The Penny - Part 1 free porn video

After reading many of the stories on Fictionmania, I thought I would post some of the stories, I've been working on. This story is part of a much longer story I've been writing and editing for over 3 years. This story was written as one, but in the interest of 'keeping it simple stupid', I am breaking it up into several chapters. I welcome any constructive criticism to help improve my writing and this story. Any questions or comments can be emailed to: [email protected]. The Penny Part 1 A penny. That's what started my story. I never would have imagined what a difference a simple penny could have in my life. But, as the saying states, "find a penny pick it up, all day long you'll have good luck." Just over two years ago, I found a penny whilst at work. I work for our local government as an electronics technician. To most people my job is rather mundane, but I enjoy what I do. I was working away from the shop when I saw it. Now most people wouldn't stop to pick up a penny, but I make a habit of it. Not because I'm superstitious, but because it says, "In God we trust." And I trust in the Lord! I picked up the smallest coin of U.S. currency and continued about my work. As I was getting my keys out of my pocket and getting into my truck, the penny fell out. Stopping to pick it up again I noticed the penny had been damaged on the tails side. Looking at the damage, I saw what looked like an "800" telephone number. Weird, I thought but paper money has frequently been used as a notepad so why not a coin. However, this was actually engraved into it. I got back into my truck and headed home. After my youngest daughter greeted me, I showed the penny to Lisa my wife of seventeen plus years. She commented that it was probably just a cheap ploy to call someplace about selling a time-share condo or something. Agreeing with her, I put the penny in my old 105mm-mortar shell casing that was nearly overflowing. I'd been filling that shell casing ever since my grandfather gave it to me on my 18th birthday. Every time I put another penny inside I tell myself that I am going to have to empty it soon. Saturday is my favorite day of the week because I get to sleep late! I usually wake up around 9:15am which is just enough time to do my normal bathroom call, make a bowl of cereal, grab the remote from one of my kids, and tune the TV to my favorite 'The New Yankee Workshop'. For years, this has been my routine, and the kids don't even fuss about it anymore. After I put my things away, I head back into my bedroom and get into my yard clothes. The weather was getting warmer, but still required jeans. I pulled on my T-shirt and was looked over at the "penny" bank. I picked up the penny again and examined it. The engraving was easy to read and looked to be rather fresh. Putting the penny in my pocket, I headed about my daily business of yard work. I love to work in my yard. Today was even better because it was the first mowing of the year. Mowing signals the beginning of the summer season. Trees budding, flowers sprouting, green grass, and dirt on my hands from creating something new in my yard! My other vice in the warm seasons is motorcycling. My wife and I own a 1987 ZL1000 and to me, it's the best bike that was ever made. Plenty of power, a comfortable ride, and it looks great! We usually take off and ride for hours sometimes with nothing planned, other times we'll take a short road trip. Because I work so closely with our local police department, tickets are not any great concern, if you know what I mean. Our summers are falling into a routine. Some might call it a rut, but we enjoy it regardless. My parents own a vacation cabin on a remote lake in Canada where we stay for two weeks during August, as well as an "adults ONLY weekend" over the fourth of July. Despite what this looks like we don't have a lot of money. Actually we barely have enough to get by from week to week. Working for the local government is a safe and secure job, but nobody ever gets wealthy. With two teenage kids and another one right behind, money is always tight. In fact, my wife has to clean houses just to help us make budget. She started cleaning to make extra money (if there is such a thing) to make summer vacations and Christmas time easier for us. But, it didn't take long for that money to be absorbed into our monthly needs. As I'm riding my small mower around the yard, I'm laying out the summer schedule in my head. I have an odd sort of smile plastered to my face as I recall the events of last summer, hoping that this summer has as much in store as last. That is when I started to think about the penny again and thought that maybe that phone number was something interesting. I kept thinking about that penny until I had to stop mowing. My wife had already left for the grocery store, so I called the number. A young woman answered and greeted me saying she couldn't believe that somebody had finally called. I was to find out later that this penny had been in circulation for over a year without any calls. She explained that she worked for a computer chip manufacturer and that if I chose I could give her a few details about me so the owner could call me back. I asked her what this was all about but she said she was only told to take my information and pass it along. Since I had no idea what it was about I decided to tell her thanks any way and began to hang up the phone. She blurted out, "wait!" As I did so she asked me to please reconsider and assured me that this was all above board. She told me that I only needed to give my name, contact phone number, and age. Thinking that I am opening myself up to something bad I reluctantly gave her the information anyway. She thanked me and I quickly hung up. Over a year later and I'd completely forgotten about the penny and the phone call. On the first Thursday evening in April, our youngest daughter came tearing into the back garage, talking so fast that she has to repeat herself. She said that a limo just pulled into our driveway so Lisa and I walked around to see the huge limo and a man starting towards our front door. We alerted him that we were in the garage and he turned, smiled, and then walked quickly toward us with his right hand stretched out ready to introduce himself. After briefly introducing himself as a Mr. Lewis, he signaled the limo driver, and it began to back out of our driveway and it left. Mr Lewis then asked if he might have something to drink and a quiet place where we might sit and discuss a few things. I'm a little taken aback at first that he just seems to think we have nothing else to do but entertain him. I can also see my wife is feeling the same when he apologizes for his rudeness. He went on to say that he had a lot of information to give us and he has to fly out yet that evening. Lisa went and brought out a pitcher of iced tea and a couple of sodas as we walked over to our rear patio. I offered him the tea and he nodded "yes" as he pulled some papers from the folder in his hand. I pour two ice teas and Lisa poured herself a diet soda. After taking a drink he again apologized for his abruptness and began to tell us every detail of our current financial plight. Lisa and I gave each other glances that we weren't happy with him and I stopped him in mid-sentence. I asked him how he got this information and why is he telling us this. He gave us another apology but went on until he was finished with the paper. He told us that he had a research team look into us to verify he could work with us. Lisa and I had no idea what he wanted and he was really starting to tick me off. I could see Lisa also getting hot and angry. At that point I got up and loudly asked him what on earth he was doing just so I could get his attention and stop. I informed him that unless he told us what he wanted, why he investigated us and our finances right now, I would show him to the street or call the cops. He again told us his name as though we should already know who he was. He went onto explain who he'd used to investigate us and how they retrieved all the information. Lisa and I were still dumbfounded. He paused a second, then, slowly he asked me for "the penny". At this point I knew that this was connected with the penny but I'd never told Lisa that I'd called the number on the penny. She looked at me with a very puzzled look and I told her I called the number over a year earlier and had forgot all about it. When I returned with the penny, Lisa obviously had relaxed somewhat because she and our visitor were laughing at something. He looked the penny over with a smirk on his face as he turned it over in his hand. He then explained that his wife had suggested they put the number on the penny. He then put the penny into a free change dish at a convenience store in Jacksonville Florida over two years earlier. I was the first person to even call the number, and that was why he was there. He asked if we were comfortable with our financial future and of course, I said we were doing okay even though we all knew just how tight we were. He pulled out a spreadsheet with a breakdown of all our income and expenses. This sheet projected 20 years into the future but even by the third year, the ink had changed to red. Explaining that using all the current financial formulas, unless we increased our income by at least 15% every year for the next 8 years, we would not only be very heavily in debt, our income would not even meet our monthly bills. Hell I thought that we barely made our monthly bills now! We would be bankrupt. He then went on to show us four other sheets using different variables, all of which showed the same end result with even worse results. The next sheet he pulled out didn't have any red on it. It even showed us getting completely out of all debt in less than one year. He explained this sheet, looked me, and then Lisa in the eyes and asked, "What difference do you think a penny makes?" I just shrugged my shoulders and shook my head to indicate, "I didn't know." Just as Lisa did the same. He rotated the penny in his fingers while holding it out in front of us. He continued saying how the penny is the foundation of all wealth. If you could gain pennies instead of losing them, you would become wealthy. I knew this but never really looked at it like that. Once he was certain both Lisa and I were listening intently, he made his sales pitch. "I am willing to offer you this wealth of the penny, but it will be on my terms. There is nothing illegal, immoral, or adulterous about this, however, the conditions are a little unusual. You won't work for me, in fact, you will not be able to reveal who I am to anyone or the deal is off. You must continue on as you have in the past, working as you have, vacationing, church, motorcycling, yard work, boating and holidays. There will be no changes in your routine, but, you will begin to have extra money, a lot of extra money. You may tell anyone you choose about our deal, but never give any indication as to who I am. Here is the deal; I am willing to pay you, Carl, one penny for every second of the day, every day, for the rest of your life, as long as you follow my conditions set out before hand in a contract." I was confused as to how a penny a second could make that much difference until he explained that there are 86,400 seconds in one day and that was $864 a day. That would be every day for as long as I wished it to continue. I asked him what his conditions were. He raised a hand and told us that if we were at least willing to consider his offer, he would draw up a contract outlining every detail, including the payment schedule. Lisa and I looked at each other and agreed that we would consider anything he had to offer. He thanked us for the tea, and talking to him. He advised that he would have a courier deliver the contract first thing in the morning and he encouraged us to have our lawyer go through every aspect of the contract and have any questions ready at noon on Monday. He shook our hands saying he hoped this was the beginning to a long business relationship. We walked around the front of the house just as the limo was pulling into our driveway again. He nodded to us as he sat in the car, closed the door, and left. The only thing he left us was the spreadsheets. We still had no idea as to what he wanted us to do. We sat out on the back patio and looked over the sheets and the explanations of each figure and projection. It was eerie how accurate his figures were. I guess his investigators knew what they were doing. Later, we went over to our long-time friends, Shawn and Tammy's house and told them all what had happened, and showed them our near financial demise. They knew we were living paycheck to paycheck, but didn't realize just how bad our situation was heading. We all brainstormed as to what kind of deal he was going to make us. For the next several hours, we daydreamed about all we could do with the money. I had always fancied airplanes, so I thought about getting an 8-10 passenger amphibious, like that used on the TV show "Fantasy Island", would be ideal. Enlarging and remodeling our house was another great idea. New van and truck, maybe even a new Honda Goldwing would be great too. A new RV, boat, dirt motorcycles, ATV's, and trailer would make for great family vacations. It was getting late and as both Shawn and I had to work in the morning we went home. After lying in bed for nearly two hours, it was apparent I wouldn't be able to go to work in the morning. I called in and left a message on my supervisors' phone to mark me off all day. Sometime later I did fall asleep, but I was still sleeping when the kids went off to school. Lisa finally woke me up saying she knew I wouldn't make it into work. I got up, and readied myself for the day. I was just going into the yard when a van pulled up. He asked for me, and handed me a clipboard. After he verified my name, checked my I.D., he had me sign the appropriate line, then he handed me a manila envelope. As I went into the house my heart felt like it was about to explode from my chest. Lisa met me at the door. Lisa quickly called over to Shawn and Tammy's, and found out that Shawn also taken the day off. They said they would be over in about fifteen minutes. We couldn't wait so we went out back, grasped each other's hands tightly, then opened the envelope. The contract was only one and a half pages long. After all the mumbo- jumbo of identifying the persons involved, the details began. The deal was with me, and the money was to be paid directly to me. For the initial trip, I was to wear the clothes that he would bring with him on Monday. I was to bring nothing more than my personal hygiene items. We would fly out to his location immediately following the inception of the contract by his personal jet. Every month from there on out, I had to fly to his city by commercial airline, using public transportation or taxi to get to his office. From there, I would be taken to his home by private transportation arranged by him. I was to be at his office no later 1:00pm on the last Saturday of every month, unless it was Christmas, then I would have to be there the Saturday before. I was to stay overnight and could leave for home the same way after 1:00pm the next day. The money would be paid to me by bankers check the Sunday before I left. If I was late, didn't show up at all, or violated any part of the contract, I would forfeit all money that month. However each March, I was to fly out on the last Saturday and stay for one week where I would work for him in a basic capacity. For that week, I would receive an extra 2 pennies per second. After five years, I could cancel the contract any time I wanted without any penalty. I would receive the money tax-free for the first year, after that all taxes were my responsibility. I would have to use his accountant to do all the tax work for the life of the contract. He was to see my tax returns every year. Only Lisa, or my immediate family, could fly with me, but only I was to ever come to his office building. We were never to reveal any detail about him whatsoever. He would have investigators check into us regularly, if he felt he needed to. I was allowed to tell anyone I chose about this deal but no one other than our attorney could see the actual contract, in any way, shape or form. I could memorize and tell anyone, but it was never to be recorded, or written, or the deal was void at that point. He was to remain completely anonymous for the life of the contract. If he were to become incapacitated, or die, his attorney was to be his replacement. If I were to become incapacitated, I would still get the money. However, when I die, the deal was off. The money would come from a trust, so as long as I chose, the deal would continue. On the first day after each ten-year anniversary of the contract, the payment would increase by one penny per second. At this point we began to understand that this was not a normal "business" deal. At least not any business I'd ever heard of. We still didn't have any idea as to what we, or more specifically me, were supposed to do to earn this money. In my job field, I would never see this kind of money! Ever! Needless to say, I was concerned about what I was going to have to do. I was to keep my job until we were completely debt-free, and had at least $1 million dollars in the bank, or stock, bonds, or other tangible assets. This would have to be verifiable by his accountant. We were to continue going to church as we had in the past. Vacationing, socializing, boating and motorcycling were to continue as in the past. We could do more things if we chose, but we could not withdraw from our current social life. His investigations documented exactly how much we normally go to church, vacation, and socialize. If it were to be reported to him that we altered any aspect of our daily life, complete forfeit of that month's money was the penalty. Next issue concerned my weight. I was 255lbs at the time. At my last physical, my doctor warned me I was 75lbs over my ideal weight of 175lbs. Per the contract, I would receive a lifetime membership at a local health club where I would have an half-hour session three times a week with a certified trainer. This also was included for the life of the contract. I could only miss the sessions if I'd cleared it with Mr. Lewis at least 24 hours in advance. The contract noted that same ideal weight and I was to lose 2lbs per month until I reached the ideal weight for my gender and height, as decided by his doctor. If I didn't meet the weight schedule, I would either forfeit the money or he and I could negotiate an alternative designed to encourage my compliance. This would continue for those months that my weight was over the set limit. Next was about my hair. All my body hair, except for my eyebrows, hair on my head, and pubic area was to be permanently removed, at his expense. All issues in the matter of my appearance were to be at his discretion. When he wanted my hair cut, re-styled, or altered was totally up to his discretion. I would have to comply with whatever hairstyle suited his needs. Every day, short of illness, I was expected to maintain the style he chose. I was to go to a salon that he pre-arranged and they would maintain my hair on a bi-weekly basis as well as give me a manicure and pedicure. They would also do any piercings that Mr. Lewis desired. These appointments could only be missed by prior approval. Again, this would be monitored. If I were to alter or refuse to cooperate, the deal was off. I had hand and full body massages before and even had my ears pierced in the past, so this wasn't a big deal. All clothing, shoes, apparel, and jewelry, with exception of my wedding band was to be on his approval. He would provide my initial wardrobe. But after that, I was to purchase my own clothing. All clothing was to be purchased as a complete outfit, underwear, shoes, accessories and everything. Before any of it was to be worn, he would have to approve it. I was to bring it out with me when I met with him and picked up my check. If he approved, only then could I wear them. If he didn't, I would have to leave them with him for disposal. I was always to dress appropriately with a complete, matching outfit with everything that would be expected. For the first year, I was required to bring at least four complete outfits for his approval. Basically, I couldn't just bum around like I was used to. I was only allowed to wear my work clothes while at work and be changed into my personal clothes within thirty minutes of quitting time. Not when I got home, but within thirty minutes. If I were to run errands before returning home, and got caught after the thirty minutes in my work clothes, all money for the month was forfeited. All required underclothes were still to be worn regardless of clothing. This also was subject to being monitored. Failure to comply would cost me an entire month's money. This began to get quite strange, but his last condition was beyond belief. I was to get breasts! They were to be of the size so that I was a full "D" cup. The procedure was to be performed by his surgeon, at his expense. They were to be checked and maintained on the yearly anniversary of the surgery by his surgeon, also at his expense. Lastly the contract was to last at least five years or I had to return all money, interest, and profit from the money, as well as reimburse him for all expenses. If I agreed to this and signed the contract, I alone was to fly out by private jet with him and meet with his surgeon that Monday afternoon. The procedure was to take place immediately. I was to schedule the entire week off work to allow for some recovery time. Then I was to return to work, as the contract required. Then I was not to use any means to try to "bind" or hide the breasts in any way. If I did, the contract was cancelled, I would have to return all money, plus any interest or profit from it immediately. Then I had to pay to have the breasts removed myself. The man was obviously rich and perverted. He obviously wanted me to be his little sex plaything! I could see why all the other conditions were in place because he was going to ensure that I was humiliated! All over a penny! I decided no way! Lisa and I laughed over the idea and we were sitting there for only a couple of minutes when Shawn and Tammy pulled up to see us looking over the contract. As we let them read the contract, we went inside to get some drinks, chips and salsa. They were getting to the part about the breast implants just as we got back outside. Shawn looked shocked but Tammy just laughed and said it would serve me right to have breasts after all the grief I've caused her over the years. Now she would have something to tease me about. We joked about it for a little bit when Lisa asked me what I was going to do. I asked her if she was serious and she nodded that she was. I just looked at her not believing that she was even thinking I would agree to this because I felt that it would ruin my life. At work I would be a freak that everyone would come by just to see. I would probably be kicked out of our church and my family would chastise me for doing it. Our friends would no longer let us come around and I couldn't go swimming, skiing, tubing, or boating anymore. Our kids would be embarrassed about having a dad with breasts and last but not least our nearly non-existent sex-life would end completely. I just couldn't believe my ears as both Lisa and Tammy were offering a solution to every one of my objections. At work, sexual harassment laws would protect me. There was nothing sinful or against church rules about a man having breasts. The family would understand that it was only for the money and that it was temporary. We only had a few friends and Lisa felt that they would get used to it quickly. Then swimming, skiing, tubing, and boating would still be okay because I would just have to wear a swim top. The kids would be better off because we wouldn't need to move because we were sure to lose our home within a year or so. Being broke would be worse on them than dealing with me having breasts. Then finally they decided we could a lot more things as a family since we would have the money to do it. Lastly our sex-life, Lisa said she could handle it if I could. After really trying to find good reasons why it wouldn't work, even Shawn caved in and said I ought to think real hard about our options. After we got debt-free, and some money in the bank, I could have the implants removed and we could live happily ever after. That he was right about. I would only have to live with them for a few short years, and then I could retire and enjoy the rest of my life with my wife, family, and friends. It was almost 2:00pm when I called up my parent's lawyer. I asked him if I could meet him to discuss a contract I'd been given. It was Friday and he tried to postpone the meeting for another day. However after some pressure he finally agreed that if I could get there in time, he could meet me thirty minutes. Lisa and I cleaned up in record time, gathered the contract, raced to his office and we got there with just seconds to spare. When we were seated in his office, I apologized repeatedly and thanked him for seeing us at such short notice. He was polite, but asked that we get to the contract as he only had about thirty minutes before his next appointment. I handed him the contract and the spreadsheets, asking him to look over them first. He said that they looked accurate and were even a little rosier from what he knew of our finances. That felt like more bad news because I was hoping the figures were way off. Then he went through the contract and after a few confusing looks, he snickered once and then looked up at me. I asked him if it was illegal or just plain wrong. He said he'd seen many contracts, some of them were just as strange as this, but this one certainly had the opportunity to make us very wealthy. He went on to advise us that everything appeared legal and if we chose to do this, he'd be glad to represent us for the long term. So now the ball was in my court. I thanked him for his time as he showed us out. He instructed his receptionist to set up an account as we were likely to have a lot of business in due course. He promptly shook our hands and left. After we finished with his receptionist we went back home. We finally had some time to talk about this "contract" without anyone else around and we drove around discussing options for over an hour. Our main talk surrounded the financial problems we faced and that we were certain to face financial ruin. However I didn't want to become a sideshow attraction to get us out of our financial woes. Lisa finally said that whatever I chose, she would stand by me and face anything in our way. She also said to remember our dreams of financial freedom. That weekend I met with about all of our friends and showed them everything. Some of their responses were positive and supportive if I chose to do it; others were completely against it and were shocked I would even consider this. Our pastor was in the middle of the road, and advised me that a lot of the people in church might not understand. He told me he would pray for me. Our kids were quiet about it all for a while. On Saturday afternoon my 17 year old son, told me he was okay with it so long as we got to do more family vacations and trips. He even said it would be kind of funny to see me this way. My dad couldn't believe our finances were so bad and he even offered to pay off all of our debt so I wouldn't have to do this. But in return, we would have to let him take care of all of our financial matters. I decided that there was no way I going to have my parents bail me out! I got myself into this mess and it was my responsibility to get me out of it I decided. When I talked with my supervisor and department head at work, they were afraid the customers we deal with might become nasty about it. They found the policies on sexual harassment and saw that they did apply to my situation. I would still have to live with the looks and some comments, but I could continue to work as normal. By Sunday evening, family and friends were calling to see just what I'd decided. The truth was, I still didn't know. Just as my youngest daughter, who was 11 years old, was going to bed she gave me the motivation to go ahead. She gave me the tightest hug she could, held my cheeks in between her hands, looked me in the eye, and said, "I love you no matter what you do!" I asked her why the big hug and she replied "Because I might not be able to hug you like that for a while." After the kids were in bed, I told Lisa I thought that I would do it. She smiled some and said she thought I would. I asked her why she thought that and she replied because she knew I wanted to do the best I could for my family, and that's why she'd married me. She knew I would make any sacrifice for my family. I called my supervisor at home and told her I was going to do it and that I needed to take the week off. That night we lay in bed and cuddled, caressed, and talked for hours. We even made love. This was to be our last night like this for at least a week. Even when I returned, it might never be like this again. That Monday morning, I told the kids I was going to do it and that I would have to be away until Saturday afternoon. My son thought I was nuts, and my youngest daughter was afraid because of me being away for so long. My oldest daughter thought it was funny because I was going to have bigger boobs than mom or her. They left for school so Lisa and I busied ourselves with little things to keep our minds off the noon appointment. My mom stopped by to wish me well. She said dad couldn't understand why I wouldn't let him pay off all our bills but she understood. I couldn't let dad bail me out of all my problems and certainly not now. Tammy stopped by to wish me well and Shawn came by just before noon to say farewell to "flatchest" before I took off. Just as Shawn was leaving, the limo once again pulled up only this time the driver asked that Shawn leave before Mr. Lewis got out. As Shawn walked past the heavily tinted window he waved to the man inside. Once he was certain there wasn't anyone paying special attention to us he came out carrying his briefcase. Once again he asked if we could go around to the back of the house. We sat down and he opened his briefcase, pulled out more papers together with a video camera with a tripod. He quickly set up the camera and explained it was easier for him to have everything on video to protect both of us in the future. He asked to see the contract he sent us. He asked if we were ready. Lisa and I grasped hands and nodded, "Yes". He then asked us both to state our names and date of birth. He then took my copy of the contract and read off the entire thing. He asked if we'd sought legal counsel and we replied that we had. He asked if everything appeared to be in order. Again we responded with a "yes". He then asked if we agreed to all the terms listed in the contact. I hesitated for a few seconds then said, "Yes". He then shook my hand and said, "welcome aboard, partner". He advised Lisa to have all my things packed and to be ready receive all my new clothes on Wednesday. He said there would be enough things to fill my drawers and closet. One of the papers he brought out was two copies of a signature sheet with all of our names and personal identification information. One of which he stapled to my copy of the contract and the second he attached to his copy of the contract. He had me write the address of our attorney on a pre-stamped manila envelope. He said that once I'd signed the papers, we were to place my copy in the envelope and seal it. On the way to the airport, I would drop it in a mailbox. All I had to do now was to sign the papers and I was on my way to wealth. Nothing is free I guess as I realized as I signed both copies. Lisa then signed as witness. Then Mr Lewis signed them. Very efficiently, he packed up the video camera and tripod and put his copy of the contract into his briefcase. I put my copy into the envelope and sealed it. He advised it was time for us to go as he moved towards the door. In the breezeway, I grabbed my overnight bag, gave Lisa one last crushing hug and kiss. He surprised me by asking what the bag was for and that the contract was very clear on the matter that he would provide all clothing and unless I was ready to quit this deal, all clothing would have to be left behind. Apologizing, I opened the bag and got my shaving kit out. He approved of that, and at the door motioned for the limo driver to come to him. Seconds later the driver brought a box and Mr. Lewis handed it to me. He urged me to hurry up and change as our plane was due to leave in thirty minutes. As I went inside he asked that Lisa hold the envelope and stay with him. This made some sense, so I ran inside to change. Inside was a pair of new leather tennis shoes, ankle socks, a pale blue pair of women's high-cut panties, a matching bra (A cup), size 20 women's Levis, a light tan woman's shirt, cut with a low "U" front, and a woman's wallet. Quickly as I could, I got dressed and changed over all my ID and stuff into the new wallet. A little embarrassed, I came back into the breezeway. Lisa gave me her best smile together with another hug and kiss. Mr. Lewis opened the door and held it while I got the envelope and walked out into my new life. I don't remember much. I remember dropping off the envelope, getting to the airport and driving through a special gate and pulling right beside a Lear jet. We got in, and in seconds we were climbing to cruising altitude. Even at over 500 mph, the flight lasted about 4 hours. Upon arrival, we were met with several of his personal assistants and directed towards another limo. About an hour later, we pulled up in front of an office building. During the trip, he told me that I would receive a copy of the video before I leave for home. Inside, I was introduced to Dr Franke, the surgeon who would be doing the procedure. The doctor snapped his fingers, and two women came from nowhere and took me back into a small room, drew blood, and asked the standard medical questions. As they left, I was told to strip completely, put on a gown, put all my personal things, including my wedding band, into a locker and bring the key with me into the hallway. A gurney was waiting and I was helped onto it. I was wheeled into the operating room, an I.V. was started, and in seconds, darkness overcame me. When I came to, I felt normal. I grabbed for my chest and was relieved to find it was still normal. The nurse saw my movements and said that all they did was to give me an acid bath to permanently kill off all my hair follicles. I lifted the covers to see I didn't have one hair left on me below my eyebrows. She said that now I was awake and doing fine, I was ready for my breast procedure. She pressed a button and the doctor and another nurse joined her. I was given an injection into the I.V. line and I started to feel numb. The doctor said I was going to be unconscious during the entire procedure. But before I lost consciousness I had to lie there as he poked and prodded my chest and took measurements all over my entire body. He then left to scrub up and came back in wearing surgical robes. He nodded to the nurse and I was slowly starting to get sleepy, but before I was out completely, I could hear the doctor ask for the different tools. As I came too I could feel the pressure. Once I could move my fingers and toes, I could feel the pain. Not a sharp pain, but a strong dull ache. Kind of like I'd been hit across the chest by 2x4's for a while. As I was wheeled back to the first room, Mr. Lewis was there waiting. Before I could say anything, he pulled the covers up and was smiling to himself. He gave me his congratulations and officially started the payment clock at 1:00pm because that was when I began the procedures. So everything started at 1:00pm and it would make record keeping easier for his accountant. Next, I was asked to step onto a scale and as I was helped to my feet, I could feel the bra. The second I was leaning forward, I could feel my new breasts move, and very intense pressure. Somehow, I'd gained weight since this morning because it read 262lbs! I then realised that it must be my breasts and they weighed 7 pounds. Once I was alone in my room and was tucked in for the night, I pulled the covers up to get a look at my new chest. Even lying flat, they stood up. Touching them felt weird, I could feel my touch, but it didn't feel right either. The area of skin that I could see was stretched so tight it was shiny. I felt around for the incisions, but couldn't feel anything through the heavy bandages. My skin itched. Everywhere and everything itched. It was all slightly pinkish, but smooth and hairless. I finally went to sleep. The nurse woke me and said it was time for her to check my breasts. But first I had to take a shower, with the bra on. When I stood up the weight up front definitely was noticeable. I was also stiff and felt very weak. In the bathroom, I relieved myself and noticed that I still had a narrow patch of pubic hair just above my penis, nothing else. At least I was left this hair. I quickly got into the shower but, since the nurse was waiting for me, I washed quickly and came out as soon as I'd dried myself. Once I dried off, she asked if I was ready to take my bra off and put on a clean one. Feeling very embarrassed, I replied that I was, but asked if I could do it in private. She advised that for me to do this she needed to stand behind me with the fresh one and as I took the old one away, she would quickly slide the fresh one in place. Nothing for me to get embarrassed about, she said! She had me hold the underside of my breasts while she undid the snaps and slid the straps off my shoulders. Then as I pulled the wet one away, she slid the fresh one up in place but even this little bit of movement caused a fair amount of pain. While she was adjusting my breasts in the cups, I made the comment that I was glad I had pain medication coming. The nurse explained that she didn't have to give me any more pain relief because the doctor had implanted a powerful, slow release medication that would give me an even dose of pain relief right in the area needed. This would last for about three weeks, and by then I shouldn't need any more. I told her that it still hurt some but it was bearable. She told me that the doctor does very good work. I drifted in and out of sleep from boredom and I came to realize that sleeping on my stomach wasn't an option, at least until I healed completely. Just after dinner, the doctor came in and told me how to care for myself for the next couple of weeks. He advised to be very careful about how much I moved for the first week while I adjusted to my new chest. After that, my own discomfort would be my guide. I was to be released just after lunch and a quick check-up the next day. I felt glad to be getting out of there because the boredom was worse than the aching pain in my chest. I shut the TV off after the 11:00pm news and tried to get comfortable. I don't know when I fell asleep but it was light outside when I finally woke up on my own. I'd slept through breakfast, and lunch was only about an hour away. Nature called, so I took care of that business while sitting. It just didn't seem right to be looking between two large, bra-covered breasts while standing to pee. I know I would get used to it, but right now it felt weird. When I came back into my room, I noticed a fresh bra lying there. I called the nurse, and she said it was OK for me to do it myself but to be careful. So I reached around back and managed to undo the 4 snaps. I slid the straps down my arms and could feel the strain on my already stretched skin on my chest. Even when they were free of the bra, the pain was only noticeable and not all that bad. I took this opportunity to look them over closely. My skin was still somewhat shiny and very tight, but returning to normal. I couldn't find any incision anywhere! I carefully walked into the bathroom and looked at them in the mirror. They didn't look as huge in the mirror as they did when I looked down at them. Now I know why women always thought their breasts were too big. A difference of perspective I guess. But still no sign of incisions. My nipples looked funny. They were still about the same size but they stuck out more and were quite puffy. Another thing I noticed was that my nipples looked way too small on breasts this big. But I really didn't care because once I had the implants removed, I didn't want large nipples. The breasts almost seemed to be located too high on my chest to look "normal". But the doctor explained that as they settle in they are supposed to look right. I shook my shoulders slightly to see how much they would move. It only took a couple light moves to make them hurt so I reached up and grabbed them instinctively to stop the movement. I couldn't believe how soft, yet firm they felt. The skin felt so tight that it felt like it could split at any time. It was comforting to hold them. Since I was looking in the mirror, I also took inventory of my now hair-less body. The pinkness in my skin was nearly all gone with just a few splotches left. My face looked different too. My nose looked slightly thinner and I didn't have skin drooping from my chin and neck area. I couldn't see my Adam's apple either. Nothing was sore or bruised, so I was thinking that with everything that had happened, I was getting paranoid. I lightly rubbed my hand across my face and felt just how smooth it would be from now on. I never did like shaving anyway, so I wouldn't miss the beard. I could also see why I looked different as my eyebrows were thinned and shaped with a slight arch. Nothing too dramatic, but I could see a definite difference. I wasn't too happy about this but I doubt there was anything I could do about it. Looking at my nude body, I could also see just how overweight I'd become. At least I looked forward to the health club and the personal trainer so I could get back into shape. I'm sure I would be a bit of a spectacle in the health club, but if I scheduled it right I should be able to minimize the staring. I just hoped my exercise clothes would be reasonable. As I thought about how vague the clothing and hair issues were, I thought I could be in for some interesting situations. I went back into the room and got dressed in the fresh bra. Once I had the bra fastened and turned around with the cups in the front, I did what I saw Lisa do hundreds of times. As I leaned forward, I pulled the cups of the bra over my breasts. Once I had the straps in place, I carefully moved each breast until they were as comfortable as they could be. Satisfied with the fit, I continued dressing in the clothes I came in with. Knowing that I was leaving, I put the original "A" cup bra beside my wallet and I only had to wait a few minutes before my lunch arrived. I finished the meal, cleaned up the room a bit, and waited again. Just as I was sitting back down, the doctor and Mr. Lewis came in. After a short summary for the care of my new breasts, and a warning about the need to wear a support bra until my next appointment which was in two weeks. But after that I would wear any bra Mr. Lewis saw fit. I thought that because my hair removal and implants went so well I would be able to go home earlier than planned. It turned out that I was wrong. As we pulled up to a spa, a woman came out to greet us and opened the door to the limo. Mr. Lewis greeted her and told me to get out and do as she asked, as it was part of the contract. Once inside, I was led to a private room at the back. She quickly went around me noting my hair and hands. I was asked to take my shoes and socks off. She then handed me a cup of hot tea and told me to lay back and try to relax and just enjoy the experience. I did my best to relax and it must have worked, because she had to wake me when she was finished. She commented that the Valium she put in my tea really helped. When I woke up, my hair was a variety of different shades from my natural color of dark brown to nearly blonde! It was even styled differently. I normally just brushed it straight back and styled it so it had some body on top to hide my thinning hair. Now I had bangs and it was poofy on top and feathered back on the sides. There was no sign of my receding hairline or thinning on top! She quickly explained to me what I had to do to get my hair the same way. As I went to brush my hand through my hair, I noticed my fingernails. They stuck out just past my fingertips but had a slight shiny pinkish tint to them. Shocked, I asked her what was this for and before she could answer I saw my ears. Both were double pierced and the bottom holes had a dangling strand about an inch long with a small diamond at the end while the upper hole had a hoop about an inch or so in diameter. She said all this was very carefully planned by Mr. Lewis. She told me that if I broke, damaged, or got dirt under my nails, I would have to repair or clean them immediately or face the consequences. After each appointment, I would be given the color they used. I was to keep the color and use it for any touch-ups I needed to make. She reminded me that if I removed them or did anything to alter or change this, I would break the contract. Resigned to my fate now, I listened as she told me how to care and style my hair and my nails. She said the hair and nails were only to be changed or trimmed by the salon Mr. Lewis had set up for me back home. She had already faxed that salon a finished picture of me with the hair shade and nail colors. I asked her how long my nails were to get, but Mr. Lewis had never discussed that with her. He was very specific about today's work though. Mr. Lewis wasn't due back for a few minutes so she asked me about what we were doing. I briefly explained the contract and told her about the money and my need of it. It turned out she already knew about the money and thought I was pretty open-minded about doing this sort of thing. I didn't like where this was going though but I was committed for at least five years. The contract was vague in enough areas for him to make this time miserable, so I didn't want to press him and make this any worse than it already was. Another lady poked her head in and told me that Mr. Lewis was out front and ready to leave. I tried not to look at anybody on my way out, but I could feel everybody looking at me. I would have to find some way to accept the attention I was bound to get. Once I was back in the limo, Mr. Lewis advised me we were going to our meeting place. We pulled in front of a strip mall and went into a place that sold all forms of wireless communications. Again I drew stares. Once in the back office, Mr. Lewis locked the door and we went into what looked like a large closet. Again the door was locked, then he pressed a button and the back wall opened into a stairwell. We went down about twenty feet or so, then walked about another quarter mile before we came to another stairwell. Back up the stairs through another locked door, and we were in a parking garage. We got into a different limo, and drove off. On the drive he gave me the key he used and a business card with the address of the "office". All the doors used the same key. When I came to town, I was to do just what we'd just done. I could greet the people, but never was I to discuss anything else. PERIOD! When I bought my clothing that needed his approval, I would have to bring it this way too. The limo would always be there waiting, but it would leave promptly at 1:00pm. If I missed it, I might as well go back home and forget about the money. When I would go back home, the limo would drop me off at the same place and I would have to follow the same procedure on my way out. As we drove, I stared into the distance trying to get an idea of where we were, when a shoreline came into view. Then I realized it was the Pacific Ocean! I knew it was hot, but now I know why. We were heading north for about an hour or so when we turned onto a dirt road in the middle of a forested area. We continued on this road for about a mile before we made another turn. This time a massive gate blocked the entrance. As the gate was slowly swinging open I saw that this property had an 8 or10 foot high brick wall around the perimeter. He definitely wanted his privacy. The house sat back in the middle of the huge lawn area that measured at least 30 acres. As we approached the house a woman stepped out and waited for us to pull up. As we stopped she opened the door and greeted both of us by name and shook my hand as she introduced herself as Karin the housekeeper. She explained that her husband Gary, kept the grounds, but he was off on an errand. She led us into the largish house and showed me the various rooms on the ground floor before she led me up to my room while I was to stay. The room was large and had its own bathroom and huge walk-in closet already full of clothes. A three-sided full-length dressing mirror stood in a corner with lights pointing in all directions. Next to it was a dressing vanity complete with lights around the large mirror. Tucked into a little alcove was a scale like one would find in a doctor's office. This was where my official weight was sure to be checked. The room itself was very nice with a fabulous view of the forest. The room even had a walkout balcony and was nicely appointed with its own sitting area. A king-size bed, bureau, dresser, and a chest of drawers were also obvious. I was just heading into the bathroom when Karin called that we could get something to eat. In the kitchen there were a couple of plates already laid out. While we ate, Karin went over a list of my likes and dislikes to ensure there would be food to my liking while I was staying. Mr. Lewis came in and was glad that we'd finished the tour, as he needed to explain the details of my visits to this house. We went into a room that only he could open and he said that he liked my hair, fingernails, and earrings as he motioned for me to sit down. He told me that I was to expect packages arriving at home somewhat regularly from now on. Inside them would be specific instructions as to what was expected. Everything would be within the limits of the contract. In addition to this, I could expect unexpected visits from his agent, a Miss Alyson Brock. She would be stopping by on a very irregular schedule to check up on me and she would know exactly what to look for. She lived in the neighborhood and even had a view of our backyard. He explained that this was only a get-away house for him and went on to say that the room I was shown earlier was mine to use as I saw fit. He'd left instructions that nobody was to ever use the room. While I was staying on my overnight visits, I was to enjoy myself and if I chose to help Gary and Karin, that was my choice. He knew I enjoyed working in the yard so he said that I would find plenty to do. He said that there would be times when I stayed and would never see him personally, and in that case, he would have Karin take my weight, approve the clothes, and give me my bank check on my way out. Occasionally, he would entertain people and sometimes I would have to join them. At other times, I was not to be seen or heard. I was never to leave this property unless accompanied by him but I was only staying for one night so that wasn't a real concern. When I was staying for the week in March, I was to help Gary and Karin. There was a lot of work to be done then and that's why he chose March for the long stay. He then said that for the rest of the evening I was free to explore the property and take in as much of the sun as I could. He would be back in the morning to take me back to the airport. I was glad I was going home earlier than expected, but I was nervous about beginning my new life. So after he left, I wandered around the property. There was a typical pool and surrounding patio, but surrounding it was a beautiful garden with a Japanese water theme. There was even a meditation garden. As I walked towards the rear of the property, I found a trail that wandered through the dense woods and it eventually came out to a peak high above the ocean. I sat on the bench until dusk thinking about just what I'd done to myself. Looking down at my chest, what I had done to myself was finally beginning to sink in. I felt so bad, I cried. I lost track of time. I must have sat there for hours crying most of that time. Finally, I pulled myself up and went back to the house in the dark. I met Gary at dinner. He was nice enough, but wasn't very talkative. After a relatively quiet dinner, I headed up to my room. Alone, I inspected the room more closely. At one point, I thought there might be cameras hidden around, but everything looked normal. The bathroom was large and had a separate shower and Jacuzzi tub. I filled the tub, turned on the jets, and collapsed into it. The bubbles and jets of water now felt very different. Without any body hair, everything felt more intense against my skin. I could tell my chest was feeling much better but the pressure from the water jets still hurt so I moved the jets so they didn't hit my breasts. After about 30 minutes, the water cooled too much to feel good. Once I was completely dry, I walked over to the dressing mirror in the closet and took a very good look to see if I could find the surgical incisions near my breasts but couldn't find any. The redness was practically all gone now, but my skin was still very tight. From the size of the implants, I know my chest should be very painful, but there really wasn't any pain. I think that doctor must have used some incredible painkiller and I was very thankful for that! I slipped on the thick terrycloth robe and went into the room to see the rest of "my" clothes. Looking through the closet, there were only women's clothes. Jeans, dress pants, and even dresses and skirts in all lengths. By now I had come to know that I wore a women's size 20 however all these clothes were a size 10 and 12. I guessed that was the size I'd be expected to wear after my slimming. Every kind of shoe and boot possible from tennis, to causal, to hiking, to dress, and even high heels of all styles. There were many different kinds and styles of dress shirts, all women's. I now knew he wanted me to appear to be a woman without actually changing my sex. But given my size, I would never be believable unless my weight loss made that much of a difference. With the hair, earrings, and fingernails, I already looked like somebody else. I guessed that if I put on some make-up that was in the dressing table, I might even have passed for a woman, but I wasn't about to try. This was already bad enough. The chest of drawers was filled with every style and color of lingerie imaginable. Bras, panties of only the high-cut or thong style, ankle socks, pantyhose, garter belts, stockings, some short corset looking things, and those kind of over shirts that went over the bra but under the shirt. Six drawers completely full of these things! The first dresser was full of shorts, Capri-style pants, leggings, bike shorts of various lengths, T-shirts, tank tops, and halter tops. All of them looked too small for me. The other dresser was also full. The first drawer was full of swimsuits. Very colorful, revealing swimsuits. Most were two-piece, but one was a one-piece, and all of them were women's, of course! There was even a couple of see through beach wraps. The rest of the drawers were filled with corsets. All kinds of corsets, ranging from small and sexy looking, to ones that were very heavy with lots of lacing. A couple of them were leather and one was some kind of heavy rubber. The last drawer had a one-piece suit made of black leather that included gloves, incredibly high heel boots, and some kind of hood with only openings for eyes and mouth. This had many rings attached to it in different places. I didn't want anything to do with that dresser! I suddenly didn't feel like swimming here. EVER! I had no idea why he had that kind of stuff in "my" room, but the contract didn't require it, so I wasn't going to wear them. I still had the awful black thing in my hands when Karin softly knocked and came in without waiting for a reply. She gave an embarrassed smile and commented that it looked like I'd been exploring a little. I was so taken by surprise that I just stood there and turned beet-red. She said that Mr. Lewis's packages had been delivered and she'd put them away without offering any explanation. I asked her if there was anything more she could tell me about Mr. Lewis as I was getting concerned about where this was going. She said that he was generally a good employer and took care of her and her husband well. He'd only had this house for about one month and had just finished having this room set up for me last week. Then she made a comment about her and Gary getting ready to leave in the morning for the weekend. I asked her what I would be doing until I left on Saturday morning. She looked at me in a funny way and said that tomorrow was Saturday. Taken by surprise, I asked if she was sure. She just nodded her head back at me. She then told me that she had some papers to give me in the morning and my ride back into town would be arriving promptly at 9:00am. I put the heavy bra back on and climbed into bed to watch television but I never made it to the 11:00pm news. A knock at the door woke me up at 7:00am so knowing that I had to be ready to travel, I quickly took a shower. As I was drying off, I heard a noise in my room. So peeking through the door, I saw Karin putting some clothes on my bed along with some papers. As soon as she left I went to look. A folder had my airline ticket home as well as one for my next flight here. A letter from Mr. Lewis that re-iterated my agreement with a special note not to toy with him unless I was ready to forfeit the money for the rest of April. The note went on to say that I was to do my hair just like the picture as well as to bring at least four, complete new outfits with shoes to go with them every month for at least the first two years. Then underlined were the words "NO FLATS! ONLY HEELS OR BOOTS WITH 3- INCH OR HIGHER HEELS!" Sure enough, there was also a picture of me at the salon just after my hair had been done and there were several business cards. The first had the name of the health club I was to attend as well as a phone number I was to call so I could schedule my workouts. The first appointment was already set for Sunday afternoon at 6:00pm. The second one was the one for the hair salon. Next was one for a day- spa with the name circled and an appointment for Monday at 5:00pm written on the back. Lastly was a business card with his name on it with a phone that was local to my home. I was only to use this number in emergencies and all other communication was to be initiated by him. Next to the folder was a black leather purse of average size. Inside was the nail polish that I was wearing, some basic makeup, a pair of women's Ray-Ban sunglasses, and the wallet I was given while still at my home. I looked through it and found everything was still there except that my driver's license had a picture of the "new" me and my name had been changed. The new name was Tracey Andrea Swanson. Then I noticed that all my credit cards and even my employee I.D. card had that name! I decided that this was never part of the contract. He had no right to change my identity and that was surely grounds for terminating the contract. But as I thought about it, I realized that the contract had no penalty for him breaking the agreement. If I called him on it, sure I would be right, but I would still be broke and now, I would be hairless also. This still didn't sit too well. The clothes were somewhat dressy. Dark dress pants with a sharply angled hem that extended the length of the back of the pant leg at least 2 inches. A snug fitting, white cotton scoop neck T-shirt with vertical ribs that looked like it would barely cover my new breasts. An obviously feminine, brightly colored windbreaker. Lying under the windbreaker, was a matching set of lacy black thong, support bra, garter belt, and stockings. On the floor were the shoes I was supposed to wear. They were more of a boot than shoe as they were black, had large, thick, 3-inch heels and pulled over the whole foot with a fake buckle on top. Making a sigh of disgust, I took the picture of me with my new hairstyle and headed into the bathroom to try and duplicate it. Using some of the mousse, a curling iron, and the blow dryer, I did as best I could. I had to wash it out again and the second try was much better. Satisfied with my hair, I went to get dressed. I put on the bra and underwear okay, but it took some time to get the stockings up and connected to the garter belt without snagging them with my fingernails. That task accomplished, I put the pants on. Once I'd pulled the pants up, I realized that the closure and the zipper were on the side as well as no pockets! The pants were tight enough that I could easily see the outline of the garter belt. I would either have to carry my wallet or the entire purse. The shirt was very snug, almost too snug. Between the black bra, thin white shirt, and the tightness of the shirt, there was no hiding what ha been done. Under the shirt were a ruby pendant necklace, three rings, and three thin gold bangle-style bracelets. The bracelets barely made it over my wrist while the necklace was a little difficult to snap together with my longer nails and hung just over the edge of the neck of my shirt, but when I moved it would fall into my cleavage. I put my wedding band back on but the other two had tags on them. One ring was for my right pinky, the other, which had several sparkly jewels, had to go onto my right index finger. The shoes slid on my foot okay. They were snug but not tight. Standing in them wasn't too bad, but walking caused me to pay more attention to this simple act because if I moved too quickly, my breasts would move about. The sharp angle of the hem of my pants helped to hide the heel of the shoe, which suited me fine. Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt kind of sick to my stomach. I looked like an overweight, man trying to look like a woman. If I were put on some makeup, at least that might hide my male features enough that I might be seen as a woman. I was scared what Lisa and the kids would think of me when I get home. The tightness of the shirt showed off the fact that I was very overweight and just how large my breasts were. Funny thing was, I thought my breasts would hurt a lot longer than they did. Although I felt some pressure, by now there was almost no pain at all. I didn't understand