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Have you ever experienced panic and euphoria at the same time? Simone had torn my panties off and thrown me to the bed, then started eating my pussy as if her life depended on it. I had been feeling tingly all day and I was very horny once I'd returned to the apartment, so her actions now pushed me into ecstasy. Given the differences in our size, she was easily able to keep me pinned down and after a few minutes, I stopped struggling and tried to enjoy it. The only times I didn't feel her tongue were when she came up for air or to tell me how great my pussy tasted. Unfortunately, the problem remained that she was conditioned to want and need to suck cock any time she ate pussy, and given the immediate lack of males in the bedroom, we were going to have a problem. Simone met my protests with assurances of "Don't worry" and "It'll be OK, trust me." These last few days had been so bizarre that I finally gave in, massaging my tits below my dress and bra to add to the pleasure. It would not take long until I had the strongest orgasm of my short time as a female. My back arched so violently that it freed me from Simone's entrapment. I squirted my juices all of Simone's face, but that didn't stop her. Somehow, I managed to form a coherent thought that she must have designed this body to have very strong and easily achieved orgasms, which could have explained why I'd been so on edge the whole day. She continued nibbling and gnawing and licking and flicking as I started building up to another climax, but then she slowed down and her murmuring stopped as well. I managed to crane my neck to see that she looked like she was forcing herself to continue, as if fighting some unseen urge. That turned out to be exactly the case when she yelled "I can't wait any more, I need to suck your cock now!" The orgasm I'd been building to dissipated immediately. "Simone, calm down," I pleaded. "I don't have a dick any more, remember?" "Not yet you don't," she said with a wicked grin on her face. She reached quickly under the bed and pulled out a black box about the size of a shoebox. She pressed a button on the side of the box and it opened itself lengthwise. Her long fingers reached in and pulled out a flaccid penis, just like the one used in the porn we watched the other night. Actually, this one looked much larger. Before I could react, Simone grabbed me by one of my ankles and pulled me toward her until I was off the bed and standing, then she knelt down in front of me. I'd taken my shoes off almost immediately after getting back to Simone's place earlier while she'd left hers on, making me feel even smaller and helpless in her clutches. She pulled my dress off over my head and detached my bra, freeing my tits. I was left wearing only my pink tights. It became clear she was going to attach the artificial dick to me to satisfy her needs. I wasn't sure how much I liked this plan, and I certainly wish I'd been consulted ahead of time. "Can't you just put me in the cocoon and make me a man again?" I asked. "No, no men allowed. I just need a dick, I need it now, and this is it," she said as she showed it to me, with the strange tubes and tendrils behind the balls. It finally clicked that with her instilled fear of men, she only needed a dick and apparently, a real girl wearing a fake dick would be enough to satisfy her, or at least I hoped so. Simone pushed the tube part into my pussy and instantly my brain was jolted. For a second every nerve in my body was alive then everything felt wobbly, followed by a sense of strength. I looked down at my crotch and once again I had a dick. I could see the tendrils reaching out on their own, burrowing into me like self-directed threads, then tightening themselves, bringing the dick closer to my body the same way that the two sides of the shoe come together when you pull on the laces. Once it was completely attached, I no longer felt like I had a pussy. I had a dick and it felt real! Actually, it felt much better than real somehow. Watching the look on my face Simone said she had the sensitivity turned up to maximum. That explained that. Why did everything have to be turned up to eleven with her? But the real difference between this dick and my real one was the size. This one looked bigger flaccid than my original one did fully erect. It was not going to remain limp for long as Simone stood me up after which she got repositioned herself on her knees and began kissing the dick all over. My old dick never felt anywhere near this good. Whoever designed the fake dick to simulate the feel of the real thing did an incredible job. Everything felt like the real thing but more intense. I looked down at Simone's beautiful face and she looked back, maintaining eye contact as she took as much of the growing dick in her mouth as she could, smiling the whole time. The two times in my life I was lucky enough on the receiving end of a blow job, the girl had insisted it be in the dark and under the covers and there had been little enjoyable about it. Now I knew what I was missing. The dick reached full erection and it felt even bigger than it looked, and it looked big. Not only was it big, but the throbbing sensation made it feel hard enough to hammer nails. Simone wrapped both of her hands on the shaft as if grabbing a baseball bat, still leaving a few inches at the end for her to kiss and suck, which she did while continuing to look up at me. As erotic as it was, her styled hair and heavy makeup, seemingly undamaged from her pussy eating a few moments ago, added to the glamour of the whole situation. I don't know how much porn the former Collette had ever watched or whether she performed like this for her late husband, but she was as into it as any porn actress I had ever seen, and I have seen my fair share of porn. I wondered if this now made me a transsexual. Or, more correctly, a temporary transsexual? Or am I a reverse transsexual? What I did know was that I was now a cute girl with red, pink and blonde hair, average sized but firm and perky tits and a giant dick that would look too large on a man eight feet tall and I had never been happier in my life. I'd been using my hands to steady myself on the edge of the bed. I looked down at Simone again when she smiled from the corners of her mouth and widened her eyes as if she was inviting me to do something. Hoping I was guessing right I took my hands, reached under the hair over both her ears, grabbed her head and started fucking her face. I couldn't thrust too far in or out since she could barely get her mouth around the entire circumference, and I could actually feel minor pain from her teeth, but her growing smile and her eyes told me I had guessed correctly. With her hands now free, she started playing with her tits and started moaning the most amazing moans anyone could ever hope to hear. I hadn't realized I was moaning with pleasure as well, though they came out as tiny little squeaks, nowhere near as erotic as Simone's. Just the like the real thing, I could feel the pressure building when I was getting close to cumming. Also like the real thing, I could feel the ability to try to fight it in order to keep from coming too soon. Simone could sense my hesitation as it interrupted the rhythm we'd established, so she changed things up. She raised herself higher, sadly releasing my dick from her mouth, but then she pushed my rock hard dick upwards, repositioned herself with her chest out and proceeded to give me an incredible tit-fuck. Only next to the giant dick did her tits not look outrageous, just merely overly large in comparison. She rubbed her tits all over the shaft and started sucking on the tip again. The pressure and pleasure combined brought me even closer to cumming. Somehow, Simone sensed that as well and backed up a little so she could go back to the two-handed blowjob, which she then resumed with even more intensity. Faster and faster she went, bringing me to the point of no return, squeezing and tugging harder and sucking wildly. It was strange to feel pain when she would grab the dick too hard or the ticklishness when she cradled the balls. Finally, Simone could feel my trembling and knew the main event was near. "Come all over me you little slut!" she implored, and that was all I needed to push me over the edge. I couldn't help it and I gave in to the pressure. Releasing all control I'd been exerting over the dick, I exploded cum all over Simone, her face, her hair, her neck and her chest. I didn't think it was possible to create that much cum at one time, yet she grabbed the dick and squeezed the last remnants out onto her tongue, which she happily lapped up. She was practically coated with goo all over, and she was taking her fingers to scoop it and lick it up. The sensations still felt just as my real dick used to feel. My heart was beating rapidly and I had a light sheen of sweat all over, though I could also feel some of the full-body tremble I felt from my earlier female orgasm. I was officially in heaven. Simone stood up and towered over me once again. She quickly grabbed me by the hair and used it to jerk my head backwards, then she moved in to give me a kiss. I didn't want a cum-covered kiss but I couldn't get out of her grip. Quickly I wondered just where the cum had come from and realized that there was no way it could have been real male sperm, and Simone didn't seem to have a problem with taking it in her mouth, so I just steeled myself. Her goo-covered lips touched mine. I kept my lips closed, but with her free hand Simone tickled the side of one of my tits which caused me to reflexively open my touch just a bit. That was clearly her intent as it gave her an opening to drive her tongue into my mouth and force some of the cum she'd saved in her mouth into mine. I had no choice but to taste it, and while I expected it to taste like disgusting salty slime, imagine my surprise when I found it tasted like... strawberries? "Yummy, isn't it? So much better than icky man-sperm. Same texture though," Simone said. "It's also available in chocolate, cherry, orange, pomegranate and sperm flavor, though how they got the taste of that right I don't want to know. "Now grab a sheet and cover yourself up before I have to start over again. And you should grab that bottle of water on the nightstand and drink up. The device actually extracts some of the moisture from your body and mixes it with the flavor and texturizer, some kind of gelatin extract I think, to make the cum, so you need to hydrate." She released me from her embrace and I covered up and drank the water as suggested, finishing about half the bottle. As I started drinking, I could feel the giant dick and balls hanging from my body as if they had always been there. "Wait a second," I said, a thought suddenly occurring to me. "Are you going to tell me that you've had this dick here all along? "No, right after you left this morning I did some shopping online and I found a local merchant with who had this and a few other fun items we'll both get to play with. Although now I know why he tried to talk me out of asking for the largest one he had in stock. Now I kind of wish I had listened. I guess there is such a thing as too much of a good thing. How about I order one of each size tomorrow? "Oh, even better, I found a personal courier company that could guarantee delivery by a woman. She was cute too and probably rather curious considering she picked up a rather large order at an adult shop. I give her a ridiculous tip and told her I will be sure to request her specifically next time." I recalled what she said about one of the privileges of being rich is just about anything you want can be delivered. "Wait a second, doesn't that mean all the clothes I went shopping for today could have been delivered as well?" Despite my physical euphoria, I was getting annoyed at the thought that everything I did today was unnecessary. "Well, probably, yes," she admitted. "But there were two reasons. First was to get you out of here so I could make some arrangements. Understand, I already trust you implicitly, but I wanted to get a lot done today and I thought I could get more done without the distraction. Also, I thought getting you out in public for your first time as a woman would be good for you and this was a good opportunity." "Even if I agreed with you, you don't have to manipulate me like that. I thought we agreed to honesty and transparency. You don't get to decide by yourself what's best for me." "You're right, and I am sorry. I promise this will be the last time. We both have to make adjustments here and I there's so much at stake, so I'm sorry I didn't take a little more time to think things through and ask you. And I think you liked that present, didn't you?" she asked with that beautiful evil grin. I was about to show her how much I enjoyed it by whipping the sheet off and letting her conditioning kick in once again. I wondered if the dick was realistic enough to simulate the second and subsequent orgasms taking longer and feeling less intense when the sound of the oven chiming interrupted our argument. "How about we have dinner before it burns? We can talk while we eat. Besides, one of us will be getting back in the cocoon tonight and we've both got an early day at work tomorrow," Simone suggested. Part of me wanted to forgive her, and that part must have been the hungry part of me as well, so I agreed and she went off to the kitchen. I was naked and Simone had cut my panties off earlier, after which I realized there was no way the panties could even begin to cover the giant trouser snake, so I just grabbed the dress I'd worn all day and put it back on. As I lowered it past my waist, I realized the fake dick had once again reached full erection, which meant the only way to get the dress on fully was to push it flat against my chest and lower the dress over it. The tip of the dick rested right between my breasts and the balls almost hung below the hem of the dress. I tried willing it to go down but it was not responsive, so I tried thinking of baseball instead. Amazingly, it worked, though when I stood up and adjusted the dress I noticed that even soft the giant dick stuck out below the hem. While I was planning to expose the dick after we finished eating, under the pretense of offering Simone dessert, I couldn't let her see it until we were done. I reached down, grabbed the dick and pushed it up against my belly, letting the tightness of the dress hold it in place. I just had to make sure I didn't get another erection until I was ready. Simone noticed the ridiculous bulge when I get to the dining room where she had begun putting the food out on the tables. "Would you like me to tell you how to detach it?" Simone asked. I didn't care that I was nearly a foot shorter than Simone was; I was going to take charge of the situation. "No, it's staying on for now. You are not done with it tonight." "Yes, dear" she replied with a grin. Dinner was spectacular, pretty much as I expected. We sat across from each other at the intimate candlelit table, but sitting at the table was difficult since I could not close with the giant testicles resting on the chair. I took some time to tell Simone about my day. Of course, I told her every detail about Thomas and his wife Gloria at Enchanted. Simone said she'd heard about something like that but did not know who was involved or the name of the store. Simone told me a bit more about the salon as we ate. There were three other stylists who I would meet tomorrow, one shampoo girl and I was to be the receptionist and floor manager. I was going to be responsible for scheduling, retail sales and inventory, as well as cater to anything else the clients needed during their visit. She had made up some charts that would help me allot time for appointments that I could use for reference and said she'd put some other notes behind my station in the salon that would help me with anything I needed to know. Apparently, there was a wine fridge with a wide selection of wines for me to offer the clients while they waited, so would need to learn a little something about wines in addition to all of the other salon services. We'd finished eating, sipping at the last of the wine and talking more about the salon when I decided it was time to make my move. I "accidentally" knocked a fork on the floor. I leaned over to try to pick it up and made a show of kicking the underside of the table with my right knee. I popped back up and said I'd accidentally kicked the fork too far and it was by her feet. As soon as Simone leaned over, I pulled my dress up, freeing the dick and balls from confinement. I knew without a doubt that Simone had seen it and her compulsion kicked in when she said, "You bitch," albeit without any anger. She crawled to me under the table, her large frame shaking the table as she moved, and greedily took the dick in her mouth. It was somehow more erotic considering I couldn't see her beneath the wooden table. I spread my legs apart so my balls could lay flat and scooted my butt forward on the chair to give Collette more dick to work with. And work she did... I just relaxed and enjoyed the bliss for a few minutes, even pouring myself a little more wine while she continued. Being so big, she couldn't really take the whole shaft in her mouth, and maneuvering below the table wasn't easy. As much as I thought about just cumming all over her without warning, I also felt a little guilty about forcing her into the awkward position under the table. My position on the chair wasn't particularly comfortable either, so I decided to move the show to the bedroom where things could be a mutually enjoyable. I pushed the chair back away from the table without alerting Simone and like a cat on all fours, she leapt forward, lunging at the cock that she absolutely had to have. Fortunately, I'd anticipated such a move and made sure I'd moved back far enough from the table that I could safely get the cock out of her reach. I sprinted for the bedroom. Normally I'd never be able to outrun Simone and her long, gorgeous legs, but since she needed time to get up from under the table, I made it to the bed easily. "Come and get it!" I called teasingly. The look of determined lust on Simone's face was scary. I really believed that if I had run out the door she would have followed me and sucked off the first man she saw on the street. I positioned myself flat on the bed with my head on the pillows, the dick standing straight up at a ninety degree angle, still looking too large to be natural on any man, and even more ridiculous on my tiny female frame. I started trying to pull the dress over my head when Simone pounced on the bed and resumed the blowjob with a frenzy. "Don't you... ever... take your... dick away from... me like... that... again...," she sputtered out between sucks and licks. By that point I had the dress completely off and was left wearing only my tights. I managed to twist my torso a bit to grab Simone from the inside of one of her thighs and pull her towards me. Clearly, she did not want to move and I wasn't strong enough to budge her. She wasn't getting the hint, so I was going to have to take the direct route. "Get your pussy over my face now, you slut!" I demanded. She responded with an enthusiastic moan and complied without once taking her mouth off my dick, just rotating her lower body until she was in the proper position with my head between her legs. It didn't take long with me eating her pussy until Simone starting quivering with ecstasy, which only made me more excited. With my tongue pushed as far up her pussy as I could force it, I came again, thoroughly drenching her face and hair once more, and like the last time, she did everything she could to ensure she got every drop. While she was foraging for cum, my erection subsided but I grabbed both her legs as hard as I could and just kept eating. I was determined to keep her occupied until her need to suck cock kicked in once again. I think she figured out what I was trying to do so she tried kicking her legs out from my grip but I was resolved to use all my strength to keep her captive. I also had to keep my legs solid and flat on the bed so she couldn't grab the blanket or sheets to cover my dick. She couldn't kick with both legs because that would leave her with no support, not to mention absolutely crushing my face. I also got the feeling that she wasn't trying too hard because instead of telling me to stop she just kept moaning with pleasure. Why was I getting even more turned on when she called me a fucking cunt? Finally, she gave in and took my limp dick back into her mouth, quickly bringing me back to full erection. This third erection was just as strong and hard as the first two, so it was nice to know the fake dick didn't start to peter out like real ones. After she'd climaxed twice, I managed to get Simone on her knees while I stood up, leaning against the side of the bed. I managed to pull her closer to me so I could get the shaft between her massive tits while she sucked and licked the tip. Once in position I tried massaging the dick with her tits, but because of the difference in our sizes, I couldn't do it. Lucky for me, Simone too matters in her own hands, literally. She spit into her cleavage a few times, and even ran her hands through her sticky hair to get some cum to use as lubricant, all the while not taking her mouth off the end. The sweet strawberry scent enhanced the whole experience. I think I was adapting better to the dick because it felt like I was able to exert more control over it. I sensed I was able to accelerate or delay the orgasm just by flexing some vaginal muscles I never knew I had. As much as Simone seemed to enjoy her predicament on the outside, I knew she wasn't doing it by choice. I felt a little guilty about having forced this on her twice now, though knowing I couldn't stop because of her need to see it through to the end, I did what I could to accelerate the process. In retrospect, given our positions, me practically standing and Simone on her knees, perhaps I should have waited until I was in a different position. The reason for that was because not only did I spurt into Simone's mouth, but she pulled her head away and it hit me square in the face as well and much of it dripped down to my tits. I would have been thoroughly disgusted if I didn't know the spunk wasn't real. While still on her knees, Simone looked away and reached behind my balls with one hand, feeling around for something. It tickled quite a bit, another strange sensation knowing they were part of an artificial body attachment. She clearly found what she was looking for when I heard a small click. I realized now her previous show of resistance was just for show as she could have easily removed the dick any time she wanted to avoid that second round. The first time after dinner, I hadn't really given her a choice. Her allowing the second time meant either she really enjoyed it or was playing along because she felt bad about manipulating me, or possibly both. The feeling of the dick was gone. I could feel the cool air against my pussy once again as the dick came off and the tendrils detached themselves. It was so weird knowing the dick there one second and having it just be gone the next. Once it had fully disconnected itself, Simone took the dick and quickly put it back in its box. The next action she took was to pick me up from under the arms and toss me onto the bed flat on my back. She straddled me, holding my hands down with hers, her face just inches from mine. "Proud of yourself?" she asked. "Not really, no. but I felt like I had to make my point." "Fair enough. Did you enjoy it?" "Sort of. I mean it did feel great but I shouldn't complain about you manipulating me then manipulate you as revenge." "You're right, but it was my fault in the first place and I suppose that was the only leverage you had over me. And mental conditioning or no, I can't say it wasn't enjoyable. But that thing is just too damned big. It was like trying to deep-throat an elephant's trunk. I could've dislocated my jaw!" "So why did you get one so big?" "I just told the lady I wanted the biggest one they had. She could've warned me! I'll call back tomorrow and order one of each size so we can experiment. Maybe we'll find one you'd like me to use on you," she suggested. "Well, even though I know in my head that the dicks aren't real, I still prefer having one. But I've done so many things these last few days I never thought I'd do that I won't rule it out. Just promise me you'll wait until I'm ready, which may never happen, ok?" "Promise. And to show you that I trust you, I'm going to let you keep the dicks in the nightstand on your side of the bed." I was going to counter that and tell her it wasn't necessary but without warning Simone started giving me one of those deep, strawberry kisses again and kept at it for a few moments. Still holding me down I was powerless to resist, not that I would have anyway. "So, ready for the cocoon yet sweetie?" she asked after finally pulling away. "Sure." I said semi-enthusiastically. I never bothered looking at any of the clothes I'd purchased today to get an idea of what kind of size I was going to end up as. I suppose it didn't matter. There was no way I wasn't going to be beautiful and statuesque. "Let's get it over with." I knew the drill pretty well at this point, so I didn't need any prodding or direction. Simone said she'd programmed my new body while I was out. I just walked over to the cocoon room and hopped it. She wished me pleasant dreams, the lid came down and everything went black... The first thing I noticed when I'd come back to consciousness was that Simone had showered. I bet it took a long time to get the strawberry cum out of her hair. She was still gorgeous with wet hair and no makeup. And for the first time since her transformation she was wearing something other than the old robe. She had on a sheer, silvery, silky top with thin shoulder straps that laid atop her breasts and ended around her navel with matching panties, all covered by a lacy and mostly transparent robe. I knew only slightly more about lingerie than shoes, and apparently I'd have a lot to learn in that regard as well. What I could tell was that this lingerie was not the type usually worn for seduction or play: This was the classy, elegant stuff, beautiful but worn for a purpose. She even had some slippers with three-inch heels. I was so taken by her beauty that I hadn't even checked myself out yet. Simone helped me stand up slowly in front of the mirror and the difference from my previous body was immediately apparent: I was tall, almost as tall as Simone was in her heels, so I was probably at least six foot two. I was trim with a very flat belly and small ass, and to my utter (udder?) lack of surprise, tits the size of honeydew melons. There was no way anyone would believe these breasts were natural on my thin frame, but I doubt Simone much cared about that. It was a very athletic body, not muscled, more like a runner's body, though I would not want to try running without a very strong runner's bra. My skin was smooth and flawless and a few shades darker than the previous pale body. Finally, I looked at my face what I saw intrigued me. My face was slightly exotic with very full lips, a small nose and thin, wide eyes. I didn't quite look Asian and not quite Caucasian. The hair was black, silky, shiny and went down past my ass. Altogether, I made a very striking package. I wasn't the classic, curvy beauty Simone was, and that was just fine with me. Granted, I was still going to attract my fair share attention in public due to my height and tits. "So, what do you think?" Simone asked as she started fondling my tits, making my areolas all goose-bumpy and my nipples point out. "I must admit, you are an artist," I purred. I loved the sound of my voice too, kind of lilting and quite young sounding. "Remember that model you saw in the magazine your first time down in the salon, the one with the cool hair? She was my inspiration." I remembered all right. She was gorgeous. There wasn't a single hair on the entire right half of her head, and the hair on the left stuck up nine or ten inches from the scalp, peaked, then curved all the way down to form an angle along the neck. It must've taken two cans of hairspray to keep it all in place. "Does that mean I'm going to get that same hairstyle?" I figured I'd ask even though I already knew the answer. "Only if you want to. I know I'd love it, but it's your call." That wasn't the answer I was expecting. I thought it was another of those things that she'd already decided for me, so I guess that was progress. "We can try it, and if I don't like it you can grow it out with your thingy downstairs, right?" I asked. Simone confirmed with a nod and a smile. "OK, what the hell. While I'm sure you'd rather have me as a slutty, curvy bimbo, that wouldn't be the right image for the receptionist in your salon. You want a stylish, smart looking model type more representing your business and your clientele." "I'm impressed, you're absolutely right. But you forgot one thing." I pondered for a moment. "Oh, I've got it. You reserve the right to put me back in the cocoon any time you feel like making me a curvy, slutty bimbo," I said. "You know, I think you're much smarter as a woman than you ever were as a man." With that she handed me some lingerie of my own, a silky set similar to her own. "So why, if that model was your inspiration," I asked as I slid the top over my head, "Why don't I look more like her?" "Well, I was going for a more exotic look, you're half Caucasian, and the other half is a mix of Thai, Vietnamese and Japanese. The fun will be that we can use makeup to emphasize or play down the Asian features. It's going to be so much fun teaching you how to do your makeup," Simone practically squealed. I chucked in reply. "Good luck with that. I failed finger-painting in kindergarten. You're going to have your hands full." "We'll see," Simone said. "Perhaps you just lacked the proper motivation." With that, she stood behind me, pressed her tits into my back and started playing with my tits through the silky lingerie and kissing my neck. "Were you this insatiable before you got this body?" I asked, amazed that she had the energy to want to go another round. "Nope. This is all thanks to the cocoon. I love what that asshole did to me and you're too gorgeous to keep my hands off of for long." I hadn't really given Dave a second thought since Simone sent him out into the world as Petunia. Simone certainly had been creatively cruel in coming up with his punishment. The thought of Dave suffering while trying to follow all of the conditioning Simone forced on him gave me a sense satisfaction. I considered how easily everything could have gone wrong with this whole situation: I could be dead for one. Both Collette and I could have ended up as Dave's sex slaves, or worse. Instead, I'm living in luxury as half of a beautiful lesbian couple, and I realized how fortunate I really was. That was the moment I think I finally accepted and embraced my fate. I may not have chosen to be a woman, but that's what I was now and why shouldn't I enjoy it? Even if I didn't enjoy it, it was only temporary and could get back to a better version of my old life when the job was over. The sex was great, I could still have a dick whenever I wanted one, I'd never find a better lover than Simone, and I even liked the attention I got during my shopping trip. Simone noticed a smile developing at the corners of my mouth. "Oh, you're ready for another round too? Goody!" she squealed, then started playing furiously with my tits. I turned away, taking her hands in mine, stopping her despite how good it felt. "Look, we've got plenty of time for that. Tomorrow is going to be a big day for both us of, I'm starting a new job in case you didn't remember, and we still need to put all these clothes away. And I can't believe I'm saying this, but I want to see all of my new clothes. More importantly, I want to thank you for everything. For trusting me and letting me share your life with you." Simone looked touched. "You're very welcome," she said as she kissed me on the cheek. "You know, I'd thought about commanding you to never have any thought of betraying me, right at the same time I made it so you can't talk about my wealth and such. But I couldn't do it. You already took a bullet for me, and if I can't trust someone who'd do that, then who could I?" We kissed a bit, sweetly and gently, then as I'd suggested, we started putting the clothes away. I hoped it was going to be warm in the salon since my skirts were all very short. Some looked so small that I wondered how I'd be able to walk. There were some matching tops, mostly designed to show off my chest. There were some short dresses as well. I couldn't believe some of them would even cover my ass, but Simone assured me they would. She picked out a skirt and top for me to wear tomorrow, possibly the longest skirt in the bunch ending six inches above my knee. I also hoped I'd get to do some more shopping before the weather got colder. There was lots more lingerie, and about 20 pairs of shoes, most with heels thankfully less than three inches. Simone's clothes were less revealing than mine, but more stylish. They were brighter and more attention grabbing than mine as well, in line with her new personality. I don't think any of her heels were less than five inches. We brought everything into the closet and put everything away in hangers and drawers in the space that she had cleared earlier. Simone said she'd do my hair and makeup in the shop early, before her staff came in. She reminded me that she'd sent them texts asking them to all come in an hour early for an important staff meeting. I hoped that hour would be enough to explain the whole situation and convince them that tiny little straight Collette was now the curvaceous lesbian Simone. This whole story was going to be a lot from them to swallow. We cleaned up the table from dinner, had some more wine, watched a little TV and went to bed. If you've never been woken up by a gorgeous woman nibbling at your hypersensitive nipples, I strongly recommend it. In contrast to all of her horniness the last few days, Simone was all business that morning, after having woken me up, that is. We had a great breakfast of cheese, fruit and biscuits with fruit juice and coffee. I was learning with each meal that I could not (and should not) eat anywhere near as much as I used to in my old body. I was just so used to larger portion sizes that my meals with Simone would always look insufficient. However, they did fill me up, so I adjusted to that quickly. No longer being able to scarf down an entire pizza on my own was a small sacrifice to make. And if I do somehow gain any weight the cocoon to take the pounds off for me. We showered, together of course, then put on our new fitted robes and went back down to the salon. I knew the drill well at this point, so I sat down and after Simone asked how I wanted it cut and styled, I just told Simone to do whatever she wanted, knowing it would make her happy. It turned out that she didn't feel like going for the half-shaved/half- tall look, or at least not yet. Instead, I ended up with a gorgeous honey blonde shoulder-length flip style with straight bangs. My hair was teased high at the crown, then curved down about the head all around and flipped back up almost two inches from the bottom. She put so much gel and spray on my hair that a hurricane wouldn't move a single hair out of place. Simone called it a modern twist on a retro style that was popular long ago. The real erotic part came when she did my makeup. Considering I was now a blonde, I found Simone's decision to enhance instead of downplay my Asian eyes to be a bold choice. Sure, I'd seen Asian girls with blonde hair before, and they were usually hot, but seeing it in the mirror was making me wet. It was half an hour until the time the staff was schedule to arrive, so we went upstairs to get dressed and for Simone to do her hair and makeup. Before she began on herself, she opened up her jewelry box and told me to pick out some earrings and bracelets for myself. I wanted to keep it simple so I found a few simple gold bracelets and some thick gold hoops earrings about two inches in diameter figuring anything smaller would be effectively invisible beneath my hair. I knew if I chose poorly Simone would find better options for me so I didn't worry too much. I tried inserting the earring into my left earlobe when I discovered that my ears were triple-pierced at the bottom and twice at the top. A little more inspection and I discovered that my eyebrows had tiny holes near the ends. Another hunch sent my hand to my navel, and sure enough, there was another tiny hole. Knowing Simone pretty well at this point, I lifted my top up and looked closely at my nipples, finding two holes on each. I pulled my panties down, grabbed a magnifying mirror from the vanity and started inspecting my vagina, this time finding five evenly spaced holes on either lip and two on the hood. "You missed your eyebrows, nostrils, bridge of the nose and septum." Simone had startled me as I was unaware she had been watching my self- examination. I pictured myself with all of those holes filled with various types of rings, studs and bars, and I was immediately turned on. "I can't believe I completely forgot to do your tongue though." I wasn't sure how I felt about that, since tongue studs always seemed so weird to me, then again it's supposed to enhance oral sex, so I told Simone I'd let her do it to me if she did it herself as well. She agreed without hesitation. I dropped the subject, figuring I did not need the distraction, wanting instead to concentrate on my first day in the salon. Simone went back to her makeup, having finished her hair, leaving it very swingy and shiny again. I watched her lean over, shake her head so that her hair was hanging downward, run some white goop through it, then whip her head up quickly. It left her with amazing volume and with the exception of a few stray strands, it all fell into place perfectly. She fixed those strays then applied a lot of spray to keep it all where she wanted. If Simone was nervous, she wasn't showing it as she moved in to her makeup. I started getting dressed. First came the matching bra and panties. I couldn't believe that she'd picked out a garter and stocking set, but I was game for anything at this point. Remembering once again how my mother used to get dressed, I gathered them into a donut shape then stuck my toes in and pulled up. I even managed to attach them to the clasp without problem. The stockings were clear and shimmery, with no patterns, which meant I wouldn't have to worry about keeping any seams straight. The short black skirt presented a minor challenge since it was all one color and I couldn't tell if the zipper went in the back or either side, but then a saw the label, assumed it should go in the middle of my back and adjusted the skirt accordingly. My blouse was very attractive, sleeveless, all white with a see-through mesh panel up front that would show off my cleavage without directly exposing it. I had to be very careful to avoid mussing my hair when I pulled the blouse over my head. The only thing I wasn't sure about was whether it was supposed to be tucked under the skirt or left out, so I tried it both ways, with and without the belt, before settling on out and with. I still didn't know the name of style of my shoes for the day, but the heels were only about two inches high. I worried about the stairs leading down to the salon, making a mental note to take the steps slowly and carefully when the time came. Finally, I stepped in front of the full-length mirror and took in the entire picture, enjoying every inch of what I saw. Once again, Simone had been watching me without my knowing it. She walked up behind me, dropped her robe, stuck her tits into my back and tried to reach around to grab mine from the front, which was difficult since both of our tits were so large. "I hope you don't find your job too tiring today because I am going to fuck you so hard tonight," she purred while massaging my chest. I couldn't wait. Simone got herself dressed. Her work clothes were more functional than mine were, and slightly less fashionable. She wore a tight, long sleeved top and form-fitting stretchy pants, both of which showed off her figure to incredible effect. She'd be wearing an apron over her clothes so she needed something comfortable and functional. She put on some jewelry herself, stepped into some shoes with thick five-inch heels and she was almost done. I figured she was going to have to switch to more sensible shoes once she got to work, but she was going to make quite an impression her staff at six and a half feet tall and a chest that entered a room five seconds before the rest of her. Simone picked out a perfume for herself and applied some to her neck, chest, wrists and behind her ears. She picked out a different perfume for me and repeated the process. Hers was crisp while mine was somewhat citrusy. We were ready to go! We walked back into the living room. Simone said she didn't want to go downstairs until the whole staff had arrived. She walked over to the desk console and a 3-d hologram of the interior of the salon appeared in the middle of the room at about one-third scale. I would wait up here while she explained things to the staff then I'd go down and she'd introduce me. Until then I could watch and listen in via the holocam. "You need a new name!" Simone blurted. "You don't look like a 'Kimmy' anymore." I'd actually been thinking about that. "I'll give you a choice," I said."'Angel' or 'Aurora'. Pick one." "Angel it is. I'm going to fuck an Angel tonight." With that resolved, we returned our attention to the hologram. It wasn't a long wait for the first person to enter the salon. She was a tall, light-skinned black woman with a trim figure in her thirties. Her fire engine red hair was styled in an inverted v-shape, wide at the top, about five inches above her scalp and tapering down leaving a bare neck. Based on the descriptions Simone had given me earlier that had to be Tiffany. She looked around, saw she was the first to arrive, then put her purse in a draw under her station and went to make some coffee in the lounge. As soon as Tiffany was out of sight two girls more walked in together, both blondes who looked to be in their thirties. They were stylish, but far more conservative than Tiffany in their appearance. The shorter one was Lily and the taller one was Sonja. They had similar hairstyles: simple, long and flowing. Both stowed their purses in their stations. I could hear the sound from the salon clearly as Tiffany called out from the lounge to let the new arrivals know she was making a pot of coffee. Before they had a chance to head to the lounge themselves the door opened again and an bizarre looking young girl walked in. By process of elimination, she had to be Penny, the shampoo girl. The first thing that struck me was that her head was completely shaved and covered with flowery tattoos. I looked closer at the hologram, then reached out and expanded the area by Penny's head and confirmed my suspicion that she had tall pointed ears with small rings starting at the top with a thin gold chain running through them. Her makeup was on the extreme side as well, with thick eye shadow stretching over an inch past the end of her eyes. She had several rings in her lips and nose and even a bunch of studs all over her scalp positioned at the center of the flowers. All of the above-the-neck beauty distracted me from the fact that she had a rack as impressive as Simone's, though they looked even larger because she was about ten inches shorter than Simone. It was easy to make out the outline of very large nipple rings beneath her shirt. "Hot, isn't she?" Simone asked, noticing how fascinated I was with Penny. "She's certainly different. Not at all the type I pictured working for you," I offered. "Well, she's all business when the shop is open. She cleans up pretty well, too. Now be quiet, I want to hear what they're saying." We retuned our attention to the hologram. "Looking good there, Penny. How did the weekend go?" said Sonja with a giggle. "Did your makeover have the desired effect?" added Lily. "Thanks. And yes, it did," Penny replied, unable to hide a smile. "Oh really?" said Lily. "What was her name?" Tiffany had come out of the break room to join the conversation. "Debbie..." Penny said with a giant grin. "And Tammi... and Alma... Missy, the Veronica triplets... I forget the rest." Penny just went over the top on my freak scale. "You little tramp," Lily said, raising both eyebrows before adding, "Congratulations, I guess?" "Yeah, thanks. I'm surprised I can walk upright today. Best weekend ever," Penny admitted. "Remember, the invitation to join me on the wild side is always open ladies." "Thanks, but I think I'll pass," said Tiffany. "I don't think I could've kept up with you even when I was 21. And last I checked I still liked guys." The others just smiled and shook their head. Penny changed the topic. "So, do you any of you know anything about Collette's meeting? I need a little time before we open to get the makeup off and grow my hair back out. I used the semi-perm makeup this weekend so I wouldn't have to worry about reapplying it. Not having to do my hair helps a bit too." Simone took that as her cue to make her entrance. She told me to wait upstairs until she called me, gave me a quick kiss and left. I sat down as if I were watching a TV show, though after Simone stepped out I directed the camera to keep Penny at the center of the action. I saw Simone descend the staircase, which immediately attracted the attention of her staff. "Hello ladies," was all Simone managed to say before the staff all stood and approached the bottom of the stairs together, acting in unison to prevent Simone from entering the salon at all. "Who are you and what were you doing in Collette's apartment?" demanded Lily, taking charge of the situation. "Calm down Lily, I'll explain everything. Sonja, Tiffany, Lily," she said, clearly addressing all of them by name intentionally. "You may find this a little hard to believe, but I'm Collette." "Yeah, right. Collette would never get in a cocoon and do that to herself," Lily countered. "You're right, given a choice I never would have..." "Sure, you were thrown into a cocoon and turned into a sex bomb against your will," Lily interrupted rather forcefully. "Enough with the bullshit. Now, who are you?" I was glad none of the women had a weapon. I found myself on my feet ready to run to Simone's assistance, though I figured I might only make things worse if I did. I had to let her diffuse the situation. "Lily, please, I really am Colette and I'll prove it if you'll just give me a chance. You can ask me any questions you want that only I'd know the answer to, and then I'll tell you what happened." The women remained skeptical but relaxed their stances a little bit. "OK, I'll go first," Sonja said guardedly. "What's my husband's name?" "Harrison Hanover," Simone replied quickly. "That wasn't exactly a tough question," Penny interjected. "Fine," Simone said, addressing Penny then she turned back to Sonja and took a deep breath. "You met Harry in a club shortly after you started working here nine years ago. He had a drink sent to your table and you refused it. Then he kept sending a different drink over every ten minutes, hoping it was the drink you weren't interested in, not him, and when he finally sent over a single malt scotch you relented and finally spoke to him. You called him cocky, he said he'd never done anything like that before in his life but he just knew he had to talk to you. You got married exactly one year after the day you met. You even toasted the marriage with the same brand of scotch instead of champagne. I remember that because I nearly choked on it. For your wedding present I gave you some candlesticks, letting you think I was the cheapest billionaire on the planet, while I'd secretly upgraded all of your honeymoon plans to first-class airplane tickets, the best suite at the best hotel in Hawaii and all of your room service was covered." Simone had maintained eye contact with Sonja the whole time, and Sonja seemed satisfied but still guarded. When she was done with the speech, she asked who wanted to go next. Lily took the opportunity to ask a series of questions about the salon and some of their customers. Simone answered them all quickly, though Lily kept a poker face and did not give any indication whether the responses were adequate. Tiffany stepped forward next. "What did I say to you at your husband's funeral?" "You said he was the smartest, most honorable man you ever met and the world lost a hero." Simone was clearly getting emotional and was having difficulty continuing. "And I should always be proud of him. Any time someone is saved or cured by a cocoon I'll know he's still around." Tiffany seemed satisfied but Simone wasn't done. She continued in a quieter tone. "Of course I have a different perspective now. I'm stuck in this body and I can't be changed back." That got the women's attention. Lily took charge again. "Come on, even if we believed you were Simone, and I'm not saying we do, and even if you were shoved into a cocoon and changed against your will, why wouldn't you be able to be changed back?" Simone gave the same detailed description she gave me when she first discovered how Dave has screwed up, the one I didn't understand at all. To my surprise, Penny followed up with several detailed questions involving amino acids, cell structures and other things that started over my head and went higher from there. Of course, the bigger surprise was learning that freaky Penny was a scientific genius. "Fine, you've got the science right, but your story still doesn't add up," Penny said. "Every cocoon in the world has safeguards against that. "Not every one. There's one that doesn't and it's upstairs." Lily, Tiffany and Sonja expressed disbelief, but Penny spoke up again. "I thought you were going to get rid of that." She obviously knew about the cocoon. "I just never got around to it," Simone admitted. "Though the way things played out, if I had gotten rid of it there might be one dead man and I might be dead as well." Penny turned to the others and explained how Collette's husband had built it at home himself for his personal research and it was totally off the grid with none of the government mandated safety protocols. "It's worse than that. He figured it out," Simone said, without referring to what "it" was, but the way she said it to Penny implied that Penny knew exactly what she meant. Penny's face went ashen and her eyes widened. "What are you talking about? Penny, what is Collette talking about?" Lily asked. Everyone seemed to pick up on Lily seemingly having accepted that the stranger was Collette. "I think she better tell you herself," Penny said. Turning back to Simone, she said "Ok, tell us the whole story of how this happened. We're listening." "Thank you. Let's sit first." The women finally moved and let Simone off the stairs. Simone went to her station then moved her styling chair to the middle of the room and swung it around, sitting down to face the others. The looks on the others' faces was one of recognition, as if Simone was moving in a familiar manner. A moment later, five chairs were arranged in a circle as Simone began recounting everything that had happened since the moment Dave and I got to her front door. She explained to the disbelief of Lily, Tiffany and Sonja about the cocoon and its mental conditioning abilities, but Penny confirmed that it was theoretically possible, though she'd never heard it having been done before. She detailed how Dave had messed with her head, turning her into a lesbian with a paralyzing fear of men and how Dave's final command before he himself was changed seemed to make things permanent. Sonja rolled her eyes at that while Penny seemed to be aroused. Simone spared few details about our various trysts, my shopping trip as Kimmy, her hiring me and my latest incarnation as Angel. She even told them all about the detachable penis and our fun with it from last night. They had many questions along the way, and I could certainly understand their cynicism. If I hadn't lived through all that I'd think it was ridiculous too. It seemed all of the doubt had subsided and they accepted the truth of the situation. She been talking for nearly half an hour and I don't think I had moved from my chair once, so it startled me when Simone called me to come downstairs. I started down the stairs... (to be continued...) Next time: Angel meets the crew and starts her first day of work. The girls teach Angel more about being a woman. The mystery of Penny is explained. And lots more...