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Business Opportunity By Julie O Edited by Amelia R. Chapter 1 "Hi, may I take your order?" asked the thin young man from behind the counter of the coffee house. "Yes, I'll take a tall chai, please," replied the woman. She then smiled as she read the man's nametag. "Greg? Greg Johanson? I thought that was you!" He stopped for a moment and then scratched his head. Then his eyes lit up. "Ashley?" He had known Ashley Brooks from high school, but he barely recognized her now. She had always been pretty, but now she was incredibly good looking, no... she was now stunning. She had filled out and now had a very sexy body. She was dressed in a tight fitting low cut dress that showed off her ample breasts. Her makeup and hair only added to her sexy appearance. He wasn't sure what she did for a living, but whatever it was, she was doing well. She had on expensive jewelry and had a designer bag. She nodded. "It's been a while. I thought you went to state college; what are you doing here?" He shrugged his shoulders. "I did, but I had to quit and move back here." "What happened?" she asked. Greg glanced over at her as he prepared her drink. "I couldn't afford it, and with my parents divorcing, they've been too wrapped up in taking each other to court to help me." "I'm sorry to hear that," she replied. "I'm taking some classes at community college," he said. "What are you doing these days?" He handed her the cup of tea. She just smiled. "It's rather complicated, but I love my job. In fact, that's why I'm back in town; I'm here to see a customer." "Are you in sales?" he asked. He wondered what she did, as it was only a few years since they had graduated high school. She laughed. "Something like that. Look, why don't we get together? I'm free tomorrow." "I'd like that," he replied. "Great. I'm staying over at the Warren Inn, room 63. Why don't you come over tomorrow at seven, and we'll go to dinner?" His eyebrows rose. The Warren Inn was very expensive and exclusive. "Sure." "Great, I can't wait to see you." Chapter 2 Ashley immediately pulled her cell phone out of her bag when she left the coffeehouse. "Ron, you know that opening you were trying to fill? Well, I think I found the perfect candidate," she said. "Really? Tell me about it," replied Ron Flynn. "Well, he's a boy I knew in school; he's the right size - short, thin, with shoulder length light brown hair." "Okay, that's a good start; tell me more," said Ron. "Well, I know he'll pass quite nicely. I once saw him dressed up at a Halloween party, and trust me, it won't take much to make him into a real beauty." "Yeah, but will he go along with the rest?" "Maybe...remember I was a little hesitant at first too," she replied. "I have a feeling about him. At that party, well, he got hit on by a few guys, and he didn't seem that upset about it." "That's a good sign," stated Ron. "I also remember a friend who dated him, and she said he kissed like a girl," added Ashley. "And how did your friend know what a girl kissed like? Maybe you should recruit her?" Ashley laughed. "Sarah is too butch for your needs. No, I think Greg will fit in better." "Greg? Hmm, how about Gaby? That seems more appropriate," he said. "That might work. I'll be seeing him tomorrow evening, and I should know pretty quickly if he... make that she is acceptable." "Okay, Ashley. By the way, if this Gaby works out, then you'll get a recruitment bonus." Chapter 3 Ron arrived at the Warren Inn. He was wearing his best clothes, which weren't much, just a pair of black jeans and gray long sleeve shirt. Ashley smiled when she met him at the door. "I'm so happy you showed up," she said as she greeted him. "Please come in." Greg walked inside her room, and the affluence caught him off guard. She was staying in a very expensive suite. There was a large living room filled with expensive furniture. It made his one room studio look even worse than it actually was. He wondered again what she did for a living. "Please sit down; do you like champagne?" she asked as she walked past him. Greg noticed that she was dressed in a silk dress than looked like it was poured over her curvaceous body. He was still amazed by how much she had changed since high school. "Um, I've never had it," he replied. "It's wonderful. I drink it all the time," she said. "Please sit down next to me; we have so much to talk about." Greg did as she asked. She handed him a tall thin glass filled with the bubbly golden colored fluid. "Here's to old times and the future!" she stated as she gently touched her glass against his. He smiled and tasted the champagne; she was right, it was very good. "You must be doing very well," he said as he looked around the room. "I mean, we graduated the same year, and if I had stayed at the university I would just be in my last year...." "I quit college my freshman year," she interrupted. "I was given a better career opportunity." "Obviously, you made the right choice," he said. Ashley nodded as she sipped more of her champagne. At the same time, she was studying the young man in front of her. He had very silky thick hair that would style quite nicely, although she suspected that he would look better as a blonde. His facial shape would adapt very easily to being female. He also had very pretty blue eyes, dark sapphire colored eyes that would be very attractive with the right makeup. If he had a beard it was very light, as she couldn't see any stubble. Her eyes took in his whole body. The one thing she noticed immediately was that he had thin arms and wrists. The lack of a muscular body would speed up his transformation, she thought. Ashley also took in the fact that he obviously lacked money. His outfit wasn't new, and he wore a cheap electronic watch. "Greg, what do you want out of life?" she asked. "I mean, what do you want to do?" "I originally wanted to be a teacher, but after seeing how much the lawyers who have been working for my parents make, I wouldn't mind doing that." Ashley hid her smile as she sipped more champagne. Good, the boy wants money, she thought. "I mean, my dad's lawyer drive a freakin Ferrari!" he continued. "They're nice, but not very practical. I have a BMW," she commented. "Wow. I don't even have a car. All I have is a barely running Vespa." She refilled his flute. "Those are so cute," she said. She noticed he seemed to blush when she said cute, another good sign. "I guess you'd prefer something bigger." Greg drank more of the champagne. "I could just use a change." Ashley took his flute from his hand and set it down on the glass-topped coffee table. Without a word, she leaned over and kissed him, pulling him closer to her. She wanted to quickly see how he would respond - would he try to take control or would he follow her lead? As she'd hoped, he seemed to accept that she was in charge. She also noted that Sarah was right; Greg kissed like a girl. Chapter 4 Greg was caught off guard by Ashley's actions, but he made no efforts to fight them. She was very aggressive, almost masculine in her actions, he thought. He could feel her hands expertly unbutton his shirt. "Let's go to the bedroom, Greg. I think you'll be more comfortable there," she whispered. Greg nodded; he was too caught up to speak. On the king-sized bed, Ashley had Greg lie down on his back; she straddled him and held him down as she continued to seduce him. It was going better that she could have hoped. Granted, with the training she had received in the past few years, Greg didn't stand much of a chance. She was an expert in the sexual arts now, and he was as vulnerable as milk cow on the Serengeti. Ashley undressed herself while continuing to straddle him. She wanted to tease him and show that she was the one in control. When her bra came off, she cupped her large breasts and stroked her nipples. "You want them, don't you? Tell me, Greg; tell me how you want me." Greg looked up at her and nodded. "Please...please... I want them." She reached down and guided his hands to her breasts. Ashley made love to him, although she remained in charge throughout the entire sexual act. She was pleased that he made no efforts to try to take the dominant role and seemed content to be the submissive. She would build on this and cultivate it until it became second nature. Greg looked up at her as if to speak, and she shook her head, placing a finger to his lips. "Just lay back and absorb it, sweetie," she whispered. Greg nodded. "You're very sweet, too sweet to be a boy," she continued as she slid down next to him. She ran her sculptured nails over his hairless chest, picturing how much better it would look with large round breasts. Greg turned to her with a slightly confused look on his face. Ashley decided to go for broke, no sense in stretching this out. "Greg... not, that's not a good name for you... too masculine... no, you deserve a pretty name... a softer name... how about I call you Gabriella....Gaby for short? Do you like that, my sweet Gaby?" Greg didn't know how to respond; he just stared back. "I remember how sexy and pretty you looked as a girl back in high school - too pretty... too sexy... to be a boy. Gaby, let me dress you up, let me show you how you can look; would you like that?" she asked as her nails ran against his nipples. His breathing got heavier, and she knew that she had touched a nerve. "You want a body like mine, don't you? You'd love to have big beautiful breasts like mine?" Greg nodded. "Then let me start the metamorphosis and dress you up." "Okay... why not?" he replied in a barely audible voice. "Gaby, you want to dress like the other girls do, don't you? You don't want to be a boy do you?" Gaby slowly shook her head. Ashley smiled and kissed him strongly to reinforce her control over him - rather make that her control over Gaby. "You're not a boy are you?" Gaby continued to shake her head. "I will make you beautiful; you want that, you crave that, don't you?" "Yes, make me into a girl." Chapter 5 Gaby ran her hands over her now smooth legs as she sat on the edge of the bed. In the past hours she had been changed by Ashley. Her body was now smooth and hairless all over, with the exception of a small triangular patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair. The hair on her head was now curled. Ashley had done it with a curling iron and she noted how much better it looked. Gaby looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was now made up with heavy makeup; it gave her a sexy and exotic look. It was also amazing how much larger her eyes looked. Her stud earrings were gone and replaced with small 14 karat gold hoops. Gaby noted that it hadn't taken Ashley very long to transform her. The scary thing was, Gaby almost wished that the changes were permanent. As a guy, she was joke, but as Gaby, she was hot! She couldn't get over the fact that she was so much better looking as a woman. She remembered the Halloween party and how Sarah had dressed her up as a slutty looking cheerleader. It had been one of the best nights of her life. Ashley noted the change in Gaby's demeanor and smiled. It was going better than she could have hoped. She would finish dressing Gaby and then make love to her again, this time reinforcing Gaby's new status; hopefully, the imprints would stick. Ashley dressed Gaby in top of the line lingerie, pleased that her estimate of Gaby's sizes had been correct. The black push-up bra actually created an illusion of small breasts, Ashley noted. To complete the look, she dressed Gaby in silk stockings and attached them to a garter belt. Next, she helped Gaby into a pair of matching black lace panties. "You look so sexy, Gaby, so feminine, so pretty," cooed Ashley as she helped Gaby into a pair of black four inch pumps. "You'll look so pretty in heels. Now, stand up, my sweet." Ashley smiled as Gaby struggled to balance in the heels. "Try walking in them, my sweet," ordered Ashley. "Take your time; sway your hips." Gaby did as ordered and with each step seemed to gain confidence. "They take some getting used to." "I know," said Ashley. "Now, let's go have some more champagne." Chapter 6 Ashley sat next to Gaby. Both were dressed in only bras, panties, stockings and heels. "Why?" asked Gaby. "I mean, why did you do this to me?" "Why...why not? You look so pretty, Gaby; why would you want to be a boy?" She handed Gaby another full flute of champagne. "Thank you. So, is this what you do for a living?" asked Gaby after sipping her drink. Ashley shook her head. "No, but I see potential in you, just like my boss saw potential in me." "What do you do?" asked Gaby. "I'm a professional escort," replied Ashley in a matter of fact way. She didn't see any sense in lying to Gaby. "Now, I'm not a prostitute. I don't stand on a street corner or anything like that. I fly around the country and date rich clients. They purchase my time. If things go beyond that, they compensate me appropriately." Gaby stared back in shock. Ashley laughed. "I know, it's hard to believe, but that's my job. I was recruited in college. My boss, Ron Flynn, paid for my surgery to give me a better body and taught me to be cultured. He also taught me how to please my clients." "And you don't mind?" Ashley cocked her head back and laughed loudly. "Mind? No, not at all. Gaby, I was studying to be an accountant. I now have an accountant working for me. I own a condo, two cars, and am putting enough away into my investments so that I can retire by the time I'm thirty. I fly all over the country, rather make that all over the world, stay in the finest hotels, eat in the best restaurants, and get paid very well for what I do. Why would I mind?" Gaby didn't know what to say. "Look, my clients are rich and powerful. They want to have fun without the restraints of being in a relationship. I fulfill a need, and you can do the same, my sweet Gaby." "You... you want me to work for you?" asked Gaby. "Not for me... with me. A girl like you could become could earn a great life. Now, I know you like girls, but have you ever been with a man?" Gaby stared back as if she was thinking of an answer. "I take that as a yes," replied Ashley. "It's okay, sweetie; why don't you tell me all about it?" Gaby drained the flute and held it out for a refill. "I was studying late one night, and after leaving the library, I headed to a campus bar to relax. Another student began to talk to me. At first I thought he was just being friendly," explained Gaby. She took another sip of champagne. "He then told me how pretty I looked. Before I knew what was happening, we were back at his apartment." Ashley reached over and placed her hand on top of Gaby's. "It's okay, sweetie." Gaby nodded nervously. "I gave him oral." "Is that all?" Gaby shook her head. "No, we sort of dated for a while. I guess I became his girlfriend. He didn't dress me up like this or anything, but he called me his kitten and things like that. Frank was nice, and I felt good when I was with him." "Did he make love to you?" Gaby nodded and her head dropped down. "And you're ashamed because you liked it, right?" Gaby nodded again. "It's okay, sweetie. I like oral sex too," she replied. Inside, she was ecstatic, knowing she had picked right. Gaby would make a fine courtesan. "I stopped seeing him last year when I had to move back here. I haven't been with anyone since then, male or female. I did have a physical and I'm clean," continued Gaby. "I'm glad to hear that, Gaby," said Ashley. "Was that the only time you've been with a man?" Gaby shook her head. "Will you tell me about it?" "It was back in high school at the Halloween party. Sarah dressed me up because I lost a bet to her. Anyway, I got hit on a lot at the party, even after they knew I was a guy. I caught a ride home with two of my buddies, you remember Bob and Kyle?" Ashley nodded. "Well, we stopped at Kyle's place and had some beer. The next thing I knew, I was on my knees giving Kyle a blowjob. I then did the same to Bob." "What happened then?" "Nothing, we all agreed not to say a thing about it," said Gaby. "I saw Kyle last year. He's living with another man," said Ashley. "I had no idea. I tried to repress the feelings I had that night," continued Gaby. "Well, I'm staying here for a few days so I can start changing you. There's no need for you to repress these feelings anymore. You're very feminine, Gaby; you know that, right? Too feminine to be a boy." Gaby stared back. "And your present life is nothing exciting, right?" asked Ashley "True," whispered Gaby. "Okay, then why not change? I can help you become a gorgeous looking woman," continued Ashley. She then reached down and ran her fingers across Gaby's clit. "This will make you very sought after. You'd be surprised by the people who crave a woman like you. They will pay you very well for the honor of being in your company." "You mean that?" asked Gaby. Ashley leaned over and kissed Gaby on the lips. "Yes, my sweet. I can get you started on special treatments that will fill out your body. Combined with surgery, you will be stunning. You remember what I used to look like? Well, look at me now!" Gaby nodded. She remembered Ashley as pretty but nowhere near the beauty she presently was. "And as you change physically, I will train you how to do your new job. I will teach you to be cultured and sophisticated. I will teach you how to pleasure your sexual partners, both male and female," continued Ashley. "I want you to close down your life here and move in with me. Let me." "Where do you live?" asked Gaby. "I have a nice place north of Los Angeles, within walking distance to the beach, and I hate living alone. We would have so much fun together." Gaby bit her lower lip as she thought about the offer. Ashley was right; what did she have here? A crappy little studio, a barely running Vespa, a shitty job, and no real future; maybe a change was in order? Her mind turned to her family. They barely acknowledged her now, too concerned over screwing each other in court. No, they wouldn't miss her. Her, that had a nice sound to it; she liked the idea of being a woman - well, not quite a woman, but close enough. "You don't have to make up your mind right now, Gaby. But I wanted to be upfront with you. If you say no, then we part ways, no big deal. I'm not going to force you into this or blackmail you. I want you to do this out of your own free will. But I'm offering you a great opportunity. Obviously, you don't mind being perceived as a woman. I didn't have to work that hard to change you. You like women and are comfortable being with a man, so I'm not forcing that on you," stated Ashley. "Opportunity doesn't knock twice." "I know. I have a lot to think about," said Gaby. "Don't think about it right now. Let's go to bed. Let me make love to you, Gaby; let me fuck you like the woman you are meant to be," continued Ashley. Gaby began to breathe heavily. Ashley reached over and took the flute from Gaby's hands. She then led Gaby back into the bedroom. "Now, please keep an open mind. Don't apply male beliefs to what we're about to do," instructed Ashley as she reached into a dresser drawer. She pulled out a strap-on double-ended dildo. "I'm going to make love to you, Gaby. I'm going to fuck you, and you want it, right?" Gaby looked up from the bed and nodded. "Tell me; tell me how you want me to fuck you," ordered Ashley as she moved closer to Gaby. "Please... please, fuck me," begged Gaby. "You will love this, my sweet," said Ashley as she began to cuddle up to Gaby. Chapter 7 "I'm going to quit my job this morning," stated Gaby as she sipped her coffee. "You mean that?" asked Ashley. She could barely contain her joy. Yes, she was happy that she would be helping Ron, but she had grown quite fond of Gaby. She wanted a friend who she could confide in and also a sometimes lover. There was something very sexy about a feminized boy. They were sitting at the table in the dining area of the suite, eating breakfast. Both were wearing short silk Japanese style robes. "What about your place?" asked Ashley. "Most of my stuff can go right in the dumpster," said Gaby. "All I really want are my photos, books, camera, stereo, and computer. I'm on a monthly lease, so leaving won't be a problem. I can give the Vespa to a friend at the coffeehouse." "Good," replied Ashley. "I'll call my doctor back in California and set up an appointment for you. We need to get you ready as quickly as possible." "I'd like that," replied Gaby. She then looked at Ashley with a serious look on her face. "I'm not doing this just for the money. It's for the freedom too. I've been confused about my sexuality and gender at times, and last night proved to me that I was meant to be a woman." "You don't have to justify it to me, Gaby," replied Ashley. "So why did you do it?" asked Gaby. "I was bored. I wanted something beyond my means. I also love sex. When I was offered a chance to change, I never looked back. I went from being pleasant looking to beautiful. I love to travel too." "How were you recruited for this?" asked Gaby. "I was at a party; actually, I was working at the party. I had a job for a catering firm. I took the job not for the money, but to be close to the action. I wanted to see the rich and famous. Ron Flynn was at the party and saw something in me, I don't know what it was, but he called me a few days later and took me out to dinner. It was a very expensive place. I later found out he was grading me; obviously, I passed. He offered me the position, and I immediately took it." "And no regrets?" "Only that I didn't start sooner," replied Ashley. "Look, I provide a service to adults. No one is being forced or degraded; my clients treat me well. I mean, I don't judge them for seeking me out, so why should I degrade myself?" "So how will this work?" asked Gaby. "Ron arranges our dates. He screens them and insures that they are legitimate and clean. They pay him; we get a percentage for each date we go on, usually 15 percent, sometimes more depending on the client. The real money is in the tip that follows." "What if they don't tip?" asked Gaby. "Then they are cut off, at least from Ron's business. He really looks out for us. And he also lets his business associates know, so the deadbeats are cut off." "How long do you have to work for him?" asked Gaby. "Five years, at first. But I plan on working for him for more than that. About half my clients are regulars, and they treat me well. I like being with them. I've gone to Cannes; I've gone to the Super Bowl. I've been with movie stars to politicians to famous athletes to millionaires. I like what I do; no, make that I love what I do. I mean, I am paid for a service, no different that any other businesswoman, except I make more money." "I see your point," said Gaby. "Gaby, I enjoy what I do, and I'm good at it. Yes, sex is part of the job; it's not the only part. I'm managing to put enough away that I'll be set for life soon. After that I can do what I want for the rest of my life, what's wrong with that?" Gaby shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing I guess." "What else do you want to know?" Gaby paused for a second before answering. "What do most of them want, if you know what I mean?" Ashley chuckled. "Well, I guess most of my clients want straight sex, but others want things more exotic. That's part of the contract. You'll know ahead of time what the tastes of the clients are. You also have the right to decline a client if you don't like them or what they want." "Have you done that?" She nodded. "I had one, a rather famous athlete, and he stunk. I mean, he had really had body odor, and don't get me started on his breath!" Gaby laughed. "Being you're bisexual, you'll get even more clients. You'd be surprised how many women want someone like you," continued Ashley. "Ron prefers his employees being bi; it makes them more versatile." "What about you, do you go out with other women?" Ashley nodded. "Not too often, but I love it." "So does every date end up with sex?" Ashley shook her head. "I've been with clients and not had sex too - granted that doesn't happen too often, but it does with some of my regulars," continued Ashley. "They want a woman to be with them for show. I see one man; he's a producer, and he's very much in the closet. We've never had sex, but he's very nice. I think he'd like you a lot!" "So there are really people like that looking for girls like me?" asked Gaby as she ate a piece of muffin. "Oh, yes. Ron has been asking us to look for someone like you. I was in town for a client, and I sought you out. I always suspected that you would make a good girl." "Really?" Ashley nodded. "Sarah told me about you; she said that you seemed to like dressing up a lot. She didn't tell me about the other things." "She didn't know," replied Gaby as she remembered being with Sarah. "So when do we start?" "I called Ron this morning, and he definitely wants you. He'll also handle the legal side of your change, as I assume you'll want your name changed." "I hadn't thought of that." "He looks after us. Technically, you could call him a pimp, but he's more like our business manager. He's very nice and protects us," stated Ashley. "In some ways, he's like a second father. He doesn't abuse us, and as far as I know, he's never had sex with one of his employees. He has a few men who work for him, and they teach new employees how to be a sexual expert." "He has men who work for him?" asked Gaby. "Sure, they fill a need, and before you say anything, they're not all gay or even bi; there are a lot of wealthy women out there who are willing to pay for an expert lover," replied Ashley. "And you were trained this way?" asked Gaby. "Sure, I was also taught by another woman. I'll help train you, but Ron will set up some training sessions for you with a man or two." "Okay," replied Gaby. "I suppose it's all part of my employee training." "You're going to love working for him. He's so nice, and Ron treats us all like a big extended family. He even gives us all nice presents for Christmas and our birthdays," said Ashley. She then pointed to her earrings. "He gave me these for my birthday, they're real diamonds." "Very nice. Changing the subject, does your family know what you do?" asked Gaby. "Yes, most of them were shocked, but they've come around somewhat. My sister now works for Ron too. She lives in Vegas," said Ashley. "Gaby, my parents didn't want me to go to college, and so they refused to pay my tuition. I had to bust my ass in high school to get a scholarship. Instead of being proud, they still told me that I wouldn't amount to anything. Last year, I made five times what my parents made...combined! When I bought them a new car last year for Christmas, they accepted that I have a real job, even if it isn't something that they like to hear about." "My parents are going to shit," stated Gaby. She began to giggle. "It'll serve them right, after the hell they've put me through." "You're so bad!" Gaby shook her head. "I'm not doing this to punish them or anything like that. But at the same time, I don't care what they think either. I haven't talked to either of them in two months. Every time I do call, all I hear is complaints about the other. It gets old." "I'm sorry to hear that." "I'm okay. It's time that I moved on with my life. I've thought about what you've told me, and it sounds very appealing," said Gaby. "That's wonderful to hear. We've going to have so much fun," replied Ashley. Chapter 8 It was several days later, and Gaby was sitting in a chair in beauty salon. So much had happened since that first meeting with Ashley. She had moved out of her old place and shipped most of her meager belongings to Ashley's home in California. She had also given her boss two weeks notice. He told her it wasn't necessary and that if she wanted she could leave then. So that's what she did. Now she was sitting in a salon chair with some foul smelling chemical in her hair. Ashley had told her that she would look so sexy as a blonde. Her eyebrows had been waxed and shaped so that they were thin and arched. It hadn't hurt as much as she had thought it would. As she waited for the chemicals to work, she examined her nails. The stylist had attached long nails that were now colored a light pink. She was wearing a designer outfit - one of many picked out by Ashley who'd told her that Ron expected his girls to be classy at all times. She said that they all got a clothing allowance to maintain their appearance. What really struck Gaby was how normal it all felt. She would soon be a professional escort, yet she didn't mind. Ashley was right, their clients just wanted a service; there was no morality to it. Technically, it wasn't even illegal. Gaby shifted her thoughts to living in California. Ashley's home was a condo near the beach in Malibu. Ashley had told her that she never brought clients there. "The area is pretty cool as everyone minds their own business. I'm sure they suspect something, but no one asks any questions; you'll love it," Ashley had told her. Ashley was currently picking up a package that contained Gaby's new ID. Gaby was surprised that Ron had got it so fast, but Ashley said he had the connections. Gaby's new hair style was quite stunning. It was short and slightly spiked. The color was a very light blonde, almost white. The hair stylist had said that it would emphasize Gaby's blue eyes, and she was right. "Well, what do you think?" asked the stylist. "It looks wonderful," replied Gaby truthfully as she ran her fingers through her freshly styled hair. "I love it." Chapter 9 "I really love the new do; it suits you perfectly, Gaby," said Ashley. They were sitting in small bistro, a short walk from the salon. "I can't believe how different it makes me look," said Gaby as she picked through her salad. "You'll have to have your photo retaken for your driver's license," said Ashley as she handed Gaby a small package. Inside was a California driver's license for Gabriella Johanson. The address was for Ashley's home in Malibu. There were also several credit cards. "You'll get your social security card later. This will make flying easier for you," continued Ashley. "Is this real?" asked Gaby as she examined the license. "Yes, as far as I know." "When do I meet Ron?" asked Gaby as she stared at the license. It listed her gender as female. "He's picking us up at LAX. He's very anxious to meet you, my sweet." Gaby nodded as she put the credit cards and license in her wallet. "Now, Gaby, there are some more rules you need to be aware of. You'll get a physical every two months and will have blood work done monthly. That's to protect both you and the clients. Don't worry, the worst that has turned up is one girl got a STD, and that was two years ago. Ron provides us with a fully funded health program; not many companies do that these days." "That's pretty cool," said Gaby. "Okay, what else?" "Second, while drinking is allowed, no illegal drugs; this isn't negotiable. Ron is very serious about this. He'll fire you in a heartbeat if he catches you." "I understand," said Gaby. "I'm clean anyway." "Good. Now, while you're doing your first five years, no dating on the side; it complicates things. The exception is that we can play around." She leaned over and gave Gaby a quick kiss on the lips. Gaby nodded and grinned. "That's nice to hear." "Okay, you have an appointment with Dr. Wu the second day we get back. He'll give you the hormones and set up your plastic surgery. He's very good," said Ashley. "Dr Wu? Isn't that from a song?" Ashley laughed. "Yes, by Steely Dan." She then began to sing the chorus. "Are you with me Doctor Wu?" Gaby laughed. "I love Steely Dan." Ashley nodded in agreement. "Anyway, Dr. Wu likes the song, and he's a great surgeon." "How soon will I be operated on?" "As soon as possible," replied Ashley. "The quicker you get operated on, the faster you will heal." Chapter 10 They were met at baggage claim by a gray haired man in his early fifties. He was wearing a tailored navy suit and looked more like he was a lawyer or a stockbroker. "Ashley, my dear, it is wonderful to see you. And this must be Gaby. I'm very pleased to finally meet you," he said as he hugged each woman. "You're even lovelier than Ashley described." Gaby blushed and managed to stammer out a thank you. "Gaby, this is Ron Flynn," stated Ashley. Gaby seemed shocked. "I...I'm pleased to meet you too," she said, glancing at Ashley. He laughed. "You don't have to say it. I know exactly what you're thinking. You were expecting a younger man, right?" Gaby nodded. "I was a lawyer for twenty plus years and decided to try something new. Now, let's get your bags and head up the coast. We can talk on the way." He waved for a porter to take the bags. The car was a stretch limo. "I don't drive myself anywhere these days," he stated once they were inside. "Why not?" asked Gaby. "I lost my license due to a DUI ten years ago and never reapplied for it. Anyway, I love being driven around." "He was set up by a partner at his firm," explained Ashley She turned towards Ron and shrugged her shoulders. "Sorry, I've heard the story enough times that I know it by heart." He laughed. "It's okay, my dear. Yes, Gaby, I was screwed over by a partner. He wanted my position and had me arrested for DUI. He slipped something in my drink, and the next think I knew I was being booked by the CHP. They said they found me asleep in my car along the side of the Pacific Coast Highway. I assume that I was put there. I lost my job, and while I was reassessing my life, I came up with the idea of my current company. My firm was well connected, and I had dirt on quite a few of the rich and famous. I used this information initially to get established, but now I have lots of friends in high places." "Didn't you want to get back at the guy who set you up?" asked Gaby. He shook his head. "No. My success is my revenge. Besides, he was better at being a scumbag than a lawyer. He was disbarred five years ago and is currently selling used cars in National City just south of San Diego." Gaby shook her head in disbelief. "I know that Ashley has briefed you on how my organization works. You'll be paid a base salary until you start working, then it will be based on the jobs you do. You will sign a five year contract; after that, you can continue working on a year to year basis," he explained. "You also will sign a confidentially contact that states you will not disclose your clients to anyone outside of the organization." Gaby nodded. "I understand fully. I imagine that's how you've become so successful." Ron nodded. "My clients know they can trust me. I've never had a problem." They arrived at Ashley's condo. It was three blocks from the Pacific. After they unloaded the limo, Ron gave them each a hug. "Okay, I'll see you at Dr. Wu's for your appointment," said Ron. "Welcome to the family, Gaby." Chapter 11 Dr Wu ran his hands across Gaby's face, stopping occasionally to make notes. He was a kindly looking Asian man of indeterminate age. Gaby had seen his diplomas and noted their graduation years, but he didn't look that old. "Please get dressed, Ms. Johanson," he stated politely. "When you are ready, please step into my office." Gaby removed the examination gown and redressed. When she entered Dr. Wu's office, she found him sitting in front of a computer. Ron was sitting next to him. "Please, Ms. Johanson, have a look," said Dr. Wu. On the monitor was her nude image; however, it looked very different from her current body. The image was three dimensional and rotated slowly. He moved the cursor to her chest and clicked, which caused it to stop rotating. In addition the image became a close up. "As you can see, your body will look nice with DD sized breasts. I could go smaller, but I think the larger size will look better," said Dr. Wu. He then scrolled down. "I will also give you a smaller waist and larger hips. I will print out copies of this for you if you'd like." She nodded. "Do you use implants?" asked Gaby as she stared at the image of how she would soon look. Dr. Wu shook his head. "No, I dislike the use any anything artificial. Instead, I use a process I developed by transferring your own body fat from one location to another. The hormonal solution I plan to start you on will cause some changes. You would develop B to C cups on your own, but considering your profession, I think you'd want them larger." "Just so you know, Gaby, Ashley underwent a similar operation," said Ron. "Okay," she replied. "Now, I would like to operate on your face first. I will work on your chin and nose and also make your cheeks more prominent. Your voice is very midrange to begin with, so surgery really isn't necessary. I think vocal lessons will be sufficient," explained Dr. Wu. "When?" asked Gaby. "Next Monday?" he asked. "We'll do the breasts and hips in a month." Gaby looked at Ron who nodded. "Okay, that sounds fine," she replied. She remembered Ashley's words about getting started as quickly as possible. "Very good. Now the hormones you will be on are specially designed for someone like you. Yes, they will feminize your body chemistry, and you will sterilized, but you will be able to achieve erections and orgasms," stated Dr. Wu. "Most patients notice that their penis becomes smaller, but the trade off is that it becomes more sensitive. I think you'll enjoy your orgasms more." "When will I notice the changes?" asked Gaby. "A few weeks, maybe less," replied Dr. Wu. "I'll give you an injection today, and then you'll start taking the pills tomorrow. I must also warn you that you'll notice some emotional change very quickly. You will find your emotions looser, but most people seem to enjoy this." "Okay, I trust you, Dr, Wu." "Ms. Johanson, I look forward to assisting you achieve your new body. My nurse will brief you on what you'll need to do prior to surgery. Now, let me give you your injection. Don't worry, it won't hurt a bit." Chapter 12 Two months later, Gaby was soaking in the sun on the deck of the condo. She was wearing a tiny bikini that barely covered her curvaceous body. The deck was on the top floor, and the high wall around the sides allowed for the girls to sunbathe topless or nude if they so desired. The only ones who could possibly see them would have to be in a helicopter, and those were warned to stay away after a threatened lawsuit by a neighbor who also happened to be a top actress. Gaby slipped off her top, but kept her bottom on. It had been specially designed to hold and hide her penis. It was the only sign of her pervious life, as she now looked very feminine. Dr Wu had worked his magic, and Gaby looked fabulous. She still couldn't believe she looked as good as she did, and she got a kick out of the looks she got when she left the condo. "Hey, sweetie, I thought I'd find you up here," said Ashley. She sat down and began to take off her own bikini top and bottom. "I just wanted to grab some sun before tonight," replied Gaby. "You nervous?" "A little. I'm meeting him for dinner, and then we're going to a play. Then we're going back to his penthouse suite at the Beverly Wilshire." "Oooh, you lucky dog, I love that hotel. They have great Jacuzzis in the master bedrooms. The view is also fantastic." "I just hope I do okay," said Gaby. "Honey, you'll do fine. I've taught you everything I know about satisfying a man." Gaby laughed. "Considering where I was a few months ago, you don't have any idea how funny that sounds." "So, no regrets?" asked Ashley as she laid back on lounge chair. "None. My dad is still shocked, but Mom actually wants to talk to me now. She said that she loves the way I look and wants to know who I saw!" "I'm sure Dr. Wu could help her." "Yes, it would be new way for her to spend my dad's money." Ashley laughed. "Well, if you have any problems, call me or Ron." "I'll be fine, as you said, you've trained me well." Chapter 13 Gaby was sitting on a chair looking out at the fantastic view from the balcony. Her client was sound asleep in the bed. They had made love several times that evening, including once on the balcony. Gaby wrapped her arms around herself and felt the thick soft robe against her body. The sex was better than she had thought it would be. His cock wasn't huge, but he knew how to use it. He was an excellent lover. Gaby thought about the sexual techniques that she had been taught in the past months. She was definitely a sexual expert now, and she knew that she had passed her first real test. Her client was sleeping contentedly in the king sized bed. It was strange, she thought; there should be some guilt over what she had done, but there was none. Her life was wonderful, and she loved being feminized. Ashley had been right about everything. Currently, Gaby's schedule was full for the next three months, as a girl like her was in great demand. Currently, she was only one of three transgendered women working for Ron, and she was the only blonde. Ron told her that her looks had created a slight bidding war, which would make them both more money. She got up and headed back to bed. She dropped the robe on the floor and slid carefully back into bed, cuddling up next to her client and drifting off to sleep. Chapter 14 Ashley found Gaby at the caf? located next to the hotel pool. Gaby was sitting at a poolside table, drinking a glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice. Ashley had observed Gaby for a few minutes before approaching. She was very pleased with how Gaby had turned out. "How're you doing, Gaby?" asked Ashley as she sat down next to Gaby. Gaby smiled. "I'm feeling tired, but otherwise I feel wonderful. I had a great time last night." She was dressed in a sundress that had a low cut top. A bag that held her evening clothes was sitting next to her. Ashley sat down. "Tired is good; it means you did your job. No regrets?" "Only that you didn't recruit me sooner," replied Gaby with a grin on her face. "I'm glad to hear that. A lot of girls quit after the first date. This job isn't for everyone," said Ashley. "Was he good to you?" "Yes, a real gentleman, and he was also very generous," replied Gaby. "He also wants to see me again." "I'm glad to hear that. Regulars are nice to have. Now, I want you to see my financial advisor this week, so you can start saving for your retirement," said Ashley. "Thank you for... well... thank you for everything." "You can show you gratitude later, my sweet. I have a few more tricks I want to teach you." Gaby laughed. "I can't wait." "Well then, we'd better head home, my sweet," said Ashley as she blew a kiss Gaby's way. Gaby smiled and stood up. "Well, we'd best be going then." Ashley licked her lips. "I can't wait to get you back into my bed; let's go home." The End -------------------------------------------------------------------------- A special sneak peak at the upcoming story of the college adventures of Jirra, Beth, Celeste, Cat, and other characters from The Julieverse. Coeds By Julie O. Edited By Amelia R. This story features characters from Fresh Start, Change of Course, The Protector series, The Scholarship, and Corruption. Jennifer Stevens appears courtesy of Bob Arnold Chapter 1 "Well, what do you think?" asked Liz Reid. "I can't believe it's the same place," replied her daughter, Jirra. "I can't believe that we totally furnished an apartment in less than a week." "I'm just glad that there's an IKEA nearby," replied Liz. "It sure makes it easier than when I was in college." "I'm just glad we don't have another piece of furniture to put together," said Jirra as she wiped her brow. Jirra was about to start her freshman year at Penn, and she was living in a converted warehouse. Jirra's apartment was on the second floor. Initially, it had looked so bare, with its brick walls, but now it had Georgia O'Keeffe prints on the wall, a gift from the staff of the spa back in New Mexico. Another wall had photos of her family and friends from the spa. The drapes for the windows also made it homier. The pattern was Navaho, and they had been made for her by another member of the staff. There were also several jars and baskets that were Anasazi reproductions. The hardwood floors were now covered by several Navaho rugs. "I don't know why we needed the rugs, I like walking barefoot on the floors," said Jirra. "It's feels nice and cool." "You won't think that way come January," said Liz. "Even with central heating, you'll appreciate the rugs, Roo." "I know; I was just kidding," said Jirra. She looked around her apartment. "I wouldn't have thought that we could merge these two styles, but it works." "Southwestern Viking?" remarked Liz. "All we need is a cactus," said Jirra with a laugh. "I'm sure we can find one, but I think a fern might look more hospitable," replied Liz. Jirra laughed again. "You know, I'm so happy that my place reminds me of home." Liz put her arm around Jirra. "So, you consider the spa home now?" Jirra nodded. "It really didn't hit me until we started the drive back east. I guess it's because there are so many people there that mean a lot to me." "Well, I'm glad to hear that, as I don't plan on moving anytime soon. To be honest, I'm tired of the gypsy lifestyle that I've led my whole adult life." "I hope Dan proposes to you soon," said Jirra. Liz cocked her head and stared back at her daughter. "Come on, we've only been dating for a short time." Dan was a college professor who was currently in charge of an archeological site near the spa. "Still, it's obvious that he likes you...a lot." "And how do you feel about this?" asked Liz. A sly smile was on her face. "I don't mind... and I don't think Dad minds either," Jirra added. Major Travis Reid had been killed in action in Afghanistan. "Thank you, Roo. And for the record, I like Dan a lot too," replied Liz. "Tell you what, let's finish mounting the pictures in your bedroom, and then let's go to dinner." "That sounds like a great idea," replied Jirra. She picked up a large framed movie poster. It was from Alexis Eden's summer blockbuster "The Minotaur." Alexis had it autographed by the all the stars and had sent it to Jirra as a housewarming gift. "You know, next to my computer, this might be the most valuable item in my place. The guy at the framing shop wanted to buy it from me." "It certainly has done well at the box office," noted Liz, as they walked into Jirra's bedroom. "The critics didn't like it, but Alexis said that's normal for a Richard Thorn movie; she said that he makes movie for movie fans not critics." "I thought it was enjoyable, even though the dialog sounded like something from a comic book," said Liz. "Alexis said that was the idea, so teenage boys would pay to see it over and over again. She said Richard told her that critics don't pay to get into a movie and teenage boys often pay several times, so it makes sense to make movies for them," replied Jirra. "Still, I'm more interested in seeing Alexis's new series. It will be worth the extra cost for the premium cable channel to see it." "From what she's told you about it, it should be very good." Alexis was currently making a premium cable series based on the series of detective novels by Faith Collins. Alexis would be playing the Boston based detective Erin Flynn. "Alexis doesn't even mind that she had to dye her hair for the series," added Jirra. "Well, in the books Erin is a redhead," replied Liz. As they finished hanging the poster, there was a knock on the front door. Jirra walked over, and after looking through the peephole, she opened the door. Standing in the hallway was the young woman who owned the building. "I just stopped by to invite you and your mom for dinner," she said. "We're barbecuing on the deck, and I thought it would give you an opportunity to meet some of your neighbors." "That sounds great, Celeste; we were just talking about going out to dinner," replied Jirra. "You want to come in and see what the place looks like?" Celeste nodded and walked in. She was only wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a Penn t-shirt, yet Jirra noticed that, even dressed down, the young blonde woman carried an aura of sophistication. Liz walked out of Jirra's bedroom and smiled. "It's good to see you again, Celeste." "Mom, she invited us to dinner; what do you say?" asked Jirra. "That sounds wonderful," replied Liz. "I was going to ask if you needed anything, but you look like you're pretty well established," said Celeste. "I like what you've done with the place." Celeste scanned the room and smiled when she saw the stuffed toy kangaroo on the couch; she would have to ask Jirra about it some day when they knew each other better. "Well, when you're raised in a military family, you learn how to move," answered Jirra. Celeste was drawn to the photos of New Mexico. "Are these from the spa?" Jirra nodded and began to explain the different photographs. "I may have to take a trip out there; it looks beautiful," noted Celeste. "We'd love to have you, Celeste," said Liz, as she walked out of the bedroom. "Well, it'll have to wait until spring break," replied Celeste. "That's right, you're a fulltime student yourself," answered Liz. Celeste nodded. "Well, I won't keep you; we can talk more over dinner. Is six okay?" Both Jirra and Liz nodded. "Great, I really want you to meet my roommate and some of the others who live here," replied Celeste. "Can we bring anything?" asked Jirra. "Just yourselves," replied Celeste with a smile. Chapter 2 Liz and Jirra arrived a little past six and were greeted at the door by a short woman wearing denim shorts and a gray t-shirt which read "Property of The Agency." The girl was holding a large mixed breed dog back by its collar. "Hi, I'm Beth, and you must be Jirra," she said, as she struggled to hold back the very friendly dog. "This is Spirit, and she can't wait to meet new people." Jirra reached out her hand to be sniffed by the dog, who responded with a big lick. "She's a great looking dog; what is she?" asked Jirra as she began to pet the dog. "Part Lab, part Chesapeake," replied Beth. "Come on in." "This is my mom," introduced Jirra. Beth nodded. "Celeste told me about you; pleased to meet you Dr. Reid," said Beth. "Please call me Liz, Beth," replied Liz. "And pleased to meet you, Spirit." Once they were inside and the door was closed, Beth let go of Spirit's collar. "She's always a little excited when she meets a new person." "I don't mind; I love dogs," replied Jirra. "Come on out to the deck, that's where Celeste and the others are," said Beth. "So, are you going to Penn, too?" asked Liz. "Yes, I'm starting my second year," replied Beth. "What's your major?" asked Jirra. "Cognitive Science, what about you?' asked Beth. "I'm an English major; I really want to become a writer," replied Jirra. "Cool, what sort?' asked Beth. "I haven't decided, but maybe a reporter or something like that," she replied. "That's great," replied Beth. "Cognitive Science, that's pretty impressive too," replied Jirra. "It fits best with what I want to do," replied Beth. "What's that?" asked Jirra. "Law enforcement, both my parents are federal agents," she replied. "We can talk more about that later; come on, let me introduce you to the others." Sitting on the deck were several other people. Celeste was standing over the large gas barbecue and waved to Jirra and Liz. Spirit flopped down on her dog bed. "Everyone, this is our newest neighbor, Jirra Reid, and her mother Dr. Liz Reid," announced Beth. "Welcome to Philadelphia," said a tall girl with long brown hair, who was sitting next to a handsome muscular guy. She was wearing a long skirt that seemed to flow over her long legs. "I'm Cat, and this is my fianc?, Matt." "Pleased to meet both of you," said Jirra. "They're both studying biophysics," added Beth. "Wow," replied Jirra. "It's even better; they're taking on forensics," continued Beth. "Are you planning on going into law enforcement?" asked Liz, as she sat down next to Cat. "Yes, we're both in a program with the FBI," said Cat. "We just got back from spending the summer at their lab," added Matt. "What's your major, Jirra?" asked Cat. "English," she replied softly. She felt a little embarrassed by her major, compared to the others. "She wants to be a writer or a reporter," added Beth with a smile. "Cool," replied Cat. "My best friend from high school is also a liberal arts major; she wants to teach when she graduates, and she's minoring in English." Jirra sat down across from Cat. "Where does she go to school?" "It's a small liberal arts college upstate; it's called Dewey; have you heard of it?" asked Cat. Jirra shook her head. "I have, a friend of mine went there; it's a very good school" said Liz. "It's close to the town where I grew up. My friend, Erika, could have gone to a bigger school, but she wanted to stay close to home," explained Cat. "Speaking of Erika, is she still coming down here this fall? You've told us so much about her; I can't wait to meet her," asked Celeste. "She's still planning on it," replied Cat. "So, Jirra, you're just down the hall from us; we're in 2A, stop by if you need anything." "I will, thank you," replied Jirra. "Well, I was hoping some of the others would join us, but obviously they're not coming; so how do you like your burgers?" asked Celeste. Chapter 3 As they ate, Jirra learned that three other apartments were currently rented out to Penn students. One was a guy named Greg Hamilton, who was a grad student. He also lived on the second floor. Two girls were sharing an apartment on the third floor, and they were both in their second year. One was named Jan, and she was studying Cinema, and her partner was Lori, and she was a communications major. The last one was a Japanese-American girl named Sue, who was an economics major. The first floor of the building was apartments rented out to professionals. "I'll introduce you to them another time," said Celeste. "I like to keep all the students together." "Jirra, do you know your schedule yet?" asked Matt. She nodded and listed her classes. "You have Diana Bowie's class?' asked Celeste. Jirra nodded as she took another bite of her burger. "I'd love to take her class," said Beth. "I just couldn't fit it into my schedule." "I got lucky," replied Jirra. "It seems she holds a certain number of seats in her class for freshmen." Jirra had suspected that she got into the class through Alexis's connections. The writer of the series was Diana Bowie's aunt. However, it was the class that Jirra wanted the most, so she didn't complain. "That name is familiar, where have I heard it?' asked Matt. "She used to be on CNN as a criminal expert, and she's written a few books," said Jirra. "She was also just involved with that case down in Virginia; you know, where the Commonwealth Attorney was so corrupt?" He snapped his fingers. "That's right, I remember Marlene talking about her," said Matt. "Marlene says that Diana is writing a book on the case. I can't wait to read it," added Cat. "Who's Marlene?" asked Jirra as she took a sip of her soda. "She's a legal defense expert," said Cat. "I'll talk to you about her another time." "It's really a small world isn't it?" said Liz. "Jirra, have you joined any student organizations yet?' asked Cat. "I'm still looking at them; it's a little overwhelming," she replied. "I'm more concerned with getting onto the campus newspaper staff." "That sounds good, but there are a lot of great organizations; after all college isn't just classes," said Celeste. "Speaking of which, do you go to the football games?" asked Jirra. "You like football?" asked Matt. He seemed slightly stunned. "Sure, I love it; doesn't everyone?" replied Jirra. Cat shook her head and raised her hand. "You don't go to the games?' asked Jirra. "I'm not a huge fan," Celeste replied. "Neither am I," added Cat. "She goes, but does it for me," said Matt, as he reached around her waist "We usually go together," said Beth. "It's a lot of fun; we've even taught Celeste the wave." "I can't wait," replied Jirra. "Oh, Jirra, since you like football, you want to go to the Penn State - Temple game later this fall?" asked Cat. "Two of my friends from high school play for Penn State. My friend Erika is coming down for the game." "That sounds like fun," replied Jirra. The rest of this story will be out soon.....