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Hypno-Transformation By: Rachael Free Mike is drugged, set up and made to believe he is a girl, only to return to the real world, dressed as a girl and realizing he's changed, only in his mind but not for long. His buddy Hank helps him out and discovers something strange about his old buddy too. What is real and what is not? Hank's about to find out. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I was sitting at the computer typing in a letter when it came to me. What was I typing, who did I work for and when did I start working behind this desk? As I transposed my notes, these questions starting bothering me. I took a sip of tea and went back to work. That was too much thinking for today and those things really didn't matter. As one of the only men in the office I sometimes wondered why I was here in the first place. There was a woman boss I never met, her sister who ran the place, at least I was told it was her sister, and there were six other women who worked her as secretaries, accountants and clerks. I had the job of proposal preparations. My computer skills and attention to detail really got me the job. Being a slight man, I seemed to just fit in with everyone and they treated me just like everyone else. I dressed conservatively, stayed out of the light pretty much, so my skin was almost white, had little body hair except for my ponytail. I hadn't cut my hair since ninth grade and it was below my shoulders. One condition to work here was that my hair couldn't interfere with my work. Other than that, I could do whatever I wanted with it. A ponytail just seemed to be the best option. The only thing on my mind right now was the goal of finishing my work because it was just about time to leave. I worked an hour over to finish this work for my boss and she was expecting it on her desk for Monday's meeting. Voila, I finished the letter and shut down the computer. Most times I was the last to finish for the day and had to shut off the lights and lock up the doors. I had done this many times before and it just became old hat. Make sure the coffee pot was shut off, make sure the locks on the back door were set, turn off all the lights except for the trouble light in the foyer, set the alarm and then leave, making sure the door was locked behind me. Glancing up I saw the company name, "Gallo and Gallo - Financial Consultants". My mind just accepted it and I turned away, walking to my car. My bags were stowed and I started my engine. The parking lot was dark and I didn't like it that I was the only one left. My locks were down and I began to back up. All of a sudden I saw someone in my rear view mirror. It was a woman, dressed in black. My feet responded before my mind as I screeched my tires, just missing hitting her. I set the car in park, wondering if she was alright. The woman came up to my window and I lowered it to see if everything was OK. Looking up, I saw on of the most perfectly made up, beautiful, dark and sexy women I have ever laid my eyes on. She leaned forward and sprayed a sweet smelling mist in my face. I remember her saying the words, "Sleep my pet." ........................................... My eyes opened and I was sitting on a beautiful veranda, overlooking the ocean. The smell of the ocean air, the warm breeze and the sweet flowery smells from all the gardens around me made me feel like I was in heaven. Across from me in a lounger was the same woman I saw earlier. She was reading a magazine, sipping a drink. I looked down and my hands were folded in my lap. I had been sitting straight up in the chair wondering how I got there. The odd thing was, I couldn't move. I wanted to move and say something, but I just couldn't. All I could do was open my eyes and look ahead. The woman looked over and saw my eyes were open. She put her drink down and came over to me patting my head and stroking my hair. She came around in front of me as I gazed up at her. "Now my dear, you must wonder what has happened to you, now don't you?" I couldn't speak or even nod my head. I just stared at her. "Well, let me bring you up to date. You were hired to show we didn't discriminate against men. Several had applied for other jobs and we chose women for them instead. To avoid a legal suit, we hired you. Short and simple. Problem resolved." I was listening but none of this was making any sense. She pulled up another chair and sat in front of me. I could feel my hands in my lap, my legs were tingling, my mouth could move and I could move my head. Still no voice. "Oh goody, the medicine is wearing off." Medicine? What in the world was she saying? "Just take some time dear, you will be able to talk pretty soon. Well let me continue my story. Everyone in the office was told to treat you nice and nothing else special. Your quiet demeanor fit in well and your almost girly looks with your ponytail and white smooth skin made the staff feel like you were just one of the girls." I could finally move my legs a bit and could move my hands too. I was pretty weak and knew I couldn't stand up so I just sat and listened. "Now my dear, just let the medicine fade away. You will find you can move, but you will stay seated with your hands folded. Understand?" I nodded back refolding my hands on my lap as she continued, "Over the past year we met all the criteria of hiring a male, but my partner and I hate men. You see, Gallo and Gallo are real partners. Jennie took my name after we married in California last year. She's my wife and I'm hers. We are deeply in love." Gallo and Gallo, yes, that's who I work for. "Jennie and all the staff helped you in your transition over the past year. In fact, they were such good helpers that we promoted you to personal assistant to Jennie, or should I say, Ms. Gallo to you. You never met me but I always knew who you were. You thought Jennie was the owner or President. Sorry, she reports to me. I'm the boss." The beautiful woman went on to say, "Really our plan was quite simple. We made sure you had tea at least eight times per day. The tea contained some strong herbs mellowing your mind so that we could accept you into the fold. The tea also contained strong hormones, female hormones to be exact. Along with your shots and monthly visits to the doctor, you turned out to be a very pretty girl." My mind was really spinning now. I was, am, a man, not a girl. My name was, or is Mike. I live at 6 Thornapple Lane. I have one sister who lives in Florida, but no other siblings. My parent passed away five years ago and I moved to California to get away from everything. But where was I now. I've never been to this place and here I sit, unable to get up or even respond. Most oddly though, why was I wearing a dress, and hose, and heels and tits. I had tits. Real ones sticking out in front of me. "Oh, I see you can think a bit more clearly now and see how you are dressed. A little different from work isn't it. Or at least from what you can remember my dear. Believe me, what you see is quite natural for you now my dear. It's part of you. In fact, so much part of you we had to tame you. Your body was attracting too many men into our office and we wanted to keep our little secret until your unveiling." I glanced down again and my short red dress, silky smooth legs and bright red heels screamed girl. I could feel my hair brushing against my face and down my neck. It wasn't pulled back into a ponytail like I remembered. "Let me go on. Soon after we hired you we realized all our problems were gone. All the suits were retracted and no further legal action could be made against us. The only problem was, you were doing such a good job, we didn't want to loose you. Your computer skills were better than anyone here, your problem solving superior, your proposal writing top notch and you were so quiet, we didn't even know you were here. Jennie and I didn't want any men around though so we had to make a few changes. The staff had a meeting and everyone was on board. Even your sister knows about you now." My sister, why would they talk to my sister? "Knowing how you were really a girl inside, she supported all our efforts in helping with your transition. Sue now has a younger sister instead of a brother. She's accepted all the help we gave you over the past year even thanking us for being such wonderful friends. A tear jerker isn't it?" My eyes began to tear up as I listened. "OK let's move forward a bit. In order for us to help you, we had a psychologist hypnotize you into believing you were still Mike. His work was so good, you didn't even know you were dressing or acting like a girl. As you put on hose you thought they were pants, panties were boxers, tee shirts were bras and camisoles, heels were clunky shoes and the best part, your tight short dresses, long sweaters. You thought your hair was in a ponytail but your weekly hairdresser appointments put your hair up, in French braids, in a bun and or whatever. You just thought your hair was pulled back and out of the way. You thought the makeup was men's to help prevent sunburn. You were convinced your nails were regular length and unpainted. As you see, they are at least an inch long and bright red. The other girls couldn't get over how fast you typed even with those beautiful nails. You even began to drive a cute little Volkswagen Beetle. It was even painted soft pink just for you. You did become quite the cutie. "The best parts of the whole transformation process were your surgeries. Full female facial surgery with perky little nose, fuller cheeks and lips, a slight facelift, chin narrowed and a few more things made you very pretty. Your breasts developed and the implants finished your look. You now have 38DD's with beautiful large nipples and areola. Pretty impressive on a petite girl like you, I'd say. And yes, you are now capable of bedding a man but why would you, women are so much tastier. The doctor gave you a fully functioning vagina. You can't have kids, but you are now a real girl with her own vagina. Isn't that just the greatest?" My eyes began to really flow now, I couldn't dry them because my hands were glued to my lap. "Now, now Sarah, don't cry, you'll ruin your mascara." She dabbed my eyes with a tissue as I calmed down. "Sarah, we have a few legal things to take care of and then you can decide what we should do next. While you were Sarah at the office, you directed a program that made us millions. We used Mike's name on the documents and now you have to access the files, use your failsafe password and release all the funds to us. We only brought you out of your sleep so we could have you do your last duty as Mike. No one else knows the codes." Everything was coming together. I remembered setting up the accounts in the system but never understood why we were extracting funds every week. It's much clearer now. My mind was clearing up as I thought back to the program and how I put in a failsafe system. They couldn't access the funds without me telling them the code. I finally had some type of control over the situation. I found I could finally speak and said, "Fuck you, you bitch." All that came out was a high pitched girl's voice. I sounded like a real bimbo. It went along with the outfit and body they created. "Oh isn't that sweet, Sarah doesn't want to work with us. Well Sarah, we thought you would comply, but it looks like we have to show you who's boss. We planned on this so we go to plan B." Plan B, now what was going to happen? "Diane stepped in front of me and whispered in my ear, "Maryann." A feeling of calm rushed through my body as I fixed the hem of my dress, brushed my hair back with a limp wrist, crossed my legs and folded my hands neatly on my lap. I heard someone behind me and then felt someone take both my hands and lift me from the chair. This guy must have been seven feet tall. He lifted me like I was a feather. I guess my weight was only about 120 lbs based on my thin waist and thin arms. "Come with me little lady," he said. I had no choice. My feet were barely touching the ground while he carried me into the house. .................................... We moved through the house very quickly, down a flight of stairs and then into a small room in the basement. He tossed me onto a bed and told me to get changed. On the bed was a corset, frilly bra and open crotch panty set, garter and silky hose, 5" heels and three different sized dildos. Oh no, what's going to happen to me? I barely had enough strength to stand and walk. Fighting my way out of here would be useless. "Now hurry up and get changed. They are waiting." They, who were they? I took off my heels and slid the dress up over my head. I was wearing a satin white push up bra and matching panties. I had on hose that stayed up and clung to my legs. My waist was really small. I was a 34 but my guess now, a 24 inch waist and with curves. My tits were enormous compared to the rest or me. I quickly undressed and put on the new lingerie. The bra made my boobs push up and out even more and the under bust corset nipped my waist even more giving me a truly feminine shape. I slid the hose up my smooth legs and fastened them to the garters. All the lingerie was all in black that contrasted to my pale white skin. I looked like a little porcelain doll when I looked in the mirror. My hair was softly curled and flowed down my back and around my perfectly made up face. There was also makeup in the room and I put a new coat of lipstick on. It all felt so natural. A see through silky robe covered my almost nude body as I slipped into the heels. I sat on the edge of the bed, with my legs crossed just like a girl and my hands folded over my knee. It just seemed right. The door opened and the guard told me to follow him. I got up and walked like I've been in 5" heels all my life. In fact, I felt a little wiggle in my step and felt ass sway a bit. My arms were bent and my wrists limp. We walked down the hall into a large room. Across the room were several men sitting in chairs, drinking scotch and smoking cigars. I used to hate the smell of cigar smoke, but I found it very appealing right now. I was led over to the men as they whistled and laughed. "Now look at Diane's new plaything. She's quite a looker, don't you think boys?" They all laughed again as I just stood there with a hand on my hip. "Hey honey, you are ours for this evening. What do you think of that?" Now I got scared. I was a man, not their toy. But here I was all made up, wearing real sexy things, with a sexy body and huge tits and a real pussy. I wasn't Mike anymore, just a piece of meat. All I had to do was give Diane the codes and I could avoid all this. If I do, I didn't have any more bargaining power and who knows what would happen to me. "Hey baby, come over here and see what I've got for you." Almost by instinct I walked over to the guy on the couch. He had his pants down and is cock was at least eight inches and real thick, and it was soft. I had never seen a cock so big in my life. Again, almost like I had done this before, I dropped to my knees and began to blow this guy. I licked his balls, licked up and down his shaft, took him into my mouth and deep into my throat. He hardened very quickly as I stroked the base of his shaft, slurping away on his meat. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head down to his crotch, shoving the cock deep down my throat. Normally I would have gagged but I took all of him in without any reflex. I felt him tense up and then here it came. He pulled back a bit as he filled my mouth with his warm, salty cum. He must have shot off at least 5 times, each with big loads. My mouth was full as I swallowed every drop. He loosened his hold on my hair as I licked him clean. I couldn't believe I just blew this guy and I felt like I had been doing this my entire life. Another guy told me to do him, and then another. After an hour I had sucked each guy off and swallowed all their cum. Just then a door opened and in walked my female captor, Diane. She was wearing a leather suit of some kind, black 6 inch heels, fishnets stocking, a black mask a whip and a huge dildo strapped to her sticking out at least ten inches. "Over here my pet," she said as she motioned me to some type of swinging chair. I had cum on my hands and face and did what I was told. I wished I could have cleaned myself off. The cum was getting real sticky. The chair had no bottom and as you sat, the legs opened allowing access to my private parts. My arms were tied to the cables and my legs just dangled from the chair. My head was also secured back to the hanging chair. Diane came forward and exposed my new female equipment. To be honest, I was dripping wet. I could feel myself getting warm and moist. "OK my pet, mamas going to show you why you need to do what I say." She leaned forward and I felt a pressure against my pussy. More pressure and then I felt myself being almost torn apart as my pussy opened and took in her huge cock. I was so wet it just slipped past my lips and deep into me. It hurt but at the same time was driving me wild. She pushed in real deep and then was fucking me with force, ramming her cock into me, over and over again, me screaming out in pain and delight, while all the men watched. One guy got up and started sucking on my tits while another began kissing me. The sensations were driving me wild as Diane continued her assault. My head was then turned and I took another guy in my mouth again. She kept pushing into me making me squirm. I let out a scream as she began fucking me furiously. I now was sucking a cock, getting my tits worked over, had a huge cock in my pussy and being fucked silly by this woman. I should have been disgusted and humiliated but somehow I loved being filled and oh did I ever like sucking on this guys cock. He exploded again and I sucked him dry. Diane kept fucking me and I was now moaning as I savored the feeling. Diane then pulled out of me. I felt an emptiness inside me. The guy pulled away from my tits. He had actually bit them and I had little blood dribbling down my tit. I laid there exhausted, used and abused. Diane told the guard to put me back in the room and to clean myself up. She had something else in store for me. Before I left she said, "Well dear, ready to give me the codes?" My reply in a high pitched, almost whiney bimbo voice, "No fucking way bitch." The words flowed out of me without a thought. All I had to do was give her the codes and all this would end. She just pointed her finger as I was led to the room. I strutted (well wiggled the best I could do after being fucked like a whore) down the hall to the small room and the guard told me to pick out some sexy clothes for tonight and in I went. Inside I found a shower, sink, toilet and new clothes in the closet and drawers. The drawers were full as was the closet with the sexiest things you could imagine, even costumes. I stripped down, brushed my teeth to remove the sticky cum, washed my face, and even douched to be fresh and clean. A nice warm shower helped me feel whole again. The sensations on my tits were incredible. The warm water seemed to massage them as my pussy began to get wet again. I had to get out because it felt so good. Making sure I didn't get my hair wet, I finished washing and dried my body off. I could tell I was very smooth and silky from all the lotions and treatments. My pussy had only a small strip of hair and it matched the color of my hair, light blonde. I looked at the mirror and couldn't believe what a sexy creature stood in front of me. I was truly gorgeous. Sarah was one hot babe. I fixed my hair a bit and put on some new makeup. I just needed some powder, blush and new lipstick to make me beautiful again. My lips had been lined making it easy to fill in with new color. I flung my hair back just like a girl and blew a kiss to the mirror. I picked out a beautiful, lacy bra and panty set, white stocking and white garter, and a beautiful white corset. I just felt sexy even though I knew it was wrong. I picked out a lacey, flowing dress that showed off all my cleavage. If you wouldn't have known, you would think I was a virgin. A nice pair of 5" strappy heels and some jewelry made me look very inviting. I'd fuck me if I were a guy. The door opened and my guard told me to follow him. One more look in the mirror and I strutted out the door with him in close pursuit. I wiggled my ass a bit more just to tease him a bit. Why was I being such a tart? To be honest, I was beginning to enjoy it. I was led upstairs into the main hallway. The room was crowded and I was led over to Diane and she told me just to stand next to her without saying a word. I was introduced to many, many people and got bored not being able to hold a conversation. The guys would look at me and smile, especially focusing on my tits. The women I met looked almost disgusted. Oh well, I looked better than they did anyway. Finally the groups went into the dining room and I was told to go to the den. The guard led me into the den where I found a distinguished gentleman dressed in a Tux smoking a pipe. I was told to sit on the couch and I sat very ladylike, smoothing my tight dress under me and crossing my legs, again folding my hands on my lap. I did this as if I was a natural girl. How odd it was too me? The guard left and closed the door. The gentleman sat across from me and just looked at me for a few minutes. He then said, "Well Sarah, it is Sarah, right?" I nodded and he went on. "I hear we have a little dilemma. We tried drugging you at first to get the codes then you were conditioned to spill your guts when you were fucked and give up the codes you have buried deep in your mind. Nothing has worked so far except that as Sarah, you are beginning to adapt pretty good. My job right now is to get the codes though. Do you understand?" I nodded again and he asked again, "Do you understand? Answer me now!" I opened my mouth and said, "Yes sir I understand, but fuck you too." The words just flowed again as I put my hand to my mouth. What did I just say? Why wasn't I giving them the codes? The man just smiled and took out a pendant and chain. He began swinging it in his chair and I looked at the glistening pendant, not being able to take my eyes off of it. I then heard the words, "Sleep my pet," and the world turned black. .............................................. The birds were chirping, I felt warmth on my face, and I could smell fresh air as I slowly opened my eyes. There was sunlight coming through the car front window as I began to take note of where I was. I was back in my own car in the parking lot where I worked. It was my old, beat up car though, not a pink VW. The lot was empty and I was the only car there. The clock on the dashboard read 7:17AM. Cars would be coming in soon for work. Waking up some more I noticed I was dressed in a dress, with nylons, a bra, panties, a corset, high heels, and wearing a long curly blonde wig. My hands looked different with fake nails painted red. I looked in the mirror and looked ridiculous. I was wearing woman's makeup, and a real bad job at that. I looked like a hooker with dark eyes, red cheeks and red lips. The oddest thing was, I had something big up my ass. Sitting in the car was uncomfortable so I reached under me and felt the head of a large plug or something. I grabbed it and pulled it out of me with plop. It must have been at least six inches long and very, very wide. My asshole closed slowly as I tried to get into a comfortable position. What in the world had happened to me? Without thinking I started the car and drove out of the lot. What was I going to do dressed like a tramp? I knew what I would do. Hank, my best friend, lived a few blocks away. I would just tell him it was an early Halloween party and I needed to clean myself up. I got drunk and passed out in my car and couldn't go home like this. The story sounded believable to me at least. I parked the car, grabbed my purse (My Purse?) and made my way to his apartment. Walking in high heels was a pain as I climbed two flights of stairs. I was wiggling from the feeling of the large dildo in my ass. Finally I reached his floor and knocked on the door. Hank opened it and looked at me like I was a freak. I said, "It's Mike. Let me in Hank, last night was a nightmare." He stood aside as I trotted by him and dropped onto the couch. I threw my purse on the couch next to me as he closed the door and juts stared at me. Well, the story was thin but he seemed to believe it, for now at least. I asked him if I could clean up and use some of his clothes and he told me it was OK. The nails couldn't come off so I figured I'd unglue them later after my shower. My hem kept rising up as Hank stared at my legs. "Hey knock it off man, I'm Mike, remember?" Off came the bracelets, rings and necklace. The wig seemed to be glued down and I asked Hank to help me get it off. We tried but Hank said it looked real and it wasn't a wig. I tried pulling too but it hurt. I'd deal with it in the shower. The heels came next as I stood and walked into the bathroom. My ass still wiggled from my ass plug, giving Hank quite a show. I pulled off my dress (My Dress?) showing off the pretty bra, corset, panties and garter. Off everything came, even the breast forms. I now looked like a nude porcelain doll, still made up like a slut. Into the shower I went as I washed my face, hair, body and asshole. I rubbed my sole asshole gently and then a bit more. The feeling was great as I let one of my fingers, and then two, enter me. My eyes closed as I played with my ass, letting the warm water run down my hairless body, yes hairless. I was completely hairless except for a strip of hair over my cock. After turning off the water I grabbed a towel and dried my long hair and body. The look in the mirror was still upsetting. My hair was clean but very curly. I never had curly hair before. And my face still looked like I had some makeup on. Not much, but you could tell I had eye colors, lined lips and blush. Against my hairless white body, I still looked like a doll. Hank had a pair of white shorts and a tank top I could wear home. He wore boxers so I put them on, with the shorts and tank top and went into the kitchen to talk. My ass was still sore and I had to almost walk on the balls of my feet to relive the pain. I walked into the kitchen, fluffing out my hair to let it dry and Hank's jaw dropped like he saw a ghost. "Man if I didn't know better, I would think you were a chick." I ran to the mirror and he was right. My small frame, fluffed up curly hair, lightly colored face, tank top and white shorts screamed girl. My hands looked very feminine to with the long red nails. I couldn't go to work like this. What was I going to do? Hank said he had to go, but I could stay all day and figure out what to do next. Hank left and I just sat on the couch with my legs curled up under me. (Curled up?) TV was boring but I did find repeats of Gilligan's Island. I watched them for a few hours and then fell asleep. Hank was shaking me as I woke up. He said, "Hey man, have you been out of it all day? It's almost 6 PM." I remembered watching the show and then dozing off. My legs were still curled under me and my hair had dried out into a very full mass of curl. The makeup seemed to still be there but almost blending with my face. I still had the nails wondering why I didn't take them off. My hand instinctively brushed my hair back from my face and primped it up in the back. Boy that seemed weird. I got off the couch and walked on the balls of my feet into the kitchen, feeling my ass wiggle as I walked. I almost giggled as I thought about what it looked like from behind. I grabbed a diet soda, not a beer like I usually did, and sat on a chair waiting for Hank. Little sips of soda so I didn't get bubbles in my nose. Hank came in and asked me if I figured out what happened last night. In fact, why wasn't I at work the past two weeks? The HR folks had called looking for me, but I wasn't at home and I didn't leave any messages. Hank just thought I went off in the hills fishing or something. Hank is really smart but it takes time for things to click. Hank and I tried putting the pieces together. He ordered a pizza and I found I could only eat one piece while he chowed. Me recollections of being in my car and seeing a woman in my rear view mirror were the only things I remembered about the night. That was over three weeks ago though. What happened in between? Hank looked over and saw my purse. He grabbed it and opened it to find lipstick, eyeliner, mascara, powder, blusher, eye shadows, brushes, tweezers and some other things girls just have in their purse. Believe it or not there were two tampons inside too. Inside a pocket were some pictures. He looked at them as his eyes got wider and wider. He said, "Man you have to take a look at these. Wow man, these are weird." I grabbed them from him and saw a small sexy girl blowing a large man. The girl was me. I was on my knees with my eyes closed taking his huge cock down my throat. The next shot was me getting fucked up the ass, the next fucked from behind, the next sucking off a guy while getting fucked, and so on, and so on. One sickened me as I was taking a load of cum into my mouth and the next shot, swallowing it. There were at least a hundred shots of me being used and abused, but looking like I was enjoying every minute. I didn't know what to say. I just looked at the pictures over and over again without any memory of where I was, who I was, or what I did. Hank grabbed some more and blew a whistle as he seemed to enjoy the pictures. I even saw him rubbing his crotch. My buddy was actually getting turned on by the shots. I grabbed the pictures and put them back into my purse. Inside I found a piece of paper with some words on it. There was a business card too for VELVETS. Maybe it was a clue. Hank looked at the piece of paper and said one of the words written there, "Maryann." All of a sudden I felt another rush go through me and a calm fell over me. I crossed my knee, folded my hands in my lap and smiled at Hank, fluttering my eyes at him. Hank looked at me and said, "Mikey boy, are you alright?" Without thinking I said, "No baby, I'm not Mikey, I'm Sarah, can't you tell?" Hank smiled knowing that the words must have some affect on my mind and now I thought I was Sarah. I sat there playing with my feet and almost posing for my buddy. I fluffed up my hair, swept it back from my neck, straightened my top and shorts and smiled at my buddy. Hank didn't know what to do really and told me to go into the living room while he thought things through. I got up, swung around wiggling my ass and sashayed out of the room on the balls of my feet. I curled up back on the couch and turned on a woman's decorating show while Hank sat in the kitchen. Hank looked through my purse again and found some more things. There was a hotel key and a condom. He looked at the note and there were two words highlighted. There was a word at the bottom in small letters too. Hank wondered what all this stuff meant. Hank was mesmerized with how feminine I carried myself and looked sitting on the couch. I got up and asked him if I could use my purse so I could fix myself up a bit. He handed it to me as I sauntered off to the bathroom. Hank then took the pictures and put them in a drawer. .................................................... Hank didn't know what to do. All he had done was say the "Maryann" and his buddy was a girl. This could be neat. He could get a blow job one minute, then enjoy a ball game with his buddy the next. Hank heard a noise and turned to see his buddy made up perfectly, with luscious red lips and silky white skin. Mike had also changed back into his bra, panties, garter, hose, heels and dress. His big boobs made him look very sexy too. He, well maybe she, walked over to Hank, rubbed his neck, nuzzled into to it and dropped into his lap holding on to his neck. Mikes' hair was curled and styled very femininely and he also could smell the sweet perfume Mike sprayed on his neck, wrists and behind his knees. This was his buddy Mike, not a girl, he kept telling himself. Just then Mike leaned forward and put his luscious lips against Hanks and began to feverishly kiss him. Hank was amazed at first, trying to resist but Mike just latched on to him, sucking on his tongue and kissing him back. They embraced as Hank pulled him closer, enjoying the moment. Hank came to and pulled back. This wasn't right. This was Mike and he had no control over what he was doing. He held Mike away and said the second word on the note, "Gilligan". Mike dropped his arms and looked at his buddy very bewildered. He looked down and saw how he was dressed. He could smell the perfume, but most upsetting he was sitting on his buddies lap. Mike jumped up and almost tripped as he sat on another chair. What in the world was going on? He didn't remember anything. He looked like a little girl, huddled down in the chair, wondering what had just happened. He was almost crying as he sat there with his arms around himself. Hank sat there for some time and then looked at Mike and said, "Hey buddy, it's like post traumatic stress syndrome. You experienced a very traumatic situation and this is how you're coping with it. Why don't you clean up and I'll get you some sweats, OK?" Mike looked up sheepishly and nodded as he stood up and minced his way back to the bathroom. An hour later Mike come out, most of the makeup was off and his hair was pulled back into a ponytail like always, but much fuller. The sweats were too big, but at least they were guy's sweats. To be honest, he still looked like a girl in guy's clothes, but at least they were girl's clothes this time. The weired thing though is that he still had the long painted fingernails on. Mike came in and Hank handed him a beer. Mike did something strange and asked if he could have a white wine spritzer. Hank shrugged his shoulders and poured him a wine spritzer. It was the first time he had ever seen Mike drink wine, none the less, a real girl's drink. They sat there and Mike and Hank talked for a few hours trying to figure the whole thing out. Hank didn't tell him about the trigger phrases, but did tell him about the room key, the condom, the business card and some Ecstasy hidden inside the purse. Mike's mannerisms were more girlish than Mike would normally carry himself. It must have been the hypnotic conditioning, Hank thought. Maybe it would pass with time. It was late and time for bed. Hank gave Mike a blanket and pillow and he went to the couch, curled up and covered himself and fell off to sleep in minutes. Hank just shook his head and went to bed. Hank got up at 6AM as usual and took a shower only to find Mike in the bathroom already. Mike was fixing his hair. He was using a curling iron left from an old girlfriend he found in the cabinet. Hank just stared as Mike looked so natural curling his hair. He dropped his drawers and stood to pee as Mike let out a gasp. "I thought everyone sat to pee?" Hank didn't believe it at first but then realized Mike was very adamant about sitting. He cut himself off and lowered down to the toilet as he finished peeing. Mike just went back to fixing his hair like nothing happened. Hank thought that this was getting a bit too weird now. This hypno thing must have really screwed him up. Hank jumped in the shower as Mike brushed his teeth, flossed, moisturized his face and neck, and trotted off to the kitchen. He was wearing one of Hanks button up dress shirts and no underwear. The shirt was too big, but Mike really didn't care. From behind, with his smooth legs and fluffed hair, he was all girl. Mike felt he was acting male by wearing the shirt, even though it was unbuttoned half way down his creamy, silky and smooth chest. Hank finished washing, did his various chores and got dressed for work. He could smell bacon in the air and went into the kitchen to find Mike cooking eggs and bacon for him, humming away at the stove with one hand on his hip and one flipping eggs. Again, from behind, there was a cute girl cooking him breakfast. Hank had to keep remembering it was Mike. Mike turned and smiled at Hank and said, "Hey Hanky poo, I poured you some coffee. It'll just be a sec. Now sit down and read your paper." Wow, this was really something. Hank could get used to this. Mike prepared a plate for Hank and got a grapefruit for himself with some juice. Mike usually ate doughnuts and drank four cups of coffee for breakfast. This was too weird. Hank finished his food and told Mike he was leaving. "Don't worry about the dishes hun, I'll get them." Hank thought, "Did he just say hun?" Oh well, maybe he'll snap out of it in time. Hank left, leaving Mike alone all day. Mike cleaned up the kitchen, dusted the living room, washed Hanks sheets, cleaned the bathroom, vacuumed the floors all in time to watch Gilligan's Island again. He giggled as he watched the show almost continuously throughout the day. It was almost 5 PM and he knew he needed to get diner ready. Mike busily prepared a wonderful pasta dish, grilled two pieces of flounder and made a salad. He opened a nice bottle of wine and set the table with candles. During the day he rummaged through Hank's clothes and found a pair of panties. They must have been left by one of Hank's girlfriends. They fit better than the boxers. He chose white shorts and rolled them up, making them very short, nearly to his crotch. He still had the shirt on and he tied the bottom in the middle, exposing his belly button. He fixed his hair a bit and put some lipstick on, not too much, but just to make his lips look pretty. He slipped on a pair of flip flops and headed into the kitchen. The door opened and Hank walked in. He saw Mike and just couldn't believe the sight. He was perched with one hand on his hip, the other flailing in the mind as he faced the stove. He heard Hank and turned, smiling at him welcoming him home. Hank saw all the candles, the nice table setting and noticed how clean the place looked. He went and took a piss and came back to find Mike pouring wine and turning off the lights to only be lit with candle light. Hank was ready to freak and figured Mike slipped back into Sarah role. He said, "Gilligan," and Mike just looked at him and said, "Gilligan's not here silly." He just went on with his business and plated the food, serving Hank first. Mike's plate was only half as full, not barely enough for a snack. They sat and ate as Mike just kept looking at Hank asking him how his day went. Hank tried avoiding things as he finished eating. He poured down the wine and said he was done. Mike patted him on the shoulder and told him to go relax while he cleaned up. Hank turned TV on while continuing to watch Mike. Mike hummed to himself as he cleaned up and put everything away. Mike blew out the candles and sat down in the chair next to Hank, with his legs curled like a girl underneath him. Hank watched football while Mike looked off into space, not even watching the game, but being very docile around Hank. The game ended and Mike was asleep on the chair. Hank woke him and told him to move to the couch. Hank helped him as he curled up, covering him with a blanket. Mike then mumbled, "Thank you hunny," as he fell off to sleep. Hank was now extremely freaked out and went to bed wondering when this would end. The next morning was like the day before. Mike was already up fixing his hair and primping himself. Hank knew better than to stand to piss and sat immediately. Mike patted him on the shoulder and almost skipped out of the bathroom to fix breakfast. Today was sausage and homemade pancakes and they were great. Mike only had juice and grapefruit again. Hank left wondering what tonight would reveal. That night was similar with a prepared meal, candles, wine and as usual, Mike drifting off to sleep. Luckily it seemed Mike had stabilized somewhat, not getting any more girly. Two weeks had passed and Hank thought he was turning the corner. He just didn't pick up on the subtleties. Boy was Hank ever wrong. Mike realized there was nothing to do anymore in the apartment and was tied watching TV all the time. Gilligan was becoming a pain really. Maryann on the other hand was hot. Everything was so clean and neat. Mike even pressed Hank's underwear and folded them neatly in his drawer. Mike was getting bored with watching Gilligan's Island and decided to go to the store to pick up some things for the house and some things he needed for himself. Hanks clothes were pretty boring so he chose a tank top and shorts again, making them very short as usual. He needed some shoes so he just wore the flip flops to the store until he could get some sandals. He put his wallet and keys in a plastic bag. He had no pockets and need to carry things somewhere. He got in his car and off to the store(s) he went. The first stop was the shoe store. He bought some pretty white sandals with a low heel and had to buy another strappy pair in a different style with a two inch heel. He got all giddy when he paid for them. The next stop was a department store. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail and was lightly made up. As he browsed through the juniors section a woman asked, "Can I help you miss?" Mike didn't even bat an eye and said he needed some casual things. She helped him pick out some pretty blouses, capris, skirts, short sets, and a very pretty flowery sundress. He was now bubbling inside. She then helped him with some panties and hose while Mike picked out some pretty bras. He paid for everything with Mike's own credit card. He was just leaving when he noticed they were piercing ears for free. He couldn't resist and had two piercings in each ear with pretty hoops. He wondered if Hank would notice. Mike then went to the salon next door to get fancied up for tonight. His hair needed attention. Finally he/she went to the food store and bought a huge steak, potatoes and more salad for himself. He was really going to treat Hank to a nice dinner tonight. It was Friday of course and he had a long work week. It was only right he takes care of Hank. .................................. I walked in and saw a cute girl in a flowery sundress cooking at the stove. Her hair was perfect and her silky legs looked great in her strappy sandals. The girl turned around and I almost screamed. The girl was my buddy Mike. He looked absolutely gorgeous. His hair, or should I say, her hair was wavy and some feminine, her makeup looked like a models and her body was curvy and very sexy. She ran up to me and put her arms around me as she laid her lips to mine. She opened my mouth with her tongue and gave me a deep french kiss as one hand went down to my groin and started massaging my cock. Of course I kissed back. This girl, or Mike, was hot. She pulled back and smiled. Wow, was she ever cute. She twirled away and finished dinner. I sat at the table and had a wonderful meal served to me. The wine was great and Mike, or should I say Sarah, sat next to me at the table, rubbing my leg and holding my hand between bites. This was getting out of hand so I figured if Mike was going to act like Sarah, I would let him. "Maryann." Mike looked up at me and said, "There's no Maryann here darling. I'm Sarah my little honey pie. Who else would be here?" She then went right back to eating her salad without blinking an eye. So I thought I'd try the other word to snap him out of it, "Gilligan." No response at all. I tried it again, "Gilligan," and all I got was Sarah looking around the room saying Gilligan wasn't on TV right now. Sarah cleaned up and told me she had a surprise for me. I was on the couch and she came right next to me leaning forward showing me her new earrings. She was so proud telling me it didn't hurt at all, and then giggled. If I didn't believe it, Mike seemed like he was getting ditzy or something, just like a dumb blonde. She leaned her head on my shoulder and snuggled in next to me. At this point I wished she had a pussy. My cock was hard and I was getting turned on. I couldn't fuck my buddy up the ass, now could I? As usual Mike, now Sarah, fell asleep. I couldn't just let him sleep on the couch. I had a king bed and I knew he would be more comfortable there. I lifted him thinking he was much bigger. She seemed light as I carried him to the bedroom. He woke up and I helped Mike out of the dress and put a tee shirt over her. He hugged me and kissed me again. This was wrong. This was my buddy Mike, but he looked so good. He laid down and was almost asleep immediately. Boy could he sleep. I went back into the living room and contemplated everything that was happening. After about 10 beers I dozed off, waking a couple hours later. I got up and went to my room finding Mike/Sarah spread out across the bed. I got my shorts on and climbed into bed, moving him gently. He rolled over to me and put his arm around me. Now I was trapped. Well, no time to cause a scene so I closed my eyes and fell asleep. I woke up with coffee being served to me with some nice fresh croissants. Mike or Sarah looked like last night, unbelievably pretty and just perfect. In my tee shirt she even looked sexy. She had on the beautiful lacy bra with her breast forms inside. I guess she felt like a girl with them. I sat up and she sat next to me feeding me my roll. She wiped my mouth and then kissed me very sweetly. She then did something I didn't expect. She lifted the covers and slid under them towards my crotch. I felt her work on my shorts, opening the front as I felt my now throbbing member being released. Sarah took my shaft and stroked me and then I felt her mouth cover the head and then take me completely into her mouth and down her throat. Wow, I was getting a blowjob from by best friend, and he's a guy. She sucked and licked and swallowed me deep until I was ready to cum. I told her I was cumming as she took me deep. I exploded into her mouth and I could feel her sucking while I spurted four or five times. I finally slowed and she sucked me clean, making sure she got every drop. I was now thinking of Mike as a she, not a he. This was now Sarah, not Mike. She pulled out from underneath with a big smile on her face. "Now how was that lover?" she said as she gave me a deep kiss. I could taste the remains of my own juices but loved her sweet kiss. She then told me lay back as she got me hard again. Wow, I had never gotten hard twice like that. She was something. She then lifted her leg over mine and positioned herself over my throbbing member. She lowered herself down onto me, working her ass around so that it would open for me. I saw some discomfort in her face and then a few smiles. It had to be good for her too. She finally opened enough for my cock to go deep into her hot ass. Wow was she ever tight. I could feel her tighten down on me and then release to take me in deeper. She was finally down all the way and then she started moving up and down as she actually fucked herself. She let out a few screams as we bucked back and forth on the bed. I could feel her own little cock getting stiff and reach forward to stroke her. She smiled and reached forward grabbing my chest. She was massaging my chest like I had tits or something. "MMMM Baby, fuck me harder. Make me cum," she yelled out as we fucked away. I was close to exploding when Sarah let out a scream and I felt her spurt all over my stomach. I was ready too and deposited my load in her ass. She wiggled, loving the warm feeling enter her as she ground her bottom into my groin. She fell forward onto me and pulled my head to hers as she devoured my mouth. Her kisses were rough and almost attacking. We sucked face for an eternity when I rolled her over on her side. She had a huge smile on her face as she wiped up the cum from my belly and licked it off of her hand. She moaned as she licked it clean. I got up and went to the bathroom to wipe off the cum from my stomach and clean myself up. I looked in and saw Sarah finger fucking herself. This girl just couldn't get enough. I came back in and she beckoned me over with her finger. She wanted more. I couldn't get hard tight now even if I had Viagra. I leaned over and kissed her and told her I would eat her out later. That did the trick as she jumped up and hugged me, giving me another deep kiss. Wow was she hot. I just wished she had a real pussy and some tits of her own. Sarah washed up and came in wearing a sheer babydoll and matching panties, her bra and breast forms, . Wow, did she look sexy. I was going crazy. I just fucked my best friend up the ass who thinks he's a girl, kissed him, stroked him off, and let him blow me. This was sick even though he looked and acted like a girl. Sarah jumped up on the couch and turned on TV. Gilligan's Island was programmed into the clicker and she started laughing at every scene. When the name "Maryann" was said, I saw her rub her tits and crotch and moan. When Gilligan's name was said stopped and just stared ahead with a smile on her face. When Maryann's name was said again, more tit rubbing, cock stroking and finger insertion in her ass. Then it came to me, she had been watching this show almost continuously over the past two weeks. That's why the trigger words were all mixed up. Maybe there was something I missed. I grabbed Sarah's purse again and tore through it looking for the notes. Written in small letters on the bottom of the original note below the words "Maryann" and "Gilligan" were the words "Gilligan's Island". It was obvious that meant something, but what? Maybe that's why she was confused with Maryann and Gilligan. I thought I would do a test and see what happened if I said the words. I got a big towel in case I had to grab her and hold her. I didn't know what reaction I was going to get. I sat next to her on the edge of the chair as she laughed at the TV. I got close and said, "Gilligan's Island." It was almost like turning off the lights. She stopped laughing, her face looked cold and stared ahead and her hands dropped to her sides. She then looked around, directly at me and said, "Hank, why are you here? Hey man, what's going on?" It was Mike again, the real Mike. Mike looked down and saw the babydoll, bra and breast forms and saw how he was curled up on the couch like a girl. He jumped up and ripped off the babydoll and bra. "What the fuck is going on? Why am I dressed like fucking girl? Why do I have long fucking fingernails painted red? My hair, what the fuck did you do to my hair? And why does my mouth taste so yucky and sticky?" I couldn't get an answer in edgewise and threw a tee shirt and sweats at him and told him to put them on. He did without even arguing and sat down. He looked bewildered as I sat on the char next to him. "What the fuck happened to me man? I look like a fucking girl." He looked scared and I told him he had been kidnapped and drugged and they used hypnosis on him. I could see he was listening but not getting everything. I told him to come in the kitchen so we could have a few beers. He got up like Mike and plodded into the kitchen. No dainty footsteps this time. He sat down and we polished off at lest eight beers each as I brought him up to date with what I knew. We were getting a little buzzed as he put his head down and asked, "So did I do anything I should know about? You know, did I get fucked or even worse?" I didn't want to tell him I just fucked him up the ass and that he sucked me off. I told him there were pictures while he was being held and they were pretty sick. He wanted to see them and he just looked at each one shaking his head in disgust. He stopped at one picture and he noticed a woman in the shot. It was his boss Jennie. I know that fucking bitch, that's my boss. Everything started coming back to him. He remembered being told he was a girl, had a sex change, had big tits, and was really a woman. He even remembered them telling him his sister knew. Mike jumped up and grabbed the phone and called his sister immediately. Melissa was worried about him and said the police had called wondering if I was at her house. She was worried something had happened to me. There was no talk of a sex change, being a girl or even talking to anyone from work. The whole thing was a setup, a setup to get the code words. He remembered that much. He didn't remember anything about being a girl though. Hank and Mike talked for another hour, had a few more beers and then sacked out with Mike back on the couch. Mike was still sleeping on Saturday morning as Hank opened the windows. Mike woke up saying he had the best sleep he had in ages, but he complained about his butt hurting. He seemed to pass it off. Lucky for Hank. Mike went to shower and scrubbed off all the makeup and stuff and made sure his hair was pulled back tight into a pony tail again. He couldn't get over his hairless smooth body and small tuft of hair over his cock. The hair would grow back, hopefully, and his skin would be back to its old self in time. With a polo shirt and jeans he looked like Mike again, but a little more feminine looking for his taste. He joined Hank in the kitchen as they chowed down some eggs and toast. He was ravenous. He had lost so much weight he needed to eat more. Hank was feeling better that his buddy was back. After breakfast Hank went to the store to get some things for Mike. They would go over to Mike's place later. Hank came back and saw Mike sitting on the couch with the clicker and wondered what was going to happen. Mike found Gilligan's island and stopped on the channel. "Wow, I haven't seen this in ages man. I love this show." Hank just watched as Gilligan yelled out the name "Maryann." Almost instantly Mike curled up his legs, undid his ponytail, rubbed his tits and fingered himself. He was giggling watching the show. When Gilligan was said, he just stopped and looked at the TV. This went on during the entire show as Hank just stared at his friend and couldn't get over the transformations although Nike never came back totally throughout the show. He seemed to still be Sarah, but just quieter. At the end of the show Mike was in Sarah mode and came up to Hank hugging him and trying to kiss him. This was too much for Hank and he yelled out, "Gilligan's Island." Mike stopped immediately and wondered what had happened. He felt his curly hair around his shoulders and looked at Hank saying, "Did it happen again man?" with tears in his eyes. He sat down and grabbed a beer as he redid the ponytail. Hank sat with him as they decided what to do next. It was obvious the triggers were strong and Mike had to be aware of them and to avoid them if he was to stay in Mike mode. Mike and Hank went over to Mike's apartment to find someone else living there. The name said Casey on the door. It was obvious whoever kidnapped him and did this to him made sure he was to disappear. They went to his office and he walked in to find it empty with no forwarding address. It is as if everyone vanished. He didn't really know anyone so he couldn't even tell the police anyone's name or where they lived. It was like the company, the people and he never existed. Mike realized he had no job, money, apartment, clothes or anything. Hank told him not to worry, at least he could rack out with him. The one thing Mike and Hank weren't aware of was the effect of being in Sarah mode for so long and the psychological conditioning it did to Mike's brain. A week went by and Mike was having weird dreams of him in a wedding dress getting married to Hank, in a beautiful bikini at the beach, pregnant with a baby, putting on makeup, doing his nails, and being fucked by Hank having a real pussy this time. Each night the dreams kept getting stronger and stronger. One morning Mike told Hank about them and Mike said, "Maybe I'm turning gay." Hank looked at him and didn't say a word. "All I think about is cock, pussy, tits, dresses, bikinis, makeup, lingerie and more sex. And I'm a girl." Hank told him it was just post stress syndrome again hoping he was right. They let it go and dismissed any problem. The dreams continued and Mike was beside himself. He just sat in the apartment all day long trying to find a job. Without a reference or any history with a company, he had trouble. Hank would come home seeing Mike just sitting there watching TV and saying nothing. At least he wasn't watching Gilligan's Island. They put a block on the TV so he couldn't catch it while clicking stations. This went on for over a month as Mike became more and more despondent. His hair was growing back and he didn't shave the entire time. One Thursday Hank said they were going to a cabin to get away for the weekend. Fishing, drinking, boating, drinking, women, drinking, cards, drinking and even more drinking were the only things on the agenda. Mike actually was looking forward to it. Friday afternoon came and they packed the car heading up to the lake. They pulled in two hours later and the smell of pine was in the air and everything was calm and perfect. They unloaded the car an opened a few cold ones. After a few more Mike grabbed the clicker and turned on the TV. Well guess what, Gilligan's Island. The first words they caught were "Maryann." As if a light switch got turned on, Mike removed his rubber band and flung his curly hair out. He rubbed his tits and wiggled his ass, smiling at Hank. Hank was taken off guard and lunged at the off switch on the TV as he tripped over a stool, hitting the floor and knocking himself out. He did manage to hit the switch and turn off the TV but it was too late. Sarah was back and Hank was out cold. Hank woke up on the bed with a cold cloth over his head. His eyes were blurred but he could feel someone rubbing his feet. He looked down and saw Mike, no Sarah, at the end of the bed. Her hair was fluffed up, she had on a pretty pink halter top showing off her pretty push up bra, a short white frilly skirt, thigh high stockings and white sandals. Her face was made up very pretty in light pastels with pink lipstick. Her mannerisms were more feminine this time as she moved her hands up and down his legs. She was clean shaven and smelled real nice, just like a girl. Hank tried to get up but couldn't. His head hurt and he was dizzy. Sarah came around and told him he had slept through the night and that she went out to get a few things in the morning. She hoped Hank wouldn't mind her using his credit card. She felt so dirty and had to make herself pretty again. Hank couldn't remember the triggers. He tried a few words but he hurt too much to even think. Sarah came up to him and lowered her head, kissing him softly and then slipping her tongue in his mouth. Hank responded like he would with any pretty girl and kissed her back. Sarah got up and patted his head telling Hank to rest. Hank fell asleep and woke some time later hearing soft humming. He sat up, his head still hurting, and looked out the bedroom door. He saw Mike, no Sarah, busily cleaning the place while she hummed to herself in a high pitched girly voice. Hank sat up and tried to get up. He was wobbly and shuffled into the other room. Sarah saw him and came up to him, helping him to the couch. She stroked his hair, rubbed his shoulders and arms and laid her head on his chest, hugging him. Hank was too sore and hurt to do anything. He did like all the attention though. Sarah leaned up and nibbled his ear and then moved her face to his, pressing her soft creamy lips against his, sucking on him and exploring his mouth with her tongue. This girl was really horny. He told her his head hurt and she stopped, but reached down and stroked his cock through his pants. Hank couldn't do anything right now and he told her later. She smiled, popped up and went right back to cleaning. Hank sat there trying to regain his faculties as Sarah finished cleaning and then prepared lunch. She spoon fed him some soup, licking a drip off his lips and then fed him a sandwich, piece by piece, sticking her finger in his mouth now and then, until he was full. Hank was coming around, but still couldn't remember the triggers, none of them. The notes were also at home in Sarah's purse. Hank moved to the porch and sat in the cool breeze as he regained his composure. Sarah would come out and kiss his neck and then his lips, grabbing his crotch every time. "You'll be in good shape in a few hours Hanky poo. Be ready for me," Sarah said as she wiggled her ass, walking back into the cabin. Hank was too spent to fight it and figured if Sarah was here for the weekend, he should have some fun too. After a few hours Hank felt much better. He could stand and walk and went inside. The place looked great, almost girly with candles and flowers. It smelled sweet just like Sarah. She must have sprayed her perfume around to sweeten the place up. Sarah was cooking dinner and turned to see Hank. She ran up to him, put her arms around his neck, lifted one leg and laid her lips on his, locked in a passionate embrace. Hank didn't resist and tasted Mike's sweet lips, sucked on his, no her, tongue, and hugged her back. As a couple they looked very cute. Too bad one was a guy. Sarah plated dinner and served it to her man. Hank ate it all up as Sarah popped up and cleaned up like a dutiful wife. She finished cleaning and settled in next to Hank on the couch. She nuzzled next to him, reaching into his pants, stroking his meat. Hank was getting turned on and Sarah got up, took his hand and led him into the bedroom. She took Hank's pants off, boxers, and shirt and took off her skirt, panties, top, stockings and sandals, leaving only her padded bra on. She laid down next to him on the bed and stroked his cock as it grew. She giggled as she kissed his nipple and lowered her head down to his crotch. She licked the pre cum off the head and moaned. She licked up and down his shaft, kissed his groin all over, massaged his balls and then went to work on his throbbing cock. She expertly opened her mouth and licked her lips as she took the head into her warm, moist mouth. Her one hand was at the base of his cock, stroking it while the other was tweaking his nipples. Her head bobbed up and down as she lowered down the shaft. Hank was almost ready to explode as Sarah picked up the pace and took Hank deep into her throat. The feeling was incredible for Hank as he moaned too. Sarah kept sucking, liking and deep throating until Hank blew his load into her mouth. Sarah took every spurt with ease, swallowing the creamy cum but keeping some in her mouth. She licked her lips when she was done and moved up to Hanks mouth, kissing him and allowing some of the cum to flow into Hank's mouth. Normally Hank would freak out but Sarah, well Sarah forced Hank to take it and swallow it. He wasn't disgusted but felt like he had shared a moment with his buddy. Sarah snuggled next to him and whispered in his ear, "Do me baby." Hank was spent and he told Sarah he didn't know if he could get hard. Sarah went back to work and fluffed him back to health. Hank was sporting another raging hard on. Sarah got on her knees and Hank got behind her as her wet her ass with his spit and then pressed his hard cock up to her waiting hole. Sarah was wiggling her ass like some bitch in heat and Hank pressed forward feeling her opening widen and then he made a push and slid into her moist, slick ass. She let out a whimper and then a moan as he began to move back and forth, fucking his buddy's ass with his think cock. Sarah moaned and softly screamed as she writhed in pleasure from having her ass rammed. "Fuck me baby, fuck me hard," she yelled out. She bucked back to get it in deeper and Hank climaxed again, cum dripping out of her hole and down her leg. Sarah was pretty hot herself and blew her wad all over the bed. Hank began to soften and pulled back feeling Sarah's tight ass close down on him. His dick slid out of her as he saw a little cum drip out of her bottom. Sarah dropped to the bed and began licking up her own cum from the sheets. This wa