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An Interesting Profession Part Four By Virginia Kane Standard caveat applies. Please do not post onto any other website without express written permission of the authoress. If reading explicit adult fiction is illegal where you live, or if you are not yet eighteen years of age, read no further and go do something innocent and constructive. 1. I had agreed to be put into a temporary chastity device to keep Grant and Betty and I employed as the photographer and models for Grant's principle client: Mr. Wilson, who was under the impression I refused to work with his overbearing, egotistical daughter only because she was acting too personal with me. Believing I couldn't possibly be a virgin due to my good looks, he threatened to pull the account away from Grant unless I'd agree to work with his daughter. Grant pleaded with me to try to get along with her so he could continue to employ me. If I relented, it would solve the immediate problem. Mr. Wilson offered to sweeten the deal by giving both Grant and I another thousand dollar signing bonus. I had to agree to be put into chastity for the duration of the new line of clothing's introduction. I reluctantly agreed, assuming it would be a good solution for me, because it would prevent his daughter from molesting me. Instead, it became the exact opposite. Agreeing to be put into a chastity device so she couldn't sexually tease me enabled her to convince her dad to have my manhood surgically disguised as a very pronounced vulva, instead. Of course, at the time I was signing the complicated consent order, I believed I was going to have my family jewels incased inside a cage of some sort. As soon as I had signed all the papers, I was given a muscle relaxant or a sedative and was taken to a clinic nearby, unable to resist. Once at the clinic, I was placed on a gurney and taken to an operating room where the people there set me onto a semi-reclining operating table, with my legs hanging down over the lower edge. My listless legs were then put into stirrups, separated and fastened down with straps so I had no control over them. While I watched in horror, my numbed penis was first pierced, and a small ring was inserted through the piercing. Another small ring was implanted under my skin immediately beneath my scrotum. The two rings were joined together by a third ring, and all three rings were promptly soldered shut. In shock, I watched the two small rings being pushed sent through my pierced flesh. It was too much to bear, so I let my head fall back, unwilling to watch what more was going to be done, but still saw what they were doing up in a large mirror placed above the operating table, which I presumed was put there for my benefit or my dismay, whichever. I was then unable to do anything but watch the mirror because I was firmly secured to the operating platform by wide straps around my chest and waist, and each of my arms were also firmly secured at my sides by four additional leather straps at my elbows and wrists. I was able to move my head around a little, but that was of no use to me. I was literally at their mercy. I begged the man at my head to stop what they were doing, but he claimed I had signed legal documents before witnesses directing them to perform the surgery. In recovery, Miss Wilson came in, kissed me, hugged me and thanked me for signing the surgical authorization I had thought was only an agreement to continue modelling for her father's company, in recognition of my thousand dollar signing bonus previously offered verbally. The authorization for my surgery was slipped in between the rest of the all the paperwork. She then showed me several close ups of my groin that she took with her cell phone after I had left the operating room in a stupor. My testicles had been pushed up out of sight up into my body cavity, which I recalled was very painful, even after I'd been given another local anesthetic. The surgical team hid my penis under the empty skin of my scrotum with a vertical seam from the base of my cock downward, to make my groin resemble a vulva. Miss Wilson told me not to worry about my being incapacitated for a while because Betty was modelling elegant designs she created for more mature males, males with fewer curves than I had. She said Betty would model the designs intended for 'plus size' boy/girls. After my recovery, I would be modelling the skimpiest bikinis imaginable and naughty undergarments she was presently putting into production. No one would be aware that my new camel toe was a disguised set of male sexual organs, safely tucked away. She then advised me of her plans for me prior to my going back to work as a model. "While Grant and Betty are busy with producing the photos of outer wear I'm introducing, I'll be busy designing an entirely new line of alluring French maid's outfits for you to model. The crinoline skirts will all be very abbreviated, to allow your ruffled panties to be on display in the catalog. The open-crotch panties showing off your vulva will be sold separately as well as with the sexy maid's outfits, and will be available in every color of the rainbow. The new catalogs will be so risqu?, we're going to charge the customers for them, seeing as how they'll contain plenty of wank material." I responded meekly to her vulgar description of the catalog: "You tricked me, and had doctors disfigure me, so I don't really care what you do to me anymore, but what will do to Grant now if I'll refuse to model for you? Why would I agree to, after what you had done to me? I'd have never consented to having my groin disguised if I had known that was what you had in mind for me! That surgery was a very sinister thing to do to me, Miss Wilson!" "Tsk, tsk, you should mind your manners, darling. It is only temporary, after all. If you insist on being so difficult, your lovely little rings could be made more permanent, like made of case hardened steel instead of sterling silver. The signing bonus you received obligates you to make yourself available to me at all times, for as long as I need you, in any capacity that suits me. Your groin modification can be reversed or made permanent once you won't be needed as a model, but that may not be for some time to come, because I intend to revise the catalog for the new line quarterly, that is: seasonally. When you aren't busy being photographed by your friend Grant, you'll live at my new apartment across the street from his studio, as my personal live-in maid, so we can get much better acquainted." She leaned over me and kissed me again. "You'll find that I'm a very fair woman once you get to know me. I treat all of my staff well and you're on my staff now, you know, as is Grant and Betty. Part of the contracts each of you signed gives me exclusive rights to your talent and theirs, paid for by the hour --- indefinitely. "Cross me, and I'll see to it you and your friends wont' ever make another dime in the industry. I dislike being rough on people who work for me, so try to be more understanding, and I'll treat you fairly. I really like you, Mel, and was surprised by your resentful attitude towards me. Now, be a good girl and get well for me, so you can get back to work." She said she'd like to stay with me day and night, but it wasn't allowed, as she put a headset on me and told me to relax and enjoy the music she chose for me to listen to while I recovered. The head set included a chin strap so it wouldn't fall off 'accidently' during the night. I instinctively knew it would be difficult to remove it, so I tried to ignore it and get some sleep. The pain in my groin was a constant reminder of my unnerving predicament. I wished I could go to sleep in the worst way. Thankfully, someone came along and gave me a shot of something. A little while later I was fast asleep, unaware of any pain I might have been in. In the morning, I felt better. The pain in my groin had subsided significantly. When I finished my meager breakfast of a poached egg and a slice of toast, with a glass of juice, Miss Wilson came in. Her cheerful disposition helped me to tolerate her a little, and I allowed her to kiss me on the lips as a way of greeting me. I began to see her as a responsible, caring individual who may be hell bent to make a lot of money, but she didn't neglect the welfare of all her employees to do it. I recalled some wise words spoken to me by Grant just before I had agreed to sign that contract that led to my being in my predicament. At one point he had reminded me that I voluntarily signed the paperwork that provided me another attractive signing bonus and generous hourly rate of pay. If I would have refused to sign it, my hopes and dreams for finishing my education in accounting might have vanished into thin air. Grant reminded me of something else. I had misjudged Grant early in our relationship because he tried to kiss me, well, he did kiss me, but I warned him that I wouldn't work for him if all he wanted from me was sex, because I wasn't gay. If my not being gay was the only reason I stopped Grant from kissing me, why am I reluctant to let Miss Brandy have her way with me? She's a woman! I know she wants to have sex with me, which could have led to an unwanted pregnancy, but that's impossible, now that my penis is hidden away safely. With that in mind, I decided to try to be nicer to her. Brandy was sitting in a chair beside my hospital bed, so I reached out my hand to her, to invite her to come closer to me. When she did, I sat up on the bed and told her I was sorry for being prudish with her. She merely nodded and told me she felt hurt, and may have overreacted. Then she said she was sorry for the way she reacted, because she really likes me. Taking her hands in mine, I told her I wasn't used to having a woman feel that way about me. We sat for a while, just holding hands, when suddenly her father popped in, and saw us. He immediately said he was sorry for interrupting, but said he wanted to talk with his daughter about something important - in private. Miss Wilson excused herself and went out to the corridor with her dad to find out what was up. They weren't gone very long. When they returned, her dad said he was heading back to New York. "My secretary just advised me the manager I left in charge of the office in our absence isn't handling some matters very well. Brandy will fill you in on what I want her to accomplish while I'm back in New York. He shook my hand, kissed his daughter on the cheek and left in a hurry. After he left, Brandy sat back down beside my bed and took my hands into hers again. "What my dad wants me to accomplish, concerns you in a way, Mel. That writer from the newspaper checked with the production company from the play my dad took you to see. From them, the writer discovered that you weren't an understudy, but were listed as a male substitute stunt double for a supporting actress." "What difference does it make how I was billed? I was a member of the cast. I didn't try to deceive anyone." "We know, but he had described you as a potential new talent in his pictorial review of the grand opening gala, citing your connection with the college as his source of information. He was laughed out of the office for billing you as a female understudy. He made the assumption because of how you arrived in a gorgeous red gown at the grand opening. "His newspaper is requiring him to write a formal retraction and an apology which will be published in the following weekend edition of the newspaper supplement. He doesn't want to be taken to task for libel by accusing you of misrepresenting who you were at the gala affair, so he wants you to explain how the misunderstanding occurred through no fault of his own." "It sounds like he intends to hang me out to dry, publicly. I might even get into trouble with the college. I certainly won't be considered for any new acting roles by any production companies like the one that let me sit in at all the rehearsals at that play. I won't be allowed to get near any theater except as a paying customer. I won't even dare show my face at the college school of drama after this fiasco." "Not necessarily, Mel. In fact, we may be able to use his retraction in his paper to our advantage. Sexy looking males being women's fashion models are the latest rage. Plain looking women like me are tired of seeing great looking women being treated as sex objects. I want sexy looking men to be treated the same way. That's why I'm introducing a new line of clothes feminine looking in style, but cut to fit a male's less curvaceous figure." "How can we possibly use my embarrassment to our advantage, Brandy? If my family hears of this, they'll disown me and deny ever knowing me." "There's no reason for you to feel embarrassed. You're a professional male model, now. Do you think female models don't have surgical enhancements to improve their chances at getting work? Don't kid yourself! All models use whatever means they can to enhance their profiles. Oh, I suppose a lot of the most famous ones have a lot of natural beauty, but none of them will pass up a mirror without checking it to see how they'll appear to the general public." "I suppose you're right, Brandy. I'm still not comfortable looking as I do. It was a fluke accident that gave me my --- breasts. I still have to hesitate when I refer to them. Having them is so foreign to me. Sometimes, I wish I never mistook my mom's HRT meds for my diabetes meds. Now, I'm stuck. If I stop taking them, I'll lose my job as a model. If I continue taking them, and let the newspaper writer interview me, my family is bound to see the article and have a fit over it. I don't know what to do!" "There's a lot more at stake here than your injured pride if you're thinking about backing out at this late stage of the game, Mel. What you should do is contact your family first, to tell them your side of the story. If you put it to them up front, and they're smart, they'll gladly support your efforts to make a name for yourself in the modelling world." "I'm not so sure. My older brother and his wife are arch conservatives. My dad is getting on in years. He's not the least bit savvy to what's happening in the fashion world. None of them will take kindly to learning about my being a clothing model for women's fashions." "You say your dad lives with your brother and his wife? If they live downstate, they may not read the Chicago papers, in which case they don't know about your picture appearing in a Sunday supplement." "Yes, they live downstate, and I asked him to take me in when my parent's house up here was set on fire by vandals after the vandals cleaned it out. We were all attending to my mom's illness at the time, but, she didn't survive her futile fight with cancer. I don't want to burden you with my tale of woe, Brandy, but I have to, so you'll understand how I ended up with --- breasts of my own. There, I said it. I have breasts, like a woman. I'm not proud of them, but I have them. What can I do! I have to make the best of my plight!" "What did your brother do when you asked him to take you in?" "He said he had room in his house for my dad, but not for me. He said I'd be away at school most of the year, so it didn't matter. All I wanted of him was to take in my extra clothes and the stereo I had in the trunk of my old car. He totally ignored me, saying I'd need it at school. He was definitely trying to ace me out of the picture, so he'd be in better graces with my dad. I don't know why, because my dad doesn't have much money to leave behind, just what the insurance company paid him for the fire loss on the house and its contents. If my dad's money is what my brother is after, he's welcome to it." "Does he have children?" "Yes, but I don't see---" "You had tuition to pay and you weren't working at the time. Were you?" You were an additional burden he may not have been willing to bear, or he'd have to cut back on what he normally provides for his kids. You have to take his circumstances into consideration, not just your needs, Mel. I don't know his financial position, but he might be struggling to make ends meet as it is, and you weren't making things any easier. You can't blame your brother for choosing his own kids over you. Can you?" "All I wanted was to be included, Brandy. I'd be away at school most of the time. Family should take care of family and stick together. Shouldn't they?" "You're right, sweetie, they should, but your brother knew you were out of work at the time, didn't he? He also knew you could fend for yourself, if you really had to. You managed to land a job with Grant in short order, once you knew you needed to raise money for tuition and support yourself." "Yes, that is true; but if I dropped out of college to go to work for more than the summer, I'd lose my low cost health insurance from being in college. I had to figure out a way to stay enrolled and still work part time for Grant." "You did that and it blossomed into a lucrative offer from my dad. Now, you received a second signing bonus from him, so your bank account must have plenty in it, seeing as how you've been living free with Grant and Betty." "I managed to put most of what I made over the summer into savings, but I'll need the money for tuition and room and board, once I return to college. I still want to get my master's degree in accounting to be able to sit for the CPA exam." "Getting that master's degree and passing that exam will qualify you for an interesting profession. Won't it?" "Yes it will. It's been my goal in life for as long as I can remember." "Does being an entry level accountant sound more interesting to you than being a highly paid fashion model? Give it some thought. You don't need to acquire any more credentials for the position you presently hold and you will earn more money here in a few months than you can as an entry level junior accountant, starting out. How many years will it take you to become a senior accountant, do you suppose?" "It'll take time, I admit. I don't know how long." "How long do you think it will take you to be able to kick in and help your big brother out financially, as an accountant? How many student loans will you have to pay off, first before you can help them out?" "I - I don't know," I admitted. "It shouldn't be too hard for a bright young accountant like you to figure out which profession is more interesting and more rewarding. If I were you, I'd put your aspirations about becoming a CPA on hold. See how far you can go in the line of work you're in right now, before your chance at attaining fame and fortune slips away." "Maybe you're right, Brandy." "I know that I'm right. Permit me to do this for you, Mel. Let me make the initial contact with your big brother for you as your employer, saying you want to help a little by defraying some of his cost of supporting your dad. If nothing else, it will give me a chance to get his home address, so I can send him part of the money you'll be making as a model. How does a hundred a week sound to you?" "If we say two hundred a week, it'll blow his mind. Don't you think? He'll wonder if I'm out robbing banks or something worse. No, a hundred a week is a substantial amount, and it may be more than he's presently shelling out to feed and keep my dad in decent, clean clothes." "Do you think about your dad's welfare a lot, Mel?" "Yeah, I do, quite often, but up until now, I wasn't sure how my helping out would be accepted by my brother and his family, because I put my priorities about continuing my education first. I guess how they react to my helping them now really won't matter much, as long as I put forth the effort to pitch in. If they refuse my help, I'll know I tried, and that's what's important!" "Good, it's settled then. If you'll give me his home phone number, I'll give his wife a call, to let her know who I am, and then perhaps arrange to meet with them together to break the good news. Initiating the contact with his wife first, as another woman, an ally, is easier than my trying to overcome your brother's male pride. His wife will probably be more pragmatic about accepting financial assistance from you than your older brother. Men have thin skins to consider. I know, you're a guy too, but you have to admit that you misjudged me too critically over my initial romantic advances. "I don't want your big brother to dismiss my initial call over his male pride. I'll speak to his wife first, woman to woman and ask her if she would mind if you wish to share in the responsibility for caring for her father-in-law." "What if she refuses to listen?" I doubt if she will, but if she does, you can then give her a call to confirm that you're making a decent living now and would like to share your good fortune by assuming some of the cost of your dad's living expenses. What have we got to lose? If they accept, you win; if they don't, you tried. You can't be blamed for finally trying to mend fences with your big brother." She was right, and I really appreciated her concern and willingness to help me regain favor with my family before they find out I'm posing as a woman for a fashion catalog. I don't know how they'll react to learning about that! My next hurdle was how to deal with the irate newsman who misunderstood who I was when I paraded down the red carpet on her father's arm on the opening night of a stage show that pretty much ended up a big flop, except for my subsequent exposure in the weekend edition of the newspaper's color supplement about what's happening in and about town. "According to the feature writer, I was what was happening," I told Brandy. "He believed I was an up-and-coming new model or a new aspiring actress. He didn't know I was merely a stand in who was listed as an understudy by mistake in the playbill. He shouldn't have played me up so much. How was I to know he'd print an oversize picture of the four of us in the paper in living color, no less? I did a double take when I first saw the picture of us with me wearing a big smile and my favorite, sexy red dress!" "You're hyperventilating, Mel. Take it easy! I'll leave you alone for now. You need to relax a while." She put the earphones over my ears with its chin strap in place under my chin, so I couldn't talk and to keep the headset from falling off while I slept. She then left my room. About a minute later a nurse came in and gave me an injection. Not long after that, I fell asleep. I had a very vivid dream about being a helpless baby. In my dream, Brandy was my wet nurse. She cuddled me across her chest, feeding me warm milk from her breasts, which like a baby, I suckled greedily. After a while, she switched teats. As I sucked on the second breast, I looked over at the first and saw that my sucking had distended her teat considerably. When I had depleted her second breast, she put me over her shoulder and burped me. As she held me upright, I looked and saw that her second teat matched the first. I felt so safe being held in her arms; I had let out a loud burp, for which she congratulated me, and set me down in my crib. As she did so, I could still see that her teats were very distended, so I formed an "O" with my mouth and tried to latch on to the closer one. Brandy slowly stood up and backed away, so that I was left sucking on what looked like a baby's pacifier. When I woke up, my room was dark, but I could tell from the closed blinds that it was still daylight out. My lips felt odd to me, as if I'd been nursing. I sat up in bed, took off my earphones and went to use the bathroom. It was a wonder I didn't pee all over the floor, because half awake, I had forgotten to sit down on the toilet to do my business. One good thing, I still had control over my urination, so I had no problem, turning around, putting the seat back down and sitting, and then emptying my bladder into the toilet, but had to remember to wipe afterwards. I was accustomed to shaking the last bit of dew off the end of my manhood. Wiping my cockhead was still foreign to me, so I had to do it conscientiously. Afterwards, when I went to look at myself in the mirror over the bathroom sink, it appeared my lips were swollen. Had I sucked on my thumbs while I was asleep? I looked at them. They both looked pink and damp to me as if I had been. I went back to my hospital bed in a quandary. What had prompted me to suck on my thumbs like a little kid? The orderly noticed that I had awaken from my nap and brought me lunch. He said he let me sleep, so the food was probably ice cold. He said he'd be glad to warm it up for me in a microwave, but I told him not to bother, as I wasn't very hungry. In my mind I laughed, because in my dream I had had a full meal at my wet nurse's breasts. He insisted I should eat my lunch to maintain my strength. If I didn't eat it, he would have to report it to the nurse, and she'd be in to find out why I was being obstinate. I recalled Brandy saying that I had been too obstinate with her. I didn't want the nurse to tell anyone I was being uncooperative, so I ate the damn lunch, after the orderly warmed it for me. Brandy returned late in the afternoon, saying she had good news and bad news for me. I told her to give me the bad news first. "Your brother wants nothing to do with you. He saw the article in the paper, and recognized you were using your mother's name. He thinks you're loco!" "Great! What's the good news?" "Your sister-in-law welcomes your pitching in to help them financially. It seems your dad's medical bills are mounting and your brother had to take out a second mortgage to pay them. She said it's about time you did your part to help them make ends meet, instead of hiding behind that baloney about wanting to stay in college to retain cheap health insurance coverage." "But, it isn't baloney! I need to stay enrolled, or I'll lose the coverage." "You have new, more comprehensive coverage, Mel, working for my dad and me. We have the best medical insurance money can buy. Of course, it doesn't cover voluntary cosmetic surgery, but in covers just about all your other medical needs admirably." "I don't care about that, at the moment, Brandy. You can tell me all about it some other time. Right now, I'm more interested in hearing more about what is wrong with my dad. Did my sister-in-law tell you anything about it?" "Oh, well, it seems he had a minor heart attack. He went into the hospital for observation, which wasn't covered by your brother's insurance, and you dad still doesn't have governmental medical coverage, because his illness has to be determined totally irreversible before the government will put him on an early disability pension. Hospitals aren't cheap, you know." "Catch 22! My brother had to pay the bill!" "Yes, he saw the article about you in the paper and he thinks you are on easy street, rolling in dough, while he's busting his ass to put food on the table for him, his wife and kids, and your dad. She gave me an earful about how they are acting responsibly while you are out living it up. She also said that she always knew there was something queer about you." "That bitch! You know that isn't true!" "I do, but that picture of you in that red dress with your goodies hanging out for one and all to see is hard to deny." "They weren't hanging out. I wouldn't dare go out in public looking like a tramp, and I don't have enough cleavage to hang out of a dress. Just like she usually does, my sister-in-law is making mountains out of molehills!" "I wouldn't refer to them as molehills, Mel. I think they look lovely on you. Like everything else about you, they're the perfect size for a boy/girl. I know I'm a big woman, and I can't help it if I have double 'D's, but they're more than any girl needs. I wish I had 'B' plus titties like yours. Men like women with pert breasts. They think of me as a cow, not someone they want to take to their beds. It's a problem I've had to live with since I was a teen." "That's weird. When you left this morning, and I was taking a nap, I had a wild, vivid dream about you. Brandy. I was a baby, a full-grown one, but I was still breast feeding. Guess whose breasts I was feeding on?" "Mine?" "Yes, and in my dream, I couldn't get enough of them." "Why the sudden change of heart? A week ago, you couldn't stand the sight of me. Now, you're having dreams about me, sexy dreams. Why couldn't you have been more cordial towards me a week ago? Would you like me to make your last dream come true?" I thought about it. "How, well, I know how. What if a nurse comes to my room and finds us in a compromising position." "No one will come to the room. The clinic's staff knows who I am and why I'm here. They won't interrupt. At least let me show you how big they are, so you'll know what you're missing." Before I could respond she unbuttoned her satin blouse, and undid her front closure bra. Her huge breasts with their large nipples burst out of her bra into plain view. I could swear her nipples were as large as those in my dream. She pulled my head forward and asked me to suck on the one closer to me. When I did, she sighed deeply and held my head firmly to her breast. "Your warm mouth forms a perfect 'O' around my nipple. I knew you and I were meant for each other. Don't stop to disagree, darling. Keep doing what you are doing. It feels wonderful! She pulled my upper body to her, into her embrace, and almost lifted me off of the bed. She handled me so easily, I felt like a little baby boy being cuddled by his mother. It felt good to be cuddled by Brandy. I wanted her to cuddle me in her arms, desperately. Why had I been so blind, before? Why didn't I realize how I felt about her sooner? We cuddled like that for what must have been hours and hours. I knew I had missed dinner, but I didn't care. I just wanted to be held by Brandy for as long as she wanted to hold me. Finally, she let me up and said she had to go. After Brandy left, the night nurse brought me a late snack sandwich. I went to sleep a happy camper, dreaming about Brandy's return in the morning. 2. I healed quickly probably due to my youth and the excellent care I received at the clinic. I was released from the clinic about a week after my appearance was altered surgically. When I returned to Grant's studio to discuss the new product line with him and Betty, I learned that all my things were already moved across the street to a building being rented by our hostess with the mostess: Brandy Wilson. She arranged to have my things moved over the day I was taken over to the clinic for my 'procedure' as she referred to it. "You better get used to being bossed around by her, Mel." Grant said. He didn't know I was already learning to let Brandy take charge of my life. To him, she was not to be taken lightly. He walked on eggs around her, just like everyone else did. She was much easier to get along with if she got her way. In my new digs, I was to have my own suite of rooms, a bedroom, a parlor or anti-room, and a bathroom with a Grecian shower and a hot tub. All of this was being built to order. The work started when I went into the clinic, but it wouldn't be complete for at least another few weeks. They had to build out Brandy's suite, first. Until my suite was completed, I was to sleep in a single bed next to Brandy's in her elegant boudoir. "How did you get a carpenter to finish your suite of rooms in a single week? I asked her. "Easy, I had close to a dozen workmen at it day and night, tripping over each other, so they wouldn't miss out on the bonuses I promised them. The sooner they finished their assigned portions of the work, the bigger the bonus. I had to warn them all, I would make them redo any shoddy work, so they all were meticulous. Big carrots work much better than nasty sticks when it comes to skilled labor. We were on a tight schedule." I could hear various saws buzzing, hammers banging, and other loud noises coming from inside my area of the apartment, indicating that the workmen were in there, applying their skills. If Brandy had only taken that approach with me in the beginning, I would have been more cooperative. I wondered if she had come on to me like a bull in a china shop on purpose back then, just so she could have me 'fixed' the way she wanted me 'fixed'. ------ Hmm? In any event, there was nothing I could do about it now, and I'd need Brandy approval to have my physical alterations reversed someday. As soon as I arrived, Brandy had me remove my street clothes and put on a short maid's uniform she custom designed to fit me. I looked at myself with interest in the full length mirrored doors over the closet along the entire back wall of her anti-room. If I had seen a vision of beauty such as this before I'd taken all those feminizing hormones, my cock would have responded to the occasion in my boxer shorts, of that I was quite sure. Unfortunately, my cock was in no condition to respond to any stimulus since it was tucked neatly away in between my thighs, with the tip of it secured to the small area of skin immediately in front of my anus. Sexual stimulus of any kind results in intense pain at the head of my cock, such pain it forces me to will my cock to remain as limp as a wet noodle. "Seeing yourself as a lovely French maid excites you. Doesn't it, darling? In time, you'll become used to it, so the pain you feel will lessen. You could've avoided your suffering if you had listened to me, and allowed me to become intimate with you. No, you had to be obstinate. Aren't you sorry, now?" "Yes, but telling me I was foolish isn't helping me any. All you are doing is torturing me further, Brandy. I told you I'm sorry. Isn't there some way we can come to a satisfactory arrangement. I'll do anything that you say, if you will instruct the clinic to reverse this bondage you have me in. I promise you that I'll make passionate love to you Brandy, as I should have the day you came on to me. I know that now, but now it's too late." "Oh, but it isn't too late for us to become lovers, Mel. We'll just have to be a little more careful with our handling each other for a while. In time, you'll learn how to control your physical response well enough to remain passively submissive, so I can take charge of our love making. It won't be hard for you to learn, and you won't get hard, once you learn. I'll want you to be docile as a lamb when we are making love. You'll soon learn to adore having casual sex my way, without deep, insistent penetration of a typical male. That kind of sex may delight the average male, but it leaves a woman unfulfilled and frustrated. You aren't what I consider the average male, darling. You're more desirable to me than any average male can be, because your fragile physique reminds me of how I'd have liked to have been born. You're my ideal lover, sweetie. "I'm a big gal and I like to get my way. A big woman like me takes longer to get excited and in the mood for having sex, but once I'm in the mood, I want multiple, deeply satisfying orgasms, not the quick fuck men desire. With all the estrogen you took, you must know what it is like to feel deep emotions for another person. I want that other person to be me, Mel. "If a fast fuck was all I wanted, I'd have had my hymen ruptured a long time ago. Men are greedy bastards. They feigned being in love with me, but all they loved was my money. They'd promise anything for a chance to get their hands on my father's business. I've been played a sucker a dozen times by shrewd men with their eye on daddy's interests. They tried to use me as their passport to his riches. Not a one was sincere. All they wanted was my dad's money making enterprises. "You on the other hand are a dream come true. You were in severe pain at the clinic, and all you were concerned about was your dad's welfare. You set aside your personal needs and asked me intercede for you with your family." "But, as I recall, it was your idea to make initial contact with my brother's wife to enlist her aid in convincing my brother to let me help them. It was a good thing you did, because he would have told me where to go if I'd have broached the subject of money with him. He was always the one with a gift of gab that could sell ice cubes to Eskimo. My folks sent me to college, and he resented it. He called me the 'prodigal son', unfairly claiming I'd be back again and again with my hand out." "You proved him wrong, Mel, so be content in the knowledge. That matter is already resolved. "Now, let's direct our attention to our needs, and not your family's. Let me teach you how I want you to make love to me. First off, if anything I say to you or ask you to do for me sounds offensive to you, let me know. That was my biggest mistake in my initial approach with you. You are very sensitive. I should have taken that into consideration. It was my mistake. See, I can be humble when I'm in the wrong. It isn't easy for me, but I can be." I was becoming impatient with her. All she wanted to do was talk about sex. Maybe it was her manner of performing oral sex, talking about it. I didn't think so, but she was taking her sweet time getting around to the good stuff. I knew what she wanted, and I knew what to do, even if I had never done it. "Say it, Brandy! Tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it. I may be clumsy at first, but you have to tell me what you want me to do!" "Okay, I want you to kiss your way up my legs, from my ankles up to my thighs. Once there, I want you to kiss my mound and fondle my breasts at the same time. Think you can manage that?" "I'll try." It didn't seem too difficult a request to me, so I asked her to get up on her bed, on her back. Then I got on my knees between her legs and began to kiss my way up her legs, alternating between each leg until I reached her massive thighs. I then slowly stuck out my tongue and let the tip of it touch the moist fur on her mound. Her sharp intake of air and her hand on the back of my head indicated I was doing something right for a change. "Kiss it, my sweet. Kiss it until the little man in the boat comes out to play." I did as she requested and sure enough, the lips of her moist vagina swelled, and it opened up to reveal a little nubbin deep inside of her cleft. "Kiss it for me, Mel and don't stop until I beg you to stop!" Pleasing Brandy orally was an easy request to fulfill, and was enjoyable to me, as well, because it was my very first encounter with a real live woman. Moisture leaking onto my backside while my saliva and her vaginal lube were being greedily sucked into my mouth by me alerted me to my sexual reaction to pleasing her orally. Fluid from my flaccid cock flowed onto the tight entrance to my bum from what I was doing to Brandy. It was an odd, but not unpleasant sensation. She used both hands to hold my head firmly in place on her vagina, as she begged me to continue. She had said she would beg me to stop, but instead, she was begging me to continue. Her grip on my head was so firm; I had to begin breathing through my nose instead of through my mouth, as I normally did when I had my mouth wide open. "Deeper, put your hot tongue in deeper, darling and wiggle it around a bit to excite my virgin love channel. Yes, like that, and don't stop. Whatever you do, don't stop wiggling your tongue like that!" I had to swallow her fluid emissions over and over, as she literally gushed! The smell wasn't the nicest thing I ever inhaled, but for some reason Brandy's scent didn't bother me. I continued to lick and suck on her until she let out a loud gasp and told me to stop sucking but not to retreat. "Leave that tongue of yours where it is, my pet. Let me savor the moment." The moment lasted for several minutes. She was breathing deeply when she finally pushed my head away and turned her body away from me, with her big backside right in my face. I didn't want to face that for the balance of the night, so I slowly slid down the bed and was about to go to my own single bed when she turned over and invited me to come up to kiss her lips. "But I just kissed you on your vagina, Brandy!" "Don't you think I know how my juices taste and smell? You tasted yours at one time or another. Did you not?" "Come, girl, up here. Let's cuddle together, kiss a while and play with each other's nipples until we fall asleep. Next time we make love, I'll show you how we can satisfy each other orally at the same time. It will be the supreme test to see if you can ejaculate and still remain flaccid. If my licking the head of your manhood will cause you any pain whatsoever, you'll have to let me know, so I'll stop. Oh, I don't know. Maybe tomorrow, I'll just try to please you without expecting you to do me at the same time. That way, I'll get to see my prize up close and give it the attention it deserves." Brandy fell asleep before me, because I had a lot to think about --- oral sex! The following day, I woke up still dressed in my new, abbreviated and sexy French maid's outfit. Brandy had turned me on my side, facing her, with my head near her breasts and her head near mine. She flipped down the top of my costume's bra to expose my smallish breasts and began to suck on one of my nipples which felt absolutely fantastic to me. She encouraged me to return the favor, which I did. Her nipples were humongous compared to my tiny ones and they filled my mouth, just as they had in my haunting dream a week earlier. . We teased each other like that until she began to breathe heavily. When she was ready, she lifted me up easily, and set me down with my face directly over her vulva, with my knees on either side of her head, and proceeded to lavish the head of my tethered penis with warm, wet kisses. With her fingers laced together behind my back, I had nowhere to go, but let my head fall to her inviting bush, to inhale her fresh fragrance. She must have showered upon rising for the morning, before waking me, because her scent was delightful and refreshing. I inhaled deeply, savoring the pleasant odor. She interrupted her kissing of my cockhead long enough to tell me to kiss her 'cunny' while she kissed mine. Soon, I had my tongue stroking deep inside her cleft while she was kissing my cockhead and toying with the rim of my nether opening with a finger, a new sensation for me, which felt almost as thrilling as her kisses. Using the moisture from her saliva, or perhaps it was a lubricant she applied to the tip of one of her fingers, she slowly penetrated my anus with her warm finger, which was unusual, exciting and, and, it gradually worked its way inside of me, as if possess me, as a man possesses a woman, sexually with his penis. I was busy attending to her 'cunny' at the time, so busy I tried to ignore the slow, deliberate intrusion of her extended finger. It seemed to me she knew what she was doing, so I didn't protest in any way, it felt too good to ignore for very long, as when her finger was in as far as it could go, deeply seated, she began to move the tip of it around in such a way it caused my limp penis to expel a bit of fluid. She continued wiggling her finger, and I continued to feel a deep, rewarding sensation similar to ejaculations I enjoyed in the recent past from my manual manipulations. I was nearly delirious on an emotional high from her coaxing me into a long, sustained orgasm! Any guy like me could easily get used to being treated like a pampered sex toy. I loved it! Surprisingly, she rolled me off of her suddenly and picked up a plastic tube form her nightstand to gather my ejaculate into it for 'examination'. All she said was that she wanted to be sure I was still virile after having my testicles hidden away deep inside of my body. "You may wish to save yourself for a marriage someday, but I want to make sure we don't unintentionally destroy what you are trying to save. "You have a follow-up appointment today at the clinic. We'll get this sample tested while we're there to make sure you can still sire children, my darling. There's no sense in our proceeding any further if you are unable to live up to expectations. Was she saying she expected me to have children with her? That's what it sounded like, as if I didn't have any say in the matter, at all. "What if I'm not ready yet to settle down and start a family?" "Don't you worry your pretty little head about it, sweetheart. I'm not ready yet, either, but when the time to get married comes along, we want to know we're healthy and in good shape to start a family. Now, let me untie your laces, so we can shower together. We don't have all day, you know." "Are you seriously considering marriage, Brandy?" "Of course! Do you think I'm going through all this bother and expense to groom you just for a quick roll in the sack? No sir!" "No, of course not Bandy, but isn't it customary for a man to make a formal proposal of marriage to the woman he loves and wants to marry?" "I'd live to be an old maid if I waited for a man to propose to me. I'm a take charge person. I don't sit around and wait. I make things happen. It may not work out as I plan it, like what happened in your case, at the beginning, but I usually have a contingency plan to resort to, if my original plan fails me." "Were you planning to marry me all along?" "When my dad saw your first proofs back in May, he showed them to me and suggested you'd be a perfect spouse for me. Since then, he's been after me to come to Chicago to meet you. I must admit, dad has a good sense of judgement about certain things, and he didn't hesitate to bring your charms to my attention. He knows what I like. Hell, he knows what everybody likes! When he met you in person, he knew I'd like you and got a hold of me in the big city right away! I'm glad he did, before some other designing woman got her hands on you." "Why did you have me altered if you wanted me for a husband? Why didn't you come right out and ask me?" "I did, and what did I get? You spurned me like yesterday's mashed potatoes as soon as I tried to get 'friendly'. Long courtships are a waste of time in this day and age. You could have read the documents you signed before signing them. Nobody was stopping you. You didn't bother. Was it really my place to caution you about what you were committing to? I don't think so. You're a big boy. You should be careful and know what you're getting involved in, not trust to sheer luck. Fortunate for you, I happen to be crazy about you and I wouldn't let anyone harm you if I could help it." She said she was crazy about me! "Please forgive me, Brandy, but I never met any woman like you before. All the women I've met before you came along looked down their noses at me, like I was a leper, because I wasn't a he-man. Now that we've become --- intimate, I admit that I'm attracted to your --- take charge approach to life." "Say it, Mel! Say it! Say it now!" "Okay. I think I'm falling in love with you. Brandy." There, I said it. "You think. You had better know, you worm!" "Okay, okay! I love you, Brandy!" I blushed when I said it. She noticed! "And, I love you, too, Snookums,, something fierce! Sometimes I want to play rough. It's in my nature, but I mean well, and you could do worse! You could marry a woman who claims to love you, but really loves your money, or whatever her game may be, like to land someone, after another guy gets her in a family way. Being told by someone that he loved me happened to me often enough to be on guard, just like you were with me at the start." That wasn't the first time someone told me I could do worse. I didn't know what to say, so I swallowed my pride and calmly said: "If you're asking me to marry you, Brandy, my answer is yes, I will. All I can promise you is that I'll be faithful to you for as long as I live." "That's very sweet of you, my love, and I'd ask you for your hand, here and now, but we have other people's needs and wishes to consider, or I'd have you standing in front of a justice of the peace in a heartbeat. I'll bet you were the favorite son of your mom and dad until you older brother had his kids for your folks to enjoy. If I'm right, you owe it to them to do your best to reward them with grandchildren. It's the only way you can repay your parents for giving you your life. I too, want to reward my dad. I'm my dad's one and only child, so he doesn't have anyone else to turn to." "I don't understand. What are you saying?" "I'm saying emphatically that I love you deeply Mel, but if you or I have a recessive gene, what then? Do we still marry and not fulfill the promise our parents are hoping for? That wouldn't be very responsible of us, would it? 3. We went to the clinic and I was prepped for sedation as soon as we arrived. "Regardless of what happens next, I want you to remember that I love you deeply, Mel and I only want for us what is best all the way around. That may not be what is best for me or best for you, but it will be what is best all the way around, taking into consideration all the hopes and aspirations of those who are dear to us as well as our own need for love and companionship." Brandy was crying, and I was crying. We clung together as if a tragedy had befallen us. Just before the sedative pumping into my arm took hold, I heard her say that to me that the doctor in charge just told her I was still virile and there was no need for any concern over my ability to sire a child. I didn't fully grasp the impact of her statement. Then, it dawned on me. My virility had been in jeopardy over my careless use of feminizing hormones, or worse yet, the recent placement of my testicles inside of my body cavity. Which it was didn't matter much. Either one of the two might have rendered me sterile, was her last words to me before I drifted off. When I awoke, I instinctively grabbed my groin. No bandages, no rings, and no stitches in my scrotum. In fact, my two testicles were back inside of my scrotum where they belonged. What a relief! Brandy had followed through, and directed the doctors at the clinic to undo the tethering of my penis to the base of my scrotum. I looked to my side. Brandy was there, asleep in an easy chair. I went back to sleep smiling, content with the world. When I woke up a second time, she was at my side shaking me. "Wake up, Mel. I have wonderful news. There's no reason we shouldn't get married! Isn't that great? I want to elope! How about you, dear, wouldn't you like to spend a week on the beaches of Hawaii with me, you decked out in a string bikini, and me in a one-piece, keeping all the men around you at bay?" I wiped the sleep from my eyes and yawned. "Me, I'd much rather spend the week with you right here in town, at our new apartment consummating our marriage until we can't walk. Let the men ogle over my pictures in the fall catalog. We don't need any men ogling over me. We have each other. That's all that matters to me. You want to have children? Let's start trying to have one right away. That ought to satisfy your dad's expectations of us." She said: "I guess my being direct and frank with you is catchy. You sound like me when you talk like that. I like your attitude, and I think the timing is right, but I'd rather spend the next year getting used to having you to myself. We could do our family planning this time next year. Yes, my dad wants us to have children, but he's not in a big hurry. He can wait another year." "He can, but I'm not too sure my dad can. He's already had one heart attack. It's only a matter of time before he has another. The unfounded lies my older brother and his wife are telling him about me must have taken a serious toll on his health. What must he think of me, now? I'm sure he's seen the picture of me in the weekend gazette that described me as a gorgeous debutante. I'm in deep shit with my dad, and I want to get back into his good graces, if it's at all possible " "You don't know it, not for sure. It could be all in your imagination, for all you know. Maybe your brother isn't talking behind your back. Maybe he is grateful for your helping him out financially. Who knows? Let's not make a rash decision without confirming your suspicions." "Knowing my dad, he probably turned over his insurance money to my older brother already to pay off the second mortgage on my brother's house. What I'd like to do is give my dad what I've saved up over the summer to get back in his good graces. Can you get in touch with them for me? I still think my older brother has a hard on for me because I was able to attend college, and he wasn't." "I already checked out your story because it didn't seem likely. Your folks offered to send you brother to college, just like they made the offer to you. He got your sister-in-law pregnant before they got married, and did the right thing by your sister-in-law, by marrying her, a high school sweetheart before your nephew was born. You were there at the time. Don't you recall?" "I didn't know it was a shotgun romance. How was I to know?" "You can count, can't you? It takes nine months to have a baby, kiddo. It took them only seven months." "Oh, why didn't I think of that?" "You're a guy and guys think with their little heads instead of their brains." We laughed out loud and nuzzled and were tickling each other when a nurse came into the room and told us we had to leave the clinic. "You're bothering other patients with your antics. You're free to leave us, any time you'd like." We left for home within the hour. Along the way, Brandy called Grant to tell him to set up the studio for a set of bridal pictures. "Melissa and I are getting married this weekend." I didn't like Brandy using her cell phone while she was driving, so I told her to wait until we got home safely. "You want to do it this weekend?" I asked. "Why get married so soon?" "You just told me your dad's meter might be running low. Is there a reason you don't want to get married to me? Do you have some guy after your hand in marriage that I don't know about?" "Don't be silly, Brandy. You know I'm not gay!" "No, not at this very moment, you're not, but that insignificant detail could change in a heartbeat if the right guy comes along to sweep you off your high-heeled feet. It's been known to happen." "NO! It's not likely! Not with me, it's not!" I knew she was just teasing, but a guy who wears dresses for a living has to keep his guard up at all times! "Good girl! Glad to hear it!" as we got to 'our' apartment, she picked me up and carried me over the threshold. "What, no formal ceremony or witnesses? How crude can you get?" I teased. "We don't need any weeping witnesses or ceremonies to consummate our love. We already exchanged vows. That's good enough for me, for now. We can get a marriage license and have a party to celebrate our good news over the weekend. Right now, I want to make love the way I taught you." We did, too. She got naked and got up on her bed and beckoned me to her. She initiated our love making with a sixty-nine, and I lavished her 'cunny' with my kisses. She lavished my untethered cock with as much resolve as she had used when it was tethered between my thighs. What surprised me was that it didn't get hard. Maybe it was a delayed effect, but I remained as soft as when my parts were hidden away, except for my cockhead. My cockhead leaked copiously into her open mouth, while I devoured her delicious juices. Okay, maybe they weren't exactly delicious, but it tasted desirable to me as fine wine, because I was still so new at pleasing a woman orally. She wasn't complaining, so I must have been doing something right. She held onto my head firmly until I provided her with her first orgasm of the day. She held me fast in her arms, basking in the afterglow. I, of course, didn't reach my climax yet, so I patiently waited in position for Brandy to gradually recover from her orgasm. When she spun me around on top her it came as a surprise. I was expecting her to fellate me. Instead, she tucked my soft cock into her moist vagina and told me to fuck her brains out. How could I? I was still as soft as can be! She reminded me that she liked a soft dick. She didn't want a man pounding into her, to satisfy his lust. He wanted me to satisfy hers, with slow, deep, loving penetration, not with a jack hammer series of slam, bam, thank you ma'am! I did my best to accommodate her needs, and she responded by digging her heels into my soft, round butt. She asked me to rise up on my arms so she could reach my nipples. With one hand on one of my nipples, and her mouth on the other, with my cock pumping slowly over and over into her 'cunny', she placed a finger over my butt. My prostate gland responded immediately and involuntarily to the presence of her insistent, probing finger by setting off one of the most wonderful feeling orgasms I ever experienced. It lasted longer and was more intense than any other I could recall. I wanted to feel that orgasm over and over again, and told her what had triggered it. As we recovered together from our massive sexual delight, Brandy told me she knew when I orgasmed from the way I was breathing, and knew that her finger in my butt had set it off. "I had to stretch in order to reach your trigger mechanism, but it worked, so I'm glad. The clinic took my temperature, and told me I'm ovulating. They said you are virile, so with any luck, we may be parents by next summer. That doesn't mean we should stop trying. It only means it's the right time of the month to be engaging in sex." Later, as we showered together, and she was washing my back, she talked on and on about the weekend. I let her. I was thrilled about our getting married. What did I care about a cake or a DJ or who was going to attend. We were getting married! That's all that mattered to me. I would have done anything she wanted to celebrate, so long as my bride and I were tying the knot! "We need to rent tuxedos, Mel. It may take a day or two for the tuxedo rental to fit us. You won't have any problem, but these knockers of mine stick out pretty far. They'll have to let out the jackets a lot. I doubt it they can accommodate me. If they can't, I may have my team of seamstresses sew up my tuxedo jacket to make sure we have it on time for the wedding service. "Yes, dear. Whoa! What wedding service? Why do you need a tuxedo?" "You told me you wanted to exchange vows. Didn't you?" "Yes, but not if we get married by a justice of the peace close to city hall, Brandy. All we need are two witnesses. I think Grant and Betty should be our witnesses." "I agree about the two of them being our witnesses, but I also want wedding pictures to display on a mantle someday, with you in a tux and me in a bridal gown, plus another set with me in a tux and you in a bridal gown. It's only fair, since I'm going to be the one wearing the pants in the family!" "You'll be wearing the pants? Why should you be the one?" "I'm a business woman. I'm no good at keeping house, whereas you like to keep things neat and tidy. I notice things like that. It's one of the things I like about you, Mel. You don't lie around on the couch all day drinking beer and belching like a sick pig. You keep yourself busy by picking up and tidying up around the house without needing to be being told. I, on the other hand, hate doing housework. That's why we're perfect for one another. You look better in a French maid's outfit too, darling." "Thank you, I suppose. You're right about my liking to keep things neat and tidy. If you stay ahead of things, the house never looks messy. I like to stay ahead of things. There's nothing wrong with that, you know." "Yes, I know, and I'll depend on you to keep everything neat and tidy from now on. You can depend on me to run the family business. It's best that we do what we are good at, don't you agree?" "Yes, I suppose you're right, but I was going to finish getting my degree in accounting. Remember?" "What for darling? One we get married, you'll have the most interesting and rewarding professions in the entire world." "What would that be?" "You'll be a mom to our kids while I go out and beat the bushes to bring home the bacon. You must agree it's what we're best at doing that means more than silly conventions. You look better in an apron, too. Our kids will be luckier than most. They'll two moms to look after them." "What about the catalog?" "Once we finish the first catalog, adding new designs as we introduce them won't take up too much of your time. You'll just have to fit it into your busy schedule, I suppose. Being a good mom will take precedence, of course." "I suppose," I conceded. "Now, I have to call my dad, Mel, to make sure he's available this weekend to give me away. What about you? Are we inviting your dad to the wedding? I don't see why not. You should also invite your brother, his wife and their kids as well. Let them all know you're getting married to a rich bitch with an attitude and big balls, so they'll be less likely to come down on you about your personal dress code from now on. Tell them it pays to look nice!" I invited my whole family to the wedding. They accepted, probably out of curiosity, more than anything else. A good time was had by all. Fin. Virg.