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THE CLOCK WATCHER PROLOGUE: This is a work of fiction any similarities to persons living or dead is purely accidental. ------------ Helen Winthrop was nearly on top of the world. Sondra, a buxom redhead with similar sexual tastes as Helen was returning from the ladies room, her hips, butt and breasts drawing approving glances from the male and some of the female restaurant patrons. Helen knew that the men had no chance with Sondra, the other ladies, maybe. Sondra worked for a top line architectural firm that was crowded with wannabe artists and math deficient engineers. Sondra and Helen had been lovers for nearly three years but, did not cohabitate. They did often lunch together, planning their dates. Helen was the Human Resources officer for the cities premier modelling agency. She oversaw the auditions and hiring of Rogers Creations, a very upscale, custom women's clothing design firm. She had ten female and three male(?) models in her stable. By her count, Helen had bedded six of the female and all three of the male(?) clothes horses. Over the past two years Helen and Sondra together, had shared a bed with most of the above mentioned individuals. --------------- Sondra, sliding her generous, skirt encased buttocks into the velvet covered chair across from Helen, took a sip of her wine and asked Helen, "Do you have something in mind for this evening, lover?" "I do, my luscious vixen," smiled Helen. "I have a new gurly/boi who applied this morning. He is very passable, nice modest silicon boobs and hormone enhanced butt and skin. No noticeable Adam's apple and a smallish nose. He is quite cute and experienced. Apparently a slightly older cousin taught him what his mouth and bottom were used for." "Does he know what's in store for him?" whispered Sondra. She did not ask about the boi's particular attributes, because she knew. The newbie would be at least six foot tall, thin with that boyish angularity that resulted in the skirts and dresses to hang so appealing to the eye. She also knew that once the lad stepped into Helen's apartment, he could say goodbye to any control over his genitals he ever imagined he had. Helen smiled wolfishly, "No, he only knows that he and I won't be alone. I invited Jeanette to come over. I haven't released her for two weeks and the gurl is dripping like mad into his sanitary pads." "What about Juan?" asked Sondra. Laughing, Helen replied, "Yes, our master of chastity will be waiting and if the boi passes muster, Juan will also enhance the gurls tongue." Sondra looked at her Dom and flashed her tongue stud, "You are truly evil but a nice evil." Sondra had been, to her surprise, tongue pierced by Juan two years previous. "A vast improvement in your oral activities, my dear," added Helen. -------------- Following lunch, Helen discussed the portfolio of the new boi applicant with Melody Rogers, the founder and chief designer of the firm. "What does the boi call himself?" asked Melody. "Annie," laughed Helen. "The gurl next door." "I like 'Annie'," said Melody. "He's very cute and would look particularly good in gingham. I am thinking of adding some items that would look good in gingham for the spring show. You are going to 'interview' him tonight, I assume?" "I am," replied Helen, "if he is suitable, I'll offer him the standard contract." "Good enough," said Melody. "Anything else?" --------------- "As a matter of fact, yes," said Helen. "William, our security man has tendered his resignation. He has apparently been offered a position with the Federal Government that he has accepted. He gave us two weeks notice." "Do we need a replacement?" Melody. Helen mulled the question, "Not a burly, intimidating ox like William. I was thinking someone more discreet that would melt into the background." Melody shrugged. "OK, work on it. I'm going out of town for a long weekend with Scotty, on a fishing trip. So don't give away the store." ---------------- Helen, rose from her chair and adjusted her skirt. Her eye glanced at her phone, no messages but the calendar blinked and Helen realized that in a week she would 'celebrate' her twenty eighth birthday. As if a warning from heaven, an odious thought flooded into her thoughts. 'You are a childless woman', the message rang like a warning bell. --------------- The message kept invading her thoughts' the rest of the afternoon. Helen worked on the 'position available' internet ad she needed to post for the security officer. Finally, she finished it and after posting it, called 'Annie' and reminded the boi that the corporate limo would pick him up at seven PM.. Suppressing her biological clock, Helen had a couple of drinks at a rather exclusive 'ladies bar' followed by a light dinner. Looking at her watch, she had over an hour before the 'interview' would start. Knowing Sondra had a key to her apartment and would drawing their pre-frolic bath, Helen hurried home. ----------------- Thursday morning, with Melody out of town for a long weekend, Helen handled the daily administrative duties of Rogers Creations. She smiled at the signed one year contract for Annie's services recalling the boi's eager compliance during the previous evenings activities. It was too bad that two months were the minimum healing period for pierced tongues, the boi was very accomplished. She was strangely envious of any man that would have the oral services of young Annie's now barbell enhanced tongue. Wakened from her reminisces, her intercom sounded and her secretary said that there was a young man with a resume in the outer office inquiring about the security position. Helen, startled at the speed of the first responder to her ad, especially in person asked that the resume be brought to her. Marge, her secretary brought in a manila envelope with a thin, two page document enclosed. 'Good, I know for sure that this person is not an Ivy League school graduate, there would have been forty pages of name dropping before you found out what sex the applicant was,' thought Helen. The document was a quick read, the applicant was male, Marine Corps veteran, high school graduate, no other employment references and currently unemployed. 'A pretty thin resume,' felt Helen, 'but, he did come in person. I'll give him the courtesy of a face to face.' ---------------- "Ms. Winthrop, this is Mr. Belcamp," announced the secretary. Helen was surprised, claiming to be an ex-marine, Mr. Joshua Belcamp was not what she expected. "Please have a seat, Mr. Belcamp," said Helen. "Your resume only mentions your military service, were there any other employment that may have forgotten." Clearing his throat, Joshua squeaked, "No ma'am. I enlisted in the Corps right after high school. I was discharged six weeks ago after completing my four year hitch." Eyeing the slim, androgynous young man, Helen asked, "Exactly what did you do as a Marine?" Straightening a bit, Joshua replied, "I was a rifleman, I led a rifle squad for a year and a half, in Afghanistan and then Syria and other places. The Syria and other deployments won't appear on my DD214. According to the State Department, I was never there." Helen became intrigued. "Did you see...err....action while overseas?" "Yes ma'am, in several places," replied Joshua. Tick Tock......Helen's clock slipped into her consciousness. 'Why, am I considering this boy, I'm five years older and he appears to be totally unsuited to be a sub.?' ---------------- "Would you stand up, please," asked Helen. Complying, Joshua stood. "Please remove your suit coat," continued Helen. Joshua appeared to be rail thin, there was not a hint of overt musculature and the face was oval with a firm but, not large chin. "May I ask how much you weigh?" queried Helen. Puzzled, Joshua answered, "About one sixty five, ma'am." 'He doesn't look a pound over one thirty,' thought Helen. "And how tall are you?" continued Helen. "A little over six foot," replied Joshua. "Thank you, you may sit," said Helen. ------------------- Helen began to take the interview questions into the realm of complete fabrication. "The reason that I asked such personal questions is that this position will require undercover, rather disguises during our shows," she continued. "Disguises?" questioned Josh. "Yes," replied Helen. "Most of our fashion showings are private or to very small audiences. Rogers Creations is not a mass market design firm. We concentrate upon what the fashion world would refer to as conventional designs, up scaled in cut and fabric, so much so that most of our customers have what you could call, one of a kind products, specifically tailored to the customer. As such, our customers tend to be quite wealthy and our security needs require discreet, yet capable personnel. Have you dressed in clothing of the opposite sex?" Josh was taken aback. "Err.....no. I have been described as 'girly' but, only once by those individuals. I realize that I am not physically impressive but, I have had extensive training in the martial arts to add to my Marine training. Just what are you suggesting?" --------------- Helen was sensing a nibble of interest from the young man and decided to turn the BS meter up a notch. "Mr. Belcamp, you could be exactly what we are looking for, if you can pass as a female during your working hours. As Rogers Creations sole product lines are feminine clothing and accessories, we do not have a single male on our payroll," lied Helen. "With your, shall we say, svelte body and gracile facial features, I suspect that you could pass as a convincing woman. A quite attractive one at that. The security position pays sixty thousand dollars per annum, to start. If you are interested we will have you spend an afternoon in our in-house salon and see what our experts come up with. In addition to the monetary compensation, we offer a rather upscale apartment, meals, health and dental programs at no cost to you. The value to you of employment here at Rogers is valued at near six figures. Are you interested?" Stunned, Josh sat silently for several seconds before the balance of forty two dollars in his checking account dictated his acceptance to the offer. "I am kinda curious as to what I would look like as a girl," said Josh. "Why don't we find out what kind of wizards you have in your salon." Smiling, Helen summoned her secretary into her office. "Marge, Mr. Belcamp has accepted our invitation to join the firm. Please have him fill out all of the necessary paperwork and escort him to Chez' Rupert's where he will join me for lunch in the private room. Also, notify the salon that Mr. Belcamp will be in for a deluxe make-over this afternoon." Marge gathered Josh up and led him out of Helen's office to his future. ---------------- Helen had Josh by the arm as she led him into the salon. He was expecting flowery smells and soft music at the doorway and was taken by surprise at the chemical factory ambience and the platoon of women waiting for him in the salon. He was escorted to a screened off section of the shop and immediately stripped naked. Surrounded by giggling women, Josh was now deep red, standing in his birthday suit with his manhood at full attention, not knowing what was next. "Mr. Belcamp, please take a seat in the chair behind you," said a middle aged woman, the only one present not in a pink nylon shift. "To start with, we are going to remove all of that unsightly hair below your eyebrows and I do mean all. So please bear with us." Following his complete defoliation, Josh was pierced, plucked, painted and padded. A swarthy man had come with a tool box and left with Josh's manhood rendered inoperative. Two silicon lumps were then glued to his chest. He was laid back in the chair looking at the two mounds perched upon his chest. They blocked the view of where his erection once waved proudly but, he had an excellent view of his toes, now brightly enhanced in red. Once the fiends had eliminated the unsightly lines where his new faux breasts joined his chest, Josh was pulled to his feet and handed a pair of nylon panties and the ceremony of fitting him for his first bra proceeded. Once ensconced into his new under garments, a full length mirror was positioned in front of him and he peered at a sexless boy/girl with nice boobs and sparkling faux diamond studs enhancing his ears. His high and tight Marine Corps haircut looked decidedly out of place. The older woman in charge said to no one in particular, "Put the waist nipper on her and then the nude hose." An hour and a half later, confined and constricted and Josh, now powdered and painted, a girl pushing a rolling clothes rack entered the work area. A seamstress followed the girl with Josh's shoes, black pumps with inch and a half heels. A period of slight adjustments to the clothing and accessories that were now Josh's fate, his crowning glory was still waiting. Looking in the full length mirror, Josh studied his image. A tall young woman with very short hair peered back at him, wearing a very smart, tailored light blue suit covered his short half slip and camisole. His hose encased legs wobbled a bit on the short heels as he was placed in front of a mirrored table and the shoulder length blonde wig was fitted and teased into place. His penis attempted to inflate and the pain created by his chastity tube convinced it to retreat. Standing again, Josh peered at the blonde girl in the mirror and Helen appeared next to him. "Well gorgeous, what do you think?" asked Helen. -------------- Actually, Josh was quite pleased. He did however, have the strangest desire to have sex. Helen congratulated the salon staff for their accomplishment and told Josh that he would spend quite a bit of time in the salon being instructed on how to apply his make up. He then spent an half an hour learning how to walk comfortably and with a feminine gait. Satisfied, Helen took Josh to the restaurant's bar for refreshments. "I think that we will call you Josie, dear," smirked Helen as they pulled the high bar chairs away from the bar. Josie paused to watch a how Helen sat on the chair and duplicated the skirt restrained maneuver. Following Helen's lead, Josie placed his shoulder bag on the bar and he had his first ever scotch and soda, it tasted like cheap medicine. Laughing, Helen said, "It's an acquired taste." She said of the taste of scotch whiskey. "You are quite the attractive young lady. When you get to your apartment, you'll find a complete wardrobe and equipped boudoir. You will discover that hygiene is of paramount importance to the proper young lady. By the way, your chastity device does not lock and you may remove it whenever you are in the apartment but, be sure to have it on when you are out in public. You should wear it to prevent an erection spoiling your panty line" she giggled. "Also, we advanced you two thousand dollars to your new checking account at our bank and this is your new credit card, it has a ten thousand dollars limit." Looking at the card, the name on it was Josie Belcamp. His male identity melted away with the ice in her drink. Josie was trying to get used to the change in his center of balance caused by his boobs and the slide of the bangles and bracelets on his arms. This being enfemme business was going to take a lot of effort. Three drinks later, and an eon of keeping his knees together, Helen took him to his apartment and showed where everything was and instructed him to browse through the stack of fashion magazine's to get used to the nomenclature and use of the daily items of his new life. A ten page list of instructions was on his vanity outlining the do's and don't of his corporate position. -------------- Sitting down in front of the vanity mirror after Helen had left, Josie examined the young girls image in the mirror. His cock attempted another escape and Josie decided that some sexual relief was in order. He extracted the small glass ball from his rectum that had embedded a short length of plastic wire that attached to the chastity tube. Once the ball was removed, the rest of the tube assembly came off easily. As his newly freed member celebrated it's freedom, Josie noticed with some amusement of the tent forming in the front of his skirt. Hiking his skirt up around his waist and pulling his panties off, he clasp his hand around his member, momentarily taken aback by his shaped and painted nails. That is when he noticed the oblong box on the vanity. Opening it, he discovered a black plastic penis. It was the first dildo that he had ever seen. Picking it up as if it was a venomous reptile, Josie carefully examined the device. He quickly discovered that the end with the faux ball sac unscrewed. Opening it, he found two C cell batteries in it. Screwing the lid back on, he depressed the red button on the items base. It began to vibrate and the life like head of the faux penis began to rotate in a random sequence. There was a folded paper instruction pamphlet in the box and reading the directions, written in a very flowery script that began, 'A Ladies best Friend', Josie thought 'Why not try it'. Following a slow and somewhat painful insertion, Josie depressed the red button and he became instantly addicted. His penis went instantly erect and intently watching his bracelets bounce to his ministrations, Josie had the most intense orgasm of his life. He repeated the process twice more and he had crossed the line. He had a well stocked bar and refrigerator and he decided to eat in for supper. Stripping off and hanging the suit, Josie decided to try on the silk sleep chemise, again resulting in more sexual arousal. He decided to reinstall the chastity and the insertion of the glass ball gave him a feeling of completeness as his groin was now smooth again. ------------------ For the next three months, Josie was immersed in feminine behavior, learning the layout of Rogers Building and taking an online course in basic building security. Initially, he found the voice training annoying and the dance exercises, excruciating. Make-up came easily but, the myriad of different types and styles of feminine attire fascinatingly confusing. He was also surprised that the entirely female staff of Rogers thought nothing strange about Josie being male. That is until he discovered that three of the models on contract, were also male. The spring show was coming up and he was in close contact with the models trying to determine where he needed to station himself. He asked Helen about what to expect and she suggested that they have a long lunch in the restaurant to talk it over. Having only seen Helen occasionally for the past months, Josie thought that lunch would be interesting. ------------------ "I am here to have lunch with Ms. Winthrop," Josie told Maurice, the Ma?tre D. "Certainly Mademoiselle Josie," replied the smug Frenchman. "Please, this way. Madame Winthrop is in the small private dining room." Josie was dressed in one of his twelve business suits, a light gray summer wool skirt with a mid thigh hem and bright yellow blouse. After being seated by Maurice, Josie looked at Helen expectantly. Helen smiled at Josie and after their wine came, to the point. "We have been invited to dine with Melody and Scott this evening. As you can guess, this is mandatory and we will take the company limo to this little gala. Brett, the driver, will pick you up first and take you to my town house where we will do our final preparation." Josie arched a perfectly formed eyebrow and asked, "Is this good or bad news?" "Very good news, so dress appropriately. I will leave that up to you," smiled Helen. "So, let me give you a little background about our hosts. Melody is the absolute authority here at Rogers Creations, Scott is her husband and he also the owner of the CPA firm that handles our books." Josie nodded. "OK, so what does this have to do with me?" "You, my dear, have received several quite positive reports from our clientele. They are very appreciative the young woman that keeps our showings and fittings so private and without unnecessary interference. Well, the spring show is coming up and you have been requested to model some of our casual outfits, shorts, play suits and things like that. Several of our clientele would like you to present these items because of your more natural figure. You know, having a bust and hips more in common with every day women. As you know, our contract models are nearly stick figures and the ladies would like to see what our creations would look like on a natural girl," giggled Helen. "Natural girl?" queried Josie. Helen, still giggling, "Oh, honey. You are a knockout. Running around in those superb suits and that padded bottom swaying, have a number of the ladies enthralled." "I had no idea that I appealed to women," responded the blushing Josie. Smiling, Helen continued, "Sweetheart, you have made a marvelous transition and I have to let you in on the main secret of the fashion industry. Women dress for other women. Men couldn't care less if we showed up in a barrel as long as they could remove it from our body easily." ---------------- Sipping his wine, Josie noticed a look in Helen's eye's that he had often seen while in the Corps, benign lust. "I never imagined that women had, err.....sexual fantasies at fashion showings," responded Josie. "Not so much with the models," answered Helen, "but, most evaluate other women by how they dress, what sort of accessories, jewelry, shoes and even handbags. It may not be assessing a potential partner but, it is definitely all about sex. Men on the other hand, view other men entirely differently. Dominance is their game, which is why there is one page of men's fashions to a hundred for women's. Despite what people may say, clothes do not make the man." Josie found Helen's insight mostly correct, as far as men were concerned and it answered his continual question of why the female fashion business was so prevalent. They spent another two hours discussing fashion and what to wear for the evenings soiree. Josie wryly discovered just how far over the gender line he had strayed. ----------------- Brett, the limo driver was waiting in the lobby of Rogers Creations part of the building as Josie flowed in. He had picked a chiffon LBD with gold accessories, nude hose and open toed shoes. A short black scarf looped around his neck to hide his nonexistent Adam's Apple. The hem of his multilayered dress rested, occasionally, two inches above his nylon encased knees. Brett nodded approvingly at Josie's choices, particularly the chiffon shoulder wrap and Gucci clutch. Sitting alone in the back of the limo, Josie was glad that he had added a little extra lube to his posterior as this was his first enfemme date and he remembered Helen's sly looks from that afternoon. He had heard the stories about Helen's conquests had decided that if he was approached, he would gladly let Helen screw him, after all, he was enjoying his new life. Arriving at Helen's town house, Josie was nearly suffocated by it's feminine opulence. Helen was entombed in a very tight, open shouldered silk LBD that showed off her attributes that decidedly raised a good deal of interest from Josie's tube subdued cock. Any previous reluctance about being seduced by Helen fled the building. Helen made a tour around Josie's standing body and expressed her satisfaction with his taste. They had a small glass of wine, made small talk and finally joined Brett at the limo. ------------------ Sitting rather closely together in the back of the limo, Helen placed her ornate left hand on Josie's knee and slid it up under the gossamer of Jose's dress and came to rest on his thigh. "After dinner, we'll stop at my place for a nightcap," cooed Helen as her hand worked it way between Josie's nylon clad thighs. Instinct laid Josie's head on Helen's shoulder. Helen felt her confidence elevate as one Josie's golden ear baubles rested on her bare shoulder along with the fibers of the excellent wig the boi was wearing. Brett was ignoring the show, after all, he had been down this road many times in the past. Arriving at the restaurant and the passengers still intact, there was no delay in departing the pair. ----------------- The Ma?tre D escorted the women to the table just as Melody and Scott were being seated. They had been at the bar for a drink while waiting. Helen made the introductions as Josie had never met either Melody or Scott. Melody, a trim fortyish woman while Scott was enjoying a slightly expanding fifty year old waistline. Melody was examining Josie closely and remarked, "Miss Belcamp, I have heard several excellent reports about you and Scott was looking forward to meeting you." Scott looked Josie over and smiled. "You are a dammed fine looking Marine, Miss Belcamp. Melody has mentioned you often but, as all of her information was second hand, you are quite the surprise." Melody cut in, "Scott and I have been on a second honeymoon of sorts. We were on a camera safari in Tanzania and visited Egypt, Scott wanted see the erotic paintings in the ancient temples there," she giggled. Scott asked Josie, "Have you ever been to Africa, Josie?" "Yes Sir, I have but, not on a tour of antiquities," replied Josie. Scott gave Josie a knowing look. Helen spoke up, "Mr. Scott, finding Josie has been a godsend for the company. I never before encountered a candidate that has fulfilled our corporate requirements so thoroughly." "I can believe that," said Scott. "So, Josie, you are the security ace that performs those duties so discreetly. Tell me, in that world of lace and silk, do go armed?" Pausing, Josie sat back to compose the correct answer, "Yes Sir, I do. In fact I am presently armed. During my daily duties at Rogers, I carry a 40mm Berreta in my purse. I have a .22 caliber derringer in my clutch now." It was Melody's and Helen's turn to be wide eyed in surprise. Scott put on a slow, wide smile. "Good. Do have a license for the firearms?" "Yes Sir, in fact, I am licensed in several states," replied Josie. ----------------- Helen asked, "Does anybody in the firm know that you carry a gun?" "Why should they?" responded Josie. "We have many well known and wealthy clients and while I don't expect that they are in any peril while in your establishment, these are, as the Chinese philosopher once said, interesting times." "You are indeed, correct in your assessment," replied Scott. Getting passed her shock, Melody asked, "Miss Belcamp, have you not seen the sign prohibiting weapons of any sort at Rogers Creations?" "Ms. Melody, such signs should more properly read, Please Rob Me," stated Josie. "Well said, Josie and I agree with you one hundred percent but, keep your lethal status to yourself. You are dealing with women, after all," said Scott. Melody looked to Helen for some self righteous outrage but, was met with a smile and a shrug. Josie looked at Melody and continued, "Ms. Melody, if you insist I will disarm but, keep in mind what you would then have. An ex-marine in make up and a dress. Which, I might add, is not a costume that potential mass murderers would contemplate." Choking, Scott began to laugh. Just then, Melody rose, followed by Helen who signaled Josie with a glance. Josie leaned towards Scott and whispered, "Ladies room, herd mentality." During the group pondering and lipstick dabbing, not a word was said about firearms. ---------------- Following dinner and cocktails, Helen excused Josie and herself under the excuse of tomorrow being a work day. Scott, watching the two employees walk towards the entrance, looked at his wife and said, "If Helen has designs on our Josie, she is going to be in for a surprise. Despite the paint and curves, Helen is not dealing with your run of the mill sissy there." Melody laughed. "It would probably do our Miss Helen good to take it doggy style for once. She's starting to treat our models like her personal harem. I've been getting some feedback from some of the other houses about her." "I have a feeling that our very attractive security officer may very well be the wake up call that Helen needs," commented Scott. "I am astonished at how feminine Josie appears, in fact I was thinking about sending you home in a cab and plumbing his bottom tonight." "WHAT???" exclaimed Melody. Scott laughed, "You are at your most beautiful when your green eyed monster rears her gorgeous head." Wagging her finger at her jovial husband, "OK, Mr. Smart Ass, you've had your laugh but, I am seriously concerned about this gun business." "I'm not," replied Scott, matter of factly. "We have a most unusual situation here, a trained, veteran military combatant that looks like a runway model but, thinks like a man. A plus, should anything unforeseen occur." "It could be that your right," said Melody. "We've had nothing but compliments about his work and conduct. I not going to mention this gun business to any of the staff but, it could be that they would be even happier knowing that their watchdog had real teeth." "An excellent compromise, my dear," commented Scott, "are you ready to leave?" -------------------- As the limo dropped Helen and Josie off at Helen's town house, Helen winked into the rearview mirror, delivering her time honored signal that Brett was no longer needed for the evening. Josie, still somewhat surprised that he had survived the firearms disclosure, decided that it would be a good evening to establish just what sort of relationship he and Helen would establish. After she had closed the front door, Helen slid an arm about Josie's corseted waist and directed the boi towards the small but, elegant bar Helen had in a corner of her large living room. Helen's eye's followed Josie's hand as he set the small clutch purse on the bar. She admired the Gucci creation, doubly so knowing that it's contents were not limited to a compact and lipstick. "A whiskey and soda, sweetheart?" asked Helen. "A single malt on the rocks, if you please," replied Josie. Placing both drinks on the mahogany bar, Helen circled out from behind it to face Josie. "Gurl, I have been waiting for months to get you here," cooed Helen, as she embraced Josie and ground her silk enhanced body into Josie's flimsy chiffon and planted a long, open mouth kiss onto the very responsive lips of the former marine. Helen was semi startled. The response was not exactly what she expected and followed with an encore. The two embraced with tongues entwined and Helen mustering her dominatrix inclination's, began unzipping Josie's dress. Feeling no resistance, Helen took the zipper to it's full range and with her other hand unclipped the fastener at the back of Josie's neck and the garment floated away. Josie was experiencing some serious discomfort as his chastity pinched his excited penis in it's relentless grip. With Josie's dress around his ankles, Helen stepped back to admire her handiwork. The boi stood in front of her, clad only in his black silk under garments. Gently spinning Josie around, Helen admired the thong divided buttocks and nearly smooth front, the faux boobs peeked enticing from the skimpy bra. Waist nipper corset and nude thigh high hose, all perched on the gleaming three inch healed, fuck me pumps. All in black of course. What Helen did not expect was Josie re-engaging the embrace and repeating the undressing process on her. Short moments later, the pair were still standing, panty to panty and bra to bra. Helen felt her control slipping away as Josie's hands cupped her silk clad buttocks, gently speeding the soft globes and planting a finger on her still silk protected rosebud. Helen was getting wet like she had never had before. Emotional exhilaration overcame Helen as Josie slid his freshly manicured and painted nails from Helen's bottom and breaking the embrace pulled the woman after him towards the bar. Josie sat on one of the padded bar chairs, his legs spread apart and pulling Helen between his nyloned encased legs, lifted the surprised woman and sat her on one of his knees. "Oh Daddy," murmured Helen and she unconsciously leaned into Josie's boob enhanced chest. Josie reached onto the bar and gave Helen her drink. Taking his own, Josie said taking a sip, "I was thirsty, babe." ---------------------- They sat there for an hour, Helen perched on Josie's knee, kissing and drinking. Helen's defenses had evaporated. She finally looked into Josie's eye's and whispered, "I'm horney, lover. Do something about it." For two hours, Josie took Helen two thirds of the way around the world. The trip was as novelty for Helen, unused to spending so much time on her back and having her mouth violated. Lying embraced, Josie said, "We will complete the circumnavigation of your body after you have suitably prepared yourself." "What is this circumnavigation business, buster?" demanded Helen. "You should know, you do it all the time with the boi models," replied Josie. Helen thought for a second. "In my bottom. You won't fit." "That's where the preparation comes in," said Josie, "I'm guessing that you have quite a few toys around here and lubricant. Become familiar with them, you will enjoy it. Just imagine yourself being in that large bathtub of yours with a nice vibrator humming away in your pretty bottom and playing with yourself while fantasizing about me driving you around the bed." "So what does that have to do with circumnavigation?" asked Helen. "You know that I was once a Marine. Marines are a part of the Navy and they teach us in the Navy about ports of call. Every woman has three ports of call. I have made two of yours tonight and generally, the third requires some widening." Helen gasped, "The boi models didn't need widening," she whimpered. "That's because the fleet had already been there," replied Josie. "Oooh," giggled Helen. ------------------ At the Spring Show, Josie was enlisted as the runway model for the shorts, playsuits, beach cover ups and whatever else would be classified as non dressy casual wear. Josie thought that it was all great fun. Melody was pleased with the show and Josie's performance, all the while wondering where Josie hid his gun in the rather skimpy attire. Scott, sitting in an out of the way corner, had watched the show with general disinterest except for Josie, who continued to amaze him. He also noticed a subtle change in Helen. Asking Melody about Helen, his wife replied, "I think that she's pregnant and I'll give you three guesses as to the culprit." "Are you going to geld him?" asked Scott, with a laugh. "No," said Melody, "but, we have him on female hormones. Those silicon boobs are expensive and he needs a bigger butt to fill out those shorts and beach wear." "Who's looking after the boi models now that Helen is getting her butt bounced regularly?" asked a grinning Scott. "Well, we still keep their chastities locked," smirked Melody, "and Josie is keeping them in line. They rather prefer being Rogered as they call by the T-girl and the real thing is orally preferable to the plastic substitute." Scott was laughing hard by now. "Would you notify Josie that when he's done prancing about the runway, to meet me in the restaurant bar for some man talk. He may have some ideas for us. EPILOGUE: Josie and Helen married prior to the birth of their first born, a girl and it was reported as the premier wedding of the year. Melody was introduced to Naval tactics by Scott and developed a new respect for the boi models. END