running out. One night she had gone back to Tush Street and met a guy who seemed nice and had money. She was desperate, so she hustled him. She felt so guilty about it later that she just couldn't face Janice again; that's when she dropped out of counseling. I asked her why she hadn't just gone back to living as a boy when she first left home; why had she gone `all the way'? She just shrugged her shoulders a little and told me she didn't really know how to be a boy anymore. She had just gone from one trick to the next, hoping to find something, anything she could believe in. Then she gave me a little squeeze and told me she finally had - me. I was close to tears. I told her that what her folks had done to her was really sick, and promised I would never, ever let anyone abuse her like that again. Then I hugged her tightly and rocked her to sleep. We got a gig at a private swing party in a lakeshore high rise. Hal, the guy giving the party, told me a friend had given him our names. He wanted us to do a "scene" to get his guests in the right mood. "Sure, no problem. We'll get 'em hot enough to melt their shorts." The party was a bunch of doctors, lawyers, stockbrokers, and corporate- types who were into kink, but wouldn't dream of getting "down 'n dirty" on the street. That's OK with us; doing a show for 'tourists' is fun and easy money. Getting them hot, horny, and willing in a place they feel safe always leads to some action on the side - for which we can charge big bucks to guys like these. Jade tugged on my arm and nodded towards the windows. "Janice is here." Sure enough, there she was - on the arm of some stud I recognized as the quarterback of the local football team. But this Janice was an entirely different person. She wore a tight-fitting red silk blouse, open at the neck to show a lot of boob, and an equally tight-fitting black spandex miniskirt. She was braless and, from the way her stud was fondling her between her legs, pantiless too. She was all over him like a cheap suit, cupping her boobs with her hands for his admiring glances, rubbing her cunt up against his crotch, and blatantly sticking her tongue in his ear. I couldn't imagine prim, proper Dr. Janice Merrill putting on a display like this in public, even here. I mentioned that to Hal, and he smirked. "She wouldn't be caught dead looking like that - if she had a choice. She doesn't. I know her both personally and professionally; we are both Psychiatrists. She's always had a reputation as a `cold fish'. Lance, her boyfriend, asked me to help him play a little trick on her. The three of us had dinner here earlier this evening. I slipped a little a powerful hypnotic drug into Janice's wine. We put her on the couch and I put her under. It turns out she has always had the desire to act sluttish, but repressed it because it didn't fit her image. I `loosened her up' quite a bit for the occasion. A bit unethical, perhaps, but no real harm done." "Wow, you mean she's in a trance or something?" "Not really. I brought her out for the party, with a strong post- hypnotic suggestion that she wants to flaunt herself freely with Lance and everyone else for the rest of the evening. She will wake up tomorrow her usual self. She may not believe she could have done such a thing, but she will remember it, and enjoy it. We always say hypnosis can't make someone do something they don't want to do. From the looks of things, Janice has been denying herself a lot of guilty pleasures." "Wow, that's neat! I always thought Janice was too stiff." "Well, now we can let some of the `starch' out of her from time to time. I planted a trigger phrase that will activate the post-hypnotic suggestion later." "Wait a minute. You mean you can make her like this anytime, just by saying a few words?" "It requires some follow-up conditioning, but essentially, yes." "Cool!" I nuzzled up to Hal suggestively, casually grabbing his cock through his pants in a way no one else could see. "Doctor, I wonder if you would mind stepping into my `office' for a moment. We have a little `business' to discuss." I backed him into the bedroom and shut the door behind us. I came out twenty minutes later, grinning like I had just swallowed a canary. I had a good lay, he wasn't bad, for a doctor, an `understanding' about a future exchange of `services', and something much more valuable! We did our "scene", and the audience was so turned-on by it that several of them paired off and fucked right there in front of everyone. Jade and I spent the next couple of hours taking on all 'cummers' wherever they wanted it; bedroom, bathroom, on top of the pool table, standing against a wall, anywhere. "My goodness, you two really do fuck like bunnies, don't you?" "Janice! What a nice surprise! Whatever happened to your boyfriend?" "The asshole is passed out in the bedroom - just when I needed him most!" she replied. She gazed longingly at Jade and me; I could tell she wanted it in the worst way. "I've always wanted to see the two of you in action together. When my friend Hal told me he wanted a sex show to spice up his party, I told him to look you up. I must say, your - enthusiasm - for your work is a real turn-on." I smiled wickedly. "Enthusiasm? You haven't got a clue. Honey I'll show you `enthusiasm'!" With that, I grabbed her silk blouse with both fists and ripped it from her shapely body. Jade followed my lead, tearing away Janice's slim- fitting skirt. Together, we overpowered Janice, forcing her backwards and down on the couch. I sat on her abdomen, alternately kissing her plush lips and sucking her breasts, while Jade ate her pussy and clit. Janice's protests soon became screams of ecstasy as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her. She became a woman possessed, fondling, licking, sucking each of us to orgasms of our own. The effect of our impromptu "scene" was easy to predict; soon the couch was a mass of writhing bodies, with Janice, Jade, and me taking on any cock, any pussy that came our way. With a few whispered suggestions to our host, I made sure that Janice was made to service every man there, sometimes two or three at a time, while everyone voiced their approval of her wicked performance. We didn't let it end there. I found out that her `session' with Hal had left her submissive and very receptive to our suggestions as well. After the party ended, we dressed her in a spare outfit I had in my tote bag ? a silver spandex, off-the-shoulder top and a black leather mini. We made her up whorishly, slipped her feet into a pair of five inch spike heels, and took her out with us to work the streets. She did it, too; here was this proper, professional lady wantonly fucking complete strangers in the back seats of their cars - for money - and loving it. What a sight! Dawn was breaking when we "released" Janice to go home. She thanked us for an "incredible evening", and made us promise that we would both come to see her at her office at 2:00 that afternoon. Jade and I made our way home and to bed, and fell immediately into a deep, dreamless sleep. We slept until noon, then got dressed and went to Janice's office to keep our appointment. Janice took Jade into her office first and kept her there for an hour. Finally she opened the door and ushered me in. Jade was sitting in the chair in front of Janice's desk, knocked out from hypnosis. "Come, sit down on the couch and get comfortable, Amber," Janice said soothingly. I did, and gazed expectantly into her eyes. "ARE YOU HAVING FUN, RICHARD?" "I ought to be furious with you, but that wouldn't do any good, would it? After all, I can't move a muscle in my current condition. The fact is, yes, I am having fun. I am enjoying my life more than I ever have before." "I am so glad, Richard, because you have also done a wonderful job for me. I told you at the beginning of all this that I was worried about what your crass behavior had done to Jade. I knew that she would not come back here on her own, and that she would not trust anyone she knew from the clinic. I had to find someone else to bring her in, someone like herself who could get close to her and earn her trust. I needed a `Gemini', a twin of Jade, with whom she could identify. "It seemed only fitting that since you were the cause of all this trouble, you should also be the solution, so I transformed you into a lascivious little slut, trained you in all the `proper' techniques, and instructed you through hypnosis to find Jade, get close to her, and convince her to come back here. "She and I have just had a long `chat', and it seems you have done even better than that. She loves you, or rather, she loves Amber. She brought me `up to speed' on what really happened with her parents. She told me that you have given her the trust and caring that she never had before. She feels good about herself, and says you are the reason why. I suggested that she didn't need to hook anymore, and she said that you made her feel `sexy', and that this was something intimate the two of you shared. I wouldn't have understood that until last night, but now I think I do." "Does that mean I can come home now, and be Richard again?" I asked. Janice looked down at me with that same longing gaze as the night before. "No, I don't think so. Jade still needs you very much, and Lance satisfies me much more than you - Richard - ever did. To be honest, I love you this way; you are a super turn-on as a whore. No, Richard, you already are home - as Amber. But I'll tell you what - I'm going to give you and Jade a little `wedding present'; I am going to assign to you the income from the rental of your seat on the Exchange. You and Jade will be able to live quite comfortably on that, even if the two of you decide to go on hooking. Actually, I hope you do; I had a wonderful time with you last night! Perhaps we can do it again sometime - soon, I hope." "Oh, I think I can arrange that." "I'll bet you can. This will be the last time we speak, Richard. I want to sincerely thank you for all your help. Thanks to you, Jade is a whole person for the first time in her life. I, too, have learned things about my sexuality that I never dreamed of. And we both owe it all to you. I would like you to remember that - but of course you won't, will you? Oh, well. Good-bye, sweetheart." "No, wait - Jan..." "CHECK YOUR MAKEUP, AMBER." "Oh, wow, Janice. I must have fallen asleep again! I don't know what it is about our sessions that relaxes me so." "Think nothing of it. I just took the time to clean up some loose ends with one of my cases." "Gee, Jade is still out. Is she all right?" "She's fine. I'll wake her up a little later. I have a surprise for the two of you. In the meantime..." "DON'T YOU JUST LOVE TO FUCK, JANICE?" I asked. She put down her notepad, took off her glasses, removed her hair combs, and shook her head, allowing her rich, chestnut hair to swing freely. She gazed down at me with naked lust in her eyes as she unbuttoned her blouse. Her breath was rapid and shallow. "...isn't it time we got re-acquainted, Amber?" I sighed and pulled her down on me. "I thought you would never ask," I replied breathlessly, crushing her lips with mine. Giggle. It worked. "Thanks, Hal." Where should I begin? Jade and I bought a condo in Hal's building. We started one of those 900 phone services, and the money is rolling in. We are fixtures at Hal's frequent swing parties - as is Janice. She is coming along nicely in her `therapy', thanks to Hal. It's worth all the freebies I give him; Janice has become so much more - expressive. I personally watched her do the entire football team. Well, maybe I helped out a little; those studs are REALLY built! Jade and I are happy. Lance is happy. Even Janice is happy. You don't believe me? Ask her yourself - she's down at the end of the bar, hustling that trick sitting next to her.