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A Close Shave, Part 4
By Superconductor
Sorry this has been so long in coming - events in my life precluded my
relationship with Sandy and Erica. The conclusion to this is not far
behind. Stay tuned, and hope you like the newest installment.
Sandy woke slowly, aware that Erica was now snoring softly against her(his
- couldn't really think of herself as anything but a "himself" at that
point) chest, with her arm draped across his now very cut abs. Gently
sliding from her grasp as not to wake her, Sandy slipped from the bed and
trod into the bathroom.
Startling at his appearance in the mirror, he giggled softly and did the
necessary. Not accustomed to peeing standing up yet, he sat down and let
nature do its thing. Finishing up, he automatically had grabbed a few
squares of toilet paper which made him giggle again. "Shake shake," he
thought to himself as he stood up and appraised his appearance in the full
length mirror on the bathroom door.
"This feels so weird," he thought, turning this way and that. "I'm turning
myself on..." as he watched her newest addition begin to spring to life.
Grabbing his hard-on in his hand he was amazed with the feeling that it
produced. Thinking, "Why not," he began stroking gently at first and then
with more force as the climax began to build. Standing over the toilet, he
finished himself off, moaning with the peak, and then breathing heavily
afterwards as he finished pumping his spunk into the toilet. Hearing a
soft, "Ahem" from behind him, he spun around, and immediately turned red
with embarrassment as she saw Erica leaning against the doorframe.
"Well, that was kind of a waste, wasn't it? Enjoy yourself?" Erica said
with a smirk.
"As a matter of fact, yeah - I thought you were still asleep."
"Would have been a nice way to wake up though, I could have taken care of
that for you," Erica replied, now moving into the bathroom and sliding up
to Sandy.
"You know, you're sounding more like a woman all the time - and a horny
one at that. This change isn't affecting you that much is it?" Sandy
asked.
"I dunno - it's weird. I know that I'm still turned on by other women, but
looking at you Sandy, all I want to do is gobble you up. I'm feeling more
comfortable in this body with every passing day - it's starting to scare
me a little. Once more, I haven't thought about work once in the last 3
days, and you know how strange that is. I don't miss it, and I thought I'd
never hear myself say that."
"Hmm, that is definitely out of character for you. Maybe we ought to
search out that old man, see if this is going to permanently affect your
psyche - and mine," as Sandy looked down at himself, now starting to
"grow" again.
"Well, that's something to consider, but have you considered this?" Erica
dropped to her knees and began massaging Sandy's member, bringing it to
full attention. "I mean, I never considered doing this to anyone
before..." as she began kissing and gently sucking on Sandy's very hard
cock.
"Oh my God..." Sandy moaned, as he leaned back against the sink. "That
feels... umm... ohhh... so good...." He gently placed her hands on Erica's
shoulders, as Erica began to get into a rhythm. "Oh, yeah... Oh man....
Here I come...." And began to buck her hips, now moving in and out of
Erica's mouth. "OH!!!"
Wiping her lips, Erica said, "Now wasn't that more fun than just one?"
smiling at Sandy.
"Definitely. But now that you've eaten, it's my turn for a snack." Sandy
once again picked up a squealing Erica and deposited her on the bed.
Returning the favor didn't take long for Sandy, but made sure that Erica
hit the top at least three times.
"Okay, we gotta stop. We'll end up in bed the whole day," Sandy said,
standing up and wiping her face off. We gotta get ready for the beach -
remember?"
"Oh poo, you're no fun at all" Erica pouted. "Hey, are you going to do
something about that face of yours?"
"What do you mean? What's wrong with my face?" Sandy asked.
"Oh nothing, you just look like one of those photographs that people gin
up - putting a woman's head on a man's body, and vice versa." Erica
laughed.
"I guess I do look kind of like a circus freak - kind of like the bearded
lady - but in reverse." Sandy said.
Erica giggled, "Yeah - your hair is totally wrong for a man's hair too -
even for those that wear it long. Should be fun. Here, let me get this."
She grabbed the tanning lotion and wiped it on the spot that Sandy had
missed on her back, and watched, amazed as the area bulked up. Small as it
was, it made a difference. "Oh, and don't forget this!" She swiped her
hand across Sandy's throat.
Sandy immediately doubled over, holding her hands to her throat.
"What....did....you....ahhhhrrrg.....do!!?" The "do" was at least 2
octaves lower than the "What". Erica hugged Sandy, alarmed - "Are you
okay?"
"Yeah - just took me by sur...Oh wow..." Sandy's voice was now coming in a
deep baritone - sending little shivers up Erica's spine.
"Oh Sandy, you sound, delicious." Erica began licking her teeth. "Now
let's get your face..." She started towards Sandy's face but Sandy stopped
her.
"Nah, leave it for now. Now let's get ready to go," Sandy said, grinning.
"Only if you promise not to say anything else; I won't be able to control
myself," Erica said, every word dripping with, "I dare you."
"Like what?" Sandy asked.
"Like that!" Erica squealed and ended up delaying their packing for
another hour.
Out on the road, there wasn't much talking being done as Sandy drove
Eric's sportscar towards the beach. Both Sandy and Erica were lost in
thoughts of self reflection. Both were of course thinking of all that had
transpired over the last few days, and how strange, interesting and
wonderful it had turned out. Both Sandy and Erica were more relaxed with
themselves and each other than they had been since either could remember,
and even the silence that they shared now wasn't the least bit
uncomfortable.
Finally, Erica looked over at Sandy and giggled.
Sandy smiled, "What?"
"Oh, I was just thinking, what the reaction of a couple of the guys at
work would be if they could see us."
Sandy laughed, "Do you really think they'd recognize us?"
Erica smiled, "I guess not. It'd be fun to see how they'd react if they
'did' see us. I know that Paul would probably cream in his pants at the
sight of me, and I know a couple of ladies there that would probably sign
up to have your babies."
"Something tells me we're going to get ogled at sufficiently while at the
beach. I'm serious Eric, I don't want you thinking about work right now.
You've got the week off, you obviously couldn't go in if you tried, and we
left your computer at home, so you can't even work that way. Don't even go
there." Sandy's mood was darkening with mention of Eric's office, and
Erica immediately tried to diffuse the situation.
"Don't worry honey, I wasn't thinking about projects or anything - just
what the reactions of all the folks there would be." Just then, Eric's
cell phone began to ring.
"Oh God Eric, who is it?" Sandy asked.
"Oh, it's just Brad, hang on a sec," Eric began to push the answer button.
"Wait! What are you doing? Think about what he's going to hear when you
answer the phone."
"Shit. How could I forget? Ah well, I'll let the voice mail pick up."
"Good idea. And while you're at it turn that thing off. It's not like you
can answer any questions like you are right now anyway."
Back at Eric's office, things were, in pieces.
"Did you get a hold of him yet?" Mr. Corouthers asked, more like shouted,
at Brad.
"No, I just keep getting his voicemail," Brad said, "I've left half a
dozen messages. He must have his phone off."
"Any idea where he went? We gotta find him. We're gonna lose this deal if
we don't. It's not like Eric to be incommunicado for this long. I hope
nothing's wrong." Corouthers began to pace around the floor. "Okay, here's
what we're going to do. Brad - get over to his house, see if he's there.
You still have a key right? If he's there, I don't care how sick he might
be, get him here. If he's not, see if you can figure out where they went."
"Got it - what about Adams? He's been calling for Brad a couple of times a
day asking about that lunch date that Eric promised him. He's not going to
take rejection well, especially if Eric just 'blew town'." (Inwardly, Eric
giggled, remembering the way that Eric looked the day of the
presentation).
Corouthers opined, "Let me handle Adams, Wilkes. You just find Eric. I
don't care what shape he's in, he's got to pull our ass out of the fire."
Corouthers stepped back in his office and slammed the door.
Brad remained thoughtful, "Eric, where did you go?"
At that moment, Erica was pulling into the parking lot of the beach house
that the company kept for its executives. Erica (as Eric) had brought
Sandy here several times since becoming the up and comer that he had
established himself at, but had never really spent a long amount of time
there, since Eric had been so tied to his work. Now they were looking
forward to a week without worry. However, the phone call from Brad had
Erica wondering what was important enough to call him on "sick leave".
So while Sandy was emptying the bags out of the car ("he" was the strong
one now, after all), she stole away to the back porch of the house and
turned her phone on.
"12 messages? Good grief! What's going on?" She punched in her password
for her voicemail and began to listen...
"Eric, it's Brad. I know you're sick, but I need you to call us up here."
"Eric, it's Brad again, where are you man? We're in deep here, need you to
call us."
"Eric, Jesus man - you must be in bad shape. We're in worse shape. CALL
ME."
"Hi, this is Cindy from Sienna Global Marketing. We have a great...."
"Eric, man, you gotta call me back!!!"
Click, Click, Click, Click, Click, Click
"Eric, I'm at your house man, where are you? I thought you were supposed
to be sick! Corouthers is gonna be pissed. Call me, NOW."
Just as she was listening to the last message, the phone rang in Erica's
hand. Out of sheer habit, she pressed the call button, "Hello?"
It was Brad. "Um, uh hi. I was trying to reach Eric?"
Erica said, "Yeah Brad, it's me."
"Who's you? Sandy? That you?" Brad's confusion bled through the phone.
Erica winced, "Um, no, I meant it's me, uh, um, Crissy, Eric's cousin."
Brad sounded even more confused, "Cousin huh? I didn't know he had a
cousin. Oh well, where's Eric? I gotta talk to him, and what are you doing
with his phone?"
Erica desperately racked her brain trying to think of something to tell
Brad, "Uh, he's not here..."
Brad said, "I know that sweetheart, otherwise I'd be talking to him, and
not you. Now, where is he?"
"Um, he went out, and forgot his phone. I'm here with um, Sandy, and he
said he'd be gone for a while."
Suspicious now, Brad said, "Eric NEVER forgets his phone. Sandy's there?
Lemme talk to her."
Erica was in pain now, 'Oh shit!' "Um, Sandy can't come to the phone
either, she's busy."
Brad began to get really ticked. "Put Sandy on the phone now. If you
don't, I'm gonna call the police. Where's Eric?"
Erica sighed, "Okay, Brad, here's the deal. Don't call the cops. Please.
I'll tell you where Eric's at, but you need to do something first. You're
at the house - inside?"
Brad said, "Yeah - nobody's here. Tell me why I shouldn't call the
police."
"Okay, go to the bathroom - the master bathroom upstairs, and get the bag
of pink disposable razors, the shaving gel on the tub, and the tanning
cream by the sink..."
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT - RAZORS AND TANNING CREAM? WHERE THE
HELL IS ERIC?" Brad screamed into the phone.
"STOP SCREAMING AT ME! If you don't do what I tell you, you won't see Eric
for a long time! Now do what I told you, DO NOT CALL THE POLICE, and come
out to the beach house! Now!" Erica trembled as she hung up the phone.
"What's going on?" Erica startled as Sandy came up behind her and put his
arms around her.
"Brad's coming to the beach house." Erica's lower lip began to tremble.
"WHAT? Why? What did you tell him?" Sandy panicked.
"Nothing, he...he....threatened to call the police, and I didn't know what
to do, so I had him grab the stuff and come out. I'm so sorry...." Erica
grabbed Sandy and began to sob.
"It's okay..." Sandy tried to make it sound much less hollow than it
sounded.
"It's OKAY? Are you out of your mind? How are we going to explain this?
Oh, Brad, yeah, I'm the woman you were talking to on the phone, and by the
way, I'm your best friend, even though I look like a supermodel or a
Playboy centerfold. He's gonna have us both locked up! I hate this! I've
never felt like this before! I've always been in control! How more out of
control can things get?!" Erica sputtered.
Sandy chortled, "You are soooo cute when you're angry. Erica, look at me."
Erica glanced up, "What?" She looked back down and continued to pout.
"No, really look at me. What do you see?" Sandy gently took Erica's chin
and guided her gaze up to his face.
"I see you okay? What do you want me to say?"
"You still have some male in you after all huh? Can't see right what's in
front of your FACE?" Sandy smiled a little knowing smile.
"Ohmygosh, you still have your face and hair! Even if Brad doesn't believe
I'm me..."
"...he'll know something's weird because I still have my face. You got it
now. He's in for some surprise isn't he?" Sandy laughed.
Erica smiled, "Yeah - I guess he is."
Sandy laughed, "Oh, this could be fun...". He turned towards the road as
he heard an approaching car, moving fast. "That must be him, let's get
inside. Go change into your bikini." At a questioning glance from Erica,
Sandy said, "Trust me."
Brad pushed the Camaro as fast as he dared on the twisting road down to
the beach house. A thousand things were going through his mind, none of
which had made sense. He had done what the bitch on the phone had asked,
and grabbed the razors? (of all things) and jumped into the car. He'd
called Corouthers, and told him he may have found Eric, but needed to go
check something out first. Corouthers had known something was up by the
sound of Brad's voice, and wanted to know what was wrong. Brad had
demurred, telling him that he'd call him later - but to call him in an
hour if Brad hadn't called back.
The Camaro's engine purred, handling the extra speed nicely. The beach
house came into view, and Brad saw two figures step into the house - one a
large man with long blond hair, and what appeared to be a very attractive
redhead. The engine protested as he downshifted to bleed off the speed,
and he screeched to a stop in front of the beach house.
Leaping out of the car, he ran up to the door of the beach house and
immediately began pounding for all he was worth. The door cracked open and
to his surprise, Sandy's face poked out of the space. She was smiling a
weird little smile, and something else was wrong - the angle. Was she
standing on something?
"Sandy? What's going on? Where's Eric?" Brad began pushing his way into
the house.
Sandy said nothing, put a finger to her lips in a "shhh" gesture, and then
before Brad knew what was happening, a very large, hairy arm reached
through the crack in the door and pulled him inside. Because he had
already begun pushing his way in, his momentum carried him across the room
and he plopped onto the couch.
"Sandy, what the hell was that... OH MY GOD! WHAT HAPPENED?" Brad now had
full view of Sandy, now tricked out in only a pair of Speedos, posing like
a bodybuilder.
The last thing he saw before he passed out was a flash of red hair at the
periphery of his vision, which quickly became obscured by the black
closing in. He slumped to the couch and was still.
Brad began to wake up from his dream. He had been dreaming he was in a
barber chair, being shaved by a beautiful redhead, who was wearing nothing
but a smile and a towel over her shoulder. He woke fully to the sensation
of someone wiping his face and forehead with a damp cloth.
"Oh, look who's awake? Hi Brad!" It was the redhead from the dream -
standing over him with a washrag and a towel, wearing a bikini that left
little to the imagination. She stepped back with a big smile on her
(beautiful!) face, and Brad sat up a little straighter. He realized he had
been moved from the couch to the chair. He was groggy and head felt too
heavy for his neck as he began to fully come to. Snapping out of his
reverie, he demanded, "Who are you, and where's Eric and Sandy? I thought
I saw..."
At that moment, Sandy stepped up next to Erica. Speaking in his deep
baritone, "Um Brad, there are a few things we need to explain, and we need
you to be calm."
Horrified, Brad braced himself in the chair, fighting the urge to climb
over the back of it, "Stay away from me - I don't know why you look like
Sandy, but stay away."
"I look like Sandy because I am Sandy, you twit! Now settle down, and let
us explain." Sandy looked over at Erica, "Just woke up?" Erica nodded.
"Brad, you have to understand, at this moment, you need to keep a very
open mind. Remember when Eric showed up late for that meeting with his
lips all swollen," the redhead's voice was very soothing, allowing Brad to
relax. Her well tanned body in the bikini was also a nice distraction.
"Yeah - what about it? Did he have a severe reaction? Is he in the
hospital? Are you his nurse? I know you're not his cousin; you don't look
anything like anyone in his family..."
Erica giggled, "Oh, well, you could say that Eric developed, um other
swelling as a result of the cause of his swollen lips. He's perfectly okay
though. As a matter of fact, I'd emphasize the perfect part."
"What are you talking about? And you still haven't told my why the gorilla
here has Sandy's face. I'm not buying that it is Sandy. That's
impossible." Brad said, getting nervous again. "Where's Eric? And who is
this?"
"Well buster, whether or not you believe it's me, I am Sandy. And as for
Eric, you've been talking to him, her, for the last 5 minutes." Sandy
stepped back, letting it sink in.
"Wha..wha...what? No! Uh uh. No way. Where the hell is Eric?" Brad was
really starting to panic.
"Brad, it really is me. You remember the razors that I had you bring? And
the tanning cream? They did this to us. I used the razors the morning of
that meeting - dry shaved - and ended up with the jaw and lips of what you
see here. Remember?" Erica held her hands over the top half of her face.
"Later, after my 5:00 shadow started to grow in, the effect wore off."
Brad peered closely at Erica, "Yeah, okay, your lips do seem familiar, I
guess. But if it wore off, why do you look like this? I'm not saying I
believe you, but answer the question."
Erica looked at Sandy, "Well, later that night, Sandy and I 'experimented'
a bit. She shaved my chest, and I ended up with this rack..."
"And then you went the full monty. Bullshit. Razors don't do that. How do
you explain him - her - whatever," gesturing to Sandy.
Sandy spoke up, "The tanning cream. Neither one of us really read the
instructions on the stuff before we used it. Now we're like this, for at
least a couple of weeks."
Brad settled back into the chair, and scratched the top of his head
absently. "No, I don't - can't believe it. This is some kind of game,
coupled with hypnosis or something. I'm delusional. I must've hit my head
when I fainted."
Sandy sighed and looked at Eric. "He still doesn't believe us. Just what
are we going to do," he said with a twinkle in his eye.
Erica smirked, "I guess we're going to have to show him." Erica grabbed
the jar of tanning cream and put a finger in it, "C'mere sweetie."
Sandy bent closer to Erica, "What did you have in mind?"
Erica said, "Not much. Just a little demonstration. Hold still." She took
her delicate finger with the tanning lotion on it, and applied some to
Sandy's jawline, on her chin, and over her lips. Wiping her finger off,
she looked at Brad, and said, "Now watch."
Brad watched in fascination as Sandy's jaw, chin, and lips reshaped
themselves into a more masculine build. He even developed a cleft chin.
Then after that was done, much to everyone's surprise, a neatly trimmed
beard and mustache appeared where Erica had applied the lotion.
"Now that feels different," Sandy remarked as he stroked his new facial
hair. "I wish you'd told me you were going to do that - I thought we were
going to keep my face the way it was."
"You still have your hair and eyebrows honey - kinda fits the whole
'bearded lady' thing we were talking about," Erica opined.
"True. Well Brad, what do you think? Convinced yet?" Sandy asked.
"No, that was a cheap magician's trick. Well done, but pretty cheesy."
"If you think so, why don't you give it a tug?" Sandy bent down to Brad,
who obligingly grabbed a tuft of the new beard and gave a yank. "OUCH! Not
so hard! You're gonna rip my face off!"
"That's some glue that you're using there." Brad said defiantly.
"Okay, you're not convinced. Fair enough. Tell you what - it's almost
lunchtime. Why don't you go freshen up, I'll make lunch, and we can talk
some more. If you're still not convinced by then, we'll go from there. But
I don't think it'll be a problem," Erica said, as she put her arm around
Sandy's waist.
"Alright, but I'm not gonna put up with this mystery shit for much longer.
You two better have some better answers for me by the time I get back out
here," Brad said.
Sandy chortled, "Oh, I don't think that'll be a problem."
Erica and Sandy headed for the kitchen while Brad headed for the bathroom.
"How long do you think it'll take him before he notices?" Erica asked.
Just then, a howl was heard from the nether parts of the house, and then a
loud thump. Sandy sighed, "Oh, not long. Guess I'll go pick him up off the
floor again."
"Thanks love," Erica said, and continued making lunch.
To be concluded...
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