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Before I begin I'd like to thank everyone who left such nice comments for the previous three chapters. I am truly sorry for the delay in getting this chapter out. The reasons for my delay are not important, so just go ahead and make one up for me if you think it'll help. Anyway, it's best to go back and re-read the previous chapters as much of this won't make any sense otherwise. And please keep the comments coming. Cocooned, Chapter 4 By EF666 My legs were still wobbly as I stood up to join Collette to head upstairs and get our bodies back. We both put on our bathrobes. I noticed the piles of long hair and shorter clippings all over the floor of the salon and offered to help sweep it up before we left. "That's not necessary," Collette said. "I'll take care of it, but it was sweet of you to ask." She emphasized the point with a kiss on my cheek, then reached behind the reception desk and pushed a few buttons. A panel at floor level on the far wall slid up and three round cleaning robots rolled out. Working in concert they started picking up all the mess from the floor and emptying the trash cans. The place would be spotless in a few moments but we weren't going to stick around for the whole show. Up the stairs we went, hand in hand. Once upstairs I checked on Dave, who was fortunately still tied up tight and still under the bed. He'd also peed and shit in his pants and the room stunk. How was he going to wear those clothes out once we'd put him in the cocoon and made him forget about the whole ordeal? Then it dawned on me that once I was back in my body what would I wear? My clothes were covered with blood and had a nice bullet hole. Though come to think of it, where were my clothes? I mentioned this Collette. She said I was about the same height as her dead husband and she still had some of his old clothes in a back room that both Dave and I could use. Problem solved. Collette went to the controls of the cocoon and started it up. "I'm going to get everything set up so all I have to do is climb in, then you secure it, turn this key and press this button here," It sure sounded simple enough. If this had been a bad movie the cocoon would have erupted in flames at that moment. I looked around and sniffed the air and let out a slightly audible "phew" at the lack of any hint of smoke. She said the whole process would take about 40 minutes then it would be my turn. "So tell me what you're headed back to," Collette said. Just as I was about to start talking because I was compelled to answer she added "if you want to tell me, you don't have to." I appreciated that. I told her I was between jobs but I was used to it as I was rarely out of work for too long. "I just feel like I should do something for you. You did try to save me after all and you took a bullet for me. You've earned a reward of some kind and I don't mean that little session downstairs." "Well, cash is always nice," I offered with insincere hope, a tone not to be taken seriously. Sure, it would have been nice to get something for my troubles, but she was just as much a victim in this as I was. "True, and I've got a lot of money, but that's not what I meant. Actually I'm going to give you some anyway, just to make sure you don't fall into the same depths as your idiot friend over there." "He's not my friend. He always made me think so, but he never really was. And I never really had many other friends either because Dave scared them away." I thought a little about what would happen to Dave once we erased his memories of the last two days and made sure he'd never hurt or abuse anyone again. Maybe he'd learn what friendship meant then. "Well, I could offer you a job as my receptionist downstairs but a straight male receptionist in an all-female salon would be a little weird. Unless you want to keep that body, then you'd fit in just fine." To emphasize the point she started circling one of my nipples with her long, sexy fingernails. "I don't think you'll feel the same way in another 40 minutes." "Perhaps you're right," she said, though she didn't stop playing with my nipple. "But I do need a new receptionist. Julie left on maternity leave last week and I don't think she's going to come back once the baby is born. I pay very well because I don't care if my business makes money or not. Still not interested?" It was a little tempting. I'd make good money, work in a roomful of women and all day long I'd see women walk in plain and exit gorgeous. But I'd also be a woman. As incredible as it was, I felt like I needed to straighten my life out on my own. The financial assistance Collette offered was a nice gesture, but I wanted to try to make something of myself as myself. "Thank you, but I'll have to pass," I said, but only after a noticeable pause. Had she been doing more than just lightly stroking my nipple it might have been harder to resist. "Well, that's too bad. Think of the fun we could have had on your coffee breaks." With that she dropped her robe and climbed into the cocoon. She gestured for me to come closer then she gave me one last, long, deep kiss. Finally she released me then laid down flat. With that she blew me yet another kiss, then I closed the lid, walked over to the console and pressed the button I'd been told to press. The screens scrolled through medical and technical jargon that I couldn't hope to understand if I went to school for fifty years. Collette's body went limp as the anesthesia took effect and the scanning began. With time to I kill I headed over to the kitchen to get a drink. As I passed a hallway mirror I noticed my face again. My makeup was hardly smudged, but my hair was a giant, tangled mess that somehow it remained freakishly erotic. Entranced by my image I started trying to fix the hair, unable to completely run my fingers through it because of the knots and gels and spray and such, but after a little smoothing and moving the bow back in place at least it once again looked something remotely like it did when Collette had first finished it. I lifted my tits up from underneath and gave each nipple a quick nibble and lick. I took a mental snapshot, knowing I was going to see that image in my dreams for years to come. I pulled myself away from the mirror and continued on to the kitchen, but before I got there I heard the cocoon emit a loud, urgent beeping noise. I was quickly engulfed by a feeling of dread. Sliding into the seat at the console I saw flashing red all over. The dread deepened. "GENETIC INTEGRITY UNSTABLE-ABORTING PROCEDURE" read the message. Another indicator showed the cocoon restraint would be released in under a minute. Panicking, though with nothing to do, I watched the seconds count down to zero. The lid of the cocoon lifted slowly and Collette, unchanged, sat up, very confused. I walked over to help her out and told her about the message on the screen. Immediately her face went ashen and a nearly-silent "no" escaped her still perfect lips. "No, no, NO!" she continued, louder each time. "What is it?" I asked. Collette ignored my question; instead she leapt past me and hurried over to the computer, her fingers flying furiously over the keyboard, hardscreen displays and virtual displays. Her new fingernails were causing her difficulty and slowed her down, increasing her frustration. As she worked her look of despair worsened. Dejected, she slumped back in the chair and started to cry. I wanted to ask her what the message meant, figuring it was pretty bad, but I had to let her calm down first. The only thing I could do at that point was get her a box of tissues which she accepted with a meek "thank you" but she couldn't even lift her head to look at me. I just stood behind her and waited until she was ready. The initial tears and sniffling had subsided when she broke the uncomfortable silence. "I can't be changed back. I'm stuck in this body," she said with clinical detachment. Two minutes had passed until she made that announcement and it confirmed part of the worst-case scenario I'd been contemplating. "I'm sorry," I said quietly and sincerely, before I tried gingerly to address the elephant in the room. "What about m--" was as far as I got before she cut me off. "You're OK, you can be changed back," she said, still not making eye contact. I started to heave a sigh of relief but quickly stopped myself, not wanting to express any pleasure while Collette was dealing with her trauma. With my fears put aside I could concentrate on helping her, though I doubted there was anything I could do besides lend her an ear and let her vent. Without any prompting she started to explain why she couldn't be changed back. She spoke five clear, elegant, complex sentences outlining the cause of the problem. Collette had still not been able to make eye contact with me. If she had she'd have been able to see the look of utter confusion on my face because I hadn't understood a single word she'd said. Sure, I'd heard some of the words before, like chromosome and protein, but I was completely lost. My continued silence got Collette's attention and she finally looked up at me. She realized she had spoken to me like a colleague from her research days. "Let me try that again," she said and I allowed myself a small grin. She took a deep breath. "The asshole fucked up." Well, that was a little blunter than I'd expected. "When genes are altered at the molecular level like the cocoon does, the genes have to be 'sealed' after the change. If they're not sealed as part of the process they will try to seal themselves, and when that happens the seals are weak. They're too weak for further manipulation. If I tried to go through the cocoon process again my cells would be unstable and I'd be dead within an hour as my entire cellular structure broke down. The asshole had no idea what he was doing when he put me in there and screwed up the process. It's a lot more complex than microwaving a burrito you know." I confirmed that I understood this time, though I had nothing to say in reply. She was screwed. We sat in silence a little longer. "You know, I was raped once," Collette said, seemingly talking to the air. Without prompting she told me how she'd been walking to her college dorm after a late night in the lab and she was attacked by a thug on a drug- fueled high. She managed to fight him off but not until after she'd been violated. "What this asshole did to me is worse. I can't go back to what I was. The rape hurt me but I was eventually able to get over it. This body is permanent. He took away 'me'." I had to say something. "Up until a day ago I'd never have understood the feeling of violation and what you went through. I do now, and I'm sorry. So many people when they're attacked are hurt or killed, and robbed. Physically you're fine and as you said, you're not exactly hurting financially. We can force Dave to undo the mental stuff he did to you and you'll be able to continue on with your life. You'll just have to do it with a giant rack and killer legs. It's a fresh start for you, and quite honestly, from what I can see you've not done much since your husband died. I'd hate to see end up a spinster. This is an opportunity to start over." I paused to let that sink in. Then I added: "And if you're anything like many of the women I've known, you've got a lot of shopping to look forward to." "That is a very insulting and sexist comment," she said, pretending to be offended, "... and entirely accurate." With that Collette finally let out a small smile, and then we planned our next move. Collette couldn't change me back until after her mental conditioning had been undone, because she would flee from me in my male body after I emerged. I would have to put Dave in the cocoon then once it was shut Collette could operate it. When he came out he would be susceptible to commands just like Collette and I were. She would not be able to be in the room when he emerged, since physically, Dave would still be his male self. I would then command Dave to release Collette from what he'd done to her mind then she could change me back. It all seemed so simple... A sudden thought struck me. "Um, Collette, could you please make sure that he can't command me, just in case something goes wrong?" "Good thinking," Collette said. She took my face in her hands and said "Listen carefully. You do not have to follow any commands Dave or anyone else besides me gives you. Do you understand?" I confirmed it. I didn't like that she excluded herself, but this would all be over soon enough so I didn't pursue it. Collette stepped out of the room. I had to drag Dave to the cocoon and lift him inside. I was actually quite a bit stronger in this body than my own, which was kind of depressing. He reeked even worse by this point. He struggled mightily of course, scared out of his mind because he didn't know of our plan to "correct" his numerous personality flaws. I can only imagine what he thought we were going to do to him, and I wasn't about to tell him. It was far more fun to let him writhe in fear. Once he was in place and strapped in I figured I'd torment him even more by saying "goodbye," which was appropriate in a way, since this was the last time I'd talk to the "old" Dave. I pulled the makeshift gag out of his mouth. The instant he could make a sound he started trying to order me to free him, but his mouth was so dry that hardly any noise came out. "Go ahead, tell me to play with my tits or finger myself. It won't work." He did so, quietly, and I didn't obey. "I bet you want to know what we're going to do to you," I taunted. "Are you going to wake up with tits bigger than mine? Or maybe you'll still be male, but a scrawny hundred pound weakling who likes to beg muscle men to shove their dicks up your ass? It would only be fair for what you did to her." "Fuck you," Dave rasped and tried to avoid looking at me. "Do you have any idea what you've done? She can't be changed back! You just had to get your jollies and you've done worse than rape her!" Dave was clearly confused. "What do you mean she can't be changed back? She said it's no problem," he pleaded. I explained as well as I could what he had done. He looked surprised and his eyes widened slightly when he realized the results of his action. That may have been the closest I'd ever seen Dave come to showing remorse. I was still done with him no matter how regretful he was. Finally fear sank in and Dave started screaming. "Murph, please, don't do this. Let me out, I'll make everything OK. Please!" "No, you've done enough. This time I'm going to make everything OK," I replied coolly and started reaching for the cocoon lid. He was screaming louder now. "After everything I've ever done for you Murph, this is how you repay me? I've stood up for you, been your best friend forever." Now he was clearly delusional, thinking I'd remember things the opposite way of how they'd really happened. Perhaps that is how he saw things. The lid was nearly closed as he reached his loudest. "At least you finally look like the pussy I've always known you were!" his volume and fear increased with every word. "I bet that bitch Collette loves what I did to her and doesn't ever want to change you back!" Finally the lid clamped shut. I waved goodbye to Dave and walked out to get Collette. I didn't have to go far to find her, she was right outside the door waiting for me. Something seemed wrong. I'd only been in with Dave for a few minutes yet she seemed to have completely recovered from her emotional trauma. "Are you OK?" I asked fearfully. "Never felt better actually," she replied. "Get over here," she said, pointing to the floor directly in front of her. I protested verbally as I inched closer to her. Ignoring my pleas she grabbed me around the waist with one hand, leaned hard into me forcing me to arch myself backwards, put her other hand behind my head and started fucking my mouth with her tongue. I struggled to get out of her grasp. Since our bodies were identical and therefore equally strong, it wasn't hard. "Come on, I thought we were done with this," I proclaimed. "Nope, we're not. Change of plans," she said with a wicked grin. She should not have recovered from the emotional trauma this quickly. "But what about Dave?" I asked. "Let's run Dave though the process so we can fix your head, and get me changed back, then if you still want to mess around one more time we can, how about that?" "Sorry babycakes, I love what he did to me. And I don't ever want to change you back." My knees buckled at her words. I started trembling, and felt the blood draining from my face. Collette had heard Dave yelling and taken what he said as commands. And it was my fault, all because I had to take his gag off to taunt him. Why did I do that? That was the absolute stupidest thing I could have done. I had to think quickly if I was going to figure a way out of this, so I did an instant inventory of my situation: Somehow I had to get Collette to alter Dave as we'd discussed, and I was still stuck obeying everything she told me to do. I was not optimistic. As it turned out, any plans or ideas I had would be moot anyway. "Go sit in the living room and watch some TV. Just stay out of here until I'm done," she commanded. I tried to protest but she put her fingers to my lips and said "And no talking." Dejectedly I headed for the living room. "Actually, I want you to dial up some nice lezzie porn and see if it gets you in the mood," she said to my back. Dejected, I did as she had told me. I settled on the couch and grabbed the remote. I punched in "lesbian" and "porn" and was immediately presented with a long list of keywords to choose from. I checked off 'large breasts', 'glamour' and 'romantic,' ignoring other options such as 'young,' 'old,' 'slutty,' 'tattooed' and 'violent.' The list of titles was incredibly long. On a lark I added 'toys' from the keywords to shorten the list. That narrowed the choices down to just a few dozen titles and I picked one at random. The wallscreen filled with images of two elegantly dressed women, a tall blonde and a short redhead drinking wine and staring at each other with lust in their eyes. I continued to sit and watch as they made small talk and eventually started kissing. As much as I wanted to I could not call out to Collette to ask her to release me. I heard the cocoon kick into action while I continued to watch the women on screen kissing and fondling each other. As I found myself transfixed by the beauties on the screen I felt two hands reach around from behind me and pinch my nipples. "Just keep watching babe. We have some time until the cocoon is done. Do not take your eyes off the screen." She stopped playing with me, moved around and sat down next to me on the couch. Upon settling in on my left Collette stuck her right hand between my legs and lightly tickled my pussy as she joined me in watching the onscreen action. The video went to a close-up of the blonde as she removed her dress, exposing a matching bra and panty set, the bra looking far too delicate to hold up those large breasts, yet somehow managing anyway. "Wow, she is stunning. Just look at her," Collette cooed. "I love her makeup, the shading is exquisite," she said, then said some complimentary things about the girl's hair. "Too bad her tits are so small." The girl's breasts were, of course, rather large, but compared to the two identically-bodied mega- titted queens watching her, she looked like she'd only just begun puberty. The camera switched to a similar view of the redhead. She had much shorter hair, more dramatic makeup and slightly smaller breasts. It was easy to tell how turned on Collette was because she started fingering me faster and deeper. I still couldn't speak or express myself in any way. "I love her hair," she cooed, and I couldn't tell if it was the hairdresser or lesbian talking. She went on and on about how the actress's hair was a deep, glossy red bob that curved around her head leaving her neck exposed. She said she was entranced by the thick bangs and the longer pieces in front that pointed to her mouth, focusing attention on her incredibly full lips. I'd watched my share of porn before, but never with play-by-play. The onscreen action continued and Collette continued to play with me at varying speeds. It was difficult to not give in to the pleasure but I was still concerned about what Collette was doing to Dave and whether I'd ever be able to get my body back. Collette turned the sound up so she could hear every moan and slurp. A few times she would take her fingers away from my crotch and hold them up to my nose, making me smell my own juices. Twenty more minutes passed as we watched the girls kiss each other from head to toe, rub each other all over and finally end up in a sixty-nine position. All the while Collette refused to free me or even touch me anywhere other than my slit. I have no idea how my body continued to produce moisture down there. My nipples felt hard and in need of attention they weren't going to get. The blonde extricated herself and stepped off screen. She returned a moment later wearing a fake dick, a plastic strap-on. Collette's arousal was obvious as her fingering speed increased. The redhead got on her knees and started sucking it, her head bobbing back and forth. I didn't understand why the blonde continued to moan in pleasure. It wasn't as if she could feel the redhead sucking on a plastic dildo. I figured this was what it meant when I'd selected 'toys'. Wrong... It was the redhead's turn to step off screen, and she returned holding a very realistic looking disembodied penis in her hands. But unlike most fake penises this one wasn't erect; it had balls, plus what looked like a small blue test tube pointing upward from the balls. Red inserted the tube end into her pussy and the most amazing thing happened. Hundreds of tendrils thinner than a hair extended from the base of the penis and burrowed into her shaved groin area. Once they were all attached the penis pulled itself closer and attached itself, making the dick and balls look as if she'd been born with them. It remained limp as she drew the blonde's face toward her crotch. The dick looked absolutely realistic as it grew to full erection when the blonde started stroking and kissing it. A few times she would pinch or lightly nibble the dick and the redhead reacted because she was actually feeling the sensations. The tendrils obviously tapped into her nervous system and made her feel as if the penis was part of her body. It was like the prosthetic limb replacements that were used before cocooning had made them unnecessary. The blonde was giving the redhead an excited and enthusiastic blow job, meanwhile Collette was getting increasingly turned on to the point that she was rubbing me so hard and fast and I was so dry I thought my crotch was going to burst into flame. It was actually getting rather painful and whatever reserve of moisture I had left was finally depleted when Collette ultimately gave in to her needs. She slid her butt down on the sofa so that she was sitting at the edge and ordered me on my knees in front of her. I could no longer see the screen but I could see Collette's pussy and the giant wet stain where she'd been sitting. She grabbed my head from behind, digging deep into my hair with both hands and forced my mouth onto her pussy, pulling so hard at times it was hurting my neck. With my tongue I licked, I nibbled and I probed. Collette would demand "harder" and "faster" and I complied. I could peek upward to see her playing with her breasts, pulling and pinching on her nipples as she built up to orgasm. Her moaning reached an apex then without warning her back stiffened, juices squirting out her pussy with the force of water from a fire hose. The unexpected violent outward thrust of her hips knocked me backwards onto my ample rear. As I tried to regain my balance I got to see the screen. There was a significant amount of cum dripping from the blonde's face and even more that she was rubbing into her tits. She took one finger and ran it over the redhead's lips who then started sucking the blonde's fingers with those beautiful lips and tongue. I looked back up to Collette, already drenched with sweat from head to toe, her back still arched, with her hand in her pussy. She had four fingers inside and she was thrusting them in and out rapidly. As I watched transfixed her pussy started spurting once again. Some of the warm, watery discharge hit me square in the face, while more of it soaked the sofa and yet more reached all the way to the TV screen. I knelt on the floor next to the sofa while Collette recovered from her orgasm and caught her breath. I noticed that a new scene was beginning on the video. "Come here, baby," said Collette, motioning for me to sit next to her. As I tried to find a not-so-wet spot to sit she grabbed my nipples, hard, and pulled me on top of her then started kissing me again. "Congratulations, I bet you never helped make a woman orgasm like that before," she said when she let us come up for breath. For what it was worth, she was right. "And we are so going to have to get one of those prosthetic dildoes. I hear they feel just like the real thing. Now get over here and snuggle until the cocoon is done." Even if I could have spoken at that moment, I doubted that reminding her that I had the real thing until a day ago and I'd really like to get it back would have had any effect. Yet again I complied and slid next to her as she positioned my head on her breast and started stroking my hair. I still couldn't resist and I still couldn't talk. Two more things bugged me about what she'd just said. First, she said "we," which I hoped didn't mean she wasn't going to let me out from under her control. Secondly, what kind of lesbian gets excited over penises, even prosthetic ones? Then I figured since she only just recently became a lesbian and since that's what she saw the girls in the movie were enjoying, then she should thought she should enjoy it too. Obviously her concept of what a lesbian is below the surface was still in the formative stages. Dave had also commanded her to enjoy all sorts of kinky stuff, and what could be kinkier to a lesbian than a penis? My thoughts drifted as she continued stroking my matted hair and petting me like a cat. What if she did get that fake dick and wanted to fuck me with it? I knew it wasn't real, nothing more than an appliance, so it wouldn't be like I'd be being fucked by a man. Would it really be that bad? I started imagining the sight of Collette standing above me with her giant tits, pounding me with that dick I could feel myself getting warm and tingly again. I tried picturing a man doing the same thing to me and found it utterly disgusting, so at least my mind hasn't been fucked with too much. Once again I was saved by the bell as the cocoon signaled its completion. "Oh, goody, fun time," Collette said, and she said it cruelly enough to make me shiver. "I'm going to need a few minutes, so I want you to go take a nice long shower." Before I could even try to raise an eyebrow in protest, which I couldn't have done anyway, she pressed a finger against my lips, shushed me and told me to get moving. The forced shower was certainly refreshing, but all I could think about was what Collette was doing to Dave. Well, she said a long shower, so I played with my tits and pussy a bit once I was satisfied with my cleanliness. I even washed my hair twice. The most likely scenario in my mind had Collette turning Dave into a duplicate of one of the sluts in the video, but with much larger tits who'd be obedient to her every whim and fetish, forced to behave like a bitch in heat begging for the privilege of licking her owner's pussy. Frankly, I didn't see much of a downside to that scenario. My hair ended up looking like a damp white mop head and I wasn't about to spend any time drying it or fixing it up. After rubbing the softest towel I'd ever felt all over my body I put the robe back on and walked out to see something interesting, certainly not what I expected. There was Colette, naked and oblivious to that fact, standing next to a short, plain woman. The woman was wearing a plain grey t-shirt and sweat pants that I assumed had been at the bottom of Colette's drawers. She had dull brown hair pulled into a pony tail, no makeup and her eyebrows were unattractively thick and too close together. Her breasts were smallish and low on her chest, her hips wide as were her thighs. Everything about this woman was non-descript. She could be overlooked if she was the only person in a room. And she was Dave. There was a slight resemblance in the face. Colette saw me in the towel and motioned for me to join her. "You're just in time for the fun! Let me introduce you to Dave's cousin...ummm...Petnuia!" I snorted a little bit on the inside as I soaked this all in, but the new Petunia remained expressionless as she learned her new name. "How much money does Dave have in total if you combined his accounts and sold off all of his stuff?" It was odd hearing Collette address Dave as if he were another person. "About six hundred fifty, maybe seven hundred thousand," replied Petunia. Even her voice was drab, but what he said surprised me. I knew Dave was a crook but I didn't think he'd been that good at it. I always figured he blew through whatever he stole rather quickly. "My, wasn't Dave a successful scum bag? Well, that's a lot of money, so we're going to make sure it all goes to good use. "Here's how it's going to be: Your name is Petunia and you are Dave's cousin. If anyone asks, and I doubt they will, Dave is letting you stay in your place while he's on a road trip. If anyone presses you for details tell them that Dave is on the run from the cops and you really don't know where he is. He's not going to call anyone including his 'boys' so that the cops can't trace him until the heat is off. I'm guessing anyone who knows Dave will buy that." Collette sure called that one right. "You are twenty-eight years old and you are still a virgin. The virginity is a problem: You want to lose it but you've never felt attractive or found love, so you've decided that you want to make some improvements to make yourself the ultimate in submissive, slutty femininity. To accomplish that you are going to make every improvement to yourself that any man suggests. "There is nothing too outrageous or too kinky that you won't do and you'll do it all without hesitation. You're going to study erotic videos and websites to find out what horny men really want. You know the only way you'll ever find the satisfaction you need is by becoming an object, a plaything for others' fantasies. "You'll take out personal ads saying you are a submissive looking for a new master. You are to tell them that you realize you need someone to take control of your life because you can't do it on your own. You'll ask all the things they want to do to you as far as your appearance and training are concerned. If any of them want you to be their property immediately you'll tell them that you still have more masters to interview so you will not be accepting any offers yet. You will not have sex with anybody, and you may not masturbate, touch your body or do anything else intentionally for pleasure. "If you meet a guy who says he likes nose piercings, you'll go out and get your nose pierced. If a guy says he likes big dick sucking lips they'll you'll go get lip implants. You'll learn to do your hair and makeup the way they want. You'll buy the clothes they'd like you to wear, learn to talk the way they like and behave the way they like. If there's any time that you get conflicting information, like if one guy says he likes big tits and another likes small ones, you will go for the one that's the most visible or embarrassing. Make sure you ask specific questions and get detailed answered so you'll know exactly what to do to yourself. "And these changes excite you. The only time you can feel pleasure is when you're having these things done and when you see the results. "You cannot communicate to anyone in any way that you are really Dave. From now on you ARE Petunia and Dave is just a passenger in Petunia's head, hearing and seeing everything but unable to do or say anything. You must still obey every order I give you automatically but nobody else's." Collette was pleased with herself, and the cruel twinkle returned to her eyes. "Oh Petunia, I forgot something. You are afraid of cocoons and don't trust them. All the work you want to have done will have to be done the old-fashioned way with scalpels and anesthesia and the resulting PAIN! There's no taking the easy way for you on this journey. If you look hard enough and spend enough money you'll be able to find surgeons who'll do whatever you ask. "You're also going to be on a strict diet. In case you haven't noticed you've been letting yourself go lately. You really need to drop some weight, so I want you to limit yourself to under a thousand calories a day, drink half a gallon of water and work out for an hour a day." "Oh, silly me. You obviously don't know much about being a woman. I'll tell you what; you don't have to start your new journey just yet. You can wait three days for that. First you will need to go shopping for a new wardrobe, and stick to tight, flashy and trashy stuff from discount department stores. You'll need some makeup and other toiletries, so you'll buy all that too. You'll also need to call up some vids to teach you how to do your hair and makeup then practice both for several hours until you've mastered both. Each morning you will wake up, shower then do your hair and makeup. You'll have to repeat all of that each day after your workout, and you must do you hair and makeup differently that second time. The makeup must be very bold and slutty and your hair should be big, the bigger the better, though you must practice other styles as well. You must also change your hair color every five days and experiment with mixing different colors. After that third day I still want you to study hairstyles, makeup and fashion for at least an hour a day each. You should learn a bit about female anatomy and how to use a tampon as well, since I expect your first period to hit in about a week. "There's more," she said, with her voice lowered so I knew it wasn't going to be good, "On your way home today you'll buy two blowup dolls, one male and one female. Every night you'll spend an hour licking and sucking the boy doll's dick and an hour eating the girl doll's pussy. While you're doing that I want you to watch instructional vids so you can learn everything you can about proper technique. You're to learn how to make love to both a dick and a pussy with only your mouth. You are to set up three vidcams in your room from different angles and record yourself for those two hours every night." "Now let's see if you understood everything I've told you. Repeat it all back to me now," Collette had finally come up for air and it was Dave's/Petunia's turn. He/she repeated everything Collette had said perfectly in that drab voice. She then whispered something in Petunia's ear and made her whisper it back so I couldn't hear. Then she went to the bedroom and came back with a small purse and showed a few things in it including the cash and credit chips from Dave's wallet. With that Collette was done. She opened her front door, slapped Petunia on the ass and told her to leave to start her new life. As I watched Petunia leave I almost felt sorry for Dave considering what he was going to be going through, but not quite. Collette shut the door and turned back to me. "OK, you may speak again. What do you think of my little punishment for the asshole?" I was a little confused, so I told her so. "I'm a little confused about something. If you love what he did to you then why did you punish him like that? And what about me? Can you please change me back?" "Well, it's like this," she explained. "The ends don't justify the means. Just because I love what he did to me doesn't mean that it was the right thing for him to do. What he did to me was wrong and he needs to learn his lesson, even if I do enjoy the side effects. "And as for you, I really don't ever want to change you back," she said, and my heart dropped. "But that doesn't mean I never will. There are lots of things people don't want to do but have to do anyway, like eating your vegetables or going to work when you'd rather stay home. So I'll change you back when I'm ready, assuming you still want to go back at that point." "When you're ready?" I asked incredulously. "When is that going to be?" "Let's sit and talk this through," she said, so we moved to the sofa once again, sat down and faced each other. "I need you," she began, quietly. For a split second I expected her to command me get to my knees and start eating her pussy again. I was relieved when that was not the case. "I can't live like this. I can't go outside without a blindfold in case I see a man, I don't think I can ever leave my home or the salon." I hadn't considered that. "Here's my proposition: I want to hire you. You'll be my right-hand girl, running errands for me, all the stuff I can't do because I can't leave. The rest of the time you'll be the receptionist in the salon. I'm going to have to tell the girls in the salon everything that's happened; I know I can trust them." "Thank you, but no. I don't want to be a girl any more," I said, trying to sound resolute and determined. "I'm sure you can hire someone else to help you." "I want you to consider two things," she said, obviously trying to get me to change my mind. "First, I need someone with me who can understand what I've been through and who I can trust to keep what happened a secret. I could probably hire someone but I'd never be able to fully trust that person. Second, I'll pay you a fifty thousand a week. And I'll add a signing bonus of two hundred thousand, plus a virtually unlimited expense account. I just ask that you stay for a minimum of two months so I can get my life figured out." Those numbers certainly got my attention. Two months would mean just over half a million. I couldn't believe she was throwing around numbers like that so casually. Collette saw me doing the mental math and said "Let me show you something." She activated the computer and sent the display to the wallscreen. "Display financial portfolio summary, current value as of most recent market closing," she commanded. Numbers began to fill the wall, along with a pie chart and a few bar graphs. On the right was a list of assets including cash, precious metals, stocks, bonds, real estate, virtual real estate and a few other entries. Below that was a shorter list, this one showing liabilities with much smaller numbers. The very bottom line said "Net Worth" and next to it was a long string of digits. There were eleven digits before the decimal point. No wonder half a million meant nothing to her. Considering Dave was only after a few thousand from the take at the salon that day, he had no idea of the potential goldmine he'd stumbled across. "I told you those patents were valuable. Plus my husband was an amazing investor. I'm a multi-billionaire. I really hit the jackpot. But all that money never really mattered to us." She told me how they had rather simple tastes and that they had kept living in this apartment mostly because of the sentimental value. After he died she didn't ever want to leave it so she just bought the whole building, converted the upper floors to luxury flats and rented them out. They also owned a dozen vacation homes across the world, all of which made this apartment look like a closet, but she'd rarely used them. Collette said she earned hundreds of millions a year from investments and gave it all to charity. Her salon even lost two million a year just because she loved it and loved the people. My resolve was weakening. Could I really be considering this? All that money to spend two months as a ridiculously beautiful woman who gets to have lesbian sex with an equally beautiful woman who happens to have essentially unlimited financial resources? I could afford to go to school afterward and get a degree in something useful and get my life back on track. But there was still one problem... "I need your solemn promise that you won't use that 'Jedi mind trick' on me ever again. You need to turn it off completely. Otherwise how can I know that I really want to do something because I want to and it's not just you telling me that I want to? How could I trust anything? You could be making me believe anything you want." "That's fair, but I hope you understand that I have to protect myself," she said. Collette used both hands and turned my face toward hers. "You may not discuss my wealth in any way with anyone without my direct permission. You may not tell anyone about what happened here or about anything that goes on while you're living here without my direct permission. I hope you don't mind those restrictions." I guess I didn't. She hadn't really known me for long and has an awful lot to protect. "Listen carefully. From now on you do not have to follow commands anybody gives you unless you want to. Except for the exceptions I just listed, you have complete free will. Do you understand?" My perception of the world shimmied for a second, as if a cloud I was previously unaware of was no longer hanging overhead. "Ok, I'm in. Now what?" I asked. "Well, I still want to work in the salon. We can tell people that Collette decided to go travel the world and sold the salon to me. I guess I'll need a new name, won't I?" We brainstormed a bit and agreed she now looked like a "Simone." She went to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses, then we toasted to the birth and Simone and the departure of Collette. "So, if you look like a Simone, then what do I look like?" I asked. "How about 'Sugar Tits'?" she offered with a smile. "Ummmm, let's keep working on it," I said, dismissing her ridiculous suggestion. But another thought filled me with dread. "I'm going to have to get back in the cocoon, aren't I? I mean, if we're both going to work in the salon we can't be identical twins like this, even with different hair and makeup." Collette's, I mean Simone's reaction wasn't what I expected. She was smiling. "Oh goody, I am going to make you soooooo hot! I'm going to give you even bigger tits and longer legs and..." "NO!" I said forcefully. "Can't I be a normal woman? Young and pretty is fine, but still I need to be able to go out in public and I don't want to do that looking like a freakish cartoon." Simone stuck her tongue out at me and gave me the raspberry. "Fine, you party pooper. But it's late Sunday now and the salon doesn't open again until Tuesday, so we can still have a little fun, can't we?" she asked. "Actually, I think I'm going to have to go out and buy you some clothes when the stores open tomorrow. I don't think you can work in a bathrobe and nothing else. Then again, how can I go out and buy clothes if all I have to wear is this bathrobe?" We contemplated the situation for a few minutes and came up with a solution. Tomorrow morning Simone would put me in the cocoon and give me a temporary body the same size as her old one so I could wear her clothes out in public and buy new clothes for both of us. I asked why it had to be temporary and she said she intends my long-term body to be better shaped than the old Collette body plus I'd need more stylish and younger clothes, especially if I was going to be her receptionist. Simone said that once I was done shopping on the way back I could stop back at my old place, leave enough cash for three months' advance rent and retrieve anything I wanted. I figured I could get in and out without the landlord seeing me and drop the money in his mailbox. I tried to think of anything I'd want to bring back with me, but there was nothing. I was going to have to put that life behind me for now, plus most of my possessions were crap anyway. Out of nowhere Simone's stomach gurgled, signaling her hunger. I was rather famished myself, so she went to the computer to order some food to be delivered from a fancy-looking restaurant I'd never heard of. "Do places like that even deliver?" I asked. She told me that if you pay enough any restaurant will deliver. Once the food was ordered she had the computer scan her body to give her measurements. She'd get my measurements later when we designed my long-term body. Then Simone started calling up lists of local stores that had clothing in her new size that weren't just shapeless crap so she could give me a list of what to purchase. There weren't many, as Simone told me that she'd likely have to get most of her clothes custom made from this point. She promised my new body would not be so outrageous that I wouldn't be able to buy off the rack. I'd also have to get us both some underthings and shoes, but fortunately only a few days' worth, the rest Simone would order online. Her custom- ordered clothing would not arrive the next day no matter how much she was willing to overpay. "I have some good news for you though. When you go out tomorrow you won't have to wear a used bra and panties," she said. It was a strange realization that in perhaps twelve hours or so I'd be wearing my first bra. "I'm sure I've got some outfits I've never worn either. And now I'll never get a chance to wear them either, I guess," she added. Eventually there was a knock at the door and a male voice called out the name of the restaurant. Simone cringed upon hearing it and ran into the bedroom. "Just a minute," I called out. I managed to get Simone to find the cash for me to pay him then she shut the bedroom door behind her. I also saw the blood stain from where I'd been shot and quickly moved a chair on top of it. I opened the door and the delivery boy's eyes widened so much he looked like an animated cartoon. I had somehow forgotten that I was this stunning amazon in a bathrobe that left no aspect of my body to the imagination. "W-w-would you like me to bring this inside?" he stammered, holding up the bags of food, which happened to smell delicious. He was young, not very tall, and I realized he had a great view of my cleavage which couldn't be contained by the undersized robe. It occurred to me just how powerful these tits were when I noticed the kid couldn't take his eyes off my chest. I figured I'd have a little fun with it. "No, thank you," I said as silkily as I could. "You can just put it down here." As I was talking I made sure to pull my shoulders back and stick my chest out. When he knelt down to put the bags on the floor I moved slightly closer so that when he stood up he was practically eye level with my robe- covered nipples. I pretended not to notice our proximity. The kid was practically paralyzed at this point. "How much is it sweetie?" I asked with honey in my voice. "Ninety-f-f-f-five" was the number he finally spit out. I reached into the wad of bills Simone had given me and following her request to tip very well, I peeled off four fifties. Then I took the bills, folded then in half and inserted then deep between my tits just above the robe opening. "Here you go, just take it," I said and pushed my chest out further. The kid was dumbfounded. "I'm sorry, I c-c-c-can't do that. It's not appropriate." Well, even dumbfounded he was still respectful. I decided to let him off the hook. "No, you don't have to apologize; I'm the one who should be sorry. I just got these," I said pointing to my tits then pushing them together for effect. "And it's nice to see they're having the intended effect. I hope you didn't mind too much." I took the two hundred out from my cleavage then reached into the robe pocket for another hundred and handed it all to the kid. He muttered a thank-you for the generous tip, said a goodnight, turned around and started to walk away. When he was about ten feet away I called back to him. When he turned around he saw that I'd dropped my robe and everything was on display. I'd put both my hands behind my head in what I hoped was a sultry pose. I shook my shoulders a bit to make my giant tits jiggle and just when I thought his eyeballs were about to pop out of his head I said "Sweet dreams," blew him a kiss then shut the door with my foot. "Dinner's here!" I called out to Simone and we enjoyed a spectacular dinner along with a bottle of wine older than I was. +++++++++++++++++ In the next chapter Murph gets a new name, ventures outside as a woman for the first time and has a very exciting shopping trip... (And I truly hope there won't be a twenty month delay this time.)