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GenePink: Louise
By Celeste Ann Taylor
I awoke with a start. I was in a room; I had no idea where it was. My
mind was foggy and I couldn't remember things like who I was or where I
was. The ordinary everyday things that most folk take for granted were
now denied to me. I slid out of the soft pink silk sheets and went to
relieve my insistent bladder. On the way to the bathroom I caught a
glimpse of myself in a mirror, short busty and blonde. I knew one thing
at least.
"I'm a woman."
My chest was huge and very heavy; my silk camisole did nothing at all to
support their weight. I pulled my knickers down to my knees and sat on
the loo and waited while my bladder emptied itself. My whole groin was
drenched in pee as it ran over my skin folds and I had to dry myself off
with a couple of sheets of loo paper. I decided to have a shower and ease
myself slowly into the day. I started it up and went back to the bedroom
while I waited for the water to warm up. I slipped out of my bedroom
attire and unashamed of my nakedness I went back to the bathroom and
stepped under the gloriously refreshing water. It cascaded over my face
and over my tits and down over my tummy and then it trickled down my
thighs and legs and ankles until it ran off my feet.
I turned around and let the water cascade down my back, over the large
curves of my bum, down the backs of my legs and again onto ankles and
feet. I lathered up a flowery body wash, jasmine and ginger and I
carefully soaped up my body, gently working the suds into my tired flesh,
it felt great. I washed the suds off slowly, taking great care to make
sure my skin was rubbed down and all dead skin cells were exfoliated away.
Next I used a simple loin cloth to take care of my most womanly of body
parts. The slightly rough cloth rubbed against my stubbly outer labia. I
guess I preferred to keep it hairless down there, with only a thin strip
of hair above to 'point the way to heaven'.
It felt good having something between my legs, pity it wasn't a guy, but
everything was clean down there so it was time to wash my hair. The
weight of my hair quickly trebled as the water caressed it and I had to
wash it in sections to make sure it was all clean and moisturised. I
stepped out of the bath and wrapped my hair up in a towel, before pulling
a larger bath wrap around my (ample) chest and returning to the bedroom
while the stream from the shower dissipated. I slowly dried my skin,
taking care not to rub too hard, lest I leave a mark. Then I take care of
my hair, towelling it briskly to get it mostly dry, then I find the hair
dryer and curling tongs and I make long, complicated manoeuvres to get it
into a style I'm happy with.
Once I'm dry I rub lotion into my skin, to stop it drying out. It has a
pleasing peach scent, which I compliment with a fruity perfume, liberally
applied to my neck, wrists, knees and cleavage. I sat down at my dresser
to put my make up on, I work quickly to conceal, flatten, enhance and
darken until I have the perfect look, subtle but with a slightly flirty
edge. I select clothing next, sexy black silk bra and matching French
knickers, they fit perfectly and look oh so sexy with my curves filling
them out. I opt for crotch-less tights next, they're easier to manage
than stockings, which are only really worth bothering when I want to let a
bloke pull me.
They feel so soft and silky against my smooth legs, they were already
hairless so I didn't need to shave them today. I pick out a demure blouse
that showcases my tits wonderfully and compliment it with a fairly short
skirt with the hemline just an inch above the knee. I found a jewellery
box and added a pendant necklace that nestled nicely at the top of my
cleavage, and then I added large hoopy earrings to add to my playful look
and a couple of rings on my fingers. I noticed I had a white band of skin
on my wedding finger. I was married? I had a husband? Or did I? Was I
divorced? I decided to play things cool and not wear it; I'd say my
finger was swollen this morning if questioned about it.
I found a purse down the side of the large chair in the bedroom and inside
of it I found cards with a name on them, my name apparently as the photo
ID roughly looked like me only a couple of years younger. My name was
Louise Holmes (nee Parker), I was 24, and married (wedding finger put
quickly onto ring finger) and my husband's name was apparently John. I
went downstairs and made myself a quick cup of tea. I had no idea if I
had a job or not, so I looked around the house and try to find some clues
as to who Louise Holmes is and why I can't remember much of anything. I
saw ornaments, pictures, mementos of a life I can't recall.
Then I saw a note on the fridge - Bye Honey, see you at 6. It's written
in a man's handwriting, my husband? He had nice writing, in a manly way;
it was firm and assertive with the punctuation. Was he like that in bed
too? I found myself hoping that he was pleasing in size and technique. I
didn't want to wait around in the house all day, so I decided to go out
into the garden. The garden was a flurry of fragrances and bright
sunbursts of petals. It was so beautiful and a treat for the senses, I
couldn't help but fall in love with it. I found a chair and eased myself
down onto it. I wished I had some sunglasses to soften the glare of the
warm summer sun.
After a few minutes I smelt the sharp acidic tang of chlorine and I got up
to investigate. I saw that there was a pool further down the garden, the
massive, massive garden! I resolved to try a quick dip before my husband
got home. I returned to the house and took a wrong turn and ended up in
the huge garage, there were five cars and room for another. I wondered if
I dare take a drive? I went back to the bedroom, filled my purse with
essential non-essentials as well as my purse and a headscarf. I made sure
to tie my hair down as I planned to take the convertible out for a spin.
It handled very well, I had to wear flats to drive it though, and it was
really difficult to operate the foot pedals with heels on.
I drove around, to see what was where. My house was in a large gated
community, the gate guards waved at me as I drove past and called me Mrs.
Holmes (confirming that I really was married) and I drove off into the
city. I parked in the mall and went straight to the nearest cash machine.
The PIN number popped straight into my head and I checked the balance,
over twenty five billion! I was a very rich woman! I felt light-headed
as I traipsed over to the nearest shop and I was pleased to see that it
was a lingerie store. I must shop there regularly because the assistants
welcomed me by name and offered me a glass of very good champagne. I told
them that I wanted something unusual and sexy to stun my husband in bed
tonight.
They showed me to a chair while they went and changed into various
lingerie styles, none of which covered anything remotely like might have
done and left nothing to the imagination. I selected the sheerest and
flimsiest outfit, in black lace, as well as some super sexy stockings to
compliment the ultra sexy and feminine three-piece. I bought some more
robust items too, something more demure but playful for daytime wear. I
bought a couple of fishnet body stockings too, for another night, I wanted
to dress like a total slut and really blow his mind with some trashy
bedroom antics. The total amount hardly concerned me, a couple of hundred
in total. I had the bags sent to my car for later collection.
Next I bought shoes, I bought knee high black patent leather boots with a
5 inch heel, they would be the only thing I wore in bed once my husband
pulled my clothes off and shagged my brains out (I hoped). I bought a hot
pink micro thong bikini next, with matching flip-flops and shades; I
really planned to give the pool some serious use when I got home. I
rounded off the unplanned shopping expedition with a manicure and
pedicure, I had my fingernails done French-style and they looked great and
feminine. I went back to the car where a nice young man was waiting to
load up my purchases into the boot. I gave him a twenty for his troubles
and brushed my tits against him several times as an added bonus.
I returned home, I unbuttoned an extra button of my blouse for the benefit
of the gate guards, before I drove into the garage and parked up. I
carried the bags a few at a time into the house, taking them upstairs. I
took my shoes off and poured myself a glass of mineral water, no wine
before swimming after all. I undressed and pulled on the micro bikini top
and then the thong. It rode up right into my pussy crack, covering only
my sleepy little clit but legally, my camel toe was on plain view and I
didn't care I was proud of my sexy feminine shape.
I put the flip-flops and shades on and went back downstairs to prepare a
post swim salad. The water felt wonderful as I walked down the steps into
the cool blue liquid. My skin felt the tingle of the cool water as I did
a lazy length of the pool breast stroke style, my arms and legs glided
through the water and pulled me along effortlessly. It felt so good to be
free; the water eased away tiny knots of tension and supported the weight
of my tits perfectly.
After a few more lengths I decided to rest and pulled myself up onto the
giant pink plastic inflatable chair. It supported my easily as I sat
there letting the sun dry my skin and nearly non-existent bikini. I swam
some more, it felt great but I didn't want my skin to pucker or get
damaged by the chlorinated water so I went into the outhouse shower room
to wash myself down and get the chlorine off my skin, I stripped off my
bikini and then washed my hair clean. I wrapped a rough and snugly towel
around my chest and a smaller one around my hair. I let it remain like
that while I went into the kitchen to eat my salad for lunch.
I thought about the evening meal and I pulled a couple of steaks out of
the freezer and some vegetables. I got everything ready before I went
upstairs to go through the rituals of drying, make up and dressing again.
I wore a simple white bra and high cut cotton knickers, short chino shorts
and a loose pink polo shirt and of course brown leather sandals. I went
back downstairs and started to prepare dinner for when my husband got
home. Once everything was prepared and in the oven I had some time to
relax, I put the TV on but there was nothing on, not even on the home
shopping channels. I tried to get into a juicy romance novel but I
couldn't find myself getting interested in any of the characters. This
left me with the internet; I found my favourite's folder and found a few
links to specialist sex toys.
On a naughty impulse I decided to treat myself to some really slutty
lingerie, the stuff that they couldn't even sell in shops! I bought some
bondage equipment too, I had a desire to be tied up and ravaged in an
interesting fantasy. I bought myself a couple of kinky toys too.
Something big and chunky for when my husband was away and a 3" wide butt
plug for my ass while he was fucking me in bed. My card details were
already in the cookie memory, I must have some stuff already, yay me. I
decided to try and find where I hid them. I silently cursed my lack of
memory, it still hadn't returned, yet I knew how to swim and drive without
thinking about it. Maybe there was something I could take to clear the
fog of my mind?
I eventually found my drawer of deliciously naughty goodies. Some of the
stuff inside of it was even heavier than I dared hope for. Handcuffs,
ankle cuffs, vibes of every shape and size, lubricants, blindfolds, gags,
a spreader bar to force my legs wide apart, rubber knickers with dildos
inside for both holes and a riding crop that I hoped my husband used on me
regularly. It seemed that I was not only a kinky woman but a totally
submissive one too. I was fine with that, I'd guessed as much anyway with
my unconscious prick teasing of the guards and that teenage boy who put my
shopping in the car for me earlier. I was every inch a cock tease, and if
I wasn't mistaken by the girls in the lingerie store, I was a clit tease
too. There was time for a light snooze before it was time to start
getting ready for my husband's return.
I stripped naked, wiped off my old make up and dressed in my new uber-
seductive lingerie. Then I pulled on the sexiest dress I could find in
the cupboard, it showed off the massive canyon of my cleavage perfectly,
and then I pulled the boots on and fastened them. Finally I did my make
up, something glamorous and with a dark sultry 'I want sex with you my
sexy hunk of man meat' look. Then I put on jewellery to enhance and
contrast. A large diamond choker necklace, diamond drop earrings, diamond
rings and a tiny diamond nose piercing which gave me a slightly ethnic
look to my whole ensemble. I went downstairs just in time to serve up
when the clock struck six and my husband arrived home. He was even
hunkier and handsome in real life.
"I wanted tonight to be special."
He looked suitably flabbergasted and appreciative as I served him his
meal. I let him do his manly things like seating me, opening the wine and
pouring my glass for me. I told him of my day and he recounted boring
office anecdotes. I ate slowly and suggestively, making it clear that I
really wanted to have sex with him tonight. After dinner my husband put
on a DVD, it was a weird movie about an amoral scientist who kidnapped a
man called Louis and told him that he was going to use something called
GenePink to turn him into a woman so that he could marry 'her' and inherit
her money. I lost interest early on and started to nibble at my husband's
ear and rub his thigh suggestively.
Eventually he got the hint and I practically floated up the stairs with
girlish glee and all but tore my dress off in the excitement of a great
night of sex with my man. He gasped when he saw my skimpy outfit and must
have had to restrain himself like mad not to cum right there and then!
Eventually he was inside of me and it was great, the perfect moment, but
he did shoot his load far too quickly. I guess I should have started
slower but I just had to have him inside of me, I had a need for a man to
fill me with his proud manhood and make me scream with wild delight. I'd
gotten part of it anyway; we'd just have to spend the rest of our lives
working on my wild delights. Who cares about a little amnesia when you
have a whole future to look forward to?
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