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By Julie O Edited By Amelia R. Special Thanks to Bob Arnold Chapter 1 "Hey, Chucky, your skills are required in the men's room," announced TJ with a slight snicker. Even though Charles Maddox hated being called Chucky, he just rolled his eyes; he knew it was pointless to correct the large muscular man...again. At least he calls me by something close to my name, thought Charles as he headed towards the men's room with his clean up gear to see what sort of disgusting mess needed to be cleaned up now. As soon as he entered the men's room his nose told him that he was right as the pungent stench struck him. Just as he had thought, some asshole had puked in one of the stalls. Actually a better description would be that some asshole had puked all over the stall. With a shrug of his shoulders, Charles got to work and began to clean it up. It was the third time that week that he had to clean up someone's mess in the men's room. It was a shame that some people couldn't control themselves, he thought; that and it was a huge waste of good alcohol. Even though the clientele was exclusive, there were still those who over-indulged and it was one of Charles's jobs to clean up after them. Naturally, he hated this part of his job, who wouldn't, but he did it without complaining. He also knew that if he hurried, he could catch Cheyenne's last dance of the evening. Being the custodian at one of the most popular exotic dance clubs in the city had its moments. Chapter 2 Charles had just turned twenty-two and was in his fourth year of college. He was currently a few credits short of finishing his degree in business administration. The job was a necessary evil, as he desperately needed the money for his tuition and living expenses. His parents had stopped paying his tuition, because they wanted to send his younger brother to Yale. Charles got some money from a small scholarship, but it wasn't enough to pay for his last year of college. To pay his expenses he had taken the job a month ago at Club Risqu?. His academic advisor had told him about the job. While Charles was surprised about the job proposition, he eagerly accepted it. He wondered how his advisor had known about the job. The pay was very good, and the hours weren't too bad either. Yes, he had to work until around three in the morning, but Charles had always been a night owl, so he didn't mind. Besides, the semester had just ended and he could sleep in all day if he wanted to. Yes, it was also true that he had to sweep floors, clean up after spilled drinks, empty trash, and clean up after drunken businessmen, but on the plus side, he also got to watch gorgeous women dance naked. Currently Club Risqu? had two dozen fulltime dancers and all were stunningly beautiful. Okay, it was true they didn't know he even existed, but he could dream. His friends were slightly envious that he got to see the best dancers in town on a nightly basis. Deep down Charles knew he wasn't even in the same league as the waitresses, let alone the dancers. The women who served the drinks were also absolutely gorgeous. Charles was barely five-eight, thin, and barely scraping by. Why would they look at him? The other men who worked at the club did notice him, but it wasn't the type of attention anyone would want. They constantly kidded him about his job and his size. Still he took the kidding from the bartenders and bouncers without complaining, and his good nature was gradually winning them over. Besides calling him Chucky, the bouncers kidded him about the fact that he barely looked eighteen. Still Charles never thought they were being mean spirited, and it almost felt as if he was being tested somehow. Charles managed to finish cleaning up just as the tall buxom redhead took the stage. He had heard that her real name was Terri and she was originally from New Jersey, but the owner of the club had molded her into a sexy cowgirl. The word was that he personally molded each dancer's onstage persona. Cheyenne took the stage dressed all in white. She strutted onto the stage wearing leather chaps, vest, cowgirl boots, a Stetson and noting else but her smile. Charles couldn't take is eyes off of her. "She's impressive isn't she?" said a voice from behind Charles. Charles turned around to see Vikki Martin, the night manager, standing behind him. Her black leather dress looked as if it was painted on her shapely body. He was about to say something along the lines that he was getting back to work. "It's okay, Charles, she's worth watching. I also know you work hard," she said. Then she pointed towards the stage. "Can you believe she started here as a barmaid two years ago?" "Really?" he asked, still in shock that Vikki was even talking to him. It was also nice not to be called Chucky. Vikki nodded as she reached up to brush her curly blonde hair out of her eyes. She had been a dancer at the club for five years. The job was just something to earn money, so she could finish her business degree. To her total surprise, the club owner, Cain Renoir, immediately offered her the manager position when she graduated. She had been in her present position for two years. "All the dancers started as servers, that way Mr. Renoir can study them and decide how he wants them to look, or if he even wants them on stage," she explained. Charles looked over at two of the women who were serving drinks. They were all extremely attractive. Their short black dresses barely covered their shapely bodies. He had to admit that Mr. Renoir's way of grooming dancers made sense. "Oh, by the way, Charles, when the club closes tonight, can you swing by my office?" asked Vikki. "I have something that I would like to discuss with you." Charles immediately looked at her with a worried look on his face. Seeing his concern Vikki smiled. "Don't worry, you're not in trouble." "Um, thanks," he replied with relief. Now he was just curious why Vikki wanted to see him. Chapter 3 Charles sat nervously in Vikki's small office, which was located behind the bar. Charles had been in there once before when he was hired. Vikki had told him that she would be with him shortly. Even though Vikki had said that he wasn't in trouble, he had that strange feeling that he used to get when he was called into the principal's office. He looked around the small neat office, which contained a desk, two chairs, several file cabinets and a fake palm tree. On the pale yellow walls hung framed photos of various women, some of whom Charles recognized as dancers at the club. Although he knew that Vikki used to be a dancer, he was still surprised to see photos of her on stage. The exception to the photos was a large mirror that was mounted behind Vikki's desk. Charles glanced into the mirror and ran his fingers through his shoulder length dirty blonde hair, as he waited for Vikki to arrive. As he pulled it back into a ponytail he wondered about the mirror. It seemed to be a strange place for a mirror, he thought. For a second he wondered if it was one of those one-way mirrors he had seen in TV shows, but he quickly dismissed that as a stupid idea. Unknown to Charles he was actually right about the mirror. Vikki was just was watching his every move. She was standing next to the club owner, Cain Renoir. "Do you think he'll do it?" she asked the tall handsome man as they looked at Charles through the one-way mirror. Cain nodded as he stroked his neat moustache and goatee; studying the young male who was oblivious to their observations. His given name was Roger Harris, but that was another name from another life. He had changed his name years ago after he had joined the French Foreign Legion. He picked Renoir, as his mother had a cheap copy of a Renoir painting in her bedroom. It was the one thing of beauty in their otherwise dismal home. As for his first name, it had originated from an insult used against him by another Legionnaire. A particularly brutal corporal kept saying that Irishmen were so dim-witted and stubborn that only way to get to do anything was to beat them with a cane, just like any other stupid beast of burden. The corporal was an Englishman who took great pride in humiliating anyone of Irish heritage, and he particularly took pleasure in humiliating Roger. Roger initially ignored the insults from the corporal, as he was trying to control his temper. He also knew that if he struck back he would be severely punished. But as the corporal continued humiliating him, Roger was pushed to the breaking point, so he bided his time and waited for the right moment. That would come one night out in town. The corporal made the mistake of passing a bar that was frequented by Roger and his friends. Seeing his hated tormentor pass by, Roger immediately left the bar and caught the corporal in an alley. The corporal sneered at Roger when he saw him approach. "So, the mule has finally decided to stand up to his superior. Well, I don't have a cane to beat you with, so I'll just have to use my fists." Roger's reply was two short punches to the corporal's jaw. The rest of the fight was short and brutal as Roger beat the corporal senseless, much to the enjoyment of the rest of the platoon, who also loathed the arrogant Englishman. Still, when the fight was over they then carried the unconscious man back to their base and dropped him off in front of the hospital. After all he might have been a total bastard, but he was also a fellow Legionnaire. The corporal recovered from his beating and never bothered Roger again. No charges were filed against Roger, as the other men covered up the incident, and the corporal never pressed charges. Instead he told a wild tale of being attacked by some unknown assailants. Most of the men in Roger's platoon figured he was too embarrassed to admit that he had been bettered by Roger. In a mockery of the original insult they now called the young Irishman Cane, as it was now a badge of honor. Roger liked it so much that he changed his name to Cain. While he liked the exotic sound of his new name, there was another reason he discarded his original name; it was connected to too many painful memories of his old life. As Roger he had always been an outsider, never quite fitting in, due to the hand that had been dealt him by life. But as Cain he had found a home. "Mr. Renoir, do you agree with me?" asked Vikki. "Yes I do," he replied with confidence. His Irish accent was subdued, but still detectible. It became more noticeable when he was angry. He had commissioned a comprehensive background check of the boy. A detective had performed a detailed background check on Charles. Cain knew that the boy's family was on the other coast and had cut him off financially the previous winter. He also knew the boy barely had five hundred dollars in his savings account. Without the job the boy wouldn't be able to complete his degree. There were even more private things he knew about Charles. "Well, if he does it won't take much to transform him, he has such beautiful blue eyes, like the ocean on a sunny day," continued Vikki. "How long have you been giving him the juice?" "It's been four weeks now," replied Cain. "Just enough to prep the body, if he accepts the position. I don't want any delays." Vikki smiled at her boss. "I agree, he's not very masculine to begin with, so he should respond well to the second stage." "I concur, she'll be quite lovely," he said. "Good luck, Vikki." Chapter 4 A minute later Vikki entered the small office and sat down at her desk. "Sorry to keep you waiting, I was talking to Mr. Renoir," she apologized as she set down a folder in her in-box. "No problem," replied Charles. "Charles, I'm not one for beating around the bushes, so I'm going to tell you this straight up," stated Vikki. "I'd like to offer you a promotion." Charles was shocked. "Really?" His mind began to race as to what the new job could be. He was too small to be a bouncer and he knew nothing about tending bar, and those were the only jobs performed by men in the club. "Yes, really," she replied. "We're adding a new dancer to the show and that's created an opening." He cocked his head in confusion. "How would you like a job serving drinks?" she asked. "Um, I guess so, but aren't all the servers girls?" he replied. Vikki nodded. "Very observant. It would require a major makeover, but it would be worth it. Most of the servers pull in several hundred in tips alone on weeknights. You can easily double that on weekends," she explained. She watched his face as her words began to sink in. The next few minutes would decide if Charles would stay or leave. "You want me to dress up as a girl?" he asked fighting back his shock. "I think you'd be quite lovely," answered Vikki. "Have you ever dressed as a girl before?" Charles nodded. "Please tell me about it," said Vikki as she leaned closer to him. Another good sign, but then again, Mr. Renoir probably already knew this, he seemed to know everything. "Don't worry; I'm not judging you or anything like that." "I did it for Halloween a few times," admitted Charles reluctantly. Vikki noted how Charles's voice got softer and she immediately suspected that there was more to it than that, Cain sure knew how to pick them. "Please go on." "I did it once in high school and also at a party last fall," he answered. "Please tell me what you dressed as?" asked Vikki, as she reached into the mini-fridge behind her desk. She pulled out two bottles of cold Heineken. "Would you like a beer?" Charles nodded and eagerly took the bottle from her. "Thank you," he said. He opened the bottle and took a sip, the ice cold beer really hit the spot. Vikki knew that from past experiences that she had him. If Charles didn't want to dress he would have left by now. "In high school I dressed as a school girl. I went to an all boys private school and I wore the uniform of our sister school," replied Charles. "One of the female teachers helped me." "And last year?" asked Vikki as she imagined him dressed as a proper young school girl. She decided that he would look very cute, as Charles had a very youthful appearance. Charles took a long drink from the bottle, then grinned slightly. "I dressed like a hooker, sorry." "I'm not offended, after all it was Halloween. So, did you fool anyone?" Charles nodded. "Both times." "And?" "It was fun," Charles replied, hiding a slight grin. "Well, think about how much fun it will be fooling people and getting paid... correction, being paid A LOT for it." "Well, I really could use the money. But why don't you just hire a real girl?" asked Charles. "I mean, wouldn't it would be easier?" "We have real girls working here, but Mr. Renoir also likes to have a mix," she replied. Charles wasn't exactly sure what she meant by that, however he didn't press the point. Then he realized that the club owner obviously was in on this. "You mean, Mr. Renoir..." She nodded. "Yes, he feels you have great potential to pull this off." Charles scratched his head. This was so strange, but at the same time it was very intriguing for a variety of reasons. "Now, if you agree to do this, it would be for the whole summer, and it would also mean that you'd be living as a woman twenty-four-seven," she continued. Charles's eyes opened wide. "You...you mean all the time?" Vikki laughed. "That's usually what that means. Honey, in case you haven't noticed, all the staff have long nails and get their hair styled regularly. You have long enough hair and wigs are so hot and uncomfortable. Mr. Renoir likes all the women here to look very feminine and sexy. So you really won't look much like a boy after we're done with you. If you work a full schedule you'll easily make a grand a week, if you include tips...probably more than that." She knew how much Charles needed money. Charles thought about it. This could solve his financial difficulties and all his friends were back at their homes, so who would know? As for his parents, screw them. The job would allow him to complete school without their help. "When do I start?" "Tomorrow, Charlene," she replied. She then began to describe what would happen. Charles didn't argue when he heard the feminine name, which pleased Vikki. Cain watched through the mirror and smiled to himself as he sipped his glass of brandy. Chapter 5 "You're on time, very good," stated Vikki as she glanced at her watch. It was early afternoon. Charles nodded with a yawn. He was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a t-shirt. His long hair was pulled back into a ponytail. "I haven't been up this early in a while." Vikki laughed. "I can relate to that. I'm also pleased you showed up, we've had some candidates change their minds," said Vikki as she led him towards her sedan, her heels clicking on the pavement of the parking lot. "We have a lot to do this afternoon." "I do have a question, isn't this going to be expensive? I mean I have to get a makeover, a new wardrobe and everything else, won't it cost me more than what I'll make?" Vikki shook her head as she pressed the remote that unlocked her car doors. "I knew you were a smart one. Just so you know, your initial transformation is on the house. You'll have a sufficient wardrobe for when you're not at work, along with makeup, jewelry, shoes, etc. At work you'll wear the same outfit as the other girls." Charles shook his head in disbelief. "That will take some getting used to." "The sooner the better, Charlene," said Vikki. "It would be best that from now own you consider yourself a girl. By the way, Mr. Renoir picked out your new name personally, do you like it?" Charlene nodded slightly. "It's okay, I guess." "Great. Now, you'll also get a discount at the salon. You'll need to get your nails done every two weeks. You'll also get waxed there. As for your hair, we'll see what it takes. The main thing is that you'll need to pay attention to your appearance. I'm glad to see you have pierced ears, however, I'd like you to get some additional piercings in each ear." "That's fine," replied Charles. "And you'll also need to spend some time in the tanning booth. There's a salon across the street that gives us a company discount," she continued. "Just as long as they don't do that fake orange spray on stuff," replied Charles. "I don't want to look like a carrot." It didn't take them very long to get to the salon. It was obvious to Charlene that the women at the beauty salon were experienced in transforming men into women. They also knew the type of look that would be required at the club. "Okay, Charlene, I'll leave you in their very capable hands, while I do some shopping for you," said Vikki. "Don't worry, I'm just going to get you an outfit so we can go shopping, I wouldn't want to leave you out of the fun." "Don't you want to know my sizes?" asked Charlene. Vikki shook her head. "Not necessary, I already know them. I have a knack for sizing up people." Chapter 6 The women in the salon immediately went to work on Charlene. The waxing wasn't as bad as she thought it would be, although she hadn't realized that her eyebrows would be styled so thin and highly arched. She was also surprised that the woman doing the waxing insisted on doing the pubic region too. "I'm just doing what your boss is paying us to do," she said as she noticed Charlene's concern. Charlene's hair went from dirty to platinum blonde. "It's rather extreme, isn't it?" Charlene asked as she looked into the mirror. "Mr. Renoir specifically mentioned the color and style," said the stylist. "Actually it looks great on you, Charlene. You look classy as a blonde, not cheap or slutty." Charlene ran her fingers through the large curls that now covered her head. She wasn't sure if it was her own image she was looking at, as she looked so feminine now. Her fingernails were now long and painted a bright red. Each ear now had several more studs. Her face was totally made up, which further made her look like a woman. Vikki was right; she would have to live fulltime as a woman for as long as she held the job, as she no longer looked even remotely like a guy. "The style will be easy to maintain, and can be adapted and changed as required," explained the stylist. Charlene was about to ask her what she meant by that when Vikki arrived. "Well, well, don't you look lovely," said Vikki. Charlene turned around to look at her manager. "I can't believe this is me." "You look better than I expected, Charlene, I know Mr. Renoir will be very pleased. Now, let's get you dressed. We have some shopping to do!" Chapter 7 Charlene was amazed by the size of her new wardrobe. It was spread out over her bed in her tiny studio apartment. Vikki was helping her put it all away, while at the same time removing her meager male wardrobe. "This isn't a bad little place, Charlene, although it could use some decorating," noted Vikki. "We can do that later this week." "Why?" asked Charlene. "It will put you into a better mindset for being a woman if your home is feminine too," she replied. "It won't take much; new drapes, bedspread, and sheets would be a nice start." "I wonder what my landlord will say," said Charlene, as she folded a pair of panties. "That's been taken care of," replied Vikki. "Mr. Renoir knows the owner of your building. We've had other girls live here, so there won't be any problems." "Mr. Renoir thinks of everything, doesn't he?" "He sure does," replied Vikki, who sat down on the bed and patted next to her. Charlene sat down next to her. "Look, I know this may seem a little weird at the moment, but if you play your cards right and keep an open mind, this will be very beneficial to you. Mr. Renoir is a very powerful man with lots of connections. He's very generous to those who work hard for him... if you know what I mean." Charlene stared back. "I think so...um, there's more to this than what I've been told, right?" Vikki nodded. "Are you going to tell me?" asked Charlene. "Mr. Renoir will when you get to work tonight." Charlene's face showed her concern. "Don't worry, dear. I can tell you that you can back out of this at any time, however, I don't think you will," continued Vikki. "Okay," she replied. "I'll swing by and pick you up at nine. I'll help you with your makeup and hair too." Chapter 8 Charlene followed Vikki into Mr. Renoir's office. She was a little wobbly in her high heels, but she was gradually getting used to them. They had four inch heels and Charlene was a little nervous about falling. The dress she was wearing was also very short. It was black in color, just like the other drink servers. She did notice that her nametag was white with black letters. The other servers all had nametags that were either pink or green, and she wondered what if it meant anything. Her makeup was much heavier and sexier than she had been wearing during the day. Vikki explained that in the dim light of the club she would have wear more makeup and that she would also have to reapply it often. "Your tips will be based on your appearance, I know it's sexist, but that's the way it works," explained Vikki earlier in the evening. "Now just remember, be nice, flirt, but if you get in trouble get help. The men can look but not touch. Oh, and the women guests cannot touch either!" "I'll remember that," replied Charlene. "I still don't understand why, I mean I look so much like a girl, who's going to know?" "Mr. Renoir will explain," said Vikki. As they entered the office Charlene immediately noticed how spacious it was. It was also expensively furnished. There was a large leather couch against one wall. Mr. Renoir was seated behind what looked like an antique oak desk. Behind him the wall was filled with photographs, flags, and military memorabilia. A white kepi was displayed prominently behind the desk in a glass display case. As Charlene looked at the items she realized the rumors of Mr. Renoir being in the French Foreign Legion was true. As they entered he looked up and nodded. "Exquisite," he remarked as he stood up to greet them. "Charlene, you are simply exquisite." "Um, thank you, sir," she replied nervously. Still she was pleased that he found her attractive. "I owe a lot of this to Vikki." Charlene had only talked to Mr. Renoir once before and she was more than a little nervous about being in his office. Still, despite his reputation for secrecy, he seemed friendly enough. She looked at his face and noticed that it had the weathered look of someone who had spent a lot of time outside. His short neatly styled hair had streaks of gray in it, which only served to make him look distinguished. She also noticed that he appeared to be very fit. "Of course, please sit down, Charlene," he said, motioning to the chairs in front of his desk. He waited until after they were seated to sit down. He noticed that Charlene carefully crossed her legs without being told. "I'm sure you have a lot of questions, but please allow me to speak first," he stated as he pulled a large cigar out of the wooden humidor on his desk. Charlene nodded. "Good," he stated as he precisely clipped the tip of the cigar. "I hope you don't mind me smoking, I know it's a nasty habit, but I got hooked on these when I was in Africa. I limit myself to one a day. It's not so bad when you only smoke the good ones." "I don't mind," replied Charlene. She recognized the wrapping of the cigar as Cuban, the type her father sometimes smoked. She also knew they were both expensive and illegal. "I don't smoke myself, but I like the aroma." "Good girl," he said as he lit the cigar. "I suppose you wonder why I've given you this promotion. As you have probably noticed, we cater to a rather wealthy and exclusive crowd. Granted, money doesn't always mean good manners, as you probably noticed in your last position here." Charlene grinned as she nodded. "Just so you know, if a guest cannot control themselves they are not allowed back," he said. "I can afford to be picky, as our reputation for providing entertainment is well known. Just not anyone can get in here." She had always wondered why the club was always full, even on week nights. "This leads us to why I offered you this position," he continued. "In addition to providing the best exotic dancing available, we also offer additional services." Charlene's breathing suddenly got heavier as she listened to her boss's words. "Yes, we provide escorts for our clients, and our clients have a variety of tastes. Now, before I continue, I want to make one thing very clear, I am not going to force you to do anything you don't want to do. I do ask that you listen to my proposal completely before you make any decision, is that clear?" "Okay," she replied softly. "As you probably noticed, the staff wears different colored name tags, the colors designate those who are available from those who are not," interjected Vikki. He nodded. "You were hired with this position in mind. I can get cleaning staff anywhere, but I wanted to size you up. You have a good sense of humor and took the kidding of the men in stride. You never complained and always worked hard," he said. Charlene wanted to interrupt, but bit her lip and continued to listen. "For the last month I've had the bartender place a solution in your drinks. It has served to prep your body for physical changes," he continued. "It is perfectly safe and totally reversible, should you decide not to proceed any further. I apologize for doing this, but time is of the essence. I needed to have you ready to go as soon as possible. Please accept my deepest apology." On her breaks Charlene always had a soda. She couldn't remember any thing odd about the taste. "Is it completely reversible?" she asked. "Yes, if that's what you wish, but please let me tell you the rest, okay?" "Okay," she replied. While she was a little miffed about being drugged, she was willing to listen to the whole proposal. "The next phase of the treatment however will cause rather dramatic changes in your body," he said. "If you decide to take it you will develop breasts, and the other curves associated with a woman. Your sex drive will not change, although your penis will be smaller. I want you to know everything." Charlene stared back in shock, not knowing what to think. "The changes will occur rather rapidly. It's not exactly a traditional medical treatment; rather it's something I picked up from a tribal doctor in Africa. Once you start taking it, you will have a very feminine physique in two to three weeks or so, maybe sometimes even faster." He carefully knocked an ash off the tip of the cigar into a large marble ashtray on his desk. "Once you are comfortable in your new body, you will be added to the menu that our guests can select from. You will be paid a flat rate for accepting the assignment. The rate depends on what the guest requests. Your tips will depend on the client, but they are expected to be generous." Charlene glanced at Vikki, who nodded back. "Now, not every guest wants sex, some just want companionship. However you will be told ahead of time what the guest has in mind. If they violate this contract, they will be punished. I make it very clear to them that no one, and I mean no one, hurts one of my employees," he stated strongly. He took a strong drag on his cigar and blew out the smoke slowly. A good cigar needed to be enjoyed leisurely. "I promise you, Charlene, that you will be taken care of in all matters, financially, medically, and career wise. If you decide to get up and leave right now, I will not hold it against you; however I would like you to think about what I am offering. Do you have any questions?" Charlene almost laughed nervously from this last question. "Um, how did you pick me, just because I'm not very masculine?" she asked. He shook his head. "Good question, I knew you were a smart one. While your physical size is important, it wasn't the main reason. The solution can feminize even extremely masculine men. Attitude and willingness to please are also important. No, you first came to my attention when you attended a party last Halloween dressed as prostitute." Charlene's eyes opened wide. "You... knew about that? You know...oh my god...do you know...everything?" she stammered. "Yes, my dear. I'm always on the look for girls like you. I just don't hire anyone; I want girls who are intelligent as well as willing. I had an associate who just happened to be at the party, it was he who spotted you; at first he thought you were a girl." "What...what was his name?" asked Charlene. "Kelly," replied Mr. Renoir. Charlene gasped as her hand went up to her mouth. "So...so that was... that all an act?" Mr. Renoir shook is head. "No, he genuinely likes girls like you, and he said you were a lovely young woman. If he didn't think so...you wouldn't be sitting in my office." Chapter 9 Halloween; the previous year. Charles walked into the party pleased with the way he looked. It was only at Halloween that he gave into his urges and went out dressed in women's clothes. His whole life he had the urges, but had learned to suppress them. This was done for self preservation, as he had seen several guys in his school beaten up because someone thought they were gay. Being a student at an all male school made matters worse, and Charles learned to be always on guard. Charles learned how to hide his feelings and give into them only at certain acceptable times. Tonight he was dressed in a tight red tube dress. The dress had black stripes in a zebra like fashion. On his legs he wore fishnet stockings, which were held up by garters attached to the corset he was wearing. He was wearing four inch heels on his feet. On his head he was wearing a red curly wig. His makeup wasn't too bad, considering how little practice he had. Judging by the looks of the others at the party, he had done a very good job, as he could see in their eyes that they weren't sure if he was a guy or a girl. Charles decided to play along and not tell anyone who he really was. A few of his friends were shocked when they found out who the sexy redhead was. One of Charles's best friends was stunned. "Fuck, man, I really thought you were a chick. Great fuckin' costume!" An hour into the party Charles was sitting on a barstool in the basement of the house, drinking from a plastic cup that held a heavily alcohol laced punch. "Hi, is this seat taken?" He turned around to see a handsome man, dressed as a pirate, standing next to him. Charles shook his head. He had never seen the man before and he didn't act like the typical college student, he seemed more mature. The pirate sat down. "Thanks. It feels good to sit down in a quiet place." Charles nodded. The stereo upstairs was so loud that it could be easily heard in the basement. "I know what you mean," Charles replied. "I'm Kelly," said the pirate extending his hand. "Pleased to meet you," Charles replied. He noticed he had a slight English accent. "And what's your name, my lady?" asked Kelly, still holding his hand. Charles hesitated. He had been calling himself Candy as part of his costume. "Actually, I already know you name...or is it names?" confessed Kelly. He had a sly grin on his face. Kelly then leaned over and whispered into Charles's ear. "Charles doesn't fit a beauty like you. Just so you know, I like Candy... especially candy like you." Charles smiled back. "Thank you." Kelly then slipped his arm around Charles's waist. "Does that bother you?" Charles shook his head. It was all happening so fast, yet he didn't want the handsome man to stop either. "Now would you like me to kiss you?" Charles nodded slightly. Kelly then began to kiss Charles, pulling him closer. "Do you want to be my girl?" asked Kelly. Charles surrendered and Candy took over. So, this was what it is like to be kissed by a man, she thought. It's even nicer than she had thought. "Yes, please let me be your girl," she replied. "You want to leave?" he whispered. Candy nodded. Chapter 10 They drove away from the party in Kelly's sedan. He had his arm around her shoulder and at each stoplight they kissed. Charles had fantasized about something like this happening too many times to count, and now as Candy she would finally experience it. She had to admit that Kelly was quite handsome. She figured he was in his late twenties, or early thirties. She also noticed he was muscular and in great physical shape. He had removed his wig and pirate hat when they got in the car, and she noticed he had dark red hair. When they got to his place she surrendered to Kelly's demands and soon she was on her knees in front of him. He was sitting on the couch and his cock was out of his pants. He gently guided her head towards it and she eagerly opened up her mouth. Kelly was firm, but gentle with her, and led her through her first blowjob. Candy was slightly in shock by how easily she had submitted to the act. She was also shocked how much she enjoyed it. She didn't even mind when he came into her mouth. When she was finished he helped her up onto the couch and pulled her close to him. "Would you like to go to bed with me?" he asked. Candy just nodded. Kelly took her by the hand and led her into his bedroom. Chapter 11 Present Day "Kelly said that you were a very responsive lover," said Mr. Renoir, as he let out a puff of smoke from his cigar. "In fact he said you were in words 'delightful and refreshing.' I thought you might appreciate hearing that." Charlene just stared back, not sure what to think. However, deep down she was pleased that Kelly had really liked her, and part of her wanted to see him again. "I think you'll see that this is a marvelous opportunity, Charlene," he added in between puffs on the cigar. "Okay, so you knew about me, but how did that led me into working here?" she asked. "I used my contacts at the university to steer you to the job," he replied. "You'll find that I usually get what I want." Charlene nodded. "However I don't force anyone to do what they don't want to do. If you want to walk, you can, the preliminary effects will fade. If you want to start the second phase, just be warned that it's more or less permanent," he continued. "So, I'll be a woman from now on..." she stated softly. "I can have your identity changed, so that you'll have legal status as a woman," he said. "Will I stay...functional?" she asked. "For one to two years, sometimes longer, it all depends on your body chemistry," he explained. "When you're no longer functional, I will pay for the surgery to complete what was started. There is one more side effect of the solution; it does raise your sexual sensitivity." Charlene looked over at Vikki and then back to Mr. Renoir. "In what way?" "Oh, I don't mean you'll become more sexually active or turn into a sex addict. Your sex drive will stay the same as it is right now, however you will find that you'll enjoy sex more," he explained. "Charlene, he means you'll find sex is much more enjoyable," added Vikki. "Okay...that doesn't sound too bad. But what will happen to me when I no longer want to be an escort?" asked Charlene. "At that point, if you still wish to work for me, I will find you a new position," said Mr. Renoir. "You mean as a dancer?" she asked. "That's just one opportunity," he replied as he took another drag on his cigar. He then cast a glance at Vikki. "I can provide other options." "He took care of me, Charlene," interjected Vikki. Charlene turned and looked at the dazzling woman sitting next to her. "You...you used to be...a guy?" Vikki nodded. "Not much of one, but I was one a guy named Victor. I was given the same sort of offer as you were. I worked as an escort for a year or so, and then five years as a dancer, which I truly enjoyed. I then moved up to being the club manager." "A position in which she has excelled, by the way. In addition to the club I have other business interests that I can place you," interjected Mr. Renoir. "So, I can finish my degree?" asked Charlene. "Of course, I want all my girls to succeed," he said as he nodded. "Now you have a lot to think about, Charlene. I don't expect an answer tonight, but I would like one by the end of the week, is that acceptable?" "Yes, yes it is," she replied. Chapter 12 Cain was very pleased with how Charlene had turned out. She had handled the entire proposal with maturity and open-mindedness. He couldn't have asked for anything more. He was very confident that she would accept his offer. He pulled a bottle of single malt out his desk drawer and poured himself a glass. Next he reached around and turned on his CD player and as the music came on, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes as Edith Piaf's voice singing, "Non, je ne regrette rien," filled the room, and soon he was lost in his memories. The old-timers in the Legion had introduced him to the music of the Little Sparrow and he too had learned to love her singing, especially the current song as it had been adopted by the Legion. As he listened he thought of his past and how he had gotten to his present position. He had been born into poverty in a Northern Ireland slum. He grew up in a crowded flat with his mother and her family. His birth father was a British solider who had abandoned them, even before Roger had been born. As everyone in his neighborhood knew he was illegitimate, he was constantly fighting off insults. As far back as he could remember he was constantly fighting to protect his family honor. As he grew older and bigger he began to win most of the fights, until no one dared insult him. While he never quite fit in, he became begrudgingly respected. All this fighting matured him quickly and by the time he was seventeen he was six-one and very muscular. He left his home to start his life over as a merchant seaman. While in France for a port call, he met the love of his life, a petite brunette barmaid with a charming smile, and they were soon married. Unfortunately this momentary happiness was not to last and fate guided him into the Legion. He refilled his glass to drown those unpleasant memories. Thanks to his hard upbringing, he easily adapted to the Spartan lifestyle of the Legion. In many ways it was better than the life he had grown up with. He had finally found the sense of belonging that he had been seeking; his past didn't matter to the men he served with and in many ways it became his new family. Like most of the men in his unit he was proficient in combat. It was during these moments of combat that Cain discovered that he was also a natural leader. Older, more experienced legionaries, were soon turning to him in times of crisis, respecting his calm demeanor in battle. His superiors also recognized his abilities and he rose swiftly through the ranks and soon held the rank of sergent-chef or master sergeant. Even though he was offered a higher rank, Cain refused and stayed a sergeant, as it was this rank that he knew he could do the most good for his men. As much as he loved the Legion, he knew that there was no real future in it. He wanted more out of life and for that he would need money. Later, when he left the legion, he served several contracts as a professional mercenary. He only took contracts for causes he believed in. Yes, it cost him money, but he was still paid well for his services, and at the same time he kept his sense of honor. The last contract he worked was for the CIA. He was befriended by the field agent in charge of the operation, who grew to like the ex- Legionnaire. When the contract was completed, he assisted Cain by cutting red-tape and rewarding Cain with US citizenship. Cain quickly remade his life and had moved from being a professional solider to becoming a businessman and entrepreneur. In a short time he turned a sleazy bar into one of the most exclusive gentlemen's clubs around. Even though he was now a businessman, he didn't totally hide his background. It served to keep problems to a minimum. When the local organized crime boss requested protection money, Cain persuaded him to leave the club alone. The details of the deal were murky, but it may have something to do with the high explosives that appeared under the boss' car. Cain had called the man up and told him where the explosives were hidden. He also said that the next time there would be no warning. The word soon spread not to mess with the ex-legionnaire. There were also plenty of rumors about Cain's past. Many weren't true, but Cain didn't mind, as they built up his reputation. Cain himself carefully released just what he wanted others to know about his past. The money for the club partially came from his days as a merc, the rest came in from contacts he did for local businessmen who needed problems resolved in a manner that didn't include the authorities. As his reputation grew, the mere mention of his involvement was enough to end any disputes. As a boss he was both liked and respected by his employees, all of whom profited from his business decisions. They also liked the fact that he genuinely seemed to look after them; often assisting them in solving personal problems. Cain liked to think of his employees as his extended family and he hoped that Charlene would be the newest addition. Chapter 13 That night Charlene was paired with a bubbly brunette named Brittney. Brittney had been working at the club for two years and was being groomed to make the step up to a dancer. "The job is pretty simple, Charlene," she said. "You get assigned a couple of tables and you just make sure they get their drinks. Most of the guests order the same stuff throughout the night, so it's pretty simple. A lot of the time they'll be here the whole night. The bartenders know what the regulars order and will often have it ready before you even ask. The real high rollers have their favorites reserved for them." "Doesn't sound too bad," Charlene replied. "This is a great place to work. I'm really happy that you got promoted, so you can start earning the big bucks," continued Brittney. "And you won't have to clean up puke anymore!" "So, so you know who I used to be?" asked Charlene. Brittney laughed. "We all do. Don't worry kid, you'll be treated great. The guys really look after us, and they especially look after girls like us." Charlene's eyes open wide. She couldn't believe the shapely woman standing next to her used to be male. Brittney's dress was low cut and showed off her large breasts. "How long did it take to start seeing changes?" asked Charlene. "From the juice? I had small breasts within two weeks, these beauties took a month to come in," she replied as she cupped her breasts. "Any regrets?" Britney shook her head and her hair flipped back and forth. "None at all, I had a terrible job and no future when Mr. Renoir hired me. I also hated my old life. If I had changed without his help, it would have been awful. Now, if you agree to date the guests, you usually only do one or two a week. Eventually you get your regulars, which is great as you know what to expect. Mr. Renoir probably told you that he doesn't tolerate problems, and he means that." "I'm not sure about the dating... I mean it sort of sounds like prostitution," said Charlene. "The only things it has in common with prostitution is money and sex," replied Brittney. "The clients here are screened and pay really well. It's clean and safe too. I mean people want sex, so why not get paid for it?" Charlene shrugged. "I guess that makes sense." Brittney put her hand on Charlene's shoulder. "I know it's a fine line, but it's a good way to make money. Almost every girl who works here dates. If you don't want to do it, that's cool, but think it over first. Like I said before, if you decide to do it, it's only a few times a week, unless you want to do it more often. But just so you know, I pull in at least two grand a week when I date. It's allowing me to become financially secure for the first time in my life." Charlene nodded. "It's just a lot to absorb." "Honey, this is a great place to work. Being a girl isn't so bad either." "Did you want to be female before this?" "I could have gone on as a guy, but I hated it. I wasn't very masculine and got the crap beat out me a few times. The money was too good to pass up," she replied as she looked at her watch. "Now we need to get to work." Chapter 14 Charlene stared at the ceiling of her bedroom for several hours lost in deep thought. She knew she had a big decision to make and she listed the pros and cons of it in her mind. Unlike Brittney, the money wouldn't be the main reason for making the change. Oh, it was good, but Charlene wasn't about to change her life just for money. The idea of becoming a woman was very appealing. And then there was the sex; her mind drifted back to that night with Kelly. It was the best sex she had ever had; it made her feel whole for the first time. As a guy sex was always clumsy and stressful, as a woman it was pure bliss. The more she thought about it, it became apparent to her that she was comfortable being a bi-sexual woman. Brittney had told her that some of the best clients for the transgendered girls were women. She also told Charlene that there were married couples that liked to do threesomes, and Charlene found this very appealing. Yes, her family would be pissed, but then again, they had grown apart over the last year. Charlene's parents were very conservative and status conscious. She suspected that was the real reason why they were sending her younger brother to an Ivy League college. The idea that one of their children was working as a transgendered escort would be a scandal. But Charlene decided that her decision wouldn't be based on getting back at her parents, which was even dumber than just doing it for money. No, she had to admit that she was intrigued other opportunities that Mr. Renoir mentioned. She could finish her degree and move on as a businesswoman, it was very an attractive offer. The more Charlene thought about it, the opportunity was too good to pass up. Still she played out the pluses and minuses in her head over and over, until she drifted off to sleep. Chapter 15 Vikki arrived to find that Charlene was applying her own makeup. "Wow, you sure are a fast learner," Vikki stated. "Although you need to watch your eyeliner, it's a little crooked." "Thanks," replied Charlene as she began to reapply the eyeliner. "I've been practicing all afternoon." "Oh, I forgot to mention about the gym," said Vikki as she pulled up a chair and sat down next to Charlene. "Mr. Renoir owns a health club and you automatically get a membership. You're expected to go there at least three times a week to stay in shape. The good thing is that we usually have a group workout scheduled everyday. We can go there tomorrow and I'll show you around." Charlene nodded. "I'd like that. Um, Vikki, I made up my mind, I want to do it...do it all." Vikki smiled and hugged the younger woman. "I knew you would, but congratulations anyway!" "Thank you," she replied. She then told Vikki about her decision. "Good. I'm glad you'll finish college. Don't worry about the admin side of the university; Mr. Renoir will take care of that." "How?" asked Charlene. "The dean is a customer," replied Vikki with a snicker. "Wow," exclaimed Charlene. "However, I want to do my own work." "Of course," answered Vikki. "There will be plenty of opportunities for you when you make the break. Now we'd better get to the club and tell Mr. Renoir the good news." Chapter 16 "I'm very pleased, Charlene," he said as he handed her a champagne flute, filled with what looked like orange juice. "The juice is very concentrated and so you'll only need to take it once a week." Charlene took the glass and after a slight hesitation she took a sip. It was surprisingly pleasant tasting. "It sort of tastes like mango." "So I've been told... I wouldn't know myself," he replied with a smile. "Now once a week for the next month you'll come by and I'll give you the juice. After that your body will start producing its own female hormones." Charlene finished her drink and handed the glass back to her boss. "How does that work?" she asked. "To be honest, I have no idea. I get the juice from a connection in Africa. It is produced by female tribal doctors, who closely guard its secrets. In exchange for the juice I fund village projects like wells and schools. I consider it a good trade." Charlene nodded. "So, what happens next?" "Each week I would like to see how you've changed," he continued. Vikki had told Charlene about the weekly inspection. "Okay." "Good girl," he replied. "I'll start working on changing your legal status; you should have a new driver's license in a week." "Okay," she replied. "It really doesn't matter as I don't have a car." "That will change as you will soon be making enough to buy some transportation," he said. "Vikki and the other girls will train you, so you'll be prepared when you start dating." "When will that be?" she asked. "Not for a couple of months, I want you to adjust to your new life first," he replied. "Thank you, Mr. Renoir, thank you for everything." Chapter 17 Over the next few days Charlene was paired with several different women at work. The first one was Lisa, who had been working at the club for eight months. Like Charlene she was working at the club to pay for college. Lisa was tall and wore her long red hair in a single braid. In addition to teaching her about the job, Lisa told Charlene a lot about the juice and the transformation. "What's amazing is how fast it works," said Lisa as she passed her order to the bartender. "I mean, I was seeing changes almost immediately." "I know," replied Charlene. "My nipples have gotten really big." "They feel good, don't they?" stated Lisa with a big grin on her face. Charlene laughed. "Very much so." "You'll start to see breast growth after the second dose," continued Lisa. "Your clitty will start to shrink soon, but you'll still be able to get hard and to cum." "How much does it shrink?" asked Charlene. "Before I started I was eight inches when hard, now I'm barely three," she replied. "But the good news is that our clients seem to like it like that. But in many ways it's more sensitive, and orgasms are a lot, and I mean A LOT better!" They both started laughing. The only other transgendered girl at the club was Shani, a dark skinned African-American girl. Shani had been working at the club for two years. She was leaving in a few weeks as she was getting married. "How did you meet him?" asked Charlene. "He was originally a client," she replied. "We just hit it off. Mr. Renoir gave us his blessings." "That's wonderful," replied Charlene. "So, how're you adjusting?" "I'm doing okay," answered Charlene. "Have you ever been with a man?" Charlene nodded. "That's good," said Shani. "Being a blonde you won't have to worry about dates." "Um, Shani, have you ever had any regrets about being an escort?" Shani shook her head. "It was my choice to do it, and I got paid, paid really good to do what I did. I mean, I didn't do anything that I wouldn't have on my own. I don't see anything wrong about it." "I see what you mean," said Charlene. "Besides, Mr. Cain treats us really nice, he treats all the girls nice. It's been a pleasure to work for him." Chapter 18 The next week Charlene met Mr. Renoir in his office. "Good evening, my dear," he greeted. "How are you doing?" Charlene gave him a hug and smiled back. "I'm doing great, thank you." "Are you getting along well with the other girls?" Charlene nodded. Over the past week she had been paired with most of the other girls. "May I see how you're progressing?" he asked. Charlene nodded and removed her dress, bra, breast pads and panties. She kept her stockings and heels on. Standing nearly naked in front of her boss, Charlene felt strangely at ease. Her nipples were erect and sticking out. It was also obviously that she was developing breasts. Mr. Renoir was pleased that she had no trouble disrobing in front of him. That meant she was accepting the changes. Mr. Renoir inspected her body carefully. "I'm very impressed; I'm seeing significant breast growth already." "I was told that I'm ahead of schedule by the other girls," she said. "Very much so, I can't wait to see what you look like in a week," he said. "I'll get the juice for you; please get dressed." Chapter 19 Charlene was on her own for the first time that evening and she was determined not to mess up. Thankfully she had two very cooperative groups to serve. The first table was a group of men in expensive suits. They barely noticed her as she served them one round of beers after another. Still she couldn't complain when they left her several hundred dollars in tips. The second group was mixed between men and women. Judging by their clothes and jewelry they were all very wealthy. The women were all drinking Dom Perignon champagne while the men were drinking a variety of mixed drinks. They all appeared to be having a good time and Charlene was tipped heavily with each round of drinks. She wondered what it must be like to be so free spending. One of the men ran his eyes over Charlene. He was a good-looking man who appeared to be in his late thirties. The man had his arm around a stunning brunette, although Charlene would later be told that the woman had had numerous plastic surgery operations. "I haven't seen you here before...Charlene," he said as he leaned closer to see her nametag. "Did Mr. Renoir just hire you?" "Yes, I just started last week," she replied with a smile. That was probably the hardest part of the job, smiling all the time, and not just a regular smile either, she had to have a big smile. "You're very lovely," said the woman as she ran her tongue slowly across her lips. "When will you be available, my pet?" "Next month," Charlene replied. "That's perfect, just in time for my birthday," said the woman as she looked at the man. "I want her!" "She would be a nice gift," said the man. "I'm Brad and this is my wife, Vanessa." The woman extended her hand and Charlene shook it. "Pleased to meet you." The woman stared into Charlene's eyes. "I can't wait to unwrap you my pet." Charlene just smiled back. Shani was right; she wouldn't have any shortage of customers. When Charlene was up at the bar, Vikki came over to her. "I see that the Matson's have taken an interest in you," said Vikki. "You know them?" asked Charlene. Vikki nodded. "Oh yes. They're really nice, big tippers, and fun to be around." "That's good to know," replied Charlene. "They're definitely having a good time tonight." "That's nothing new. Brad inherited a fortune and invested heavily in real estate; they say he's worth millions." "What about Vanessa?" "Believe it or not, she's a lawyer; specializes in lawsuits against the drug companies," replied Vikki. "She's also the boss of the household." "Really?" Vikki nodded. "She doesn't play it up in public, but she totally dominates Brad." "I never would have suspected," replied Charlene. "I guess I have a lot to learn." "While we're on the topic, tomorrow I'll take you to the sex shop, it's time you start training your body so you'll be ready next month." It took Charlene a moment to realize what Vikki was talking about. "You mean..." Vikki nodded. "Trust me on this; you want to be prepared down there." Chapter 20 "How's Charlene doing?" asked Cain as he leaned back in his office chair. Vikki sat down in front of him and crossed her legs. "She's adapting quite nicely. I started her sexual training yesterday and put her on a routine to prepare her body." "Good," he replied as he leaned forward to get a cigar. "How do you think she'll be sexually?" "From what I've seen, I suspect she's a switch, which will make her more marketable," replied Vikki. "Very good," replied Cain as he lit his cigar. "That will make the Matsons very happy. They've already put in a bid for her first date." "What sort of requests have they made?" Cain blew out some smoke. "They'd like her to be a school girl. That should work out nicely as Charlene looks very young." "I'll start looking for a uniform for her," said Vikki. Cain nodded. "She's quite intelligent," added Vikki. "I've noticed. I think she'll be a good person to be your replacement," said Cain. "Assuming you still want to move on." "By the time she's ready I will be," said Vikki. "I love what I'm doing, but I think in a couple of years I'll be ready for a change." "Good, I already have an idea for your next job," he said. Chapter 21 "I'm impressed, I've never seen such a rapid change," exclaimed Mr. Renoir as he inspected the partially clothed Charlene. "I measured her and she's already a 32-B," stated Vikki. "I see that your clitty has begun to shrink," noted Cain. "Yes, but it's even more sensitive," said Charlene. "How big were you before?" he asked. "When I was hard seven inches," she replied. "And now?" "Less than five," she replied. He cast a glance at Vikki. "Remarkable." "Charlene, you're having the best reaction we've ever seen to the juice. Do you feel any different?" asked Vikki. Charlene began to get dressed. "I feel more comfortable; it's hard to explain, but I just feel more like a woman." "I know what you mean, I felt the same way," said Vikki. "Now, Charlene, Vikki has told me that you've been training your body, how has that been going?" asked Mr. Renoir. "It feels great," she replied. "I'm careful like Vikki trained me; I don't want to hurt myself." "Good girl," he said. "Oh, Vikki will take you by the DMV tomorrow, so you can get your new license. I should have your Social Security card soon." "How can I ever thank you?" asked Charlene. "Just keep doing what you're doing. This is going to be a very profitable and rewarding partnership for both of us." "Is there really that big a demand for girls like me?" she asked. "Absolutely, if I could, I would have twice as many transgendered women working for me," he replied. "For some men it allows them to taste forbidden fruit...without compromising their own personal sexuality." "So they gave have an erect penis, but because it's on the body of a beautiful woman it's not gay?" she asked. Cain laughed heartedly. "That's one way of putting it, my dear. Some men actually prefer women like you and can admit it, some women like it too." "I think I understand," she replied. Chapter 22 The next day Vikki and Charlene were having a late lunch together. Charlene took out her license and stared at it again. "I did the same thing when I got mine," said Vikki. "It's sort of surreal, I mean a month ago I was a guy and now I'm a legally a woman," she replied. "No regrets?" Charlene shook her head. "I love what's happening to me." "That's good," replied Vikki. She then told her about the Matsons. "Like I told you before, Vanessa is the dominant one in their relationship, she'll definitely want to control you," explained Vikki. "She'll also want you to dominate and make love to Brad." "You mean she'll want to me...to fuck him?" she asked in a near whisper. Vikki nodded. "She'll probably want to make love to you with a strap- on." "It still seems so strange...I never would have guessed, they seemed so mainstream....so normal," said Charlene. "I know, but even though they're a little bent, they're very safe. You don't have to worry about them doing anything crazy." "And they want me to be dressed as a school girl?" "Yes, I'll help you with your hair and makeup and you'll look like you're sixteen," said Vikki. "It's a fantasy for them and this way it's safe for all involved." "Is this...normal?" asked Charlene. "I mean, is this what I can come to expect?" Vikki smiled. "The Matsons are a little out there sexually, compared to most of the people we get. Most of the clients you'll get just want straight sex; some will want to give you oral, things like that. Mr. Renoir frowns on real exotic sexual acts. He feels he's providing a classy service. There are other places people can go for real kinky stuff. However, get used to costumes and very specific requests for outfits." "I assume if they make a request for that, the price goes up, right?