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HER SEXY DRESS by Throne "Dear," Marla said patiently, "are you almost done on the computer? We were going to go out and find me a dress for your company party. It wouldn't look good for the owner of Mindswap to show up with his spouse in what she wore to the previous party." "I know," Rich Roman said, not looking away from the computer screen. "I just need to okay these letters Jamison wants to send out." "Really? Do you have to approve EVERY note your vice-president writes? I mean, he's more than competent. Jake could run the company by himself, if we ever took that vacation you've been promising me. Even if it was a year-long cruise." That made him raise his head. "He could... unless some big decision had to be made. That's where my brainpower comes in." He was speaking fast, his sentences sounding like they were being bitten off at the end. As he gazed at Marla, however, he relaxed. She was a stunner, with her thrusting bosom and magnificently rounded bottom. The short tied robe that was all she had on showed off her shapely legs. "All right," he said and sighed. "I guess should get you a new outfit. Or maybe we could order it on-line and that would give us some playtime. There's that new program I had my people write and, if you let me feed it into your mind -- just temporarily, you understand -- it could be plenty of fun." "I'm sure it could," she said breathily, and then licked her lips. "It would be fascinating to be turned into... was it a slut?" His eyes lit with enthusiasm. "A bimbo-slut, actually. You would behave like a wild party girl with, well, a much lower IQ than you really have. It could be liberating. I mean, it doesn't make any sense for me to be a millionaire and have access to all the technology my company has developed, without us taking advantage of it." "That's true," she agreed, rolling her shoulders kittenishly, at the same time giving him a smoldering look. "It might be fun to let you use all those programs you special ordered from your techs on me. But I kind of want some extra reassuance that you believe they're safe. That all the things you've mentioned wanting to have me sample are okay. Maybe..." He was really eager now, imagining all of the fun he could have with her for at least the next year. Maybe he could even get her to try the Lezzie Love one, that would reset her libido to respond to other women, and to want him to watch. But how could he convince her that the programs weren't dangerous? "Maybe..." she said again, and then paused thoughtfully. "Maybe if you tried one of those yourself." "There aren't any for men," he reminded her. "I had them custom designed just for.... um... you." "Right, right," she remembered with a nod. "But there was also that process that could put a person's mind into an inanimate object." "Not just their mind," he said proudly, "but all their senses." "That's the one. Dr. Ormond did all the work on that." "Ugh." He made a sour face. "That pansy. Young doctor lick-a-dick." Her expression darkened for a few seconds but then she made it bright again. "So if you would let him put your persona into something else, that would convince me that there's nothing to worry about." "Put my mind into what, for instance?" "Well," she said seductively, coming close to where he sat. "We could get me a sexy dress, one that clings to all my curves, and turn you into that. You'd be able to feel me all over, like never before. Feel how soft and warm I am, smell me, experience every move I made." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "That WOULD be incredible. I mean, just for an hour or so." "And you'd be able to speak to me, right? Through some kind of a miniature microphone. I thought it could be in a locket that I'd wear, so that if you whispered, I'd be the only one who could hear." "That would work. I could let you know if I wanted to be returned to my body sooner." "Exactly. That way you'd keep control of what was happening." He plainly liked that thought. "All right. So we should get the dress tonight." "What I was thinking would be fun," she told him mischievously, "since the party is only two nights from now, is that I could wear you there." "I don't know." He frowned. "I have to be there to make sure everything runs okay." "Right. But you could see everybody I talk to, hear what they say, get to feel what it's like for me to wear you, for the first hour. I could tell everyone you had an important call, something about a new deal." He smiled. "And then I could make a dramatic late entrance." "And tell everyone that the deal isn't settled yet, but that you're steering it where you want it to go." "That's perfect. So we'll get the dress tonight..." "See Dr. Ormond tomorrow at his lab and be ready to make the transformation the next evening. You can get into your new suit, do the transfer, and I'll take you home and stash you in the bedroom for the first hour of the party. Your body'd be able to walk and follow simple directions while most of you was occupying the dress. And then I'll switch you back and we can have a private laugh at what we got away with." When he didn't respond at once she added, "And after that you can start using those naughty programs on my mind." That sealed the deal. They had a glass of champagne to toast their new adventure and then headed to an exclusive dress shop she liked to visit. It turned out that she had been admiring one especially sexy item, with narrow shoulder straps, a tight bodice, corset-style waist, and long, body-hugging skirt. She whispered in Rich's ear that she would delight in feeling the dress on her body and knowing it was him. They bought it -- with him paying, as usual, because he preferred to control the money -- and rushed home for her to try it on. The next day they visited Dr. Orman's lab. He was a tall handsome guy who didn't come off as gay at all. But he was very open about his orientation and (what really sickened Rich) his appreciation for delicate feminine guys, especially if they had some work done to give them girly figures. Anyway, the doctor examined the dress, put it in one chamber of his machine, and asked Rich to sit in the other. After several minutes of checking readings, he suggested a quick test. Rich shrugged and agreed. A humming sound began and Rich's mind whirled. He felt a loss of volition, which bothered him, but then it was as if he was moving through space, seeing only a soft mistiness, leaving his physical self behind and... OMG... entering that flashy lavender dress. The next thing he knew, the chamber he was in was being opened and his wife was looking down on him. He tried to say something but couldn't speak... or move. Dr. Ormond entered his field of vision and handed her something. It was a locket on a slender chain. She slipped it on and then pressed a button on its side. There was a faint hiss and Rich heard his own voice, easily recognizable, coming from the piece of jewelry. "... don't understand what's happening," he heard himself say. "It's all right," Marla assured him, all sweetness. "You're inhabiting this lovely dress now." She picked it/him up and held it/him against herself. Then she ran her hand down his back, pressing his front against her bust, belly and crotch. He shuddered, or would have if he'd still been himself. Instead, he felt intense frustration. There was even a 'phantom erection' where his cock would be if it was still there. "And now I'll get into the dress. Into you, Rich." She giggled. He thought she was taking this all too lightly. He made a mental note to correct her about that as soon as he was reverted to his proper form. In the meantime, she was draping him carefully over the back of a nearby chair and beginning to take off her blouse. He gaped at her as she revealed her barely contained bust. Then off came the skirt and she was standing in front of him in just her bra and panties. He almost ached from being so close yet unable to reach out and touch her. She picked him up and unzipped him, stepped into him, and put her arms under the shoulder straps, working herself into the dress that was her husband. Then she asked Dr. Ormond to zip her up and he did. Feeling his nerve endings against his wife's body gave Rich a thrill like nothing else he had ever felt. It bothered him that the gay man let his fingers trail down the back of the dress, so that it felt as if he was touching Rich, but that lasted only for a second. What concerned Rich most was that he was now encasing his wife's gorgeous figure. He was touching her breasts and bottom in a way that he could never have conceived of before. And the part of him that was now that corset-style waist created a special intimacy. She walked around, sending more sexual signals through his nervous system. From the locket he gasped and said, "Marla. Darling. Please. If you could... stay still for a... moment." Dr. Ormond chuckled. "It's all right, Mr. Roman. You'll get used to it after a while. Well, not used to it but at least better able to control how you react. The stimulation is intense, isn't it?" "Y... yes. It is. Maybe you should switch me back." His wife stepped in front of a long mirror and turned slightly side to side to get a better look. "Aw, Richie baby. It feels so good to be wearing you like this. How about if I just keep you on for a while? Hmmm?" "No," he snapped. "I want to be back in my body. Now. Dammit." She just smiled and ran her fingers over the ends of her breasts. "Next time I won't wear a bra, lover. I want you to get the maximum out of what you're going through. In fact, I want you to go through it for longer than we agreed to. How about if I just keep you like this until the party? How would that be?" "Are you crazy? I don't want to stay this way. I'm helpless." "Yes, you are." She raised the locket to her lips and kissed it, but that he couldn't feel. Only what touched the dress. She giggled as he tried to say something else and her finger depressed the small button set into the side of the locket. Suddenly he couldn't even speak. She pointed out, "Now you're REALLY helpless, lover. Just settle down and enjoy the ride home. You need to start getting used to your new identity." He couldn't believe this was happening. His wife chatted a while with Dr. Ormond, making sure she understood how much Rich could perceive through his transferred senses. Cheerfully helpful, the doctor promised her that her spouse could feel, smell and even taste everything. To demonstrate, he reached down, took the hem of the dress, and caressed it with his thumb and forefinger. To Rich it felt like the pansy was feeling his leg. He hated it and felt more vulnerable than ever. When he got switched back he was going to give that fag scientist a piece of his mind, too. Marla said goodbye and left the lab, her husband's physcial body staying behind. Rich felt cool evening air tickle him all over. She got to the car and when she slipped inside and sat, it was incredible. Her bottom pressed down solidly against Rich's pelvis, seeming to crush him but simultaneously being warm and soft and impossibly stimulating. How he wished he had a cock so he could do something about the needs that were being triggered. The entire ride home was like that. He repeatedly tried to talk but everytime was reminded that she had shut him up with a simple move of her finger. At their place he was relieved when she got out of the car. Inside, he became more aware of her scent, which surrounded and filled him as they entered the warmth of the indoors. The lab had been cooler. Now it was like he was inhaling her natural perfume with every breath, even though he wasn't actually breathing. She went to the kitchen and got herself a glass of wine. Then she went to the den and turned on the TV. He couldn't see her, just the big-screen set. It was one of those reality shows she liked, with clothing designers competing to create outfits. He hated that program, especially how many gay guys there were on it. And he believed one of the women was a lezzie, which would have played into his fetish for that kind of female, but she was an oddball type so he didn't even get that consolation. Instead he was a captive audience for the swishy guys, some catty comments, and yards of material being turned into clothing that he could not have cared less about. He even had to endure the appearance of the host, a man who always had fashion wisdom to impart to his young charges, but who spoke and moved his hands in ways that Rich found homo-ishly intolerable. Marla sat through two hour-long episodes while Rich felt his lust for her rise and fall in waves. He couldn't wait until they got to the bedroom and she switched him back. Maybe he would save his angry remarks until he had gotten his fill of her body. Body? Wait a minute? His body wasn't there. It was still back in Dr. Ormond's lab. Marla got up and turned off the TV. She took her wine glass back to the kitchen, rinsed it out, and put it in the drainer. Then she unhurriedly went to the bedroom and slipped out of the dress, putting it neatly on a hanger and hooking that over a rod that extended from the outside of the closet door. In slow motion she removed her undergarments,then stretched and twisted, savoring how good it made her muscles feel. Rich goggled at her, metaphorically at least, as she casually turned away from him and bent to open the bottom drawer of her dresser. Her flawless backside was shown off in all its glory. She took a nightie from the drawer and held it up in front of her, turning back to him as she did, giving him an eyeful -- so to speak -- of her form teasingly half hidden by the filmy material. Then she put the garment over her head and let it slip softly downward. It was short and nearly see-through. He had always been driven to lustful distraction when she wore it. The same effect took hold this time, except that all he could do was hang there impotently on that hanger which, for the record, was padded with pink material and decorated with tiny bows. "Well," she said sleepily, "time for bed." Marla yawned and ran her hands down her contours, giving him one more heart-quickening look. Then she pouted and said, "I just wouldn't be comfortable with you there all night, Richie poo, knowing you were straining our eyes squinting at me and hoping I would toss off the covers so you could get a better look. The merciful thing is to just put you in the closet. You don't mind, do you?" She waited attentively for a few seconds, as if he could answer. Then she shrugged and said, "As long as you agree, sweetums." Marla took the top of the hanger, lifted it free, opened the closet, and slid him neatly between two other dresses. With an audible air kiss she bid him goodnight and closed the door, leaving him in darkness. He sharply sensed the other garments touching him and the stillness of the air in that confined space. He spent the entire night like that, alone with thoughts that switched back and forth between his inability to do anything and his growing obsession with being able to access his wife's body. But he was at her mercy. The next morning his wife left him in the closet. He heard her getting out of bed and moving around, then leaving the room. His auditory acuity was exceptional and he distinctly heard her fill and turn on the coffee maker. Soon the fragrant scent of fresh coffee was reaching him, even in his domestic prison. She made toast and he could actually smell the butter as she spread it on two slices. Then there was nothing, even though he strained to hear. At last he noticed a familiar sound, the opening of her cell phone. A moment later she said, "Hello, Dutch? Your brother is having a party here at the house this evening we'd love to have you come. And bring a friend if you'd like." What? She was inviting his lezzie sister, who insisted on being called by that mannish name? Rich preferred to think of it as 'Butch Dutch'. He didn't want her here. A hot lezzie maybe, but not an unfeminine type like her. She might bring a cute date but there would still be the annoyance of having to admit that she was related to him. He grumbled to himself and added this invitation to his mental list of grievances. Hours passed. All he saw of Marla was at what he calculated to be midday, when she opened the closet, took him out and examined him to see if he was still quite wearable, and then with a satisfied smile put him back. He was mad as hell and not going to take it, except that he had no choice. How was she going to work this? Change him back in the next hour or so, giving him time to get back home from the lab, let her know what he thought of the way she had treated him, along with a few other things, and then get himself ready for the party? The idea of him attending the first hour as the dress had lost its appeal. He certainly hoped that her common sense would return before it got too close to when the guests would arrive. The caterers she could handle herself, and the bartenders and such. But he really needed to be there in person. He berated himself for letting her put him into this fix. Sure, it would be worth it when he had his turn with her. He might even have his people at the lab write a few new programs to use on her. Maybe one called Cheap Hooker Slut. See how she liked being under HIS power in THAT role. Maybe he would take her on one of those vacations she was always bringing up, while she was still in that role. Let Jake run the company. Though Rich never openly admitted it, the other man could do the job easily. Rich could be gone for any length of time and it wouldn't matter. At last Marla returned to the bedroom, opened the closet, and began to get ready. She chided Rich about being a dress, saying that she was going to enjoy having him covering her all over and sharing her perfume. And some other things as well. What, he wondered, did she mean by that? He had no time to think as he was increasingly distracted by her presence, especially because she was more naked than dressed. Okay, maybe she had some different plan for how she was going to replace him in his body and have him present. He knew from previous progress reports from that fairy Ormond that someone whose mind had been moved could still function, responding to simple commands, as his wife had mentioned, and even be trained to do more. Probably she would have him brought home that way; he didn't like the idea the his body was currently alone with Dr. Feelbutts. Finally his wife donned him, letting him sense her freshly showered body and how it had been lightly perfumed. As promised, she didn't wear a bra. Feeling her soft naked breasts against him was overwhelming. After she was dressed she told him, "I'm going to turn the locket back on, dearest. But if I hear any angry talk or sarcasm or whatever, you are getting silenced again, at once. Understood?" She clicked it on. He thought for a moment and decided he should act unbothered and bide his time. Before the end of the evening everything would be resolved, he told hiimself. He said, "Of course, Marla. Whatever you say." His wife went on, "And we don't want anybody knowing it's you I'm wearing, so when I speak to you I'll call you... how about... Silky? The inside of you, the part right against my skin, is so soft and smooth, that I think that would be just right for your new name. Okay?" Once again he swallowed his pride. Rich simply said, "That'll do nicely. Good choice." Her hands went to her chest and she again fingered her nipples, except that this time his reception of it was magnifed several times. He could feel himself against the ends of her breasts and feel those twin nubs stiffening. He wanted to stiffen, himself, but was unable. The spot where his balls should have been began to ache. He knew it was only his mind responding but that didn't make it any less uncomfortable. He moaned and when she heard that she giggled. "Oh, Silky, isn't this fun? But you need to disguise your voice. Unless you want everyone to know what's happened to you. I don't think that would be a good idea, for a wealthy man like you to be exposed as his wife's lavender dress. True?" "Yes," he said worriedly. "Don't let anyone know what happened." "Tut, tut," she gently corrected. "Keep that voice high and soft. We have to work together to hide your shameful secret." "Yes, dear." He sounded convincinly feminine, though he hated having to do it. "I'll remember that." "Good girl," she said, to his annoyance. "Or else everyone will find out that you've gone from living in luxury to being a luxurious fashion for your wife. The guests will start arriving soon. Let's have a good time tonight." He hadn't asked her when he was getting his body back, but decided the moment had passed for that question. Let her do it when she thought it was best and he could take over from there. The settling of this score would take place soon enough. After that the caterers appeared, bringing their equipment and supplies around to the spacious back patio. Marla touched up her lipstick and went downstairs. She made a quick check of everything and was pleased with it all. The bartenders showed up and set up. A trio of musicians appeared and got their instruments in place, then began performing soft music. Shortly afterwards, the first guests came to the front door, where Marla greeted them. There was chatter and then she moved them to toward the back of the house and the bar, while other early arrivals rang the bell. It felt weird to Rich to be there but not able to participate. Occasionally, while they had a moment alone, his wife might say something like, "Doesn't Dolores look great in that dress? Don't you wish she was wearing you?" or "Betty has put on a few pounds. How'd you like to be her slacks? You'd get a real stretching." He made brief and polite replies, remembering to use his girly voice. He also felt powerless and that was noticable in his voice as well. Marla certainly detected the new note of uncertainly and humility. One of Marla's girlfriends took over as the greeter so she could move to the patio. She was out there circulating with a mixed drink in her hand (Rich longed to taste the orange-juice based concoction) when Dutch appeared with a new gal pal on her arm, who she introduced as Toy. Rich would normally have been infuriated to have his dyke of a sister parading around and showing off her latest bed partner, but now he felt intimidated by her. His eyes strayed to her date, who was short and busty, with naturally puckered lips. At least that one played into his fantasy of watching lezzies in action. To Rich's shock, his wife said, "Remember that new process I told you about that Rich's company came up with? Where they put someone's mind into an object? Well, I had them do that do my darling husband. In fact, I'm wearing him." Thinking it was a joke, Dutch said, "You mean he's a tampon?" Marla laughed but then assured her that, "He's my dress." She held up the locket and said, "Silky -- that's what I call Rich now -- say hello to your sister." In a whispery voice he said, "Um, hello, Dutch." "That's him?" the startled sibling said. "In the flesh," Marla told her. "Or rather," she corrected, "in the well- styled fabric." She reached down to pinch the material at her hip and Rich let out a yelp. "Well, my little brother finally found something he's good at. I mean, other than inheriting Uncle Oswald's company." She peered at the low neckline of the dress -- and at Marla's inviting cleavage -- and said, "You look better than ever... Silky. Personally, I would have put your half-a-mind into something more appropriate, like a garbage disposal, but this certainly makes a good contrast to your strutting bantam personality." She asked Marla, "Does he see and hear and everything?" Rich's wife explained how vividly he took in all stimuli, and how she was making sure he got more than his fill of the sexual kind. Dutch laughed and, knowing his dislike for her and his penchant for viewing lesbian action, she leaned down and gave her girlfriend a long deep kiss, which had Rich's mind squirming. There was even a sad sigh from the locket. As the girl-girl couple went to get something to eat, Marla began to circulate again -- straight to the company's VP, Jake. Tall and good looking Jake. She stood near him and asked if he was enjoying himself. He said, "Well, NOW I am." She let out a breathy laugh and said, "I hope you don't mind that Rich isn't with me." He looked around to check for his boss and, when he didn't see him, said, "Don't mind at all. How is Mr. Sunshine?" "Well, Mr. Sunshine is now Mr. Fashion Statement. We had a visit with Dr. Ormond and, because my husand thought it would get me to accept being giving a brain-makeover, so that I would turn into some kind of sex addict, he agreed to let me turn him into this lovely dress that I'm wearing. Just for tonight, of course." "Of course," Jake said, eying her up and down. She touched the locket and said, "Tell Jake hello, Silky." To Jake she clarified, "That's what I call him now. Silky." Jake noted, "He's not saying anything." He sensed the reality of Rich's plight. "Did I catch him in a bad mood? Is it his time of the month?" Marla said, "He's probaby sulking. We were just talking to his sister, Dutch." "That would definatly rub him the wrong way. And I wouldn't mind rubbing him the right way, at least while you're wearing him." "Well, he might be in this state for quite some time. I find that I prefer my spouse this way." "Won't you be lonely at night?" he wondered out loud. "I will have some needs to be filled. Company and conversation, for instance. Do you think you could fill my needs, Jake?" "Sure. I could fill ALL your needs." He reached out and took her hands. "Starting right after this party." From the locket Rich squeaked, "Marla, honey. What are you two saying?" Jake chortled and, to the front of the dress said, "Still slow to catch on, arent' you... Silky?" As Rich began to rant, Marla touched that convenient button. "I turned him off, Jake. I'd rather hear your voice." They had an intimate conversation, openly flirting, while Rich had to listen and grow more and more upset. The party went on, with the trio switching to dance numbers and increasing their volume somewhat. Couples began to dance in the open center of the patio. Jake held out his hand to Marla and she accepted. They moved out among the dancers and put their arms around each other. It was just a dance, nothing scandalous, but not from Rich's point of view. He could feel Jake's body pressing against his wife, her breasts on the big man's broad chest, his hand stealing a feel of the uppermost portion of her bottom before rising again. They playfully touched each other through two dances before stealing off into the shadows and moving far enough along the lawn to conceal themselves among several trees, in the center of which was a curved wooden bench with a backrest. They sat there, cuddled together, and the touching they did then was much more open. Rich was in a mental frenzy but totally without recourse. He endured more of their necking, getting even more disturbed when they began to kiss. At last they returned to the gathering, though Rich was unhappily aware that the end of the party would signal the pair's time alone together. He was dreading that. Maybe she was just taunting him and would put everything right once the guests departed. He hoped desperatly that it would happen that way. Marla told several people that Rich was tied up with business. They said they were sorry he wasn't there, though none of them seemed sincere. A few even told her that he should treat her better. She said that he was making an effort, and pointed out that he had bought her the gorgeous dress she was wearing. Then, each time, she ran her hands up and down her body, driving her trapped spouse to distraction. Finally everyone went home. Jake grinned at Marla. Rich was looking up at the cheerful man, furious with him but able to do nothing about it. Jake put his arm around her shoulders and Rich felt it weighing down on him. The vice president of Mindswap walked his boss's wife up the steps to the second floor and into the master bedroom. They began to undress each other. Rich shuddered as male hands unzipped him and eased him down off Marla's body. Rich puddled on the floor, a disconcerting feeling. His wife picked him up, kissed his bodice, and draped him over a chair by the bed, so he could see them as they finished getting naked. Jake had a fit body and impressive male equipment. They embraced passionatly. Rich had no mouth but he must scream. If only Marla would turn the speaker back on. Instead she set it on the dresser, making her husband's plight even worse. The eager man and woman began foreplay in earnest. She complimented Jake's body and took special pleasure in handling his memeber, fondling it and then using her tongue on it. They began to make love while Rich raged wordlessly. He had to watch Jake penetrate her and take his time giving her pleasure. She praised her skillful partner and kept telling him how much better he was than Rich, so selfless and, frankly, better hung. They laughed and tried several positions, doing everything they could to increase each others' enjoyment. Marla had a loud and animated climax. Jake held back his own release so he could do more for her. She sighed and moaned as he built her up to a second orgasm. When that erupted he allowed himself to spurt, so that they finished together. A long afterglow followed, during which they cuddled and whispered soft endearments. Rich was in a tizzy. The exhausted twosome drifted off to sleep. The man-into-dress didn't seem to require rest. He hung there all night, staring defeatedly at the pair on the bed. Light from outside gradually increased and Rich realized it was morning. Jake got up, used the bathroom, and came back to admire Marla's sleeping form. He quietly got dressed and headed for the door, but then stopped. Coming back with a mischievous smile on his handsome face, he scooped up Rich, folded him up small -- which made the new cuckold feel even more out of control of his fate -- grabbed the locket, and spirted him away. Rich had to ride on the front seat of Jake's car without being able to clearly see where he was being taken. When they got to their destination and Jake took him out of the car, Rich saw that they were at Mindswap. He felt a brief moment of hope. But it passed as he was taken inside and straight to the lab of Dr. Ormond, who grinned at him maliciously. "Hello, Boss," the gay researcher said gleefully. "Glad you could stop by to see my latest experiment. I've been up all night working on it. Or maybe I should say 'her'. I hated to miss your party but, well, I wasn't invited." He chortled nastily. The scientist led the executive into the next room. Jake held Rich up so he could see what was waiting there. It was a bizarre figure, a naked man whose body was utterly hairless, with softened contours, budding breasts and... how horrible... genitals that had been shrunk to a ridiculously small size. Rich gazed contemptuously at the bizarre figure, thinking it must be an attempt by Ormond to create his ideal living sex-toy. This was exactly the type he had often spoken of desiring. As Rich was thinking all that he got a horrorific shock. Dr. Ormond said, "So, Boss, how do you like the customization I've begun on your body?" Just then Jake turned on the speaker so they could hear Rich's outraged cry. Both men laughed and Dr. Ormond made a show of putting his arms around the naked feminized being and giving it a deep kiss. He sneered at Rich-the-dress and explained, "Along with improving your body I did some work with your mind. You should recognize the changes because they all came from those naughty programs you had some of the specialists write, which you were going to use on your lovely wife." Jake offered, "She doesn't need them. She's perfect in bed already." "As my creation will be, too." "You mean Silky," Jaked told him. "That's what Marla re-named him. Or her." Dr. Ormond looked right at the mute dress and said, "I'll call you Silky, dear, and you can start using my first name. Bruce. After all, we're going to be spending a lot of time together. And I'll be conducting lots of fun experiments on the new you. We are going to have SUCH a good time together. And to get us started, I'll put you back into your old body. Or rather, your new body. Which I'm far from done working on." He chuckled. "So, Doc," said Jake. "You can put our employer back into his corpus delicious? I mean, is it safe for you? I imagine he'll be kind of... testy, after what you've done to him." "No problem." He took the naked Rich by the hand and walked him toward one of the transferance chambers. The naked he-she went passively, with a sidelong glance at the doctor that was full of desire. Bruce Ormond patted her on the butt and told her to sit in the chamber, which she did willingly. Rich couldn't believe what he was seeing. Then Jake put the dress into the other chamber as the scientist began to adjust settings. The doors were closed and the power activated, which led to much humming and Rich feeling what he had the first time. When he came out of it now, however, something had changed drastically. It wasn't just the fact that he was undressed and his skin was smooth and pink everywhere. Or even those small but unmistakable breasts, along with male parts that were immature in the extreme, a fact emphasized by the abscence of pubic hair. The biggest change was to his mind. He looked at Bruce questioningly. In a mocking tone, the scientist reminded him, "Like I said, the programs I used on you were the same ones you ordered for your wife. If it was her I would have been more careful, and only applied one. But then I figured, a person like you appreciates excess, so why not use three at once. I'm curious to see the full effect, which may take time to assert itself. The ones I put into your mind, while you were busy being worn by your wife, included Slut, Nympho and Pervert. They were intended to make Marla a sex fiend, who wouldn't be able to keep her hands off the nearest male, who you planned to make sure was you. But the programs are very effective, as I've found out while... working with... the body you just got back into. In fact, the memories in that brain should be downloading into your reoccupying consciousness right about now. Getting any mental pictures yet... Silky?" Rich sat there, his mouth opening and closing but no words forming. He began to see himself being worked on by Dr. Ormond, the programs being downloaded into his mind (a surprisingly simple process) and him responding to them. It was the latter part that stunned him. He saw himself touching Bruce, caressing him, sinking to his knees and -- no, no, no -- servicing him like some cheap street whore in a back alley. Rich felt the scientist's erect cock entering and filling his mouth, and how he had lavished attention on it, leading up to a panting Bruce pumping out a load of thick salty spunk, which Rich/Silky had eagerly tasted and swallowed. As he was trying to reject those mental pictures, his Silky-self was attempting to recreate them, approaching Bruce to kiss his neck, stroke his crotch through his trousers, and paw his bottom. She was a shameless tramp with an insatiable appetite for men. Rich watched it all through her eyes, incapable of controlling what she was doing. As she rubbed up against Bruce and murmured lewd suggestions about what she wanted to do for him -- ('Please let me bury my face between your firm ass-cheeks and lick and rim and probe.') -- Rich felt nauseated and unsteady. But his reaction didn't effect her. He was a prisoner in his own body, witnessing every trashy thing she said and did. Jake laughed at how low the president of Mindswap had fallen. He asked Bruce if the scientist had remembered to have her sign a variety of legal papers that had been drawn up and left there. And if the handwriting would match, since it was after all Rich whose hand was providing the signature. The doctor, as Silky lapped the toes of his shoes, assured Jake that they had all been made official with Rich Roman's signature and that it was authentic and would hold up to any scrutiny. Bruce concluded, "By tomorrow Rich will be penniless and Marla will be fabulously wealthy. It will look like he was doing it to protect himself from anyone trying to seize his assets if the company ran into legal problems. He still owns Mindswap, at least on paper, but Marla owns him. Although, at the moment, you'd have to say that I'm in possession of Silky." He stepped back and she whimpered when she could no longer apply her tongue to his shoe leather. He told her to stand up and show that nice Mr. Jake how much she liked to play with her nipples and that tiny thing between her legs, even thought doing it would get her terribly frustrated, since she couldn't make her little dingus squirt to give her any relief. As she grinned brainlessly and began her demonstration, with Rich devastated at the scene he was making, the two men watched with open contempt and amusement. Bruce reached down and fondled her undersized balls. She cooed and told him he was 'the bestest'. Poor Silky was a bit of a bimbo, oversexed and underequipped for thinking. She tweaked her own nipples and tittered at how it felt. She told them it was 'yummy'. To silence her, Bruce slipped his finger into her mouth, at which she immediatly began to suck it spiritedly. The scientist told the company vice president, "I hope you'll excuse us. I've been planning a sort of honeymoon for my mindless plaything and myself for the rest of the evening. I have some little blue pills that will allow me to -- interact -- with her over and over and over again. Everything we do will reinforce the programs in her mind, with the end result that she'll be somewhat addicted to her new role, unable to get back to being her old self. Though Rich will always feel like the old Mr. Roman inside, even while Silky is steering his life." "So he's basically screwed," summed up Jake. "Pretty much. And that's before I do the rest of the work on his figure. And have permanent make-up applied to his face. You won't recognize him by the time we begin our experiments to test the limits of his new sexual obsessiveness. It's going to be... interesting. Endlessly." Jake picked up the dress and locket. He asked whether, if he had the dress altered by a professional seamstress he had spoken with, the doctor would be able to return Rich's mind to the re-made garment. Bruce smirked and said it was a certainty that he could do it. He added that he hoped whatever Jake had done to the dress would work toward putting Rich deeper into his new persona. "What I have planned," Jake said with a meaningful glance at Silky, will be a game-changer. She just gave him an idiotic smile. Rich, however, felt like he was falling into a bottomless abyss. When Jake went to visit Marla the next evening, she immediatly asked him if he had the dress and locket. He told her that everything was okay and he would get it back in a few more days. "Don't worry, sweetheart," he said with a delighted air. "You're going to love what I'm having done to it." She went to him and they embraced. Marla said, "I was so tired of my egotistical, sexist husband taking credit for your work and Bruce's, along with trying to turn me into his personal bedroom entertainment system." "Well, all that backfired on him in the biggest ways possible. By the end of the day you'll have all his money and property, minus Mindswap, which you will control anyway because Rich Roman is going to be absent indefinatly. Bruce will be altering his appearance in ways that will make it pretty much impossible for anyone to recognize him as his former male self. And what that mad scientist is doing to your spouse's thinking..." Jake rolled his eyes. "... has already got Silky more intersted in seducing men than anything else, which will only get worse. Besides, once I get that dress back, the way it will soon be, I think we can push Rich beyond any limits the good doctor has considered up until now." Three days later Jake announced over the phone that he had what used to be the dress and that they could use it that evening. He would pick up Silky at the lab and, if he could get her to keep her greedy hands off his crotch while he was driving, they should arrive at Marla's house (which she wholly owned by then) around eight. Right on time he appeared with Silky. She was wearing an abbreviated top that left the sides of her boobs and her belly bare. And what boobs they were, enlarged by special injections from associates of Dr. Ormond's in Mindswap's body alteration department, sitting high and proud on Silky's chest, two globes the size of coconuts. Her bottom had kept up with them, having grown into a pair of full, round, protruding hemispheres. In fact, she was generously upholstered everywhere a sexy bimbo should be, all her curves larger than average. She was also wearing a pair of shorts that didn't cover much more than a pair of bikini panties would. In a bold statement of her lack of fashion sense, but also her drive to attract male attention, she had completed that whorish outfit with fishnet stockings (wide mesh) and hooker shoes with three-inch stacked heels. Silky even carried a tiny heart-shaped purse, bright red, on a long shoulder strap. As Jake led her into the house, she chewed gum and cocked her head to the side, fluttering her long dark eyelashes at Marla. "Hi, honey. You're real cute, but I prefer guys. Do you have any chewing gum? Mine is getting stale. I like the grape flavored kind. But it makes my tongue colored. The color doesn't come off on Bruce's dick, though." "That's nice, dear," Marla told her. "Have you heard from Rich lately?" "Oh," she said, trying hard to concentrate. "I do, but he's like down in the cellar in my head or something. He keeps getting all upset every time I have any fun. Isn't he silly?" "He is now," she asured Silky. "And broke, too." Jake held up a small package and said, "Here's that dress, version 2. Why don't the three of us go to the bedroom and I'll show you how it looks now. And why it'll make a new woman of Silky." She gave him a skeptical but willing smile. "All right, genius. I can't wait to see what you've got in that little parcel. It doesn't look big enough to hold the original dress." He nodded and gestured for her to start toward where they had consumated their relationship that first night, back while Rich was still in the dress, version 1. She went along happily, looking forward to whatever he had in store. Rich, inside Silky, was in a panic. Could they put him any deeper into the inescapable trap in which he was imprisoned? Once they were in the bedroom, Jake revealled what he had caused to be done to the dress. He opened the parcel and held up the new article of clothing. Marla laughed out loud. "That's hilarious. You turned the dress into... a pair of panties." "Not just regular panties," he pointed out, slipping his hand inside and poking an index finger out through an opening in their front, low down. "They're crotchless panties." That made her laugh twice as hard, until she was rocking and trying not to shed tears of merriment. She reganied control and said, "But Rich is still in Silky, isn't he? I mean, he won't be able to experience what happens to the panties." "Ah, but Bruce came up with a brilliant solution to your husband's dual personality problem. He put Silky and the panties in the two chambers, but altered the settings on the equipment. Now Rich is part-Silky and part-panties, simultaneously." "Wow," was all she could say at first. "So when I put them on it'll be like when he was the dress, but if we do anything involving her, she'll be going through it -- I mean Rich will -- that other way too. A double dose. I wonder what THAT will do to his mental health?" "Bruce says he's not sure himself, but that it should be fascinating. So why don't you get your pretty self into those panties, taking your time doing it, and then we'll test this new set-up." He turned to Silky and asked, "Doesn't that sound like fun... Mr. Roman?" She just bit her lower lip and lightly touched her nipples through the thin clinging top she wore. Those boobs, now a few cup sizes bigger than their previous coconut dimensions, jiggled enticingly. Marla slipped out of her clothes and then undressed Jake while Rich watched through Silky's eyes. At the same time, he was aware of the panties being a second nexus of his being. Marla picked them up delicatly and slipped one foot and then the other through the legholes. She worked the high-cut bit of lingerie up her shapely legs unhurriedly. Just then Jake turned on the locket. "Ohhhh," they heard Rich's voice, still recognizable though higher and notticably more feminine than before. "Please. I'm so horny. Jeez, just let me have some relief. Silky doesn't care. She gets off on being aroused all the time. But I'm a guy. It's driving me crazy." "Well," Jake said with a grin as Marla finished working the panties into place, "how does it feel right now?" "OMG, it's incredible. I'm more in the panties now than in my body. My mouth is directly against Marla's... I can feel her ass so much. It's like I'm merging with her body." As Marla lay back on the mattress, Jake said, "It gets better." He was naked and his cock was almost fully erect already. He got onto the foot of the bed and moved up until he was positioned between Marla's spread thighs. Rich could sense how wet she was. He was intoxicated by her musky scent. Silky was confused but loving what she was undergoing, feeling a muted version of what Rich-as-panties was experiencing. And then Jake slipped his cock into Marla's pussy, right through the opening in the panties. Rich was overwhelmed. He felt like he was being turned inside out and, at the same time, being pleasurably violated orally and anally. It was humiliating and fantastic. Silky was getting off on watching the scene and feeling the feedback from Rich's mind. The pair on the bed went at it long and hard, while Rich was irrevocably changed. When Jake spurted his load Rich swooned. Silky felt woozy but couldn't stop enjoying the show and all those wild rushes that raced through her. When it was all over and the couple had caught their breath, Jake whispered a final instuction to Marla. She grinned broadly, got out of bed, removed the panties -- thier opening moist with a mix of sexual fluids -- and invited Silky to don them. She accepted the used lingerie eagerly and began to get into them. "No," Rich said breathlessly from the locket. "Please, not that. I'm so disoriented already. I don't know WHAT it'll do to me if you let her..." But Silky was already snugging the panties into place, pulling the damp crotch up firmly and then tugging her miniaturized male parts through the opening. She paused to stroke herself down there, which got her stimulated even though there was no hope of it leading to relief. She was in a trance moments later, an out of control feedback cycle of overloading pleasure. From the locket Rich pleaded, "Don't stop it. Don't... stop... it." Two days later, back at the lab, Silky was admiring herself in a full length mirror, bouncing her heavy boobs on the palms of her hands, leaning in close to get a better look at her new, permanent cosmetics. Her face was so wonderfully overdone, with high arched eyebrows and lips made to appear much larger than was natural. In the latter case, not only had her lips received injections to make them swell and stay that way, but they had been outlined and colored with irreversible procedures. She had on those amazing panties again, the ones that made her feel so good, though now her diminished male parts didn't stick out throught the opening any more, because they had gotten so much smaller. His balls seemed to have drawn up into his groin and his penis now resembled a clitoris, thought it was still extremely receptive and the merest touch could created electric currents of sexual energy that flowed all through her body. "Now, Silky," Bruce told her, giving her plump bottom a familiar pat. He had gained a taste for her figure, which was much curvier than he had originally preferred. "It's time for one of your fun tests. The ones where we make you feel extra good. And it shoud be interesting because we wrote a new program and used it on Rich..." He hesitated and then clarified, "I mean, we sent some new instructions to Rich, who always thinks such silly thoughts, so that now he'll enjoy the games we play more, like you do. Although I think he's still going to have problems with the way you and I play, and all those other cool guys I introduced you to. But right now let's try having fun with some of the things in your toybox." She smiled knowingly. "You mean my sex toy box." Silky opened the plastic tub and selected a long pink vibrator, as well as a pair of nipple clamps that were tight enough to provide extreme stimulation with a minimum of pain. She turned on the vibrator and held it against first one nipple and then the other. Then she got down and curled up on a furry oval on the floor, actually a large dog bed. Next she brought the vibrator around back, eased down her panties in the rear, and poked it between her swollen bottom cheeks, finding her favorite spot to use it, then beginning to apply pressure. She stopped for a moment to attach the clamps and savor that sweet pain that she had come to crave. Then her practiced fingers went to what had once been Rich's penis and began to diddle it. Her ruby red mouth opened and she sighed. In the control booth Jake and Marla stood and marveled at the sight. Bruce reached for the locket, which was hanging in easy reach, and turned it on. They all heard Rich's voice, now always sounding girlish, but also sensual to match his smooth pink body, outrageous curves, and boundless sexual appetites. Rich purred, "It's so humiliating but don't make me stop." The doctor had slipped into the control booth to check some settings. "Where's Bruce? I want Bruce. Or even a girl. I like to eat pussy now. And I want to feel my face in some guy's ass, wedged up tight, while I..." Bruce turned off the speaker. He said to Marla and Jake, "These experiments are going so well. I hope you don't mind that I'm monopolizing Silky most days." "And nights," Marla said with a wink. "But we don't mind any of that," Jake said agreeably. "So long as we get her on the weekends. She is such fun in the bedroom, with her hunger for more and her willingness to do anything we suggest." "Right," said Marla, "we usually have the locket turned on and Rich is still conflicted about what a total bimbo-slut he's become, so he goes back and forth between begging for dirty sex and feeling extreme shame." "Besides," Jake concluded, "we're having a party this Saturday night and need her to perform maid duties. Marla got her the naughtiest outfit to wear. The tiniest skirt and apron, and a bib front that will definatly NOT contain those big boobs. She's be fighting to keep them from popping out all evening. And then she's going to provide special entertainment for all our guests. Male and female. Whatever they want. She's just the girl who can do it, too." "That's terrific," Bruce enthused. "And it will make her hungers that much stronger." "Speaking of which," Jake said devilishly, "what would happen if you had her wear those panties backwards, so the opening was against her big butt cheeks, and you poked yourself through it to take her from behind? What would THAT do to her libido?" "Wow," said the doctor. "That would send her into the stratosphere of sexual obsession. She'd feel it as Silky and as the panties at the same time. Thanks for the great idea, Jake." And if you two are leaving right now..." The happy couple laughed heartily. "That'll be perfect. Just give me a moment to say goodbye to Rich, and to remind him of how much fun Jake and I are having spending his money. And then you can give him your best shot. I'm sure my husband will get a special thrill out of it." ********* (This epic tale was inspired by a photo cap on Deviant Art, done by Transformatrix. I was told about the picture by C.C., who also suggested some plot elements. You should also check C.C.'s story, MAN INTO PANTIES, if you enjoy this theme.)