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The Blowjob Race ....And we're down to the last two competitors! And for the second year in the row, it's Jennifer and Don going at it. A battle of the sexes if there ever was one! Jennifer has 35 and Don has 36, they're neck and neck. It's a dog eat dog world out there!" The carnival barker shouted into his bullhorn to the audience. Every time Jennifer put another hot dog down her gullet, the females cheered. Every time Donald put one down, the guys cheered. Somehow, the cliched staple of every carnival has become a matter of some gender related pride. "One more minute!" yelled the barker. Don looked over at Jennifer and was feeling the effects of the hot dogs ramming down his throat. He was feeling sick but Jennifer looked calm, almost enjoying herself. Don started his endgame techniques he learned from his months of research and practice before entering the competition. "UNBELIEVABLE, Don has gone into overdrive. He's at 42 to Jen's 39 and Jen seems to be slowing down while Don is speeding up. Ten more seconds!" boomed the barker. The crowd started to shout "10...9....8...7.." all the way to the finish where Don won the tournament at a brilliant 48 to 41. Don congratulated Jennifer on a tough competition. "You were tough this year, Jen. You are getting closer. I'm going to have to try extra hard next year if you keep up this pace." "Thanks, Don, but I don't think I'll be doing this anymore. You keep that prize money. I'm entering another competition that pays five times the winnings that Schmuck-O's hot dog chain is paying." Jennifer replied. "C'mon, Jen, let me in on the secret. You know I love entering all these contests. Anything beats an honest paycheck." Jennifer laughed, "No, Don, I think this contest is out of your league. Besides, even if you did slant that way, you can not enter. It's only for women and the rules are pretty strict. Too bad for you, the way you can put down a hot dog...anyway, it's put on by Spunkhouse Magazine and it's blowjob races. See you later, if I'm going to keep my figure; I'm going to have to do my Supermodel impression at the restroom." "Hey Don, congrats man!!!!" said a young, good looking man with a very attractive young woman at his side. "Thanks Darren, did you enjoy the show, Melissa?" Don said to his roommate and his girlfriend. Melissa said, "Yep, unbelievable, you and Jen are the smallest people up there and you beat out those 300 pound fat gorillas! What, you're like a buck thirty soaking wet and Jen can't be more than a 105 pounds!" Don said, "I told you, it's all in the research. All those weeks studying the human digestive system worked and now I got sixty grand prize money to live on until I can find the next contest." Melissa said, "Why don't you just get a job, you're a smart guy." "I'm not going to be tied down to a desk and I don't feel like busting my butt at a business. This is my calling. Professional contest winner," Don replied breezily. On the way home to the apartment Darren and he shared, he stopped off for a Big Gulp and as he walked by the magazine rack, his cognitive awareness kicked in. Large as day, top left on the rack was Spunkhouse Magazine. Don picked it off the rack for some light reading and relaxing at home. Later, as he flipped through the pages, he saw the advertisement for the contest that Jen was going on about. It was being held later in the year, about four months from now, and it was a race to see who could make a man come first through oral manipulation. He took a look at the rules: 1) The contest is only open to females. 2) The man will be a random pick that the blower will not know of before the competition. 3) The blower's competitor will be unknown until the competition starts. 4) The woman may wear anything enticing (or nothing at all) as that may help stimulate the man to quicker orgasm. 5) The video will be entirely Spunkhouse Magazine property to be done with as they wish. Don looked at the big lettering on the ad to see that the prize was $250,000 plus a three-year contract as a Spunkhouse girl. "WOW! Two hundred fifty big ones! That's not right, so much prize money and only open to girls. Not that I'm gay so I wouldn't want to suck some guy's cock. But then, I'm all about the contest, hell, I don't even like hotdogs." Don said as he went into the bathroom to look himself over. At the age of 18, 5'5," 130 pounds with shaggy hair and little body hair and no facial hair, he started developing a plan. "I'm entering! I got 4 months to become a girl. No sweat. Nothing that a little of my famous research can't handle. To the library!" he said to himself as he did a pantomime of Batman rushing to the Batmobile. At the library, he learned about female hormones, male hormone blockers, hair weaves, surgeries, and the underground problem with transsexuals getting all of this done by illegally bypassing the system. He picked up some old Cosmopolitans from the rack and read about the 'feminine mystique' and how that really turned on guys and juiced up their sex lives. Cosmo also gave great tips on blowjobs in their magazine. 'They sell this in supermarkets? I'll have to practice being a woman along with finding someone to practice my blowjobs on as well. Jen, you're going to lose again' Don thought to himself. Darren was sitting on the couch watching TV with Melissa when Don came in later that night carrying lots of bags. "Hi guys, don't mind me. I was out on a shopping spree with my prize money." Don rushed into his room with all the bags. Darren yelled after him, "Hey, what'd you get?" "Just personal stuff, nothing interesting" Don replied loudly from behind his room's closed door. "That was odd" Darren said to Melissa. "Yes, even for him" Melissa giggled. Darren started noticing that the apartment was getting neater over the following two weeks. The place was looking neat every day when he came home and now there were frilly curtains, a potpourri on the table and flowers on the table. There was also a luscious smell coming from the kitchen. "Don, I'm home, you in there?" "Oh, hi Darren, how was your day? I made dinner, have a seat, I'll serve you." Darren asked, "What's the occasion?" Darren's eyes popped open when he saw Don coming out of kitchen wearing poufy oven mitts, a frilly pink and white apron, and a feminine pants suit. He was carrying a casserole dish from which wafted the most delightful scents. "I've been going to a Home Economics class, I learned this, tell me what you think? " Don went to the table and Darren saw that he had quite a little shake going on his hips. With his knees pressed together, he bent at the waist and placed the casserole delicately on to the kitten shaped trivet. Darren noticed his shiny auburn hair was shaped in a bob parted down the middle. "The occasion is that I want to thank you for being so kind and patient while I practiced for that hotdog eating contest. I sure did make a mess of the place with my hotdog eating and I know this place reeked like hell with that cooked hotdog smell. So I spruced up the place a bit and I wanted to cook you a delicious meal for being such a great guy." Don said while staring meaningfully into Darren's eyes. Darren felt a little weird and was concerned as he found himself hardening a bit in the nether regions. Darren squirmed, "well, the place looks great." "Oh, you haven't seen anything yet, I'm going to really keep this place spic and span and cook wonderful meals for you. I'm learning a lot in this class. And the best part is, you don't have to do a thing, just keep being wonderful and understanding" Don said as he tapped Darren's hand and giggled. "Something's going on and you are going to tell me tonight" Darren said as Don starting putting heaping spoonfuls of casserole onto Darren's plate. A beeping noise startled Darren out of his train of thought. "Ooh, the garlic bread!" Don exclaimed as he popped up and minced into the kitchen quickly. Darren felt himself getting harder as he watched him walk that way, put on the poufy mitts again and putter around the kitchen getting the bread ready. Don came back with the bread and a bottle of wine. "Would you be a dear and open the wine up? I always have such trouble with those corkscrew doodads." "I will, if you stop talking like a fag" Darren replied as he opened the wine and poured their glasses. "This is fantastic, I'm going to have to get you to teach Melissa how to cook." Darren followed every third forkful of casserole with wine and soon the bottle was empty. "We have more wine, would you be a dear and get it for us" Don asked and Darren could swear he batted his eyelashes but he was enjoying himself too much to care. "Sure, I'll go get that, Dearie" Darren said mockingly but he was back in short time with the bottle opened and was pouring a glass for both of them. "Darren, why don't you get a good movie on while I clean up here," Don said. "Sure thing, Don" Darren didn't care about how strange Don was acting. He was slightly drunk now and having someone cook and clean for you is nice, he thought. Darren started thinking about putting on "Sleepless in Seattle" because he could sit through a chick flick if he had to but then he remembered that Don is a guy. What am I doing? I have to shake that one off, he thought to himself. Although, he had to admit that Don sure looked cute with the bob and apron and busying about the kitchen cleaning up. Don finished up and came back and sat on the couch next to Darren. "Darren, I am going to tell you what's going on. It's another contest I'm preparing for." "I knew it!" Darren slurred, "Is it like He's A Lady that was on TBS?" "No, it's more hardcore and serious than that. I have to pass as a female for this one and I need your help. The contest is for big bucks, huge bucks actually and it's the only reason I'm going to do it. Contests are my life" Don said. "Well, what is it?" Darren asked again. "Well, let me just say this, I'm not gay nor do I find men attractive..." Don stalled. "I'm not going to like this. I don't like the way this is going already" Darren said through a thick tongue and glassy eyes. Drink always made Darren horny and he hated thinking how cute Don was looking. "Well, let me show you something. You have to trust me for a sec." Don said as he took Darren's hand and put it on his chest where Darren felt something very unmanly on Don's chest. "What the..." Darren said as Don unbuttoned his blouse to show A, almost B cup, breasts. "After the hotdog competition, I went to the gay area of town and started talking to people and I do have a lot of cash on hand. I found hormones and accelerators. I'm amazed at how fast I 'blossomed' too. I need to look like a woman in a few months. .You see, the contest is....a blowjob race, whoever makes a man orgasm first wins." "Oh...My...Fuck..." Darren exclaimed. "You've gone too far, man..too far!, Fuck!" "Darren, I need your help. I've been doing research on what turns on a man. I've used only a few techniques tonight. Did you feel anything?" Don asked while looking into his eyes. Darren felt that twinge in his pants again, "Um.....no, nothing" Don squealed in delight and clapped his hands prettily in front of him. "Oh, you haven't seen nothing yet. I'll be right back." Don skipped into his room. Darren sat shocked on the couch thinking how this night could have become so weird when ten minutes later, Don's door opened. Don stepped into the light to reveal himself in full makeup, a long curly brunette wig that went halfway to his back, an off-the-shoulder little black dress, seamed stockings, and 4" black heels. Darren could smell the perfume from the couch that was coming from the vision in front of him. Darren said, "Well, you look gorgeous, why don't you sit by me and we'll watch a movie." "Mmmm, sounds good to me," Don said seductively. Don was hating this game he was playing but he had to have Darren's cooperation to win this competition. Don knew Darren isn't gay either and didn't want him doing anything he'd regret when he sobered up. Don felt he needed to get into character so he shook his new hormone enhanced assets over to the couch and snuggled up to him slightly so his smoothly shaved leg touched Darren's hairy leg. Darren was wearing shorts and a glance down at his crotch showed Don that he was enjoying all the attention from a seemingly beautiful girl next to him. While the movie played, Darren did a big stretch and yawn and his arm draped over Don's smooth naked shoulders. When Don didn't pull away or say anything, Darren moved his fingers down and started massaging the top of Don's breasts which were nicely pushed up by his bra and spilled over the edge of the dress. Don was getting a little disgusted but he felt good about being accepted so readily by Darren. Hopefully Darren will feel the same when he sobers up. Don had to stop this because his breasts now seemed very sensitive and Darren had gotten to his nipples and the feeling was electrifying. When he started feeling hot breath on his ear and some nibbling, Don put a stop to it. "Darren, let's not move too fast. I'm not even close to how feminine I want to be and I'm going to need a lot of more of you soon to practice if you know what I mean." With that said, Don brushed his hand across Darren's crotch and Don felt how fast the lump in his trousers jumped. After a couple of hours without wine, Darren started to realize what he was doing. "I'm sorry, Don, I don't know what came over me. But you certainly are looking pretty hot. If I didn't know who you were, I'd really believe you are a hot piece of ass." Don blushed, "Oh, thank you. You are so sweet to say that. Thank you. So sweet." Darren started feeling his member rise again. "Stop that! I don't know what you are doing to me but it's working and I don't like it!" Don said, "It's all in the research, Sweetie. Men want a docile, subservient, caring, gorgeous girl with all the curves. It's easy. I mean, it's easy for me. I'm so small and weak but you are so big and strong, with powerful rippling muscles. You could break me in two like I'm a little nothing. You could never do this but I can. You are too hunky and I can see how big down there you must be, big boy." Darren's prick was now raging hard, "Oh my God, stop it! You and your research. I have to go to the bathroom." Darren got up in a half-stoop and ran a kilter to the bathroom to ejaculate and relieve his erection. The next day, after Home Economics class and his daily stomach crunches, Don went to the homosexual area of town and made some arrangements with an underground surgeon. After that he headed uptown and decided to do some primping. Cosmopolitan recommends every woman get out at least twice a month for manicures, pedicures, and having their coif done to perfection. Cosmo talked about how costumes and outfits can inflame a man. He had to test out what theories worked best Plus, that wig looked good last night but a weave would be more natural and can be colored. He still had enough time to spend a couple of hours at the salon and do some clothes shopping and still get home in time to freshen the house and cook another gourmet meal for Darren. Don, himself, was starving. He was eating only half a bowl of healthy cereal in the morning and an apple with some cottage cheese for lunch. It was worth it because in two weeks, he lost 15 pounds to a slender 115 and with his breasts at a solid B-cup now, he was quite the babe. Playing the housewife disgusted Don in one way yet it pleased him in another because he was acting a role to perfection. If he keeps following his research plan, hundreds of thousands of dollars will be his. As for being a Spunkhouse Girl, a haircut, nail filing, and an immediate stoppage of female hormones should have them scratching their heads as to what happened to that cute little brunette. Don walked into the salon. No one questioned that the petite, shapely girl in the tight knit top, miniskirt, hose, and 3" heels was anything but what she seemed. "Appointment for Donna Caring, 11:15," he said in his best falsetto voice. No one questioned that he wasn't who he said he was. In three hours, he got an auburn wave down to the center of his back. He got acrylic nails and he figured this time he'd try long and light red. He couldn't decided if he wanted to go with blonde hair and hot pink nails but he figured he had time to try the Buffy look out soon. His research continues. Tonight will be a tease for Darren followed by some bar hopping to see what reactions he would get. Don paid close attention to the expert makeup job they did on him so as to be able to repeat it. Don was very happy with the response he was getting at the mall. Guys were checking him out left and right. He made sure he stayed in his role and made his booty do all the things Cosmo recommended. Not being gay, he didn't find any of the guys attractive, but it was sure exhilarating to be noticed so much. As a bland little guy, he never got this kind of attention. When he went to get a diet soda, a teenager skipped over two people ahead of him to ask him what he wanted. Some guy waited 45 seconds looking foolish holding a door too long just so he could go through it first. He did get his reward, a seductive hair flip, a finger waggling wave, a dazzling smile and a 'thank you, kind sir,' that dripped sex. He practically walked into the next door floating on a cloud. He bought the stuff he needed and headed home. After his operations, the sixty grand hotdog winnings was going to get leaner but there are more contests out there after he wins this blowjob race. He shook a little bit at the thought that soon, he would have to practice on the real thing. For now, his many sizes of dildoes have been getting a workout. In sweats, he gave the place a good cleaning, did the laundry for both himself and Darren all neatly folded and put away just like they taught in Home Ec, and started on dinner. When it was prepped and in the oven, he went into the other room and started preparing himself for Darren's return. For dinner, he was going to act out another article in Cosmo. The 50s housewife. He got into a white with black polka dot dress that pinched into his now tiny 25" waist and flared out. He used a padded bra to get that conical C-cup shape that Mrs. Beaver always had and topped it off with a strand of white pearls with matching earrings. He smoothed out the seam in the back of the stockings leg that led into his 5" black patent open toe pumps so that his pedicure could be seen. Darren arrived home at 5:30 and Don screwed up his courage. He was hoping it wasn't just alcohol that made him so understanding last night. Don decided to go in all the way with the housewife act. Do actresses ever give half a performance? As soon as the front door snicked shut, Don came skipping out of the kitchen, "Hi Honey, how was your day? I missed you" Don said in his best soprano voice with his hands folded neatly in front of his flared skirt, looking slightly downward but eyes cast up lovingly into Darren's eyes. Please, please, please, he thought. Darren looked him up and down, smelled his ravishing perfume and stood in indecision for a few moments. Darren's posture seemed to change and it was apparent he was going to play along. He grabbed each of Don's hands in his and said, "Sweetheart, my day was wonderful and I missed you too, what's for dinner?" "Why, all your favorites, of course. What else would I do for my man, tee hee" and off Don went to the kitchen to bring out all the steaming entrees and side courses. "Hope you're hungry, Dear." Darren felt it again. Don, the research master, seemed to have him all figured out. How could he take a straight guy like him with a loving girlfriend getting all weird thoughts about his roommate in just a few weeks? After dinner, Darren said, "Another movie, tonight?" While cleaning up, Don replied, "No can do, Honey, you understand, I have to get more practice. I'm going to change into something tight and uncomfortable and go see what reactions I get in bars." Darren said, "Um, do you think that's such a great idea. You are such a babe now and you'll be all alone. I know you are still a guy but you are so small now and curvy. Any guy could have their way with you." Don said in his normal voice, "Look, Don, don't start getting weird on me here! I'm still just your roommate, Don. I'm a guy who's going to win a contest. Don't start getting jealous on me here. You haven't gone fag on me, have you?" Darren suddenly went from semi to flaccid and blushed. He wasn't expecting Don to come out of character. Indeed, he sort of forgot that Don was a guy and was actually feeling guilty about cheating on Melissa with another girl. Somehow, Don didn't count as cheating. "No, no, Don, calm down. Whoa, of course you are a guy and we're not gay but you have to practice right? I said I'd help you." Don softened and his voice returned to his practiced soprano, "Oh, Baby, I'm sorry. How could I ever doubt you? That is so sweet of you. You'll let me give you a blowjob? Oh, how could a girl get as lucky as I have?" Darren suddenly hit the high note again down there and was afraid he'd do his pants before Don's mouth. "Let me go change into something even more uncomfortable than this. Why don't you put that movie on? Something educational, for me...I have to be taught you know. I'm just a rookie cocksucker. Get me something good and fucking hot on that television." Darren was now straining to keep his jism in and his pants felt like they would burst or his penis would break off. 'Baseball, baseball, baseball' he thought. Don came out of the bedroom a few minutes later, his makeup all done again but a little on the heavy side. He was wearing a tight black tank top with no bra so his ever enlarging breasts hung naturally, a black vinyl miniskirt, legs smooth and bare leading into 6" heels with a gold ankle bracelet with a gold heart pendant attached. Don stood in front of him with his arms and hands tight against his sides. He then started feeling his shapely body up and down with long red nails flashing startling against the black clothes and smooth white thighs. "What do you think, Big Boy? Do I excite you?" "Oh yes, oh yes! And I found the perfect movie! Blow-Up Girls" Darren said excitedly as Don minced over on the towering heels. On the screen, a young, shapely woman dressed as a French Maid was dusting about the house while a muscular young man looked on. Don could see that Darren was getting flushed. For some reason, the female hormones seemed to be making Don less horny while he watched the girl gyrate. The guy watching the maid is very nicely built, he thought. I bet that maid can't wait to get a hold of his huge cock and go down on that! Don felt a little flushed thinking that. What is that? While Don was sitting there, Darren was stroking his back. The French Maid came up to the man and asked, "Is there anything else that needs cleaning, Monsieur?" "Oui," he replied, "my wee-wee, or rather my big cock could use some attention." "Of course, Monsieur, I'm at your service," and while bad music started playing she knelt down between his legs, undid his belt, and pulled out his cock. "Mon Dieu, it is huge" she breathed as she lifted the head up and licked up from the balls to the shaft. After flicking her tongue around the head a few times, she circled the head twice with her tongue and engulfed his cock. Don watched fascinated. He has seen blowjobs but never studied it as a student would before. Meanwhile, Darren had somehow managed to start massaging his breasts again. I never knew he was such a boob man, until I had boobs, Don thought. He can't be this desperate with a hottie like Melissa around. I wonder if she puts out. Don turned to look at Darren as Don was regrettably getting aroused by the boob massage. And Darren kissed him!!! "Darren!!!! Cut the shit! What the fuck!! Are you gay?" "Yaa ma na yaa...yaa..uuuhh, I thought I was going to help you out. You..ou. nee..needed practice," Darren stammered. "With blowjobs, stupid!! I'm not looking for a relationship with you. Are you gay? Because if you're gay, no blowjob for you!" Don replied hotly with his sexy madeup eyes flashing and pouty pink glossy lips screaming. His hair flipped angrily back and forth as he told his friend off. "No, no, I just didn't understand the ru..rules. Can we start over? The movie, your look, the food, the house, the laundry, I was confused..I get it now..Please, let me help you, Don," Darren managed to get out. Don softened up and returned to his soprano voice. "Okay, I'm sorry too Sweetheart," he said as he stroked Darren's hair. "I'll make it all better. How can I stay mad at such a hunky, strong, gorgeous man? And look at you, so manly, as hard as rock again already. For me? You compliment me. I don't know if I can stretch my little mouth that big. Oh, and call me Donna." Don continued to fuss with Darren's hair and with his other hand, he stroked his bulge. "Oh, this must hurt. Let me free him." Don undid Darren's belt and fumbled with the button. These long nails look nice but they can be a pain to get anything done, Don thought. After finally getting the button, pulling down his pants and underwear, Darren's cock sprang up towards the ceiling. Wow, he's big, Don thought. "You are so huge, wow" Don giggled effeminately making Darren's cock jump a little more. Don stroked it up and down a few times marveling at how girlish his hand looked, smooth white creamy skin with light red long nails stroking a huge hard cock. I may be getting into this role too much, he thought. Well, better than disgust. Here goes... Don slid off the couch between Darren's legs. As he stroked, he blew lightly on his cock watching it jump. Mimicking the French Maid, Darren lifted the head and licked the shaft up to the head. What a strange taste, not as repulsive as I would have thought. "Mmmm, yummy, how's that feel, Lover?" Don asked breathlessly. "This is wonderful, you have such a talented mouth," Darren moaned. Keeping with his lesson, Don flicked the penis head with his tongue and licked around the head, tasting some pre-cum. And dive, dive, thought Don. Don deepthroated Darren's penis while Darren's head shot back in pleasure. Oops, I'm forgetting to moan like I'm loving this. I almost forgot this crucial technique, Don thought. "Mmmm, mmmm" and as he got faster, "slurp, slurp, slurp." Don was starting to gag as Darren was going crazy, completely face fucking him. Don couldn't get his head free from where Darren was holding him. My only hope is to get him off quick, he thought, so he stepped up the moaning. "MMMMMM, YuMMMM, MMMMMM" as loud as he could. The eyes, Don thought, I forgot about the blowjob eyes. Don pointed his irises at Darren adoringly while he sucked. Don could feel him getting bigger and bigger in his mouth until he pulled it out and sprayed cum all over Don's face, hair and chest. Jets and jets of it covered him. "Mmmm, that is wonderful," purred Don, "did you like that, lover?" "What the hell is going on here?!" yelled Melissa standing at the door with a pizza in her hand. "Who is this slut blowing you off!?" Darren stammered, "Wait, Melissa, it's not what you think. This is..." Darren thought about what he was just about to say and instead replied, "Um, yeah, it is what you think." "Well, that's just great, that's just fucking great! Take all this stuff back, you fucking bastard" Melissa said as she threw the pizza, her necklace, rings and apartment keys at him, some hitting Don in the back of the head as he was hiding his face between Darren's legs. Melissa spun on her heel and slammed the door on the way out, tears in her eyes. "Oh great, just great," Darren said with his head in his hands. "I'm sorry, Darren, this is all my fault," Don said still keeping his voice in character. "I guess I'm the other woman." "This is no time for jokes. You'd better get yourself cleaned up. I got to say though, Melissa never came close to as good a blowjob as you just gave me. I almost passed out," Darren said. "Thanks, but you know what I forgot, the stopwatch. I have to time myself." Don said as he went off to take a shower. In the shower, soaping up, Don felt how smooth he was becoming and he would swear that his breasts were now a C-cup. His mother was very busty and his breasts were growing at an alarming rate and looked fantastic. He was getting turned on soaping himself up. Don toweled off, blew dry his hair, got into his nightie and went to sleep wondering why what happened didn't bother him as much as it should. The next day, he got up early, took his pills, did his crunches and had his usual light breakfast. He drove down to the surgeon's office. The surgeon came in and looked at his patient. "My, you have already had a lot of work done, haven't you." Don said, "Um, no, actually this is the my first procedure. I seem to be developing almost unbelievably well. I've only started the hormones a few weeks ago. How long is the recovery time for these procedures?" "Well, these are pretty straightforward. If we do it now, you can remove the bandages yourselves tomorrow night and the voice is reversible. Of course, you know there is no record of this ever happening and it's going to have to be cash due now," the doctor said. "Yes, I was told. Let's get started." Two hours later, a small bandage covered Don's neck where his adam's apple used to be and his voice was now a natural soprano. Along with his adam's apple, $12,000 also disappeared but it was an investment. He'll be rich soon. Don drove over to the supermarket to get supplies for a nice dinner. He decided to dress up in his French maid outfit like in that movie last night to make it up to Darren. He felt responsible and bad for what happened with Melissa. Next to the supermarket was a nail place. They are everywhere these days, he thought. He decided to go in there and get a French manicure to go with his theme tonight. Twenty minutes later, he was in the supermarket getting his usual stares. He didn't want to engage any guys with eye contact. They seem to think that's encouragement to come talk to him. He went to the deli counter to order some cheese. The young guy was at attention ready to serve as soon as he came near. "How can I help you?" he said as he got closer. "Can I get a pound of Land o'Lakes American, domestic Swiss and some hard salami?" Don ordered in his new sweet natural soprano voice. "Oh, you like hard salami?" the young boy asked coyly. "Is that your idea of smooth, boy? You have a lot of work to do if you want to get with me." It occurred to Don that maybe he needed more practice than just Darren. He needed to experience more than one kind of cock and he's been doing some more research with online porn. Let's see if this feminine charm works. "Do you have a big hard salami or are you just glad to see me?" cooed Don. "For you I have one. I'm done here in an hour. If you want to find out how big I am, come meet me then," said the young man. "Well, maybe I will and maybe I won't" and with a head flip of his long hair, Don went off to finish his grocery shopping after taking his order from the deli. His shopping took about as long as that hour and after loading up his car, he went back in and caught the boy's eye. He made a 'wait a minute' motion with his head and disappeared into the back. Don forgot that he needed something and found the hardware aisle. He rushed back to find the boy looking for him with a bit of dismay in his facial expression until he spotted him. "Hang on, I have to purchase something really quick." Don went through the express lane and made his purchase. "What do you need that for?" asked the boy. "You'll see. C'mon, I'm in a hurry," Don said. Taking the boy by the hand he ran him out to his car. He started it up and pulled it over to a remote area of the parking lot. Don ripped open the package and looked over at the boy. "What's your name?" "Larry, what's yours?" Larry asked. "Donna," Don answered. Don didn't have time to explain about the contest so he was going to have to pretend he was overcome with passion for him. "Larry, you are the most gorgeous guy I've ever seen," he lied and moved in to kiss him. Larry responded and soon they were making out with Larry's tongue hungrily going down his throat. Don was disgusted by all of this and the peach fuzz giving him chin burn. As Larry was looking for his tonsils, Don snaked his hand down Larry's pants and started massaging Larry's hard cock. "Oh, Larry, you are huge" and indeed he had a big fat cock. This will be a good test. Don was getting revolted by the kissing so he undid Larry's pants, the long nails becoming second nature now and clicked the stopwatch. Don went right down and started sucking, sucking and then came out and spit a long drool down on to the top of his cock and went down again. Larry moaned with extreme pleasure as Larry reached around and started fondling Don's tits. Don went down again and started with the loud moaning. "Mmmm, Mmmmm, MMMMM," and jack hammered on his cock until it swelled massively and shot loads of cream into his mouth. He clicked off the stopwatch and looked. "A minute and a half." Larry looked strangely at him, "What are you doing?" Don smiled angelically at him as he wiped some come off his lips with middle finger. As he took the come on his finger and stuck it between his lavender lips, he said, "Nothing Honey. Listen I'm in a rush. Can I let you out here? Same time tomorrow?" Don had no intention of coming back here but he had to get him out of the car safely. Larry said enthusiastically, "Sure thing. That was unbelievable!" Don drove away while Larry said to himself, "Dear Spunkhouse, I never thought your letters were true until...." Don drove home and started unloading his packages when a young man appeared at Don's elbow, "May I help you, Miss?" Don looked over at the eager young man and thought, oh for God's sake, being a pretty girl is a pain in the neck. What the hell. Don smiled prettily for him, "Oh, yes, thank you so much. You are too kind," in his new sweet voice. "Not at all, it's no problem, Miss. You see, I work out. I can lift all of this easily" The young man said visibly flexing. "Oh, look at you, I love that. You are so fit," Don said while mentally rolling his eyes. Don opened the door and the young man entered his apartment first. "You can put them on the table there and thank you again so much," Don treated the young man with another sweet smile. "Anytime, Miss. My name is John and I live in 208 if you ever need anything else. Anything else at all, don't hesitate," John said with apparent hope in his voice. "Oh, I won't hesitate. Thank you John. You are very sweet," Don said and watched Larry leave thinking that he's actually got a pretty nice butt, you know, for a guy. Don thought he had time to try and beat his previous time but with this guy knowing where he lives, it could be a problem Plus, he felt he had to make it up to Darren which won't be timed tonight. Tonight, I'll work on technique and make him forget all about Melissa. "I'm hotter than her anyway, the cow," Don laughed to himself. Oooh, catty, he thought. For some reason, he found himself looking at the time and counting the minutes until he came home from work and thinking about that musky odor between his legs. Darren came home and called out, "Donna, I'm home. Something smells good." Don pranced out the kitchen on 5" black patent mary jane high heels in a French maid outfit. His hair was piled high in dark brown ringlets in a cloud with tendrils delicately floating down in front of his ears where sapphire and gold earrings dangled. The skirt featured a tiny lace apron and was so short that a slight bend would show the bottom curve of his now shapely buttocks. Don put his right leg behind his leg and curtsied while holding the edges of his skirt. "Oh, Monsieur, my heart's aflutter that you approve," he said in his sweet little soprano voice. A lace choker was around his neck covering his bandage. Darren marveled at the power that Don had over his cock as it got unbelievably hard. "Oohh lala. Wow! Look at you. You are a wet dream. How did you get your voice so high and I swear your breasts look like their D-cups!" "Oh, I'm so glad you like what you see, Monsieur. I do this all for you. Do I make you happy?" Don asked while give Darren his best smoldering look. "I gotta say. I've never been treated better, Donna," Darren said without even thinking of the name he was using for his best friend. After dinner and cleaning up, Don went over to sit by Darren on the couch. "Do you like my new perfume? It's called Pher-Oohh-Moan. It's supposed to ignite a man's fire according to the saleslady," Don asked. "It's working...it's working..big time!" Darren responded breathlessly. "Oh, and what is this. A present for little old me' Don cooed in Darren's ear while he brushed his cock through his pants with a long French manicured hand. "Oh, yes, all for you Donna. All for you. Quick, get the stopwatch. I can't stand it anymore" Darren begged while he slipped a hand on Don's left breast. His hand no longer could cup the whole breast. Darren was about to burst. "Oh, no stopwatch for you yet. I feel terrible about Melissa. She really was just competition to me anyway. Now I have you all to myself and no more sharing with that silly fat cow!" Don said wondering at how naturally his act was coming to him. Was he playing with his friend too much or was he meaning any of what he was saying. Don wiggled out of his top and his now freed breasts flopped hugely onto his tiny torso. At 5'5 and only 105 pounds now, his 34-D breasts were magnificent and judging by the ogling by Darren, his unveiling had the desired effect. Don got Darren's cock free with his mastered technique of undoing men's trousers and pulled them down to his ankles. Straddling Darren's bare hairy leg so his breasts dangled down each side, he rubbed up and down while stroking Darren's cock between his long slender fingers. "Mmmm, hold it in for me baby. I want this popsicle to last me awhile. I love sucking your big juicy cock. Talk dirty to me, lover. Who's your bitch?" "You are! Suck my cock, bitch!!" Darren screamed as Don went down on him. "Oh yeah..mmmm..." Don said as he slurped up and looked lovingly at him through dark mascara. "Pull my hair while I suck your big cock, stud. Put me in my place! Show me you're my boss!" Darren pulled up on Don's long brunette hair. "Suck that cock, bitch. Blow me hard..Ooooh yeah, oh my God, arggghhhhh." Don pulled up and spit a huge gob onto his head and went down again. "Aaahhh, aaaahhh...I'm going to come..um, Honey, I'm going to...." A huge spurt of come shot into Don's mouth so that he had to open his throat all the way and let it all slide down. Don's sucking and slurping noises kept Darren hard for another minute until his penis felt so drained it hurt. "Mmmm, yummy, did you like that, lover?" Don said and looked so innocent and cute that Darren forgot himself and took Don's chin in one hand, tilted his head, and went down to kiss him deeply. Don let him kiss him and when their lips parted, Don just stared dumbfounded. Why did I let him kiss me tonight and why don't I feel revolted? This is going to need some sorting out, Don thought. Don gave Darren's flaccid penis a little peck on the head and said, "You get some sleep Honey. You have a big day of work tomorrow. Now give the girls a kiss good night." Don pushed his huge breasts into Darren's face. Darren gave each breast a big sucking kiss. "Mmmm, those are beautiful." "Thank you, baby. Good night" Don said in a very sweet and sultry voice. The next morning, Darren was dressed and almost out the door when he heard, "Oh, Honey?" Darren looked over at Don's door and framed in the backlight was Don, in a silk and lace baby doll with a see-through shift. On his feet were 4" open toed mules with fake pink fur on top before his beautifully pedicured toes. "I can't have you going to work with a lot of pent-up frustrations, can I?" Don wiggled over and said, "Stand right there!" and knelt before him and undid his zipper. He fished around until he came out with Darren's cock. "Hard already, my goodness," Don squealed with delight. Don licked up the shaft and slowly engulfed his entire cock. Darren grabbed Don's hair and rocked him back and forth on his cock. "Mmmm...unnn..unnn..unnn..." they both said in unison. Darren shot into Don's mouth and felt his knees get weak with pleasure. Don took Darren's cock and put it back in his underwear and zipped him up. He stood up with a big smile and Darren said, "Wow, thank you. Now that's a good morning." He looped an arm around Don's tiny waist and pulled him to himself and gave Don another big kiss. Don, again, felt himself not resisting, even yielding to his kiss. "Oh, my pleasure. Have a good day. Now you can concentrate on your work. Hurry back. I miss you already," Don said giving him a very cute, sly grin. "I will! Have a great day, see you tonight" Darren said with a big happy grin. Don said to an empty room, "Now that couldn't have been more than 40 seconds. I'm good!" Looking around the empty apartment, he suddenly felt lonely. Hmmm, I usually like time spent with myself, he thought. Now he found himself really missing Darren. I think I'm taking my research too much to heart with my techniques on making men horny. Don went to the bathroom to wash up and take stock. His pills, stomach crunches, and dieting has given him a 22" waist and his huge tits looked even bigger on his small frame. His tits were very firm over his flat as a board stomach, pointing back at him from the mirror like two torpedoes. His weak facial features as a man looked good on him as a woman. His small chin and high cheekbones looked great with his alabaster skin and long brunette hair. He cupped each breast from underneath with each of small hands, his French manicure looking very sexy. Man, what I wouldn't give to screw a girl like me, he thought but somehow not feeling aroused. Well, at least my look is having the desired affect on men's cocks, especially Darren's big cock. All of sudden, he felt flushed and hot and oh, my God, horny. He rushed into the bedroom, grabbed a flesh colored dildo and started rubbing himself all over with it, crying at the thought of what he might be becoming! Don got a hold on his hysteria and went about business. "This is all about the contest. You are such a great researcher, you can even make yourself believe your role," he said aloud. Don opened his closet to look at his sexy wardrobe. All his male stuff had since been packed away. For today, I'm going to have to look really sexy, he thought, as it was the sign-up day for the contest. Knowing men the way only another man could, he knew what the judges might like. He went with a skin tight pink top with no bra and a very short white skirt with a flared ruffle bottom ending at mid-thigh. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he carefully rolled on his taupe pantyhose and stepped into 5" white pumps. A glance at the clock showed it was 9:30 AM so he hurried out the door as he had a couple of stops to make before sign-up. As he was driving to his first stop at the salon, some guy in an SUV kept neck in neck with his car. He couldn't stop staring at him and he was licking his lips. Oh, man, Don thought. What women have to put up with. I'm sure I'm going down on him right now in his mind. At the salon, Don took a couple of deep breaths and said to himself, "Okay, Don, time to become Buffy the Baywatch babe." Don went to the front desk. "Is anyone available? I need a coloring, nail polish, and an eyebrow waxing." "Yes, come this way" the hefty woman at the desk said with a half-sneer. The woman thought to herself, 'these little big-breasted waifs come in here with no appointment. They get everything they want in life without having to work just because of those hot bodies they did nothing to earn. Just shake their moneymakers and men will do anything for them while I have to bust my ass my whole life. I wish we were busy so I can tell her to wait her turn like everyone else.' Fredrique was your stereotypical flamboyant flamer hairdresser. "Oh, Precious, come here Sweetie, let Frederique make you even more ravishing!" He clapped his hands in a summoning gesture. "Sonia, come here and do this princess's nails! Sit down, Precious, what look are we going for today?" "I want to look like a sex tart, Fredrique Sweetie. Blonde hair, straightened with some wave at the bottom. Hot pink fingernails and I want my eyebrows plucked into an arch and waxed," Don replied. "Let Fredrique do his mastery, when I get done with you, even I may be tempted and trust me, I haven't wanted girls in a long time. How about a nice bleached blonde to accent your lovely light complexion?" the hairdresser fawned. "Yes, that would be perfect," Don replied with a smile. The gay hairdresser doesn't even know I'm a man. Talk about qualifying. Two hours later, Don walked out looking like every man's fantasy, almost. One more stop before signups. Don clicked his heels on the sidewalk over to the optical place a few storefronts down. The optician's jaw dropped when he saw the blonde beauty walk through the door. Even before Don made it to the counter, the optician was behind the counter, with tongue practically panting. "What can I do for you today, Miss?" Don, enjoying his attention, said, "I would like to have blue eyes. May I see your nonprescription colored contact lenses?" "Of course, of course. I think you would look fantastic with blue eyes." He hurried off so that he could get back and get some more eyefuls of this gorgeous blonde. He came back in a flash. "Do you know how to put these in?" he asked. "I think so," and feeling playful Don added, "Could you help me?" "Yes, of course" and the optician rushed around the counter and stood obviously close to him. "Here, put the lens on your finger like so," he pantomimed with his hand. "Like this?" Don tried in his best ditzy impression and put one of the lenses on his small pink nailed finger. "Yes, now gently lift up your eyelid and just place it gently on your eye and blink," he said. "That's it, you did it. You are a natural." Don said, "Oh, thank you, sir, you are a great eye doctor. Sooo smart but you'd have to be to be a doctor. I wish I had your smarts." The doctor felt his willy starting to expand at the compliments from this beauty. "Here, look in the mirror." Don looked and saw exactly the look he was going for. In the mirror stood a ditzy, big breasted blue eyed blonde. "Perfect, hee hee," Don said doing his patented pretty clap while hopping slightly to make his tits bounce. At the register, the optician told the clerk to step aside, he'd ring her up personally. "Here's my card. If you need anything, and I mean, anything don't hesitate to call. If you have a problem, here's my personal number you can call at any hour." The doctor turned the card over and wrote a number down. "Oh, thank you, what great service you have. You are so kind. Maybe I can return the favor sometime," Don said suggestively. As he was walking out, he noticed in one of the mirrors that the doctor was stooped slightly while he watched Don's ass jiggle on the way out the door. What an erection I gave him, Don smiled to himself. Don drove over to Spunkhouse Magazine headquarters and went up to the doors. As he opened the door, he saw Jen from the hotdog eating contest coming out. He held the door for her and thought, 'oh no, all this way and I'm going to get discovered before I even start.' Jen looked at the bleached blonde bimbo holding the door for her and thought, 'Great, how am I supposed to compete with that?' and said "Thank you, here for the competition?" hoping she was a pinup. Don was relieved. She doesn't recognize me. "Yes, may the best girl win." "Yes, good luck but I bet the guy's going to explode when he just looks at you," Jen said and wondered what made the blonde think she was in the contest. She never said so but then thinking probably isn't the bimbo's strong suit. She probably has to take off her clothes to count to 22. Don?entered the Spunkhouse storefront that the magazine rents in a nondescript building.?Sex businesses tend to keep a low profile.?He walked the hallway to Suite 104 situated between a lawyer's office and an orthodontist.?The door to Suite 104 showed no signs of what business was conducted within.?I'll bet they are wondering why all these hot women and hunky guys are doing walking in and out of this office all day, Don thought. He curled his dainty hand around the doorknob and found it locked.?He got a little alarmed that he might have missed the signup times until he saw the doorbell to the left of the door.?Don pushed the doorbell button with the long pink fingernail on his index finger. Seconds later, the door opened and a huge black man answered the door. "Can I help you, Miss?"?rumbled the man sounding more like a small earthquake than a voice.?The big Black looked him up and down and Don thought he looked vaguely familiar but couldn't place him. "I'm here for the, um, signups for the competition," Don said, a little flustered, and nervous so that his voice sounded innocent and cute. "You in luck.?I doing the signups and the receptionist are at lunch so I covering for her.?What's your name, Sweetheart?" Don told him his cover name and the Black looked him over and came to a decision.?He took in the 'come fuck me' clothes, the bleached blonde hair, the pink nails and he made his conclusion.?Dumb blonde. "I'm Big Jim Slade.?Follow me,"?the black man said as he grabbed a clipboard from the table and went into a corner conference room.?"Have a seat."?Slade closed the door behind Don and locked it.?Don thought he heard the click of a lock but surely he couldn't be in trouble here. "Here's the sign-up sheet," Slade said giving him a pen.? Don inked in Donna Caring with his cell phone number.?"All done.?Now if you'll excuse me, I have some things to do.?I must be going."? "What's the rush, Beautiful? You nervous??Now, some men might like that, unnersstand, but a girl who sho' up and blo' good cock like she mean it win every time.?Tell you what, I'm a judge in the contest, know what I saying.?Let me see your technique and I give you some pointers.?I'll even vote for you to win," Slade said with obvious lust in his voice. Don was getting very nervous and now he knew where he has seen this 6'8" behemoth.?Big Jim Slade is the proud owner of a 16" cock and has been tearing up petite women (like himself now, he thought glumly) for over a decade in the porno movies.? Don decided he didn't need any of this action.?"Listen, Jim, Baby, you are huge beautiful man but I really got to get going.?There are people waiting for me outside and I should have been out there by now. I'll have to take a raincheck." "This'll just take a minute, Sugar.?This a race.?So, be fast." Slade said.?He pulled his zipper down loudly and ripped his pants off after kicking off his high top sneakers.?Slade pulled out his penis and at half mast, it was already bigger than any penis that Don had ever seen.? Slade was blocking the only way out of the room and decided he'd have to please him.?Trying to look on the bright side, he'd get experience with a black man and a freak of nature cock.?Plus, I'll get a vote.?Who knew what the contest would hold for him? "Ooooh, fuck my friends, I want to fuck that.?Wow, I think that will hurt little ol' me," Don said while stalking seductively towards Slade. Pulling from his research, he was laying on the thick, obvious charm. Don's head only came up to Slade's chest.?God, he's tall.?Don grabbed his cock and it was so wide, his small dainty hand couldn't even get around it.?He put his other hand around his shaft and started to tug lightly. God, he's got a fat cock. "Mmmm, do you like that?" Don said glancing up at him sweetly. "Fuck dat thing, Bitch.?I got tings to do.?Suck me off, Ho!" Slade's eyes flashed angrily.?Don realized at that moment that he had not researched any techniques on handling a violent sex fiend.?He assumed, wrongly, that he would be handling all men on his own terms.?Okay, quick but good, he thought.?Get him off and weakened and I can escape. Don bent at the waist as Slade was too tall to go to his knees and he immediate engulfed only a quarter of his cock.?'Oh my God, I'm going to choke to death' Don thought, wide-eyed with panic.?His mouth was open so wide it felt like his brain was going to explode. Slade bunched up Don's bleached blonde hair in a huge fist and started rocking his hips.?"Unnn, unnn, unnn," Don reflexively gagged as Slade's penis head started snaking down his throat.?Don struggled to breathe out his nostrils and something smelled very bad and not that musky scent that seemed to be getting more pleasant to him.?When did this guy last bathe? Slade was making animal noises and obviously was enjoying himself. Unfortunately for Don, Slade was an expert at being blown in the movies and he knew how to keep himself contained until it was time for the money shot.?Slade pounded Don's mouth mercilessly for another five minutes before he finally let go spraying a gallon of semen into Don's mouth.?It came out all around his pink glossy lips and dribbled down on his legs and the tips of his white Jimmy Choo high heels.? Slade said, "You a good ho, here, you earned this," and as Slade pulled up his pants, he reached in and threw a $20 on the conference room table.?"Come back anytime.?There's more where dat came from.?You got my vote, Sugar."? Slade unlocked the door and left, his trail of laughter mocked Don from down the hall. Don just sat on the floor, crying uncontrollably.?His small pink nailed hands covered his face as he bawled like a little girl.?After ten minutes, he wrapped his tiny waist with his slender arms and shook uncontrollable for several more minutes as he got his crying under control.?The feeling of violation was immense.?He actually felt like a whore as he stared at the twenty dollars on the table.?Trying to look at the bright side again, he remembered that Slade said he would vote for him.?There, you see, you are closer to 250 big ones.?Whatever it takes to win a contest, that's my motto.?'Oh, crap,' Don thought, 'have I turned into my own creation??Am I really now a dumb, ditzy blonde??There are no judges, this is a timed contest.?Oh God, Oh God, Oh God' he thought and started shaking again as he started crying.? He stumbled out of the conference room, jaw aching beyond belief from being a receptacle to that Loch Ness Monster, and found the ladies room. His beautiful hair was matted up from where Slade bunched it with his fist so Don couldn't escape the oral pounding. His eyes were bloodshot and his mascara was running from crying and his face was all red from the heat of humiliation.?He had to get out of here and fast but he couldn't run out with semen all over his pantyhose and shoes.?He quickly took off the shoes and wiped them down and got his pantyhose off with disgust at all the come that was all over them.?He threw them out and went to work on his makeup.?First, he took out the blue contact lenses. My hazel eyes should be pretty enough for any look, he affirmed to himself.?He got some Visine out of his purse so he wasn't bloodshot anymore and washed his face of all his feminine powders.?After putting on some more pink lip gloss, mascara, eye shadow, and painfully brushing the knots out of his hair, he rushed down the office past the startled receptionist and out the door hoping he wouldn't see Big Jim again. He yanked open the suite door and rounded the corner to the hallway and slammed into a man's chest.?"yaaaa, no!!" He shrieked and started hitting the chest of the man with little balled up fists. "Whoa, Miss, calm down," came a smooth voice. Don looked up to see that he was attacking a very good looking white man in his mid 40s with an athletic build.? "What's the matter, Honey?" the man said with actual concern in his voice.?"You look like you've been through an ordeal." Don fixed his beautiful eyes on this good looking caring man.?"No, I'll be alright.?Thank you so much for asking."?Why was I thinking of this guy as good looking??I'm straight and I never thought of guys like that. I'm just shook up, that's it.?He nodded cutely to himself and misunderstanding, the man smiled to her. Don gave him his dazzling smile back and said his thanks again, and as he moved around him, the man gently took hold of Don's smooth upper arm. "Please, I see you must be here for the signups but let me buy you a cup of coffee in the caf? across the street.?Just a half-hour of your time. I'm a talent scout for Spunkhouse and you have the look to have a very profitable future with our magazine.?I'm Bill, by the way."? Don introduced himself as Donna with a slight tremble in his voice. Whatever happened to shake up this pretty little thing must have been bad, thought Bill.?She looks so young and sweet, he felt like gathering her up in his arms and protecting from all the bad in the world forever. Bill and Don crossed the street to a fashionable little caf? with orange and white awnings.?Bill and Don must have looked like father and daughter with Bill at 6'2 and Don looking very young and small.?Plus, an onlooker must be thinking this is a good looking family with a handsome, distinguished father and a drop-dead gorgeous daughter going for some coffee to catch up on each other's lives.? "So, Donna, I know you are after the 'big bucks' of this contest but I think if you hear what I have to say, you won't even have to win this 'drop in the bucket' prize money." Bill continued on in earnest.?"You see, the prize includes three years as a Spunkhouse Girl which means photoshoots, spokesperson work, and an occasional blue film.?We are very competitive with the other magazines and you'll find that we are tough to beat.?Do you know that you are not only an employee, you become an owner after five years?" "I don't understand," Don said. "Ahh, that's where we differ from the other mags.?After five years, you get a one-percent share in all the profits and a five-percent share in anything you are in.?Let me give you an example.?We're are casting for Blow-Up Girls 2: The Wrath of Cock and if you are cast, you will get 5% of the profits.?The first movie made $100 million in worldwide distribution.?That means you would get $5 million dollars because you were in it.?You would make one-million dollars because you are a vested Spunkhouse Girl and you would already have made a million dollars because the yearly salary for a Girl is two-hundred thousand.?Now, that certainly doesn't suck, does it?"?Bill punned and smiled impishly. "I'm sorry, Bill, but that seems too good to be true,"?Don said. "If you are done with your coffee and want to take a little drive, I can prove it to you," Bill said. "Okay, sounds good to me," Don said feeling better in the presence of this confident man.?Don thought, I feel safe around him and my skin is all tingly. Don no longer questioned his manhood as it just felt good to be talked to like an equal.?Plus, Don thought, it's hard to feel like a macho man when your breasts are resting on the edge of the table you had to squeeze into.? Bill shortened his long stride to keep pace with the smaller female at his side and her sky-high heels as they made their way to the garage. Bill handed a ticket to the clerk who had to peel his eyes away from Don's chest.?'Some guys have all the luck' the valet thought. A minute later, Don heard the purr of a powerful motor kept barely under control and the valet arrived at the wheel of a Lamborghini convertible. Bill handed the valet five dollars and walked around the car with his arm around Don's waist.?With his other hand, he opened the door and gently guided him in. "Thank you sir.?What a beautiful car!?I love it! Tee hee," Don said feeling like his old self again.?That is, his new self after he recreated his old self and then wasn't that self but now is back to the new self.?Whatever, he giggled as he thought to himself, I'm the beautiful blonde in the convertible all the guys will be staring at.? "Let me show you how one of our Spunkhouse Girls are living.?Let me see if Boobsy McBusty is at home," Bill said as he started to thumbing numbers into his cell.? 'Wow, I'm going to meet Boobsy' thought Don.?She was in my fantasies as a young teen all the time.?Man, I can't wait to see her.?With her huge boobs, slim figure, beautiful mouth, gorgeous hair, man she looks like...um, me,' Don remembered himself.? "Boobsy!!?Bill, here.?Can we stop by??I got Donna with me who's entering the BJR and I'm trying hard to recruit.?You got to see her to believe her.?What's that??Oh God, too die for!!?Be there in ten." Bill hung up the cell and turned to Don, "Okay, Donna, she can't wait to meet you. Just to warn you, Boobsy likes women more than men and she's a bit forward.?She was asking about your body and she'll probably try to feel you up.?You aren't uncomfortable around people who are bisexual, are you?" "Oh, no, I am very comfortable around bisexual people," Don had to laugh to himself that Bill was uncomfortable that Don might not like some lesbo action. Bill said, "That's good, because we get a lot of sales of hot girl on hot girl action.?Oh, here we are." Don had to suck in his breath when he saw the place.?Boobsy was doing well living in a typical LA mansion with wrought iron gates with a flashy 'BM' adorning the gates.?Past that was a long curving driveway leading to a magnificent 27 room mansion.?Now, that's one BM that doesn't stink, Don laughed to himself. The gates swung open automatically and Bill drove up to outside the front doors.?Boobsy opened the door and bounced out.?"Ooooh, hi Bill, hi Donna, pleasure to meet you.?Ooh, you are a looker.?You're as big as me!" Boobsy said as she pressed her tits up against Don's tits as he stepped out of the car. "I told you she's forward, Donna.?Boobsy, don't scare the girl and stop trying to do in my old ticker," Bill said.? "Oooh, sorry Bill.?Your ticker is just fine, at least, last time I checked," she winked at Don.?"You don't mind a little playful teasing, do you, Donna?" "No, Boobsy, anytime," Don winked back. "Ooooh, I like her, Bill." Inside the place was a palace.?Everything was crystal, marble, oak, teak, leather, and beautifully furnished inside.?Outside were gardens, a huge pool, and tennis courts.? "Boobsy has been with us for ten years.?Tell me, how was life before coming to LA and becoming a Spunkhouse Girl?" Bill addressed Boobsy. Boobsy became all serious and her flirtatious act vanished into thin air.?"Let me tell you, Donna.?I grew up on a small farm in Iowa.?My stepdaddy was a mean womanizing drunk that made our lives a living hell. When I started growing these," Boobsy lifted up her breasts, "he was all over me and I was only 14.?So, when I was 16, I got on a bus and never looked back.?Bill found me working in a diner and now I'm having lunch with senators." "So, Donna, are you