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Story by O2BeLISA Is there no end to the ways a genetic girl can think up to trick a man? And why are men so easily tricked? THE VOLUNTEER Tammy and I were fed up with our lives. The only good thing we had going for us is that we had each other to talk to. I was about to fail enough courses -- mostly because I didn't bother to attend classes -- that I knew the university was going to ask me to leave. I had lost the only part time job available when the restaurant I worked for closed. And my girlfriend had said good bye weeks before. I no longer had a car. My parents had given up on me. Tammy wasn't much better off. She hated school although she wasn't in danger of flunking out. She had a part time job at a clinic outside of town, one that did hush hush experimental studies that would someday be important to the medical community, or so Tammy believed. But her job didn't pay enough for her to afford to do the fun things she wanted to do. She didn't have a boyfriend. We had been getting together every evening in my dorm room, just talking, although we both believed that our friendship might grow into a more romantic one. For the last two weeks we had been dreaming about taking a year off, buying a boat, and sailing around the Caribbean. We each had a list of favorite islands we wanted to explore. Trouble was, that took money which neither of us had One evening Tammy said she had learned about something that could solve all our money problems. "Are you kidding?" I asked. "How?" "Paul, sweetie, the clinic where I work is about to take on a major project. They want to see if they can take a normal male and turn him into a female." "I thought clinics did that all the time?" "Not really. The men they change into women are transvestites. This is new. This would be a more complete transformation than has ever been done. To find out if our staff understands all the mechanisms involved, and have the right techniques, and have the right drugs, they need a heterosexual boy to work on." "So what normal boy would let them do that?" "That, of course, is the problem. They need a volunteer." "Good luck." "The clinic is willing to pay the volunteer 100,000 dollars. Up front." "Well, don't look at me. I like having a cock between my legs." "Remember, I said 100,000 up front. Plus, the person who finds the volunteer gets a finder's fee of 10,000 dollars." "One hundred and ten thousand dollars total? That would be enough to last us five years." "Maybe longer." "Still, I'm not interested." "Don't say 'no' quite so fast." "I don't even look like a girl." "That's what they want. They want to be able to take a normal boy, not necessarily an effeminate one, and do a successful transformation." "That sounds even worse to me." "Think about this. What if you were to volunteer? Say you demanded the money be given to you on a Friday and you promised they could start on you on Monday. You and I could be a thousand miles away over the weekend." "Huuummmmm. This is suddenly interesting. But what would convince them that I'm really a good candidate and not someone who is trying to scam them." "Simply tell them the truth. That your university career is about over. You don't have a job. Your girlfriend left you. Tell them you're depressed, which you certainly are, and that you want a new life. What you won't say is that the new life you want involves sailing around the islands of the Caribbean." "Jeeees, I don't know." "Afraid that they would send the FBI after you? All the way to Aruba?" "They could." "I'm guessing they will be very angry but would start looking for another volunteer. End of story." "Hummmmm..." "Let me set up an interview. If you don't think they will give you the money up front then simply tell them you aren't interested." "Ok, but it might be a short interview. If I don't think I can get the money up front I'm outta there!" A few days later Tammy confirmed that they were indeed interested in interviewing me. She picked the following Thursday for the interview. "If they want you for the project then you could go back on Friday for the money. By Monday it'll be hasta la vista, baby!. Neat, right?" Thursday morning we drove to the clinic. I no longer had a car since I sold it to pay dorm bills, and Tammy's car was on its last legs. After registering at the front desk we were taken down a long hallway to a conference room. Seated at the conference table was Candace Meadows, the director of the clinic, Meredith Cook, a plastic surgeon, Lauren Franklin, a gynecologist, Shannon Cain, a psychologist, Dominica Allen, a lawyer, and Abbey Ellis who was a law student and Dominica Allen's assistant. Counting Tammy there were seven females and lonely me. The director of the clinic was the oldest, maybe 40, but she was tall and had a great figure. Dominica Allen and Lauren Franklin looked like they could be models. Meredith Cook and Shannon Cain were the plainest of the group but were still way above average when it comes to beauty. Abbey Ellis was about 22, the same age as Tammy and me, but she was the most beautiful one there, with long blond hair and a nice bust, plus long legs. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She knew that, of course, and flirted with me in subtle ways. I wore old jeans and a t-shirt with the faded logo of some rock band, and dirty running shoes but the women from the clinic wore skirts, heels and hose, plus full make-up. My hair was long because I never had the cash to get it cut. I wore it in a ponytail using an old rubber band. I had been surprised to see Tammy also in a dress and heels and hose when she picked me up. I had never seen her so stylish. The girls looked gorgeous and they made me look like a slob. Candace told us the interview would take all day and sandwiches would be brought in at lunch time. "Any questions before we start?" she said. "I have one," I said. "Is it possible to get the 100,000 dollars up front? If you select me, I mean. Like get it tomorrow? You wouldn't start on me until the first of the week anyway, would you?" "If we choose you, we can have the money for you on Friday. That isn't an unreasonable request." "Great!" I said. Candace cleared her throat to get everyone's our attention and said, "Paul, I have to set out our goals so you can understand them. Bear with me for a few minutes. You see, we're trying to prove something. First, let me define what I mean by a normal boy. He's a boy who has had no previous desire to be a girl and he has no sexual interest in other boys. He's normal in the way society usually defines normal. So, if our new methods can turn this normal boy into a girl, a girl who quickly and completely learns to love what she has been turned into, a girl with all the hopes and desires of a genetic girl, then we will shock the academic community, which doesn't believe it can be done. Since she'll be literally be no different from a genetic girl we'll change forever the way the world views the differences between the sexes. Extreme plastic surgery has been done before so what we are going to do in that area won't be all that new but it will be much more complete, more integrated than it has ever been done. That's why we are going to take a full day to see if our candidate's answers dovetail into each other. No inconsistencies. Consistency is very important to us. You see... if you were trying to pick answers that you believed we wanted to hear, it would eventually trick you up. Only if the answers come from the heart will they have the consistency that we are seeking. Even if you don't understand that that is where they are coming from. You either have the stuff to be our newly created girl or you don't. Your answers will tell us. Our new hormones are more advanced that any other ones in existence. Six months from now our candidate has to be able look in the mirror and see the girl he imagined he would become when we interviewed him. Our success will only come if we have understood how to completely fit all the pieces together for the type of girl we set out to create. The actual type isn't as important as to how we totally conceive her. We could create a meek librarian if that was who our volunteer wanted to be, and we could still be successful. But everything about her would have to be totally consistent with the image we agree upon. You, if you become our selection, will end up thrilled to be the girl your answers determine you want to be. That will be the true test of our project. I know this can be done and our clinic is going to prove it. There, that was a long speech but it had to be said." It was a powerful speech and we all sat silent for a minute. Boy did they mean business and I pitied the poor slob who was going to go through with it! Tammy broke the silence by saying, "I have a question. Will I be able to help Paul from time to time? Give him some teeny tinny advice if he wants it? I do know him well." "Yes, as long as it's Paul who answers our questions. The entire interview is being recorded and taped so it has to be Paul who speaks for himself." "Let's get to it," I said. Dominica said, "For the record state your name, age and sexual preference." "I'm Paul Daniels, 22, and a heterosexual." Candace said, "I'm pleased that you don't look feminine, Paul, you look like an average boy. Forgive me for saying this, but you're not even handsome. But that's to your advantage. Our project will only be successful if we can take someone like you and turn him into a beautiful girl. Despite how much I wanted the money I didn't know how long I could sit at that table and listen to all that nonsense. So I just smiled. The first questions I was asked were about why I would want to go through a sex change. I went into how I was flunking out of school, had no job, my parents had given up on me, etc., etc. I made myself looks pretty pathetic. Actually I was pretty pathetic. "Have you ever thought about being a girl? Before today, I mean?" Shannon said. "Never." "Are you dissatisfied with being a boy?" "I'm dissatisfied with my life, so, I guess so." "Do you think a sex change would improve your life?" Tammy whispered into my ear, "Tell her 'definitely.'" "Definitely," I said. This direction went on for a while. Abbey, working on a lap top, kept up with my answers. I didn't know it then but there was a contract form already in the computer and she entered my answers in the blank spaces. That would speed up things if I was the one they wanted. There was a camera mounted on the ceiling and I knew it zoomed in for a close-up of my face each time I gave an answer. Dominica said, "The next thing we need to know is what type of Power of Attorney would be best for you. You could sign a limited one, covering only the time you are at the clinic or you could sign one that gives us some control over you indefinitely. The second one has advantages since, although 100,000 dollars is a sizable amount of money, it won't last forever. For example, you will have to get a job and if we continue to have power of attorney over you we can help you get to work on time and, in general, turn you into a girl who is a good employee. So, which is it to be?" Tammy leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Go for the indefinite one. Make up a good reason why." "I want the indefinite one," I answered. "I'm not well organized so having help with getting me to work on time and so forth would be great." Then Shannon said, "Now we come to the most critical question of the interview. We need to find out what kind of girl you want to be. Once we determine that, all questions from this point forward will pertain that that specific choice. Please give us your best answer from these multiple choice questions." "Fire away," I said as if I really knew how to answer such a question. "Would you rather be A) a sweet, wholesome girl, B) an ordinary girl who is wholesome sometimes and a little naughty sometimes, C) a girl who tends to be naughty more often than not, or D) a complete slut?" Tammy leaned over and whispered into my ear, "Tell them you want to be a slut." On my own I would have probably picked B as I would have assumed that was probably the right direction to go. "I want to be a slut," I said. I could see that all the women were closely watching me as I answered. Abbey smiled. "Very interesting," Shannon said. Candace interrupted by saying, "Since you want to be a slut that brings up some issues that surround that lifestyle. With some of the other categories we would wait to ask questions about physical appearance and so forth but with 'Complete Slut' as your choice we need to advance at least some of those questions. So, let's get to the most important one of all. As a slut, what breast size would you want to have? Would you like to be A) 34C, B) 34D, C) 36C, or D) 36D?" Tammy leaned over and whispered into my ear, "Ask them if they can make you even bigger." "Can you make me bigger than that?" I said. "No problem," Meredith answered. "Do you have any suggestions?" Tammy leaned over and whispered, "Go for double Ds." "40DD sounds about right." Meredith said to Abbey, "Make a note that Paul wants to be at least 40DD. We may be able to do better than that but we will have to wait until we have him in surgery." "There are many lovely breast shapes," Candace said. "Obviously some are sluttier than others. Do you wish to guide Meredith as to which shape you would want her to create on you?" "Well, I want them to flop around a lot." "Oh, they're going to flop alright," Meredith said. I thought I'd been clever with my answer but as soon as I said "flop around a lot" I made the mistake of picturing myself with large melons on my chest, my nipples larger than life. It was just for a second but I could picture myself cupping my hands and lifting my heavy breasts and they were quivering. It frightened me, even as brief as a second is, and my frightened expression could have given me away, but only Tammy caught it, for she quickly whispered into my ear, "Relax, sailor, it's going to be someone else who has them." "Since we have decided on the size of your breasts let's discuss your vagina," Shannon said. "Should we choose you, you will be given a perfectly functioning vagina. I can assure you of that. It will be deep enough to accommodate the largest man you might be with. So you won't have that little detail to worry about." I kept expecting a little laugh or at least a smile to accompany these statements but, no, they were said with the utmost seriousness. These women were going to give someone a very deep pussy. "But what would you call your new equipment once you have it? Would you call it your A) vagina, B) pussy, C) quim, D) cooze, or E) cunt? I ask this question because it will give us insights into your thinking." Tammy leaned over and whispered, "I'm not any help at all here.' "I like cooze best," I answered. "Why?" "Because it sounds the nastiest." "I think perhaps you're right," Shannon said. "But doesn't that imply that you consider vaginas in general as being nasty objects? I mean, you might end up with one tucked up between your thighs." I was on a roll. I'd chased enough pussy in my life to know something about this subject. "Why else have one?" I said. "Nasty, absolutely! That's why I'd refer to mine -- if I end up with one -- as my cooze." "I've never considered mine as nasty. Although perhaps it is?" Shannon said somewhat taken back. "Shannon," Candace said, "We don't need to bring your vagina into this. But I do think Paul has hit onto something. After all, he wants to be a slut so his view may be very insightful." Lauren said, "You may be right, Candace, but that leads me to ask this. Paul, from the standpoint of a straight man who might just end up girl, how do you view your own cock? From a purely visual aspect, I should say. Is your cock A) simply utilitarian, B) utilitarian but with an interesting shape, C) a lovely shape and who cares about utilitarian, or D) something so special that you never tire of looking and touching it?" "I don't think I could ever tire of it." "But why then would you consider loosing it?" Tammy leaned over to me and said, "Think fast, sailor, Lauren may have you trapped." "But if you turn me into a girl I'd get to play with other boy's cocks, as much as I want to. But I'd also have my cooze. That's sorta like having your cake and eating it, too." Lauren smiled. "Point taken." Tammy winked at me. Then Candace said, "Enough of that subject for now. Let's talk about hair color. Paul, do you want to be A) the same brown color you are now, B) the same brown but with blond highlights, C) a bleached blond, or D) a bleached blond with dark roots?" Tammy leaned over and whispered, "Go for the dark roots." "I'd like to be a bleached blond with dark roots," I said. I was really glad I had Tammy's help. I might not have chosen 'dark roots' on my own yet I was starting to get a feeling for what the best answers might be. But, at the same time, knowing that I was beginning to have a "feel for it" was making me uncomfortable. Candace said, "Women are very much defined by the clothing they wear. Describe a typical outfit, as a slut, you might put together." I'd seen enough porn videos to be able to answer with some confidence. "I think a short skirt made of cheap vinyl that tries to look like real leather. No bra so I would bounce around a lot. I would pick a rayon top in maybe a leopard print, low cut and very tight. High heels, of course, maybe in hot pink. Large loop earrings. An ankle chain that has my name one it." "Yes, I can visualize you quite easily," Candace said. "Very good." "Would you feel too embarrassed to live in a trailer?" Shannon said. Tammy started to help me but I quickly said, "A trailer would be much better than my dorm room." Everyone laughed and Tammy hugged me. "So, heck, yes, put me down for a trailer." These questions went on for a while until Lauren brought up the subject of sex. Candace said, "We accept that if you had a cooze - I do so hate that word - you would want to play with someone else's cock. That's understandable. But let's explore any previous desires you may have had about having sex with a man." I answered truthfully that I had never even considered it. "Ok, let try some specifics. As a slut having sex with a man would you like to be known as an expert in which of these skills. A) missionary position sex, B) doggy style sex, C) anal, or D) giving blow jobs. You can only pick one." Again Tammy leaned over and whispered, "Go for the blow jobs." "Blow jobs," I answered. "Why?" Lauren said. Again Tammy came to the rescue by whispering, "Tell them giving blow jobs is so flexible. You can do it in cars, under a table in a bar, just about anyplace." "I could give blow jobs anyplace my dates wanted one. In the backseat of a car, in a dark movie theatre, in an alley, in the toilet at a bar." "To do the last described blow job would you go with your date into the ladies' room or the men's?" Meredith said. "The men's." "Even though you've been turned into a girl?" "Yes." "Even if there might be other men in there?" "Yes." "But into a stall, hopefully?" "Yes, when you're being intimate it's nice to have a little privacy." "Your answers are very good," Dominica said. I'm not supposed to tell you that, of course." Lunch was served and we talked casually and laughed at various things, none of which were about the interview. In all, they seemed to like me. After lunch we went into more psychological questions. Candace said, "Sluts frequently have low IQs. Do you know your IQ?" "It's 125," I said. "Very impressive. The national average is 100. But the type of slut we have been discussing would likely have an IQ of about 90. We have a drug that could lower your IQ by the 35 points to bring you to where you should be. Would you be in favor of having such a reduction?" "What would it mean to me?" "Well, you'd end up reading supermarket tabloids instead of novels, for example." All the girls laughed. Tammy leaned over and whispered, "Where are you going with this? For God's sake tell them an IQ of 90 sounds fine." "The more I think about it, an IQ of 90 sounds just right for me," I said. Candace said, "Our success will depend greatly on a series of subliminal messages constantly being broadcast in your room, hidden inside music CDs. This has been tried before by some clinics but without much success. However, we have developed a new and powerful drug that will make you very receptive to what is being said. The subliminal messages will be particularly effective while you're sleeping although you will be getting them 24/7 for the next six months. You will come to believe that you thought up everything you hear. Does that frighten you?" "Not in the least," I said. Of course I thought the whole thing was turn-your-hair-white terrifying. I could visualize some poor slob snoring away while his brain was absorbing all sort of crazy messages. "We'll start out with simple messages," Candace said, "Messages designed for a slut, of course. Such as, 'I really love having large tits.' At some point, if we hadn't made yours large enough I could imagine you going to Meredith and complaining about it. We'll eventual move on to messages like, 'I wish I had a cock in my mouth.' You'll end up sucking on lollypops just to satisfy your oral cravings." After hearing what that last message was going to do I actually felt good about running away with their money. It was a long day with a lot more questions but, finally, Candace said, "Just a few more questions. But some of them are long ones." "I'm ready," I answered. "Hand me a list of slut names," Dominica said to Abbey. Abbey opened her briefcase and handed Dominica a piece of paper. "You need to choose your new name. It can be A) Candy, B) Brandy, C) Tiffany, D) Barbee, E) Cherry, F) Cristal, G) Desiree, H) Jewel, or I) Bambi." "I like them all," I said. "Yes, but you must choose one of them." "I have an idea," Abbey said. "What do all of you think of Sucky?" "Is that a name?" Candace asked "It references the sexual specialty that Paul wants to develop." "I like the way you're thinking, Abbey, but some time and effort was put into the lists of names. Let's stick with them." "I'd really like to go with Cherry," I said. "Cherry it is, then. Now for what may be the most important question of the day. Your career choice. Fortunately we have a number of exciting career for you to choose from. Will you please choose from among these appealing careers: A) sexy secretary, B) receptionist with skirts so short she can't conceal her panties even when she crosses her legs, C) stripper, D) escort, E) porn star, F) waitress who hands out her phone number to half of her male customers, or G) street walker." Tammy leaned over and whispered, "My guess is that they want you to go with stripper or street walker. But it's your call." "Street walker," I said. "Why?" Lauren asked. "It seems like it's a romantic profession. I know it's looked down on but it serves a real purpose. A girl who is good at it can make a difference to a lot of men's lives. Plus have fun and make a lot of money while she's at it!" "A really hard working street walker would wear 5 inch heels seven or eight hours a day," Meredith said. "Maybe longer. That can be very hard on the feet. We can do a small surgery that adjusts the Achilles tendons so it becomes very comfortable to wear extreme high heels. The downside is that wearing flats then becomes uncomfortable. Would you consider that surgery in order to look great while you're out on the street, even knowing that you would then have to wear heels most of the time?" Tammy leaned over and whispered, "What a great idea that surgery is. I've never heard of it before." "What a great idea that surgery is," I answered. "I'd go for that without question." "You should also know that we would have to do the tinniest bit of orthopedic surgery as well. Nothing major. Your toes would need to more easily point down." Then Abbey said, "Perhaps Paul should know that afterwards he will need a therapist to teach him how to walk again?" "Oh, Abbey. I'm sure Paul doesn't want to know all the details? It's the big picture were after here," Meredith said. "I have a question," Shannon said. "On a slow night a street walker might have to turn a trick for five dollars. Would that be beneath you?" "Five dollars would be better than nothing." "Yes I believe it would," she conceded. "Would you be willing to take up either smoking or gum chewing? As a regular habit?" Lauren said. "Why not both?" I answered. "Yes, indeed, why not both? Good answer." "Paul, do you currently have any tattoos?" Dominica said. "None." "Do you think the slut we're discussing would have any?" "Definitely." "Describe them for us." "Well, she would have a heart on her arm that has the name of a boyfriend inside the heart. Probably an ex-boyfriend but how do you get rid of a large tattoo once you have it? It would read 'Donny Ray' or some name like that." "Any others?" "Sure. One of those barbwire chains around her ankle. A large tramp stamp on her lower back. Maybe a butterfly on one of her breasts." "That sounds very likely," Dominica said. "Well, it's been very enlightening," Candace said. "Why don't you and Tammy step out into the hall for a minute so we can talk?" In the hall I asked Tammy how she thought it went. "Very well," I think. "It's hard to know for sure but I think you've in." Candace came out and asked us to return to the table. She said, "We had expected to interview six or seven candidates, if we could find them, but we unanimously agree that we couldn't hope to find someone better than you, Paul. All your answers were totally consistent with the girl you want to be. So we are going to accept your application and look no further." With that all the women clapped. "Just so there is no worry on this part, we will keep your name confidential and the location where you are going to ply your trade a secret as well. You will be thoroughly written up in dozens of scientific journals with lots of 'progress' photos but always with a black patch over your face -- so the press will have no way to track you down and pester you." Dominica said, "Come back tomorrow morning at ten so we can have time to print out your contract. Can you do that? Once you sign the money is yours." "I'll be here on the dot of ten!" I said. That night Tammy and I celebrated in a local pub. We both got a little drunk. When we got back to my dorm I went onto my computer and showed Tammy a boat for sale that I had found a few days earlier. "It's used but it's a beauty. And it's only 15,000 dollars." "How big is it?" "Twenty feet. It sleeps four. The sails are new. I'm going to email the owner now and ask him to have it ready for us by the end of the day tomorrow." And with that done we said good night and Tammy went back to her dorm room. I slept as well as I ever had. Once or twice I dreamed about sailing into the sunset. The next morning Tammy came to my room to pick me up. Again she was stylishly dressed. "Before we leave," she said, "We need to do some little thing to let them know how anxious you are to get started." "You mean something that makes them think I'm anxious, don't you?" "Yes, that's what I meant." "Like what?" "Well, I brought a pair of my cut-off jeans and a halter top. They're the sluttish things I own. I think they'll be perfect for you to make an impression. The only item that may surprise you is this pair of heels I have for you." "Heels?" "All you have to do is walk from the car to the front door and what do you care what the receptionist thinks?" "Why do I have to do this?" "You don't. But, remember, you want them to hand over a large check. Why not do everything right?" Tammy had never seen me without clothes but I quickly stripped everything off. I started to pull the cut-offs up my legs when Tammy said, "Wait. You need panties and I just happen to have a pair in my purse." Just happen to have? They were pale blue bikinis with a small bow at the top. I put them on and then pulled up the cut-offs. The cut-offs were cut very short so some of my lower and naked butt cheeks peeked out since my panties didn't come down low enough to cover me. Viewing me from behind Tammy said that was the Daisy Duke look. I though the halter would look more like a boy's t-shirt but when I had it on it didn't. Not only was it off shoulder but it also exposed my navel. I could barely keep it up. Nothing comes easy, especially 100,000 dollars. I put on her shoes and found that they had 4-inch stiletto heels. I wobbled when I tried to walk. Tammy said, "Don't worry you can lean on me the entire time. Your legs are a little hairy but there's nothing to be done about that. Ok, one last thing." She took a pink ribbon from her purse and tied it in a bow over the rubber band I used to hold my ponytail in place. "So, let's go get that money!" When Tammy and I entered the conference room I was still holding onto her for fear of falling but the girls were very complimentary about my outfit. I don't think they expected it which made it all the more pleasing to them. They got up and surrounded me and looked me over. One or two of them patted me on the rear and I heard them also say, "Daisy Duke." Even so I was just starting to relax, the first time since I got out of the car, but then Tammy and I were suddenly taken back when we saw there was a large black man sitting at the table. Abbey took me by the hand and led me over to him. When he stood up I could see he was over 6 foot tall, taller than I was even in heels, and he was quite muscular. He was dressed very flashily. In all he was quite intimidating. "Cherry, let me introduce you to Rashon. He's going to be your pimp." To me Rashon said, "I think what you're doing is cool." My knees went weak. My mouth was suddenly dry. But I knew this was a final test so I knew I had to say everything right or I wouldn't get the money. It was difficult to summon up the words but I managed to do it, "I look forward to being your whore," I said. "One of my hoes," he said. "I have four of them." "Perhaps I can be the best one?" I answered. Candace said, "Rashon, you need to run along. We have business to conduct here. But thanks for coming in this morning to meet Cherry." And to me she said, "Don't worry; you'll get to see a lot of Rashon. He has agreed to come here once a week to give you oral sex lessons. Can you thank him for this generosity?" "Thank you, Rashon," I said trembling. "Thank me for what?" he answered smiling. A lot of money was on the line so I summoned up the courage to say, "Thank you for agreeing to let me practice sucking on your cock." "You're welcome, bitch." As Rashon was leaving he gave the girls a big smile and said, "Ladies, I think all of you would make bitch'n hoes. I can always use some part timers if that would work out better for you. Keep me in mind." This made the girls squirm. They weren't about to take him up on his offer, and I'm sure they resented getting it, but I didn't know if their squirming was out of anger or if they were turned on enough so they unconsciously needed to rub themselves against their seats. After Rashon left Dominica said, "Last night Abbey went to one of the bad areas of town to find Rashon. Because Abbey did such a good job finding a pimp for you we've decided to add her name to your Power of Attorney as the one of us who is your principal contact, the one of us who will be most in charge of you. Will you thank her for finding a pimp for you?" "Thank you so much, Ms Ellis. I think Rashon is the perfect pimp for me." "You're most welcome, Cherry." She reached in her purse and took out a tube of lipstick. "I love your outfit but I also want you wearing this while you're signing the papers." I was taken back and said, "What?" Tammy whispered in my ear, "She wants to see if you are going to obey her." "Please pucker up," Abbey said. "I think this is a sexy idea," I said, puckering up while sounding as obedient as possible. She applied a lovely pink shade to my lips. "You have nice lips," she said. "And they will be made even fuller, of course." "Now, let's sign the papers so Cherry can get her money," Dominica said. "But first let me give this to Tammy." She handed an envelope to Tammy. "There's a check inside for 10,000 dollars." Candace said, "Think about this, Cherry, once you sign we will have the right to pursue this process with force if necessary. You'll be in a locked room until it's over. Understood?" "Yes." "Ok, girls, there are twenty pages to sign. Cherry will sign each page first then the rest of us will sign as witnesses. The signing is being recorded and filmed, of course, so it will pass all questions of legality." Tammy leaned over to me and said, "Don't you dare take the time to read each page!" I signed each page without reading it and the girls signed after me. When all pages had been signed Candace said, "Welcome aboard Ms Cherry Ann Brown! That is legally your name now. That little detail was on page three if you want to know. The 100,000 dollars was deposited into an account, under your new name, earlier this morning." Dominica added, "We invented a past for you. Information on Cherry Ann Brown has been entered into all official governmental computers. You dropped out of high school. You've had two abortions. You've been on welfare. All your boyfriends have had criminal pasts. You've been arrested once for shoplifting and twice for prostitution. There's a warrant out for your arrest for passing bad checks but I'll plead than down to a fine. You won't do any time." Suddenly I felt a prick on my arm. "What are you doing?" I asked loudly. Meredith had poked me with a syringe. "We think settling into your room could be stressful so we've given you something to calm you down. It will make you sleepy as well but you will know what is going on. Hopefully you will be wake enough to help put your new lingerie and dresses and high heels in the closet and the chest of drawers in your room." I was so sleepy I had to sit down. I motioned for Tammy to come over to me and I whispered in her ear, "Tammy, you have to help me, please!" And she whispered back, "I'm sorry, baby, but I needed that 10,000 very badly. Life takes strange twists, doesn't it?" "But I'm going to be a street walker with huge tits!" "Yes, you are," she answered. "Please, you have to help me..." I watched Tammy walk out the door with the envelope in her hand. She didn't even turn around to give me a final wave goodbye. Abbey took me by the hand and I tottered on my heels as she led me back to my room. When we went inside she said, "I'm the only one who thinks you weren't really serious about this. I didn't say anything although I did convince everyone that you needed that shot today. You see, I don't care what your motives might have been, the minute I saw you I knew I wanted to be in total control of you. And I got my way. Your Power of Attorney is made out to me, remember?" "Yes..." "Do you know that when you said you want to be a street walker I almost climaxed? By Rashon's comment to all of us as he was leaving I'm sure you must have guessed that last night he tried to get me to join his stable. I certainly didn't admit it to him but if I didn't want to be a lawyer I'd be out on the street myself. As it is, I get to live the experience vicariously through you. You are going to tell me everything that happens to you, every little juicy detail. Don't even consider turning down five dollars. It can be two dollars if that is all the man has." She kissed me on the lips. That made me realize she had used her own tube of lipstick to paint my mouth. "Since I have your Power of Attorney I'm going to take some of your money and buy you a trailer so you will have a place to live six months from now. I'll find a trailer park with lots of other prostitutes living there." "Please don't..." I was so tired it was barely audible. "It excites me to know that you will obey my every command. I will make sure you live up to every choice you made during your interview. You'll get a butterfly tattoo on one of your big tits. Along with everything else you said you wanted! Now let's put your new panties away. Unless you want to try them on first? In fact, I want you to try on a pair." When I was slow to act she said, "You had better say, 'Yes, Ms Ellis, I'll put on a pair of my panties for you' and say it fast!" Even though I was still very sleepy I managed to quickly say, "Yes, Ms Ellis, I want to try on this black thong. Do you approve?" "Good girl. Yes, I approve. Actually, I'm wearing the exact same pair myself. Tomorrow I want you to wear this pink pair," she said holding them up. "I was asked to purchase panties for you and......the panties I bought for you are exactly like the ones I already own. I'm going to wear the same pink pair tomorrow. I love the touches of lace, don't you? We are going to be wearing the same panties every day from now on. No one will know it but us! Isn't that exciting? Well, isn't it!?!" "Yes, Ms Ellis." I was too confused and frightened to do anything but agree. Escape didn't seem to be an option, at least at that moment. "I thought of something that I think will be fun for you. Each morning I'll bring you the pair of panties that I wore the day before. And you'll have yours, of course. You can wash out both pair in the sink in your bathroom. I'll inspect them carefully but I'm sure you won't disappoint me by not getting them perfectly clean. Now, put on your thong." I took off my cut-offs. "Oh, you're wearing cute panties!" she said. 'But I don't have a pair like them so we'll throw them away." I took them off and she reached down and took hold of me. "You won't have this much longer," she said. "I've never watched any surgery before but I intend to be in the room when Shannon goes snip snip." She gave me a squeeze and let go. I pulled the black thong up my legs. My legs were hairy but I knew that would change very soon. The thong had a bulge in front and, somehow, that embarrassed me. She saw my embarrassment and said, "They'll fit better soon. Do you want to see how they'll fit?" "Yes, Ms Ellis." She lifted her skirt and, as she had said, she was wearing the exact same pair. They were flat in front, so perfectly smooth that I knew she must have a shaved pussy. There wasn't any doubt in my mind this would be how she would soon want me to be. "I know the shot has made you very sleepy. Get some rest; sleep until tomorrow. If I'm right about your questionable motives you will be plotting ways to escape. That's why I'm going to keep you sedated until Monday. Candace promised they wouldn't start on you until then but I'll make sure you're here and ready. First thing that will happen, on Monday, will be your hormone injections. The hormones are so powerful that they will make you too weak to do much more than to obey me for the next month or so. You won't have the physical strength to escape." "No strength to escape?" This was barely audible as I was so dozy. "No, my sweet little slut, there will be no escaping. You're on your way to a new life." I begged her. "At least let me choose a different career..." "Are you kidding? Haven't you been listening to me?" "Then please allow my breasts to be much smaller... Just do this one thing..." "No chance." "Please..." "Hush. There's a pink baby doll somewhere. Here it is! Put it on and I will see you first thing tomorrow. Now, when I leave here I'm going to lock your room. It can only be opened from the outside. All of us girls will have keys and - you are going to love me for saying this -- I'm going to make a copy for Rashon."