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My Secret To Success
By
Warm Hearted
This a short story that came from my noir side. It is the tell of a meek,
insecure, introvert's conversion into a forceful, respected, and envied
success. As always all comments and constructive criticism are welcomed.
Please remember my whole purpose for writing is your enjoyment.
I once was Tommy Wilkes Jr., I was always called Tommy no matter how many
times I would ask to be called Tom. My father was Tom Wilkes, but I was
nothing like him.
He was the top salesman for a small medical supply distributor. My dad
was their first salesman and close friend of the owner of the company.
My father was tall over six foot tall well built even in his later years.
The gray in his thick black hair just made him seem more powerful. I got
my looks from my mother's male side. Like her I was small framed and
short only 5'4", and rather ugly. Like most of the men from her family. I
had a huge nose, thin red hair and huge ears, I sort of, looked like the
guy on Mad magazine.
My looks were not the only things that disappointed "Big Tom", he hated
my personality even worst than my looks. He never really said anything
about my looks, I guess he knew I could not fix that part of me. Although
he was on me 24/7 about " the man I was growing up to be". It did not
matter to him if it was in sports or dealing with bullies, he would tell
me "Who would had ever thought Big Tom Wilkes's son, would be such a
Wuss!".
My mom was disappointed in me too, but was not as vocal, she would say,
"You don't want to be like your uncle Mike do you." My uncle Mike worked
for Bugger King till he retired as a cook. He was the family's disgrace
and was always used as a warning to my cousins, just like mom used him on
me.
I wanted to take Library Science in college, but Big Tom got his way, as
always and I took Business Administration and he got me a job at his
firm. I was the worst salesman on the sales team, so I was placed in
costumer service and help maintain existing accounts. Which was a major
disappointment for Big Tom.
The owner sold the company shortly after my father died of an heart
attack on a sales call. He was a salesman to the end and without him the
company lost several major accounts. So selling the company was the only
option to bankruptcy he had. I was sure I would lose my job shortly after
the sell. Still living at home at 32, I remembered my dad preaching to
me that he was the only reason I still had a job.
Then things got weird, I don't mean strange weird, I mean crazy, down the
rabbit hole weird. The new owner was William Todd, one of the richest
men in the world. He was only 30 years old and has had his picture on the
cover of Forbes three times. He was a Computer and Microbiology genius
and made his money linking his innovative computer technology to
medicine.
Surprisingly Mr. Todd, also had a reputation for being kind and
considerate humanitarian, that made large donations to help people in
need. So I was shocked when he required a DNA swab of all his employees.
I was very sure acquiring my small company, was no big deal to him.
So think how I felt, when he showed up one day and his aid told me, I had
a 10am-10:30am appointment with him. I just about hyper-ventilated
waiting outside the office for him to call me in. I was sure he was
going to be fire me personally, which showed me a lot of respect, but I
still would be unemployed.
The time finally came and I got there ten minutes early. His assistant
met me and shook my hand and said, "I am glad your early Mr. Todd is
waiting for you." I almost ran into the office, and shut the door behind
me. He was standing leaning on the desk, He was tall and a GQ model type.
I thought, "Why sit? Firing me would not take long."
Then the weird went into overload, when he told me to sit down and asked
if I would like anything. Mr. Todd seeing my dread and dismay attempted
to put me at ease by telling me why he wanted to meet me.
"Tom I have talked to your supervisor and your co-workers and you seem to
be just the kind of person I am looking for. I am going to make you an
offer that is going to change your life. I have been needing someone like
you for some time, to fill a very special position.
It's very important to me and I hope you say yes. I have been looking
over a year for someone like you. So all I'm able to tell you now is this
new post will place us in an unique and special relationship. Although in
all fairness I need to say, this position will require, a willingness for
change and hard work in learning new skill sets."
I thanked him and told him the truth about myself so he would understand
my numerous short comings and weaknesses. I started my explanation by
calling him "Mr. Todd".
He quickly interrupted me and said, "Please call me Will." I could tell
Will was being in earnest and not just faking modesty, so I continued.
"Will I don't know what my supervisor and co-workers said about me but I
know myself.
If there was one thing my parents taught me it was, I am not the
aggressive type. I am very introverted and shy. So I don't do well in
positions that have supervision responsibilities. What I know about you
Will is all very good, so I would hate to mislead you into thinking I am
manager material."
Will looked at me and smiled and tried to dispel my misgivings.
"Tom, knowing what I learned about you, I should have expected that you
would try to keep me from making a mistake by choosing for this position.
Listen Tom, I am sure you will pick up the skills you need for this job
quickly. So with all that said, is it yes or no, but please make it yes."
I said "OK, just don't be disappointed if I fail."
At that Will laughed. and said, "Tom you will be perfect, now let's go to
my helicopter in the parking lot."
We flew to the airport and boarded his private plane and took off for a
six hour flight. During our time in the air between Will telling aids to
handle certain matters, we talked.
Will was easy to talk to and I told him things that I never told anyone
else, like I was still a virgin at 33.
He asked about my parents and I told him that dad was dead but we were
not close and my mom never talked to me. I explained to Will that they
both thought I was a great disappointment. So I felt perfectly at ease
with Will unlike anyone since my only childhood friend, David Knight. We
played video games and looked at my dads secret stash of Playboy and
Hustler magazines.
As we were landing all I could see out the window was ocean, so I was
glad to exit the jet on solid ground. Will told me we were at his island
estate, which was half of a small American Virgin Island and the other
half was owned by another billionaire. There was a small sports car there
and we got in and drove to his house. I saw the jet take off as we
arrived at his front door.
We entered the house and it was huge done up in nautical style, there was
a curving stairway in the entryway. The upstairs faced a wall made of
glass to see the view of the beach and the ocean, but I could tell that
we were alone in this giant mansion.
Will sensing nervousness, he tried to calm me by saying, " It's the
staff's night off. They're nearby in their bungalows. So we can talk
undisturbed about your new position. It has been some time since we both
have eaten would you like something?"
I told him I was hungry and he said, " lets go to the kitchen and I will
fix us something."
I followed him to the kitchen hoping like hell Will was not gay, but I
thought, "If Will wanted a boy toy he could find someone a lot better
than me."
Will picking up on my caution said to me kiddingly.
"Don't worry I not Gay or a serial killer, but tonight it will be best if
we are alone during your orientation exercises."
So I followed him to a massive kitchen that looked like something you
could feed 500 people out of. We sat at a small table there and Will made
us both sandwiches and opened a big bag of chips and put some pickles on
the table.
Like two old friends we sat down to a "man" supper, This multi-
billionaire and me.
Will then asked me if I liked wine and I nodded, smiling asked me, "Red
or White?"
I answered "White." Then in a fake aristocratic voice chided me by
saying.
"How gosh white wine with roast beef a proper gentleman always chooses
red with beef." Continuing the joke Will in a fake British accent, said
as taking a sip of his wine. "Perfect shaken not stirred, Todd, Will
Todd." We both laughed, as I ate my sandwich, Will explained that he
came from a lower middle class family and made his first real money when
he was 18. He told me after that, people started treating him different
Will explained that most, either knowingly or unknowingly hid their true
selves from him and how my honesty was refreshing. He had heard what
other had to say about me and he and even knew my DNA. So I blind sided
him, when I told him, how unqualified I was for his offer. He shared that
most would have agreed immediately.
Will looked at me in a very piercing way and said, "At that point I knew,
no mater what shape your in now you are the one I need."
Then I started to feel very sick and told Will, "I think something is
making me sick."
Will then led me to a small half bath. The room had a sink with
toothpaste and brush on the sink top and a toilet, but no mirror. Soon I
started spewing, it came out of me like a fire hose over and over. For
over two hours I hugged the john with an almost constant, forceful spew
coming out of me. Over the time of my complete nausea hell, I had to
flush the full bowl down many times.
Then from outside I hear Will's voice giving me commands I had to follow,
to the letter. "Wash your face and brush your teeth. Don't pay anything
and pay no attention to your hands. Then shut your eyes and undress and
let me know when your done by tapping on the door."
I did all he said without question, not noticing my hands and without
speaking. I took off my sports coat, undid my tie, stepped out of my shoe
that were way to big for some reason, then took off my socks and let my
pants fall. Now being completely naked I tapped on the door.
I heard Will open the door and gently take me by my hand and tenderly
talking to me as he led me by my hand.
" Tom I am sure you have a lot of questions so let me explain some of
them. The reason you were sick was your wine had nanites in it. If you
would have chose red I would have taken nanite free white but you chose
white. I have been working on nanite technology for some time, but what I
gave you will never be marketed.
What I will market, once I get FDA approval, will be different and it
will cure cancer, viral infections, genetic disorders, and re-grow limbs.
I will only charge people 10% above production cost so they will be a lot
cheaper than any chemo or virus drug. So insurance companies will happily
pay for them over more expensive treatments.
Like said, the ones you got were special I took a lot of time and money
to make them. The price just in dollars not counting my time was well
over a billion. So like I said they never will be marketed, I will not
provide the very wealthy with the fountain of youth.
Tom this is what happened to you, the vomiting was you dispelling mass, I
know it was unpleasant but it was the easiest way. You are now 5'2" and
just over 100Lbs and eleven years younger. most of your DNA has been
altered, But you still retain your maternal DNA. Tom I am sorry, but you
lost all of your father's DNA though and it was replaced with another
paternal donor's.
After meeting you there are two things I regret doing, one is taking away
your self control. Although it will make this initial orientation much
easier, but the good news is I made them so I can deactivate them. To my
regret I can't do anything about the other and I will tell you about that
change soon. Ok Tom we are at the stairs keep your eyes shut and let me
lead you, but you will have to lift your feet higher to climb them."
As Will led me I thought hard about what he was saying and my body felt
different as we moved. I know about nanites from Nova and Sci-Fi I
watched and read, but he said I was eleven years younger that would put
me at twenty-two. So I'm an adult why did he make me so short and light
and why did he only replace my dad's DNA, not that I will miss it.
He was right about what he said about commanding me, I will do what ever
he commands. Being his slave was kind of scary but he said he will turn
that part off which is good.
I felt the floor level off again and I heard a door open. Will then led
me a little further by my hand, then he took me by the shoulders and
lined me up with something. Then he said, "Spread you arms straight out."
I did as he said, then he said, "Open your eyes."
I opened my eyes and I saw a petite young naked woman. She had strawberry
blond hair like my mother did when she was young, but she was much
prettier. The woman had medium sized breasts the formed a perfect ski
slop capped with dark red nipples. Her breasts extended out farther than
her chest, but her face was perfection small nose full lips and blue
eyes.
The woman's hair was cut like a mans shorter than I like on a young
woman, but it was full and thick. She had light body hair but you could
see some fuzz under her arms and on her legs, kind of European. Her pubic
hair although light showed no signs of waxing or trimming. She had an
inviting gap at the top of her thighs that you could see light through.
As short as she was she still looked long legged. She was perfection.
Then Will said, "OK. Put your arms down." and the girl obeyed as I did.
Call me dense, but I just then realized that I was the woman and I was
looking in a mirror. The mirror had three panels and Will told me to,
"Turn slowly and look at yourself from all directions." As I slowly
turned I saw a firm butt and slender womanly curves the from the side
panel I saw my back and I could see a walnut size protrusion with a tiny
fold. I thought, "OH SHIT! THAT IS A PUSSY!".
Then Will in an almost apologetic way said to me.
"That brings me to the other thing I am sorry for programming the nanites
in you for. I would never have done it if I knew you, but I had no idea
who I would find that would be a match. When we are alone and both of us
are naked, you will do anything to have me. If I tell you to bark like a
dog you will do it, or anything else. I wish I could turn that part off
too but it is hardwired.
Tonight I am going to make love to you, for one two reasons. Seeing you
naked is giving me a huge hard on. Secondly I have nanites in me too,
they will prevent me from wanting anyone, but you. I hate those whore
hound rich men that will fuck any woman, while they expect their wives to
remain faithful. So to prevent myself from turning into someone I hate,
over a year ago I injected nanites in me. Those nanites will bind me to
the next woman I have sex with.
I never thought it would take over a year for me to find you, so seeing
my perfect woman naked in front of me is more than I can bare. Oh yeah,
one more thing I like women to talk dirty during sex so don't be
surprised at what you say. You are now released and you can speak."
I looked at Will of all the things I could have asked him about, for some
reason all I asked was, "Can I get pregnant?"
Will laughed and said, "I knew you were different and no not now your
infertile, but when we think it is the right time then yes."
Then Will took off his clothes and it was like I was overwhelmed with
lust. My new sex flowered and was dripping wet and I wanted to pounce on
his cock. Although Will told me, "This is our first time so let's take it
slow." So I calmed down some, but I still wanted him badly.
He lifted me and carried me to the bed and laid me softly on the bed.
Then he lovingly took a pillow under my butt to have me in the position
he wanted. Will tenderly spread my legs, as I lustfully burned for him.
He then went down on me slowly working his finger from the back till I
felt a twinge of pain. I knew then what he was did, he just tore my hymen
and took my virginity.
I was no longer a virgin, but not in my wildest dreams, did I think it
would happen like this. Me, with my legs spread and my butt on a pillow
as a man was eating me out. Then he put in two fingers inside of me. I
thought through my rage of lust, "He is stretching me so when he fucks me
it won't hurt."
Will looked down at me and went in the drawer in the bed stand and
brought out a tube of KY jelly. Will covered his huge hard cock with it,
and removed the pillow from under me. He put his strong hands under me
emplace of the pillow and then lifted me. My legs still spread wide he
slowly pulled me on to his cock and I screamed, "FUCK ME LIKE A WHORE!".
I thought, "Did I just say that? Oh yeah, Will told me how I will talk
dirty during sex and I really want him to do it."
He pulled me closer and closer to him till I felt like I was going to
split apart, but I did not care I wanted all of him in me. Once he was in
all the way he stopped and let me learn how to adjust to him. Will did
something then I had no idea of, he slowly rotated his hips to stretch me
so I would not be hurt from what was about to happen.
Then he started pumping slowly at first then faster and faster and I
heard myself saying all sorts of things, but main mainly. "FUCK ME! I AM
ALL YOURS TAKE ME ALL THE WAY!". The world blinked out then, but just for
a second and I came back to my first ever non-masturbating orgasm. Then
my next again and again till I felt his cum pump inside of me and his
cock went limp.
Will looked at me as he held me and whispered, "I just reset your sexual
orientation, now you are a monogamist heterosexual woman." Will then
whispered, "Reset protocol 5617 to off. Tom you have free will now, I
turned off the control nanites." I responded by snuggling down on his
neck and biting his ear lobe. He responded in like manner.
Before long he was hard again and this time we were more playful. I did
not want him any less but I was learning how to control my lust for him.
Will looked down at me and said, "Tommie is being a very bad girl and
Will is going to reward her."
Will pick me up out of bed like a feather and laid me across the back of
a soft upholstered chair. looking down at the seat of the chair I
wondered what Will was doing. From that point on all I remember is pure
pleasure, for a very long time. I then discovered men can go a lot longer
the second time. I woke up in Will's arms the next day.
I knew the nanites were making enjoy Will so much, but you know what, I
did not give a shit. I was no longer unhappy, but I was the happiest I
have ever been in my life. I did not care what caused it, I loved this
feeling. If me being Will's whore is what it takes so be it, but that was
not what Will had in mind for us all.
That morning he woke me up and he was already dressed, he told me to get
up and get a shower and put on a bathrobe. I did it not because I was
forced to, but I knew he had some reason for it. Will told me that he had
to go way for about six weeks and my heart dropped when he said that. He
saw my reaction and told me that I would be very busy too.
He kissed me and left saying, "I got something for you." and he slipped a
ring on my fourth finger of my left hand. It was the most beautiful
engagement ring I had ever seen. Then a swarm of women came in the room
and Will said, "You all have your instructions, Miss Wilkes is in charge
till I return."
From that moment on and for the next six weeks I was transformed into the
perfect trophy wife. I was taught how to walk, sit, stand, dress
correctly for every occasion, the proper way to set a table. how to plan
small events, and how to apply makeup for every situation. My days were
very busy in learning to be a very classy lady.
A few days, before Will's return, the spa people descended on me. My
pubic hair was trimmed and waxed, they put masks on me, rubbed me down in
scented oils. They arched my eyebrows and taught me my night time
regiment to keep my skin soft and blemish free. My personal trainer
started me running to stay toned and how to use weights for tone not
muscle.
The one person, that was challenged the most was my hair dresser. Will,
had told them all that he fell in love with a tomboy that was raised by a
father and her brothers. The hair dresser wanted to know what I did to my
hair, but she still worked magic. My hair was still short, but looked
very girly. She wanted to keep it shaped till I got some length to it. I
told her I would let it grow.
She said as thick as my hair was it would grow fast and in about eight
months it would be at a length she could do a lot with. So the crew of
make over artists left as fast as they came. leaving me and the regular
staff alone.
I was told Will would be here in the morning about 10am, so I tried to
think of a proper way for his new trophy wife should meet him. An impish
idea hit me and it would show him how well I learned my new role. It was
going to be so wicked and sexy.
I told the staff to stock and prepare the guess bungalow by the beach by
the time of his return. I had no problem in snapping orders and telling
them how I wanted the house prepared and what foods and wines I wanted
there. I thought how I have changed, just like Will said I would.
When they told me his jet would be landing in 30 minutes, I put on a
black string bikini, I saw my neatly waxed and trimmed pubic hair as I
put it on. I thought how just six weeks ago the way it looked then
compared to now. I put on my favorite perfume and put unscented sun
screen in a beach bag. Tying a silk wrap around my waist and wearing my
large sunglasses for my walk to the beach.
The staff was to inform Will, I was at the beach and I wished for him to
put on trunks and join me.
I saw Will walking down to the beach with a confused look on his face for
the kind of reception he got. When he joined me I said, "Will, would you
be a dear and rub some lotion on my back." Will just stood there looking
down at me drooling and I rolled over on my stomach and untied my string
top.
Will grabbed me up and joked, "I have turned you into a fucking prick
teasing brat."
I whispered in his ear, "I had the staff prepare the guest bungalow for
us, with instructions not to be disturbed till we let them know."
The staff did not see us for three days and nights and I walked back to
the main house bow legged. Two weeks later we were married and I was
Tommie Todd to friends or Mrs. William Todd on formal occasions. Funny
now I don't mind being called Tommie at all.
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