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Cocooned, Chapter 5 By EF666 After an evening complete with a spectacular dinner, incredible wine, sumptuous dessert and some playful nocturnal activity it was time to turn in for the night. We were spooning, her breasts pushing into my back, both of us likely only a couple minutes away from conking out. It occurred to me that in the day and a half since she'd been altered by Dave, Simone, the new and highly enthusiastic lesbian, formerly the straight and borderline mousy Collette, had not once eaten my pussy. She'd fingered me, rubbed me and made me finger myself, and I'd certainly spent a lot of time with my tongue between her legs. But Dave had commanded her that any time she eats pussy all she would be able to think about was sucking a cock. She was afraid that if she started eating my pussy she wouldn't be able to get the thought of cock out of her head until she finally got to suck one. I let out a little sigh and Simone asked what brought that on. I hesitated and tried to say it was nothing, but she started nibbling at my earlobe and playing with one of my nipples until I finally gave in and told her what I'd been thinking, "Do you have any idea how incredibly difficult it's been to not just say screw it and eat you out until my tongue was numb? You are the sexiest, most scrumptious woman ever, a very giving lover and I hate that I can't please you the way you deserve. But it's OK because I love what he did to me." There went her programming again. I certainly understood her dilemma. Apparently we were going to be two frustrated lesbians. "Would it help if I didn't sleep in this bed with you?" I asked. "I mean last night was one thing, since things were supposed to be back to normal by now, but is this going to be a regular thing? I'm sure you've got a guest room or ten here somewhere, right?" Simone reached over my shoulder and rolled me over so I was facing her. "If you're uncomfortable here then certainly you can use one of the guest suites, and there's only four guest suites, smart-ass. But I want you with me. I need you with me. I'm scared, probably more than you are. And I don't want to be alone." "No, I feel the same way. I don't want to be alone either right now," I explained. "I just thought that maybe it would seem, I don't know, inappropriate? You're technically my employer now, and I don't want to take advantage of your trust. So-," and that's as far as I got until Simone put her finger on my lips. "This is your bed for as long as you're here. That's the last I want to hear about it." I leaned in and gave Simone a soft kiss to thank her. As I was finally drifting off it also occurred to me that Dave instilled in her a love of kinky stuff like leather and latex and bondage. I guess it hadn't come up yet because she didn't have any of that kind of stuff on hand. OK, this was going to be a very strange two months. I actually started to get a little tingling feeling both on my nipples and between my legs. I was the first to wake up as the sunlight started to poke through the blinds. Even asleep with her mouth half open she was sexy as hell. I guess I was too... I started reviewing my agenda for the day. I was going to have to go out in public, alone, for the first time as a woman. Even worse I was going to have to get into the cocoon. Actually, I was going to have to get into the damned thing twice today. Simone woke up shortly after I did and said it was time to get started, though not until she'd gotten us a couple cups of coffee. I was to be given a body the same size as the former Collette so her clothes would fit me, otherwise I'd have nothing to wear out in public for my shopping trip. We both put on the same bathrobes again, since that's all there was in her home that would fit either of us at the moment. Finally, despite my weak protests, it was time to climb back into the cocoon. I'd tried asking if we could both shower first, purely as a delay tactic, and while Simone's eyes lit up at the idea she quickly put a stop to that notion, saying there's no need for me to shower since I'd come out of the cocoon cleaner than I would from any shower. I was on the verge of panic, but I calmed myself down by accepting that I had little choice but to trust her. Since this body was only going to be temporary I didn't bother asking to see the simulation on the screen, I already knew I'd be the same size as Collette's old body and the rest of the details didn't seem to matter since I'd be changed again later in the day. I threw my last remaining shred of caution to the wind, dropped my robe and hopped into the cocoon. I tried to focus on the positives: As great as it felt when Simone played with my giant tits, they were rather heavy and they always seemed to get in the way when doing even simple things like eating at a table. I also didn't think I could handle going out in public with this body considering the attention it was guaranteed to attract. I wanted to be as inconspicuous as possible today. Simone finished up her work at the console, walked over to me, gave me a peck on the cheek followed by a quick nipple flick, closed the lid, then all went black... I awoke, still foggy, with Simone helping me swing my legs to the side so I could sit up. This body immediately felt different that my previous one. Everything including my breasts was much smaller. I felt lighter and weaker. Once I stood up I knew I was much shorter as my eyes were only at the level of the Simone's breasts. Just an hour ago I was a bit over six feet fall, now I was just barely over five feet, and it was strange having a lower perspective on everything. Simone was still wearing her robe but I noticed that while I was being remade she'd showered, dried her hair and re-done her makeup. Her styling wasn't extreme as it had been yesterday, her black hair falling on its own to the scruff of her neck, whereas yesterday she'd given it a lot of height and volume and sprayed it in place, so it actually looked longer today. Of course it was still sexy as hell, very smooth, shiny and swingy. Her makeup yesterday was there to intentionally attract attention while today it was far more subtle, just enhancing her already beautiful features. If I still had a cock it would have immediately sprung to attention. She was eying my body from top to bottom and making me feel a bit self- conscious. Simone walked me over to the same mirror where I'd first seen myself after my first turn in the cocoon and I finally got a good look at the temporary me. I was beautiful of course, with a face not too unlike Simone's, but plumper lips and larger, more innocent looking eyes. My body was compact with a trim waist and thin legs, not an ounce of fat to be found anywhere and breasts that appeared to be an average C-cup but they were young and perky with no sag at all to them. They certainly had less heft to them than my previous pair, and I wasn't worried that I was going to fall forward from being too top-heavy, though they certainly did feel good when they swung freely on their own. They felt even better when Simone decided to take them for a spin, cupping them from behind as if to weigh them. "These will have to do" she said with mock disappointment. My hair was brown and straight, falling to the tops of my shoulders. I think the strangest part was my hands. While I wasn't a large man I did have big hands, and my pervious female body did as well. Now my hands looked so small and dainty that it made everything else seem so much larger by comparison. If I had to guess I'd say I looked to be about 22 or 23 years old. "I picked some clothes out for you, the most appropriate selection I could find for someone your age," Simone said, and pointing to bed where she'd laid them out. It was a tidy pile of hot pink. So much for not attracting attention... I picked up the panties, pink with black trim and put them on rather easily. Then I picked up the matching pink bra and studied it for a few seconds. Simone watched me with a smirk on her face as I took one end of the bra in my right hand then reached behind my back and took it with my left. I fastened the clasp in the front just above my breasts then rotated the whole thing so the hooks were in the back. The next steps were to push the breasts down into the cups and put my arms under the shoulder straps. "Wow, I'm impressed. Most guys wouldn't have known how to do with that. Are you going to tell me you've never worn one of those before?" she asked incredulously. I chuckled a little bit. "Nope, never," I replied. "My mother wasn't very big on modesty. I must've seen her do that a hundred times." "Well, you did it like a pro, congratulations. So how does your first bra feel?" That was a good question. I shifted my shoulders back and forth then jumped up and down slightly. My breasts still moved a little bit but they held in place nicely. The support certainly made movement easier and put a lot less pressure on my back and shoulders compared to my previous set of tits. "Much better," I said. "In fact, now that I can feel the difference I promise to no longer suggest that women should go braless to make men happier." The next two items were bright pink stockings. I guess I wasn't going to be showing much skin today. "Too bad they're not the type that require garter belts. They're so much sexier," she purred. "Let me help you with those. Sit down." I complied and sat on the edge of the bed. Simone took one of the stockings and manipulated it into the shape of a donut. She took my left foot, kissed it and then covered my foot with the stocking. Next she kissed my ankle and slid the stocking up a few inches. She then repeated the process every few inches, taking her time and making me tingle all over. When she got to my panty-covered pussy she stopped then started over again on my right leg. She got to the top, licking the inside of my thigh, snapped the elastic band on the top of the stockings then started licking the panties covering my warm and rapidly moistening pussy. Simone used both hands to keep the panties spread out as a barrier to keep her from making direct contact. Unfortunately for me she stopped shortly after she started and the tingling feeling that had begun building up inside started to melt away, though I understood why she had to stop. I'm sure she was as disappointed as I was. "We are so going to have to figure out a way around my pussy eating problem," Simone complained. We were clearly on the same page. I stood up and pulled the pink dress over my head. Simone called it a "sweater dress." It had long sleeves, a loose, wide neck opening at the top that was low enough to show off my cleavage and it fell to halfway down my thighs. She picked up a thick black belt with a large, shiny pink buckle and fastened it around my waist. Simone wrapped her arms around my waist from behind and it made me feel so small. As I admired myself in the mirror Simone bent over to pick something up, then presented me with a pair of high-heeled pink shoes. The heels looked to be about three inches, which was three inches taller than any heels I'd ever worn before. Remembering how I'd mentioned that I didn't know squat about women's shoes she told me these were "pumps" and that she'd start giving me shoe and clothing lessons later tonight. I didn't want to disappoint Simone, so I put the shoes on the floor in front of me, slipped my left foot in then my right foot. The shoes fit well, I guess, but the feeling of standing up with my feet pointing down was uncomfortable. I took a few tentative steps, and based on the way I felt I must have looked like a newly born fawn walking on wobbly legs. I stopped, steadied myself and tried again. This time I got four steps until my left ankle gave way and I'd probably have broken a bone had Simone not caught me. I felt so small in her arms and she held me effortlessly. She then shifted her arms beneath me leaving me in a position as if she were carrying me across a threshold. "So, shall I find you some smaller heels?" she asked with a twinkle in her eyes as she put me back down on the bed. Simone walked over to a blank spot on the wall and tapped it three times. With that a door-sized portion of the wall I'd not noticed before moved backwards three inches then slid aside. "Hidden closet," she said, looking at me with a smirk and waving me over to join her. I followed her and was stunned at what a saw. The "closet" was easily as big as the already large bedroom, possibly bigger. There were racks and racks of clothes, shoes and other boxes. "What a pity none of this will fit me any longer," she said. "Some charity is going to get very lucky. And it's going to be so much fun filling it up again." She turned a corner then effortlessly reached for a pair of shoes from the top shelf. "I used to need a step stool to reach the top. I like this much better." she said. Simone handed me the shoes, also pumps but with a much smaller heel than the previous pair. I slipped them on and they felt good. I was able to walk with little difficulty and after taking fifteen steps away then back again I thought I'd gotten the hang of it. Simone's laughter was a sign that I hadn't. "That was one of the least sexy walks I've ever seen," she said. "You're not a man any more, stop walking like one." "Come on, I'm new at this," I pleaded. "If you'd just found yourself transformed into a guy you'd probably have the swishiest walk ever seen on a man!" "OK, good point. Now just listen: Instead of just moving your legs forward from the thigh try initiating the step from the hip. That'll force you to move your hip forward with each step. And let your arms swing with your hips naturally." It took some practice but I got the hang of it. I can't say I felt feminine but Simone said only someone watching me very closely would think there was something funny about me. Once she was satisfied she walked me over to a lighted vanity and opened a few drawers. She took out a handful of assorted bracelets and rings, then selected a few and put then on my wrists and a few fingers. Then she took out a pair of earrings, thick pink hoops about two inches wide and proceeded to insert them into the holes in my ears I didn't even know I had. I guess the cocoon could be used as the world's most expensive ear piercing gun. I'd never worn earrings before and the sensation was certainly interesting. If felt like they were constantly moving and pulling on my earlobes. "Now my favorite part, let's go downstairs and do your hair and makeup!" she practically squealed. "Hold on a second. I'm just going to run to a few stores, right? Do I really have to go through all that?" I was hoping to get my public excursion done as quickly as possible. Simone had disapproval written all over her face. "Two things: First, your appearance is very important to me, particularly if you'll be working in my salon. You are going to have to learn how to fix your own hair and makeup and learn to dress and accessorize yourself, and I expect you to do so every day, not just days when you'll be in the salon. You'll learn the difference between the professional appearance for the salon and what turns me on." I suppose I didn't have much of an issue with that, especially in light of the money she was going to be paying me. Whether I had any talent for it is another story. "More importantly," Simone continued, "the places you'll be going today are not the kind of stores you're probably used to. They are high-end, the most expensive and exclusive shops in the city, and you do not just walk in there all unkempt. You go there to make an impression, understand?" I did understand and told her so followed by an apology. She was my boss, more like a benefactor really, and given the circumstances I really did want to do everything I could to help make her happy. So if it meant I'd have to be an extreme girly-girl to please her, I could live with that. Simone confirmed her acceptance of my apology by pulling me in for a long, hard, deep kiss, once again pushing her tongue down into my mouth. It was different than it was yesterday because of the sheer difference in our sizes. She held me so strongly that I was helpless to move as she probed my mouth. I quickly gave up the urge to struggle, instead I relaxed and let Simone do what she wanted and it felt good. Once she'd had her fill of me we went back downstairs to the salon through the back entrance. I took a seat in the same chair I'd used yesterday and Simone wrapped a cape around me. Then she adjusted the height of the chair since the last time I was in it I was about a foot taller. Simone took my chin in her hand and started turning my head up and down then side to side, gauging what she had to work with. She picked up some of my hair and moved it in a couple directions, then letting it fall on its own. The smile on her face told me she'd decided what she wanted to do to me. She pulled a cart full of supplies over next to the chair. It was nice to be able to see and feel what she was doing this time considering how she wanted my makeover yesterday to be a complete surprise. I figured I might as well watch in the mirror to see what she was doing. The first thing Simone did was to use the opposite end of a comb to separate my hair on a straight line about one inch above my left ear then going all the way around the back of my head and around the front to me right ear. She used a clip to gather all of the hair on the top in one bunch. "This is going to be fun," she said with a wicked grin on her face. With that she reached into the cart and pulled out an electric trimmer. Then without warning she started buzzing off all of the hair that wasn't clipped up top. I nearly jumped out of my seat but Simone had anticipated that and effortlessly kept me in place. "Just trust me, OK?" she said more like a command than a question. "I know what I'm doing and if I want to shave you bald and paint your scalp green then that's what I'm going to do," she said. She waited a few second for that to sink in then added "Don't worry, I'm not going to do that. Not today anyway..." Simone then continued her work with the trimmer that was making my entire head tingle. "Then can I ask just what you are doing?" I asked. "This seems a bit drastic, doesn't it? "Well, I'll admit I am being a bit self-indulgent," she admitted while maintaining her work with the clippers. I could see she was leaving the hairs slightly longer than peach fuzz, perhaps a quarter of an inch at most. "Most of my clientele are upscale and elegant. Once they have a 'look' they tend to stick with it. They're generally resistant to big change and when they do it's usually subtle. Don't get me wrong, I love my clients and wouldn't trade them at all, but once in a while I get a client willing to do something extreme or wild and it really makes my day. So I've decided to just go all out with you, something totally avant-garde. I promise you'll love it and if for some reason you don't you only have to keep it until tonight anyway, OK?" Once again I figured I might as well go with the flow. I already knew I was going to have a stylish look, and it sounded like I was going to look like a fashion runway model when she was done. When Simone finished with the trimmer she rubbed her hands all over the nape of my neck and it felt wonderful and far more erotic than I expected. After that she undid the clip and held the remaining hair above my head and with scissors she cut it all to about four or five inches long. When she let it go it all fell to one side leaving one side of my near-shaven head completely exposed and the other side peeking out from the bottom. I realized that having super-short hair meant I wouldn't have to worry about hair getting in my face. Considering how little hair was left it was going to be very light, and that would probably feel good on a nice breezy day like today. The next phase was the color. Simone went to her magic cabinet and started mixing concoctions in three small bowls like a mad scientist. I asked her what the colors were, explaining that I knew enough that just because her "potion" was a particular color it didn't mean that the hair would actually end up being that color. She asked me to just let it be a surprise so I let it drop. Simone applied the lighter colored goop to the long sections on top then put the darker color over my shaven parts. Once again the whole process was starting to feel wonderful. She hadn't done anything with the third bowl, but I didn't bother asking about it. When she was done she swung the glowing rings over my head and I felt the heat coming from them to bake the color into my hair. While the color was setting Simone brought over the magic box to do my fingernails. I was not surprised when they came out hot pink. They were also shorter than she'd made them yesterday. I hadn't had to do much while I had those long nails except to pleasure Simone and use eating utensils, but they were difficult so I was happy that today's nails were more manageable. It only took about fifteen minutes but it felt like an eternity until she finally washed the color out of my hair. The top, while still wet, was clearly platinum like it was yesterday. The strange part was that the short shaved parts were deep red. It was certainly an exotic contrast. We walked back to the styling chair where Simone blew my hair dry, which only took about a minute. The blonde started looking much lighter as it was drying. Once dry she started taking some of the strands of blonde and coloring them with the third goop and wrapping them in foil. I didn't have to be a psychic to know these were going to be pink highlights. After only a few minutes under the drying ring it was back to the rinse basin where the foil came out and my hair was washed and conditioned once again. Of course it was then back to the chair one last time where the comb and scissors came out and Simone attacked my hair with glee. I lost maybe another inch of length altogether. The blow dryer came out again as she used it to dry the hair while directing it up and back from the hair line. She applied some lotion to her hands and rubbed it all through my hair then started shaping the hair. After using a tiny razor to make the edges perfectly even she proclaimed my hair done. I looked in the mirror and felt a little silly yet stimulated. My hair looked like a big swirl of pink and vanilla frosting on a red cupcake. I was still attractive enough with my dress and earrings, and I certainly wouldn't have kicked the girl in the mirror out of bed, but it was still strange. "Simone, you are clearly a talented artist, but is this really the way I have to look today? What kind of women go out in public looking like this?" I asked. "I never see women like this in real life." "Are you kidding?" Simone asked back. "This type of look is all the rage in the fashion circles. You obviously hang out in all the wrong places. And I guess you don't read Vogue, do you?" Without bothering to wait for me to say no she reached into the side pocket of the chair and pulled out a digipad. With a few taps and swipes she had called up the current issue of Vogue then handed it to me. "Here, check this out while I do your makeup." The model on the cover page had a more traditional short haircut but as I flipped through the pages I saw lots of stylish women whose looks were far more unusual and outrageous than mine. Most of them were hot too, even if they were on the skinny side. "I went to one of the shops I'm sending you to today before, maybe three years ago. I felt out of place because the old me preferred a more conservative style as well. However, I'd seen their clothes in a magazine and really liked them, and I could buy the entire store a thousand times over, but I just felt out of place. Now that I look like this they'd probably pay me to wear their clothes but I can't even go out in public." Simone looked over my shoulder and noticed me lingering over a picture of a particularly captivating woman. The Asian model's head was completely shaven on the left side. The rest of her jet black hair was brushed upwards and over her right ear, creating a height of about eight or nine inches then curling at the end over her right ear. "So, you like that look, do you?" "I suppose so. It works for her I guess, but I don't think I'd want to look like that." "I know I'd like it if you did. Anyone with the right face and body could really carry off a look like that. Actually, I could make you look exactly like that! Imagine how much fun you could have with practically every guy and a lot of women practically drooling over you and willing to do anything you ask just by sticking your chest out and fluttering your eyelashes." "But I don't want that kind of attention." "Not even from me? "That's different. There's no way the girl in the picture goes anywhere without everyone checking her out and I know a lot of guys who wouldn't stop at just staring and drooling" "Do you know what the real difference is? It's confidence. There women own their looks. Check out the looks on their faces. They don't give a shit what anybody thinks. Their look says 'I look like this because I want to, not to make myself attractive to you.' That's the attitude I want you to take. Didn't you say you were attracted to confident women?" "I understand that but I don't know if I can buy into it, maybe not yet anyway." "Fine, but be honest with me: You check out practically every woman when you're out in public, right?" "Not every woman..." "Come on, admit it. You check out almost every woman you see. You're a guy, you can't help it. So here's the deal: Women know they're constantly being stared at and sized up, being looked at as an object. That's the first thing you're going to notice when you go out today. But you know what else? Most guys are afraid to approach strong, confident women. No matter how much they may fantasize about a woman like that most don't have the balls to talk to them. So when you go out today, most guys are just going to leave you alone. They may think of you when they jerk off when they get home, but they're not going to bother you. OK, there are some jerks who will proposition practically any woman and the only reason those guys ever get lucky is because if you hit on enough women, statistically you've eventually going to get lucky. But women know how to identify those jerks and ignore them most of the time." I let her words sink in and decided to make the best of it. I would muster up all the confidence I could when I ventured out. Simone had continued to work on my makeup while the whole time, apparently quite accustomed to working and talking simultaneously. I finally got to see the finished product and I truly did look like a model. "I can't wait until you get home and into the bedroom," she said as I was admiring myself. My eyebrows were thin red lines that matched the red in my hair and my lips matched that red as well. The lipstick made my lips look much fuller. My cheeks and eyelids were, or course, pink. I really looked like I belonged on those pages of Vogue with the other models except most of those girls were taller than me. Back upstairs we went then Simone told me to wait while she grabbed a few things. She came back quickly with a small purse in one hand, pink of course, and a few other things in her other hand. There was a compact, a tube of lipstick ("Remember to refresh it after you eat, cutie," she admonished), an e-key to the front door for when I returned, her phone (she wasn't a fan of the phone implants), a stack of cash and a credit card. I sudden ominous thought came to me. "Uh-oh," I said. "We have a problem. This credit card has your name on it but I don't have any ID." "Don't worry about that. Where you're going they're never going to ask for identification. That would be rude of them." "But what about fingerprint verification for the credit card?" "Don't worry about that either, I thought ahead. You have my old fingerprints. They won't look at the card, trust me. They won't even touch it, that's considered rude as well. They'll bring you the reader then you'll tap it and put your finger in for verification." That was smart of her. Finally she handed me a printout listing five shops in the city. "Here's your itinerary," she said. "I've already submitted orders to the first two on the list and I'll send the rest of the orders before you're done with the second." "OH!" she said abruptly. "I forgot, your name is 'Kimmy'." I had to give the shops the name of the person who'd be coming by, so I had to come up with something. I hope you don't mind, Kimmy." 'Kimmy' I thought. The girl I was looking at in the mirror could certainly be a Kimmy. It sounded like a light, fun name and that certainly described my appearance, so I accepted it. "Hi I'm Kimmy," I said, reaching my hand out. "Nice to meet you." Simone took my hand and kissed it. "Hello Kimmy, nice to meet you as well. Anyway, while you're out if you see anything else you like or want just go ahead and buy it. All of these places will have valet parking. Just remember to avoid giving anyone a free show when you get in and out of the car. And don't forget about swinging by your old apartment to pay off the advance rent. There should be more than enough cash to over three months. Bring back anything you like, I'm going to get a room ready for you while you're gone that'll be all yours. It can be your 'girl cave.' But you're still sleeping next to me." That sounded like a great arrangement to me. "Now, let's go to the garage," she said excitedly, taking my hand and leading me to the front door. We walked out the front door into the lobby area, but all I saw was the stairway leading down to the street. Were we going to have to walk down to the street with Simone in her robe to get to the garage? No, we weren't. "Platypus," Simone said out loud for seemingly no reason. Apparently that was the password for the garage elevator, because as soon as she said it the entire wall at the end of the hallway opened up to reveal an elevator. Without physical inspection nobody would ever have known the elevator was there at all. The same password accessed the elevator from the garage, though it was not camouflaged there. The garage itself had two levels and only Collette had access to the lower level where she kept all of her cars. The upper level parking was at street level and had enough spots for her employees, customers and guests. The elevator door opened to show a dozen ridiculously expensive luxury cars of different shapes and sizes. A metal box on the wall contained all of the e-keys. Simone took one of them from its hook, gave it to me and told me to follow her. We walked past some beautiful machines, one or two old enough to look like they might still have used gasoline. She stopped when we got to the largest car, a family-style vehicle, though clearly for a very rich family. The selection made sense since I was going to be doing a lot of shopping and would need a lot of storage space. I suppose I'd have a chance to ride in one of the sportier models some other time. The only thing left to do was get my good-bye kiss and take off on my journey. Simone certainly took her time with the kiss, making me feel so small and helpless. She opened the car door for me and helped me in, making sure to cop several feels in the process. I sat in the driver's seat and it automatically adjusted to my height as did the side mirrors and the heads-up display that projected itself on the windshield. I got one more peck on the cheek then Simone closed the door and stepped away from the car. Touching the e-key to activate it, I read aloud the address of my first stop. "Preparing for departure" the car said in a sexy female voice (though didn't all cars have sexy female voices?). After repeating the address back to me for confirmation the car started moving backwards out of the parking spot on its own, then switching to forward and moving toward the garage ramp. I looked back to see Simone, having dropped her robe, lifting her breasts from underneath, using them to wave goodbye. They truly were magnificent breasts. Once she was out of view I focused on where I was going. I kept my hands on the wheel even though the car was driving itself. The garage gate opened as I approached it then I was out on the street. The car turned right and off I went. It only took two minutes until I got my first ogle. I was stopped at a light and a man in the passenger seat in the car to my left was staring at me. I'd only noticed him out of the corner of my eye and when I made the slightest turn in his direction he quickly faced forward, hoping I'd not noticed him. Wow, how many times had I been that guy, thinking the girl in the car next to me hadn't noticed me staring at her? This scenario repeated itself a few times before the car announced we had reached my destination, a shop called "Enchanted." The car pulled up to the valet stand and a young man scurried over to open the door for me. He was unfailingly polite as he gave me a ticket for the car after I'd stepped out. I tried instinctively to put the ticket in my jeans pocket and reach for my wallet, which must have been an odd sight to watch since I had neither. Once it occurred to me that I wasn't wearing jeans I figured I should just put the ticket in my purse... the purse I then realized I had left on the front seat of the car. The attendant was way ahead of me and had already ducked into the car to retrieve it for me. He certainly was a professional. I thanked him profusely, handing him a tip a fifty times larger than any tip I'd ever given a valet before, all the while feeling like my face was turning beet red. He maintained his courteous tone throughout and he wished me "Happy shopping" as I departed, though as I walked toward the store's entrance I caught a reflection of him smiling and staring directly at my ass. The first thing I noticed when I stepped into the shop was the smell. It was sweet and purfumey but not overpowering. Two incredibly beautiful and lifelike mannequins lined the sides of the entryway. One of them looked like its outfit was painted on while the other was more conservative. As I looked at them closely I imagined how I'd look in them in my current body, then how Simone would look in them. I realized I found the second one to be the more appealing of the two because it hinted at what was underneath rather than putting it all on display like the first. Would I have thought like that before I was put into a female body? Would I have considered it at all? I started to fear that the female chemistries in the bodies I've been in were affecting my mind. My budding panic was interrupted when I was greeted by a gorgeous woman welcoming me to the store, giving me a new reason to panic, or at least to be intimidated. She was even taller than Simone and with her six-inch heels she towered over me. Her brown hair was in a big, fancy up-do leaving her neck bare and adding even more to her height. Her black skirt was tight and ended a little above her knees and her blouse was loose making it difficult to guess her breast size, though I was certain that was one area in which she certainly couldn't compete with Simone. She eyed me up and down, taking in my appearance. Apparently I passed the inspection as she smiled and spoke with a voice like honey. "Good morning and welcome to Enchanted. I'm Gloria. How may I help you?" "Hi, my, uhhhhh, employer should have sent in an order," I stammered. She was standing so close that I had to crane my neck backwards if I wanted to see anything other than her chest. Her face lit up. "Oh yes, you must be Kimmy. We've been expecting you. Please have a seat," she said, motioning to a sofa behind her. "Everything is ready for you in the back, I just need to finish the paperwork. It should only be five minutes. Would you like anything while you wait? Coffee perhaps? Maybe some wine if it's not too early for you?" Coffee did sound good so I asked for a cup. I hadn't noticed until Gloria made a beckoning motion with her finger that there had been someone else standing only a few feet behind her. As if my eyes weren't already bulging out at Gloria, they must have popped completely out of their sockets at what I saw next. The other woman looked young, perhaps 21, with a small smile, a tiny frame and very large breasts held up high on display by a corset that appeared to be part of her shiny elegant gown. Her waist looked uncomfortably restrained. She had a giant jeweled necklace, more like a collar actually, that kept her looking forward at all times. I discovered she was even shorter than I'd first thought when I noticed she was wearing eight or nine inch heels with her feet pointing nearly straight down and she had to take short, measured steps to approach me. Her hair was completely shaved on the sides and back but was long and piled high on top in perfect, shiny golden curls. The finishing touch was her exotic makeup with lots of gold to match her hair. It was what I heard next, however, that completely stunned me. "My husband, Thomas, here, will get it for you." If I'd already had the coffee when she said that I'm sure I'd have spit it out all over the two women. Well, make that one woman and one man, despite appearances. Clearly expecting my surprise she said "Thomas will be happy to explain," and walked away. "Yes, Miss Gloria," Thomas replied with a voice like a five year old girl, then she turned to address me, having to turn at her shoulders because she couldn't turn her neck. "Please come with me to the lounge area, Miss Kimmy." I was starting to get seriously freaked out but followed Thomas anyway. She showed me to a comfortable seating area then slid open a panel revealing a beverage station. When she asked how I wanted my coffee I almost replied with my standard "strong and black" but I remembered I was now a pretty young girl and figured I should make more girlish decisions in public, so I asked for cream and extra sugar instead. "Yes Miss Kimmy. Coming right up Miss Kimmy," she said in that little girl voice. I tried not to stare at her while she worked. She was done thirty seconds later and brought me the coffee. "Your coffee, Miss Kimmy. Enjoy Miss Kimmy." This was getting even stranger by the minute. "You don't have to address me like that," I said, just to have something to say. She seemed to have to make an effort to keep the smile on her face. "Actually I do, Miss Kimmy. It's stipulated in my employment contract with Miss Gloria that I behave completely deferential and address all customers with the utmost respect at all times. Miss Gloria has placed a microphone in my necklace so she can monitor my demeanor and conversation at all times. Would you like me to tell you the entire situation Miss Kimmy?" Of course I had to hear the whole story, so I asked her to continue. "My pleasure Miss Kimmy. I was a bad husband. I cheated on my wife and stole money from her business to support my gambling habit. When Miss Gloria caught me she offered me a choice, either get a divorce in which I would be left penniless or spend one year as a woman working for her in her store during the day and as her personal maid at home. I truly do love my wife and I really was willing to do whatever it took to show her how sorry I was, so I accepted it. Can I answer anything else for you Miss Kimmy?" "Shall I assume you had no say regarding what you would look like?" "That is correct, Miss Kimmy. Miss Gloria wanted to ensure my punishment was both uncomfortable and humiliating. She designed my body to be small and weak and to attract attention. My feet are fixed pointing downward so that I cannot walk without these heels. My breasts are so heavy that I require the special support bras and corsets built into my dresses and maid uniforms so that I can walk. Miss Gloria also ensured that my breasts have very low sensitivity so that I would not be distracted by any pleasurable feelings. Is there anything else I can tell you Miss Kimmy?" "What about down below?" I just had to ask. "Actually, Miss Gloria had my penis enlarged, Miss Kimmy. Miss Gloria didn't want to be denied her sexual satisfaction. But it's locked up tightly and the lock is triggered by her voice command. It was intended to be frustrating and I can confirm that it is very much so, Miss Kimmy." At least he got to keep his dick through all this but yeah, I could see how keeping his dick would be worse than having it taken away in his situation. I know it was only two days since my dick went away but I had to admit that having a pussy wasn't the worst thing in the world. A glance at Thomas' crotch area confirmed a slight bulge. I was just amazed by all of this. "Is this even legal?" "Yes it is Miss Kimmy. I was allowed to have a lawyer review it on my behalf. Miss Gloria even had the contract ratified by a judge, approving all of the terms and addendums that could alter the terms, such as extensions for infractions and the arbitration process." "What kind of infractions are there?" this was getting creepy but I just had to know the whole story at this point. "Thank you for asking Miss Kimmy." Somehow, he maintained that forced smile on his face. "There are several infractions that can result in time being added to the initial one year period. For example, I must do my hair and makeup to Miss Gloria's satisfaction every day. Failure to meet her standards means a two-day penalty. Failure to treat customers such as yourself with perfect manners and respect can be up to five days. Failure to prepare a satisfactory meal or keep our home properly clean are also grounds for infractions. All potential infractions are reviewed by the arbitrator to ensure they are fair. There were no penalties for the first two weeks of my punishment period to allow me time to adapt to my new situation and to learn my new duties. It's all entirely reasonable, Miss Kimmy." My curiosity was not yet satisfied though. "How far into your punishment are you?" "The punishment began four months ago, Miss Kimmy. I have since accumulated 46 extra days of punishment, so I have approximately ten months to go, Miss Kimmy." I finally tasted the coffee and it was good. Why had I been drinking it black all those years? Any further thoughts about coffee or Thomas' bizarre punishment were put on hold when Gloria walked in and announced that my order was ready. We processed my transaction without a hitch, the credit card and fingerprint working just as Simone had said they would. The bags with boxes rolled out on a robot cart. She thanked me for the purchase and told me to thank my employer who called in the order. It didn't take long for me to figure out that Simone had heard about this situation before and made sure to send me here today. It was clear that she'd taken Thomas' punishment as the inspiration for what she did to Dave, though she took it to quite an extreme. Granted, what Thomas did to his wife hardly compared to what Dave did to Simone. "I just realized something," Gloria said to me as I was getting up and preparing to leave. "None of the purchases are in your size." "That's correct. Everything is for my employer and her friend," I replied, thinking quickly to come up with the word "friend." "A friend? I see." A knowing smile crept across her face and she decrypted that. "Well, this was quite a large purchase and it's a shame none of it is for you. I have some dresses that would look absolutely darling on you. I'd be happy to give you one if you'd just try it on for me." "Oh, well, thank you for the generous offer, but I just couldn't. I have some other errands to run today and I need to keep to my schedule." Of course, I couldn't tell her that by the end of the day "Kimmy" would no longer exist. Gloria leaned closer to me and started whispering to make sure Thomas couldn't hear her. "Are you sure? I'd have Thomas help you in the dressing room and I can tell that he is very attracted to you. There's a sensor in his little cock cage and I can tell he's really struggling to get hard right now. It would just drive him crazy!" She gave me a glimpse of the small datapad she was holding in her hand. The heading read "penile stimulation level" and the indicator bar was well into the red section. That was just way too much for me to wrap my head around. I'm a guy stuck in a girl's body being asked to tease a man forced into the body of a woman with an inaccessible penis as punishment. "I'm flattered, but I have to decline. I'm on the clock," I said, trying not to stammer as I thought of something to say that would help get me out of there. "But I'd be happy to come back again when I have a day off." I hoped that would hasten my exit, and it did. Gloria seemed excited at the prospect of my return, though I avoided looking at Thomas' face. I got back to the car where the valet loaded the boxes into the back. I tipped him again, the equal of the tip I gave him earlier, then drove off to my next destination. Fortunately, none of the rest of my stops were perfectly normal, no kinkiness like I'd encountered at Enchanted. By 3:30 I'd stopped at a total of six stores including one exclusively for lingerie, one for swimwear and active wear, one for casual, one for clubwear (a new term I learned at that store, otherwise I'd have referred to it as slutwear) and finally, one for shoes. I didn't bother inspecting any of the items, opting to trust Simone. My final stop was my apartment. I was relieved when neither my landlord nor his wife were home, so I scribbled a quick note explaining I was going away to a job training course and might not be back for a while so I was paying three months' rent in advance. I attached the note to the stack of cash which I then shoved through the in-slot in their office door. I entered my apartment and looked around for anything I'd want to take back with me to Simone's place, but as I looked over my crap I realized that's all it was. I thought about the XboxOmega7200, but passed when I remembered that Save had probably stolen it, and if I wanted one at Simone's place, I'm sure I'd only have to ask. Besides, I liked Simone's ideas of games much better. Even the few items with any sentimental value weren't particularly special so I just left it all behind. It would all still be there when I was done working for Simone and even if the place burnt down while I was gone, I wouldn't miss any of it. The fact that I'd be able to buy all new stuff when I was done made the decision even easier. I left my apartment empty-handed and got back to the car. I phoned Simone to let her know I'd be back in about twenty minutes. The car pulled into the garage, which had opened automatically, of course, and drove down to the parking space. Simone was there, waiting for me in her robe, and as I got out she gave me one of those long, probing kisses she loves so much. It took us a couple of trips but we managed to get everything up to her "closet". She'd apparently spent some time removing much of her old clothes to make room for the new purchases. Simone said she'd contacted a charity to haul it all away tomorrow but insisted they send only female workers. It was a little on the early side for dinner, which was already in the oven and smelled delicious, so Simone brought over a bottle of wine and two glasses. We sat next to each other on the sofa and I told her all about my day. She extracted a confession from me that I was kind of enjoying being a girl and the attention I get. "You did a great job today and I have a reward for you, something I can't wait to give you any longer," Simone said. With that, she stood up, put her glass down, took mine out of my hand and put it on the table as well. Then without warning she pulled me dress up over my waist. Moving quickly, she pulled a pair of scissors out from under a cushion where she must have hidden then and cut off my panties. Using her superior strength to keep me from moving, she spread my legs apart and buried her face in my pussy. Simone was eating my pussy rather ravenously, which would be great if it didn't mean that she was about to suffer an irresistible urge to suck cock...