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Title: The Bunny Breach (Part 2) Author: Cupertino Abstract: Roberto needs to keep it together before his new blonde Bunny body pushes its original owner's thoughts into his pretty little head. The van bashed over speed bumps and zipped through stop signs. Warehouses blurred by as Bruno took advantage of the early morning hour to drive heavy on the gas, punching sharp jabs on the breaks to get in quick checks for an all-clear, only to hit the gas hard again. Roberto's female form bounced about in back. He regretted so many things. What he should have or could have done swirled around in his mind. He sucked on his lower plump lip and tasted the lipstick, another reminder. He felt ashamed having been forced into dressing up in a black satin Playboy Bunny costume and worse, being turned into a woman. That last bit really got to him. He thought of all the times he had been other people before. The most audacious assignment change him to look like a famous politician so he could get into an secure office at a certain time to hack a certain bank account. With all the jobs done, never had the Boss turned him into a woman. Never had a memory transferring kiss been pressed against his face into his head. The van's shaking and jarring motions manipulated the computerized dildo pushed deep inside his female body, a body magically copied from a woman named Bri - actually a copy of a copy. Roberto's body had been based on one from Sam the Smuggler, who took his from clothes of the orginal Bri. A week later, Sam lost his mind to the woman's ditsy thoughts. The silicon intruder shook inside his body. It turned Roberto on, but the button on the end worried him. He didn't want it clicked since it started a loud countdown to a punishing electrical shock. Twice in one night was enough. Roberto squeezed his thighs, closed his eyes, and prayed. The van jerked again. It took some experimenting, but Roberto began to flex some internal muscles, ones that a guy shouldn't have. His lady parts began to Kegel around the dildo. The internal momentums stopped and the sexual pleasure dwindled. Getting more of the pleasure conflicted him. It felt good, yet he knew the distraction could get him killed. He should probably keep his head clear and figure a way to finish this job as fast as possible. Discretely lowering his fingers, all tipped with long red painted glossy smooth nails, Roberto felt between his legs afraid he might press the blasted button. Still he just needed to touch around down there. His manhood really was gone. Pressing the thick satin and the two nylon tights layered underneath, he felt the USB cable coming out of the dildo's end next to the button. The wire wandered up the front insides of the costume to the cleavage. Along the way the corseting costume grabbed the wire with each body movement. It pulled with any lean in any direction. Short of being a statue, he'd have to do more stabilizing Kegel muscle flexes with even the slightest shift. Until he adjusted the wire somehow in someway, walking was going to be a series of sexual tugs under his costume. He sighed. Yaps and Bruno were not engineers. That was certain. With Roberto's torso wrapped in smooth black silk, his long legs coated in dark hosiery, and his feet capped with black high heels; he felt some relief being camouflaged against the shadows gulping in any light from the van's cargo area. Yet, despite the cloak of darkness, Yaps rubbernecked from the passenger seat in front, wordlessly staring at Roberto's Bunny body, as if hypnotized. Trying to ignore the goon, Roberto started to realize his newly assigned girly bare shoulders, glowing light skinned face, and bright blonde hair all together shined back like a beacon lost in darkness. His feminized form sat in a lonely car seat bolted near the solid metal wall opposite the van's sliding door. With nothing around him but junk auto-parts rolling around the floor, the seat provided a foundation for a Bunny lighthouse in the night, projecting out blonde light and cleavage back to Yaps's enraptured eyes. Grabbing a seatbelt, Roberto pulled a diagonal strap across his chest. It settled into the heart shaped bodice like a Miss Universe sash. He leaned his body to the left and then to the right to adjust. The dildo made any seated position uncomfortable. The white French cuffs rolled over his tiny wrists as his hands slid around the right side of the seat, searching for the seatbelt socket. It clicked. Relieved, he sat his womanly hips back to relax. His body shivered from the winter cold. The heaters had barely started. Rubbing his arms, his hands tried to smooth over the goose bumps. He hated having bare shoulders and certainly loathed having his flesh pushed up in front, forming a soft pillow like shelf under his chin. He glanced down at his deep cleavage, his wonderfully perfect breasts. The bowtie and collar pinned under his chin prevented his neck from flexing enough to see more. His eyes strained as he coveted himself - the breasts rising and falling with each anxious breath. These knockers didn't need any wonder bra-ing support to make them look full and perky. In fact, maybe these were too much. The twin peaks of flesh vibrated with the potholes Bruno bashed the van into. Wearing a corset boned bathing suit didn't help. It just made it all more prominent. It just pushed up harder and more firmly. How did woman deal with these things? He looked out the windows up front, hoping to settle in for the ride. He should be freaking out though. He felt the cottontail resisting the pressure from being sandwiched between the seat and his butt, his round perfect fuckable derri?re of a butt, an unavoidable 3D billboard add promoting sex. Yaps kept staring. Curious and wanting to verify the idea, the Bunny exaggerated a left-to- right tilt, but slower and more overdrawn while watching Yaps stare back. Confirmed. The eye line from the bastard tracked the cleavage perfectly. The guy didn't even seem to blink anymore - totally mesmerized. Doing another left-to-right - even Yaps's head swayed. Roberto looked down at the periodic jiggles of his own newly assigned body. Wow. He couldn't blame anyone. He would have to stare too, but hopefully in a subtler, more socially acceptable way. Then again, fuck society's rules. Roberto knew he was being used. Roberto gritted his teeth. He just wanted his body back. Then they both made eye contact. The caveman-look registered clearly to Roberto: Yaps wanted to screw and screw hard. Roberto's eyes, surrounded in dramatic dark eye shadow, widened in physical fear. He didn't like this connection he and Yaps fell into. He didn't like being a target of Yap's inner desires. Roberto felt honestly scared and breathless. His female body instinctively placed a hand on his breasts, doing a Southern belle's "oh my." He pulled the hand away when he felt his female body about to use the hand to start fanning his face for air, as if a lightheaded faint spell might follow. The long deep eye contact pulled him into thoughts and fears he never had before: could he escape from such a guy? Could this weaker dainty little body hold off such a man? And worse yet, could Yaps fall in love, even knowing who was inside this Bunny's body? Roberto was certain he couldn't ever want such a guy. Ew! The thought of dating a man made his stare into the leering eyes even more intense. Fear, hate, and anger injected a chill into Roberto's blood. Now the breasts heaved because of a lack of enough air. Anxiety and the corset limited the oxygen. The claustrophobic cargo area closed in. The truck bounced hard, breaking the long gaze. Bruno's driving seemed to eagerly play connect-the-dots with every available Jersey pothole. Yaps returned to staring at the Bunny's body. Oddly, the more impersonal objectification was a relief. "Yo," yelled Bruno from the driver's seat. He held up a USB cable connected to a twelve-volt cigarette charger. "Roberto, yo. I mean, Bunny Bri. Yo. Here's a charger for the electronic dick shoved up your twat. The Boss wants your battery charged up and ready. We've got an hour drive, so hook up." He held it out over his shoulder. Yaps didn't bother to help and Bruno didn't actually bother to really reach back. For Roberto, the offering seemed a mile away. His seat had been bolted into an island position further back than a typical backseat. Loose rattling dirty metal parts surrounded him. The scrapyard formed a shark circle, thwarting any hopes of escape from the central Bunny isle with their threating man-eating desires to snag a stocking, scratch a shoeshine, or dirty a white pristine French cuff. Life would only get harder if he greased the costume. At least he wasn't in a white wedding dress with a huge skirt draping the floor, but actually the sheen of his black satin Playboy Bunny costume probably wouldn't hide an oil stain to anyone's satisfaction - not under the scrutiny of leering men. And the men did leer -- like Yaps. Roberto wasn't used to being studied so closely. He liked to blend into a crowd. It helped in getting away. It helped in stealing things. Another lean to the left and to the right - yep, he thought: the boobs still hooked the man's eyes. "Hey Yaps, I'm up here," said Roberto, pointing at his face with a circular gesture of a middle finger. "Huh?" was all that the guy added. "Come on girl," said Bruno impatiently, "take the cable already." The Bunny popped the seatbelt, grabbing the strap hard. It was his only lifeline against the stormy sea of Bruno's driving. With a scoot forward and a hopeless stretch out to the dandling cable, Roberto found his petite female arm not able to reach far enough. Normally, he could easily swipe anything at that distance. Now, no. Instead, he was diminutive and pretty. His red painted nails wiggled as he extended his lithe fingers out -- almost just about to reach -- so tantalizingly close. He huffed and slid a bit more in the seat - almost there. Abruptly, the cable flew back into the junk behind him. "Catch," said Bruno, without bothering to actually look. The van didn't have a typical rearview mirror mounted on the windshield. With solid rear doors, there was no view of the road behind. Such a mirror would be useless for driving, but there was a scowl from a pissed off blonde bouffant hair styled Bunny that the mirror would have shown. "Thanks a lot, Bruno," said Roberto. "Sure, sweet cheeks." The van bashed hard through some Grand Canyon potholes. Roberto's black satin ears lisped. The headband slid, tilted, and then ceded on pinching just behind the temples. It fell forward, becoming a blindfold. His cottontail popped free against the edge of the upholstered seat. Roberto's rear end almost landed on the dirty van floor except that his hands grabbed the seat corners just in time. With elbows pointing back, he barely held himself up. His thin arms didn't like this gym exercise contortion. The highs heels slip, barely digging into a shabby floor rug. When they stabbed the carpet, they anchored the Bunny forming a sexy arch from floor to seat, starting with the heels, curving up along long legs, leveling out at a corseted midriff, dropping at the bare shoulders down lithe arms, ending at French cuffed hands. Forced in an awkward yoga stretch and raising his corseted waist above his breasts, the fleshy volumes seemed to want to push up to his throat. He was stuck for a second, afraid to move. His stilettos were the only foundation holding against the van's jostles and the shag carpet started to shred. Trying to pull back into his seat, his female volumes of flesh jostled more than ever. The shag rug refused to be used as traction for his four-inch cleats, which dug deep into the stringy pile. He used the heels like tree climber's spikes. Taking one step back at a time, it took several more punctures into the carpet until he finally got his rounded peachy butt reseated. The nylons and costume silks made it so easy to slide about over the rough upholstery. Even his finest mobster Italian suit didn't slip and slide so smoothly. Now he needed to know where his tail and cable went. Grabbing the headrest, the Bunny climbed about the chair, turning around to look back. The nylons stretched over his bent knees. It felt cool as it slipped and stretched across the smooth skin. Kneeling into the cushion, his hands grabbing the back of the chair, his face just barely looked over the headrest. He almost kissed it as he searched the darkness. He needed to find his tail. His rear probably aimed right at Yaps. There was a whistle. So yes, his butt did aim at the idiot. "Fuck you," scowled Roberto. Seeing the white tail, he whispered to himself: "Shit. There it is." It had rolled towards the discarded recharging cable lying on the floor. The fluff got stuck into the tangled loops. The wire saved the soft cotton from a rusty pipe eager to roll in for a good greasing of the plush snowball. If the blasted fur ball got dirty, the whole mission could be jeopardized. "Hey, wild man," squeaked Roberto's blondie voice. He cleared his throat, but trying to be more forceful and louded only made his new voice sound more daft. "Try to keep us on the road. I'm valuable cargo over here." Yaps pointed to the tail, like that helped. Repositioning and then stretching out a high-heeled foot, Roberto dragged the cable inwards, snagging the tail too. The Bunny accessory held on like a roped lifesaver rescue. He dragged both items across the Jersey luxury of tacky shag carpeting. He couldn't wait to get out of Garden State and back to the city, a real place where fine women dressed for work in finance. Probably the only good thing about Wall Street was the women and how they dressed. Why did only rich guys get the best women? Real lookers worked downtown. He knew they wouldn't have given him the time of day. Still, wow, he liked to eat lunch in parks there to see them all so beautiful. He grabbed the cottontail and examined its short pile of white faux fur. Thinking of women dressed in skirted suits, his mind flashed to Bri standing in a pink brocade dress suit with a matching pillbox hat on her head. Two women watched, ordering her twirl in place. "Again," said a woman, doing a circular hand wave. "Once more, please." "She'll certainly do," said another lady. A third woman's voice added, "It might seem odd, but I need you to raise your skirt and show us your figure." Roberto could feel Bri's nervousness and anxiety. She wanted to be a Bunny so bad. Her little hands - now Roberto's - trembled. She grabbed at the hem of her skirt and hiked it up, showing her garters and stocking tops. Roberto could feel the exposed skin, the skirt's hem lightly scuffing the fronts of his thighs. The style of clothes appeared so retro, so Jacklyn Onassis, so Mad Men. Even the woman evaluating him looked retro. Some smoked cigarettes. One drank a brandy from a short tumbler glass. "Very nice," said one women. "We will want you to comeback tomorrow for sure." Happiness and glee filled Bri's mind. Roberto joined her in that moment. He felt it in his soul. He could be a real Bunny! He was so happy, until he realized that the situation was not for him. The memories had suckered him in. But he was truly there for that split second. It scared him how the memories could flood his mind and confuse him. When had Bri auditioned? "What's your name again sweetie," asked a woman sitting at a typewriter. Roberto felt his voice say, "Bri..." Then his shoulder slammed into the side of the van. The memory was gone. As for the white tail held in his hands, it still gleamed a bleached blank cleanliness except for one black smudge on the underside. Maybe no one would notice. He licked a finger, feeling the edge of a long fingernail against his tongue. He dabbed at the dot a couple times. The smudge only grew. He pinched it and wiped as much off against the side of the car seat. Only the faintest of grey remained, localized to a nickel-sized area. Hopefully it would look like a shadow on the underside. Now, how to put it back on? On the contact portion of the cotton ball, it had a bald spot like a monk's head, but stapled with three tiny hooks. "Who designs this?" pouted the Bunny, sitting back in the chair. "There should be something a bit meatier on a big stuffed ball like this. Something that will really connect good and hard." He pressed the tail between his nyloned legs to keep it safe. He planned to fiddle with it later. For now, he would buckle up tight against the bucking truck without worries swirling around about a damn costume tail. The white plush doll squished between his thighs. It felt soft and warm. It's bright whiteness found space where his own balls used to be. His female body's thigh gap seemed designed to let something of volume slide right in there. Darwin would have been proud how this pair of legs evolved. Hell, thought Roberto, Darwin would have wanted to push his face right up in there and take in the soft scents, lap at the wonders of womanhood, and then... "I've got some meat and two balls for ya," snickered Yaps. "I'll stuff ya." "It never gets old huh, Yaps? You want to watch my little show now?" The Bunny's long fingers poked under the front of the bodice and reclaimed the hidden wire for the USB connector. "Here, I'm going to plug in now. Nothing really to watch." Once again, Yaps stayed transfixed. Apparently there was something to watch. Roberto was it. On the wall next to the Bunny's seat, two AC vents blew warm air. Through the windshield the Bunny could see the van push through winter snowflakes falling outside in gloomy dawn light. The flurry slowed Bruno down - or maybe the highway just proved to be a smoother ride. Either way, the bouncing lulled. "Bingo," squeaked the Bunny, a word Roberto never said before. His fingers found a connector just below the vents, where a smoking cigarette symbol glowed red. While tugging on his costume's USB cable, Roberto realized the truck had been a repurposed airport shuttle. Someone had ripped out the long benches and then after years of abuse, installed this one seat. The passenger windows were painted black inside. It was odd how the seat got positioned and why only one seat? Like it was for only a single special passenger. Was this a prisoner van for the Boss's victims. Or was it a secret transport for the Boss's own corpulent self? To the left and the right, in the dark, clanked the answers. A set of handcuffs hung by the buckle point for the seatbelt. Reaching down the other side, Roberto gulped. His fingers felt another manacle, waiting for a wrist to ratchet around. He prayed he would never be a special passenger, not with what he saw happen in the crematorium. Whoever took this seat before probably wasn't too happy about it. He pulled out the cigarette lighter underneath the vents and tossed the bud of electrical heater coils over his shoulder. It dinged a few times among the metal parts behind him. The charger's stubby phallic plug reminded him of his missing manhood. Of course he wasn't stubby and certinaly way, way longer. He had pride. He inserted the plug. He planned to connect the cable to his costume's and charge the inserted taser phallic. His petite hands held the two wire ends before his crossed eyes. "You look like a confused dingbat, Roberto," said Yaps. "I'm not the idiot here," muttered the blondie. "These are both male connectors." He fumbled with the ends, one from his cleavage and the other from the charger. The charger's cable wasn't going to connect. The dildo needed a direct line to the charger. He bowed forward, giving Yaps more of an eyeline down the bodice. Disconnecting the extension cable and leaving the charger plug in place, the Bunny struggled to directly hook up the dildo power supply. It wouldn't reach. He yanked, but there was no slack from the costume. He could feel the wire pull up inside under the satin and boning. It nestled into his nether region lips, which meant it rubbed a sensitive spot -- a spot he never felt before. The feeling disturbed him. He stopped tugging. Besides, any more yanking might break the wires. A sighed blew from his lips. He would have to get his cleavage closer to the cigarette plugin. He slipped the seatbelt sash off his shoulder, kept the lap belt in place, and bowed in defeat and humiliation. The muscle heads had to have planned this. His ears rubbed the wall of the van and then fell into his hands after another bang of the truck. Suddenly he remembered rushing into a dressing room. He found the din of gabbing, giggling women around him distracting. He looked into a mirror at his half naked Bri body. But this wasn't his memory - or was it? No, of course, it was Bri's. It felt so real. "Come on," said a red satin Playboy Bunny. "Hurry, Bri. Or you'll get demerits." The red Bunny smiled back and said "Yo!" in a heavy male yell, breaking the dream. Roberto's long lashes fluttered. He was back in the van. "Plug in already," said Bruno. "You need a good forty minutes or you're useless to us." Hunching over against the costume's boning, which fought for a perfect posture, Roberto made the plug attach. "I can't stay stooped over like this for an hour. I'm getting lightheaded." "You're a blonde. Get used to it." The taunt USB wire meant he would have to sit like this with a cottontail pressed between his legs and a hand holding a pair of statin ears on his head, and maybe a hand trying to hold in his breasts. Blood pulses echoed in his ears and sinuses. Tucked down with his head between his legs, a muffled beep sounded off. Roberto wasn't happy to hear noise. It was the dildo getting recharged. "Who the hell designed this thing? I'm supposed to do a clandestine hook-up in someone's office, and my twat beeps when a charge starts?" He stuffed his loose ears into his compressed lap. His pretty face looked up as his hands switched to holding in his bouncing buoyancy. "Good little Bunny girl," said Bruno with a glance over his shoulder. "About time. Now try to remember how to fix your hair. It's all swirled up wrong now. We'll only have a few minutes for you to prep when we get there. In the meantime, get some Bri memories in your blonde head and get ready to fix your sissy costume too." The tail was dirty, the ears needed fussing with, and breathing was hard. He couldn't move forward onto his knees, though Yaps would love to see that. The pantyhose would be ruined on the dirty floor. Roberto closed his eyes and thought, what would Bri do to fix the hair? It was like he needed a feeling or a relatable memory to find Bri's recollections. Maybe think prom night. Every girl fussed with make-up and hair on prom night. Then again, she probably dropped out too soon, the ditz. A high school memory flashed of a purple gown and Bri giggling at herself in the mirror, so happy how her gown hugged her torso. A senior had asked her out and she was only a freshman. She looked herself over and felt her gown from the strapless top edge down to the skirt that flared out with a ballooning amount of petticoats underneath. Even then, she wanted to be a Bunny. A club had just opened, which was an odd thought since the clubs had all been closed decades now. The sight of the outfit towed in another thought of an escort service date, possibly years later, or shortly after prom if she did drop out of high school. It seemed doubtful she went to college. Bri had done her hair then too. Roberto tried to narrow in on the hair related memories. Sometime later, he could reminisce on her naked body donning a fancy strapless evening gown. Bri's memories provided so much spank bank material. A guy could masturbate for years. Got it, he thought, once he saw a memory of Bri pulling her hair up for her escort gig. Perfect! Just like the Bunny style, piled up high like a beehive. He followed her finger motions. He actually felt pretty confident in getting the headband in correctly, despite bending over as if preparing for an airliner crash landing. He put the flexible headband arch over his scalp and felt over the few loose long locks. He hopefully restored the two curls of hair that outlined his face on each side. He was proud of himself. After all he managed to fix a hairdo while hunched over. He smiled up at Yaps, asking the leering fool: "Does it look good?" "I don't know," the goon said, staring, wanting, and puzzling. His face contorted in confusion about his sexual desires. His eyes returned back to lusting. Roberto sighed. Why did he ask him? Yaps was useless. Biting his lower lip, the Bunny played with the ears and then saw a memory of Bri entering a hotel in a strapless gown, the start of the escort job. Robarto was curious and closed his eyes to see more. With a calming breath he mentally followed the flow of recollections. He felt her skirt rustle as her hands clasped the skirt's front in two pinches to raise it as she went up some grand hotel stairs. A man held out a hand for hers and helped her step across the lobby floor. Roberto was inside Bri's head, watching, seeing, feeling, and for flashes, actually judging the guy's looks and appeal. Roberto lost himself in the memory. He felt the smoothness of the stranger's large firm hand and the stable strong manly grip and the swooning feeling Bri experienced. Time jumped to another recollection earlier that night. "After dinner," said an elderly stern woman's voice. "You do whatever he wants. Got it?" Oh shit, thought Roberto. Get me out of this memory. "Yes, Ma'am," said Bri's voice. "For what he's paying, I'll even blow him." Roberto didn't need to hear that. And now he worried if his thoughts would fall into a horrific instant replay. Please, stop! No slow mo! "That's a good girl," said the woman with extra condescension in her voice. Roberto didn't need to hear that either. No one talked to him like that. Why did Bri allow it? The memory switched. Bri's dress slipped across chair, almost falling to the floor. Panties rolled off a brocade bed cover. A bra dropped near a pair of high heels. Hm, thought Roberto, thinking of Bri's naked body. Might as well see some action. Better that than trying to hold a conversation with Yaps to pass the time back here. Bare breasts bounced as Bri straddled a guy. Hard vigorous foreplay rolled her onto her back across a large seemingly endless mattress. Roberto felt warm inside his womanly body. Manly hands groped the breasts, the thighs, and then pulled on the blonde locks, raising the head in a cruel hold. Bri panicked but complied. She didn't want to make the client angry. An overwhelming feeling of determination and obligation and desperation surrounded her cloudy thoughts, now forcing a path into Roberto's head. Her world at that time now engulfed his mind too. This wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to see her bounce and play with her tits. Instead, a naked guy standing on his kneels pressing into a king sized mattress forced her to move. The hair tugs hurt. Bri wondered why guys always yank the hair. Roberto got angry since it felt like his scalp would be rip off. The client's body towered over her as his hands pulled her head up, forcing her onto all fours to face him. "You're hurting me," she gasped. Her mouth pushed forward, taking something inside. The view from her eyes blurred as she slid towards a guy's naval. She withdrew and pushed forward again. The guy's abs walled in the view. Right there in front of her! Abs! A tug on the hair guided her head back in again. The details of the episode grew from just eyesight to every sensation. No! Not this! It became so vivid. The texture of the cock slid past his lips, over his tongue, filling his mouth. He had to stretch open Bri's little jaw wider and wider. It took effort to avoid his teeth making contact. Surely, that would be bad. He had to switch to breathing through his nose, using Bri's delicate nostrils. They didn't flare open enough to get sufficient air. No matter how much Roberto's mind pleaded, Bri continued to blow the guy hard and fast. It got worse. He could taste a salty gooey -- stop! His mind screamed, no! Bri felt shame. It washed over his mind too. Still she had to look like she enjoyed it. The acting continued. She tried to be fascinated. She needed to suppress disgust. Being eager would get her a bigger tip. The taste and sensation of musky slime pushed into Roberto's mind. No! Shaking his head, the Bunny ears fell down again, catching on the USB wire tethering his costumed cleavage to the van wall. Another heavy bounce unplugged the cable. Roberto just stayed motionless in shock, holding a set of satin ears. He bolted up in disgust, still tasting cum in his mouth. Nothing was there. Only imaginary goo lingered from Bri's transferred mind. So much slop painted all over her face and inside her mouth. Why did the mind transfer have to include such details? Bruno started hitting Yaps in the shoulder to get after the Bunny for not being plugged in. Yaps started yelling. "Yeah, yeah," said Roberto, taking a shallow breath and then bending down against the corset. He pulled the short cable towards the wall. He felt a lightheaded and strained his neck up to see Yaps taking in the view of the cleavage. Roberto felt the flesh of the boobs popping out now. He quickly cupped them. The blowjob memories persisted. He wanted some other picture in his mind, anything else, especially a different taste in his mouth. His first blowjob was in high school with a Julie Newton, she was so, mmmm, yes - and then all he could remember was Bri's first blowjob while being on the receiving side. What? A woman's head of hair bobbed up and down between his bare Bri legs. Bri was on a porno set. A camera aimed right at her face. It was her first time being diddled, realized Roberto, using the only word he knew to call it. And it was with a woman working a lesbian sex scene. Roberto's thoughts filled with elation. Cool! That was more like it! At least this memory was palatable - and more than that: it was off the hook hot. He could get off just thinking about it. A pulse inside his womanly parts added some apprehension to his excitement. He hadn't felt it before, however he dug back into the memory again. He wished Yaps hadn't been staring. Being alone, Roberto could just go crazy touching himself - or rubbing - or whatever women did to get off. Still he wanted to rub one out. Mmmm, he remembered the lesbian's hair bobbing up and down. The lesbo's hands stroking Bri -- such a wonderful lesbian spank bank memory. Wow! But who was the girl that gave him his first blowjob? He could name her a second ago. J-something? He could picture her too - wait, no he couldn't. Not anymore. Fighting to remember only brought back the guy from the hotel lobby and the horror of giving him a blowjob. Roberto would never blow a guy! But he remembered it, like it was his own thoughts! All the details of his time with J-what's her name were gone. Impossible, he thought. He just couldn't remember - a mental lapse for a moment. More important, he felt good holding onto the porno lesbo scene, so he dug deep and mined the lesbian porno filming of a redhead bobbing between his legs, not Bri's legs, but his Bri-legs. He was so there. Abruptly, a blue hairdo slowly moved down below, hiding a wet wide wild tongue hitting the - oh gees! The spot! Roberto had dropped into a different porno movie. The blue haired girl wasn't supposed to be doing it for real, Bri thought, shocked and annoyed at her co-worker. The shot only needed a good act for the camera. No contacted needed to be applied. Roberto and Bri both yanked at the silk scarfs that tide them in one body to the bed. They were bound and Blue was fucking them hard and fast. The director loved how Bri writhed against the scarves. Roberto felt the shame of being so easily used. Bri hated being taken advantage of. The Blue girl always threatened to do so when given a chance. She claimed to have turned many women before. "Go fuck off," said Bri over breakfast once when they shared an apartment. "Oh, I will," said Blue. She ran a hand over Bri's robe. "In fact, I'm going to do that right now in my room. Come watch if you want. I'll think of you..." On the porno set, the blue wig lifted, revealing the smiling face, and the girl underneath the mop of hair shrugged as Bri struggled. Roberto focused on the bonds and wished Bri knew enough to twist free. They weren't that secure, yet Bri's panicking mad them tighten. "Might as well have fun," said Blue. "Right?" Her face went back down again and her tongue stroked. Oh her tongue! The thoughts of how her moves slowly slipped around and around. A faster pace popped into his head. The time with the redhead was back. It was Bri's first time. "Please, um, I don't know about this," said Bri's shaky voice. "Shhh," said the director. "We're not doing dialogue here. We'll dub over it with the music. Don't move your lips. It ruins the effect we want. But do open your mouth more. Pant. More passion!" Bri looked down at the redhead. She gasped. "Ok," said Roberto in Bri's voice. A digital film camera moved in closer. The waves moved up Roberto's body, both on set and in the van. Written into his mind, he felt scenes from his own life being replaced. Bri's porno job was now his first time receiving a blowjob. Roberto squinted his eyes. The notion was impossible and utter nonsense. Then again anything was possible. He was after all now a woman. Then again, it felt so so wonderfully wonderful. Giving and receiving lesbian style had become indelible as his first acts of oral sex. What's-her-name from high school was - wait, did he ever get blown in high school? Or was it a dream? Being on a porno set seemed a certainty, though he knew it had to be wrong. He had clear memories of doing the film, but it made no sense. The memories played back in his mind of a first time reluctant, at best bi-curious lesbian, getting done by a real lesbian, no guy involved. Just women. The tongue worked and twirled around his clit and set him off to a fast climax despite the camera crew watching. Lost in bliss, he remembered half opening his eyes and looking through long lashes at two burly disgusting crew members smirking back at Bri's body, his body. But that couldn't be his memory. It was Bri's. Who was the girl in high school? Was his memory gone? Back in the van, he tried to breath. The Bunny costume had an issue with doing that. It forced shallow breaths on him. He held his breasts as the van shook and he wished he could at least get off sexually - although escape from the van would be good too. If his brain was going to be erased one memory at a time, then please let there be orgasms. Roberto felt so lightheaded. His dildo beeped as it charged. It probably would play a loud ring tone when it finished. After all, who cares about being stealthy during a bag job? Right? Sarcasm aside, why would the Boss install such an idiotic design? Didn't they test it? As his mind floated onto another memory, he looked up again at Yaps, who blew back a kiss and laughed. That didn't help. Did the dumb fuck know what was happening? Did the two goons know about his mind being erased? Yaps smiled and flirted. They didn't seem to know. They were just doing their jobs. Roberto regretted so much and held back so much anger. Earlier that day, Roberto climbed naked onto a metal table, taking a position on all fours. He couldn't believe he woke up in a woman's body. The room felt cold. The crematorium never felt safe. A hand pushed down on the back of his shoulders so his lowering him so his new ample breasts pressed into the metal table and his rounded rear aimed high in the air. The hand pushed harder when Roberto resisted. "So," said the brunette, standing to the side of the table, holding Roberto down with one hand while holding a dildo in the other. She looked at the Boss. "Ass or pussy?" Roberto managed to lift himself up a bit, but only because the brunette seemed to allow it. His breasts hung down free as he propped himself up onto the elbows, Bri's elbows. A bra would probably have held the boobs up and in. Being naked, the nipples touched the cold steal again. The freezing metal made them perkier and more likely to touch the cold even more. The twin peaks plumped and unintentionally reached out for the metal. He tried to push away. The surface was one of the mortuary tables, where the bodies were prepped. Not good. The organization worked out of the funeral home so many times. It was natural to meet there. Why didn't he realize how deadly it meant things could be? He was so stupid sometimes. "The pussy," said the Boss. "We experimented on a hooker this morning. She walked too weird with it up her ass. It has to detect certain muscle movements too, so it has to be the pussy. Don'ts use lube though. It'll slide out if you lube it for her yahoo - um, sorry Roberto. His yahoo I mean. The hooker said it stung though. So push it in nice and slows." Roberto felt a silicon rod slip between his lithe legs. He pressed his head down and raised his back in an arch to try to look under his boobs at the brunette's latex gloved hand twisting and burning the rod around a new sensitive area unfamiliar with his mind. The probe explored, rapidly revealing new nerve endings and new possibilities that Roberto didn't want. He found his new boobs too big to see under. He shifted his head to see if he could look between them. No Luck. "Come on," said Roberto, "Lube it a bit. It hurts." He could have sworn the Boss said something about glue. "It is hard to find the spot after all. Huh?" said the brunette. "Hm. Who knew? I always got angry at my guy. Maybe I'll give him some latitude now." She pushed hard now. "Ah!" screamed Roberto, feeling a tingling sexual sensation as the rod slid up and down the entrance. He moved his rear left and then right, hoping to help her. He pushed his butt up higher now. "Now we's talking," said the Boss. "Good. You're helping now, Roebrto. Gets into it moe." It burned with her twisting. Surely, she must be doing this on purpose! "Wait. Don't get into it Roberto," said the boss. "Keep your mind on the job." "Ah! I'm not, getting, into, it. It, hurts, so - ah. Tell her to push it in already. She's playing with me." "I'm not," she said. "I just need some of your own juices. Ok. So I guess I am a little. You know, I never dildoed a woman before." The way she said it didn't sound very believable. She continued to struggle with the evil rod. "Besides, it wasn't going in. Come on, think 'sexy' and help me out here. I tailored you a beautiful Playboy Bunny costume. Think of that. I worked all night you know. I'm so tired." "I said no lube," said the Boss. "Ah," said Roberto, "let her lube me. Please." "Fine," said the Boss, watching all this. "Do it. But hurry ups already. I don'ts want a guy making me horny." He turned away and then looked again. It was clear he liked the shape of Bri's derriere and how it pointed up into a receiving position. "Mmm," the brunette said, twisting the rod. "You'd like to watch us both do it huh?" She saw the angry look the Boss returned and she went silent. Roberto looked to the side around his left arm and saw his boss. The Boss lowered his cigar and gave the brunette a look of "or else." "Hey, Roberto," yelled Yaps, back inside the van. "We're here. Unplug. Sit up you skank." He laughed at his derogatory language. He jumped out and slid open the side door, revealing a black statin blonde Bunny struggling to put her tail back on her rear end. Roberto felt for the tiny metal loops behind him. He felt two of the three cottontail hooks snap on and now he needed the third. His shadow brushed eyes glared at Yaps. "I saved you a couple times before. Remember? Why couldn't you have done me a solid and warned me." "The Boss had that look. It was going to happen Roberto. Nothing I could do." "Yeah man," said Bruno. "I mean, ma'am." The two laughed. "Stop fucking around," said Roberto. "Help me out." It wasn't fun having a goon hold his tiny hand as his high heeled foot found a steady spot just outside the truck. He eased his Bunny body outside and felt his Bunny ears hit the doorframe above. Putting a hand on the Bunny tail, he stepped down and into full standing position on his high heels. He turned, still holding his tail. If it popped, again, he wasn't certain he could snap all the little hooks without wasting more time. He remembered the hooks women had on their bras. The damn things were just too delicate. He always pinched the cloth and snapped the elastic to pop a bra open. He never hooked one closed though, only open, and women seemed to like the firm fast move. The tail probably used the same blasted hooks. He looked down at a dangling shoelace hanging from a short run of corset grommets that tightened the costume just above each hip. The salon bitch didn't' tie them right. "You can let go of my hand now," said the Bunny. "Sure," mumbled Yaps. He didn't let go. Roberto yanked free. He took his long fingernails and tried to tie the loose black lace into a little bowknot above his right hip. The bow sat high on his hip next to a Bri nametag that looked more like a first prize carnival ribbon. He snugged up the laces on the other side. Relax, he thought. Just wait and relax. Looking around, the cement of the garage and the florescent lighting offered little comfort. Bruno waved a card over a radio frequency badge reader by an elevator and pressed the up button. The three of them stood there, waiting. Roberto tugged more on the laces. He got perfect bowtie knots snugged into place. He smiled. Happily, he looked up at both men for approval and then wanted to slap himself for feeling so eager to please. The two towering goons stared back down at him. His smile faded to a meek grin, something he never would do before. It looked weak. Now he cringed, hating himself and his pathetic Bri personality. Given the surrounding world of cement, Roberto concluded that he had to be in a garage for a high rise. Hunching down so low in the van because of USB wires, prevented him from seeing where they were going. Also the endless daydream memories of Bri's sex life held his attention. He thought how Greenburg, the butcher, would probably have a penthouse on the bazillionth floor. The elevator door opened and the brunette, the one from the funeral home, the hairdresser, the dildo wielding bitch, the lady who couldn't find Roberto's twat - she stood right there, wearing a blue Bunny outfit. She stepped out, confident, defiant, a totally different personality. "It's about time." Roberto, Yaps, and Bruno all froze, mouths agape, eyes confused, noses scrunched, minds befuddled in thoughts - well, at least Roberto had thoughts. Bruno and Yaps clearly lacked that last stage. "What?" said the blue Bunny, taking Roberto's hand. "You took forever. It's been, what, three days to find a replacement? Idiots." She stood tall and sexy, an exact image of the brunette - the one Frank the Forger looked like when he died in a coffin with Sam the Smuggler. The blue Bunny scolded the goons: "Stop staring. Focus. Tell your Boss, I'll get this Bunny in nice and close to Greenburg's computer, now that we know it's not a ledger but digital data. This little slut better be good." She looked at the new Bunny Bri. Her tone became pleasant. "Hi, I'm Debs. Don't be scared." Her voice went high pitch and cutesy, like she was talking to a baby. Roberto detested that and yet did nothing. She pulled Roberto in close, face to face - almost kissably close. Her voice became serious and dominating. "And don't be stupid. For shit's sake, don't be daft like the last replacement." Smiling again and all cheery, she said, "Call me Bunny Debs. Do your job and we're golden. But if you slip up, I'll beat you to death without hesitation. Especially if for even a second, I think you'll give me away. So you better be good at your job, because the last ones lost their marbles and became useless idiots." "The last ones?" asked Roberto, emphasizing the plural. Yaps pointed at the women in confusion. "So who was that back there when we..." Bruno interrupted, because clearly the Boss's business was the Boss's. "This Bunny is the best hacker we've got. He'll - I mean she'll - do it right." "Good," said Debs with an evil smile. She seemed to like hearing that slip about the new Bunny's male past. She pulled Roberto into the elevator. The doors moved in, narrowing the gap. The two goons leaned in to look. They butted heads as the doors shut.