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XI: Bubbles - QueenCel '< : Is what I'm hearing from Rita true, Judith? About this Dennis Blake boy? - TheDivineMissN '< : What did she tell you? - QueenCel '< : Seems like ever since word went around about Tammy, everyone has been wanting to find young men and turn them into their personal sluts. The only reason I haven't said anything is because that in both Tammy's and Lenore's case, there were legitimate reasons. - QueenCel '< : I don't want to start seeing the slut population multiplying around here. - TheDivineMissN '< : What makes you think there wasn't a legitimate reason I took Dennis in? - QueenCel '< : Are you prepared to SHARE this reason with me? - TheDivineMissN '< : I figured you would need leverage with that attorney of which you, me, and Rita are associated with. Mr. Hanel? - QueenCel '< : What about him? - TheDivineMissN '< : Larry is our young Mr. Blake's Uncle, Celeste. - QueenCel '< : How...interesting... - TheDivineMissN '< : He's practically another Jeremy Poulson. Socially awkward. Comic book geek. Comes from a wealthy family, too, but...that may soon change. Their business is on the verge of collapse. His father is nice enough, from what I know of him, but he's an adulterer. Sleeps around outside of his wife's notice. - QueenCel '< : As if any of that matters to me. That Larry Hanel is this guy's Uncle? THAT is much more important to me. Seems he's off the radar as of late. His Bullchester office has been empty for some time. Perhaps if he knew Dennis was here, that might lure him back. - TheDivineMissN '< : My sentiments exactly. - QueenCel '< : Have you done anything with Dennis at all? - TheDivineMissN '< : Wellllll... - TheDivineMissN '< : ...I figured I could surprise you with what I have in mind. I used one of those Tear Ducts, too, while he was napping. The next few days should be very entertaining for him. - QueenCel '< : Just make sure Larry doesn't know he's here. I'd like that to be a... pleasant surprise. - TheDivineMissN '< : Any news on Tammy or Maggie? Their whereabouts? - QueenCel '< : No, and it's pissing me off. Katzhoff obviously has some talent in covering her tracks. We'll find them, though. - TheDivineMissN '< : Have fun with that. It's already been a few days since that Halloween party. - QueenCel '< : Don't remind me, bitch. Just keep Dennis away from Larry until we need him. - TheDivineMissN '< : Him? - QueenCel '< : Him, her, whatever you're gonna do. By the way...was that a Heifer Duct you used? - TheDivineMissN '< : Nope. Still...he should turn out just the way I want him to. - QueenCel '< : Is your husband aware of your intentions? - TheDivineMissN '< : Thomas? Yeah, he knows. Called him just before I went to pick up Dennis. He's always away on business these days anyway. - QueenCel '< : Boo-hoo. You must be soooo lonely. - TheDivineMissN '< : Love you too, Celeste. Gotta go for now. Chat later! Bye! ----===*CHAT TERMINATED*===---- * * * Maggie had taken a photograph of Tamara towards the end of their first full day in the hotel room they shared. It represented the former boy as he once looked. The kind of slim figure he had. Tamara herself gazed upon this photo upon finishing her morning shower. She then lowered the picture and looked upon the full-length mirror that showed the fullness of her figure. Tamara never complained about the regimen Maggie put her through. She had to trust in whatever plan Maggie had to free her mother from spending the rest of her life as just another pawn in the ongoing Bullchester schemes. And so, for the past few days, Tamara had been given a diet of fatty foods, while at the same time engaging in a regular workout regimen. Tamara was also being given a fair bit of self-defense training from Maggie as well. The former boy's determination to rescue her mother helped in giving her the desire to learn as much as she could about how to fight as Maggie could. Gazing upon her current figure, the results of Maggie's regimen were clearly visible. Tamara had indeed packed on a few pounds from all the food she had been eating, and she could now be considered plus- sized. She still, however, had very attractive curves, and they went well with the bright red hairstyle Maggie had engineered for her. They never stayed in one place. Maggie brought Tamara to various hotels around the country, knowing that if they stayed in one place, Celeste would be able to discover their location and send their "agents", so to speak. Maggie also booked them both under various aliases as well, to keep from leaving a paper trail. This particular hotel had a hot tub, so after assessing how far her own figure had come, Tamara slipped on a one-piece black Lycra bathing suit Maggie had picked up for her. She was already looking forward to the comforts that, according to Maggie, would come from the warm, bubbly tub of water. This would obviously be a first for the former boy, seeing as how she had never been in something like this. Tamara had an idea as to what to expect, and when she saw the bubbling, steaming tub for the first time, she was eager to step in. When she sank one of her large thighs into the pleasantly-roiling body of hot water, she let out a slight gasp. The temperature of the water was...quite heavenly. She went down the next step, and then the next, until Tamara was now waist-deep in the foaming bubbles. She let out a very relaxed sigh as she moved through the hot tub towards a portion where she felt she could sit, and submerge herself up to her shoulders in so doing. Beneath the bubbling surface were steps which served as a place to sit, and she lowered her big, shapely butt onto one of those spaces, a satisfied smile on her face as she sighed out yet again. For the moment, she was alone, having risen from her sleep before Maggie did. With all the fitness work, the self-defense lessons and the eating she had been doing while they were both on the run, this was just the thing she needed. Tamara's hair had grown a bit since the night she and Maggie abandoned Cincher's, and then escaped Bullchester. As it had grown to about mid-back, Maggie had not only demonstrated her ability to shape the former boy's hair into all kinds of what she called 'pinup girl' looks, but she also taught her how to replicate the looks herself. In every way, Tamara made every effort to absorb anything and everything Maggie showed her how to do, and the wardrobe Maggie had provided for her were certainly as sexy as anything Rita had provided for her when she was Tammy, but the dresses Maggie provided showed a little more attitude in addition to sexiness. They still had low cuts to allow Tamara to show off her incredible cleavage, and they were tight enough to show off her wildly sexy plus-size figure. It had been all business, though, and hardly any time had been spent on pleasure. This actually had the effect of eroding the subliminal programming Rita had inflicted on Tamara, but there were occasions when she found herself tapping her fingers near a breast nipple, or rubbing up and down at her chin with a middle finger. At no point, however, were the ravenous sexual appetites Rita had attempted to poison Tamara's mind with indulged in the time she and Maggie had spent together. As much as Tamara was appreciative of everything Maggie had done to effectively empower the former boy, she was starting to feel a little frisky. Once she sank herself in the hot tub, however, her thoughts and concerns had begun to ease, given the considerable comfort the mass friction and the gentle cacophony of bubbles provided for her. Her eyelids lowered until they were slits as she breathed deeply, savoring the luxurious benefits the tub provided for her. Soft lights beneath the waters gently alternated color schemes, adding to the relaxing ambience of the roiling tub of water. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Tamara snapped her head over to the familiar voice...and she smiled upon spotting Maggie looking down at her. The grinning, raven-haired woman, who wore only a white towel, raised a hand and wiggled her fingers in greeting. "It really does," Tamara confirmed. "I feel like I could stay in here for hours." "Well...you shouldn't stay in there too long," Maggie warned. "If you linger in there for about an hour or so, you might find yourself getting a bit dizzy coming out." "I just got in here," Tamara countered. "Guess I'll be okay for the time being." Maggie then removed her towel, letting it fall to the ground. "You don't mind if I invade your privacy, do you?" Tamara gestured to the tub's roiling waters. "Be my guest." "Good, because I wouldn't have given a fuck if you did mind." Maggie winked, smiling, as she submerged herself in the hot tub's waters and made her way over to where Tamara sat. She then sat upon the space next to the former boy, sinking her shoulders into the bubbly mass. "So how did you learn everything you've been teaching me, Maggie?" Tamara then asked, turning her head to the raven-haired woman. "Friends and acquaintances over a long period of time," Maggie replied. "People my father knew, people my brothers knew. By the time of our little fallout, I had learned quite a bit about being able to handle myself." "Should I ask about your father or your brothers?" Tamara asked next. "No," Maggie's answer was quick, and firm. Tamara got the hint, and dropped the subject. No doubt it was far too sensitive a topic for her tough benefactor. After a moment, Maggie only offered this to her promising student. "Let's just say I had to get away from them, and leave it at that." Tamara nodded. "Like I have to keep away from Rita and Celeste." "Don't get too used to being away from Bullchester, hon," Maggie warned. "We will need to go back there very soon. There's just one more thing I feel that you need to do before we do." "What's that?" Maggie reached a hand over to rub at the area of the former boy's bathing suit which covered the tiny, diminished organ that was effectively the remnant of Tamara's former gender association. "This has to go," Maggie remarked. "I think even you would agree that it's quite useless by now." Tamara blinked, looking down thoughtfully at her own crotch area. She placed her own hand upon where the nub was hiding. "I...I suppose you're right." "Besides...I think you'd stand a better chance at maintaining your independence from the influences of those Bullchester bitches if you became a full female," Maggie reasoned. Tamara nodded slowly, still pondering the decision, but feeling more sold on Maggie's reasoning by now. "True." Maggie, noticing Tamara's expression of uncertainty, placed an arm around the former boy's shoulders and leaned in to her. "Don't worry, hon. Sexual re-assignment surgery only takes a few hours. Vaginoplasty. I don't think you'll need the psychological re- adjustment stuff, though, considering everything you've been through so far." "But...isn't that kind of operation expensive, Maggie?" Tamara asked. Maggie smiled, thinking about the nasty blow she was going to inflict on Rita Noble's bank account with the help of her hacker friend. "Why don't you let me worry about that. For now, let's just soak." Tamara nodded slowly...resisting the urge to reply 'yes, Miss', which was easier for her by now...as she turned her head forward, easing her concerns for the moment. Maggie kept her arm around the former boy as she, too, let out a relaxing sigh. Tamara then rested her head, gently, on the raven-haired woman's shoulder, letting out a relaxed sigh of her own. "I'll do it," Tamara then softly remarked. "I'll go full female. Do whatever you have to do to make it happen." Maggie turned her head to the former boy. "Are you sure about that? It's a one-way street, after all. You won't be able to turn back." Tamara reciprocated, turning her head to meet Maggie's eyes before speaking from the heart. "Absolutely." Maggie smiled, hearing the conviction in Tamara's voice. "I guess I'll need to make some calls, then," She raised a finger up to remove a drop of sweat from the tip of Tamara's nose. "You are going to be red hot when I'm finished with you, my sweet badass." Tamara smiled back. "I'm looking forward to it." "Are you?" Maggie arched an eyebrow. "Are you looking forward to the opportunity to snap Rita Noble in half for what she did to your mom? Maybe even holding your own when you're faced with someone as dominant as Celeste Richards?" Tamara brought her sweaty face closer to Maggie's, glancing down to her lips as she spoke softly. "Yes, Miss." Maggie smirked at this. "Mmmm. I hope that's not Rita Noble talking," The raven-haired woman's lips moved until they were an inch away from Tamara's. "You naughty little bitch." Their lips locked in their passionate, loving kiss, and their bodies pressed together beneath the bubbling surface as their arms wrapped around each other. Maggie pulled away for a moment to gaze upon the beautiful face she herself had fashioned, lightly caressing around the edges of the face with two fingers as she smiled to Tamara. "Why me?" Tamara then softly asked. Maggie giggled at this. "Fate works in mysterious ways, doesn't it?" Tamara shook her head. "No, I mean...why me? You've done so much for me, even though my father wasn't the kind of person you would like. You know what I mean?" "But you're not him, are you?" Maggie countered, now understanding what the former boy was getting at. "There's a pick-up line that I absolutely hate, Tamara. 'Hey, baby', followed by some lewdly- delivered compliment. 'Nice tits', or 'boy, would I love to ream that ass', or something." "I never liked those kinds of guys," Tamara noted. "Even when I was male." "When I saw you at Gourmandizer's, you just looked innocent. Pure. You were the furthest thing from the rest of the apes, so to speak," Maggie explained. "Although I should tell you...remember that first day I got you away from Rita? When I had you make a salad for the both of us?" Tamara nodded. "I've gotten better at that since then." "You sure have, but that's not my point," Maggie responded, idly fixing Tamara's wet hair a little. "The point is that I really had to restrain myself from wanting to make you my own personal servant. You would have been so easy, too...but then, I figured that if you were easy for me, you would have been all the easier for people like Rita and Celeste." Tamara sighed in her regret. "I sure was." "It really, really bugged me that you didn't have a cell phone on you, Tamara," Maggie remarked. "I could have warned you about so many things." A troubling thought hit Tamara. She was hesitant to make her next inquiry, but it came out. "If you could drive, you could have come by the office while I was working." It was now Maggie's turn to slowly nod in her regret. She looked genuinely apologetic for the fact that Tamara's logic was spot-on. "I'm...really sorry about that, Tamara. There were other things I needed to do, but there was one thing I was not going to miss, and that was the Halloween party. My mistake was assuming they'd leave you alone, mostly, until the party...but it seems you were too irresistible a target for them to leave as you were until then." Tamara brought an index finger up to wipe a drop of sweat from under Maggie's right eye. "Make it up to me by getting my mother out of there?" Maggie smirked. "Yes, Miss." They both shared a tender giggle as their lips locked once again. * * * "As much as I would like to say otherwise," Celeste calmly answered. "we still haven't found either one of them, Ruth." A much more young and attractive-looking Ruth Portnoy...standing alongside the large Grecian man called Demetrius Konstantinos...sighed out loudly and irritably as Celeste responded to her inquiry. "It's been days." "And your son happens to be with someone who knows how to cover her tracks," Celeste noted. "They are not in one place?" Demetrius asked. "Call hotels and motels! They leave name!" Celeste sighed aloud, irritably. "It's not as simple as you might think, Mr. Konstantinos. We've already tried that approach, and no hotel or motel outside of the borders of Bullchester has any record of either a Tammy Portnoy, nor a Maggie or a Mary Margaret Katzhoff checking in. That means they're likely taking rooms under fake names." Demetrius began quietly swearing in his native language as he stepped away from Celeste. Ruth, however, lingered there. "We had the perfect setup going. I was gonna marry Demetrius, and we were gonna have Tammy be our housekeeper. I still want that!" Demetrius stepped back over to Celeste angrily. "You do better to find maid!" "You keep your tongue civil with me, sir," Celeste sharply shot back, leveling an index finger threateningly towards him. "You should both be grateful that we're making an effort to find Maggie and Tammy in the first place." Demetrius literally threw his hands up in the sky in his irritation. "Aaaaahhh...!" He growled angrily as he walked away from Celeste. Celeste turned her scowling gaze to Ruth. "You'd better keep that greek shithead under control. I won't put up with him harassing me about this." "I...I'll do what I can, Celeste," Ruth earnestly replied as she began to step away. "He's been high strung since the party, though. Thank you for your time." Ruth hurried over to Demetrius as they both distanced themselves from Celeste. "Settle down! Don't act like that in front of Celeste! That's suicide for someone like you. Do you have any idea how powerful she is around here?" "Is kidnap," Demetrius protested. "Tammy is family. Must be with mother." "Yes, I know," Ruth snuggled up to the muscular man, grinning sweetly. "It's so charming of you to be so concerned for me, dear...but in the future, don't go bugging Celeste anymore about this. Seriously." "Poly' kala'," Demetrius replied, in his native Greek. "Er...that mean 'very well'. I...do what you say." "Good, good. Thank you, honey," Ruth patted his shoulder gently as she spoke. "You know, you must teach me how to speak your language sometime." "Will do so after marry," Demetrius replied. "We marry soon, yes?" Ruth sighed on this inquiry. "Well...I've been thinking about that. Dear...I really don't want to tie the knot again without finding Tammy. The place we picked out is pretty big, and we really will need a housekeeper to see to its upkeep." "You say you have daughters," Demetrius noted. "Neither of which like me very much," Ruth countered. "If I bring them in, they'll just make my life a living hell by dwelling on the past. I'd much rather not have them around." "We fix them," Demetrius reasoned. "Like they make Timmy Tammy." This seemed to enrage Ruth. Her eyes flared in anger as she replied. "That's NOT gonna happen, Demetrius. In fact, I don't want to hear you suggest that ever again, you understand? And don't go trying a stunt like that behind my back, either!" The larger greek man's expression went a bit timid, not expecting to hear such a reaction from the woman he had been told to set up matrimony with, much like Xavier had been set up to start his ongoing relationship with Jemima Poulson. "Poly' kala'," Demetrius eventually responded. Heading back outside of Rubie's Mall, their gazes went to the skies as the setting sun showed off a beautiful array of dusk coloring as the afternoon slowly dissolved into evening. Ruth, however, could not help but be worried as they stepped outside. "This is worrying me sick, Demetrius," Ruth quietly lamented. "I want my so...I mean, my daughter back. I've been having trouble sleeping over it. I hope she's safe, at least." "Wish I knew, but...do not like seeing you this way," Demetrius placed a hand firmly on the woman's shoulder. "We go to boat. Clear sky full of stars. Have drinks." Ruth turned her head slowly to the larger greek man, smiling. "You know how much I love that. Just makes me feel like...Jackie-O." "I be your Aristotle, yes?" Demetrius smiled. "We go?" Ruth giggled. "Poly' kala'." * * * It came as a complete shock to the mighty warrior known only as Den. The dreaded and all-powerful wizard called Zeg had taken him by surprise, and had cast a nefarious enchantment which reversed the effect the experiment had on young David Ellis Norman...the experiment which had brought the young man to the embattled world of Neverwhere in the first place. Now, instead of a bald, muscled warrior, he was a skinny young man once again. As he was without his glasses, his vision was blurred slightly. Strong simian humanoids held each of his arms. If he were the man he once was, fighting these minions would have been all too easy. As he was back to being a short-haired young boy, however, their grip was far too strong for him to break, and they dragged him through the cavernous lair towards their master. Zeg's laughter was unmistakable as his triumphant gaze focused on the blond-haired boy. "So this was the secret to the almighty warrior who has been the cause of so many of my problems. I should have realized that there was a trick to you, boy." "Where's Katherine??" David screamed out. "Ooooh, wouldn't you like to know??" Zeg mused. "Aren't you a little young for someone like her, boy??" "If you've done anything to her, I'll..." He squirmed fruitlessly against the furry hands that gripped him. "...I'll..." "You'll do what?" Zeg asked incredulously. "Scream and pout and complain? The way you are now, I'd be surprised if you could even lift a sword to challenge me! But for all the grief and the hardships you had put me through as what I now realize was nothing more than a troublesome alter-ego, I can certainly inflict my own brand of revenge upon you!" David maintained his effort to try and sound tough. "Killing me won't get you anywhere, Zeg!" "Oh, ho!" Zeg craned his head forward with a most devious and unsettling expression on his face. "What makes you think I want to kill you, boy? I have something far more...humiliating in mind for you!" He then raised his hands high, and they began to glow with a bright light. "Dipsy doodle!" Zeg then brought his hands down towards David, who gasped as the magic energies surged towards him, glowing ever brighter as it closed in... * * * "Oooh!" The upper body of Dennis Blake shot up from the flowery pillow of his guest bedroom as he squealed, his eyes wide as saucers and his thin eyebrows raised. His lips were pursed a bit from the exclamation, although his lips always seemed perpetually pursed as of late. The fingers of a moisturized hand...the tips of which had long, polished, and French-cut fingernails...had gone to his lips as well, this being an obvious reflex reaction. "Oooh..." Dennis began to relax, his delicate hand going to his mullet of fluffy, bright blond hair. "...just a nightmare," he assured himself in a soft voice. Swinging the legs of his completely hairless body to the side of the bed while keeping them together, Dennis slipped his feet...the toenails of which had been painted a cherry red color...into the pair of girlish slippers that awaited her feet by the bed. Placing his hands on his knees, he brought the posterior of his moisturized body up until he was on his feet, raising his hands with girlish sweetness. His peach-colored satin nightie hung down loosely over his body, reaching down to his knees, and he smoothed out whatever wrinkles it might have gotten from whatever positions he was in while he slept. He then walked over to the white vanity table Auntie Judy had moved in from another room of the large house. Delicately placing his sheer pink panties-clad posterior upon the seat, he first went to work on his eyelashes, tending to them with his eyelash brush, holding it firmly with his finger and his thumb. He next applied a pale makeup base to his face, and then added peach-colored mascara to his eyelids, followed by the application of pink blush to his cheeks. He finished his morning ritual by grabbing a tube of cherry red lipstick, and then applying it to his lips, making sure every inch of them were painted with it. Once he pulled a pair of paper towels to blot excess lipstick with, he deemed himself done and ready for the day. Just as he was about to rise, however, it occurred to him that there was one last thing he had forgotten: did his hair need any touch-ups? Looking at how fluffy and full his head of hair was, he figured all he needed to do was to give it a couple of shots of hairspray to make sure it was firm. There was also the matter of the perfume he needed to apply, which he accomplished by picking up the glass perfume spray bottle and misting the white linen scent all over his head, concentrating a couple of shots beneath each of his ears. Once this was all done, he confidently rose from his seat, as delicately as he did when he had lowered himself upon it. Once he was on his feet, he looked down and began tweaking his nipples as per the habit he had been conditioned to do. The breast nubs felt a little perky this morning, which according to his Auntie Judy was a good sign. Delicately pulling off the peach nightie, he opened the closet of his room and pulled out his sheer black robe, savoring the feel of the sheer, see-through fabric before he tied it closed. He left the collar area open, though. It was just the way Auntie Judy liked it. Gazing at himself in the room's full-length mirror as he posed effeminately in front of it, he blew a kiss to the mirror image of himself, and then went for the door. As per his conditioning, he went right for the kitchen once he was downstairs. Just as Auntie Judy had taught him to do, he began preparing his Auntie's morning coffee, making sure there was a fresh filter and a clean cup for the entire process. As he waited for the coffee to begin filling the mug, he began preparing Judith's morning breakfast. The previous night, she had instructed for him to make her eggs, sunny-side up. He popped up a pair of wheat bread slices from the toaster, and cut a couple of squares of butter to place alongside it on the dish. Once the coffee was ready, he arranged all of it on a silver tray with a pair of handles, and carefully brought it over to where Auntie Judy was waiting: at one end of the dining room table. "...Harold, to be quite frank, you really should have thought of that before we had our little fling," Judith remarked as she continued the conversation on her cell phone. "You really should have told me that you were a married man. I certainly didn't force you to engage in our little hanky-panky, did I? It was supposed to be a simple business meeting," Judith nodded in acknowledgement to Dennis as he delicately placed the tray down in front of her. "Protest all you want, Harry dear. It's your mess, and I'm not going to help you clean it up this time. But you certainly have a reminder of the price you have to pay for your indiscretions, yes? Hmm? Oh yes, he made it over here just fine. Yes, he's learning as much about management as I can teach him. He's such a well-behaved young man, too. Oh, don't worry...I'll be holding on to him for as long as is necessary. I may not even let him go, he's so helpful! Listen...I must dash, but...if you're able to get your questionable situation in order, you can always call me again, but please don't bother me about giving you any more help. Goodbye, Harry." Ending the cell phone call, Judith placed the phone down beside the dish on the tray and angled her head to Harry's effeminate son, who angled his head forward with his cherry red lips puckered. Judith's lips touched those of her sweet-scented young guest lightly. "Mmmm, you smell nice this morning, Debby dear. I like to be able to wake up to a sweet scent like yours, and this breakfast you've made for me looks quite delicious." She tried a forkful of the eggs, placing it in her mouth. "Mmmm...tastes just as good. Excellent work." "Thank you, Auntie Judy," Dennis sweetly responded, grinning sweetly in his satisfaction over having served Judith so well. "Now, you need to get my shower going, and prepare my dress for the day," Judith explained, after swallowing her second forkful of eggs. "I'll also expect you to pat me dry completely with a clean towel, and then dress me." "Yes, Auntie Judy," Dennis answered, still holding her effeminate pose. "So...now that I have my breakfast..." Judith stopped, keeping her eyes on the effeminately blond young man. "...is there something you're forgetting?" "Ummmm...um..." Dennis fiddled a couple of fingers at his chin as he was deep in thought. When it hit her, her eyes went wide once again. "...oooh! I need to make breakfast for me, don't I?" "That's right!" Judith replied, feigning satisfaction over his being able to remember. "Since my breakfast is just fine, you may go back into the kitchen and make yourself whatever you wish to eat this morning. Before you go, however, I have something else to give you. Come closer, Debby." Once Dennis moved closer to where Judith was sitting, the debutante rose up and pulled something from a pocket of her velvet robe. It looked like a thick, black-lined pink ribbon, but a nicely-sculpted cameo was attached to its midsection. Judith then brought this under the chin of her effeminate servant and clasped it at the back of his sweet-smelling neck. Having figured out how big the ribbon needed to be, the choker fit quite snugly around the radically girlish young man's throat. "The woman on that cameo is an ancestor of the Newlington family," Judith explained. "She started out as a lowly servant, but she earned her way through the hard times of the wealthy family she served and eventually inherited the family fortune. It's a trend many of us Newlingtons have been following through later generations." Dennis just nodded. "It feels nice on me, Auntie Judy. Thank you so much!" "You're welcome, Debby," Judith responded. "Now go on and start getting your breakfast together." Dennis began walking to the kitchen, but she stopped midway and turned back to Judith. "Auntie? Ummm...how long will it take before I...you know...my body is ready?" Judith turned her head to the effeminate young man with a devious look on her face. "Much sooner than you might think, dear." XII: New Beginnings "Tamara?" Through the haze of the anesthetic, she was able to hear Maggie's voice, as if it were at the end of a long tunnel that Tamara needed to make her way through. Maggie saw the former boy's eyelids begin to move a little. She was definitely coming out of unconsciousness. "Come on, sleepy-head. Wake up," Maggie gently added. "Don't keep me waiting too long." Once the eyelids began to part, Tamara could only see a white haze, and a single, hazy shroud come close to her eyes. She saw another dark blur wave back and forth in front of her face. Maggie lowered the hand she waved in front of her eyes, and waited. The haze of Tamara's eyesight began to sharpen now, and when clarity restored itself, she saw Maggie smiling down at her. The memory of being taken to the medical clinic for the vaginoplasty surgery came back to her as well, the expenses successfully paid for by way of a hack into Rita Noble's bank account. Tamara had been put to sleep, and the surgeon assured her prior to putting her under that when she was brought out of it, she would no longer have any evidence whatsoever between her legs of having once been a male. "Welcome to the other side of the gender divide, bitch," Maggie remarked, planting a kiss on Tamara's forehead. "You are now well and truly dickless." Tamara smiled, despite her worries about any manner of complication the operation might have had. "Thanks." "Doctor told me it was easier than he imagined it might have been, since you had been under the effects of 'strong feminizing agents'," Maggie explained. "I'll get the full skinny from the Doc before we're outta here. For now, get yourself some rest. I'll come back in a few minutes to bully you some more about becoming a red hot babe." Tamara giggled. "Looking forward to it." She noticed now how her voice sounded a little more female as she spoke these words. It really did feel like she had crossed a threshold. Looking to the window that showed the hallway outside of the operating room, Maggie saw the male doctor signaling to her to step over to him. In his hands was a clipboard with a small stack of papers clipped to it. Maggie nodded and approached the door, disappearing behind it as Tamara took a deep, relaxing breath and laid her head back on the comfortable white pillow. "You're not gonna tell me about any complications, are you, Doc?" Maggie warily asked. "What, with the operation? No, not at all. The surgery went fine. She has a fully functional vagina," the doctor reported. "But...seeing as how it was customary to get some blood tests done prior to the start of the procedure, I wanted to fill you in on what I found. It was...puzzling, to say the least." Maggie nodded slowly, fearing that this was going to be more about those 'feminizing agents' Celeste had infused into the young woman that was once Timothy Portnoy. "I'm listening." "Well...I'm sure you've noticed that Tamara's skin has a paleness to it, but it doesn't have to do with natural skin pigmentation," the doctor explained. "It was artificially induced. Perhaps chemically, in fact. I know you told me not to ask about those chemical stimulants which seemed to have radically made her body the way it is, but I need to ask you about one of these elements, because I have to say that it?s...quite advanced, in terms of medical science.? ?How do you mean?? ?Well...it has to do with her breasts, Miss Katzhoff,? the doctor continued. ?Tamara seems to have a hyperactive set of mammary glands, but they?re in a kind of dormant state. Like they?re waiting for a trigger mechanism. If there hasn?t been any kind of change to the manner in which the female body produces milk, I would wager a guess that prolonged friction upon the nipples would be the trigger in question...but that?s not the unusual part.? Maggie kept listening, although she feared to hear something she knew she would not like. ?Apparently, stimulation of the nipples has been fused to Tamara?s nerves by virtue of a radically advanced chemical tether, so to speak,? The doctor revealed. ?A kind of tranquility effect is forced upon the body, starting from the breast area and gradually extending outwards until the entire body is affected for as long as there continues to be friction on the nipples, give or take a minute or two...or longer than that, in fact. I could not be certain. I am tempted to ask you if we could keep Tamara here so we can run some more tests.? ?Out of the question,? Maggie replied. ?My only concern would be whether or not she can function.? ?But you should be aware of what will happen if someone ever suckles on Tamara?s breasts for...well, however long it takes for the chemical tether to form,? the doctor warned. ?The tranquility effect, if my theory is correct, should enforce a kind of docile state, similar to that displayed by bovines.? Maggie?s eyes widened. She didn?t like how this sounded at all. ?You mean to tell me that if someone sucks on Tamara?s breasts for...well, however long you think it will take, she?s going to start acting like a cow?? ?Her mammary glands will also become very active,? the doctor added. ?The way she is now, though, I should tell you that there is a chance of involuntary milk build-up in her breasts. If Tamara ever tells you that her breasts are feeling sore, it?s probably because she?ll need to lactate. This is also hypothetical, though. With the advantage of testing, I could give you better answers.? ?We don?t have that kind of time, Doc,? Maggie remarked. ?Once she?s recovered, we have to be back on the move. I could not tell you why.? The doctor shrugged. ?Whatever matters you have outside of here is none of my business, of course...but I think Tamara can be released after a day or two if you don?t want us to hold on to her.? Maggie nodded. ?Thank you, Doctor. I appreciate your sharing this with me,? She then re-entered the recovery room to spend a little more time with Tamara. In no way, however, did Maggie mention anything at all about what the Doctor had just explained to her. And she hoped, for the moment, that she would never need to. * * * ?So...? Judith began, with barely-restrainable interest. ?...you are ?KathWells?, eh?? Standing before Judith Newlington and Rita Noble, both of whom were seated at a table in the park, was a freckle-faced teenage boy with a mullet of red hair. He had a somewhat gangly build, and wore a rather plain-looking blue and yellow-striped T-shirt to go with his faded and worn blue jeans. ?Yeah, that?s me, but...how did you know?? Although the boy certainly found both women attractive, his gaze lingered more often on Rita Noble?s figure as she smiled up at him, similarly intrigued by the circumstances. ?And what is your name outside of the chat program, hmmm?? she asked. ?Brian Parker,? the boy answered. ?And what do you do for a living, Brian Parker?? Judith asked. ?I work as a cashier at Gourmandizer?s, mostly,? Brian replied. ?Or wherever they need me. Last week, I was in the Meats department.? Both women nodded slowly as they silently looked over the boy?s figure. ?So...may I ask now how you were able to figure out that I?m ?KathWells??? Brian then asked. Rita giggled a bit as he glanced to Judith. ?What admirable manners you have, Brian.? Brian blushed at this, smiling to the large-breasted debutante in the tight white dress. ?Thank you.? ?Well, it?s like this, Brian,? Judith explained. ?Do you know anything about a concept called the IP address?? Brian slowly nodded. ?I know a little something about it. Internet thing, right?? Judith nodded. ?That?s right. On a chat program like Speakabout, every user has an IP address. With certain programs, IP addresses can be traced to certain computers. That?s how we found out where you were.? ?You know, I find it very interesting that you use a female name on our chat program, Brian,? Rita remarked, keeping her eyes locked on Brian?s, noting his obvious interest in her. ?Why would a boy like you use a chat account with a female name?? Brian shrugged. ?Well...like ?HereImDen?, I?m a fan of the ?Den? comic book, but I like the Katherine Wells character. I found it interesting that she used to be an older woman before she found herself in Neverwhere. She?s really attractive, too.? ?I wonder, though, how ?HereImDen? might react if that person knew that you were really a boy,? Judith observed before sipping from the drink she had bought. ?Well...I hope he doesn?t take it too hard,? Brian remarked. ?We did a lot of online role-play as those characters, after all.? ?Did you?? Rita feigned surprise, even though she had already gotten transcripts of their chat sessions from the Speakabout server. She had to admit that their exchange of character dialogue...and their simulation of sex between Den and Katherine...was pretty convincing. ?Tell me something, dear...was there ever an occasion where ?HereImDen? wanted to know what you looked like for real?? Again, she already knew the answer to this question, but she wanted to see Brian?s reaction. Sure enough, he nodded. ?Yeah, he asked me about that. I just told him that if he was ever in Bullchester, I?d try to hook up with him.? Rita could hardly resist asking her next question. ?Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a girl, Brian?? She leaned forward towards Brian as she spoke her next sentence. ?You certainly have a general idea how to have sex as one.? Brian looked entirely dismissive as he answered. ?That was all just roleplay, though.? ?But there had to be some interest there, don?t you think?? Judith reasoned. ?Especially if you role played sex between a man and a woman...and you, a teenage boy who works at Gourmandizer?s, were the woman.? Brian began to find their interest in this line of conversation a little troubling, although his interest in Rita lingered. ?Honestly...this was just roleplay. There was really nothing to it. It?s...not like there aren?t other guys out there who use female names, after all.? ?Oh, I know the concept, Brian,? Judith responded. ?I believe they?re called ?sockpuppet? accounts...and you, apparently, are one of them. Personally, I find that kind of deception a little disturbing.? ?I still don?t buy that there isn?t something more to your want to continue using a female name for a chat handle,? Rita noted as she rose from her seat. ?There?s no need for you to be so nervous, or even guilty about it though,? She stepped closer to him, and she already noticed that Brian was getting a bit flustered by her being so near to the teenager. ?In my line of work, I can?t help but find it quite interesting.? ?Annnnd...um...what do you do, if I may ask?? Brian found the perfume scent Rita wore quite alluring. He made no effort to resist as she placed her arms around him. ?You might say I'm something of a social worker, dear,? Rita replied, keeping her face close to the teenager?s. ?Among my specialties is to help those who are gender-confused develop more confidence about themselves. I?m sure you?re aware that there are many out there who feel that they were born in the wrong body. Professionally speaking, I explore this with them.? ?Well...uh...I don?t have such worries,? Brian remarked. ?Sorry...I don?t think I got your name?? ?Rita Noble,? The shapely debutante cooed. ?But you may call me ?Madame Noble?,? She then gestured to the other nice-looking woman. ?And this is Judith Newlington.? ?Rita is also the head of Loris International, Brian,? Judith noted. ?So she?s kind of a big deal here in Bullchester.? ?Not to say that Judith here isn?t,? Rita mused as she started playing with a few locks of Brian?s hair. ?I noticed you staring at me, sweetie. Do you like what you see?? Brian smiled meekly. ?Y-yeah...? He couldn?t help but blush as Rita wrapped her arms around him, pressing her body against his as she kept stroking his hair. ?...you...you smell nice, too.? ?Thank you, dear,? Rita cooed as Judith watched in her amusement. Her puffy lips then moved close to Brian?s ear. ?You should try it sometime,? She whispered alluringly. ?Uhh, well...I-I?m not a perfume wearer...? ?You can?t hide anything from me, you know,? Rita purred. ?If you?ll let me, I want to see if there?s anything more to your want to use a female chat handle.? ?Rita...it?s...it?s just roleplay,? Brian repeated. ?That?s all. Really.? Judith rose to her feet as Brian spoke, coming up behind him to place her hands on his shoulders. She spoke into his other ear. ?Rita won?t hurt you, Brian. She?s a social worker. Don?t you want to humor someone you?re obviously attracted to?? ?If it is as you say? Just roleplay? I?ll have satisfied my curiosity, and that will be it,? Rita feigned assurance as she spoke. ?I won?t bother you anymore about it.? ?And if you do this, we can find out who ?HereImDen? is and let you know who to look for,? Judith noted. ?Doesn?t that sound fair?? Rita had moved Brian?s hand up to one of her breasts as Judith spoke, and rubbed her thigh seductively against the nervous teenager?s own leg. ?Humor me?? She cooed alluringly into his ear. ?Pllleeeeeeaaaaase?? Brian swallowed hard, his body shivering. ?Wh...when...did you...? That, to Rita, was evidence that she finally had him. It was enough of an answer in the affirmative. ?Whenever you can give me a chunk of your time, honey,? The crafty debutante interjected. ?When do you have work?? The scent of the perfume made it hard for Brian to resist such an offer by now. ?Uh, well...today is...actually, my day off...? ?Sooner than later. I like the sound of that,? Rita cooed. ?We can go to my place right now, if you like. I?ll just sit you down, and we can have our little talk over a drink or two.? Judith smiled a bit as she sat back down to sip at her drink. She knew this ?talk? would become much more than that. ?How long will this take?? Brian found himself asking, still feeling a little wary for what he was about to get himself into. Rita, who was still smiling even as her mind was brewing up a fresh process, tilted her head to the side. ?As long as you?re comfortable with, Brian. 30 minutes, an hour, however you want to run it. It should be no different than a therapy session, and I won?t even charge you money for it.? Having studied up on the records of Brian Parker, she was certainly confident that there would be no real consequences from luring him in. He had moved to Bullchester to go to school in a neighboring district, and Brian?s father Jedediah...an alcoholic...was killed in a drunk driving incident that Jed had been the cause of. Brian?s mother Leslie was all the teenager had left in terms of immediate family, since he was an only child. ?You?re in good hands, Brian,? Judith reminded the red-headed young man, smiling. ?Don?t you worry about a thing.? Rita angled her head to Judith as she led the unsuspecting young man away to the Parking Lot. ?See you later, Judy-jude.? Judith mouthed the words ?have fun? to the shapely debutante as they distanced themselves from her. During the ride to Rita?s home, she casually asked him questions based on her findings, partially as a test of Brian?s capacity to be honest. Unsurprisingly, he passed this test, verifying all the information Rita learned in advance about him once she had found out who the IP Address belonged to. There was one question, however, that she needed to ask. ?So what kind of a relationship do you have with your mother?? ?I?d rather not go into that,? Brian replied. ?One of the reasons I came out here was to put my old life behind me. Go out on my own. Be independent. Be my own person. Really take charge of my life, y? know?? Rita nodded. ?That?s a very admirable initiative. So she never really wanted you to leave the cradle, so to speak?? ?She drove me nuts about it,? Brian answered. ?Nothing but worries. Always coming up with God knows how many reasons why I shouldn?t go. She?s such a pessimist!? ?But she?s your mother, dear,? Rita reasoned. ?Isn?t worrying about their own children what mothers do?? ?Yeah, but there was only so much of that I could take,? Brian responded as the car pulled into the driveway of Rita?s home. ?I had to break away.? Rita twisted the key in the ignition and the car?s engine went quiet. ?Aaaand here we are.? Brian looked amazed at the sight of Rita?s large home. ?Wow...when you said you were a big deal here, you weren?t kidding! This place is POSH!? Rita giggled as she and Brian exited the car. ?Yes, it is, isn?t it? Being the boss of an internationally significant business firm does have its perks.? ?So...the therapy is a side thing?? Brian asked as she followed Rita to the front door of her home. The shapely debutante unlocked the front door and then turned to her young guest. ?You could say that.? Rita led the amazed young man to the living room of her home and gestured to a couch. The crafty debutante pulled a plush and comfortable chair over until it was very close to Brian, giving the red-headed visitor an amused wink over the fact that he was still staring in awe over her beauty as she lowered her large posterior into the seat. ?Would you like a drink before we begin?? Rita then cordially asked. ?Uh...later, maybe,? Brian replied. ?Very well.? Rita then leaned in close to her somewhat nervous- looking guest, locking her eyes with his. ?Now there?s something very important that I need to ask of you. I need you to be absolutely truthful and honest in your responses to my questions, and far more importantly, I need you to trust me. You already know that I am not going to hurt you in any way as we do this, so you shouldn?t be afraid or hesitant to do exactly as I tell you, no matter how unusual it might be. If you can?t do any of those things, this is going to be a colossal waste of our time, so don?t go into any of this thinking that this is some kind of role play unless I specifically set it up as such. Are we understood, Brian?? Brian nodded. ?Of course, Rita.? The debutante?s expression suddenly darkened. ?Excuse me?? The teenager frowned in confusion. ?What? I said yes.? ?Yes...what?? Rita firmly asked. ?I did tell you what you should call me, didn?t I? Have you forgotten so soon?? His look of confusion lingered, but it finally hit him after a moment. ?Oh...yes, Madame Noble.? The sweet smile returned to Rita?s puffy lips. ?Good. That?s better. Now let me ask you bluntly. Do you like girls, Brian?? The teenager nodded. ?Yes, Madame Noble.? ?Have you ever been with a girl?? Rita next asked. Brian shook his head. ?I have friends who are girls, though.? ?But nothing romantic, right?? He shook his head once again. ?Now again, I need you to be totally honest with me, Brian,? Rita reinforced before bringing up her next question. ?How do you feel about boys?? Brian just shrugged. ?They?re okay. I like girls better, though.? ?Why?? Brian once again shrugged. ?I just...like the way they look is all. They?ve got such...nice hairstyles, and they smell nice, and...they, they just...they always look nice.? ?Like I do?? Rita mused. Brian nodded. ?Yes, Madame Noble. You look really, really awesome.? Rita grinned over the compliment. ?Well, thank you, dear...although it does tend to take a bit of time to look as good as I do. Working with mascara, lipstick, eyeliner...it can be quite a challenge. And you have to get it just right, or you wind up sabotaging yourself.? Brian nodded again. ?I don?t think I could ever learn how to do all that.? ?No?? Rita arched a thin eyebrow. ?Forgive me if I find that a little hard to believe, Brian. After all...it isn?t rocket science to be able to brush one?s eyelashes, or rub blush onto your cheeks, or even run lipstick over your lips.? ?Yeah, but...you make it look good,? Brian reasoned. ?I?ve got too much hair on my body. I?d look silly.? A slight smile now played on Rita?s lips. ?Do you feel it?s important for men to have hair on their bodies?? Brian shrugged, not being able to come up with a reasonable response to justify the need. ?I dunno. I know some guys take pride in being all hairy.? ?But we?re not talking about ?some guys?, Brian,? Rita reasoned, once again locking eyes with his. ?We?re talking about you. How do you feel?? Brian went quiet, wondering how he should answer that question. Rita, however, resumed speaking before Brian could say anything. ?It?s not unheard of for men to get rid of their body hair. Swimmers, for one thing. Body hair removal has never been a gender-specific thing, Brian. Do you think if someone dared you to get rid of all of your body hair until you were baby smooth, would you do it?? ?I...I dunno,? Brian replied. ?Maybe. I mean...I could hide it under my clothes, couldn?t I?? ?But that implies that you would be ashamed of it, don?t you think?? Rita tilted her head as she spoke. ?Why should you be? What they think shouldn?t matter, right? It?s your body, after all.? ?Well...? Brian seemed to be thinking on this. ?...do you think I would look good without any hair on my body?? Rita?s devious smile, in response to this question, turned into a sweet giggle. ?I think any man who can bring himself to understand women, and what they go through to look attractive without feeling ashamed for wanting to understand in the first place, is the kind of man I would grow to appreciate, Brian...but if you really wanted to impress me with any willingness to learn, you?d have to trust me even more,? She reached out to take his hand, rubbing it gently, as she continued to look in his eyes. ?Do you think you can do that for me, Brian? Would you do what I now feel compelled to ask of you...and in so doing, make me so much more interested in you?? ?Well, I...I...? His first instinct was to say no, since this was obviously someone he had just met, and did not know very well... ...but the smell of the perfume, and the fact that she sounded quite sincere on the notion that she was ?interested in him?, served to erode his hesitation. She did, after all, assure him that no harm would come to him, and the idea of taking it to the next level, so to speak, seemed oddly appealing to him. He also figured he might learn something about himself that he never realized before. Was there indeed something to using the KathWells handle beyond any notion of online Den roleplay? Perhaps Rita could give him the answers. ?...okay,? Brian finally confirmed. Rita rose up from her seat. ?Then stay right where you are, and don?t move. I?ll be right back.? Brian just glanced around the room as he waited. On one wall of the living room, he spotted a framed business certificate. That actually helped ease some concerns he had about this, as it confirmed to him that Rita was a working professional in the field of big business. A few minutes later, however, something had been wrapped around his eyes, plunging his eyesight into complete darkness. It felt like a piece of soft, shaped cloth with an elastic band attached. He was alarmed, at first, but then he heard Rita?s voice behind him. ?Shhhh. Relax. It?s just an eye mask.? Brian nodded slowly with the assurance, and he became less tense. ?Now if I grab your wrist, it means I want to take you somewhere. We?ll always be in my home, though, so don?t worry. Just walk very carefully to where I want us both to go. I?ll always have my hand on your wrist until we get there.? Sure enough, he felt Rita?s smooth hand wrap around his right wrist, and he rose up from his seat. He listened for the direction of Rita?s footfalls, moving very carefully behind her. Eventually releasing his wrist, he felt his arm being gently gripped so that Rita could direct him to a particular position in a seemingly bright room that had a floral scent. ?There?s a seat behind you, dear. Lower yourself down on it slowly,? Rita whispered into his ear. After complying, he felt a brush go through his hair. The scent of what he at least knew was hairspray could be picked up on as Rita misted it upon his mullet of hair. She misted a LOT of this onto his hair as she worked, apparently parting the hair to one side. This didn?t give Brian any cause for concern. But then he heard the snipping of scissors as Rita continued to work on his hair. ?You?re very well behaved, dear,? Rita observed as she continued cutting away at sections of his hair, knowing just the kind of look that she wanted. ?Most would freak out the moment they heard me cutting their hair.? ?I?m OK...? was the response she got from Brian as she continued working. He sounded a little wary, but he said nothing further as Rita kept working. Shots of hairspray coincided with snips of the scissors. He heard Rita put the scissors down...and then, he felt her legs straddle him as she sat on his lap. The sound of more spraying came next, although this time the scent was not of hairspray. It was far too strong...and far too familiar...to be a hair care product. What was misting around his head, and his face, was the very same perfume Rita wore. While the scent was pleasant enough to smell when it was on Rita, Brian was beginning to feel a bit light-headed from how strong the scent was as it was now being applied to him. ?Mmmm, yesss. You really are OK, aren?t you?? Rita whispered into his ear, still sitting in front of him, her legs straddled on either side of him. ?I remember you saying that I smelled nice. Don?t you want to smell just like me, sweetie?? He felt her arms wrap around his torso, and her breasts press against his chest. ?That would make you so much more interesting to me.? ?I...y-yes...? Brian began panting a little. ?...it?s nice...very nice...? Rita nibbled at the panting young man?s earlobe a little as she continued to rub her body against his. ?...sssso nice...? Her tongue licked into his ear. ?...ssso pretty...? A hand rubbed at his chest as she continued to speak alluringly into his ear. ?...trussst in me...give yourssssself to me...? ?Uhhhhh...? Brian began to sweat as he panted heavily, the perfume sending his mind into a less resistant delirium by now. ?...y- yesss...yyyyesss....? ?Trussssst...? Rita purred into the young man?s ear. ?...ssssurrenderrrr...you want to surrender yourself...to my trusssst...completely.? Brian nodded slowly. ?Yeeesss.? ?Yeeeesss...? She kissed him on his lips now. ?...you will do...? Another kiss. ?...everything I tell you to,? Rita pecked his lips again. ?You won?t resist.? Desire and dizziness mingled in Brian?s mind. ?I...I won?t.? Rita slowly ran the tip of her tongue up along the base of his throat to his chin. ?Anything I want.? ?Anything...you...want...? Brian repeated. Rita then spoke assertively into the ear of her red-headed guest, whose hair she had shaped into a feminine hairstyle, parted to the side. ?Anything I want.? ?Anything...yes...anything...? He spoke through shaky breaths, filled with a want to be with this woman. The blond debutante then rose to her feet, looking down to the perspiring young man. ?Then get those sneakers, socks, and those pants off.? Brian rose up, and his hands first went to the eyemask. Rita?s next command stopped him, though. ?Keep that mask on.? Although he was initially hesitant, Brian set to the task of feeling for the laces of his sneakers below and he began undoing them, allowing him to slip the worn, faded sneakers off of his white socks, which came off next. He then moved his hands to find the button at his waist, which was undone, after which he pulled down his zipper, and then his faded jeans. ?Raise your arms up high, you naughty bitch.? Another slap. Brian complied, lifting his arms straight up to the ceiling. Rita then grabbed the bottoms of both his T-Shirt and his undershirt and carefully pulled them up and off of the red-headed young man, making sure that as she did so, she did not accidentally lift off the eyemask. After a moment, Brian picked up on the scent of cinnamon following the shaking of what he could only guess was a container of some sort. ?All that hair on your body has to go,? Rita then remarked. ?I want you as smooth, and as moist as I am,? He then felt a lathered-up wet cloth, which strongly smelled of cinnamon, in one of his hands. ?Take this, and wash yourself. Head to toe. Do not touch the hair on your head.? ?Is this...body wash?? Brian guessed as he began lathering himself with the cloth, avoiding the hairstyle Rita gave him. ?Seems terribly obvious, doesn?t it?? Rita mused. ?I want you to use this from now on to clean your body every night, naughty girl. No more soap for you.? Once he had lathered himself up completely, Rita guided him to a shower stall in her home. Pulling a metal spray handle from a housing near the faucets, the shapely debutante turned the warm water on and she sprayed the thick lather down into the drain below. Once the layer of suds was completely gone, Rita confirmed that the hair on Brian?s body was gone. Even the hair at his groin, bushy as it was, capably came off from the body wash?s concentrated...and painless...depilatory benefit. Brian was able to feel the process as a kind of mild tingle all over any and all areas of skin where he had lathered himself. Once the lather was off, he felt a kind of cool freshness about his body. Rita smiled. ?There. Now you?re as hairless as a newborn babe.? Brian couldn?t make up his mind whether to feel nervous, or fascinated. But there was one thing that was now on his mind as he stood there, dripping wet, in the stall. ?So...when can I take off this eye mask?? ?When I say so,? Rita firmly replied. ?But I didn?t tell you to do so, did I? Keep that mask on. I want to see how long it takes for you to be driven mad with anticipation. You deserve that for deceiving people into thinking you?re a woman when you were really a guy, you silly girl.? Brian was beginning to feel the shame. ?I...I?m sorry, Madame Noble.? ?I should hope you are,? Rita chided. ?You?ll just have to do your penance.? The sneaky debutante went into a pocket of her dress to pull out one of the Tear Ducts as she stepped up to Brian. ?Please me...? Her lips then connected passionately with Brian?s, kissing him deeply for a moment before pulling away. ?...and I will bring you pleasure. Upset me...? She then jabbed the needle end of the small Tear Duct into Brian?s right cheek, squeezing its feminizing, body-altering content into his bloodstream. Brian winced at the feel of the brief sting. ?...and you will be punished for it.? Brian felt a tingling at the area where he surmised he had been pinched, although he had imagined it was the kind of pinch that came from one?s fingers. ?I...I understand. Are we, um...are we done now?? Rita smirked as he whispered her reply into Brian?s ear. ?We?ve only just begun...and you want to leave already?? ?No, I...I was...j-just wondering is all,? Brian stammered. ?Where do you go to school, naughty girl?? Rita then asked. ?B-Bullchester University,? the nervous young man replied, the tingling feelings at his butt lingering, and even progressing to the other butt-cheek. ?How many people know you by your female chat handle?? Rita inquired. ?Um, I have...I have a few,? Brian replied. ?Friends, that is. Uhh...who know me through that name.? ?So shameful,? Rita softly chided. ?It?s almost as if you never wanted to be a man at all.? Brian lowered his head shamefully...but he then felt Rita?s finger lift it back up. When next he heard her voice, it was right in front of him. She was so close he could feel her warm breath as she spoke. ?Fortunately for you, I love boys who want to be girls,? Rita cooed. ?Do you want to be a girl for me, Brian? I know how much you want to please me, after all.? Rita brought her lips about an inch from touching Brian?s. ?You do want to please me by doing as I say...? She touched the tip of her tongue to Brian?s lips, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her body against his. ?...don?t you?? A part of him wanted to refuse, seeing as how he knew nothing about this woman apart from the fact that she was extraordinarily beautiful to him. Still...he had no clue as to how this woman would be treating him if he agreed. For all he knew, he could be endangering his life. Perhaps even his finances if this had a price tag attached to it. So many risks for a woman he hardly knew... ?Yes,? he replied. ?Yes, I do...I really do...Madame N-Noble.? * * * Dearest Tammy ? First off, please don?t be alarmed about the fact that I have managed to get this package to you. No one here in Bullchester knows where you and Maggie are, and Maggie is doing a pretty good job of keeping your tracks covered. I managed to get your dresses and things from your old house with the help of my secretary, who at my request has been very discreet about it. The body wash Rita provided for you is also in the package as well. I had the person delivering this under very strict orders to deliver it only to you, and at a time when Maggie was not around. He was to return to me if he could not find you. If you are reading this letter, he was obviously successful, and I won?t have to blackmail that horny little shit. I do very much hope you are well alongside Maggie. I would never admit this openly, but the two of you do make for a very nice couple. If you do indeed feel a spark of affection for Maggie, I advise that you act upon it. I can?t promise that they will never find you, and you cannot consider me any kind of an ally under the circumstances, but I did want to return a favor Maggie did for me the last time I saw her. As the favor has been laid down, I doubt we will see each other again, unless Celeste gets lucky. Stay well, Tammy...and if this letter gives you the impression that you have a secret admirer in Bullchester, your instincts would be correct. Goodbye for now. - A Friend The letter capably infected Tamara?s mind as to who could have sent the letter that showed up at the door of their current hotel room. Opening the package revealed that the ?friend? did indeed include everything Rita had given to him during her attempts to turn Tamara into her personal slut. Perhaps this was Rita playing a little game, Tamara thought? A means to subtly win Tammy Porntoy back? Remembering Rita?s penmanship, she noted that her style of writing, while similar, was hardly of the variety seen in this particular letter. Unless Rita had someone else write the letter for her... The smell of the orange citrus body wash certainly brought back memories as Tamara pulled one such container out of the large package box. The other dresses...including the maid outfit his mother unexpectedly fancied...were confirmed to be included in the package as well. Tamara?s first instinct was to destroy them... ...but even if they no longer fit, she could hardly comprehend such a move. Perhaps because, in the back of her mind, she remembered how she looked in them, and she didn?t mind having such mementos among her things. So she resolved to hide them instead. Tamara also wanted to keep the orange citrus body wash, but the former boy surmised that the scent of the body wash in its raw form would certainly make Maggie suspicious, and she didn?t want such things getting in the way of whatever plans she had to free Ruth from the ever-tightening grip of the temptresses of Cresswell. What then? Tamara then found herself wondering. If we can free her, should I let my own mother go? Could she possibly accept the kind of female I?ve become? Will she want me to be her maid again? How deeply have they conditioned her? Could she ever be the woman she used to be again? So many questions, and so many more, ran through her mind as Tamara settled her large posterior upon the hotel bed. Once again, she found her middle finger tapping upon her chin idly. It was a habit she had wanted to break, but it continued to be difficult for her to overcome given what she had been through with Rita. Sometimes, she had even caught herself tapping the tip of one of her middle fingers against her plump lips. Transferring the contents of the package...including the letter, as she wanted to use it as reference for the handwriting style, so she could find out who her ?friend? was...to the luggage Maggie had provided for her in their daily journey from hotel to hotel, Tamara was able to get it all stowed away by the time Maggie knocked twice on the door before coming in. Maggie angled her head through the door opening, and smiled when she spotted Tamara. ?Hey there, sexy beast. You?ll never guess who I ran into today.? Maggie then opened the door wide to allow a smiling Lawrence Hanel to step through. Once he spotted Tamara, her eyes...as well as those of his secretary...widened considerably. ?Wow!? Larry exclaimed. ?Hooo-eee! Is this gorgeous lil? thing really my secretary?? Tamara smiled back, blushing deeply. ?Hello, Mr. Hanel. It?s good to finally see you again. I...guess Maggie told you about...? ?Oh, yes. She did,? Larry assured. ?I jus? wasn?t pr?pared t? see how well you?ve d?veloped since then, sport!? Larry fished into a pocket of his gray business suit as he spoke, and pulled out a folded envelope. He then held it out to Tamara. ?By th? way...this is for you.? Tamara frowned curiously as she unfolded the envelope and opened it, pulling out the slip of paper inside. Her initial guess proved correct. It was indeed a check. For $3,244.16! Logically, Tamara?s reaction was one of utter shock, and this shock gave way to skepticism, and even suspicion as she looked back up to Larry. ?I...only really worked for you for one week, Mr. Hanel. How do you account for...? Larry raised his hand as he spoke. ?Think of it as sick leave pay. If it?s still a lot t? you? Think of it as c?mmission!? The attorney reasoned, smiling. ?Eith?r way? It?s all yours, sport.? Maggie stepped behind Tamara curiously as the former boy?s eyes returned to the check?s scrawl. Tamara?s eyes continued to boggle as her eyes lingered on the check amount. ?Wow...? ?Should I tell you what you should put some of this towards first, Tamara?? Maggie asked. Tamara nodded. ?Smartphone.? ?You should set up a bank account first, sport,? Larry advised. ?Unless y? plan on spendin? that on a three thous?nd doll?r cell phone!? Tamara had to giggle at this. ?Of course not...? Her expression then became worrisome. ?...but, wouldn?t having a bank account be dangerous in our situation? I mean, if I used a credit card, we could be traced, and they?d find us.? ?Well, I?ll...figure something out,? Maggie replied. Another thought occurred to the former boy. ?What about your practice, Larry? We?d have to go back to Bullchester, wouldn?t we? Assuming you?re still working...?? Tamara next heard the sound of a bag being placed down beside her right leg. Looking down, she saw that it was a shopping bag. Wrapped in clear plastic, she saw what looked like the fabric of an office outfit. Looking back up to Larry, she saw that he was smiling knowingly. ?Time t? go back t? work, sport.? ?We?ll still be moving from hotel to hotel, Tamara,? Maggie explained. ?Seeing as how there?s more than one hotel where we are.? ?I?ll pick y? up from ?ere t?morrow mornin? an? show you th? new office,? Larry added. ?Got more than we had in Bullchest?r, too.? ?And the Bullchester locale?? ?I?ve already r?ferred all my clients to th? new location,? Larry assured. ??Cept some o? those in Bullchest?r, that is.? ?I still think this is a risky move, Larry,? Maggie warily noted. ?Well...let?s jus? say there?s a wrinkle or two I?ve cook?d up that those Bullchest?r bitches ain?t aware of,? Larry confidently responded. ?We should be jus? fine. If things start gettin? a lil? hot, I?ll jus? send word ?tween th? three of us.? Maggie nodded, although she still didn?t look very convinced. ?Well, we can try...but be careful, Larry,? She then turned to Tamara. ?We should go shop for a phone for you now, Tamara.? Tamara frowned in her confusion. ?So...I?m gonna pay for it by paycheck?? Maggie smirked. ?It?s a loan, silly. When we figure out a safe way to get a bank account going for you, we?ll just transfer the funds of what you owe me to my account, and hopefully not leave any kind of a virtual trail.? ?I?d best be off. Got a lil? pers?nal matt?r t? tend to.? Larry moved forward to plant a kiss on Tamara?s cheek. ?See ya t?morrow mornin?, sport! I?ll be here 6 a.m. sharp t? pick y? up!? ?Bye, Larry. I?ll be ready.? Tamara smiled as she waved. There was a bit of a stirring in her loins upon being kissed by the smiling attorney, but she was able to suppress it quite easily. She could not avoid blushing a bit, though. ?Okay...let?s get your new office suit on,? Maggie instructed. ?I wanna see how it looks on you. Then we?ll head out for our little shopping trip.? * * * Swish, swish, swish. And another swish, swish, swish. Because that?s how the pretty little maids do their work. Such was one of the mantras programmed unto young Dennis Blake as he continued his work, dressed in his sweet and frilly black and white maid outfit. He was just getting used to walking in the heels his feet were now wearing. The exercises his Auntie Judy had recommended to him did wonders to get him accustomed to wearing such things. He was able to do quite a bit of featherdusting without worrying about losing his balance. Which would mean more jelly gum drops...his favorite candy...as a reward. This morning, however, the head of the blond-haired maid was in a knot of worry for something that had been developing with him. Something he feared might be some kind of debilitating health condition. He resolved to wait until he was done with his featherdusting before he would confront Auntie Judy about it. Once he was finished, he grasped to his chest and walked over to the Living Room where she knew Judith was lingering, reading a magazine while catering to online matters through her tablet computer. ?Auntie Juuuu-dyyyy...? Dennis pouted as she heel-clacked over. ?...I think there?s something wrong with meeeee.? Judith couldn?t help but smirk before she brought her eyes up to her maid with a look of faux concern. She had a feeling she knew what this would be about. ?What is it, dear? Can?t you see Auntie Judy is busy?? ?I...I think...? Dennis sounded very nervous now, his voice a little higher from his continuing changes. A finger went to his mouth in emphasis of his worries. ?...I think...I?m gonna, um, blow up.? Judith?s eyes widened. ?Blow up?? My, my, my! How do you mean?? ?Well...? Dennis now lowered the arm from his chest. ?...I-I?ve got these...these...bumpys on my chest. They keep getting bigger. I think my butt?s blowing up, too. It?s been feeling so...stuffy.? Judith put the magazine to the side as she rose up from her easy chair, nodding in faux understanding. ?Ahh. That sounds serious...but then again, it could be nothing, too. Only way we can find out is if you strip down, sweetie.? There was partial concern in her voice, too, as it was entirely possible that even with a DNA-matched infusion of the Cresswell chemicals, there could be unforeseen complications. She at least wanted to be sure that there was no rashes, or evidence of something worse. Once Dennis had removed his maid outfit and stood there in the nude, Judith slowly paced around him as he stood there nervously. In Judith?s observation, she was at least relieved to know that there were no such side effects. Dennis was indeed developing well. She observed that the young man?s breasts were taking shape, and were a C-cup by now. His posterior also looked larger, and the beginnings of an hourglass shape could be seen in his overall figure. Rita had given Judith floral-scented body wash to use on Dennis, and so his effeminate body was as hairless as a newborn babe, save for the banana yellow-colored head of teased, fluffy blond hair on his head, which by now reached down to his shoulders. And, of course, his cock was very small by now, his manhood continuing to diminish during his ?development?. It won?t be long now. Judith thought to herself. Judith stepped away to begin speaking on her prognosis once she was back in front of Dennis. ?You?re going to be perfectly fine, Deb. I don?t see any problems at all.? ?B-but...? ?Silly girl,? Judith interjected. ?Don?t you know those ?bumpys? are signs of development into a fully-grown female? Oh, you?re such a dizzy-headed doodle. Have you been eating enough jelly gum drops? They?re supposed to help you get smarter!? ?I...I was gonna,? Dennis bashfully replied. ?But I wanted to see you about this first. So...I won?t go boom?? ?Oh, you?ll go ?boom? all right...just not in the way you might think,? Judith assured. ?Those breasts...and your ass...are gonna grow big enough to turn some heads.? The naked blond maid now smiled a bit. ?Really?? ?You want that, don?t you?? Judith asked. ?Oh yes, Auntie Judy!? Dennis excitedly responded. ?More than anything!? ?And if you develop particularly well, I may have a new wardrobe in mind for you, Debby dear,? Judith noted. Dennis giggled quite girlishly. ?Debby. I like when you call me that. Hehe!? ?Well, that is your name, isn?t it?? Judith remarked, rubbing a hand along the effeminate young man?s cheek. ?Debby Bliss! My sweet, sexy little dipsy doodle!? ?Debby...Bliss...? Dennis looked a bit dizzy, now that the trigger phrases had finally been spoken by her Auntie Judy. The blonde?s fingers went to her plump lips. ?...y...yes...I-I?m...that?s me. Debby B-Bliss. Uh huh! I?m Debby Bliss! Hehe!? Debby?s hands went to her chest and she instinctively lifted them up, angling her head down. She pouted, however, as she brought her head back up. ?Awww...my nummies are too small.? ?Poor dear,? Judith lamented, as convincingly as she could. ?Just a little while longer, I guess. For now, get your maid dress back on and finish up your work. Lots to do, after all!? Debby flashed a grin in response. ?Yes, Auntie Judy!? As was her habit, the blond maid clacked over to one of many saucers that were on the tables of the residence, this one in the living room, and grabbed a handful of jelly gum drops from the mound that Judith had poured into it. After all, the explosion of the various thick, sugary sweet candy flavors were important for her to be able to get smarter! * * * It had been a few days since the blindfold had been applied, and since then, darkness had been a natural part of Brian Parker?s life. He had been entirely unable to see what manner of grooming Rita Noble had apparently lavished upon him. An idea occurred to her even as she continued to develop the freckle-faced young man who was her latest subject. The organ between his legs, however, was about the only thing that was left to identify him as a male given all the necessary beautifying she had been applying to him. The time was drawing ever near, however, in finishing Brian?s development. There was, after all, one thing that he needed to learn how to do in the self- pampering lessons he had been learning: his eyes. In all the time she worked on Brian, she was in work-at-home mode. That would naturally end once Brian?s conversion was done. She also planned to have her charge drop out of the University so she could phase her new partner into the life she wanted him to phase into. Brian, for his part, seemed to feel an odd lack of vibrance as his stay with Rita grew longer. He began to feel all soft inside, and he noticed that the pitch of his voice was rising. He had already gotten used to his body becoming soft and hairless, but he was feeling weird jiggling sensations at his chest and at his posterior. Rita also kept his hair tightly pulled upwards, and in the times he moved his head around, he could feel something on top of his head, wiggling around. One morning, he had finished up the body wash that constituted part of his grooming, when he heard...and smelled...Rita Noble stepping in front of him. He then felt her soft hand rub at his cheek, and she then pressed her plump lips against his own, kissing deeply as she pressed herself against him. After a minute of this, she then brought her lips to one of his ears. ?I think you?ve earned the right...to come back...into the light,? she quietly cooed, speaking slowly. ?Do you...want...this?? ?Yes, Madame...N-Noble,? Brian nervously replied, his voice softer and higher than it used to be. He heard her step behind him. ?Close your eyes while I take this off then. Don?t you dare open them up until I tell you to.? When Brian felt the fabric being pulled away from his eyes, he naturally saw the deep darkness of his closed eyelids brighten a little bit. All he needed to do was open his eyes now, but he was by now very loyal to Rita?s whims and commands, which came courtesy of the many conditioning recordings that he had unknowingly been listening to while he slept. He kept his eyes closed even as Rita began working on his eyes, doing everything short of brushing out his eyelashes. He felt mascara being rubbed on with appliers, and he then felt the pressure of a pencil point run along the edges of his eyes. Five minutes later, Rita purred the words into Brian?s right ear. ?Now sloooowly open your eyes, naughty girl.? Fortunately, the flare of light in the room was not too strong, although being in darkness for a few days certainly gave him reason to squint once Brian did open his decorated eyelids. Everything was a blur for a few seconds... ...but when his vision was restored to full clarity, the vision of himself that met his widening eyes was certainly not that of a young man at all. He was first able to comprehend why his hair had been so tightly pulled up: his hairstyle was that of a sock bun style, with all of his hair gathered up into a ball shape on top of his head. His face looked much more attractive now, particularly with the makeup applied. He had certainly felt how his lips were getting a little more puffy during his time beneath the blindfold, and he was now visually able to confirm this as he gazed at his lipstick-covered lips. As Rita had him on as much of an exercise regimen as could be possible for someone wearing a blindfold, Brian certainly had a womanly shape now as his eyes traveled down to see his own naked figure?, which was predictably hairless and definitely had a slight hourglass shape to it. The jiggling he had felt on his chest certainly gave him the impression that he was growing breasts, but he never imagined that they could be so big! His gaze lingered, for a long moment, on his impressively-shaped double D-cups. His right hand then rubbed at the fleshy plushness of his larger posterior. He seemed to remember seeing pictures of a very sexy Russian model on the internet. His new body certainly reminded him of her eye-catching figure. When his eyes traveled down to his groin, he was able to confirm that his manhood...his cock...was still there, and despite his initial concerns that he was going to lose it, it was still very much there, and just as large as he remembered it being. He was particularly thankful to Rita about this. There was one last step to take for the crafty debutante before she could claim this former boy as a keepsake, and that required the prop she was about to apply which was keyed to Brian?s deep mental conditioning. For now, she just smiled amusedly at his reaction to seeing his hyper-effeminate body for the first time. He was predictably stunned. She was fully dressed, too, and she made herself look particularly authoritative in her mode of dress as she remained behind her fully naked subject. ?Remember,? Rita then remarked. ?This is a one-way street. You can never go back to being the deceptive young man you once were.? ?But...? Brian began. ?...I still have my...? He gestured to his erect cock. ?My reward for you being so obedient,? Rita replied. ?Continued obedience may earn you better things. Always remember this.? ?S...school?? ?Oh, I think you?re done with that, Brianne,? Rita answered. ?I?ve already contacted the Dean of the University. You are now, officially, a dropout.? Brian?s thoughts went to whatever negative reaction his parents would have to this...and that was when the anxiety of what Rita had done to him in comparison to the reaction his parents would have over what Rita had done to him began to set in, and it set in quickly. ?Madame Noble, I...I could have gone back this way,? Brian fearfully remarked. ?Why did you...I mean, my parents are gonna...? Rita wrapped her arms around him as he spoke. ?You?ll be surprised at how your parents react, naughty girl,? Rita interjected. ?Remind me, dear...who was it that always said ?you should love me, not charge me? in response to all those arguments about having to pay board money when you grew up?? Brian remembered those arguments for sure. They were nasty ones, too. Both his mother and his father kept wanting him to contribute, financially, to the household while he was going to school, and he was always resistant to the idea. The shouting matches were loud and ugly, and it always ended with Brian rushing away in a huff, and his parents promising that they wouldn?t forget his reactions. ?Y...you know my...?? Brian stammered, his eyes wide once again. ?Loris International employees,? Rita slyly replied. ?Both of them. Do you know what that means, my little bitch? It means that your family, as well as you, are all mine. Unlike your mom and dad, however, you are going to be particularly obedient to me. In fact, of all the people in the world, my voice...and mine alone...will always be the one that you will follow without question.? Brian frowned at this thought, and after breaking himself loose from Rita?s arms, he turned with a willingness to argue this point... ...but to his shock, his words did not reflect his thoughts. ?I will follow you without question!? He yelled back angrily. His cross expression then switched to one of confusion. ?I...I will follow you...without question...? His hands went to his head in complete disbelief. ?...without question...? Rita giggled. ?You see? You can?t even say what may have been on your mind. You can no longer argue against my wants, Brianne. Everytime you try, your mind will always stop you, and my dominance over you will be effectively re-asserted,? She once again cooed into his ear. ?My touch also drives you wild with desire. My lips on your lips keep you docile, and incapable of raising a hand against me. You yearn for me, always.? A trigger phase laid, the sound of the word ?yearn? dropped all manner of resistance to Rita?s desires. Brian now felt entirely submissive towards the shapely debutante as his expression considerably softened. All tension in his mostly female body drained. His mind now felt soft and buttery. ?Yearn,? Rita softly spoke again as Brian?s eyes locked on hers. ?Isn?t that such a lovely word? Yearn.? She rubbed a hand over his smooth cheek. ?Yearn.? Brian felt a distinct sense of yearning upon feeling her hand touch his cheek, and he rubbed his face against it as if he were a cat. He had always found Rita irresistibly attractive, but by now, it seemed that Rita was just about the only woman he could ever think about with any sense of yearning. A goddess meant to be worshipped. A voice meant to be obeyed. A will meant to be followed. ?Servant. Secretary. Slave,? Rita purred. ?You will be all these things to me, and so much more. You want that. You crave that. You yearn for that. Don?t you, Brianne?? Again, his male voice attempted resistance despite how his body was reacting... ...but the resolve softened very quickly, not even lasting a full second before the desire to comply re-asserted itself. ?Yes, Madame Noble.? ?You will always be beneath me,? Rita noted. ?You will always lower yourself unless I tell you otherwise, so that I will always tower over you, as I always should.? ?Yes, Madame Noble.? This time, Brian sounded a little more eager to please. ?Do you?? Rita arched an eyebrow, her voice becoming a little more firm. ?Then why are you still standing before me, naughty girl?? Although hesitant for a moment, Brian began lowering himself to the ground, settling upon his knees in front of the debutante he so desired. He eagerly angled his head back up to her once he settled into what he now believed was his rightful place on the ground. Rita smiled down to the former boy. ?In time, I may make you just as assertive as I am...but you need to earn that right, and it certainly will not happen overnight, my little bitch.? As she spoke, she now felt confident that unlike her attempt to make Timothy Portnoy hers, there was no disputing the hold she now had upon Brian Parker. All she needed to do was to apply the choker with the pure solid gold trinket, and what little remained of his identity as a male would be forever gone. Replaced by that of Rita?s new personal secretary, Brianne.