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This story contains some nudity, lesbian overtones, gender issues, mind
control, and mental cruelty. Read at your own risk. I am always
interested in stories that contain identity assumption and borrowed
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It Becomes Her
By Lauren Smith
Saturday Night
The party had been going on for a few hours when I realized that I had
lost sight of Laurie. I excused myself from my conversation, and headed
outside towards the bar. After walking a lap of the patio without any
sign of her, I started to sweat.
I smiled at the guests as I worked through the crowd in the dining
room, hiding my terror. The sound of chill French disco music was
coming from the study, and I headed over there.
As I opened the door, I saw what I was afraid of. Laurie was sitting on
the couch, next to my wife! They were talking and giggling, and they
stopped and looked up at me.
"Well hello, darling," Emily said. "This is Laurie. She's a friend of
Michael's."
Laurie remained sitting and offered me her hand. I clasped it and said
"Nice to meet you." My hand was shaking. I don't think my wife noticed.
"The Boardmans asked where you were, dear," I lied to my wife, trying
to fix the situation. I knew that she'd jump to go kiss some A-list
ass.
"Oh well, I've got to go be social, Laurie. I'll see you tomorrow!" As
she said goodbye to her new friend, she put her hand on Laurie's knee.
Tomorrow? I shot Laurie a dirty look as my wife left the room. When she
was safely heading down the hallway, I discreetly closed and locked the
study door.
"I've got a new best friend," Laurie taunted. "I want to share
everything with her!" she giggled.
I fumed. "No way, that's just not going to happen."
"Well then you've got something to take care of, before I go meet your
other guests. Your wife is very arousing," she said as she grinned from
ear to ear. I cringed.
Laurie stood up from the couch and walked over towards my private bar.
As she poured a glass of scotch, I looked at her from behind. The woman
who was going to ruin me.
She stood in a pair of exquisite calfskin slingbacks, with four-inch
heels. Her legs were wrapped in the sheerest pair of black stockings
that obviously were the extra-long variety. The little black dress was
just long enough to prevent scandal, and perfectly tight on her rear
end. Almost all of her back was exposed by the halter-top of the dress.
She corked the decanter and picked up the glass. "I've poured you a
chaser, dearie," she mocked me.
She turned around in place, pivoting on her toes. She was gorgeous from
the front, too. A perfect beauty as her little skirt swung around.
But once her twirl was done and her skirt fell into place, the horror
of the last two days hit me.
She smiled and looked down at the raging erection that was tenting out
her skirt. "Are you sure you can handle this? I wouldn't mind if you
had your wife take care of it," she giggled.
I walked over in defeat, and kneeled in front of her. I pulled up her
skirt, and pulled down her underwear.
And for the first time in two days, I saw my penis. I reluctantly
licked my lips and gave the first blowjob of my life.
Two days earlier
I met Laurie through Kara. Kara asked me to take Laurie to lunch, and
perhaps offer some leads to help her find a job in the city.
Lunch didn't go as planned. Laurie was incredibly attractive, just an
exquisite little gem. Her great legs, cute smile, and disarming manner
made me wish that this was more than a networking lunch, and it quickly
became much more. We made some small talk and had a few more drinks
than appropriate for a working lunch. The drink caused me to excuse
myself, and when I returned from the restroom she was no longer at the
table.
I looked over to the bar and she had perched herself on a barstool,
with her long nyloned legs together and crossed at the ankles. The
pointed toes of her brown pumps extended the line. She looked like a
glamour pin-up girl, posing for a poster. She shot a smile across the
room and pointed at the two cocktails set up on the bar.
"Race you," she said. It had been over fifteen years since I sat at a
bar downing drinks with an attractive twenty-something woman. And most
of those women were dressed in a unisex college sweatshirt and jeans,
not a fitted miniskirt suit. I finished my drink and asked what I had
just downed. She said it was some sort of imported bitters and
something else, I really don't remember. It didn't taste very good.
Laurie suggested that I invite her to the cocktail party we were
hosting on Saturday. I took out my phone, called our event planner, and
she was on the list. Laurie started to ask me a barrage of questions
about Emily, and I told her everything she needed to know. I felt some
of the questions crossed the line, yet I answered them anyway.
I was zoning out, staring at the glass bottles behind the bar, when I
felt her hand on my thigh. "Follow me," she said, and I wordlessly
stood up and walked behind her, staring at her legs as she strode
across the hotel lobby. She led me to the elevator and into a hotel
room.
"Get undressed and get on the bed," she ordered. I complied and she
slipped off her lace panties, which were over her garter belt. Nice
trick. She crawled on top of me and quickly guided my throbbing
erection into her. Then she put a silver ring with black runes onto my
finger, and smiled as she reached around and started to massage behind
my balls.
I could feel the blood rush into my erection to the point where it was
almost painful. She continued to pump with her hand, making me even
harder. She leaned back and slid her knees further forward, reclining
her straddle on top of me. Her hand then took my left testicle and
pushed it up and inside of her. She did the same with the right, and I
could feel her tighten around them.
As she moved up and down, she seemed to be pulling harder and harder,
and it started to hurt. After a minute of this, she uttered something
in a foreign language and suddenly the pain went away. She climbed off
of me and sat on the end of the bed, catching her breath.
The lack of sensation from my crotch was odd. I reached down to touch
myself, only to find that my both my penis and balls were gone. I
passed out.
When I woke up, Laurie was standing next to me. I reached down and
verified that it wasn't a dream; my manhood was gone, leaving no trace.
I started to ask a question, and Laurie put her finger on my lips and
silenced me.
"I'm sure you have plenty of questions. Most of them don't really
matter, so I'm not going to answer them. I'm pretty sure that you
understand that telling anyone about this won't do you any good, so
don't. If you want your equipment back, you'd better do what I say.
I'll see you Saturday night; don't even think of taking me off the
guest list."
She pulled up her skirt and showed me where my tool had gone. "I knew
you were thinking about getting your dick between my legs, but this
probably wasn't what you had in mind, right?" She grinned and adjusted
it for maximum concealment.
"See you Saturday!" she said as she left me lying in the hotel room.
Saturday Night
After a few minutes, Laurie ran her fingernails through my hair and
pulled my head down, and I knew that I had almost finished her off. She
came with an incredible force and I almost gagged.
"You've got a great technique," she said as she tucked my dick into her
tight underwear. "You might want to think about a career change," she
laughed.
She carefully adjusted her new manhood and smoothed out her skirt,
leaving no outward sign of the package she had taken from me.
I gulped down the scotch to clear the taste from my mouth and
remembered my wife's comment. "What's this about seeing her tomorrow?"
"We've planned a little afternoon rendezvous. She's going to help me
choose an outfit for tomorrow evening's event."
"You weren't invited! It isn't just some cocktail party, you know!" The
annual black and red ball was the most exclusive social event of the
season. Invitations were sent via hand delivery, and the doormen were
trained to keep crashers out. I couldn't pull off a last-minute invite
without a Herculean effort.
"Your wife is going to get me in. It will be fine." She paused, and
grinned at me. "And, if you want me to return my favorite toy," she
glanced downward, "you'll do as I say."
I really didn't have much of a choice. She detailed my part in her
plan. I could tell that she was leaving out most of the big details,
but I wasn't in a position to negotiate. I agreed to play my part, and
she handed me an envelope with what I needed.
Sunday - Emily's story
John surprised me Sunday morning with breakfast in bed. Probably
angling for sex, trying to get me in a good mood. Ugh. The omelet was
delicious, but a bit over-seasoned. He usually made a mean bloody Mary,
but today it had a somewhat off taste, almost medicinal. I finished it
anyway, as the omelet made me incredibly thirsty.
He took the tray away and brought me some more coffee. John handed me
two pills.
"For your hangover," he said.
"I don't have a hangover," I protested.
"Just take them, honey. Better safe than sorry, with the party tonight
and all."
I swallowed them along with some coffee and headed into the shower. The
hot water made me feel really good... better than I have felt in years.
My nipples were standing pert under the hot spray. I sprang out of the
bathroom and wrapped my arms around John. After giving him a kiss, I
stepped back and let the plush robe fall to my feet.
"Not now, honey. That friend of yours is going to be here in a few
minutes." John turned and walked away.
Men can be so fickle. He acts all hurt when I turn down his advances to
the point where I have given in to avoid his moping. Now I want to make
love, and he's the one turning me down! Jerk!
"I'll fuck him in the limo, tonight." I smiled to myself. Did I say
that out loud? God, I'm horny.
Well, might as well hang out by the pool. I went through my drawer and
didn't see a swimsuit that fit my mood. I went into my closet and
there, in the back, I found what I was looking for. The string bikini
still looked new. I bought it in one of the shops near our hotel when
John and I went down to the islands years ago. After buying it, I put
it on and went down to the beach. Modesty overcame me and I changed
into something less revealing within an hour. I had not worn it since.
I stood in front of the mirror and checked out the suit. It looked
great, and I decided to use some bronzer to even out the tan lines from
my usual suits. A little eyeliner and some lipstick, and three coats of
mascara, and I looked great. Something was missing, I thought. Of
course! As I put the tan slides onto my feet, I saw what their three-
inch heels did to my ass in the thong and knew that I was ready to go
tease John.
John was reading the newspaper as I strode into the kitchen. He looked
up at me, and his jaw dropped. As I headed to the patio, he asked me if
I needed a wrap or something. I giggled for the first time in years and
slinked out to a chaise lounge. The warm sun felt good, and I fell
asleep.
I woke up and saw Laurie and John walking across the patio towards me.
Oh my god! I scrambled to put a towel over my nearly naked body.
"You look awesome, Emily," Laurie said. She looked pretty good herself.
Her compliment made me feel comfortable again. She smiled and looked me
up and down when I let the towel fall off my body. I turned onto my
side and did my best to strike a sex kitten pose.
John handed me another bloody Mary, and I gulped down almost half of
it. Laurie sat down next to me and I found myself looking up her skirt
as she crossed her legs. Mmmm. An idea struck me.
"Why don't we go in the pool, Laurie?" I asked.
She bashfully batted her eyes at me and said, "I don't have a
swimsuit."
I offered one of mine and John volunteered to find one for her. "And
I'll bring you another drink," he offered. I gulped down the rest of
the cocktail, handed him my empty glass, and he walked Laurie into the
house.
A few minutes later, I heard the sliding door open and looked over.
Laurie walked over in my favorite gold maillot. It wasn't incredibly
revealing, but looked good on her. My wedge espadrilles made her legs
look incredibly hot, and my yellow sun hat gave her a sophisticated
edge. The gold wrap tied around her waist added some modesty.
"You are the image of upper-class island elegance, dear," I told her.
She smiled. "And you are a little hot piece of yacht candy," she
giggled.
The term conjured up an image of the slutty young girls who, by virtue
of their bodies, adorned the decks of the wealthy during the cruise
season, only to be discarded when the owners headed back to society.
Good. I arched my back and ran my hands up my torso, batting my
eyelashes at her.
"Why don't you take a dip, and I'll watch from under my umbrella," she
suggested. I swam for a few minutes, but it really started to wear me
out. I was annoyed by my body's reminder that I wasn't a twenty-year-
old babe. I got out of the pool and toweled off.
"God, you look sexy," Laurie said. "Here's another drink," and she
offered me another yummy cocktail, which I finished quickly.
"Why don't we go upstairs," she asked. As we walked across the patio, I
stumbled in my heels, but Laurie caught me. "Let's talk about tonight's
outfit," she said as she guided me up the stairs.
This year, I had outdone myself. The severely tailored tuxedo jacket
nipped in at my waist and, when worn with the right bustier, showed off
ample cleavage. The miniskirt was scandalously short, with a satin
stripe down each side and a slit in the back. I had the perfect pair of
Manolo Blahnik pumps, black fabric with a satin bow on the heel.
Instead of wearing sheer stockings, I had a pair of semi-opaque nude
hose that matched my skin tone perfectly - but provided my legs with a
satin look that tied the outfit together.
After I showed her the outfit, undergarments, and shoes, we talked
about makeup and hair. I knew that I was having a hard time staying on
track, because she had to ask me some questions several times.
"Okay, you need a nap, dearest." Laurie pointed out that we'd have to
put my clothes away to clear my bed, so she walked me down the hallway
to the guest bedroom.
"Take this," she said, and handed me two small yellow pills. I
swallowed them and finished off my cocktail. As I started to fall
asleep, Laurie started to ask me questions. I mumbled answers to them
and she asked more. This seemed to go on for hours.
"That's a secret," I said.
"Tell me, dearest." That word... dearest... I felt flattered and
intimate with her when she said it. I answered the question without
hesitation.
I awoke when John came in. He was wearing his evening suit, of fine
black cashmere, and a white shirt.
"Honey?" I asked.
"I knew you wanted more sleep so I got ready. But I need you to get
ready now."
He laid a garment bag on the chair and put down a shoebox he was
carrying. Out of his pocket, he produced the velvet case that held my
pearls.
"John, I'm going to wear my diamonds, they go better with my little
tuxedo outfit." He didn't put them back, but tossed their case on the
bed. My little tuxedo outfit was my pride and joy. I was going to look
great tonight.
"Tuxedo? Do you mean the one I sent to the cleaners?" John asked. I
immediately came crashing back to earth.
"WHAT? WHAT DID YOU DO???" I hissed.
"I'm sorry honey, did I sent the wrong ones?" he asked. I wanted to
scream at him. "Don't worry, I've found something else. You'll still
look great, dearest." He had never called me dearest before. He sat me
down on the bed and gave me a clear drink, which I swallowed in one
gulp. It tasted like hell.
His words were surprisingly reassuring. I somehow knew that he'd take
care of everything. He pulled a white satin sheath from the bag. It was
closely fitted but elegantly simple. I didn't recall seeing it before.
He put it on the bed next to the pearls. He walked over to the dresser,
and took a pile of lingerie off of the top. He handed me a white push-
up corset with built-in garters, and white semi-sheer stockings. I
slipped the corset on and started to roll the stockings up my legs. I
pulled the smooth white thong into place after fastening the garters.
He walked over to where I was seated at the bed, and opened the shoebox
at my feet. He took out the most beautiful pair of white satin pumps.
The slender spike heels and the elegant scalloped shape were designed
to present the leg in the most alluring way possible. The soles were
barely worn - worn exactly once, the night I became John's wife.
I wanted to protest, to say that they shouldn't be worn again. That
they were too special to wear. That maybe we would have a daughter, and
that she'd wear a size thirty-nine-and-a-half, and that she would wear
them on her wedding day.
John held one pump out to me and said, "Dearest." I watched my toe
point and felt my foot slip into the shoe. I closed my eyes and pointed
my other foot. As I felt my foot enter the pump, I realized how
incredibly horny I had become. I stood up and looked at myself in the
mirror, and liked what I saw. I looked fucking incredible.
"Help me tighten my corset," I asked John. He pulled the strings lacing
up my back as I exhaled sharply. I looked incredible. "Use... your...
knee," I commanded.
After several minutes of pulling, John tied the strings in place and
put his hands around my waist. His masculine hands looked out of place
on my tiny little satin waist. As I put the pearl studs in my ears,
John helped me with the pearl choker.
I sat down and worked on my makeup, which was already on the vanity.
Some of it was new, but it seemed to work with the new outfit. I used a
new blonde eyebrow pencil to soften my eyes, and a dewy finish without
powder to seem younger.
I stood up and John helped me into the sheath. As he zipped up the
dress, I noticed that it just fit perfectly, with my corseted waist. I
looked at myself in the mirror and realized that I looked like a slutty
bride.
I turned and pulled him close. Kissing him hard, I pushed the jacket
off of his shoulders. I started to unbutton his shirt - I was going to
do him on the spot. "Dearest, I need to tell you something," he said. I
continued to unbutton his shirt. That term - dearest. It made me hot. I
started to undo his belt. I got down on my knees and pulled down his
zipper.
"You're in for a surprise," he said. I thrust my hand into his fly, and
became disoriented. I moved my hand around, but there was nothing
there.
"I let someone borrow it."
I pulled down his pants and underwear with one motion. John's penis was
gone. There was no evidence of it ever being there, just a Ken-doll
pelvis under his curly hair. I surprised myself and reached between his
legs, excited with the prospect of finding an alternate set of
equipment, but I was disappointed.
At that moment I heard a footstep towards the door. I looked towards
the sound and saw that it came from a pair of black fabric Manolo
Blahnik pumps, with a bow on the heel. Coming out of these pumps, I
followed the incredibly long pair of legs, which seemed to be covered
in satin, to the satin-striped miniskirt and tightly tailored tuxedo
jacket.
Laurie smiled at me, and I realized that she was wearing her makeup
exactly the way I had planned to. I then realized that she was wearing
my diamond earrings, and that her hair was done in a chignon much like
I would have done for that outfit.
"How do I look?" she asked.
I was about to scream when John said "You look marvelous, dearest."
That silenced me. She strode into the room, confident and floating in
the ultra-high heels. She sat down on the bed and with a graceful
motion crossed her legs together and to the side. She did look great.
"We were just missing you," John said. Laurie looked at me, on my
knees, with John's pants around his ankles. Laurie smiled at me and
stood up.
She pulled up her skirt and there, encased in my satin pantyhose, was
John's penis and balls. She rolled down the top of her hose, and I
stared at her cock. It looked incredible, with her neatly trimmed pubic
hair framing its entirely hairless unit.
Laurie smiled as I eyed her penis with a lusty eye. "You look ready for
a wedding, dearest. Would you like to be my bride?"
I nodded; looking forward to consummating the marriage.
She pulled out a ring with strange symbols on it. It seemed to match
the ring on her right hand. I held out my right hand, but she pointed
towards my left. I paused, as I was wearing my ring and wedding band.
"Well, don't leave me at the altar..." she said, pouting. I pulled my
rings off and handed them to her. As she slipped the ring onto my
finger, I felt a jolt of electricity.
"I do." I said.
"Thank you," she said, as she slipped my engagement ring and wedding
band onto her finger.
"Where were we, dearest?" she asked. Back to business, I grabbed her
dick and wrapped my mouth around it. I started to rhythmically bob in
my secret tempo.
"God, you're right she's good," Laurie said to John, who watched
silently. "Go wait in the bedroom." I squeezed her balls tightly and
pushed on her pelvic floor, causing the penis to grow in my mouth. John
closed the door after he left.
"Hang on honey, I'm not going to come in your mouth," Laurie said, as
she pulled my head off of her rock-hard dick. She took my hand; I stood
up, and kissed her hard. She put her hands on my waist and walked me
over to the dresser.
She kissed me and then turned me around. I put my elbows on the dresser
and she pulled my thong to one side. I watched my face in the mirror,
and watched her enter me from behind. She seemed to be somewhat
detached, watching me, as if she wasn't into it. It seemed that she was
chanting something under her breath.
I responded by moving my hips faster and using some of my sexiest
expressions. I'm going to make sure she enjoys this.
From behind, she put her hands on my face. I took her fingers into my
mouth, and looked at my rings on her hand. I don't know why, but
somehow it was incredibly sexy to see Laurie in my outfit. Somewhat
like a voyeur, I could take in the entire ensemble from an external
point of view. She continued to rub her hands on my face and through my
hair, and I continued to grind into her hips. She touched the ring on
her right hand to the one on my left and I felt them connect to each
other like two magnets. I felt a shock and then they broke free of each
other.
Laurie then slowed down considerably and started to run her hands
through her hair. I smiled, proud that I was able to pull her out of
the detached observing state.
I then noticed for the first time that she must have colored and cut
her hair, as it looked very much like mine. As she continued to run her
fingers through it, I watched it change to look exactly like mine.
She then started to move her fingers over her face. As she put her
fingers in her mouth, I watched it rearrange. She pulled on her chin,
moved her cheekbones, and raised her forehead. She very quickly
transformed her features into an identical likeness of mine.
In the mirror, she looked at me and smiled. The exact same smile I had
just given her. She then began to use all of my sexiest expressions -
the ones I had just shown her!
She bent down and whispered in my ear, "You'd better make me come,
bitch. My husband and I have a party to go to. Dearest." It was my
voice! I started to pump like crazy, to the point where my legs were
shaking.
In the mirror, I started to get confused. I saw myself, in my new
tuxedo, wearing my rings, using my husband's penis to fuck a woman in
white, my faux bride. I ran my fingers through her hair, and over her
face. I pulled on her hair as it turned blonde, sculpting it, and
played with her cheekbones. I watched my hands work the woman's face
into shape, and it was done.
I watched my body come and pull out of the blonde. I tucked my
husband's penis into my pantyhose and straightened out my skirt. I took
the ring from the blonde's finger. Looking in the mirror, I smiled. And
then I walked out of my field of view, leaving just the blonde in the
mirror. How odd. I stared into the blonde's eyes, as she stared back at
me. I smiled, and she smiled.
I sat there looking into the mirror for a long time. I was staring at
the mirror for so long that my features seemed foreign to me. My nose,
my chin, my lips. My blonde hair. I looked so cute.
I noticed that I needed to fix my eyeliner, and that I wasn't wearing
enough blush. And my lips, they were smeared and haphazard.
I sat down at the vanity and began to reapply my makeup.
After doing my makeup properly, I checked myself out in the mirror.
Ahh, I did a good job. Much better. As soon as I finished, I heard a
knock at the door.
The woman who entered was wearing a tuxedo with a micro-skirt, and her
long legs confidently led her into the room. She was a truly beautiful
brunette, and even though she had the features of a supermodel, her
confidence seemed to make her even sexier than the sum of her parts.
Emily strode over to the vanity on her satin pumps and placed a small
videotape upon it. She looked at me, and said, "Good, I'm glad you
fixed your makeup."
"I... feel... close to you," I said, unable to fully express the bond I
felt towards this woman. It was almost as if I knew her... better than
I knew myself.
"It's the drugs, hon," Emily said, pointing to the empty cup I had
consumed earlier. "You're disassociated with yourself, don't worry, I
can help." I realized that I was tripping mightily on something...
something that I drank from that cup.
She sat down next to me, and began to talk me down. When she started, I
barely knew my name was Lizzy. In order to help me down from my trip,
she told me about my life, my childhood, and anything that helped me
get familiar bearings. It was starting to work, as I started to feel a
whole lot better.
"You'll probably feel more like yourself when you're not wearing
another woman's shoes," she added. I looked at my feet and saw that I
was wearing a pair of Emily's. They were so exquisite - I wanted to
keep them. But that wouldn't be fair to Emily, who was doing so much to
help me.
She opened a shoebox, revealing a pair of white strappy heels. Emily
kneeled down at my feet and put her hand out, as if to ask. I put my
left foot into her hand and let her pull of the white satin pump. She
nodded at my other foot, and I hesitated.
"Lizzy! You're the only other woman to put her feet my wedding pumps,"
she said, "but I'm not letting you wear them anymore." I began to lift
my right foot, and Emily grabbed it, yanking the shoe off. She put her
pair together, behind her, safely away from me. She smiled at me and
held up the strappy pair.
As I slipped them on, Emily put her shoes back into the box.
"Lizzy, dearest," she said, "John and I are going to a party, and you
can't come. I want you to stay here and relax."
Emily guided me over to the bed and started a video on the television.
After a few minutes of rapid sequences that almost made me dizzy, it
turned out that it was about me! It told me about how John picked me up
on his yacht in Ibiza, and how Emily took pity on me, and let me stay
with them after cruise season. God, she was so cool. I really liked
her. I wonder how long she will let me stay...
To Be Continued...
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