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MISTAKEN IDENTITY BY JENNIFER REDMON Author's note: James (Jack) Stevenson finds that a case of mistaken identity leads to a dramatic change in his life that not only loses his wife, but changes his life forever. Rating: R "Marie," said James Stevensen to his wife of just four years, "the post office has done it again. We're still getting mail for that guy across town. We may have the same house number, but he's at 1741 East Jefferson Street and we're at 1741 West Jefferson Street, there's almost a five mile difference between our houses. Besides, he's Jack Stephenson. That's a big difference in our last names. I only use Jack as a nickname." Stevensen added, "It's too late to go to the post office today, but I'll go first thing in the morning and try to straighten this out again. How many times must I go there?" While it was only 3:30 in the afternoon on Friday, it was the weekend before Halloween and Jack had come home early from his job as an architect so that he and Marie could help each other get dressed for their annual neighborhood week-before-Halloween Friday-night party. Marie was going dressed as an 1800s bar wench, while Jack was dressing as a Chinese courtesan, complete with a high-necked, Chinese silk, form- fitting dress that came to just above his knees. While preparing for his dress-up, the blonde-haired Jack - who was just over five feet, eight inches tall and weighed just over 155 pounds - completed a very close shave of his still-sparse beard, and thoroughly depilated his remaining body hair under his arms, on his chest, and down his legs with a sweet-smelling lotion. While slightly smaller than the average male, Jack was a varsity swimmer in high school and college and had maintained his well-toned body. Following his depilation, at Marie's suggestion, he soaked for quite some time in a fragrant bubble bath. Jack was 26, while Marie had just turned 23. Once he was dried, Marie then lightly plucked Jack's eyebrows to a more feminine arch, while using mascara and eye shadow to make his eyes appear more oriental in their shape. Completing her make-up magic on Jack's eyes, Marie finished Jack's face with a dusting of face powder, blusher, and the application of a deep red lipstick. Once she had finished her make-up ministrations on her husband to achieve the desired appearance of a Chinese courtesan, she then began applying her own make- up to achieve the overdone and somewhat slutty appearance of a well-used 1800s bar wench. Marie was a knock-out with a body that stood 5 foot, 4 inches tall, with measurements of 36C-24-36 and legs that seemed to go on forever. Jack had met her 4 years earlier at a swim meet in his senior year of college where she was a cheerleader for the other college. They seemed to hit it off and dated for a few years before deciding to get married. They seemed to have an almost idyllic marriage, so far, and seemed to talk about everything. After completing her own costume dressing, Marie then helped Jack to dress by helping him to lace into a restrictive corset that reduced his waistline to just over 26 inches from his usual 32 inches, while completing his undergarment dressing with a black, lacy pushup bra with foam inserts, followed by hitching a matching black lace garter belt around his waist, while then attaching pull-up black fishnet stockings to the garter belt's suspenders. Jack's undergarments were then completed with him slipping on a matching pair of black hip-hugger panties, followed by pulling a short chemise-style black lace slip over his shoulders and wriggling it down over his now-pronounced hips. After pulling his shimmering and gleaming Chinese silk dress up over his hips and placing his arms through its cool silk short sleeves, Jack reached around to pull the zipper of his open-backed dress up to the small of his back, then slipped into a pair of shiny black pumps with three-inch heels. He then completed his dressing by pulling on a tight- fitting, long-haired, and shiny black wig. His final look was exactly that of a beautiful Chinese courtesan. In costume, Jack was now Mei Ling, while Marie was Marnie Long. With Jack and Marie both finishing their costumed-look, they had a good half-hour before they had to leave for the party. Accordingly, after pouring themselves each a glass of white wine, they both sat down to talk about the evening's activities until it was time to leave for the party. Shortly thereafter, their conversation was interrupted by a loud banging at their door, followed by shouts of "OK, Jack. Open up! We know you're in there." With those shouts, Jack went - in costume - to open the door only to be pushed backward against the wall by two goons as they barged into the house, saying, "OK. Where is he? Where is he? We want to know and we want to know now!" Fearing that these two goons would beat - or worse - either he or Marie or both, Jack began to use his well-practiced feminine voice saying, "He's not here. It's only Marie and I. Jack's out of town on business and won't be back for three more days." With that, the apparent leader of the two goons - whose name appeared to be Gus - told his buddy, Barney, "That'll still work out OK, Barney. We'll just take these two with us as insurance until he gets back." Turning to Mei Ling (Jack), Gus then said, "Your friend owes our boss $50,000 and we're here to collect it. He's already five weeks late in paying back his loan and its interest just keeps rising. We'll leave a note here for him, but in the meantime, we'll take you two with us to one of the boss' clubs where you can start to work off what your friend owes our boss. Now, let's get you into our car." With that, the two goons dragged my wife and me to their car and pushed us both into their back seat. We were then blindfolded before the two goons began to drive off. I could only wonder with great fear what they meant by having us "work off what (Jack) owed (their) boss by working in one of his clubs." We sat, still blindfolded and holding hands in the back seat, during what seemed to be a drive for well over two hours before driving into a larger city, judging from the louder street sounds, until pulling into and stopping in what was, apparently, a large parking lot. Still blindfolded, we were dragged into some sort of a club as noted by the louder din of people talking, glasses clinking, and what seemed to be almost stripper-like music in the background. The goons continued dragging us around the inside perimeter of the club, through another door, down what sounded like a long hall, and into a smaller and more quiet room. Once inside the room, our blindfolds were taken off and, as our eyes adjusted to the light, we saw that we were in what seemed to be a small efficiency-type apartment with a living area, eat-in kitchen, a large bedroom, and a full bath. Gus opened the conversation by saying, "Welcome ladies, to one of Jeff Carlson's larger gentlemen's' clubs. He owns a string of these upscale clubs around the country. You'll start working tomorrow since it's too late today. Besides, we need to have you complete some 'conditioning' first to make your transition into very successful and happy cocktail waitresses easier. Our boss is not the type person, though, who beats or kills his enemies or those who owe him money, but he does expect to be repaid in whatever way works." Gus continued by saying, "Who knows, you might even want to become one of our runway dancers later on, as well. Ms. Carey here will give you the basics to get you both started in the right direction starting now. You'd better listen closely to what she tells you and do exactly what she says; otherwise you'll be very disappointed. Ms. Carey?" With that, Ms. Carey stepped forward saying, "Thank you Gus. Ladies, please call me 'Mom.' I think of all of my girls as 'daughters' and me as their mother - that is, until anyone of them crosses me, then I usually ask Gus here to help them to 'straighten out.' Do I make myself clear, ladies?" We both responded in unison, "Yes, Mom." Mom stepped forward then handing each of us our own cocktail waitress uniforms saying, "I believe you'll find these sizes suitable. We'll give you exactly 30 minutes to get dressed and then we'll return promptly to give you both a thorough orientation tour of our club before bringing you back here for a night's sleep. Before we leave, though, you must take these two 'comfort' caplets each. They'll help you to adjust more successfully and happily into your new roles as cocktail waitresses here and to possibly even become one of our platform dancers later on. That is, unless your friend Jack pays back to our boss, Mr. Carlson, what he owes him within the next 10 days." We took the caplets with great trepidation, thinking of what the circumstances might be if we didn't. With that being completed, Mom and the two goons left, with Gus saying ominously, "We'll be back in 30 minutes and you'd better be ready." After getting dressed and with about 5 minutes left before our 30 minute deadline was up, both Marie and I began to feel somewhat lightheaded with a warm glow throughout our bodies. At the same time, while I still couldn't quite describe the feeling, both Marie and I seemed to agree that we seemed to feel slightly more submissive and open to suggestion than before. With that thought, Gus, Barney, and Mom reappeared right on time. As the three entered our room, Gus immediately commanded each of us to take seats in opposite corners of the little apartment we were in. Once we were seated, Gus came to me first saying in a voice loud enough for Marie to hear across the room, "Ladies, the 'comfort' caplets that you were given just a while ago were both a mild sedative to help you relax more and to enable your receptivity to hypnotic suggestion, as well. We'll start with you first," he said turning to me, while adding, "Close your eyes now," which I dutifully and quickly complied with. "I like the name Mei Ling and that'll be your name from now on or until your friend Jack shows up to pay off his loan. You're also a beautiful Chinese-American young woman who, with a body and legs like yours, would make a gorgeous runway exotic dancer, too. So, to begin with, I want you to listen closely to the following words and then keep repeating them to yourself until I tell you to stop. 'My name is Mei Ling and I am a beautiful young Chinese-American woman with a great body and great legs. I am a cocktail waitress here at Mr. Carlson's gentlemen's club, but I want to be one of his runway exotic dancers someday soon.' That's great," continued Gus. "Now just keep on repeating those words to yourself." With that, Gus then walked over to my wife saying, "I like the name Marnie Long, too. That'll be your name from now on. You're also a gorgeous babe with a great body, too. So, until I tell you otherwise, you will keep repeating to yourself the following phrase, 'My name is Marnie Long and I am a cocktail waitress here in Mr. Carlson's gentlemen's club. With my beauty and great body, though, I really want to be a runway exotic dancer as soon as possible.' Just keep that up," continued Gus. "Don't stop until I tell you to." While both my wife and I continued repeating our self-hypnosis phrases, Gus and his group left the room saying, "We'll be back later. Continue repeating your phrases to yourself." While repeating those phrases softly to ourselves, Marnie and I lost all track of time until Mom came back into our room saying, "OK, ladies. Wake up and stand up. You look great in your cocktail waitress uniforms, too. With all of those crinolines underneath those very short skirts, you'll be able to really show off your beautiful, sexy pantied bottoms every time that you bend over even slightly. Now I want to give you some training instructions on how to be a very successful cocktailer, while making larger tips, as well." Mom continued by saying, "Here's what you will do. First, while you are just walking around the club or anywhere else, always walk with a gentle, but sexy, sway in your hips. Second, when taking drink orders from each of your tables, always smile or giggle at your customers or their humorous comments, keep your legs and knees always together, bend at the waist, and show a little bit of cleavage as you write down their orders. After taking their drink orders, stand up straight, turn, while giving your customers a little bit more wiggle in your hips, as you walk back to the cocktail waitress part of the bar with your drink orders. Once you get your tray with the drinks for your table, walk with your shoulders slightly back and your chests out (like a model) until you get to your table." She finished by saying, "When you get to your table, while keeping your legs and knees together, bend at your knees and waist, show a bit more cleavage again, and pass your drinks around one-by-one, while continuing to smile and giggle at their comments. By the way, you probably noticed while you were getting dressed that your panties were more of a hip- hugger style made of a black lace Lycra-type material. They stay up quite nicely. We don't want our girls having their panties pulled down by one of our customers who may have had too much to drink. That could also be quite embarrassing. Don't you agree? Any questions?" With Mom's instructions registering in our psyches, we both said, "No." Whereupon Mom commanded us to follow her for a tour of the club where she showed us the tables she would have us assigned to starting tomorrow evening, while also instructing us as to which part of the bar to go to with our drink orders. She also showed us where the ladies restrooms were, along with the employee's break room, too. To ensure our safety, she also pointed out the club's three "enforcers" who we could motion to if any of our customers got too "frisky." Following her tour, she reminded us that all of our earnings and tips would be kept by the club to be applied against paying off the loan to Mr. Carlson that our "friend" Jack "owed him." With that, Mom escorted us back to our little apartment, while reminding us that, in return, the club would still take care of our room and board. Once inside our "apartment," Mom gave us each two more "comfort" caplets saying, "It's been almost six hours since the last time you took your first caplets. From now on and until further notice - or until your 'friend' Jack pays Mr. Carlson the money he owes him - you'll take these caplets every six hours. We'll be sure that you do. Take them now." We took our caplets without hesitation. We had learned that by now. After taking our caplets, Mom then gave us each a package saying, "Open them." We did and found first a pair of really pretty pink and almost see-through baby-doll pajamas with matching panties, a matching robe, and a pair of very feminine slippers with three-inch wedge heels. Under the nightwear, we found a discman CD player with 9 CDs numbered from 1 through 9. Mom then told us, "Once you get undressed and into your nighties, call me and I'll have some more instructions for you. As before, I'll give you 30 minutes." Once Mom left, I quickly surveyed our apartment finding a razor and shaving cream that had, apparently, been left behind by a previous "tenant." At least, this way, I said to myself and my wife, I could still shave my still sparse beard to maintain my feminine appearance and, if I had to, my legs and underarms later. We completed our undressing, got into our babydolls, and began to wonder what the discman meant. I also told my wife how lucky we were that our uniform panties were made of a Lycra-type material that would also help quite nicely to keep my penis safely tucked away, as well. As before, we began to feel slightly lightheaded and warm all over as the caplets began to take effect after about 20 minutes, sitting down together and waiting for Mom's return. After what seemed to be only a few moments, Mom returned and said, "You look very sexy, ladies, in your new nightwear. Now, listen very carefully - I want you both to continue repeating to yourselves the phase that Gus gave you earlier this evening, but I want you to add this instruction: 'Starting tonight, I will slip into my discman the CD labeled Number 1, followed each successive night by numbers 2 through 9 or until told otherwise. Once I've inserted each night's CD, I will turn the discman on at bedtime and leave it on all night long until awakened each morning.' Have I made myself clear, ladies?" We both murmured "Yes" to Mom, whereupon she left us saying, "Good night ladies. Someone will wake you in the morning. See you then." We both murmured in unison again, "Yes, Mom. Good night." With that, we both, as instructed, put disk 1 into each of our discman players, turned the players on, placed the headphones on, kissed each other good night, turned the lights off, and then slipped into bed. Although we knew we should try to fight those instructions, we seemed to find no resistance to do so. We guessed that our resistance had already started to have been worn down by the combination of the "comfort" caplets and the hypnotic suggestions. Although we couldn't exactly understand the words, just under the soothing music that helped us to go soundly to sleep rather quickly, were the words, "I love being a beautiful young woman who really enjoys being a cocktail waitress here at one of Mr. Carlson's many gentlemen's clubs. I really want to be one of his beautiful runway exotic dancers as soon as possible, though." Added to the suggestions earlier implanted by Gus and Mom, the all-night-long subliminal suggestions were making Marie and me more aware of our developing new lives and wants. We had no choice but to listen to our discman players. After being awakened the following morning, we were again given separate packages with the instruction to wear these "everyday clothes and shoes" until we started our cocktail waitress duties that evening at 5 PM. We opened our packages to find, while happily smiling to each other, short black leather miniskirts with a deep-d?colletage pullover short sleeved figure-hugging sweater, and a short black slip with black matching garter belts and smoky colored stockings. Included in the package were also matching open-toed black pumps with three-inch heels. There was also a hand printed note included that said, "You may wear your own undergarments, but these will be your clothes as you work as hostesses from noon until 5 PM until your cocktail waitress duties begin at 5. Until then, you're on your own, but you must each stay inside the club. Please be prompt and at your hostess stations by 11:30 AM." We spent the next several mornings, lounging in our apartment, while talking over coffee about how we could best extricate ourselves from the situation we found ourselves in. We still had not come up with an answer that we each found workable by day 7 of our enforced captivity. Instead, we made sure that we were made up, dressed, and at our hostess stations by 11:30 AM each day. It also seemed that by day 7, the combination of the hypnotic suggestions - aided by the "comfort" caplets - along with the addition of the nightly subliminal CDs, made our days as both hostesses and cocktail waitresses pass even more happily, while we seemed to find ourselves talking, laughing, and giggling to each other every night - as well as the other girls during the day - about our more humorous customer encounters that day. We even found ourselves asking to become runway exotic dancers in this or other of Mr. Carlson's gentleman's clubs as soon as it might be arranged. While underneath my growing sense that I was, indeed, a very beautiful Chinese-American young woman, with great legs, I still held on to the knowledge that I was really James (Jack) Stevensen who was being held against my will in a very real case of mistaken identity. My wife, Marie, though, was becoming much more deeply entrenched in her psyche than I was and seemed to be identifying herself much more each day as Marnie, the hot young woman who really wanted to be a lead dancer and stripper now. Unknown to each of us, unless we both thought very hard about it, the subliminal CDs we were forced to listen to each night were having even stronger effects on changing our self-perceptions - aided by the "comfort" caplets - into the young ladies we had dressed up as to go to our neighborhood Halloween party the evening we were kidnapped by Mr. Carlson's goons. Days 2, 3, and 4 of the CDs had us begin to believe even stronger the words of the first day's CD, while the CDs of days 5, 6, and 7 built even stronger in our minds how beautiful and built we were and how strongly we wanted to be one of Carlson's exotic dancers. Days 8 and 9 - with day 9 being just one day before our 10th day in captivity - tried to cement even more firmly in our minds of how beautiful we were, how much we wanted to be one of Carlson's dancers, and that our names were now either Mei Ling or Marnie Long. While I still knew that, deep down, I was James (Jack) Stevensen, I also knew that I couldn't take too many more "comfort" caplets or subliminal CDs before I would truly become Mei Ling. My wife, Marie, on the other hand, seemed to be almost 95% convinced that she was Marnie Long and she wanted to be one of Carlson's strippers now, not later. It was now the 10th day of our mistaken identity captivity. With no advance notice, but just after Marnie and I had dressed to begin our hostess duties, both Gus and Barney barged into our little apartment followed by Mr. Carlson. Barney spoke first saying, "OK ladies. Your friend Jack has yet to show up and today is the 10th day. I guess that he cares more about his $50,000 than what might happen to each of you. Mr. Carlson now has something to say to you. Mr. Carlson?" "Well ladies, I guess your friend Jack must be a coward after all. Otherwise he'd be here to at least try to find some way to rescue you both." Carlson then added, "I've decided what to do with you both since Jack hasn't paid me back. I'm going to continue with our psychological retraining and mold you both into gorgeous lead strippers at different clubs that I own. In a very short period of time, you will both, indeed, become Mei Ling and Marnie Long. As two of my most beautiful, sexy, and built exotic dancers, you both will make me the money that Jack Stephenson owes me in very short order." With that comment, I had no choice but to demand my correct recognition, while the Jack still left in me made me leap to my feet, tearing off my long black wig, and throwing it to the floor, while yelling, "Now just one minute! It's time to stop this idiotic nonsense. You have the wrong Jack! You want Jack Stephenson, not me. I'm James Stevensen. I only go by Jack as a long-time nickname. We may have the same house number, but your Jack lives at East Jefferson, while I live at West Jefferson. How long does it take to get you and your two goons to get that through your thick skulls?" The two goons both spoke up as one saying that they had "cased" our home for almost a week and had been told repeatedly by our neighbors that my name was "Jack." Whereupon I responded by saying again that Jack was just my nickname, and that James was my real name. I tried to tell these guys again about the different spelling of our last names, as well as the west, rather than east, address difference, too, but they would hear none of it. With my comment, Carlson got very red-faced and looked at me with a steely-eyed expression and clenched teeth saying, "Well Mei Ling. You have embarrassed me for the last time and - trust me - you will pay me back every cent that you owe me, and with interest, too. Your wife's conditioning will be completed and she will become - as Marnie Long - one of the best and most beautiful strippers in my many clubs. It will take a while longer for you, but once the rest of your transformation is complete - with the help of a very skilled doctor and surgeon that I know - you will become your vision of Mei Ling, the beautiful Chinese- American young woman with the great body and great legs. Once your transformation is complete, you will also become one of my most gorgeous strippers, as well. Now, you might just as well kiss your wife good- bye. You will never see her again, nor will she ever see you again, either, at least not as Jack, or even as a man. Gus, Barney, take Marnie away now!" "It's your turn now, Miss Ling," said Carlson as he then turned to me, grabbed my arms, pulled them behind me, and then injected me with . . . something. "While I'm not the type of person who beats, or even kills, those people who try to cross me," Carlson added, " I have access to a number of other 'punishments' that are usually more appropriate to any given matter. Let's just say that I do believe in letting the punishment fit the crime." While still struggling, it wasn't long before total blackness engulfed me. I seemed to regain consciousness, but in a rather groggy state, in response to the voices of two men in the background. The room I was in, though, seemed dramatically different from the small efficiency apartment that I shared with my wife (my wife?). This room seemed much brighter, but with the overarching odor of disinfectant or alcohol or both. Was I in some sort of a hospital room? While I didn't recognize the voice of one of the two men, the second man's voice sounded vaguely like that of Mr. Carlson's. In my apparently sedated state, I tried as hard as I could to listen to what the two men were speaking about. They seemed to be talking about me. All I could really catch from their conversations seemed to be phrases, such as: "estrogen therapy," "hypnotic therapy enhanced by subliminal reeducation," "plastic surgery aided by gene therapy," "major orthopedic surgery to widen the pelvic structure," "breast enhancement," "major experimental, but, so far, very successful internal organ transplant surgery," "possible slight reduction in her IQ," . . . . . Then I seemed to lapse back into a deep sleep again. I awoke again - but in a very hazy, almost dreamlike state - after what seemed like days, or weeks, or months, I really didn't know. What I did know was that I hurt - really hurt - across my lower half. It wasn't what I would call a sharp pain, but was, instead, a good, solid, overall, dull, but intense, ache. I also guessed - more like I felt - that my skin seemed to be becoming, somehow, smoother and softer, too. I also knew now that I was Mei, no Jack, no Mei, no Jack, no Mei. I guess I was becoming less and less sure of my own identity. Now what did I do with my discman headphones? With that thought, a nurse then came into my room saying, "Miss Ling, Dr. Barkin will be in shortly to begin your preparation for your next procedure. I think you'll be so pleased with the results. You were already a pretty girl when you came here, but when Dr. Barkin finishes his surgical magic, you will be absolutely drop-dead gorgeous when you leave. I think he said something about making your neck seem even longer and swan-like, along with a bit more complicated surgery that should reduce your waistline to about the 24 inches that Mr. Carlson has requested. You know, you should really thank him the next time you see him. He comes to see you at least once a month when he and Dr. Barkin talk." With her comment about Mr. Carlson, I must admit that the girl that was being recreated in me felt a warming glow, while I told myself that Mr. Carlson was, indeed, a really ruggedly handsome young man, too. Dr. Barkin interrupted the nurse's comments when he entered the room asking, "Miss Ling. How are you feeling today?" I answered without thinking. I was Miss Ling, or was I? "Well, I am feeling some pain around my hips, but, other than that, I guess I feel all right. Why do you ask?" "Because I wanted to be more sure of your recovery from your last procedure before we begin the next one. As it is, I think I'll wait just one more week before we start your next surgery," Dr. Barkin replied. "We'll then be that much closer to completing your total transformation into the gorgeous young Chinese-American young woman that you perceive yourself to be, especially after you've recovered from the very serious automobile accident that you were in." Almost without thinking, I squealed and giggled in delight. Whereupon, Dr. Barkin leaned over to me, gave me another injection, which began to induce another rapid sleep-induced state, saying, "Sleep now, Miss Ling. We'll keep you asleep for as long as needed to both reduce the pain you'll have to endure and help you to heal more rapidly, too." The following week, just before my next procedure was to be completed, Dr. Barkin met Mr. Carlson at my bedside again to bring him up-to-date on my progress. He said, "Mr. Carlson, we continued her 'comfort' caplets, hypnotic suggestions, and subliminal CDs to more firmly implant in her mind the 'fact' that she is a 22-year-old beautiful Chinese- American young woman who was in a very serious automobile accident with her parents - who were both killed in the accident - with that being the reason for her lengthy hospital stay here. At the same time, we have been using both continuous estrogen therapy and a new - and proven - gene therapy to also change her skin tone to the more yellowish hue of an oriental young woman, who also has the slightly more 'fragile' bone structure and culturally more submissive demeanor of a typical Chinese or Japanese girl." The doctor continued, "As you can see, her skin tone is becoming just that, as is her physical structure, while the estrogen therapy is softening her skin, growing her breasts, and giving her more curves, while the subliminal CD therapy is remolding her deepest psyche into that of a more submissive oriental young lady. We've already given her an orchiedectomy to remove the source of testosterone to enable the estrogen now being administered to work faster. She now has increasingly stronger memories of an idyllic childhood with dolls, embroidery, flower arranging, and housekeeping, etc. She also perceives - and knows - herself as Mei Ling, the beautiful young Chinese-American lady with a high school education, but with great legs and a great body who enjoys her work as a cocktail waitress, but who really aspires to be an exotic dancer in one of your bigger clubs." Barkin continued, "She is also now beginning to understand that, with only a high school education, as well, but with a beautiful face and body, she's not really qualified for much else except maybe becoming a dancer or a secretary, or possibly becoming a wife and mother some day, too. I'm also having our physical therapists continue working with her legs so that, once our surgeries are complete, she'll be able to get up and walk fairly easily, possibly with some minimal help the first 3-4 times she gets out of bed. We've already finished her first major surgery to widen the bones in her hips and pelvic structure to a more normal, and womanly, structure that will enable her to have children more easily after she gets married or after she, otherwise, may find herself pregnant." Mr. Carlson replied to Dr. Barkin, "Harrison, - May I call you Harrison? And please call me Jeff. We've known each other and worked together too long to be so formal with each other. - your work is certainly exemplary and it looks as if I couldn't ask for a better outcome. She is certainly becoming more beautiful with each passing day. What are your plans for the rest of her transformation?" Dr. Barkin replied, "Jeff, - and, yes, you may call me Harrison - we will continue our hypnotic, subliminal, estrogen, and gene therapy until we believe they are complete - we estimate about another 3-4 weeks, starting with her surgery today that will give her a tracheal shave to reduce her Adam's apple so that she will have a longer-looking and more feminine neck, with liposuction and the removal of her lower ribs to give her the 24-inch waist you've requested. We're also continuing her laser electrolysis treatments to remove all of her male hair patterns." "After that," Barkin continued, "we'll continue our plastic surgery with facial feminization surgery, where we'll also give the eyes an almond look, while giving the outside of each eye an upturn just as that found in most Chinese and oriental women. We'll then complete breast augmentation surgery to create the 38D bust that you've also requested. With the pelvic surgery that we've already completed, she'll be the beautiful 5 foot, 8 inches tall and leggy dancer who, with measurements of 38D-24-36, will become one of your clubs' most gorgeous and spectacular exotic dancers . . . just as you have specified. She'll weigh about 120 pounds, too. We'll wait to complete the breast augmentation surgery until the estrogen hormone therapy has made the skin at her breasts stretch more to accommodate the silicone implants required. Moreover, once we have completed the final female organs transplant surgery, she will, indeed, be a 100% complete and total woman who, if and when she gets married, can even have children, unless she is very careful before then by using either condoms or birth control during any love making she might want to enter into." Dr. Barkin continued, "We have already been made aware of a young lady of just 20 who, because of her over-use of drugs, is now near death and on life support. Her parents have assured us, thanks to the promise of a generous gift, that, upon her death, they will immediately advise us to complete the transfer of her female organs as soon as possible." A week seemed to go by like it was propelled by a rocket and I found myself again being wheeled into the OR for another "procedure." This time, though, when I reawakened back in my hospital room, I still felt a dull ache, this time higher up and around my waist, though, along with a sore throat, as well. While just as it seemed that I was recovering and getting past the pain after about 4 weeks, I found myself waking again in my hospital room with another set of bandages and pain in other places. First, the pain and bandages were centered on my face; while secondly, the bandages and pain were wrapped around my eyes. After what seemed to be another several weeks later, I awoke again to understand that the size of my breasts seemed to be increased to a new size that I really liked. While I really felt good about my "natural" 36C breasts, I knew that I liked my newer (I guessed) 38D-cup breasts even better. Finally, after what seemed to be almost a full month later, I was again being prepared for another surgery. This time, though, I knew that I was the 22-year-old Chinese-American girl named Mei Ling, who was severely injured in an automobile accident, which also resulted in the death of my parents. While I only had a high school education and wasn't qualified for much else, - unless I went to college, which I had no desire to - I did know that I was pretty and had beautiful long legs. They were my best feature. I really enjoyed being a cocktail waitress in one of Mr. Carlson's clubs, and wanted to be a dancer in one of his larger clubs even more. I really enjoyed dancing and knew that I could make a lot more money as an exotic dancer in one his clubs, too. This time, when Dr. Barkin came to my room, he said, "Miss Ling, we're at the point of our last surgery for you. This time, we're going to fully repair all of your female internal organs. I'm sure that you've noticed that, while you've been here, you've not had a period yet. That's because, in the auto accident, you were severely injured in your pelvic area, with some of those injuries affecting your ovaries and uterus. This surgery will completely repair those injuries and allow you to be, again, not only a lovely young woman, but a complete and lovely young woman, as well. Once we're done, you'll even be able to have children again, too." With his last comment, I began to squeal and just gush to him, began to cry, and pulled him to me and kissed him, while saying over and over again, "Oh thank you . . . thank you . . . thank you. I'm so happy! I was very worried that I hadn't had a period yet." With that, Dr. Barkin interrupted me by saying, "Miss Ling, we expect the surgery to go very well, but we will also keep you here until you've completed at least two normal periods." I knew that I had none, so far, since the accident and only wished the doctor good luck. He added that he thought that Mr. Carlson may be developing more than a passing interest in me since he had been coming to see me weekly for the past seven weeks. Deep down, an even stronger and warmer feeling began to rise in me at his last comment. Mr. Carlson certainly seemed to be an eligible "hunk," too I thought to myself. The doctor then gave me another injection, which quickly induced sleep in me again. I knew that I was being rolled into the OR and was put completely under with the skills of the anesthesiologist. For what must have been at least several weeks, I vaguely recalled being awakened for just a few minutes several times each week to ask me questions, change bandages, and adjust the endless tubes that seemed to be coming from almost every part of my lower half, while I vaguely seemed to be aware of glimpsing Mr. Carlson during each of those weeks, as well. Finally, after just over five weeks from my "final" surgery - as the doctor told me - I was fully awakened to feel almost no pain at all, with, by now, all of my tubes and bandages being removed. For the first time in almost a year, I felt clear-headed. I was Mei Ling, the beautiful, 22-year-old Chinese-American young woman with great legs who was looking forward to being a star dancer in one of Mr. Carlson's many gentlemen's clubs. I really hoped to see Mr. Carlson as soon as possible. He was so cute, and such a hunk, I thought to myself, and I wanted to thank him properly for all of the help he had provided in helping me to recover from the serious auto accident that I was in. Just as I had hoped - and what seemed to be just a few moments later - Mr. Carlson walked into my room saying, "Good day, Miss Ling. Doctor Barkin tells me that you are almost fully recovered, but he wants to keep you here under observation for at least two more months. If you don't mind, would it be OK to come and visit with you several times a week now, at least until your release? With that, I again almost squealed, pulled Mr. Carlson to me, and kissed him, while enthusiastically murmuring, "Oh yes, Mr. Carlson. I'd like that very much!" To my very happy surprise, Mr. Carlson kissed me back hard. I responded by kissing him back even harder, while placing my tongue toward his. He responded in kind and we both enjoyed a continued and increasingly passionate kiss and embrace. In what seemed to be an instant later, he broke off our kiss and pulled back saying, "Miss Ling. I enjoyed that very much, but I think it best that we not move too rapidly, at least, just not yet. I'll see you again in just a few days." At that, I pulled him gently back to me, kissed him lightly on the lips, and said gently, but in my best and most sexy voice, "I can't wait." The time didn't go quickly enough but, after three long days, Mr. Carlson returned. This time he kissed me hello in a most passionate way. I responded in kind, while, at the same time, I arose from my bed (with just a bit of help from him), crushed my body to his, and kissed him even more hungrily, while crushing my breasts and body into his. I wanted to push things a bit farther and urged his right hand onto my left breast. When he began to fondle my breast and tweak my nipple, I almost fainted, my knees became weak, and I could feel a warm dampness begin to slowly form in my now-aching vagina. I wanted him, but knew I had to slow down and not push things too hard. I believed that I now had increasingly stronger feelings developing for Mr. Carlson, and hoped that he did for me, too. After over an hour's worth of conversation, he arose from his chair and said, "Miss Ling - may I call you Mei, and would you please call me Jeff, too - I think that I may be developing feelings for you. I hope that you are toward me as well." I replied in return, while hugging him as closely as I could, "Oh, yes, Jeff. I think I am toward you, too. I hope to see you again, and very soon, as well." At the same time, I kissed him lightly again, while Jeff responded that he would be back in just two more days. Over the next several months, Jeff came to visit with me almost three times a week, and, with each visit, our passion for each other seemed to increase, both emotionally and physically, with each of his visits. We seemed to want each other to do more with and for each other as our passion increased, usually at my urging, as I urged Jeff to move from my breasts, to my hips and derriere, to my thighs, and, finally, to my vaginal opening and clitoris, where I urged him, more and more, to play with my clit, while inserting one, then two, then three of his fingers into my vagina. With each added amount of such foreplay, I became increasingly aware of a growing heat throughout my entire body, which was also accompanied by even more electricity and dampness in my vagina, as well. I also felt, with each of Jeff's visits, growing feelings of like, then deeper feelings, and, finally, what I had to characterize as a real and overwhelming love for my Jeff. I don't know how I knew, but I also began to sense that Jeff was developing a similar love for me, as well. With each of Jeff's visits, our petting became heavier and heavier to the point where I longed to have his manhood inside of me. I knew how long and hard it could become from our heavier petting sessions and crushing my hips, pelvis, and body against him, while imagining with greater need how that large cock would feel inside me as we made love. After my final surgery to "repair" my internal female organs that had been badly injured during the auto accident that also killed my parents, two great things happened. First, after almost six weeks following my last surgery, I had my first period, followed about four weeks later by my second period. Because of the very extensive surgery to repair my internal organs, Dr. Barkin suggested that I use sanitary napkins for my first two periods, followed by using tampons, which I had always preferred anyway. He also cautioned me that, to ensure that I didn't have an unwanted pregnancy, I should always be sure that my partner used a condom, or, better yet, that I have the birth control prescription that he gave me to be filled and used as directed. He also gave me a month's supply of birth control pills to be used starting with the ending of my second period. Midway through the completion of my second period, while Dr. Barkin and my Jeff were talking just outside my hospital room door, I seemed to overhear just a few comments and words such as "perfect tissue match," "no need for anti-rejection drugs," and "perfectly functioning uterus, ovaries, and vagina." The doctor, out of my earshot, also apparently told Mr. Carlson that the transplanted organs had come from the perfect- match young lady, who he had advised him of earlier, who had overdosed from drug use. She had been declared brain dead not even one day before my surgery was immediately scheduled, with the harvesting and transferring of her female organs to Dr. Barkin being done almost immediately. I figured that their discussion that I had only intermittently overheard must have been about some other patient, because I knew all about me, how I had recovered from the auto accident that I was in - thanks to Dr. Barkin's medical and surgical skills, with financial help to cover the cost of all of my medical needs by my Jeff - and knew that after maybe just another 1-2 weeks of recuperation and recovery, I could then get back to work in one of my Jeff's clubs as a dancer. I knew that, with my beauty and great legs, I would make a great dancer in one of Jeff's clubs, too, while also knowing that I could easily become one of Jeff's lead dancers, as well. Perhaps, I thought, one of the classier men's magazines might even want to feature me as one of their centerfolds, too. I had been holding Jeff back from going "all the way" with me until I received more of an "all OK" go ahead from Dr. Barkin after my second period came and went normally. Instead, Jeff and I continued our several meetings each week since my last period with each of our romantic and petting sessions becoming more and more passionate, with Jeff becoming more and more heated and obviously frustrated, while I found myself wanting his manhood inside my increasingly hot vagina, with each of our sessions resulting in my love juices flowing ever more heavily and soaking and drenching my panties. I think that I was becoming even more frustrated than Jeff that we couldn't make physical love yet. I was sooooo ready, I was sooooo hot, and I was ready now! Quite happily, it was the fifth day after my second period when Dr. Barkin, after giving me a very thorough exam, said, "Miss Ling, if you think that you are ready emotionally to have sex, I can confirm now that, medically and physically, you are also cleared to have sex at anytime that you care to. I would only caution you to be sure that you exercise proper birth control and that you only make love with a man whom you have genuine feelings for, and he for you. You'll find the sex much more enjoyable when there are real and true feelings involved between both the man and the woman who are expressing their physical love for each other." I quickly replied to him that I had been taking my birth control pills, as directed, just after my period had ended. With Dr. Barkin's OK, an incredible sense of elation came over me in a rush, and I leaped to my feet, threw myself at the doctor, hugging him tightly, while kissing him all over both cheeks and saying, "Oh doctor, doctor, doctor! I can't tell you how happy your OK has made me feel." I positively squealed and gushed again at the doctor knowing that I would give myself to Jeff later that afternoon when he came to visit me again. Just that thought alone gave me an incredible rush, with the flow of the juices from my vagina soaking my panties again. I couldn't wait. Shortly after the doctor left my room, I began to pull together an outfit that I knew would be as sexy as possible to seduce my Jeff. From my closet and dresser, I put my sexiest outfit together that consisted of a black, lacy, demi-style pushup bra; a matching black lace garter belt; dark smoky grey stockings; and a pair of matching black lace thong panties. I also grabbed my newest little black dress from my closet that was short and came to several inches above my knees, and was low cut with spaghetti straps, too. I decided that I really didn't need a slip at all, as well. I knew I would be even sexier that way. I finished putting my outfit together by selecting a pair of black patent leather pumps with 5-inch heels. I knew that those higher heels would show off my almost perfect legs to even better advantage, while my low cut little black dress with its spaghetti straps would enhance my 38D breasts even more. I was getting really dressed for the "special" night that my Jeff had promised. While still in my dressing gown, I finished painting my nails and toenails with a coat of a darker red nail polish, knowing that I would use its matching shade of lip gloss - along with more dramatic, nighttime eye shadow and eye makeup - with a pale pink blusher to set off my higher cheek bones. Brushing my long black hair until it positively gleamed, that now flowed almost half way down my back, completed the picture of drop dead gorgeousness that was exactly the image that I wanted to convey to my Jeff. After putting on my makeup, taking off my dressing gown, and slipping into my undergarments, I stepped into my black pumps, and then couldn't resist walking around while admiring my figure and my legs from all sides in my full length mirror. I didn't think that Jeff would be able to resist me either. Once I slipped my dress down over my head and shoulders, slithered it down over my hips, and then zipped up its back zipper, I looked myself over in my full length mirror and then just knew . . . there was no way that my Jeff could possibly resist me and my spectacular charms. A spritz of my favorite perfume at my cleavage, behind each ear, and at the back of my legs just behind my knees completed the overall alluring touch that I was trying very hard to achieve. I knew that I had done just that. After completing my dressing, I guessed that I had about 15 minutes before Jeff's arrival. Accordingly, I poured myself a glass of white wine from my room's small refrigerator and sat down, while crossing my legs and admiring again how great I thought they looked. To my great surprise, though, I couldn't have been happier to open my door at his knock to see that my Jeff had arrived much earlier than he had originally scheduled. He wasted no time in entering my room, lifted me off my feet, and then hugged me holding my quickly yielding body as close to his as possible while still being dressed. With that, he kissed me with a passion that neither of us had ever felt before, and said, "Mei, before I lose all self control, we'd better get going. I've got a special evening planned starting with dinner at the finest restaurant in town. You won't even need a wrap because it's still a very warm evening outside. Besides, you look so beautiful that I want to show you off, as well, for the gorgeous eye candy that you most surely are tonight." Tonight Jeff was dressed in an impeccably tailored blue pinstripe suit, with black socks, and highly polished black wingtip shoes. His shirt was a well tailored and well pressed white, long sleeved shirt, with polished golden monogrammed cuff links, and pulled together quite handsomely with a very striking red "power" tie. He was also very clean shaven and wore that masculine male musk cologne that always seemed to turn me on even more. He placed my arm under his and walked me out to his "everyday" car, a 1965 red Ford Mustang convertible with a white top that had been lovingly restored and cared for. Its top was down to also show off its immaculate white leather interior (and me, too, I guessed). He whistled at my legs just slightly enough for me to hear as he opened the passenger side door for me as I sat down in the passenger seat with my legs together and then turned 90 degrees pulling my legs in after me. While gentling holding his arm first, I looked up at Jeff, smiled brightly, and said, "Easy big boy. There's plenty of time for that once we get back from dinner." Our dinner was delightful, but as our dinnertime began to clearly get closer to its end, Jeff seemed to be getting almost uneasy in his demeanor. Not wishing to delve further into what may be bothering him so much, I used that time as an excuse to go to the ladies room and "powder my nose." As he stood up at my return, pulled my chair out to help me sit, and as I sat and smoothed my dress under me, he said, in a very serious tone of voice, "Mei, I have something very important that we must talk about." At his comment, a million thoughts began to go through my mind and all of them were negative: had I misjudged his feelings for me; did he not like me after all; did he just want to get into my panties; was he ashamed of my Chinese ethnicity; my lack of education; my aspiration to be one of his exotic dancers; had I pushed myself too hard on him; what could it be? All of these thoughts and a million more kept rushing through my brain. I replied, "Jeff, what's wrong? Have I said or done something to upset you? He replied, "Of course not. As a matter of fact, what I have to say may be the exact opposite of what you may be thinking. Mei, I've been with you now for the better part of the past eleven months while you were recuperating from your injuries . . . more so during the several times each week for the past four months that we've been together, as well." Jeff continued by saying, "I've grown quite fond of you during our time together Mei and I believe that you have grown fond of me, as well. More importantly, Mei, I've fallen in love with you." After hearing his comments, I felt an overwhelming warmness engulf my body as my own love for Jeff erupted into a cacophony of smiles and tears. "Oh Jeff," I replied. "I love you so much, too." Through my gushing, squeals of happiness, and tears, I didn't notice Jeff's fumbling inside his coat pocket for a small box. Once he found the box, he reached across the table to me, and held my left hand in his, while opening the ring box to show an absolutely beautiful diamond engagement ring (it must have been at least five carats), took the ring out of the box, placed it on my left hand ring finger, and said, "Mei, will you marry me?" I couldn't believe it. I jumped to my feet and ran around the table, collapsing into Jeff's arms, all the while saying, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, yes! You've made me so happy. I can't wait to be your wife!" At my gleeful exclamations, all of the restaurant's patrons around us began to applaud, while offering their happy congratulations. I continued to hug Jeff as tightly as I could, while burrowing my face in his arm and shoulder, all the while sobbing with tears of joy while telling him over and over again how much I loved him and how happy I was at the prospect of becoming his wife. Shortly thereafter, Jeff paid the bill, left a generous tip, and escorted me out to our car. I sat as close to him as the Mustang's bucket seat would let me talking all the way back to my hospital room of how happy I was to become his wife. In turn, he turned to me at each stop sign or red light and kissed me, while replying how much he had learned to love me, as well. I couldn't have been happier. Once at the hospital, Jeff parked the car and walked me into my room. It seemed that both of us had the same idea since each of us couldn't move fast enough to get each other's clothes off once we had moved into my room and closed the door. While I was pulling off his shirt and tie and struggling to take off his belt, unzip his fly, and pull his pants off, Jeff had unzipped my dress, pulled it over my head, unclasped my bra, and pulled my panties off, letting them fall to the floor. In the meantime, Jeff had slipped off his shoes and socks, while pushing me back gently at arms' length to admire my appearance. He again let out a low whistle as I stood before him clad only in my garter belt and stockings, while standing before him in my high heels. "Wow, Mei. You are an incredibly beautiful young woman with an even sexier figure and body. I'm really so happy that you said 'Yes' to my proposal." I replied, "Oh, Jeff. I'm so happy that you asked. I love you so much." It was clear that Jeff certainly had very strong physical feelings for me, as well, from the tenting in his undershorts that, as I thought to myself, I wanted to feel inside me. Accordingly, I cooed to Jeff, "I need you Jeff. Please take me now." Without further encouragement, Jeff scooped me up in his arms, kissing me even more passionately, carried me to my bed, and laid me down, while lying beside me, saying all the while, "I love you so much, too, Mei. At this moment, I don't think I could even be happier." He then began kissing me on my lips and at my neck, while nibbling at my ears, too. Slowly and tenderly, he began moving further down my body, stopping at my breasts, while sucking at my nipples and lightly biting them all the while flicking his tongue around them, as well. In response, I began to moan and squeal with delight, all the while urging him to do even more. At that, he began to move slowly down my belly, licking as he went and stopping at my navel to suck on it, while flicking his tongue into and out of it with increasing frequency, as well. I began to moan with almost constant frequency now, while feeling the juices dripping from my vagina as they seemed to be almost screaming for my Jeff to enter me now. "Jeff," I almost screamed in his ear, "I need to feel you inside me now. Please fuck me now and fuck me hard." He then began to move more rapidly down my tummy, stopping at my labia, while both kissing and sucking at them until he found my clitoris. Once his tongue found my clit, he began to flick it with his tongue, while ever so gently nibbling at it, and sucking it into his mouth, as well. He was a great lover and I began to moan even louder, while urging him with increasing frequency, "I need you in me now. I can't wait any longer. Please fuck me now." At my need and with increasing urgency, I spread my legs more openly, grabbed his penis, pulling it to my vaginal opening, while urging him to enter me now. "Please fuck me now," I said. "And quickly, too." He then began to slowly push his penis into me and, with what seemed to be every one-quarter inch of advance, I screamed and moaned even louder, "Harder, Jeff. Harder. Fuck me even harder! Oh, God. It feels so good. I love you so much! Harder. Please, harder!" At that, my Jeff began to piston his penis into and out of me, into and out of me, harder and harder. I moaned loudly and screamed even more loudly, "Oh yes, Jeff. Oh, yes. It feels so good! God, I love you so much!" After what seemed to be at least several more blissful minutes of pleasure, I felt Jeff's penis swell to an even larger size in me, while shortly thereafter discharging its seemingly huge load of semen deep into my uterus. At least, I thought fleetingly, I had been taking my birth control pills and wouldn't have to endure an unwanted pregnancy. My parents, with Dr. Barkin's help, had certainly reinforced that value in my psyche. Almost as soon as my Jeff had climaxed his semen deep into me, I felt my own orgasm build to an even larger crescendo, with me screaming louder and louder, "Oh, God! I'm coming. I'm coming!" At the same time, I wrapped my legs even tighter around my Jeff's waist, wanting the feeling to last even longer, while holding his manhood inside me as long as possible. We continued to hug and kiss each, while murmuring almost constantly how much we loved each other, until Jeff's penis finally shrunk to the point where I could no longer hold him inside of me. We lay together and held each other for what seemed like hours. We talked about our plans for the future, how many children we would like to have, when and where we'd like to have our wedding, what I would do after we got married (my Jeff didn't want me to work as an exotic dancer in his, or any other, club), and anything and everything else that came into our minds. Jeff finally rose and said, "Mei, I've got to leave to catch a flight to Chicago where we're building another of my clubs, but I'll be back in just two days." "I can't wait," I replied. Just before he left, Jeff added, "Mei, I've thought about this quite a lot, and here's what I'd like to do. While I would really love to have you move in with me after you are released from the hospital next week, I'd like us to have a more 'proper' engagement until we get married in three more months. That's why I would like to acquire a very nice, furnished apartment for you in a very comfortable and secure, upscale neighborhood. That way you can shop for your wedding dress and make all of the other wedding arrangements that you think are most appropriate. Of course, since your parents are deceased now, I'll take care of all of the costs, too." I began to cry tears of happiness and joy, saying, "Oh, Jeff. I love you even more now because you really are a truly nice man and a fine gentleman. I'm so glad that we met." I guess that I had been thoroughly reeducated as Mei Ling in every way. And, besides, my Jeff was, indeed, a truly nice man, too. The next several months flew by. I spent most of my time shopping for my absolutely gorgeous wedding gown that was strapless and just slightly slit up the sides, too. The strapless bodice showed off my breasts just enough to hint at the sexiness of the girl who was wearing it, while the slightly slit skirt showed just enough of my great legs to confirm just how beautiful and sexy that girl was. I must admit that I knew that I really was sexy then, especially when I had that gown on, if I do say so myself. I felt even more sure of my beauty and femininity when I realized that Jeff, one the most handsome, intelligent, and wealthy young men in the country, had fallen in love and chosen me to be his wife. When he came back in town several times each week, he always stayed with me in my new apartment. We had great sex together at least several times each night and I couldn't be happier. My Jeff was truly a great lover, too. I seemed to feel warm and sensuous inside every time he even just touched me, almost to the point of orgasm. I loved him so much. Since my parents were both dead now, I asked Dr. Barkin to walk me down the aisle. He happily accepted, while my Jeff asked his Executive Vice President and his two old friends and drinking buddies - the men I knew as Gus and Barney - to be his groomsmen. I chose two of the nurses who I had become friends with to be my bridesmaids. I had no really close girl friends yet until I met one of Jeff's lead dancers from his new Chicago club. It was during the first month at my new apartment when Jeff decided to begin a "traveling show" of the lead dancers from each of his other clubs. Jeff began his traveling lead dancer show at his "home" club here in our town and I had met them all at his first-nighter cocktail reception. For some reason, we just seemed to hit it off. She had also begun as a cocktail waitress in of my Jeff's many clubs who also aspired to be one of his runway dancers . . . just like me. Except, I silently gloated to myself, I got my Jeff. After a month of getting to know each other where we shopped together; had lunch together; and giggled and laughed together, I felt very comfortable in asking her to be my bridesmaid. Her name was Marnie Long. The day of my wedding came really quickly. I must have redone my makeup at least twice that day because I was marrying my man and I couldn't be happier. I cried so much. Walking down the aisle in the arm of Dr. Barkin, I knew that I positively glowed because I was so happy. I was going to marry my Jeff. And there he was, surrounded by my maid of honor and my bridesmaids, and alongside his best man and his groomsmen. He was so handsome in his tuxedo and, soon, very soon, he was going to be my husband and I was going to be his wife. The marriage ceremony went by so quickly, and we were now saying our "I dos," almost before I could even breathe. The reception went by even more quickly - I couldn't wait for our honeymoon to begin - before we each left the hotel in our honeymoon travel outfits to make the quick drive to the airport. My Jeff had kept our honeymoon destination a secret until we reached the airport. Once there, he revealed that we going to spend an incredible ten days in beautiful Jamaica in one its best hotels at Montego Beach. We fucked each other 2 or 3 times each night on our honeymoon, while all I can happily recall was being fucked almost to incoherent moaning and squealing with each lovemaking session. "Oh, God! Jeff was a great lover!" I thought. Our honeymoon ended too quickly and we found ourselves back home in Jeff's almost palatial estate where I became his