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It was a clear night as Kenny came out the back of the store, pulling out his cigarettes and lighter. The place was just on the edge of town and there was hardly any noise, just the sounds of the countryside. Peaceful, like. Inside the store the rest of the overnight stocking shift had the local soft rock station blasting over the PA system, and it was kind of a relief to be able to get away from that. Kenny lit a cigarette and walked around the corner of the building to his usual spot. Even before he arrived a soft cough and the scent of tobacco told him there was somebody else there. "Hey, Kenny." It was Wiz. He was a relatively new hire to the store, quite a few years older than Kenny. He was a lean, rangy guy, but Kenny could see he had a sinewy toughness about him, and he clearly knew how to handle himself. Kenny was bigger than Wiz in every way, but he also knew that a lot of it was flab. Wiz wasn't carrying any surplus. Everyone was a little bit careful around Wiz, even though outwardly he was just a quiet guy who did his job like anyone else. Somehow he had a quality that just made it clear he wasn't a guy to mess around with. Even Wiz was just a nickname, bestowed on him by the shift manager: his real name was Willard. "Hey, Wiz," Kenny said. He took a drag on his smoke. "How's it going?" "You know," Wiz said indifferently. They stood and looked up at the sky in silence for a while. As usual, Kenny started to feel ever so slightly uncomfortable. "Did you make a wish?" Wiz said suddenly. "Huh?" One of Wiz's long fingers jabbed at the sky above them. "Shooting star. Did you make a wish?" "Uh, no. Didn't see it - shit, there's another one." Another streak of light painted itself across the heavens, glowing green and purple and blue. "Funny colour..." "And another," Wiz said. They stood and watched as a steady procession of glowing streaks flashed into existence above them. "Regular meteor shower, huh?" "Yeah," Kenny said. Funny how the news hadn't mentioned it. The meteor trails did look kind of funny. Dimly he remembered a story where looking at meteors had made everyone in the world blind - or had they all turned into zombies? He couldn't remember. If nothing else this was an excuse to get away from Wiz. "I'll tell the others," Kenny said. "Maybe they'll want to see this." He went back into the store. * People had indeed wanted to watch the display, but it was probably as much out of a desire to not work as any genuine interest in astronomy. In the end the supervisor has shepherded them all back inside and they'd finished up the shift as usual. The show was still going on as Kenny was walking back to his place, but less than before. The trails were less frequent but seemed longer and thicker. No doubt it'd be all over the news in a few hours (blindness and zombies permitting, of course). Just one of those natural wonders people sometimes talked about. The sun was just peeking over the horizon, turning the world bright shades of orange and purple, when Kenny heard the noise. It started too high-pitched to hear, but dropped rapidly, turning into a harsh whistling sizzle that seemed to come almost from overhead. By the time he'd figured out what it was it was too late to move. The sizzle turned into a shriek which ended in a deafening crack-bang somewhere behind and to his left. A shockwave of air made him stagger a little. Kenny turned to look at the source of the sound. It was on a patch of waste ground between a crumbling old warehouse and a car lot. The patch now featured a crater some ten feet across, with a plume of funny- looking smoke rising from it, and some of the grass was on fire. Jesus, he thought, it was a meteorite! One of the ones they'd been watching had come down in one piece. And he was the guy on the scene. Maybe scientists would be after these pieces of space-rock - maybe he could cash in on this somehow! Carefully he started towards the crater, realising that whatever was there would probably still be too hot for him to pick up and carry away with him. Still, no-one else seemed to have noticed it, so far, maybe he could run home for a spade and bury it before they did. The smoke- plume was a thin one, so maybe it was small... funny coloured smoke, though, it seemed to change colour all at once, as though possessed of some conscious and phantasmagorical chromaticism... Kenny began to feel a faint warmth on his skin as he got closer to the crater. Damn, whatever else it was, this rock was really hot. He'd just take one look at the meteorite itself, get an idea of how big it was, and then decide what to do. If nothing else he could sell his story to the news... He looked over the rim of the crater. There was no mistaking the rock: it sat at the very centre of the depression, an almost perfect sphere, but only about the size of a baseball. Strange iridescent colours seemed to chase each other around its surface, and it was glowing, giving off a strange, almost tangible light... Kenny realised that even as he looked at it, the radiance from the meteorite was striking him. He felt his flesh crawl and a sudden fluttering in his stomach. Shit! He turned and ran away from the crater, keeping low to minimise any further exposure. Jesus, that had been stupid, Kenny realised. Thing could've been made of solid plutonium or something. Still, he'd only looked at it for a second or two, hadn't he? And it had been pretty small, probably too small to be really dangerous... Kenny decided to let the police and the white-coat guys handle the rock after all. Something about it just didn't look right, like it didn't belong here on Earth. He'd keep quiet about his own encounter with it. As he continued to walk home he passed a couple of squad cars, lights and sirens going, heading for where the rock had come down. * By that evening the cops and other people had erected a weird bubble- tent over the crater, surrounded by generators and various vehicles. The whole patch had been cordoned off with a few of the local deputies doing sentry duty. Kenny had very nearly overslept, and run straight out of the house after grabbing a snack. That wasn't like him, and he still felt kinda tired - but that couldn't have been down to the rock, could it? It was probably just nerves or stress or something. The meteorites were clearly a big deal, and he thought that maybe letting a few people know about his own close encounter with them might not do his standing at work any harm, after all. There was nobody around when he arrived at the store. From the sound of things they were all in the staff room watching the TV. There was an excited babble of sound coming through the door. Yeah, his guess was right. On the screen was a picture of another impact crater, this one actually on a highway somewhere. The meteorite that had made this one was a good two or three feet across, much bigger than the one Kenny had seen for himself. The image had a funny tint to it. Looking at the rock from a safe distance were various guys all in some kind of space-suit. "Hey," Kenny said. "This to do with the shooting stars last night?" "Hey, Kenny," one of the girls said. "Yeah. They've been coming down all along the east coast. Weird shit's been happening where they landed." He felt something clutch at his guts, but said lightly, "What kind of weird shit?" "Oh, hang on -" The picture cut to an image of people being led away from the scene to an ambulance - closest to the camera was a tall, slender blonde girl and a short, muscular dark-haired guy. They both managed to look simultaneously dazed and distressed. The picture was somehow comic - though that might have been due to the fact that the girl was wearing a man's business suit while the guy had been in a tank top and a short skirt. "Fucked up," observed someone near the screen. There was general agreement with that. Even the supervisor seemed fascinated by what was happening, showing no signs of making anyone do any work. "Turn the sound up," somebody said, an instruction rather than a suggestion. The dryness of the voice told Kenny at once that the speaker was Wiz. The instruction was obeyed. "- we are receiving official confirmation of this," the announcer said. "If a meteorite has impacted near you, do not approach it. Inform your local emergency services, who will take the necessary steps to secure it. If your residence is within sight of the impact crater, go to the house of a family member or friend until the fragment has been isolated." Another outbreak of babble; clearly Kenny wasn't the only one aware of the cosmic arrival in their own neighbourhood. "These meteorites emit an unknown form of radiation which appears to severely affect human tissue. We're receiving unconfirmed reports that - well, this is hard to credit, but I must say what we've witnessed appears to corroborate it - that onlookers exposed to fragment material experience physical changes... changes to - well, their gender..." Kenny felt his jaw drop slackly open. Changes to their gender? What was that supposed to mean - a fuckin" sex change? He remembered the couple being led away in their absurdly inappropriate clothing. But - but nothing had happened to him, had it? He looked down at himself quickly. He was still him, still a man. Maybe their rock had been different from the others. Yeah, he thought, it was smaller. And its rays had just been on him for a few moments. Maybe he'd been lucky. But he was all too aware of the sweat on his forehead and knew he must look pale and shocked. He looked quickly around the room. Thankfully everyone still seemed to be focussed on the news... but then his gaze met another pair of eyes, looking directly at him. It was Wiz and he looked amused by something. Kenny forced himself to nod in the older man's direction. Wiz nodded back and they both returned to watching the news. * Eventually it became clear there would be no new developments and the supervisor chased them all out, insisting they do some work. And so they did. But try as he might, Kenny couldn't dismiss the fluttering edge of nervous panic he felt in the pit of his belly. He couldn't settle somehow, couldn't relax at all, the whole rest of the night. He hoped a good night's sleep would do something to soothe his nerves but it seemed he had no such luck. The next night, if anything, things were even worse. He seemed to be permanently on edge. Whenever he needed to make the simplest decision he found himself on the verge of panicking, unable to make up his mind. He was making stupid mistakes all the time. He seemed to be losing his appetite, too... It occurred to Kenny that maybe the radiation from the meteorite was making him sick in some other way. Somehow the thought of going to a doctor about it was just too scary, though. He gave himself a hard look in the bathroom mirror: he looked okay, he thought, a little paler and thinner, definitely in need of a haircut... Wait up, that was weird. He'd had his hair cut only a week or so previously, cropped really short as usual. And now it was tickling at his ears and down almost to his collar. His roots looked... well, his hair was naturally dark, but there was a distinct buttery shade to his roots, for some reason. Nervously Kenny got onto the scales. Shit! He'd dropped twenty pounds somewhere! Oh, God. Something really was happening to him, he thought. He had to keep it hidden until he figured out what he was going to do. * The government seemed to have imposed some kind of news blackout on the meteorite situation. Anyone who'd been exposed had been whisked off to some kind of secret facility for tests and examination. Needless to say the ACLU was kicking up a stink and there were abundant rumours in circulation about the further, weirder metamorphoses the victims of the rocks were undergoing. Screw that, Kenny thought. The government had to be looking for some kind of cure, hadn't it? What else were his tax dollars for? He tried to keep calm, for all that he was horribly aware he was continuing to lose weight, and his hair was still growing fast. It was probably visible if you were looking for it, but thank God nobody had any cause to. The important thing was to stay calm. He was on a smoke break doing just that when everything changed. He'd only been there a minute or so when Wiz appeared, clearly intent on taking some time out as well. Kenny felt his stomach clench. Something about the older man had been making him uneasy ever since this whole thing had started. He made to stub out his cigarette and go. "Wait, don't go," Wiz said, softly but firmly. Kenny found that something in him couldn't resist that tone - it expected obedience and he found he couldn't refuse it. "I - I'm due back -" "Shit, you just went on your break," Wiz said, grinning. "I was watching for when you went." "Aha," Kenny said. "W-why?" "Wanted to talk to you," Wiz said with a shrug. "Kind of been thinking about you, lately." It felt like there was ice water dripping down Kenny's spine. "What do you mean?" "Weird business with these space rocks," Wiz said, looking up at the sky. "Kind of like sex kryptonite, huh?" "I suppose..." "That local one came down not far from your place, didn't it?" Wiz went on. "Well... yeah..." "Bet you could've seen it come down. In fact..." Wiz looked at him and smiled. "I'm betting you did." "What do you mean, Wiz?" "Fuck Wiz. Never liked that nickname," the older man said. "Call me Willy." "Uh - okay, Willy," Kenny said. "But - what do you -" Willy shrugged. "Saw your face when the news broke about the sex change thing. You looked like you'd been shot, or something. Horrified, like you couldn't believe it. Nobody else was looking your way. So I asked myself, why would a guy look so scared? Then I remembered the rock near your place. You saw it, didn't you." Kenny swallowed hard and nodded. "Yeah, but - but look at me, I'm still a guy, aren't I? I mean it's not like -" "Yeah, I been looking at you," Willy said, grinning. "You got something weird going on with your hair, and you're on some kind of perfect diet system, right? Also your eyes look kind of bigger and rounder." "Oh God..." Kenny closed his eyes and looked down. He flinched as he felt Willy gently take his wrist and squeeze it. "I'm not going to tell anyone. But we both know there's something happening to you, right?" Willy's voice was still soft and measured. "You didn't get enough of a zap to change straight away, like all those people we heard about on the news. But you still got zapped, right?" "What do you mean?" Kenny looked at him, knowing he was close to panic. "You changing," Willy said. "Look at you, all nervy and skittish and panicky. You're not the same guy, Kenny, not up here." He tapped at his temple. "Please don't tell anyone," Kenny said urgently. Willy grinned broadly. "Kenny, your problem is what you're going to do when your whole body starts to change... cause I think it's going to. The change is just happening slower with you." "Oh, God!" Kenny had managed to dismiss all these thoughts, hide from them, but hearing them come from Willy just made it so much worse. "Gonna be sprouting titties... maybe your cock's gonna drop off and your balls shrivel up..." Willy sounded meditative, almost dispassionate. Kenny found he was starting to sob at the prospect. He buried his face in his hands, ashamed of himself. Behaving this way only showed that what Willy was saying was the truth. "It's okay, Kenny." Willy's hand was resting lightly on his shoulder. "I'm not going to tell anyone. I want to help you." Kenny looked at him. "Really?" "Yeah. I want to help you be the best girl you can," Willy said, and his smile was somehow not particularly friendly. "But you got to do what I tell you." "I - I don't know," Kenny said, suddenly even more alarmed than before. Willy pushed him gently back against the wall and moved so they were virtually nose to nose. "Kenny, don't struggle with me, man. We both know you don't have the balls for that." The choice of words seemed to amuse him. "Just go with it and it'll be fine, I promise. And don't tell anyone we had this conversation. I won't be happy. We got an understanding?" "Yes," Kenny managed to whisper. "Yes we do." "Good." And Willy released him and walked away. Kenny leaned back against the wall, and found he was trembling. He was suddenly very uncertain of everything, but at the same time he knew there was no way he was going against Willy's instructions. * And it seemed from that moment on than Willy always seemed to be around, not necessarily close, but a presence in the background, keeping an eye on him. Whenever Kenny looked his way Willy would smile back at him, but not always warmly. Maybe he was misreading the guy, Kenny thought. Maybe Willy was just trying to look out for his best interests... but as much as he told himself that, he couldn't quite make himself believe it. He was still losing weight quickly and his muscles didn't seem to be all they'd once been. His hair was still messed up, and his eyes were bigger and rounder and somehow softer than before... Willy had spotted that earlier than he had. People were bound to start noticing soon, Kenny thought. And then what? Could he really be turning into a girl? The idea was laughable and absurd, and a week ago everyone else would have agreed. But now the media was full of scientists discussing just what the coming of the new meteorites meant for their understanding of chemistry, biology, and genetics, treating the whole thing quite seriously. Kenny's change was part of a great change that had plummeted out of the sky upon the world. They'd come for him when it became obvious, Kenny thought. He'd be secreted away in some government outpost somewhere until they decided what to do with him and all the other transformees. Could they find a way of reversing the process? Were they even trying to? The bastards were probably just trying to think of a way to use this new discovery to prop up the economy or the president. He was going to be stuck living as a girl, something he had no idea how to do. It was a relief when the weekend finally came and he could relax for a while. He made no plans to see his usual groups of friends; no plans of any kind, in fact. He didn't seem able to settle and relax at all. Occasional bouts of tiredness would roll over him and he would have no choice but to sleep. He was dragged out of such a slumber by somebody pounding on the door. Kenny blinked and saw it was still the middle of the afternoon - there wasn't much point trying to get back into regular hours just for one weekend when you worked nights all the time. He hauled himself out of bed and stumbled to the door, calling that he was on the way. Words dried up in his throat when he opened the door and saw that it was Willy. He grinned at Kenny and nodded, leaning against the doorframe. "Hey, Kenny." "Hey," Kenny said. "I - I didn't expect..." "Just thought I'd check up on you." Willy pushed past him into the flat without being invited. "How you doing, anyway?" "I'm okay, I guess," Kenny said, following him. "I was thinking, maybe I -" "Don't want to be thinking," Willy said, going through into the kitchenette. He helped himself to a beer out of the fridge, again without being asked. "How'd you know where I live?" Kenny asked. "Got a friend in the manager's office," said Willy with a crooked smile. "You want a beer?" "Er, no thanks." "Have a beer," Willy said, pulling a second can from the fridge. "I really think you oughta." Kenny took it from him automatically and opened it. Somehow there was no question of his not doing as he was told. Willy was looking him up and down. "Pounds dropping off, huh?" Willy said. His eyes went up to the top of Kenny's head. "Lost a few inches too, I think." Kenny realised he was right. He'd always thought of Willy as a shorter guy but now they were practically eye to eye with each other. He really didn't look the way he had before his encounter with the meteorite. He must have changed even more since finishing work at the end of the previous night. "How you doing, anyway?" The force of Willy's personality was implacable, irresistible. "I - I'm okay, I suppose," Kenny said, feeling emotion threaten to bubble up from somewhere deep within him and overwhelm the mask of normality he was struggling to wear. Suddenly Willy reached out and cupped the side of Kenny's face with the palm of his hand. "You don't have to lie to me, Kenny," he said. "You must be feeling really terrible. I'm amazed you're keeping it together at all." Kenny felt his eyes stinging and blinked back tears. "I - " But there seemed to be something in his throat and he looked away, ashamed. "Sheeit, man!" And suddenly, insanely, Willy was hugging him. Kenny found himself clutching the man's wiry body instinctively, heard the great shuddering sobs he was producing. "It's okay, just let it out," Willy was whispering. Such a display of emotion was not really manly, and every instinct Kenny had resisted it. But he realised the stresses of his situation, coupled to the strength of Willy's own resolve, had effectively worn down his defences. Eventually his tears subsided and he stepped back from Willy, still not quite looking at him. "Thanks," he whispered. "Let's go for a ride," Willy said. "Got my car right outside." "I - I don't want to," Kenny said. Willy's hand closed firmly on his. "Do you good to get out," he said. "Come on." There was no real question of his not accompanying Willy. Still in his shorts and t-shirt Kenny followed the older man out to his waiting car, feeling the wind stirring his hair. It felt longer than of ever, of course. He got into the passenger seat as Willy held the door open for him. Once he was in Willy walked around to the driver's side. The car engine eventually caught and they turned out of the courtyard of Kenny's apartment building. They drove back up towards the store and then past it, into a neighbourhood Kenny wasn't too familiar with. "Where we going?" he asked. "Just drivin" about," Willy said. "You know, I'm really worried about you, Kenny. Look at the state you're in, living there all by yourself. No-one to talk to, no-one to look after you." "Got no choice," Kenny whispered. "Don't talk much to my folks, and my friends - " How could he explain? How could he make Willy understand the shame and embarrassment he felt about his situation? As usual it seemed Willy wasn't about to take no for an answer. "We're friends, aren't we?" The question was clearly meant rhetorically, but for all the consideration Willy had shown him, Kenny found he was still deeply uneasy about this man - his goals, his motives, his personality. "Well, sure," Kenny said, too nervous to respond in any other way. "Great!" Willy said. He slapped Kenny's leg, just above the knee. Willy seemed to be driving the car almost randomly through streets of ramshackle houses which all looked sort of the same. Kenny realised he'd lost track of where they were long ago, had no idea how to get back home from here. Maybe that had been Willy's intention. Abruptly Willy parked in front of one particular house and got out. Kenny climbed out after him, uncertainly. "Is this your place?" "Sure thing," Willy said. He took Kenny's hand again and led him towards the front door. Being led around by the hand like this should've really annoyed him, Kenny thought, especially from another guy, but he found himself reluctant to relinquish Willy's grip. It felt like one solid thing he could hang on to. Inside, the house was like any other place inhabited by a single man, including Kenny's own. Willy went through to the kitchen and produced another couple of beers. He handed one to Kenny. "Thank-you," said Kenny, automatically. Then: "Why are we here?" "It's home," Willy said, grinning as he shrugged. He sat down on the couch and patted the cushion next to him. It occurred to Kenny to refuse, to stay standing, but his knees were already buckling and he sank onto the couch next to his host. He sipped carefully at his beer. "So, what do you think?" Willy asked. "About what?" "The house," Willy said, indicating all around them. "Uh - it's okay, I guess," Kenny said. "It'll grow on you," Willy said, sounding confident. "I - sorry, what?" Kenny knew he'd drunk too much beer, given his current state, and his head was starting to spin. "Well, look," Willy said, evenly. "With what you're going through you can't stay living all by yourself in that little apartment, can you? So - I figured, it'd make more sense for you to come and stay here where I can look after you properly, right?" Kenny found he was back on his feet. "You're asking me to move in with you?" "I'm not asking," Willy said with a smile. "You saying you don't need someone to look after you?" The walls of the room seemed to be closing in on him. Kenny shook his head to clear it. "Take me back to my place. Please." "No," Willy said, sitting back. "You're in such good shape, you can get yourself home." "O-okay," Kenny said, heading for the front door. He expected Willy to try and stop him, but the older man didn't move. Kenny walked out onto the path and looked up and down the street. He had no idea where he was and realised he hadn't brought his wallet with him. He looked back over his shoulder and saw Willy smiling at him through the grimy window of the little house. A desperate icy pang ran through him and he heard himself sniffle, then tears were running down his cheeks again as he realised how hopeless his situation really was. What was he supposed to do, call the cops? All Willy needed to do was mention the fact that Kenny had seen a rock and he'd wake up in a lab somewhere. Anything had to be better than that, didn't it? His nerve broke and he ran back inside the house, still crying. Willy rose to greet him and Kenny let the man embrace him. He buried his head against Willy's chest, hating himself for his weakness but accepting that he had no other choice at this point. * Kenny awoke to find himself lying on the couch in Willy's front room. For a moment he wondered where he was, then it all crashed back onto him. He was - well, not exactly a prisoner here, but... It was dark outside and the clock said mid-evening. He remembered: after returning to the house, he and Willy had drunk another couple of beers and then his weariness had returned with a vengeance. He had dozed off on the couch while Willy had watched TV. He sat up, feeling weird. His skin felt hot and dry and itchy. He looked down at himself and two curtains of hair flopped in front of his face. It had put on another spurt, he thought, down to his shoulder s now - almost as if his submission to Willy's plan had accelerated the process. He scratched his forearm idly and then Willy came down the stairs. "Hey, you're awake," Willy said. He put his head on one side and grinned. "Really starting to look a bit different now, too, aren't you?" "I guess," Kenny said, as his host switched the TV back on and sat down next to him. They sat and watched some crappy action movie for a while, but all the time Kenny found he was surreptitiously scratching and scratching at himself. Inevitably, Willy eventually noticed. "What's up?" "Nothing," Kenny said. "Just an itch or something." "Let me see," Willy commanded. Unable to resist, Kenny held out his arm. Willy looked at it and then took hold of a clump of the hairs growing there. He tugged gently and they came painlessly away, leaving a small bare pink patch. "There's your itch," Willy said. "Your body wants shot of some of this fuzz all over it, now you're turning into a girl." "Wait," Kenny said, but Willy ignored him. He set to plucking out all the hairs on Kenny's arm, one handful at a time, dropping them heedlessly on the rug. When one arm was bare and pink and a strikingly new-looking, Willy turned his attention to the other. Kenny looked away, feeling his cheeks burning. Eventually Willy pronounced himself satisfied with Kenny's arms. He took hold of the hem of Kenny's t-shirt and started pulling it up. Kenny struggled to stop him. "I can do that myself," Kenny said. Willy scoffed. "What, all of your back? Don't be dumb." He tried again. Kenny resisted. "No!" Willy looked hard at him. "You going to do as you're told, or not? I'm just trying to look after you." Kenny swallowed hard, unable to cope with Willy's sternness. "I'm sorry," he whispered. He lifted his arms over his head to make it easier for Willy to strip his t-shirt from him. He found himself shivering when the other man's breath tickled the skin of his neck and back. He was only faintly aware of Willy plucking his skin bare, but only knew that the terrible dry itching was gradually fading away from his back and sides. "Turn round," Willy said. Kenny did his best to avoid Willy's gaze as the man worked on his chest and belly (which was now quite flat). He could easily have done this for himself, but he knew that Willy wouldn't allow it - it was as if he was a toy for the older man, or a work of art in the process of being created. "Okay, then," Willy said, sitting back and surveying his handiwork. Kenny looked down at his chest and stomach which were now quite bare. The muscles seemed soft and undefined there. Willy grinned and extended a thumb, rubbed it against one of Kenny's nipples. It was as if a little firework of sensation detonated there; Kenny couldn't help gasping at the sensation, felt the nipple hardening. Willy grinned his approval. "Right," he said. "Now for your legs. Take them shorts off." "No," said Kenny, automatically. "I - I don't want to." Willy snorted. "You any idea how dumb you sound? Or look?" Kenny glanced down at himself. He did sort of look like the halves of two different people joined together at the waist - top half soft and smooth and pale, bottom half rough and hairy. But the idea of just taking his clothes off on command... and then he looked in Willy's eyes and say that while the man was smiling his eyes were hard and hungry. Kenny felt his eyes start to sting again and wondered why he wasn't just walking out of the place. But whatever else the meteorite had done to him, it had robbed him of his courage and resolve. Nervously he took off his sneakers, then stood up and turned his back on Willy before letting his shorts down. He bundled them up to cover himself and looked back at Willy, shyly. "Okay." Willy got up. "Lie yourself down on the couch." Kenny did as he was told and closed his eyes as he felt Willy's hands start to pluck at the hair on his thighs and calves. He rolled over when he was ordered to, to let Willy work on the backs of his legs as well. Eventually he heard Willy make a satisfied grunt and then straighten up. "All done," Willy said. "You look much nicer now." Kenny opened his eyes and looked down at himself. He wasn't sure about nicer, but he was starting to look like a different person. His weight loss was really starting to show and his skin seemed much paler without all the hair covering it up. "Aren't you going to say thank you to me?" Willy asked mildly. "Thank you," Kenny whispered. He started to pull his clothes back on - they felt odd against hairless skin. He realised they no longer really fitted him, either. Willy was looking at him too. "Tomorrow we'll sort you out with some proper clothes," he said, as if this were a reassuring thing somehow. "Proper clothes?" Kenny said. "Yeah, you know. Girl clothes," Willy said. He shrugged. "No point in trying to hide it, huh?" Kenny nodded and swallowed. "Can you take me home now?" he asked. Willy's face became a little sterner. "Thought we went through alla that. This is your home now, remember? So I can look after you properly." "I - I don't need looking after," Kenny whispered. "Sure you do. Don't be so dumb," Willy said. The discussion was clearly over. * Kenny slept uneasily on the sofa. Part of him was relieved that Willy hadn't tried to put him to bed - though maybe that was still to come. He knew there was really nothing to stop him from walking out of the house while Willy was asleep in the back - nothing but his own cowardice and uncertainty, and the fact that this was clearly not a safe neighbourhood for someone like him to be wandering around in, especially in the middle of the night. Someone like him. What kind of person was he now? He wasn't the old Kenny any more. The radiation from the rock had melted that person away and now he was in the process of becoming someone new. But Willy had involved himself and was shaping this new person into someone of his own choosing. Kenny had a horrible idea what kind of person, what kind of woman, Willy wanted him to become. When he woke properly in the morning he found his hair had become a reddish-brown color and stretched well past his shoulders. He had lost even more weight and now had a distinct waist. There was a heaviness and a softness to his chest that suggested he would soon have his own set of tits. But worst of all was when he went to the bathroom. His balls were pulled up tight against his body, as though they were being sucked up into him, and his cock was thinner and shorter, like his pinky finger. He fought down a swell of panic. He could no longer pretend this wasn't happening. He really was changing into a girl. When he calmed down and emerged he found Willy on the couch watching TV. "Morning," he said. "Morning," Kenny said. His voice sounded really weird - higher, and softer. Willy chuckled at the sound of it. "Coming right along," he said, grinning. Kenny found himself smiling weakly back. "I guess so," he said. "You know what I'd really like," Willy said. "Some waffles. You know how to make waffles?" "Er, yeah," Kenny said. "Great. The packet's on the table in the kitchen," Willy said. "Make yourself a couple while you're in there." Kenny opened his mouth but wasn't sure what he was going to say. His instinct was to refuse, to object that he wasn't Willy's cook, but he realised that perhaps he might be... that he might not really have a choice in the matter. He realised Willy was looking at him and expecting him to obey and his suspicion became a certainty. "There a problem?" Willy asked. "No. No problem," Kenny said. He went into the kitchen, tied back his hair and put on an apron before starting to make Willy his meal. He could hear the TV and Willy laughing as he worked. At one point he had to pause and brush away a tear, but apart from that he was able to concentrate on the cooking. When the waffles were ready he put their plate on a tray and carried it through to Willy. "There you are," Kenny said. "I didn't know what you wanted to drink..." Willy was still looking at the screen. "Juice in the fridge," he said. Kenny fetched him a glass of fruit juice and sat down quietly next to him as he ate. "Damn good waffles," Willy said, through a mouthful. For the first time he noticed Kenny wasn't eating. "Something wrong?" "Not hungry," Kenny whispered. "Fair enough," Willy said. "Help you get down to a good figure quicker." He let out a braying laugh. When he'd finished eating Willy handed the glass and plate to Kenny. He took them out into the kitchen and washed them in the sink. While doing that he was suddenly aware of Willy coming into the room and then felt a sudden slap across his ass. He let out a squeak of surprise. Willy laughed again as he turned around to face him. "You really starting to look and sound like a girl, you know," he said. "If you say so," Kenny said. "I say so," Willy said. "Take that apron off." Kenny unfastened it and hung it up, then loosed his hair when Willy ordered he do that as well. "Oh yeah, definitely," Willy said, cocking his head on one side. He reached out and pressed the palm of his hand against the left side of Kenny's chest, squeezing the fast-appearing breast there through his t- shirt. Willy noticed Kenny's automatic shudder and gasp at the electric sensations that it produced, and grinned. "You like that, don't you?" Kenny swallowed and did not reply, and Willy began to grope him more roughly. "No sense lying to me, Kenny," Willy said. "Tell me you like it." "Ah..." "Tell me you like it!" "Ah... oh God, I like it!" Kenny couldn't help putting his hands to his face, feeling the sweat that was forming on his skin. "Tell me you wanna be a girl!" "I wanna be a girl," Kenny groaned, only half aware of what he was saying. "Finally we agree," Willy said. He took Kenny's hand and led him back into the living room. The TV was still on. "Wait here." After a few minutes Willy returned having dug a couple of bulging carrier bags out of a closet somewhere. Bits of fabric were poking out of the top, garish colors, cheap-looking, leopard-skin-print, frilly, synthetic. Willy'd brought all this stuff to the house even before he'd collected him the previous afternoon, Kenny thought. This had all been planned, this whole thing. Willy was consciously and deliberately making him into... well, it wasn't really a shock, not any more. And part of him was almost grateful for Willy's strength and certainty. He had little enough of either himself at the moment. Willy at least had an idea of who Kenny was, or was going to be, which was more than he had for himself. He wondered if, given the choice to go, he wouldn't stay here anyway, for that very reason. "Okay, you wanna be a girl, you got to dress like one, right?" Willy said, grinning. He upended the two bags and their contents spilled onto the floor: tops and skirts, panties and bras, a few shoes, other things. "Pick something you like." Kenny crouched down and looked in vain for something that didn't look trashy or slutty. He'd kind of expected it all to be like that. He looked hopefully at a pair of off-white cargo pants that would at least have covered his legs, but Willy muttered something and yanked them out of his hands. "You know, I'll choose," Willy eventually said. "You just strip off." Kenny forced himself to nod and pulled his t-shirt off over his head. There were two small mounds on his chest and his nipples had doubled in width. He looked down at them feeling an odd, indefinable sensation while he kicked off his shoes. Once again he turned his back to finish stripping naked, used one hand to cover the tiny remnants of his male gender, the other forearm to shield his breasts. Willy looked at him posing like that and cackled. "You're so cute." He held up an extremely abbreviated black thong, then threw it at Kenny. "Reckon you'd look good in that." Just grateful to be allowed to wear anything, Kenny pulled it on. The string at the back settled into the crack between his ass-cheeks in a way that felt very strange. There was barely a bulge in front to show he'd once been a man. "Don't think you need a bra today," Willy decided. He tossed a peach- coloured halter-necked top to Kenny, and Kenny pulled that on as well. It left his shoulders and arms completely bare, as well as most of his back, but at least it covered his chest. Willy's final choices were a short, ragged denim skirt and a pair of beach sandals. The skirt felt tight around Kenny's hips and ass but that was probably just as well; it only extended a few inches below his hips: his legs were completely bare below that. Kenny finished adjusting his new outfit self-consciously and brushed his hair back out of his face. He looked up and saw Willy was staring at him. "My God," Willy said. "If I didn't know better..." Abruptly he took a step forward and caught Kenny around the waist, jerked his head forward and kissed him fiercely on the mouth. Kenny froze instinctively, but then felt himself shudder with undeniable pleasure and found himself wrapping his arms around Willy's shoulders and back. Eventually, and somewhat to Kenny's dismay, Willy released him and took a step back. "You hot, girl," he said, clearly meaning it approvingly. "Sooner you're done changing..." Kenny felt himself glow, even as part of him hated himself for enjoying what was happening and what was being done to him... and also for his nervous anticipation of what would happen when he really was finished and Willy took him to his bed. It would not be long, judging from the speed at which his genitalia were changing. "Got stuff to do this morning "fore my afternoon sleep," Willy said, grinning and turning for the door. "I work nights, remember?" "Oh, yeah," Kenny said, feeling foolish. "What about me?" Willy laughed his braying laugh again. "You? You're a non-person now. Kenny D has mysteriously disappeared." "Oh... right..." Kenny said. "Now clean this place up while I'm out, and get something ready for when I come back. One o'clock, okay?" "Okay," Kenny said. As Willy went out he knelt down and started to gather together the clothes that had not been chosen for him to wear. When that was done he washed the backed-up pile of dishes in the kitchen and gave the bathroom a long-overdue clean. After that he started lunch and began to vacuum the rest of the house. Just the knowledge of his duties gave him something to focus on. The TV was still on while he was hoovering and he noticed an item on the news showing an image of the meteor shower from the previous week. Quickly he turned off the cleaner and listened. "...affected by the radiation have now been allowed to return home to their former lives and families, although they are still under observation by scientists. Scientists have confirmed that the change in sex appears to be total and irreversible, and is accompanied by some odd behavioural differences as well. Individuals seem to be somewhat suggestible and experience an increase in libido, regardless of gender. The president responded to critics who believe these individuals have been allowed to return to their homes too soon by saying that their civil rights at least remained unchanged - " Kenny stared at the set. So even if people did know what had happened to him, he wouldn't be locked up somewhere. It sounded as if other people like him were getting proper help, not being forced to clean and cook for someone like Willy. He could walk out of here now, maybe find a phone, and he'd be fine... But he remembered the feel of Willy's hands and mouth on him and somehow knew he'd struggle to find anyone else willing to do that right now. An increase in libido, he thought, and as he did so felt something throb hungrily deep inside. He felt almost dizzy as he imagined how it might feel to have Willy's cock inside him and found himself responding not with horror and disgust but excitement and desire. There was suddenly perspiration on his chest and forehead. The door banged and Willy came in. He looked around and nodded approvingly. "Good start." Kenny went over to him, threw his arms around Willy's neck and kissed him hard, all the time not quite knowing why. Willy mmmed approvingly. "You growing into the part, Kenny," Willy said. He sniffed. "Is that lunch?" It was, and they ate together in front of the TV. Kenny ate a little as he was actually starting to feel slightly hungry. "I've decided," Willy said as he ate. "We can't keep calling you Kenny. It's a guy's name, for one thing." "You want to change my name," Kenny said. Willy nodded. "Yeah." Kenny found the idea did not totally upset him. It would be easier to be the kind of woman he was starting to think he would be, if he could think of himself as a totally different person. He knew better than to expect to have a say in what his new name would be, of course. Willy had clearly been giving this serious thought. "Can't be anything too different," Willy said. "It'd look weird if we're in a bar with some other guy there called Ken, and you look round every time someone calls his name when you're meant to be Sabrina or Louise or whatever." "So what have you decided?" Kenny asked. "Thought about Kendra, but I don't like it," Willy said. "Eventually I figured it out: Kenisha!" "Kenisha," Kenny said. "You want me to be Kenisha?" Willy nodded. He was looking carefully at Kenny, almost as if this was some kind of test and he wanted to see what his response would be. "You want to be Kenisha too, don't you?" Kenny found himself glancing away. "Yes. Yes, I guess so," he said. "Good," Willy said. * After they had eaten Willy announced that they were going to get some sleep before he had to go to work at the store. It was clear that he expected Kenny to adapt his lifestyle to suit Willy's rather than the other way around. And, this time, Willy took Kenny's hand and led him with him into his bedroom. Kenny felt himself tense and start to tremble as he looked at the big bed in the small room. Willy was drawing the curtains, as it was still only early afternoon. What was going to happen now? Was he shivering out of fear or expectation of what might happen now? Willy sat down on the edge of the bed and started taking off his sneakers. He glanced up at Kenny. "Whatcha waiting for?" "I... I don't know." "You ain't going to sleep in your clothes, are you?" Willy pulled his t-shirt off over his head. Underneath it his dark skin was taut over sinewy flesh, marked here and there with tattoos and old scars. "Guess not," Kenny whispered. He stepped out of his sandals and started to unfasten his skirt, clumsily. He let it fall about his ankles and stepped out of it. He noticed that Willy had stopped and was watching him intently. He undid the halter top and pulled it off over his head, left himself wearing just the thong. He shook his hair out. "You're turning into a fucking fine piece of ass," Willy said, stepping close to Kenny. "And you're all mine, aren't you?" He put his arms quickly around Kenny and crushed him against his chest, grinning into his face. One hand gripped a handful of Kenny's ass-cheek almost so hard it hurt, the other gripped the flesh of his shoulder. Kenny could feel a swelling pressure against his belly through the denim fabric of Willy's jeans. His breasts were pressed hard against the flesh of Willy's chest - he could feel the scrub of the older man's chest hair against his soft skin. "You're all mine, aren't you?" Willy repeated. "Y-yes," Kenny whispered. "Do anything I ask you to?" "I - I guess so," Kenny said. "Great," Willy said. He pulled Kenny down onto the bed with him and kissed him hard on the mouth. Kenny found himself helplessly responding, wrapping his arms around Willy and squirming against him. Eyes closed, he was dimly aware of Willy fumbling at something then there came the unmistakable sound of a zip unfastening being pulsed and suddenly he could feel Willy kicking off his jeans. The legs twined around his own were now also bare and pressed against his belly he could feel - he almost cried out at the insistent jabbing pressure of Willy's cock against him, hard and pulsing. Willy was breathing hard and not bothering to speak anymore. His hand drifted to the waistband of Kenny's thong, then inside it, yanking it down before Kenny could say anything. He heard Willy's growl of displeasure and disgust, for despite everything Kenny was not quite all girl yet: the shrivelled remnant of his own manhood was still there, though his balls were gone, and the new organ that was to replace it was clearly only half-formed. "Fuck it," Willy said, rolling away onto his back as Kenny flushed and pulled his underwear back up. "I'm sorry," he whispered, desperately ashamed, and realising he genuinely meant it: he really did want Willy inside him, and to satisfy him. It was as though a great current was flowing through him now, unleashed, something he could only direct, not stop at will. "Sorry doesn't fuckin" do much for me," Willy said. Kenny couldn't think of anything to say. He squirmed around on the bed and thrust his head towards Willy's crotch. Rational thought did not seem called for and he opened his mouth and ran his tongue along the length of Willy's manhood, felt it quiver and return to its previous state of hardness. He heard a satisfied gasp from just next to him. He pulled his hair out of the way, shut his eyes, and took the whole length of it into his mouth. It felt huge and angry and hot. He worked at it with his lips and tongue, only distantly aware of himself as he did so, judging his actions by Willy's delighted gasps and hisses and grunts. Already it was quivering and starting to leak fluid, he could feel it in his throat, and he made to withdraw, but then Willy's hands were pressing against the back of his head, holding him in place. And then, suddenly, the rush of choking slime against the back of his throat, and the all-eclipsing taste of it, and Willy's manhood deflating against his tongue as he was finally released and allowed to flop back onto the bed himself. He fought to swallow that which had been imparted to him, finally managed. "Kenisha, girl," Willy said, laying a gentle hand on him. "You sure you never done that before?" His tone was playful. Kenny wiped his hand with his wrist. "Never," he whispered. "Then you've just discovered a new talent. Whee-ooh. Can't wait to see what it feels like when I can finally get into you..." Willy closed his eyes and seemed to be going to sleep. Kenny found he was tired, too. He closed his eyes and slept, next to his man. * Willy woke Kenny up so he could prepare dinner for both of them. As he dressed again he found his breasts were larger still, but his cock was still stubbornly refusing to entirely disappear. It would be soon enough, he supposed. The prospect of going to work did not seem to agree with Willy. He was short-tempered and seemed only too willing to pick fault with everything Kenny did - everything except his giving of blow-jobs, anyway. "This tastes shitty," Willy said, pushing the food around his plate. Kenny felt a tremor of fear. "I'm sorry, Willy. I did the best I could," he said. "Yeah, well, your best better get better, fast," Willy said. He glanced around the room. "Finish tidying this fuckin' place up, too. "Slike a pig-sty." Most of the mess was Willy's own doing, of course, but there was no possibility of Kenny pointing that out to him. He just nodded obediently. "Don't want you sitting on your ass all night while I'm working to feed us both," Willy said. "No, of course not," Kenny said. But after Willy had gone out, as the night grew darkest and once he'd finished washing the dishes, Kenny did treat himself to ten minutes on the sofa, in front of the TV. He supposed he should start thinking about watching different kinds of shows now. What kinds of shows did women watch, anyway? He had no idea. Stuff about fashion, maybe. It probably didn't matter - he didn't think he'd have much say in what was on, not while Willy was in, anyway. He found a little tear was running down one cheek at the thought of what he was in process of becoming - not just a woman, not even Willy's girlfriend, but his bitch - his servant, his cook, and his whore, and none of them paid positions. He should just walk out of the house now. But, even if he could muster the resolve, where could he go? Willy would track him down, wouldn't he? Even if he didn't, the changes to Kenny's personality meant he would no doubt end up with the same kind of man, just somewhere else. He was lost. He was done. He was... well, he wasn't even a he, now. Not even Kenny now, but Kenisha. Kenisha sat back on the sofa and tried to get used to thinking of herself that way. It was definitely an odd experience, especially given that she could still feel the last of her cock in her panties. She tried to take her mind off it by paying more attention to the TV. "...urging all those affected to report to local police stations or contact the authorities in their area," the presenter was saying. "Those closest to the individuals who have been affected should not engage in close contact with them under any circumstances. " This sounded interesting. Kenisha sat forward and tried to concentrate. "To repeat, the government is urging that anyone who knows the whereabouts of someone transformed in the aftermath of last week's meteorite shower inform them immediately. The affected individuals are not in physical danger themselves, so far as is understood, but close contact with them is proving to have unexpected effects on other people. According to unconfirmed reports, "intimate" contact with one of the transformed appears to have a severe behavioural and psychological effect, almost akin to chemical dependency..." Kenisha sat back and attempted to make sense of this. If she understood it right, then being close to her was like some kind of crack - people got addicted to being around her and would do whatever she wanted them to. She frowned. But that couldn't be right, because she had been around Willy for a couple of days now, up pretty close to him, and he was still as much as a bastard as ever. Unless... unless by "intimate contact" they meant actual fucking. Willy hadn't done that yet. Maybe once he did, he would start to behave the way the TV suggested. .. ...and he'd be hers. But she'd still be his. She was self-aware enough to realise she didn't have the strength or the inclination to dominate him... but she guessed he wouldn't really be able to push her around, either. They'd be equals, just about. That'd be enough. The thought of that was nice, as was the thought of what Willy would do to her to create that situation. She gave a happy little shiver. Truth be told, sucking him off hadn't been that great an experience, but she had high hopes of the real deal when it finally came about. Kenisha finished all the chores she could think of, watched TV and then napped a little. Her cock was even more completely gone by the time she'd finished all of that - she still probably wasn't ready yet, but the desire continued to build within her regardless. The sun was coming up when she heard Willy's car pull into the drive. She quickly switched off the TV and arranged herself on the sofa, demurely but still (she hoped) enticingly. She found that for some reason she genuinely did want him to be happy. Willy came into the house. He looked at Kenisha, sitting there waiting for him, and something like a smile came onto his face - at least, his lips curled and there seemed to be a dark amusement in his eyes. "Well, hello," he said. "Hi, baby," Kenisha said. She thought that was probably the sort of thing he'd like to be called. "I wanted to stay awake for you when you came home..." "Ain't that nice," Willy said quietly. He walked around the end of the sofa in silence and stared at her. Kenisha got up and went to him, on impulse threw her arms around his neck. She kissed him, but felt him tense for a split-second before he responded and his hands were gripping her side and ass. "You comin" on strong, girl," Willy said. "You really want me?" "Oh, yes, Willy!" Kenisha breathed. "Want me to take you to bed and fuck you sideways?" "Y-yes," Kenisha said. Something felt wrong. There was a harshness and defensiveness about Willy that hadn't been there before. He pushed her away sharply. "You must think I'm some kinda tool, girl. You think we didn't have the TV on at the store? You think I don't listen to the radio in the car?" "What? Willy, I - I don't understand -" But she did, of course. He clapped a hand to his crotch. "I stick this thing inna you, I know what's gonna happen. You ain't gonna be my bitch any more, I'm gonna be yours. No way, girl. It ain't ever gonna happen." Kenisha felt herself sag and slump. Of course he would have heard the news. Of course he would react this way to the prospect of submitting himself to her. She stared at the floor. "So you want me to go now." Willy laughed his laugh, and it sounded even uglier than before. "Did I say that?" She looked up at his grinning face. "But -" "You shoulda watched more news, girl," Willy said. "They dished the detail. This thing you got only affects me if I fuck you properly. No danger if I just use your mouth." He laughed again at the sight of her uncomprehending face. "Jeez, just how stupid have you got? Think of it this way: no fuckin', just suckin" for you, all right?" "No," Kenisha said in a weak voice. She cried out as his palm connected solidly with the side of her face. She put her hands to it and cringed, but Willy was not to be swayed. His hand descended onto her head and shoulders again and again, more painful than actually damaging, until she shrank from him, sobbing. "You don't get to use that word," Willy said, in a perfectly calm voice. "You're mine now, Kenisha. You don't go until I say you can, do you understand?" Kenisha nodded, and deep inside knew that her agreement was sincere. * She ought to just walk out and leave him. Anyone could see that. Even Kenisha could see it, and yet there was no chance of her acting on the idea. Something within her refused to even contemplate the idea. She thought about it the next day after he'd gone to work. Her breasts had continued to balloon and were now large and taut, stretching the fabric of her top. Her waist had continued to shrink even as her hips and ass had widened - her skirt was tight on her now, too. Most significantly of all, she now had just a slit between her legs, the fleshy nubbin of her clit perched at one end of it. It was her imagination but it almost felt like it was aching. It was like a fire inside her, making her pussy throb and her nipples tingle, this desire to be fucked. A few days before it would have terrified her but now it was her obsession. And the same few days before Willy would have happily obliged her, but now there was clearly no chance. He would be able to get that from other women while preserving her as his obedient chattel. Of course, he still made her sleep in his bed, and had demanded she pleasure him with her mouth before leaving for work. The last vestiges of the taste of it refused to be completely obliterated by the mouthwash she had used. Was this then to be her future? Unknown, unfulfilled, unappreciated and unhappy? After she'd finished her chores, Kenisha watched TV for a while but found she couldn't concentrate on it. Everything seemed to be colored by the fire deep within her. Driven almost to distraction, she made her way to the bathroom, stripping off her clothes as she went, and stood under the blasting jet of a cold shower in the hope that this would somehow quench the desire that seemed to be driving her crazy. It seemed to work, at least temporarily. She towelled off and then lay on the bed, nude, enjoying the inner calm she was feeling for the first time in what felt like an age. But sooner than she could have imagined it came creeping back, the heat and the tension when her. She let out a little mew of displeasure and found her hand sliding to her crotch. Jesus, she thought. It had worked well enough when she'd been Kenny. Why shouldn't she alleviate her own tension, pleasure herself? It was pretty clear that nobody else was going to. Delicately and slowly at first, she started to stroke and play with herself, feeling her muscles tense as she did so. The tingling in her breasts increased and she let the fingertips of her other hand play over one hard and sensitive nipple. She found she was breathing hard, arching her back, sweat springing into existence on her skin as she rubbed and kneaded at herself with increasing urgency. Oh, God, this was like nothing else she'd ever felt before! Was it like this for all women or just the ones created by the meteorite rocks? If not, then she felt sorry for them, because this pleasure, this concentration of ecstasy, was almost too much for the mind to take in. "Jesus fuckin' Christ..." Her eyes snapped open. Willy was standing in the doorway of the bedroom, staring at her. His mouth and eyes were open. Her gaze dropped southward and even in the dim light she could see the swelling at his own crotch. Watching her had made him hard. Involuntarily so, she thought. Kenisha giggled and sat up on her elbows, spreading her legs to give Willy a full view of her pussy. She said nothing, didn't think she needed to. One of Willy's hands stole towards his erection, apparently without him noticing. Sweat stood out on his face. "No!" Willy finally said. "No, no, fuckin' no!" He looked away and almost staggered out of sight, back into the main part of the house. There was silence, no sound of movement. Kenisha got up and slipped on a thin robe, then went to see what had become of him. He was sitting on the sofa staring into space when she appeared, but turned to glare at her almost at once. "What the fuck were you doing?" "Getting myself off," Kenisha said, smiling almost despite herself. "Well, if you won't do it..." "Damn right I won't," said Willy, thickly. "You know why, too." "What's the problem? You seemed to enjoy it..." "I don't want to see you doin' that again around me," Willy said. "Oh..." Kenisha said, softly. "Turned you on, did it?" She pulled quietly at the belt of her robe until it fell open, exposing her naked body. She walked quickly to stand before him. "Put it away," Willy said, averting his eyes. "You still want me," Kenisha said. "Your head's telling you it's too dangerous but your cock's screaming out for me, isn't it? You know what a suck feels like, imagine -" "Enough," Willy said, and now there was anger in his voice, potential danger. He rose to his full height, which was now considerably greater than hers. "You don't get to talk to me like that, understand?" Kenisha looked at him, trying to decide how to respond. She was just too slow to spot his anger building and only barely managed to roll with the slap he sent at her. All the confidence and self-possession she'd built up seemed to shatter and burst at that moment and she dropped her eyes to the carpet. "Sorry, Willy." "Well, you better be. Remember what I said. You can do what you like while I'm out, but..." Willy left the threat hanging as he pushed past her and headed for the bedroom. But somehow Kenisha knew things had changed forever between them, even though she wasn't sure why. Her personality was somehow stronger now she knew that Willy, despite everything he said, really did still want her. He wanted to have her, and in the moment that he did, she would have him in return. The desire was there. It was just a question of helping it to break loose. * This could be dangerous, she realised. It probably wouldn't take much to make Willy snap and get actually violent with her - she remembered her panic and horror when he'd gone for her before, the sharp impact of his hands upon her face, her desperate helplessness - but what were her other options? She realised she had it in her now to just walk away. She could do that easily enough, and - looking the way she did - getting another guy would not be difficult. That was actually kind of tempting... but no. Something in her was fixated on Willy. Whether that was some strange consequence of the metamorphosis she'd gone through, or a deeply-held conviction that he deserved to be under her sway just as she was under his, or a genuine and perverse attraction on her part - she didn't know. It just felt like she had only two options - to accept a half-existence, simply as Willy's chattel and provider of fellatio, or to exploit everything she'd received and make him take her despite himself. She would have to take this seriously, though. Until now she had accepted her new femininity, nothing more, gone along with the changes in dress and appearance, mainly to satisfy Willy's desire. Now she had to do more than satisfy, she had to provoke and encourage it, and that would mean... "Well, I want him to fuck me