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The machine Part 2
By Simone Clark
Author's note: The first part of this story was done on a computer
dictation program, leading to some pretty severe syntax and spelling
errors. I deeply apologize for that and hope you enjoy part two of the
story.
I woke to the annoying buzzing of an alarm clock. I rolled over and
discovered that it was 5:00am, apparently when the woman who stole her
body got up. I shifted underneath the covers and was surprised on how my
new body felt. One small shift in the bed and I felt my breasts move
under the nightgown, felt my silky legs rub together, and most
importantly, the absence of a penis on my new , smaller form. My hand
moved to her crotch and I felt a flat smoothness that brought me a small
shiver of pleasure as I examined the slick velvet folds of my vagina. I
decided that a more detailed examination was warranted, but only later,
as I had a very busy day ahead of her.
My first duty was to get ready for the day and find out more about
Simone and her habits since this was the life I was now forced to lead.
I got out of bed, removed my nightgown, and made my way to the bathroom
to pee and take a shower.
My first pee as a woman was quite an adventure. I realized that certain
things had to be moved aside in order for the urine to pass quickly.
After that, I then made my way into the shower, being careful to hide my
lovely bob underneath a showercap. As I soaped my body with a fragrant
body wash, I reveled in the sensitivity of my skin and the sensations I
felt as she took my first shower as a woman. I patted myself dry and
then moved to my wardrobe to find a suitable outfit. I selected a cotton
bra and panty set, a pair of black tights, a denim skirt that ended just
above my knees and a red scoop neck blouse. For footwear I selected a
pair of leather knee high boots with a 1 inch wedge heel, after all, I
was probably going to be doing a lot of walking today, and did not want
to do it in 4 inch heels. As I dressed, I noticed that my hands seemed
to know just what they were doing. There was no fumbling to get the bra
on, as I had anticipated, and putting on the tights seemed to pose no
difficulty whatsoever. I wondered if the body actually had some sort of
memory, and it did not matter who was occupying the body at the time. I
zipped my legs into the boots, stood up, and reentered the bathroom to
put on myface. Again, my hands seemed to know just what to do, and in no
time at all I was tastefully made up for daytime.
I then headed into the kitchen and fixed myself breakfast. After a
hearty meal of eggs and fruit, I then went back into the living quarters
to search for any clues that would reveal who Simone Clark was. After
about an hour, I discovered a tan metal box that contained a driver's
license in her name, a passport, a birth certificate, as well as a form
DD214, which stated that Simone Clark served in the United States Air
Force from 1988 to 1993, and was honorably discharged. So, there is the
first lie, Simone thought to herself......the documents proved that
Simone Clark actually existed, contrary to the claims her body thief had
made. This made for some interesting investigational opportunities, as
most people, however well connected, could not forge a passport and a
DD214.
Upon returning to the kitchen I made some decisions that would have to
be lived by; first, I had to live fully as Simone, and in order to do
that effectively, I had to abandon all hope that she would ever get her
body back. With that decision made, I then decided to have many of these
documents re-created to further cement my identity as Simone Clark. I
knew the deeper the back story the Simone constructed, the harder it
would be for the body thief to return and re-take her body.
Armed with the basic plan, I then took the paper with all of the salon
and clothing store information left by the body thief and set about
making appointments for hair and body treatments. I also called the yoga
studio and confirmed her class times, then left the apartment to begin
establishing my new identity.
The first stop was the DMV to report the loss of her license and re-
apply for a new one. As the camera flashed, I felt the tiniest bit more
secure about my new identity and future. After leaving the DMV I then
reported my passport stolen and went through the hassle of filling out a
police report at the local station. I have to admit, I like the way the
male policeman looked me up and down as he was helping me fill out the
report. I idly wondered what would happen if I gave him my card and
asked him out on a date, and decided to leave that for later, I had
stuff to do. I then went to the post office and submitted my paperwork
for the replacement passport that would further assist on solidifying my
identity.
With that done I stopped at a local restaurant for a light lunch. The
waitress seemed to know me by name, and we spent a few moments chatting.
Through their chat I gained a lot of information, including that Simone
appeared to be a pretty lonely woman, had few friends, and no man to
speak of. I resolved right there and then to correct these errors.
After lunch I went to her "favorite" salon for her hair and manicure
appointment. I got my bob trimmed in a more angular fashion, and had my
nails painted a deep red. During the manicure, my stylist, a woman named
Marcie, invited her to the opening of a friend's showing at a nearby art
gallery that very night. I accepted the invitation and was directed to
return to the shop about 7 o'clock that night.
For the remainder of the afternoon, I looked around the area, mapping
out the stores she shopped at and the streets that they were on. I
showed my face at many of the stores, and met lots of people who seemed
to know of Simone, but not know her personally. I vowed to change that
very quickly, and enlist the help of the local people to reinforce my
image as the real Simone Clark. Looking at my watch, I realized that I
had to get home and spruce myself up for the opening. I hailed a cab and
returned to the warehouse to change.
Once in the warehouse, I returned to the living quarters and removed my
outfit and washed my face. I then made my way to the closet, and perused
the many selections my body thief left for me. I was amazed at the
extensive wardrobe. For someone who professed to not like being a woman,
her wardrobe seemed to belie that fact. Everything in the closet was
feminine, from the array of dresses, skirts and blouses to the rows of
high heels that lined the closet floor screamed "girl that liked to
dress as a girl"! after looking through several outfits, I settled on a
tight black skirt that ended just above the knee, sheer black hose, and
a black, Asian inspired top with a mandarin collar. The top resembled
the top half of a cheongsam, with the side buttons, and the dragon and
phoenix embroidery. I selected a pair of black high heeled boots with a
pointed toe, and enjoyed the sensation of the boots sliding up my hose
clad legs. I also relished the sound that the zipper made as it closed
over my smooth claves. I decided that I really enjoyed the way high
heels made me feel...very sensual and womanly, and resolved to make the
a part of my daily wardrobe when possible. I then made my way into the
bathroom to do my makeup for evening. Once again, my hands knew what
they were doing and in no time my eyes were smoky and sexy, and my lips
were coated with lipstick that matched my nails. I then called for a cab
and made her way out of the warehouse. The tap of the heels of my boots
on the concrete made mefeel happy and just a little bit excited as I
left the safety of my warehouse and entered the waiting cab.
As I was riding to the salon, I noticed the eyes of the cabby wandering
over my body. Not surprisingly I found myself enjoying the attention,
and wondered why the old Simone did not like it. After paying the
cabbie, and letting one of my fingers stroke his as she handed him the
money, I knocked at the door of the Salon. After a few moments, Marcie
came to the door and said "Simone!, so glad you could come"!
"Thanks Marcie, it was a nice invitation".
Marcie than led Simone to the rear of the salon, where there were a few
other women and some men seated around a table with a few bottles of
wine on it. Marcie introduced the other guests, and Simone recognized
the woman who ran the yoga studio, who introduced herself as Jazz. Jazz
was a tall drink of water....about 5 foot 11 and very willowy.
Jazz said "a pleasure to finally meet you outside of class Simone".
I replied "thanks jazz, I am just beginning to find my way around town,
and am always on the lookout for partners in crime".
Jazz replied "excellent, I always wanted to be a henchman"!
After a glass of wine we all headed off to the gallery a block away.
We quickly arrived at the gallery, and it appeared the opening was in
full swing. There were several people milling about the space and
studying the pictures that adorned the blank white walls. Most of the
pictures were depictions of nightmare scenes, with a heavy dose of
bondage thrown in. I noticed several of the partygoers dressed in S&M
attire, including masks, painful appearing high heels, and the various
accoutrements of that particular subculture.
As I was looking at a painting of a woman being tied to a stake, I felt
the presence of a person standing beside me. He was slightly built boy-
man dressed in a head to toe leather outfit consisting of a tight jacket
with a mandarin collar and matching leather pants. He was wearing a
leather collar with a ring set in the front. I also noticed that he was
wearing a pair of stiletto heels and black nylons on his feet.
He stated "it is quite a powerful image, don't you think"?
I replied, "yes, however I don't understand the symbolism, can you help
me out"?
He introduced himself as Jake, and attempted to explain what the image
was supposed to tell us.
He said "this is all about oppression of the female spirit at the hands
of the male powerbase, it is a powerful image because today's woman
would fight to remain free of such contraptions".
I nodded knowingly while placing the tip of my finger against my
lips...I tried to look like I understood what he just said, but it was
all Greek to me.
He said, "Tell me mistress, do you have many slaves"?
I said "slaves? What do you mean slaves"?
Jake said, "I apologize mistress, but from your appearance I thought
that you were in the lifestyle".
This was an interesting turn of events.....I had no idea that by
dressing this way I had such a profound effect on people. Here I was
dressed in what I thought was a pretty casual outfit, and I am
identified as a mistress....whatever that meant. I suddenly felt very
sexy and pleased with myself, I was naturally passing as a woman, and I
thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of having a degree of control over Jake
just by being myself.
I said, "No Jake, I am not a mistress, but I suppose I am dressed like
one tonight, I didn't mean to send a mixed signal".
Jake said "that's ok, by the way, what is your name"?
I replied, "I'm Simone Clark, pleased to meet you Jake".
I took his limply offered hand and gave in a masculine shake, I began to
think that this was a very good idea that I came tonight. I decided that
Jake could be a valuable ally in the weeks to come.
As I was about to get deeper into conversation with Jake, a tall,
statuesque, woman came up from behind Jake. She was also dressed in some
sort of tight, shiny material that left little to the imagination, along
with a pair of stiletto heels and black leather opera gloves. She
appeared to be a bit miffed that Jake was talking to me, and wasted no
time interrupting our conversation.
"Jake, where have you been?" she demanded.
"Mistress, I was just wandering about looking at your beautiful art"
stammered Jake.
I decided to save Jake. "Hello, mistress, I am Simone Clark, I live in
the warehouse down the road".
I offered my hand and she shook it in a very aggressive manner,
obviously she was looking at me as if I were competition of some sort, I
took the opportunity to dissuade her of that notion.
"I just love your art, so powerful and feminine at the same time" I
said.
She appeared to soften a bit at the comment. "Thank you Simone, I do
work hard on the images".
We chatted briefly about the symbolism and she told me that she was
actually a corporate lawyer and that her name was Gemma Ward. She told
me that I could either address her as mistress or Ms. Ward.
I decided to be formal. "Ms. Ward, I would love to discuss your art
further, and possibly a couple of other things if you have the time". I
handed her a business card and it disappeared into the top of one of her
opera gloves.
With that, she produced a leash, snapped it to Jake's collar and led him
away without another word.
Jazz then appeared at my side and we went to the bar for a refill of the
cheap white wine they were serving.
Jazz asked, "what was that little freak show about Simone"?
I gave jazz a brief rundown regarding Jake and his mistress, and Jazz
said "Hmmm...not my type but I just love his shoes"!
The rest of the evening passed quickly and soon it was time to leave the
gallery. We were invited by Jazz to return to her house/studio for a
night cap. Marcie and her boyfriend Don decided to come, but the rest of
the guests decided to call it a night. We all walked the two blocks to
Jazz's place and went in the back door, which led to her home located
above the studio. It was a pretty big place, with a large kitchen and
open concept floor plan. I noticed a bed in the far corner, a large mat
covering the floor and various decorations of Indian origin that were
carefully scattered about the place. All in all it was a nice place, and
I made myself comfortable on a couch and crossed my nyloned legs in
relaxation.
Drinks were served and we all had a nice conversation regarding the
neighborhood and its occupants. I made several more contacts and got a
really good rundown on the who, what and where of the local area. I was
also able to glean a picture of who Simone Clark was through several of
the conversations, and it matched what the waitress had said, that I was
a nice, but lonely woman who just sort of existed instead of lived her
life. What I also discovered was that people were surprised that I came
out tonight, but also pleased. I was buoyed at the prospect of making so
many new friends and assured them that I would be around from now on.
The party then broke up and I got a ride home from Marcie and her
boyfriend. As I undressed for the evening I found myself settling into
the routines of a woman. I removed my makeup, hung up the clothes I
could wear again and put the trees back into the shafts of my boots
before putting them in the closet. I then stripped down to my bra and
panties and hit the sack for the night. As I drifted off to sleep, I
caught myself thinking I could get used to this........
End of part two
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