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Becoming Tammy, Part 4
By Incognito
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Author's note: If you have any comments, please post them! I love
constructive critique, both of the overall storyline, of scenes and of
details. Is there any part of the story you find jarring, breaking
suspension of disbelief? Any details and parts that seem unrealistic
(the subject matter taken into consideration)? Any behavior that seem to
break character? For this part, I would especially like some feedback on
the haircut/manicure portion. Does it work well?
Synopsis: John has swapped bodies with his girlfriend to help her with
an exam. On the third day after their switch, John has immersed deep
enough into her new life that she has started to think of herself as
Tammy, taking on more and more of her personality. She experiences a
haircut and manicure, discovers the joy of trashy romance novels, and is
punished - for real - for failing to study properly. By the end of the
day, exhausted, she is rewarded for her hard work.
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"Wake up, Tammy," John sat beside her in the bed. "I`m going to work
now. You should get up and study. Oh, and don`t forget your appointment
with your hairdresser. You`re having your roots touched up and nails
done at twelve."
"Work?" Tammy asked groggily.
"Yes. I read up a bit on a few articles on my computer. Actually
understood it quite well, and figured I`d at least give it a try."
"Just don`t fuck up, please."
"Don`t worry your pretty little head, Tammy. I`ll just go in and play
team leader. Let my colleagues pull the load."
He left. She looked at her phone. Eight thirty. She could snooze for a
little bit, she decided. Get up at nine.Turning around, she closed her
eyes and fell back to sleep.
She woke up later, light streaming in her bedroom window, warming her
face. Stretched, yawned, enjoyed the feeling of the sheets against her
soft skin. Lazily kicked the cover of her body, lifted her foot up,
admired her cute and dainty toes. Pulled her knee down towards her,
straightened her leg out, touching the headboard behind her. She could
feel her muscles being stretched. Her body felt amazing. Soft,
sensitive, incredibly flexible. She played a bit with her nipple,
caressed herself between her legs. Not masturbating, really, just
feeling herself up. Sat up, and picked up her phone.
Fuck! It was almost eleven, and she had the appointment at twelve. She,
jumped out of bed, almost ran to the bathroom, her tiny feet tapping
against the hardwood floor of the hallway. No time for a proper bath,
she just lathered up and showered off. Patted herself dry, brushed her
teeth. Went back to the bedroom, and started leafing through her
wardrobe. Just throwing something on didn`t feel right, even if she was
in a hurry.
She settled on a pair of high-waisted, black pants. Slid a simple black
thong up her legs, and shimmied into the pants. They were skin-tight,
but thankfully with a bit of stretch. Put on a simple white bra. A pale
yellow blouse, loose and slightly see-through, finished the outfit. She
posed for the mirror. With a pair of high-heeled sandals, this was a
perfect outfit for a little trip downtown on a spring day such as today.
Putting on a subtle layer of make-up, and putting her wallet and phone
in her purse, she went downstairs.
The time was already half past ten. The bus she should have taken was
already gone, and she would not have time for breakfast if she wanted to
catch the next. John had the car, and anyway, she didn`t have a license,
she reminded herself. That felt a little bit odd, not being allowed to
drive. A bit limiting, living in the suburbs.
She ran to the bus stop, just in time to see the bus arriving around the
corner. Running in this tiny body, in heels, was an experience. The bus
driver looked her over as she went in.
The bus ride downtown took almost twenty minutes. She looked into her
purse, dug out an old novel. `Fifty Shades of Grey`, it was named. A
steamy romance novel about a young woman meeting a rich, dominant man.
She could relate. Even if John was not filthy rich, like Christian in
the book, he was well enough off that she didn`t have to worry about
money, unlike many of her classmates.
John had tried to read the book, back when it first came out about ten
years ago, on the urgings of his then-girlfriend. He had not liked it.
It was boring, the language horrible and the story way too girly. It had
sparked his ex`s interest for kink, though, which in turn had led him to
meeting Tammy. As Tammy, however, she found the book simply captivating.
Yeah, sure, the sex scenes were tame compared to her own sex life, but
she felt she could relate to the main character in a completely
different way. The bus ride swooped by in no time, and she had a hard
time putting the book down to walk over to her hairdresser.
Again, she had to trot. Tammy's short legs meant that, even walking
quickly, most people just strode past her. She passed a group of young
men, maybe 17 or 18 years old, hanging at a street corner, and she could
feel their gazes upon her. One of them whistled as she went past him.
She turned her head, a bit scared, but also enjoying the attention. It
was daytime, there were other people around, and he was kinda cute. She
looked him in the eyes, gave him a little wink, a little shake of her
butt, before walking onwards. "Damn, did you see that?" she could hear
him say to his buddies. "That hot piece of ass winked at me! Man, I`d
like to bend her over and give her a proper pounding." Just loud enough
that shecould hear him. The idea had its appeal. Being taken from behind
by the cute guy, sucking off one of his friends while the rest watched,
and then took turns filling all her holes with warm cum. She noted, in
the back of her head, to suggest something like that for John some day.
She arrived at her appointment a few minutes late. Excused herself to
the receptionist, Gina. She told her not to worry, just to take a seat.
Yvonne, her hairdresser, was finishing up her last customer, and would
be over soon. Sitting down, she discovered that her little run had left
her with a very visible camel toe. She stared at it, the contours of her
large lips clearly visible, leaving little to the imagination. She
flushed with embarassment, but it sorta gave her a little thrill. No
wonder the boys had stared such at her.
Yvonne came over to her. A woman in her late twenties, curvy, olive-
skinned and with pink hair. "Hi, Tammy, how are you?"
"Fine, thanks. You?" She smiled at her, got up.
"A bit stressed. Sorry you had to wait, that last haircut took longer
than expected. So, what do you want today?"
" I was originally just planning to touch up my roots, but now I'm
wondering if I shouldn't do something more. Cut it to shoulder-length,
maybe, with a bit of curl, and color it auburn. Give John a little
surprise when he comes home today. What do you think?"
"That would definitely look cute on you!" Yvonne set to work. After
washing, and a nice scalp massage, they chatted away as the coloring did
its work, talking about what had happened in their lives recently.
Yvonne had gotten engaged. Tammy talked a bit about her upcoming exam,
and about how she had overslept today and not gotten in a good session
before coming here. "I'm sure you'll do fine. Just relax, don't stress
yourself out. Enjoy your time here, and when you get home, you give it
your best."
After rinsing out the color, Yvonne started her cutting. They had gotten
over to celebrity gossip now. She was really easy to talk to. Tammy let
her mind drift, chatting, watching with fascination as Yvonne sculpted
her hair into a very feminine cut, perfectly framing her soft face.
After the finishing touch, she studied her new hair in the mirror.Wavy,
copper-colored hair, shining in the light. It looked good on her. Made
her look a bit more grown up. Still cute and dainty, but a young woman
more than a barely legal high schooler. She thanked Yvonne, even gave
her a little hug. "I love it."
Tammy's manicurist shared premises with Yvonne's hairdresser. She was an
older woman, maybe 45. Asian, possibly from the Philippines, who spoke
with a broken English. Unlike Yvonne, she wasn't much of a
conversationalist, but she was really good at what she did. Tammy leaned
back in her chair, tried to just relax, as Yvonne had suggested. The
woman massaged her hands, washed them, removed the old nail polish.
Filed, polished. "Same color?" She asked. "Yes, please."
The whole experience felt luxurious, and reminded her of her femininity.
Connected her with her Inner Goddess. She giggled at the joke, and sank
into daydreams of summer. Inviting friends over for a barbeque party,
showing off new outfits, gossiping about whatever new events were going
on. Playing tennis with John. Going to the beach, sunbathing and
frolicking in the water. Maybe even go topless. Coming home afterwards,
making soft, passionate love to John as the sun set on their porch. Or
maybe just being roughly taken from behind in a beach bathroom, like the
little slut she was.
She was brought out of her fantasies by the manicurist. "Finished. You
like?" Tammy looked down at her nails. Shiny, sparkly pink, perfectly
manicured, her hands soft and delicate. "Yes. Thank you." She got up,
and went over to Gina.
"That'll be 105," she said. Tammy flipped out five twenties from her
wallet.
"Here you go. Keep the rest change."
"Uhm, miss, this is just a hundred." Tammy, felt confused. But Gina was
right. Embarrassed, she handed her another twenty, and left.
Her fantasies during the manicure, and her encounter with the boys
outside, had left her kinda horny. She decided to drop by her favorite
adult store, conveniently located two doors down from her hairdresser.
It was one of those open, bright stores, with decor in pink and purple,
catering mostly to women. She wanted a new vibrator. Remembered an ad
she had read last week, about a new remote-controlled one, that could
fit snuggly inside a pair of panties and be controlled by a phone. She
found it almost at once, in a display cabinet for new arrivals.
Tammy wandered around the store a bit, leafing through the other goods.
Maybe she should buy herself a costume for John? They had a good
selection of costumes here, and they were of pretty decent quality.
School girl? No, that was unnecessary. Sexy nurse? No. Dominatrix? She
giggled. Yeah, right. She should only try to dominate him. He'd turn the
tables in seconds, forcing whatever evil plans she had laid on her
instead. That did sound kinda fun, actually. In the end, though, she
landed on a costume labeled 'Naughty Angel'. "Deceptively innocent-
looking, but with a sexy wild side", read a blurb on the packet.
She paid for the two items, managing to give the clerk the right amount
this time, and walked out. The little gang still hung on the corner,
looking at her as she came out of the adult store. She wiggled around to
get the camel toe back, and sashayed towards them, swinging her bag,
giving them a sexy, playful look. "Hello, boys." Walked past them,
turned her head. Struck a little pose. "Goodbye, boys." They all
flushed, one of them stuttering out "goodbye, miss." They would be
having wet dreams tonight, she thought to herself. Damn, she felt sexy!
On her trip home, she once again occupied herself with the romance
novel. Already aroused, the sex parts were actually kinda hot. She could
feel herself getting wet, and looked forward to getting home to try out
the new vibrator.
The walk from the bus stop to her house felt extra long today. Getting
inside, she walked up to the bedroom. Stripped out of her clothes. The
thong was damp with her juices. Got up on the bed, broke open the box.
She had made sure to get one that was already charged.
Tammy laid back, spread her legs. Rubbed herself with her right hand,
and spread her lips. The vibrator started to hum in her left, and she
brought it down on her clit. Electric jolts shot through her body. She
writhed, moaned, screamed. Within minutes, she came. Gave herself a few
seconds pause, and pressed it back down, fingering herself with her
right hand. Came again. Brought her hand up to her mouth, licking them
sexily as she looked at herself in the vanity mirror. Brought it back
down, slipped inside, rubbing her G-spot. She wasn't really thinking
anymore, not fantasizing, just enjoyed the sensations. A pressure
started building in her pussy, different from before. More like back
when she was John, like she was about to ejaculate. And as she came a
third time, hot liquid squirted out of her. She stopped, panting.
Relaxed back down. Her hand was covered in her juices, she was lying in
a wet pool. Had to get up. Find a towel, clean up.
Finally, the grandfather clock in the living room chiming three o'clock,
she sat down to read. She had taken a quick shower after fixing her bed,
put her clothes back on - though with a new pair of underwear - and
eaten a yogurt with berries and oats. The new vibrator was down there,
turned off, held in place against her clit by her pants. She had to
check if it worked as advertised, and quickly discovered that the tiny
thong she was wearing was insufficient to keep it there. A more solid
pair of panties, like the pink ones from yesterday, would probably do
the trick, or she could wear tight stretch pants like now. With only a
good hour left until she had to make dinner, she attacked the books with
vigor.
An hour later she got up and went to the kitchen. Sent John a picture of
her new toy, suggesting he'd get the app that could control the
vibrator, and giving him the password for her device. Started cooking.
It didn't take long before she felt small vibrations in her pants. On
and off, teasing her. Making her grow wet again. She was reminded of
Sunday evening, but this thing was much better than the vaginal egg.
Having John in control of her pleasure like this, remotely, turned her
on even more. He never turned it up to full, but kept teasing her until
she heard her car outside. Just in time - dinner was ready.
She greeted him at the door, jumping into his arms, throwing her arms
around his neck. He gave her a quick kiss and put her back down on the
floor. "Look at you!" he said. "You look like a little lady!"
"Do you like it?" He did. John slid a his fingers through Tammy's hair,
his thumb caressing her chin. She turned around as he let go, walking
back into the kitchen while wiggling her bum enticingly. Tammy almost
keeled over as the vibrator in her pants suddenly buzzed at max. She had
to support herself on the kitchen bench, her feet momentarily jelly.
"Well, that was certainly effective," she heard John laugh behind her,
smacking her butt as he passed, phone in one hand. The thing buzzed
again. Tammy moaned, and John chuckled some more. "Remind me to have you
wearing that out in public some day." Tammy blushed at the thought.
They sat down and ate. John asked her about her day. She had to admit to
not having gotten much studying done. He gave a little frown,
disappointed, and that stung. Her trip downtown had been fun, though.
John had done well at work, quickly picking up the skills he had needed
to get his job done. He had noticed that he had some access to memories
from before the switch, 'remembering' names of his colleagues and things
like that as he needed them. Tammy told him that she had experienced the
same.
Dinner finished, plates put away, John told Tammy to follow him into the
living room. He sat down in the sofa. "Go get the paddle from upstairs,"
he commanded.
Tammy was reluctant. "Why?"
"You haven't studied properly, and I can't let that slip without
consequences."
She knew she was in for a punishment spanking. Not like Sunday. This
time he would be rougher. The paddle would leave her ass sore for days.
"Go! Don't make me go get it myself. You know that's what you get when
you've failed to control yourself, when you've let your impulses rule
and not done what you were supposed to."
She knew that. Knew it was really for her own best, helped her to
control her impulses. Had she been on the other end, this was exactly
what she would have done as well. She hadn't expected John to, though.
It was, after all, kinda special circumstances.
The paddle stung as she lay across his lap, pants at her knees. John had
removed the vibrator, put it on the table in front of them. She bit her
teeth with every swat. Cried out. Tears of pain were popping out of her
eyes. Every time it hit, the pain grew worse. This was not sexy at all.
This was punishment.Tammy was no masochist, enjoying being spanked for
the humiliation rather than the pain. This was just pain, cutting
through any eroticism. "Please, no, stop," she pleaded. It was the first
time she had said those words and really meant them.
John did stop, eventually. Tammy rubbed her sore butt. He sat her up,
held his arms around her. She started to cry. Bawl. From the pain, from
relief, from John's warm and safe embrace. He cared deeply for her, and
she knew she had requested he'd do this herself. It brought him little
joy.
"Now, if you're a good girl and study hard tonight, maybe I'll give you
a reward, instead, tonight." Tammy nodded at him. He dried her tears,
and she went over to the desk with her books. Sat down, the linoleum
chair hard against her sore bum. Got the teddy bear she had been given
by Tom and Jenny, who sat in a corner of the desk, hugged him tight, and
began to read again.
She actually managed to get through five hours of studying almost
straight this time, only stopping for a quick snack and to find a pillow
to sit on. She felt exhausted, her mind like jelly, but she was proud of
herself. She had managed to figure out several things. Tammy did wonder
why it was all so difficult for her, though. As John, this should have
been easy.
John came up behind her, rubbed her shoulders. "Now, I think you've been
a good girl," he said, massaging her sore neck. "Do you want to sit up
some more, or do you want your reward now?"
"I think I'm done for."
"Then please get up and kneel on the chair." She did, turning the back
of the chair to one side. He gave her back her vibrator, and bent her
forward over the desk. She could feel the fabric of her pants riding up
inside her pussy, and was certain that the view left little to John's
imagination. Not that he had to imagine for long. She felt his hand in
her side, unzipping them. He peeled them off down to her knees,
restricting the movement of her legs. Put one leg on each side of hers.
She heard him open his fly. Felt his pants fall down on her calves, the
belt buckle striking with some force. She looked out through the window
in front of her, seeing their faint reflections in the glass. Waited in
anticipation, rubbing her legs against each other, stimulating herself.
John fiddled with his phone, and the vibrator in her hand started
humming. He reached down and put it in front of her, the controls on-
screen. She could feel his naked erection pressed against her ass crack,
and she felt herself shiver. He guided it down, and spread her lips.
He was gentle this time as well. At least at first, slowly working
himself in and out. She could feel him pressing against her cervix at
his deepest. It was an oddly pleasurable sensation, somewhat like an
itch being scratched deep inside her. She picked up the vibrator and
pressed it between her legs, hitting her clit. Wondered if her neighbors
could see them through the window. That sounded hot. Old Mr. Carruthers
looking over, maybe, seeing her being taken from behind. The humiliation
of knowing she would meet him again in a few days, out in the yard, him
staring at her nubile body with a knowing, dirty glare. She flushed at
the thought.
Behind her, John started talking, softly. "I think maybe it's a good
thing you overslept. Maybe you'll fail your exam now. Then I could leave
you like this. I'm really enjoying being so strong, so in control.
People respect me, they don't treat me like a little girl now. Don't get
me wrong, that always got my panties wet, as you've probably noticed,
but it also got tiresome. It's frustrating. Especially when a really
sexy man - someone like me, but without my love and respect- treats you
like that, and you want to stand up for yourself, but instead, you just
start purring inside, letting him treat you like he wants, frustrated
that he isn't already fucking your brains out. Yes, I'm exaggerating,
but you probably recognize what I'm talking about." She did. John had
seen to that. "Maybe I should just lock you up here at home on Thursday.
Take away your ID papers, money, bus card, so you can't get over to
campus and take your test. Then, when you fail your course and get
thrown out of College, I can let you stay Tammy." God, that sounded
sexy. Right now, she almost wanted him to do what he was saying. She
bucked against him, felt him hit her deep inside, harder now, almost
painful. Her orgasm was building up inside her. "You can become the
little housewife. I'll throw away your contraception, fuck you on every
surface this house has to offer, and make sure you're with my child."
Crap! She had forgotten to buy new Pills. Just then, her orgasm hit,
washing away that thought in spasms of bliss. When she came to, John was
still talking, describing her fantasy fate. "...pregnant and barefoot,
serving all my needs, sexual and otherwise. I'll share you with my
friends, like I shared you with Tom and Jenny. You'd be my little slut-
wife." He was thrusting harder now, his balls slapping against her, the
tip of his dick almost violently striking the cervix. It still felt
amazing. "Yes, yes. Oh god, yes! Make me your slutty little pregnant
housewife! Fuck me harder. Make me scream." He grunted. Came inside her.
That pushed her over the edge, and she came again, squirting, milking
him with her pussy muscles, her body spasming.
She came to as John pulled out of her, but lay there for a moment,
spent. Her legs were wet with her own juices, and she felt globs of
John's sticky semen dripping out of her, sliding down them. She
shuddered, a small aftershock of her orgasm. John leaned over, kissed
her neck. "I won't do that, though. Won't stop you from taking the exam.
If you fail, however, you will stay Tammy. Now, I got to go up and
change pants. You soaked them through with your squirting orgasm." With
that, he walked away, leaving Tammy to stew in her thoughts. He had
really meant what he had said. The talk from Saturday evening had just
been talk, she had believed. Fantasy, a little extra spice to the week.
Now she knew she would not get her body back if she failed. It thrilled
her.
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