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CHAPTER 5 "I need your decision now," he repeated as I stared at the metal canister and the syringe sitting on the counter in front of me. I could see my reflection in the chrome canister. I stood there in the same pink stockings and pink babydoll nightie that I had just wore while my best friend fucked me. I ran my hand through the red wig that I still couldn't seem to remove from my head, looked at the DD breast forms still stuck to my chest, the padded prosthetic vagina that gave me an hourglass figure and from which I could still feel Greg's cum still dripping. Greg was at least the second guy who had fucked me that day after my striptese class teacher at the gym that morning and not counting the hypnotist who had probably raped me and made it so I could only respond to the name Kimberly Leigh Noel. But it had really all started the day before when, I'd walked out to find an envelope on my car's windshield. It was a not from my "admirer," who had apparently seen me dressing the night before as I'd carelessly left the curtains open, and a pair of panties and stockings. By the end of the day he'd replaced the locks on my house, replaced my entire wardrobe with women's clothes, started me on a intense regimen of hormones, and had forced me to have sex with my boss, two police officers who thought I was a prostitute, a pizza delivery boy, and my elderly neighbor from across the street. In the meantime, while establishing complete control of my bank account, he'd also made it look like I'd done all of this to myself, including purchasing the house next door where I thought he lived, and blackmailing my boss with footage of him getting a blow job from a prostititute who was actually me. Now I stood there with two choices: he would let me go back to my old life, whatever was left of it, ten thousand dollars richer and without any more trouble, or I could drink the mysterious contents of the canister and inject myself with the equally mysterious contents of the syringe, which would lead me further down my current path of feminization, apparently to a point of no return. "I'm going to call back in five minutes, at which time you will either make a decision or I will make one for you." He hung up and I set the phone down on the counter. I opened the canister and peered inside. It was thick and the color of milk, but with a metallic scent. On the bottom of the canister the letters "NTI" were stamped in plain, capital letters. The contents of the syringe were clear and there were no identifying marks on the syringe whatsoever. What if I called the police now? I had evidence now, didn't I? But where would that even leave me? What are the chances that they could even find my admirer if they believed me? Why was I trying to get away from him anyway? He was clearly very wealthy, very intelligent, and had amazing taste in women's clothing. Even though I hadn't seen him, I couldn't think of a time when I'd ever heard of a rich and intelligent man who wasn't at least a little bit handsome. At the very least, it seemed like he would be well dressed. So far he'd basically made all of my sissy fantasies come true, he'd stayed away from the things I disliked (collars, chastity, scat, pee, blood), while literally making most of my favorite roleplay scenes a reality. He was firm and in control without being a dick, and he was basically putting me through the most epic role play scene ever. At least on paper, he was everything I'd ever wanted from a dominant man in my life. Still, that was always pretend and I never thought it would ever be anything more than pretend. Part of what made it great was the fact that it was just a part of my imagination. Could the real thing ever even come close to matching the fantasy? Well, so far, actually, it kind of had. And my biggest fear, being turned away by my friends and family, was also turning out to be unfounded, as the two people who knew me before, my neighbor and my best friend Greg, both just wanted to fuck me now. My life before this started, on the other hand, was mildly depressing to say the least. I was an account exec at a middling advertising firm and I hated my job and probably couldn't ever look my boss in the face ever again anyway. I was divorced with no real prospects, addicted to crossdressing, but unwilling to do anything with it other than dress up and jerk off; my father had died two years before; I hadn't talked to my mother in six months after she blamed me for my divorce and basically told me I was a loser; and my older brother was teaching English in Japan, where he'd been for ten years and hadn't even bothered to come home for my father's funeral. The only friend I had left in the world seemed much more excited for me to be his mistress than he had ever been to hang out with the male version of me. Maybe my admirer would still let me hook up with Greg occasionally. After all, it didn't seem like had any problem with me having sex with other men. As I weighed the pros and cons, it was clear that there really wasn't a choice. I had to do it. I'd played my life safe and by the books for as long as I could remember, and this is where I had ended up. It was time to take a risk and see where it led. The phone rang. "Hello, daddy." "Kitten? I need your answer." "Yes, daddy." "Is that your final answer." "Yes, daddy." "Take the canister and syringe to your bed. You will need to strip completely naked, including your wig this time, and be lying down on your bed. It is important that you drink the entire contents of the canister first, then once you have swallowed all of it, you should stick the syringe in the upper, inside left thigh. And then be sure to inject the entire contents. You will feel groggy; sleep will come quickly. That is why it is important that you are laying down in your bed. Do you understand?" "Yes, daddy." "Do you have any questions?" "When will I see you, daddy?" "Ah, I was wondering when you would ask. In due time, my pet. For the moment, I will continue to monitor your progress and your whereabouts. Since you've complicated my plans a bit with your visit to the police this evening, I need to make some arrangements. While I am doing so it is quite likely that you will not hear from me very often for a little bit. I can't say exactly how long that will be, but do keep in mind that I will be monitoring you 24 hours a day. Consider this, to some degree, to be your Rumspringa. Do you know what that is dear?" "Um, isn't that the thing where like the Amish get to go wild before they settle down for good, daddy?" "Yes, that's right sweety. I want you to use this time to become the very best woman you can be. You will still have appointments, which you will find in your calendar, but you should use the rest of your time to explore your new found femininity. The only stipulation I want to add is that you must find a job during this time and you must have sex with a man at least once a day, and unless you are working out, you should never wear pants or flat shoes. Do you understand?" "Yes, daddy," I said, silently wondering to myself if the Amish had this many rules during their Rumspringa, but relieved and excited to know that I would get to explore being a woman without being immediately treated like someone's property. "All right my dear, go and do as you have been told and get your beauty rest," he said this last bit with a knowing laugh and then hung up again. "Okay," I said out loud. "This is it." I grabbed the canister and syringe and walked up to the bedroom. I sat down and slid the stockings off my smooth legs. I lifted the babydoll over my head and threw it in the hamper next to my closet. I slipped the wig off and then pulled down the hip padding. I went to the bathroom and washed off my make-up. As I was standing there, the breast forms suddenly released from my chest and fell onto the counter. It felt weird to be without them, and it was disappointing to look in the mirror and see someone who was clearly a man. At the same time, I stopped and wondered if this would be the last time I would ever see my reflection this way. I sat down on the edge of my bed, the cool, pink, satin sheets against my naked body, and picked up the canister. I looked at my reflection in the mirror one last time, realizing as I did, that no matter what happened, this wasn't a reflection I would miss. I wouldn't miss the bald head or the ears slightly too big for my head or anything else about my perfectly plain and far from impressive male body. I started to slowly drink the contents. It was thicker and sweeter than I thought it would be. As it filled my stomach it felt almost as if every inch of my body was vibrating. I took one last big gulp, feeling ridiculously full, almost to the point of vomiting, and then picked up the syringe. I'd never used a syringe before and I'd always hated needles, so I was not by any means looking forward to this part of things. I picked a spot on my thigh and plunged it in. Fuck, it hurt. Then I started to push the plunger forward until all of the contents were injected. Then I lay back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. He was right, wow that started to work fast... The last thing I saw was the digital clock on the nightstand next to my bed. It was 3:30am. The next thing I knew, my eyes shot open. I felt horribly disoriented, but the room was still dark. I looked at the clock: 4:30am. I'd only been asleep for an hour. I suddenly felt incredibly nauseated. I stood up, everything felt incredibly off balance, but I was able to stumble my way to the bathroom, where I doubled over in front of the toilet, vomiting a milky white substance. I stopped and wondered if I had done something wrong, it looked like I was just vomiting what I had drank an hour earlier. But then I felt another heave, it felt like my stomach was tightening as I found myself vomiting again, an impossible amount of liquid coming back up, so much that it filled up the toilet and I had to flush it. In between vomiting, it felt like all of the muscles in my stomach were tightening. I spent the next half hour, deliriously vomiting, feeling only half conscious. When it finally seemed like I was done vomiting, I walked over to the sink and turned on the faucet, brushing my hair from my face as I bent over to drink some water. Wait a second, I'd taken my wig off before going to bed. I turned on the vanity light and looked in the mirror. I was an absolute wreck, but an amazingly beautiful wreck. I must be dreaming. I stared into the mirror. I could still recognize myself, lurking beneath it all there was my face, but everything was just a little bit different, my nose was smaller, my ears were smaller, my mouth and lips were bigger, my eyes also seemed to be a little bit bigger, although it could just be that it seemed like my entire face and head were both smaller than they had been. Looking in the mirror, it was if someone had combined my old face with the faces of Emma Stone, Scarlett Johansson, and Angelina Jolie. I know that probably sounds like an exaggeration, but those were the three women I always referenced when asked who I wished I could look like, and since the last few days seemed to be ripped straight from my online roleplay fantasies, it actually seemed pretty accurate. The small, slightly upturned nose, the wide and luscious lips, the perfectly symmetrical blue eyes, were all framed by long red hair, which reminded me of Karen Gillan from Dr. Who, as did my now very fair complexion. This was impossible, I had to be dreaming. I looked down in the mirror and took a step back to see a pair of large, round, pert breasts with large dark areolas. I ran my fingers over the nipples. My fingers were impossibly dainty, soft, and feminine, and, holy shit, these breasts were real. My nipples started to harden as I ran my fingers over them. My eyes continued to travel down to a perfectly flat stomach that narrowed at the waist before blossoming back out at the hips. I turned sideways to look in the mirror, while my hips and ass weren't quite to the cartoonish level of Kim Kardashian (my other favorite woman to model myself after), they were well on their way. My ass was perfectly round and there was a lot of it there. My legs were smooth, milky white, and as toned as the rest of my body leading down to a pair of very small feet. Looking at them, where before I had to squeeze into size 11 women's shoes, I was guessing these fit would easily fit into a six or a seven. Looking in between my legs, however, where I expected to find a vagina, I found an incredibly small penis. It couldn't have been more than the diameter of a nickel and maybe an inch and a half long. It was attached to a flat, hairless area of skin and was no longer attached to any testicles. As I reach my hand down to touch it, I found that it was incredibly sensitive, in a way my penis had never been before. I let out a long, deep sigh, as I ran my finger across it, my other hand still feeling my breasts. The more I touched it the more I felt like I needed to be penetrated deeply by someone or something or anything. It made me feel like if i continued I would have the most amazing orgasm I had ever had and it would emanate from deep within me. "Holy shit!" I said out loud, and the voice that left wasn't the faux feminine voice that the spray had given me, it was a real female voice. It was slightly on the huskier size, but unmistakably feminine, not unlike Scarlett Johansson or Emma Stone's voice. My neck no longer had an Adam's apple and it was long and thin, leading to a pair of narrow shoulder. I held my arms up, they were long, and lanky and just slightly freckled. I took in the whole picture, as I stepped back further. Besides having horrible bed head and looking like I'd been asleep for ages, as I stood there taking in my new naked body I had to admit I was fucking gorgeous. Any qualms I had about the decision I had made earlier that night were almost immediately erased. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I ran to my bedroom and looked out. There was a police car and standing below my window was one of the police officers who had interviewed me, the one who had winked at me as I left. He rang the doorbell and knocked again and then I heard him yell, "If anyone is in there, please open up. If you do not open the door in the next 30 seconds, I have a warrant and I will enter the premises by force if necessary." Shit, shit, shit. I grabbed a black silk robe from the closet and threw it on. I stopped in the mirror by my bedroom door and straightened out my hair with my fingers. As I walked down the stairs, I struggled to adjust to my new center of gravity. I was definitely shorter, I wasn't sure by how much, but I'd guess I was no taller than 5'5" and the day before I'd been 5'11". My hips seemed to sway as if they had a mind of their own, and as realistic as the weight of the breastforms on my chest had felt the last couple of days, they were nothing compared to the real thing. I unlocked and opened the door and had my suspicions about my height confirmed as the officer at the door clearly towered over me. "Ma'am?" he said with a surprised tone. "I'm looking for James McGarrity." "Oh, well, Jack isn't . . ." he stepped inside cutting me off and giving me a hard stare. "Holy shit . . ." he said slowly, still staring at me. "How the fuck did you do it?" "Um, what are you . . ." "Is this what you've been up to for the last three days? And how did you get back in here, we've had your house under surveillance for the last 36 hours after your friend Greg called to say you'd gone missing." "Wait, three days, what? I just fell asleep an hour ago..." "What day do you think it is ma'am?" "It's well, I guess technically it's Wednesday." "No ma'am, it's Saturday morning." "I've been asleep for three days?" I asked, but obviously I already knew the answer and in the end it made a lot more sense that all of these changes had occurred over 72 hours rather than an hour. It also explained why I looked and felt like I'd been sleeping for days. Because I had. "Ma'am, why don't you take a seat." I sat down on the couch and he positioned himself in the chair across from me. "Ma'am, can you account for your whereabouts over the course of the last three days?" "Officer, this is going to sound ridiculous, but I've been asleep in bed the entire time. It was the . . ." I trailed off, realizing that it would be a mistake on multiple levels to try to explain what had really happened. Not only would he probably not believe me, but if he did, it would only cause more problems for my Admirer, and, at least at the moment, I was feeling incredibly grateful for him and was looking forward to whatever the rest of his plan for me was, given what he had done for me so far. "What were you just about to say?" he said giving me a look of suspicion. "Well, it's just, I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm lying to you," I had to think quickly. "I got home after the other night, at the precinct, and I realized you were right. I think I've had some sort of mental breakdown, and well I looked through my computer and saw that I'd scheduled these surgical procedures, so I went it to go ahead with it." He was nodding at me, so I decided to continue. "Well, I saw your car at the front when the taxi was going to drop me off, and I just didn't want to deal with the police right now, so I, uh, had them drop me off on the other side of the block and walked through my backyard. I was just about to take a shower when you knocked on the door." "How is this even possible, though?" he asked motioning his arms around my body. "Well, you'd be surprised, I guess, by how far the technology has come. They also provided me with some very good counseling the past few days, and said that it is normal in the days leading up to the surgery to, um, have some pretty strong emotional and psychological reactions. But everything seems so much clearer now, officer. I'm sure of it." I did my best to smile in his directions. The radio on his belt clip buzzed and he turned away for a second."Yeah, 10-4, listen, I've located our 10-57. She, I mean he, uh . .. McGarrity is here at the residence. Yeah, I'll file the report... No, I don't think that will be necessary. Over." He sat back down and turned back to me, I saw him look up my legs and stop at my breasts, which as I looked down I could realize quite a bit of my cleavage was visible through the robe, which I pulled a little tighter. "They're giving me a lot of pressure to bring you in for questioning, now what do you think I should say to, um well, put their fears to rest." He got up and moved toward me, sitting beside me on the couch. "I mean, I feel for you, I do, but, um, why is it that I should stick my neck out for you." He licked his lip as he stared down the front of my robe. He wasn't a uniformed officer. He was wearing a neatly pressed white dress shirt and a navy tie with gray wool slacks. He had a name tag on his shirt though. "Lt. McConnell" it read. he had sandy blonde hair and a bit of a stereotypical cop's mustache, but he was in pretty good shape and must have been about 6'3". He looked nicer, with softer facial features, than I would expect on a cop and while he was clearly coming onto me, it did also seem like he sincerely wanted to help me. "I have a, um, brother who is gay. And it was really hard on him and the whole family there for a while. So I guess, um, I know what this sort of thing can be like." He rested his hand on my knee, parting my robe slightly, in a way that felt both reassuring and predatory. Suddenly he leaned in and kissed me. I'd never kissed a man with a mustache before, so it was a new experience, but then again in this body, everything was a new experience. His hand moved up my thigh as his tongue entered my mouth. As his hands moved up between my leg, he pulled back and pulled open my robe. "Well, well, well, looks like they forgot something. They didn't give you a slit for this pretty little clitty," he said with a smile. "Oh um, I'm going back in later for one more procedure . . ." I said as I placed my hand on his shoulder and pulled him back into me. He undid the buckle on the belt that held his badge, his radio, and his gun and let it fall to the floor with a large thud, as he pushed me back on the couch and climbed on top of me. "Give my compliments to your doctor, because you look hotter than any real girl I've ever seen," he said as he licked his way down to my breasts, sucking on my nipples as his hands played with my penis, except as I thought about it, his description of it as a clit, seemed much more appropriate. I reached down to unbutton his shirt as he continued to suck on my nipples. Running my hands down his hairy chest, I reached for his pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them down. He peeled his shirt off as he leaned in to kiss me, kicking his shoes off as I finished pushing his pants off. His strong naked body on top of my brand new body was like nothing I'd ever felt before. I felt so small and so delicate and yet so energized. As he pressed his cock against my ass, I felt a warm moistness there. As he continued to press his cock toward me, I realized that I was wet there and that my ass was highly sensitive in a way it never had been before. I wondered what other surprises my new body had in store. "Seems like you were ready for me," he said as he easily slipped his cock deeper inside of me. I thought for a second that I might pass out from the extreme waves of pleasure as his cock filled me. His eyes rolled back in his head as he let out a long moan. I lifted my pelvis to give him better access as our bodies continued to slide against one another, our hips moving in rhythm as his cock slid in and out of me. His hands kneaded my breasts as he moaned and continued thrusting in and out of me. I found myself exploring his body with my small, soft hands. Grabbing his butt to pull him deeper inside of me. It was like I wanted his cock to fill my entire body. I clenched the muscles in my soft, round ass, as he reached around to grab it, both of us forcing our bodies impossibly close to one another, both of us lost in the sound of the other's moans. I felt his entire body stiffen and convulse as his cock filled me with warm cum. He kept pumping and as he did I practically saw stars. I screamed out, milking his cock inside of me, never wanting this moment or this feeling to end. "Holy shit," he sighed as he let his body collapse upon mine, His radio started to beep as he pulled his cock out of me. "Fuck. Where's your bathroom?" I pointed to the kitchen area and he got up, grabbing his clothes and his belt in one motion, hopping to the bathroom, as he pulled his pants back on. I grabbed my robe, holding it closed with one hand, sitting on the couch, feeling the warmth of his cum still inside of me. "Listen," he said, walking back into the living room, "this isn't the last you'll see of me, but I gotta go. I hope you'll let me test drive that pussy when you get it." He gave me a wicked smile and pulled me in for one more kiss before he left. I walked him to the door, noticing there was a manilla envelope in my mailbox. I grabbed it as I watched him jog back to his car. The manilla envelope had the same marking as the canister had: "NTI." But it had no return address and didn't have any stamps on it. It simply said, "Kimberly" on the front. I opened it and pulled out a letter and another smaller envelope inside. The letter was from "Daddy." Dear Kimberly, By now you've probably become intimately familiar with many of the changes your body underwent while you slept. I am sure you have many, many questions, and I'd like to answer some of them for you right now. The contents of the metal canister are my life's work. The liquid you drank was filled with millions of nanobots. These tiny nanomachines are now coursing through your body. Different machines have different purposes. Some of them are capable of transforming biomatter. So for instance, they might turn muscle into fat or bone into cartilage, etc. In your body they have transformed some of your muscle into fat, so that your body's fat content is that of a female. They have also changed some of your body into waste, which is why you probably had quite a bit of vomiting to do this morning. Others are basically biosculptuors; they take existing biological material and change the size or the shape. They went through and changed your entire musculo-skeletal system. You are now 5'5" and weigh 130 pounds Your measurements are 34D-24-36 and your shoe size is a 6, and your dress size will be between a 4 and an 8 depending on the manufacturer. Some of the nanobots are capable of rebuilding entire organs. You currently have almost all of the components of a female reproductive system. Others are biochemical in nature and are still working to rewire your body to produce the appropriate female hormones. And others still are healing bots, which aid in much of the work the rest of the body is doing. These bots also administer anesthetics as needed. Regardless of the details, these bots are responsible for the masterwork you'll see when you look in the mirror, and are capable of making additional changes as I see fit. Changes as simple as your hair and skin color or as complex as reimagining your entire face once again. You'll notice of course that your external anatomy is stuck somewhere in between female and male. This is by far the most difficult part of your transition, from a technological and medical perspective. You'll find another syringe in your refrigerator. When you inject this syringe, you'll end up sleeping for around 24 hours and wake up with all of the inner and outworkings of a female reproductive system. While your body will not be capable of creating egg cells, in the future if we implanted them, you would be capable of carrying a child. Thanks to the biochemical bots, however, you don't have to worry about menstruation, at least not for the moment. Now, my lawyers have insisted that you sign the paperwork included. They think that my decision to include you as part of our beta program was short-sighted. Oh how little they know. Still, it would put their minds and the minds of my shareholders at ease if you signed the enclosed documents and returned them using the enclosed envelope. It basically says that your body is now the property of NTI and that we could sue you for billions of dollars if you disclose any of the information I've shared with you here or if you share your body or any of your biological material with any other companies seeking to create similar technologies. I don't think I have to warn you the sorts of consequences that would await you if you fail to return the documents with your signature. Also enclosed in the additional envelope you will find several other important legal documents. A license, a birth certificate, a social security card, a high school diploma with transcripts, and a sublease for your apartment (that's right with permission from your landlord, Jack McGarrity is subleasing this apartment to his cousin Kimberly Leigh Noel and almost anyone important in Jack's life has been informed that he is away on an extended trip to East Asia to pursue a business opportunity). I'm aware that there are certain people who know your true identity, but with the enclosed documents you should have no trouble keeping that information from anyone else. They should also make it much easier for you to legally pursue employment. My dear, I really hope you do enjoy this moment in your life. As much as I look forward to us spending the rest of our lives together, I know that this time will help prepare you for our life together. So until we meet, au revoir, my dear. Love, Daddy P.S. I'll be monitoring your progress, so don't forget the rules. 1. Only skirts and dresses (preferably with nylons, tights, or stockings- -and you'll find that your wardrobe was restocked with the correct sizes while you slept). 2. No flats (except when working out) 3. You must find a job (keep in mind you only have a high school diploma and no work history) 4. You must have sex with a man at least once a day 5. You must still make all of the appointments on your phone's calendar Well, I thought, I could cross off number four for the day, at least. I dumped out the documents from the other envelope. According to the birth certificate I was born to Michael and Melinda Noel in the same county and the same hospital I was really born at. He even gave me the same birthday, May 24. Rather than being 28, however, I was 23. Given what the "nanobots" were capable of, who was I to argue. Looking in the mirror, I realized no one would argue with me if I said I was 23. I stopped for a second and imagined millions of little robots coursing through my body. Millions of robots that only he could control. Would I wake up some morning with a completely different face? Would I be even shorter or suddenly much taller? Would I look in the mirror and suddenly find myself with blond hair or jet black hair? I struggled for a moment to grasp what all of this truly meant, but then stopped and thought that, for the moment, I might as well just enjoy it and go with the flow. Time to check out my daily schedule, and then shower and get dressed, I thought. I walked back up to my bedroom and found my phone.. As I passed the mirror in my room, I couldn't help but stop once again. I straightened my long auburn hair with my small, soft fingers. I tightened the belt on my robe and admired my ridiculously curvy body. I made little kissy faces in the mirror. I pulled my hair back and did my best sexy, but pouty look. This was going to be fun, I thought. I looked back at the phone and opened the calendar app. 10:00 Private Lesson with Jonathan 11:30 First classes at cosmetology school 2:00 Cooking class 4:00 Dr. Sanders There were also about 20 unread texts on my phone, almost all of them were from Greg, but the last two were from Jocelyn. "Greg is freaking out, where the fuck are you?" the last one read. Well, I'd deal with that after I was showered and dressed, I thought. Besides it was 6am, they were probably both still asleep. Two hours later, I stood in front of the mirror trying on outfits from my closet. In the past, the idea of only ever wearing skirts, dresses, nylons, and heels would have seemed like a dream come true, now that the reality was settling in, I found that I was actually still pretty excited. I found a black Diane von Furstenberg wrap dress that had lace panels on the shoulders and back, which I was wearing with a matching red, lace strapless bra and panty set, and then a pair of nude and black lace patterned tights. I was just about to step into a pair of pointy- toed, nude-colored Christian Louboutin pumps with a 5" heel, when the doorbell rang. I padded over to the window in my bare feet. Shit. It was Jocelyn. What the hell was she doing here? I slipped my feet into the heels and walked down the stairs. I am Kimberly Leigh Noel, I thought to myself. I am subletting this apartment from Jack McGarrity who is out of the country indefinitely. "I'm sorry," I practiced in my head, "Jack no longer lives here." I opened the door, and Jocelyn barged right in immediately. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Jack?" Hhhhmmm, this is not where I was expecting her to start. Since she was also wearing heels, she was a good 3 inches taller than me, which was another new experience. In addition to her heels, she had on a cute pencil skirt and a cashmere sweater. She never dressed this well when we were together, I thought to myself. "Um, excuse me, ma'am," I tried to say calmly, "but Jack no longer lives here, he's out of the...." "Cut the bullshit, Jack," she yelled. "I don't know what is going on here or how you've pulled this off," she said motioning at my body, "but I know it was you I saw at the gym the other day and as crazy and farfetched as it should seem, I know it's you now." Okay, well maybe I should have expected this. This was vintage Jocelyn, time to change tactics. "Jocelyn, we haven't even spoken in over three months. Why are you here?" "Because Greg fucked up, that's why!" I just gave her a blank look, hoping that she was referring to something other than what I thought she was referring to. "When he got home the other night, his shirt reeked of perfume and it had lipstick stains inside the collar, not to mention cum stains all over his fucking pants." "Shit," I sighed under my breath. "I knew it. I knew it was you, you little whore." she said with a cruel smile on her face. "Well, since you went MIA, Greg ended up trying to tell Cynthia the truth, and then Cynthia comes crying to me. And then the next thing I know Greg comes crying to me, too. That is after Cynthia kicked him out of the house and asked me for the name of my divorce lawyer." "Shit," I said again. "When I called my lawyer and explained to him what was happening, he mentioned that I might want to use this new evidence to renegotiate the terms of our divorce, and given the fact that I find myself struggling a bit on one income, and my asshole father who I still haven't seen in a decade, but who was at least good for my monthly allowance, has also cut me off, I thought maybe he was right. So I thought I'd come over here to talk it over with you like adults." "Jocelyn, please . . ." "No, shut the fuck up and listen. You ruined my life, you're ruining one of my friend's lives now, and to top it all off you're running around looking like some sort of high class 25-year-old whore..." She suddenly got very quiet, as she stared at me. "That's it . . . You're going to work for me." "What Jocelyn, what are you talking about?" "You're going to do what I say or I am going to sue you for everything you have because you misrepresented yourself in our divorce hearings and then I'm going to expose you to everyone for the little faggot whore you are." "Jocelyn, seriously, please." "No, shut up. Here's how this is going to go," I could see the wheels spinning in her mind as she started to grin. "You'll clean my apartment once a day. That's for starters. Then, oh this is going to be great, my boss often has a need for some, let's say entertainment for the clients that he hosts from out of the country. Something tells me that you're a 50-year-old lawyer's wet dream come true." "Jocelyn, this is ridiculous," I said with more than a bit of fear in my voice. "I hope you know how to give a manicure and pedicure, because I'll be needing those once a week from now on as well. Ooh, I am going to go out and get you a slutty little uniform too, while I'm at it. This is going to be perfect." I just stood there, looking off into the distance, thinking of all of the freedom I thought I was about to have and how it was being slowly erased. But also how, in order to not complicate things anymore for Daddy or for myself for that matter, I was going to have to go along with her demands. "I'll expect you at my house by 6:00pm every evening. I'd ask you to cook, but I remember how lousy your cooking is. I would have you clean while I'm at work, but I think I'm going to enjoy watching you. I think Michael will enjoy it, too. Oh that's right, you remember Michael who I work with, we're dating now. He's about ten times the man you ever were, even when you were still a man. If you ever were, I guess." I sat back down on the sofa, still looking up at her. "Call Greg and figure this shit out," she said as she slipped her purse back over her shoulder. "I don't care if he's your boyfriend now or some other weird shit, and I really don't care all that much if Cynthia divorces him. At this point, he deserves it. I just don't want him bothering me anymore." She turned on her heel and walked toward the door before stopping and spinning around. "Oh and you start work on Monday. Be at my house by 5:30." With that she opened the door and walked out. I sat back down on the couch and ran my hands over my nylon covered legs, looking down at beautiful pumps. I brushed my hair out of my face and sighed. It was somehow another page ripped straight out of the books of my favorite roleplays, or at least a combination of a few scenarios: wife leaves me for a better man, I am forced to be a high class call girl, and I am forced to be a maid by someone who knows the real me. I don't think I'd ever imagined combining all of them together, though. And it was the first set of fantasies that I suddenly realized might not be as great in real life as they were in my imagination. Regardless, it was now nearly 8:30 and I felt impossibly hungry. I should eat something before going to the gym for my appointment with Jonathan. Mmmmmmmhhh, Jonathan, I thought as I imagined his rippling muscles. I was pretty sure he was going to like my new body, too. And then I thought about Greg. I really needed to call Greg. What was I going to even say? Hey sorry for ruining your marriage, oh and by the way, while you thought I'd disappeared for three days I was actually laying in bed sleeping while my body transformed itself into that of a 23-year-old sexpot. Not that I thought he would be disappointed by that, but what would happen between us. Was Jocelyn right? Was I his girlfriend now? Did he want me to be his girlfriend? Did I want to be his girlfriend? Oh boy, I had a feeling that this day was going to be a long day. To be continued . . . * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Please leave a review and feel free to send comments or questions to [email protected] Kisses** Rachel