The guy was hovering over one of our displays, pensive with an odd
mixture of curious and confused. I opened with "Let me guess, you
don't know her size?" and followed it with a small, calculated guffaw.
It was something of a standard opening at this point. I'd worked hard
to make it sound understanding and compassionate rather than
accusatory. I don't want to lose a sale on a bad introduction, if I
can avoid it.
Hi, my name is Michael, and I'm a "Field Agent" at *Valentina's
Espionage* lingerie "emporium" (corporate sometimes wants us to
imagine we're not just another mall store, but a step into a more
luxurious, and I guess old-fashioned, spy world). I'm also one of the
few "bros" that works at the local Valentina's Espionage. I'm a token
guy on staff, kept around for that once in a while "See we're diverse
in our hiring" need and also for those sales where a guy might prefer
the sales tips from a fellow dude, bro. Field Agent is the lowest of
the company's ranks, but they stress in all the training manuals that
it is one of the most important. You do have to admit Field Agent
sounds better than its usual equivalents like "Sales Associate" or
"Floor Monkey".
This guy seemed the sort that would buy from me, which is why I
stepped up and gave him my practiced, but somewhat lame, opening. It
took him a bit and he finally broke his long silent display
examination. "I guess you could say that..." I took a deep breath to
start into one of my usual pitches and discussions about ways to
approximate a girlfriend or significant other's size when he waved me
off and pulled a business card from his pocket. "Actually, that's not
why I'm here," he started as he handed me the business card, "I'm Greg
and I'm going to be lead salesperson over at the AdvExGen sale and I
wanted to make sure to pass the word to your manager that we'll be
offering a discount to people that also work in the mall."
Greg's card was kind of funny. The card seemed bland and unremarkable,
which was certainly odd for a company supposedly doing retail. Under
Greg's name it looked like one title had been gently scratched out and
the "Lead Salesperson" was inked over it. Similarly scratched and
almost impossible to read, there was a ghost of a company name that
something like, but maybe not "Advanced Experimental Genetics" under
the less helpful logo.
I nodded. "Oh yeah, you are the guys that will be taking over the spot
across the hall? What will you be selling?"
"Just for a few days. We've got to liquidate as much of our inventory
as we can before the FDA can stop us. We'll be selling formulas that
work so well they might as well be magic. Let's call it vitamin
supplements that really work. Trust me, you'll want to visit us and
pick something up." Greg winked and it spoke volumes; I was curious
now. "Now, I need to get back to store setup. Be sure to give my card
to your manager and have her call me to talk about our discount."
Greg seemed to leave in a surprising hurry and I could tell Cassie saw
that he left without buying anything. "Lose another sale, bro?" she
said, teasingly. I had known her since middle school and she loved to
tease me. It was easier for her to tease me than she even realized,
because I didn't want to admit I still had a huge crush on her and
every time she looks at me I want to tell her that. It doesn't help
that she blossomed into a woman nearly as gorgeous as the photoshopped
models that adorned the stores. Of course, she has never really seemed
to see me the same way.
"He wasn't here to buy. He was here to talk about the store he's
opening up across the way."
Cassie grinned that feral, cat-like smile of hers at me, the one that
always seems to twist me up inside with all that lust that I can't
admit to her, "Sure. It's not like you need the commissions anyway.
Just keep talking with all the non-clients and leave the real ones to
me." Like me, Cassie was using the income from Valentina's Espionage
to pay for some of her college tuition. However, she was right in that
I had a bit more scholarship to pay for things and she did need the
commissions a bit more than I did. I don't particularly care for this
particular line of guilt-shaming in her teasing, but she already knew
to change the subject. I had still had my bills to pay, I wasn't
working for fun.
I wasn't sure which manager to give Greg's business card to. We have
been working under a two manager setup for a couple of months now.
First you have Ryan, who I tend to think of as the Ghost of My
Christmas Future if I don't pay attention. Ryan is a very sweet guy
and started exactly where I am today: Field Agent for "Team Bro". One
big Holiday season he was talked into dropping out of college to take
over the Field Team Supervisor role here and that's essentially where
he's stagnated for nearly a decade.
From the flipside you have Katherine "Never Call Me Kat" Thompson. On
paper she's Trainee Supervisor Thompson under Ryan's watchful
tutelage. In reality we all know that she's essentially Field Liaison
Thompson, actually reporting to the Regional Director. Kat is clearly
on the fast track up the ladder in Corporate and this is just a
stepping stone to make sure she's seen enough Field Duty to make
Valentina's Espionage proud of its senior staff's field experience.
The only problem with the two manager system is that we Field Agents
caught in the middle most days don't know which Supervisor to see
about mission procedure or operational incidents (aka fuck ups and
accidents).
Then I remembered that Trainee Supervisor Thompson had the day off
anyway, so I just walked over to my pal Ryan, my decision easily made
for me. "Hey Ryan, this guy from some new vitamin store called
AdVexGen said to give you his card and let everyone in VE know we get
a discount."
Ryan's eyes lit up at the business card, "Excellent! This is fantastic
news. Corporate sent over an Operating Procedure for if they setup
camp in our mall. Let's go take a look shall we?" With that Ryan
nodded me towards the Supervisor's desk (nothing fancy and shoved into
a corner of our storage room out back). I was kind of surprised he was
letting me peek at an Operating Procedure. Some of those were rumored
to have quite a few crazy secrets, but most were just silly demands
from VE's large and crazy Marketing Department, typically referred to
as Forward Intelligence.
"Kat-- er, Trainee Supervisor Thompson was very hush-hush about the
thing when the Operating Procedure came in," Ryan whispered to me. I'm
not sure why he was confiding in me, but I wasn't going to stop him.
Ryan continued, "Apparently Corporate has been slyly setting up a
large budget account just for this illegal pop up store and has
promised stores that are lucky enough to be in the same mall as one of
the stores all sorts of bonuses and appropriations out of that budget.
I couldn't get more details than that, but now we can open the OP at
least..."
The Operating Procedure was of course sealed in one of our trademark
fuchsia colored "EYES ONLY" folders. (Our Fuchsia and "EYES ONLY"
branding is probably our best synergy of our business model and our
silly branding metaphor. The words "EYES ONLY" are surprisingly clever
and cheeky when emblazoned across a woman's ass.) The OP had a very
simple label "Operation AdVexGen" and Ryan quickly untwirled its
cording and opened it up, placing Greg's business card in a side
pocket.
"Corporate Executive Board Confidential. This document constitutes a
trade secret of Valentina's Espionage. Any unauthorized distribution
of this document will be subject to lawsuits." I gasped, I haven't
seen many OPs, of course, but I knew things were serious if it was
sealed confidential all the way up in the Executive Board of
Corporate.
The story the OP told was fascinating and I was glad for Ryan sharing
it with me, even as my mind boggled at the supposed strictness of its
security within VE. Supposedly, some Executive Board member of
Corporate, and this isn't all that unlikely, was either also a member
of AdVexGen's Board of Directors, or at least in very close confidence
with one. It's not really even corporate espionage at that point:
companies share board members all the time... Anyway, the part where
things start to be a thriller novel is that AdVexGen finds out that
their decades of work is suddenly going to be scrutinized by an angry
FDA and everything they've worked toward is in jeopardy. They can't
take things to the public yet, because apparently their products sound
like science fiction, and also they are worried about their
competitors in the case that maybe in a very lucky chance they survive
the additional government and regulatory scrutiny...
AdVexGen's plan is to dump all of their mostly completed product lines
into the retail channel asap, hopefully build up a warchest to maybe
fight for the chance to keep selling, and probably build up some
public support for that fight, if they survive to see it as a
company...
So yes, VE's not supposed to know any of this, but it finds out
anyway. VE's not crazy enough to plan to invest in AdVexGen at this
point, because it does seem like a bad investment in the long run, and
also because it could possibly trigger SEC insider trading sanctions,
which worries a company like VE a lot more than the FDA... VE's crazy
plan is that they've gotten enough word about AdVexGen's products that
they want to buy up a lot of the retail goods as quickly as possible
and use it to VE advantage over its competition. Again, the products
sound like science fiction to me, but VE as a company is planning to
buy a giant chunk of the flood about to hit retail, using its own
retail apparatus to do so. Ryan's been assigned a generous budget and
a list of specific products to try to acquire from what is expected to
be no more than a three day AdVexGen sale in a few select cities
scattered across the country.
Additionally, Corporate has set up a fund that, within reason, any and
almost all "body shaping" products that we Field Agents desire for
personal use if it may also benefit the business somehow will be
covered and charged directly to our Corporate Account. No questions
asked.
----
Cassie got a chance to explore the AdVexGen sale before I did. "You
better head over there soon, Mikey, if you want the good stuff," she
teased me. We had settled on "Mikey" as a compromise years ago after
she tried to call me "Mickey" for a while. I don't really like either
pet name, but Cassie's just about the only person in the world I'm not
willing to ask her to use the full "Micheal", because I guess I do
have a soft spot for her teasing.
"What did you get?"
She knew the question was coming and still seemed surprised that I
would bother to ask, "That's for me to know and you hopefully to never
find out." I realized why she took that so personally five seconds
into the store.
The OP had given me a lot to think about this whole crazy store and I
went wide eyed at the very wide selection of supposedly working exotic
formulas to do everything from enhance one's natural beauty to change
natural hair colors to changes in body form from the simple to amazing
to the seemingly impossible.
I walked straight over to my pal Greg from the other day, Lead
Salesman here supposedly, and waited patiently for him to get through
a couple of customers. I had one question to start the conversation,
"If these products do everything they say on the tin, why don't you
just do something outrageous to yourself, Greg, that will set you up
as a celebrity for the rest of life?"
He looked like he was seriously pondering that thought. "You know I
hadn't put much thought into what I'd do after this sale, but I just
might do something crazy. Your friend Cassie gave me an idea or two,
actually..." He took a few seconds to snap back to the present from
his contemplation and planning. "So what are you looking for, buddy?"
"I want a vagina," I whispered to him. It was an old fetish filled
daydream I used to have. To outwardly be a guy and have all the
privilege that comes with it, but to secretly be a woman in the one
place that truly counts...
"Just a vagina?" Greg quietly quizzed me.
I nodded and he hummed a bit in contemplation before directing me
towards a specific box on a shelf. "I don't think I have anything you
would ultimately want that would just do that, but I do have this
full, womanizing Loving Seductress box. If you just drink the first
vial it will give you that vagina you want, and you can just keep the
rest in case it comes in handy."
I look at the expensive price tag below the box and balk a bit. "I'm
not sure I can afford that. Are you sure you don't have anything more
specific to just what I want? Wouldn't that be cheaper?"
Greg has a funny salesman gleam in his eye that I recognize
immediately. For a guy that has apparently been lead salesman for all
of a day and a half, he sure seems to have developed a knack for it.
"I'm just going to charge this to the Valentina's Espionage account
for you."
"It's not really business related, though," I point out.
That gleam turns into a proper smile and I know I've been caught.
"Does Valentina's Espionage sell women's undergarments still?"
I nod. I know this game, but I can't stop it. All I can do is nod.
"Do you think you might sell women's undergarments better and with
more confidence if maybe you were wearing some on a regular basis?"
Again, I nod. He's done it, and I should have guessed at this result
all along. I let him ring up the box to the corporate account, then
zombie walk back to my car, slug down that first and only vial I think
I need and wonder what to do with the rest of the box.
----
It's a surprising and amazing thing to go to sleep one day with a
boring old penis and wake up the next day with a fascinating new and
surprisingly sensitive seeming vagina. I want to just toy around with
my new personal cunt for hours, but realize it's a work day and I've
got the early shift.
The box of remaining vials for now is just sitting on my dresser
watching me grab my toiletries to take to the shared house shower to
start my day. Who knows, maybe I'll find a buyer on Craigslist for
seven eighths of a transformation? I live in my fraternity house, but
we have surprisingly decent privacy in our bedrooms, including locks
to them, so I'm not worried for now what anyone would think seeing
that box in my room.
My first interesting encounter is that some brother of mine has either
drunkenly last night or hungover this morning or something in between
managed one of those crazy blowouts of piss all over the house toilet
nearest the shower. Suddenly I start to question my decision process
as what would have been equally annoying some mornings but only a
small annoyance those days where I myself just have to piss first
thing in the morning, is now potentially an every morning concern.
I clean as best as I can for as long as my bladder will let me and
then hope the rest is cleaned off thoroughly by a nice hot shower.
Downstairs a couple of guys are watching lesbian porn ironically to
fill a school-less day with some amusement at bad acting. I sit in on
it a bit as I eat my cereal for breakfast. After a particularly steamy
bit of foreplay that I've come to know pretty well at this point, the
hot blonde finally removes her bra for the first time and I blurt out
"Damn that makes me so wet" about a half-second before the bottle red
head gets to it. The other guys laugh at the well-we-all-know-that
silly delivery of the line and I'm left contemplating how true that
line actually was now for me as I head out to work.
At work I bought a bunch of basic panties under my employee discount.
I debated some of the fancier, frillier, and or scandalous options,
but wimped out for day one. Despite Greg reminding me I might sell
some of that stuff a bit more confidently if I've tried it and/or am
wearing it while selling it, I wasn't going to dive into the deep end
just yet. I didn't even bother to try to be discreet in making my
purchase, as it isn't uncommon I make just such a purchase for a
relative or a new girlfriend.
I did try to be discreet when I slipped a panty out of the pack and
into my pocket while I stored the remainder in my car. I also worked
to be discreet when I swapped boxers for panty in a bathroom stall. I
gently rubbed the flatter new outline of my crotch and was so tempted
there to just give up discreteness and masturbate my new pussy in the
middle of a stall in the men's restroom. However, propriety won that
battle.
There is this bannister at work that I've come to hate. It's a simple
metal bar separating the main section of Fuchsia/EYES ONLY brand stuff
from the rest of Valentina's Espionage. Ostensibly, it helps create a
barrier from the stuff welcoming and open to teens and tweens on the
outer side of the store from the more risky "adult" stuff towards the
interior of the store "maintaining a simple confidentiality cordon".
Of course, it was mostly there to encourage people to spend more time
in the store and not be able to take straight shortcuts between areas
of the store. (Forward Intelligence spends quite a bit of effort
testing foot paths in store layouts.)
I hate this bannister because as a Field Agent, I do need shortcuts
and I often need them because those extra couple of seconds can be the
difference between a sales commission and a lost sale. This is
particular true for me as my particular demographic of customer, the
dude who needs something as a gift for a loved one, takes two steps in
the door and gets that deer in headlights look. Typically I've got
almost exactly five seconds before the guy spin turns back out of the
store. That bannister is literally so often between me and that sale
and all I can do is try to mount over it and try not to rack myself in
the process. (I'm about 95% successful at that, but that 5% is so
painful.)
So at the point I catch another one of those headlight-captured bucks
on the other side of the bannister from me, I've been in the workday
flow long enough that I've forgotten the change in my downstairs
hardware. Two milliseconds into my attempted hurdle and I know I've
flubbed it and brace for impact. The impact comes, but it's a lot less
painful than I expect. There was still pain, but it faded a lot
quicker and suddenly the cold metal was talking intimately to my
crotch in a way that was new to me, and was weirdly making me horny.
Suddenly, all I could think of was spending a few minutes hornily dry
humping this enemy I had captured between my legs. I realized how
strange this was and how I probably shouldn't feel that way about such
a cold, metal object. The thing that stopped me from actually trying
to do it was not discreteness or shame but the simple, subtle reminder
from my brain that men's pants have a zipper in the wrong place for
that.
The fantasy didn't take that long to flash through my head and I hoped
I made a decent fake at a groin in a great deal of pain, stumbling as
I finished the hurdle and went to continue my job.
That night in panties and pajama pants I wrapped my legs around the
metal foot board of my fraternity house dorm bed and humped it in the
way that I had imagined doing so to that enemy bannister from work. It
began as simply dry humping the metal bar, but slowly became less and
less dry of a hump.
I worried that I shouldn't feel this horny about such a dumb inanimate
metal object, but I realized that even just the threat of ball pain
had kept me for years at a distance from so much of the world. I could
be much more intimate in contacts between my crotch and the world now.
This dumb bar at the foot of my bed for months had been just a
utilitarian thing to keep my feet roughly on the bed and to keep the
mattress and sheets from falling out. Now this bar was truly mine. I
controlled it with my thighs. I dripped feminine honeys along the
length of it, claiming it in no way that any fraternity brother of
mine that had lived in this room could have ever have done.
I slipped a hand into my pajama pants and then into my panties and
humping turned to rather explicit jilling of my recently acquired
pussy. As the orgasms subsided, I found myself passing out from
pleasure and exhaustion. I glanced at the box of remaining vials,
their contents haunting my dreams as I slept.
----
Work quickly became a whirlwind. Under the Advexgen Operating
Procedure we'd been instructed to give year long discount cards to
Operatives, Valentina's Espionage term for customers, that had in any
way some sort of obvious Advexgen-related change. Just as quickly as
some of us started questioning that decision we started seeing the
return Operatives that needed a slightly newer size every week or so
due to continuing changes from whatever their preferred Advexgen batch
was. It started to be fun playing the game that each Operative we
handed a new discount card was a very special individual and to keep
it a hush-hush operational secret.
It also meant that suddenly we were in one of the busiest seasons we
had ever seen. Whichever of our Corporate Executives had scooped the
Advexgen sale had hugely lucked out. It was the best holiday season
we'd ever had in terms of sales and particularly in terms of repeat
operatives.
It was also one of the worst holiday seasons I'd ever seen in that we
were now perpetually understaffed. Here the stockpiling we had done of
Advexgen boxes started to become clearer as we started getting some
interesting hires to fill our staffing needs. We hired a few pretty
women that had almost no tits and would probably never have considered
working in a lingerie store before and thanks to some stockpiled
Advexgen breast enhancement vials, included as ego-boosting welcome
package, they all filled out pretty nicely.
The interesting surprise was that apparently Ryan couldn't resist the
BE stockpiles and quickly grew himself a startling pair of knockers.
It was interesting to see Ryan start wearing v-neck blazers and vests
to better show off and enhance his bust, not that he needed it as time
passed. He became something of a walking expert in options of corsets
and bras from Valentina's Espionage's own TOP SECRET high end line. Of
course, who was I to judge, hiding a pussy between my own pants, and
slowly making my way through the various panty options we sell. I
briefly considered selling the rest of my vials to Ryan, but Ryan
seemed happy as just a guy with breasts. (Ryan was also happy because
Trainee Supervisor Thompson had mostly disappeared, apparently having
gotten busy doing things for Regional/Corporate.)
I slowly graduated from lady briefs to thongs to g-strings. There were
definitely questions that you could answer more confidently actually
wearing a pair of g-strings, albeit my still mostly male demographic
shouldn't guess at the truthfulness in my answers. I certainly wasn't
going to bring up how horny it was making me to answer questions about
tight, frilly pieces of underwear while wearing said tight, frilly
pieces of underwear.
I also decided to stop humping the furniture so much and invested in a
cute pink dildo. The clerk at that shop was telling me all about how
my niece would love it and what to tell her about how to use it
safely. I don't know where she came up with that idea and I was
tempted to make some poor taste jokes and/or sarcasm in which I'd
refer to the cunt between my legs as "my niece", but ultimately I
found her tips helpful and didn't bother to correct the assumption.
Cassie and I had both admitted to each other to having started our
Advexgen vials and that some changes had already begun. We agreed to a
small bet on who would be the first to notice the other's change. It
became an excuse to watch Cassie around work, not that I wasn't prone
to glances before. I still had quite the crush on her and realized I
should be careful not to get too wet watching her go about business as
that would probably give the bet away. Thus far all I had noticed was
that she wasn't really wearing tight pants anymore and instead was
opting for loose skirts and dresses, which was a bit strange for her.
----
A couple of my fraternity brothers invited me to work out at the gym
with them in a bit of a team spirit adventure. I had nothing better to
do that evening so I joined them in the campus gym they had chosen for
the activity.
At first I was somewhat frustrated because it seemed like I was
unusually sweating compared to any sort of benchmarks I knew or was
familiar with. My new lady pussy was dripping with each effort in the
gym. It honestly took about a circuit and a half before I realized
that my pussy wasn't just dripping from sweat, but from a certain,
very new sense of horniness.
I very slowly realized that just about every rep was working some
muscles that were relatively new between my legs and that those
muscles were surprisingly sensitive and wonderfully fun to work out.
Very quickly it began to dawn on me that working out wasn't just
turning me on, but was starting to drive me horny and quickly
orgasmic.
I particular realized during a set of bench presses that I was
experiencing a small orgasm with each press. I gritted my teeth and
deeply gasped for each breath, fighting the needs from orgasm for that
same amount of oxygen. A buddy of mine warned me that I should
probably pace myself better for fear that I might hurt myself, but
little did he know how much I was starting to enjoy myself here. It
was almost better than the fun I had been having with my vibrator
lately. Almost.
I had always heard rumors that some women get aroused working out in
the gym, and certainly my fraternity brothers and I had long
speculated about such a thing and the kinds of women that would
constantly work out because of it, but I was particularly surprised to
find that I myself now got such pleasure from such a simple act. I got
the feeling that I was going to work out a lot more than I'd ever have
before, if it felt so orgasmic a release at the end of a long day.
----
As someone who had been forced to read too many of Valentina's
Espionage training materials I've held a pet peeve whenever someone
refers to one of the VE poster super model "War Hawks" by the term
used by a well known rival. War Hawks are active birds, direct
messengers for Forward Intelligence and sometimes deadly and direct
attack force. That cannot be said about the passive model force of our
rival. That's why my attention was immediately drawn to the person
that said. "Ooh, look at the angel," and then drawn to the woman she
was pointing at.
Escorted in by some Corporate-looking dude in a suit was a woman
drowning in a boring sweat suit. Even in the dumpy sweat suit she
exuded the very beautiful essence of a living VE War Hawk. Her hair
shimmered multi-colored in a way that had been a favorite post-process
special effect of a War Hawk photographer a couple years back. Of
course the big kicker was the pair of wings that shimmered that same
color changing hue. Between the way they flapped with her expression
and the recent things I'd seen brought about by Advexgen vials I had
reason to believe that her wings were real and she really was a living
War Hawk.
I could hear Ryan greet the suit. The response, "Regional Liaison
Thompson, but you can call me Tomkat or Tom," managed to grab my
attention from the new War Hawk for a brief second. Tomkat had quite
the upgrade over "Don't Call Me Kat" since the last time we'd seen her
in the field, and I realized it was kind of funny seeing my managers
meet anew here. (Ryan with his interesting new breasts and Tomkat with
a whole new everything, just about.)
The War Hawk pointed to me and uttered a simple "Him" to Tomkat.
Tomkat raised an "Are you sure?" eyebrow and then the pair headed
straight to me. Tomkat shook my hand. "Special Agent Michael" and I
subconsciously shivered at the surprise field promotion; now I was
truly in trouble and I almost didn't want to know what my new
responsibilities would be. Tomkat continued, either unaware of my
shiver or misinterpreting it, handing me a rarely seen in the wild
fuchsia colored Corporate Card. "War Hawk Skylark here needs an entire
new wardrobe and has requested you assist her. Expenses will be
charged to the corporate account I just handed you. As a War Hawk
handler, Forward Intelligence has authorized you to vouchsafe that
card and you will be credited 150% of your usual commission for
activities conducted for Forward Intel."
Tomkat turned to Skylark. "War Hawk, I leave you in the capable hands
of the Special Agent" and Tomkat quickly left the field. Skylark
chuckled as soon as she had gone. "Showmanship, huh?"
I nodded. "Always, War Hawk... er, Skylark. Valentina's Espionage
prides itself on it. Why me, by the way?" I had a bit of a lump at the
back of my throat. I'd argue with anyone that it was due to the
surprise promotion and dangerous lump of corporate plastic now
residing in my pocket. I'd eventually have to admit that it was as
much being caught in the beauty of the winged woman I was now the
assistant to.
She smiled and I would have rolled over, presented my belly to her to
be petted or perhaps to be disemboweled by her talons, I wasn't sure.
"You helped me the last I was here. If it helps, you can call me Greg
if your prefer..."
I squinted and she continued. "...this time I do have a better idea of
her size," and she gestured down her side with a hand and a wing.
I breathed in and realized I needed to relax and do my new sales duty,
so I chuckled at the okay joke and grabbed a measuring tape. "I'm
guessing you still don't have the numbers though..."
This quickly became one of the more interesting, fun, and lucrative
sales of my career. Skylark was in a mood to try just about everything
in the store on, and given she was building an entire new wardrobe, I
was only encouraging it. We talked a lot through the afternoon, and
quickly it changed from being some sort of a professional relationship
to something more familiar, like a pair of old girl friends chatting.
(Skylark didn't even bother to ask if I'd gone through with the change
to my crotch, she pretty much knew, it felt like.)
We talked about our backgrounds a bit; my school efforts and
fraternity involvement and Greg's unsurprisingly similar background
and couple of years involvement as a geek in AdVexGen, first as an
intern and then a decently paid scientist. She didn't think she could
get into too many specifics due to her contracts, but she seemed to
have enjoyed her time at the mad science company.
We chatted about the dangerous risk that Skylark took with her
peculiar cocktail and the incredibly fast transition. "I wanted to
make sure that I was the first exotic supermodel. The contracts I've
signed already have made it clear that was a smart decision. I realize
I took my life into my own hands: changing that fast increased the
likelihood of bad side-effects or complications, including death... It
will also make it tougher to make any changes in the future. For all I
know, this new lady bird body is permanent for me now."
We talked about Skylark's first few modeling gigs, including her first
big one later this week in our own mall. Just as Skylark had wanted to
move quickly to jump the competition, Valentina's Espionage was moving
with a similar urgency to capitalize on their new living War Hawk.
It's certainly faster to start with a small production in a random
mall than some sort of elaborate unveil in Milan or New York. (Those
will come, of course.) Plus, Forward Intelligence was hoping that a
debut in a local mall with limited (managed) face to face meet and
greets would do a faster job at spreading the word about how real and
exciting Skylark was.
Every outfit she tried on looked great on her. It was getting easier
to joke about how her body was practically made to model for VE. At
one point as Skylark showed off to me how even a pair of basic Fuchsia
brand business slacks and loose fitting blouse looked spectacular on
her (and surprisingly more erotic than they did on most women), she
pulled me aside in the dressing room giggling.
"I've been itching to joke about this with someone for a while now..."
she said as she pulled at the front of her slacks. "Look, the carpet
matches the crazy iridescent drapes!" It was true and eye catching, I
couldn't help but look. Even darkened by the surrounding slacks you
could see her pubic hair shimmering from what light did hit it. It was
a feathery looking wonder prism.
She slowly relaxed her slacks back into place and it took me a few
seconds to come up with anything to say about what she had just
presented to me. The best I could come up with on the spot there was.
"Wow. Beautiful. Although I'm surprised VE hasn't forced you into the
full bikini wax yet."
She made a cute little involuntary shudder. "Tomorrow. That's on
tomorrow's agenda." Then she gave me a steely stare and laughed. "What
about you? You done that yet?"
It was my chance to involuntary shudder as I thought about waxing the
hair so close to my crotch. I shook my head, glancing around the
changing room to get an idea if Cassie might be listening.
Skylark smiled a man-eating grin that matched her steely stare and
asked what I was afraid she might. "What about tomorrow? You should
totally come. We'll do it together. New gal pals!"
It was an interesting suggestion, but I still didn't particularly want
to so I shook my head again.
Skylark dropped the bomb on me, tears welling up in her suddenly huge
eyes that I could not look away from. "Please? It really would mean a
lot to me to have a friend there to share the experience with me."
I couldn't turn down such an adorable baby bird; I'm not a monster.
"Fine. I'll do it with you. Just not somewhere in this mall, I'm
trying to win a bet with a coworker."
Emotional whiplash as she immediately flipped to excited and happy and
gave me a quick hug. "It's a deal. I'll have Tomkat send you the
details. You are my new bestest friend, Michael. I owe you one."
I nearly forgot about my deal with Skylark as we finished up her giant
shopping trip and I was off in dreamland thinking about the giant
commission check for a single day's work...
----
"Details" arrived when Tomkat rang my cell number at 6am. The contact
sheet on my phone still said "Trainee Supervisor Thompson" and in my
groggy state my first reaction was panic. Supervisor Thompson had
called me many times about this time in the morning to remind me of an
early shift I was about to miss and I was quickly hopping into clothes
as I answered the call.
"Good morning, Special Agent. Your War Hawk friend's limo just arrived
outside your lodgings so that you may join her in today's activities.
Your shift has already been covered for today. Let us know if there is
something regarding your studies that needs to happen today. Have a
good day." Tomkat was nothing but business and he hung up as abruptly
as he had called.
I was glad for the "I'm late for work" panic as it did make sure I was
quickly dressed in enough of an adrenaline pounding awake state to
process most of what Tomkat had just told me. I made my way downstairs
and out of the fraternity house and there was indeed a limo outside
waiting to pick me up. A couple of sorority girls from the house next
door had noticed the limo and me rushing to it. "Fancy date?" they
shouted at me.
"Work, sort of," I yelled back, shrugging.
As I sat down into the limo, Skylark didn't even bother to ask and
just handed me a cup of coffee. It smelled of wakefulness with a hint
of a wonderful day to go, and also more than a hint of some whiskey
cream. As I gently sipped the coffee, Skylark asked the next most
pressing matter. "Bloody Mary or Mimosa?"
We had a rather wonderful girl's day out doing all the errands Skylark
needed to do leading up to her big debut show at our mall,
particularly given it was a first "girl's day out" for both of us.
Mostly I just hung out, took advantage of the day's alcohol budget,
and talked about random things with my new "bestie".
There was of course the one appointment of shared misery, but we were
fairly well liquored up by that point and it really was better that we
were able to share the pain (and further alcohol) together. By the end
of the day we certainly felt like new best friends that had a rather
interesting adventure together.
----
The bet had been bugging me for too many days and I had started to
wonder if I was working too hard trying to figure out Cassie's changes
and maybe could cheat by asking my new best friend Skylark. Which, of
course, just as I'm about to give up on the bet or cheat on it, I
start to notice things. Subtleties in the way Cassie smoothes her
skirt lately, for instance. I began to suspect that Cassie had done
something rather similar to me and it was rather turning me on to
think that my years long crush was looking as beautiful as ever, but
now also might have some cute little boy penis in her panties.
Certainly my sexuality is rather confused in my pants these days.
The big last piece of evidence I felt I needed came courtesy of my
frenemy: the store bannister. Cassie attempted the shortcut over it
and I could tell she failed spectacularly as she was clearly in quite
a bit of pain for several minutes afterward. I felt so much sympathy
for her and I also wanted to go over and dry hump my happiness and
horniness into the bannister to thank it for winning the bet for me.
I waited until we both had a minute in the break area to tell Cassie
that I was sure I had won our bet. "You've got a penis now, right?"
Cassie checked for any other wandering eyes in the break area and then
admitted to it by quickly lifting her skirt, lowering her panties, and
showing off the small, cute penis and balls she now kept down there.
"It's much more a grower than a show-er and I've still got a few vials
left of growth. I like the little guy and have been wanting to finish
the growth faster, but have been taking my time hoping I'd win the
bet..." She arranged her clothes back down and handed me my winnings.
"It's so cute on you, Cassie. Honestly, I'm dripping from how hot you
are to me right now..."
Cassie quirked an eyebrow and then started cracking up. Finally
regaining her breath all she could say was "Figures" and I wasn't
entirely sure what she meant by that and before I could ask she
interjected. "Show me! I showed you mine already."
I pulled down my pants to show the incredibly tiny, incredibly tight
g-string I was wearing. She had an almost lecherous grin at the hint
of camel toe I was displaying and the tight, smooth Brazilian waxed
skin that was showing.
"Mikey, it's too bad you didn't go all the way. I'd bet you'd have
awesome tits." With that Cassie went back to work leaving me to pull
up my pants and finally piece together years of clues that to be
honest I'd known all along.
----
Cassie and I had a break scheduled together later that afternoon. "You
know the big thing I miss?" she asked, without any other preface as I
entered the breakroom. I shook my head. "I miss wearing yoga pants at
work."
"Are they really that comfortable?"
Cassie's eyes lit up. "You've not tried them yet? You totally should
wear a pair for the rest of the day. I think you'd enjoy it."
I raised an eyebrow skeptically. "You don't think people would notice
my lack of a bulge? I'm not sure I'm ready for guys to know I'm not
packing down there."
"Trust me, if you aren't packing up here," Cassie briefly hoisted her
tits to illustrate. "most straight guys aren't looking down there. I
bet you $10 no guy notices the rest of your shift."
It was a cheap, silly bet, but I shook on it and was soon back in the
break room showing off a new pair of Fuchsia brand yoga pants, the
trademark EYES ONLY stretched across my butt cheeks. "You know, these
are surprisingly comfortable for how tight they fit. I hadn't
realized."
Cassie's eyes were staring straight at my crotch. "There's no panty
line, I know you were wearing a g-string earlier, but that particular
model would show a small line even for that."
"Oh, yeah, these were so comfortable, I thought I'd go without panties
for a bit." I gently caressed my mound through the yoga pants, just
enough to make an obvious camel toe, before smoothing it back up. I
noticed a responding tent in Cassie's skirt. "Does that little guy
noticing count for our bet?"
Cassie glanced down at her erection, then looked back up at me
embarassed. "That's not fair." She handed me a ten, then looked back
to her erection betrayed. "Mikey doesn't even have tits, little Cassie
boy, why would you lose a bet for such little A without the T. We're
going to have words later."
She really was much more of a grower than a shower, erect she was at
least twice the size, I couldn't help but notice.
"Don't be too hard on the little guy," I laughed. "I remember when I
first got mine it would be excited about anything even vaguely shaped
the right way, like the wrong angle of a pair, or this cute girl
Cassie who was never as interested in being my girlfriend as I was in
being her boyfriend."
Cassie shook her head. "Mikey, I was never girlfriend material, but if
you were all woman, I'd consider being your boyfriend in an instant."
She gripped her erection less to illustrate this particular point, and
more to try to conceal it better in her skirt. "Now if you will excuse
me, I've got to give this reason why I can't wear yoga pants to work
anymore a bit of a stern lecture in the few minutes we have left
before we have to clock back in."
She was right in that the rest of the shift and even wearing the yoga
pants home into my fraternity's house, not a single guy seemed to
notice what I was wearing or glance towards my crotch. I would have
given Cassie her ten dollars back, but I liked winning on a
technicality, and she had given me a lot to think about.
----
From the minute I got home the remaining vials haunted me from where I
had left them. Was it crazy to go through such a drastic change just
for the off chance that my lesbian crush of many years, who was
growing a penis for herself, might finally be interested in me
sexually? Maybe I'd wanted to do it for a while and just didn't have
the guts, which is why I'd left those vials in my dorm room waiting
for me? I was certainly a woman already in the one place it most
counted and I guess I had always been considering it. Cassie was
merely an excuse.
I stared down the box of vials as I called the office and left a long
rambling message on the machine that I'd be sick the next couple of
days and would really appreciate it if they could find someone to
cover my shifts. Without giving myself another chance to second guess
it, I downed the remaining vials as quickly as I could, one right
after the other. I remembered Skylark's notice that all at once could
speed up and enhance things, even as I remembered her warning that it
could result in worse side effects or maybe death. I wasn't sure I'd
have the resolve to go through with it later and all or none seemed
like both the smartest and dumbest decision I could make.
I don't know what I was expecting, but there wasn't any sort of
immediate pain or cramping. Instead, there was a tingling that at
first I wasn't sure might have been the trailing anxiety and
adrenaline from making such a crazy life changing decision.
The tingling did however progress into something more annoying,
reverberating across my body sometimes ringing notes of pain in one
spot and pleasureful sensitivity in another. I figured out quickly
that masturbating in this state heightened the pleasurable notes and
mostly hid the painful ones, so my little pink vibrator and I went on
a bit of a several hour adventure together. I drifted in and out of
sleep and orgasm and many hours blurred together in that rush of
masturbation. Somewhere in the middle of that period I realized that
my hands were busiest massaging very noticeable and very sensitive and
pleasurable breasts and I had no idea how long my hands had been doing
that, but only that they should keep doing it because it felt amazing.
Of course, eventually the masturbation strategy hit its limits and I
was disappointed when almost all of the several hour session of
pleasure melted away to be replaced with pain and cramping in just
about every corner of my body. I began to realize that at least some
of the pain and cramping was a very definite preview to menses and I'd
probably be revisiting it sometime soon. I tried not to dwell on those
thoughts. I mostly tried to keep my eyes closed and attempted to sleep
or exercise through most of the painful parts of the process...
I woke up the day after the pain almost abruptly stopped at my usual
time to leave for an early shift at work. I finally examined myself
from top to bottom and found myself to be quite the knockout. I was
all woman and rather sexy if I did say so myself, possibly even War
Hawk material if I cleaned up well. My tits and ass both seemed good,
respectable sizes. My natural hair color seemed a couple of shades
blonder than it had been. I also realized that I was rather lady
ripped, like a lifelong cheerleader or dancer. Flexing various muscles
showed they put my previous musculature to shame, including flexing my
core revealing a rather sexy six pack. Remembering fondly my
pleasurable recent experiences in the gym I figured I might even have
a decent chance at maintaining such cute fitness.
I tried to check what I could to see if I had any accidental side
effects from the faster than manufacturer suggested change. My nipples
seemed huge, puffy, and incredibly sensitive, but I'd seen enough
pornography to figure that was normal enough. My only other concern
was that it felt like my pussy was a lot wetter than it had been. I
couldn't decide how natural or not that might be.
Just sitting around I felt a low level wetness, a consistent
lubrication in my crotch. Horniness, such as examining a sexy body
like my new one here, caused quite a pleasurable feeling of drool down
there and I quickly found out it didn't take much encouragement to
squirt female ejaculate everywhere in orgasm. It was somewhat strange
that I could ejaculate further and stronger than I ever remembered
doing so as a guy. It was also somewhat strange that no sooner had I
learned the pleasures of dry humping something that I'd never really
dry hump anything again; just about any humping I'd do now would
involve some amount of my very productive lady honey.
Realizing I didn't have much better to wear I threw on some sweats
that were the tightest I owned and hoped they didn't fall off on the
way to work. Cassie arrived to work before I did, which was not
unusual. Turning to see who had also arrived to work, She didn't even
hesitate and seemed to know immediately who I was, embracing me in a
giant hug. "Oh, Mickey, you didn't have to do this just for me."
I didn't even feel like bothering to correct the old teasing nickname
*Mickey* this time as it sounded so sexy and intimate the way she said
it that time. "I didn't. I did it for myself," I said, teasingly, and
with a wink. She feigned a punch at my shoulder, a long standing
tradition that she understood the tease there. Then she added a new
tradition by surprising me with a long, pleasureful kiss that I never
thought would end and never wanted to end.
"Well, we need to get you ready for the work day. You wouldn't make
many sales in those sweats." She gestured for me to stand still and
straight and then from behind she firmly grasped my breasts and
squeezed them a bit from a couple of different angles. From one of the
angles she accidentally, or possibly on purpose, brushed my nipples
and I couldn't help but gasp in pleasure. I could feel a slight,
reactionary jump, caused by that moan, in Cassie's man part below.
She finished, headed deep into the store, and quickly returned with
the practice of a veteran Field Agent, a small handful of clothing
pieces in her arms. She passed over the Fuchsia and EYES ONLY gear
without comment, as I would know all of it, and then held up the last
two items and explained them. "This bra is almost definitely your
size, but if it isn't it must be this other one. Try one, then the
other, in that order. I can finish getting the store ready for open
without you, but you should still change quickly, you are on the clock
already." With that she ran off to double time it to get the store
ready without my help. I was rather grateful at that, knowing how
tough it was to open on one's own, and also grateful she decided to go
ahead and clock me in for the day, contrary to standard operating
procedure in the case one wishes to try on outfits before store open.
(A standard operating procedure I had not had to actually consider
before.)
In the changing room I tried on her first bra suggestion and was
surprised that it indeed seemed a perfect fit, running through the
mental "good fit checklist" that I'd also only really needed for
explaining to boyfriends and significant others before and never had
to apply in practice. "Wow. You'll have to teach me that bra sizing
trick!" I shouted back out into the store as I continued to dress in
the clothes Cassie had picked out.
"The Old Grope and Size? You'd probably need a couple more sisters and
years more of lady slumber parties to pick up that trick. Besides, it
is technically sexual harassment and we aren't allowed to do that at
work..." I noticed the small bit of worry that crept in her voice at
acknowledging the HR mistake before she continued, "Although it is a
neat party trick for Lesbian Bars." I could hear the subtle wink in
that.
I finished dressing and made a pouting shout. "Cassandra!" elongating
the vowels. I could tell that my voice held great whining power and I
immediately wanted to punch myself for even attempting it. I realized
with such great power would come a need for great responsibility.
Cassie came into the changing room in a rush and pantomimed a pose,
whining out my tease. "Doesn't this skirt make my ass look fat to
you?"
Cassie's eyes were immediately drawn to the body part I had just
named. I could tell she was tempted to ignore the directions spread
across it as the ruffled fuchsia skirt said the usual "EYES ONLY"
across my two cheeks. I was surprised to see that she seemed a bit
embarrassed at falling for my tease and her eyes dropped downward from
my ass to my feet rather than meeting my gaze. She punched me in the
shoulder, this time with a surprising amount of force, and possibly a
bit of actual anger this time, shook her head seemingly to clear it,
and stated matter of factly. "After our shifts, we need to go shoe
shopping, girlfriend."
I don't know exactly what it was about the mention of shoe shopping,
or if some of it was also the sting of Cassie's horny punch to my
shoulder, but suddenly I realized that I wouldn't be able to serve my
customary demographic as easy as I was used to and would probably be
losing a good chunk of my commissions. Thinking of that lead me to a
couple of brutal sobs.
Cassie was quickly composed and asked the obvious question. "What's
the matter, Mickey?"
I tried to explain between sobs and it didn't take many words for
Cassie to catch the drift of what I was thinking about. She gently
slid her fingers under my chin, lifting me up to look into her eyes,
and then gently ran a finger through my hair, anchoring it behind my
ear. "You know everything you need to know about the store to sell our
stuff. Besides, Mickey, have you seen yourself? You won't have a
problem selling to any demographic that walks in the door. So what if
you lose a few shy guys, you'll make up for it from everything else...
In fact, I'm the one who should be crying, because I'm worried that I
won't be able to compete with you now..."
I saw the truth in her eyes, and she was right, she did seem a bit
fearful, but I also knew she was teasing me. That was surprisingly hot
to me and it stopped my tears. I grabbed her hand from my hair, simply
to hold it, and then this time it was me leaning in to kiss her and
end the cycle of teasing.
Finishing that kiss we both hurried to finish opening the store and
barely just managed to do it in time to avoid the fine for a late
opening.
When Ryan arrived a bit later that morning he also recognized me with
merely a glance, but it was a little less surprising because by that
point I was wearing my usual name badge. He simply gestured for me to
follow him into the back office and I had the usual anxiety that one
gets when asked back by one's manager.
He picked a folder off of a shelf and handed it to me. It was, of
course, a fuchsia colored folder. It was labelled "Field Agent
Confidential" (so not really all that confidential) and "Identity
Kit". I knew I had been worried about nothing.
Ryan quickly explained. "Corporate Legal put these kits together. You
don't have to use it, it's entirely up to you, but it's designed to
make your life easier: everything you need from updating your
personnel record here to getting your driver's license updated in an
easier way and getting your name legally changed." Ryan then gestured
me back out into the field, and I stuffed it into my locker on the way
out.
It dawned on me, thanks to that kit, that often people go into the
sort of drastic change that I had done with at least a little bit more
planning. For instance, I certainly hadn't considered a new name
before having been handed that kit. I supposed the easiest options
were feminine forms of my name like Michelle or Mika, but I couldn't
say any of the ones that were coming to me sounded all that appealing.
Certainly I was quickly getting used to Cassie calling me Mickey, but
that seemed like something to keep private between just the two of us.
I had met girls named Michael before and I certainly felt lazy enough
to just leave it what it always has been...
The day flew past very quickly, as I was perhaps the busiest I had
ever been. I started to realize that Cassie had likely been right and
I was going to get better commissions and I probably was much heavier
competition for her commissions. Certainly the shift end commission
estimate was higher than I had seen it this side of a holiday or my
Special Field Agent duties, albeit I was unsure just yet if that could
still be the overall AdVexGen effect on sales.
I got back to my fraternity house around the usual dinner time
caravan, when most of the guys would descend on some unsuspecting
dinner hall or fast food restaurant en masse. Nutter (aka Doug) was
the only straggler left in the common area and although he was fairly
occupied with whatever videogame he was playing on the big screen, I
should not have been surprised when he noticed a womanly shape pass by
the room, even in the hallway (me). Pausing his game he attempted a
helpful. "Um, can I help you?"
"I'm Michael."
He must have misheard me or been too busy processing me visually as he
turned in the hallway direction vaguely towards my dorm room and
shouted. "Michael, dude, your new girlfriend is here and she's quite
hot!" Half-joke, half-tease, all dumb.
I rolled my eyes and tried again, this time with more emphasis.
"Nutter, I'm Michael."
The look on Nutter's face as he slowly noticed what I said and parsed
it against the nametag on my chest and the facial resemblance to my
old self was priceless and all he could do was mutter an "Oh" and
return to his videogame.
"So you think I'm hot?" I purred in response. As soon as I heard it
come out of my mouth, I realized I had taken the tease too far. Even I
could tell my voice was far too seductive for shy dork like Nutter.
Damn it, Michael, the goal was to be responsible with this power.
Nutter's expression was of a pale, pure embarrassment and so I quickly
tried to make it less awkward by leaving the room entirely.
----
"Milan was amazing!" was the first thing out of my recently upgraded
to a supermodel "best" friend, the War Hawk Skylark. She hadn't even
bothered to remark on my final, female appearance, having launched
herself directly into a brutal hug on first sight of me and then
leading off with the aforementioned humble brag about her time just
now in Italy.
"They want me to go to Paris next month and they're telling me that
next time I should bring my entourage," she cheerfully noted, winking.
"I'm not sure I'm entourage material, Sweetlark." I had meant to say
Skylark and accidentally started into 'sweetie' instead, no idea where
that had come from, and I hoped she hadn't noticed the inadvertent
nickname. She had. In response, she preened a bit more bird-like than
I ever expected to see from a person, ruffling into her own feathery
down before returning.
She looked me up and down truly for the first time. "Well of course
you aren't entourage material, Mikey, honey, because you jumped right
over that into catwalk material." With that, a sing-song whistle. "I
knew I was right to get my contract the way I did, because I'd hate to
have to compete with such a pretty friend."
Now it was my turn to be flustered.
Skylark took a deep breath. "But seriously, I'd love for you to visit
Paris with me."
"I'll have to check with my boyfriend," I nodded in the direction of
Cassie, standing off to the side of the floor in "look like you are
busy while waiting for customers to show up mode".
Skylark glanced at Cassie, tilted her head in a very birdlike manner,
then straightened and returned to me. "Boyfriend?"
"Well, yeah, she's enhanced something like us, but differently..." I
was starting to think this answered the question on if I could have
cheated on the bet with Cassie. "You didn't know?"
Skylark shook her head. "No, I think I'd remember Cassie's purchase
after the conversation we had, she much have returned to another sales
person."
That lead to another question I hadn't realized I had wanted to ask.
"I thought you knew. If you didn't speak to her, then what made you
think I'd want all the vials?"
Skylark swept a wing over her body. "I thought you might, because I
did."
I didn't know what to add to that and was somewhat swept up in it. We
were something more than besties even, in that moment. We knew
something deep of each others emotions. I didn't know what to do with
that emotion but channel it into a surprisingly tearful and heartfelt
hug.
That hug grabbed Cassie's attention and she hovered over to us with
abrupt skill of a well trained Field Agent. "What's this about?"
I couldn't explain what just happened to her at that moment. Skylark
seemed to grasp that. "I was just inviting the two of you to Paris
with me, for the next fashion week in a few weeks. We'd three hang out
together and see the sights in between whatever craziness they have me
doing for work."
I wasn't sure what to read of Cassie's deep stares at the two of us.
"Cassie, have you met my friend and Special Agent assignment,
Valentina's Espionage featured War Hawk Skylark?"
The glare at me at the mention of a Special Field Agent told me that
Cassie and I may have a few words in private about me not mentioning
that to her before. It slowly dawned on me that it may even seem
further proof I was taking advantage of better commissions than her.
Cassie brightened up a lot more as she turned to Skylark. "Pleased to
meet you, Skylark. I've seen your posters all over this place... I
hadn't realized you were so very real. This is going to sound dumb,
but can I pet you?"
I was surprised when Skylark nodded, as that didn't seem like
something she would like, especially in public, and then only noticed
that Skylark's eyes had never left Cassie's. There was an infatuation
there that I was surprised I recognized. Skylark looked at me that way
just now in that last hug. I realized I looked at Cassie that way too.
I finally realized that Cassie was returning that look right back to
Skylark.
Cassie very, very gently brushed a finger through some of Skylark's
wing feathers. Then gentled tousled Skylark's downy, iridescent hair.
I hadn't realized I had been holding my breath and deeply exhaled.
Cassie didn't even need to look for me to send her other hand in the
direction of that breath, to gently run that hand through my own hair.
I was melting in that moment. I didn't want it to end and I wondered
if I held my breath again if time would stop, at least for long enough
to truly enjoy the simple beauty of the moment, the gentle contact
seemingly happening on a subtly different level than the outward
appearance of a simple rubbing of hair.
Cassie broke contact, noticing something I could not and would not
want to. "Ms. War Hawk, a trip to Paris sounds delightful." Turning to
me, Cassie managed in a deeply sweet voice, which I knew was poisoned
with tease just for me. "Ms. Special Field Agent, we have customers to
help. I'm sure that our War Hawk friend has places to be this
afternoon and it would be best to get professional needs out of the
way before any further talk of pleasure."
I watched Cassie walk away and was absolutely spell bound that she was
able to switch back to professional so completely, no sight of a hard
on, straight back to work to help the customers that just walked in.
It was Skylark's turn to deeply exhale. "Wow." Her wings shivered a
bit and she tried to straighten herself out. "Your boyfriend is
something else. You think she meant that bit about talk of further
pleasure?"
I shrugged. "We've not been dating that long, but I for one am hoping
all of our evening calendars are empty tonight." I worked to
straighten up, brush some of the wrinkles out of my blouse. "How can I
help you right now, War Hawk Skylark?" I knew that was a tenth of
Cassie's steel, but I felt better trying it.
"Well, I did stop by for a couple weeks worth of new clothes, and
surprisingly I find myself in dire need of a fresh pair of panties as
a first need..."
----
There was an urgency to make the month's fraternity meeting, because I
had already been warned my gender change would be a topic of
conversation. Thanks to the urgency of arriving in time, I came
straight to the meeting from my work shift, largely guaranteeing that
even if the meeting weren't about me, almost all eyes would be on me
anyway.
I was somewhat surprised when I arrived that another brother had
gender swapped as well. One of the quieter, newer members that I
wasn't that familiar with, but now realized I should get to know, had
transformed into something of an anime-esque cat girl. She was
sticking to the back of the meeting, wearing a deep black robe, and
using it almost trying to hide into the shadows.
After the fraternity and usual meeting perfunctories, the Chapter
President, a brother named Jeff and nicknamed Fancypants based on an
artful getup his Freshman year, walked us through the situation. As I
suspected, many eyes were on me, very clearly femme and somewhat
enticingly dressed, and very emblematic of the issue at hand.
Several chapters of our fraternity have had AdVexGen-related gender
swaps in the past month and a half, and expected at least a few more.
The fraternity National Organization remembered the very brief time it
was co-ed two generations back, when it was more acceptable (though
stranger in its own way), and in its wisdom decided to leave it up to
individual chapters and their schools whether or not to allow gender
swapped brothers who are now sisters to remain active in their
chapter. The National Organization wished to make clear that any thus
inactivated members would still be welcome and recognized as treasured
alumnae of the fraternity.
The Chapter President then dutifully talked with the school
administration to clear it with them. Some schools had clear rules
against co-ed fraternities, but our school was also wise in these
matters and left it as a matter for the individual chapters to decide
for themselves in accord with their national organizations.
That of course left all the weight of an actual vote back on us as a
chapter. I expected a terrifyingly personal debate at this point and
was preparing my metaphoric claws for battle.
President Jeff (Fancypants) concluded with a surprisingly ringing
endorsement for change, that the principles of the fraternity went
beyond gender and that despite outward changes (I could almost
physically feel all eyes on me), the new sisters were still important
to the chapter, and continued to bring to the chapter the qualities
they always had.
Following that surprisingly impassioned opinion, there was
surprisingly little debate. No one openly admitted to wanting to kick
me out. (Nor kick out the sheepish cat-girl, whose fraternity nickname
was apparently already Neko, for the wallpaper on all her machines
while she was pledging.)
But that business item lead to the next business item which was more
contentious: whether or not to allow women and/or transwomen to pledge
in future semesters. There was a lot of heated debate. There was some
assumption that I (and Neko) might unequivocally be for the idea, but
I was willing to admit I had no idea the ramifications yet, and
certainly we had no experience pledging women/transwomen, yet. (Not to
mention we had no idea if we'd get flak from our sorority friends if
we opened up the floodgates all at once.) In the end the compromise
decision was to try to keep things simple, not go out of our way to
pledge for it, but to evaluate things on a case-by-case basis.
The final big related business item was the house. President Jeff
reminded everyone that the big remaining complication was that I lived
in the fraternity house, and that was definitely not designed with co-
ed needs in mind. I flushed a bit, realizing that I had not considered
this enough, and that I was not prepared at this point of the semester
to find a new, likely much more expensive, place to stay.
Doug, aka Nutter, was the first to ask for the floor, and my heart
sank further, remembering my tease towards him and worrying that he
would be dead set on kicking me out. "A bunch of us in the House
already had a small unofficial vote, and we'd like to offer our
conclusion to the meeting for ratification."
I was really concerned now. They had a meeting about it without me?
They had already made some sort of decision?
President Jeff (Fancypants) nodded some agreement. "It does seem fair
to hear out those that already live in the House for priority in this
discussion."
Was that the signal to start packing? I tried not to panic.
Doug gestured at some of the other brothers in the House. "Many of us
have girlfriends or sorority sister friends or actual sisters that we
want to make sure feel welcome in the House. We don't think we can do
that if even our own brother turned sister can't feel welcome in the
House. So among us, we decided that any decision should be Michael's,
because her feeling comfortable remaining with us is more important
than our feeling comfortable with her living in the house. We did feel
it fair that if the chapter decides that our sister Michael is not
allowed in the House, we risk making the House hostile to other women,
and most of us in the House will be forced to leave as well."
I had a tear from the whiplash from panic to feeling a surprising
amount of support. The implied threat of the rest of the House packing
up and leaving with me, was a big threat. Most of the chapter's
operating funds come from the support of rents in the House, and a
drop in the rents in the House potentially wrecks the budgets for fun
things, if not entirely sinks the chapter financially for a while. I'm
not sure I was entirely happy being lumped in with the other guys'
girlfriends and other friends as a reason I should stay, but I got the
feeling the sentiment behind it was quite earnest.
President Jeff accepted the report from Nutter and the meeting moved
to accept the decision to continue to allow me to live in the House,
and to contemplate ways to make things more comfortable moving forward
for a more co-ed living situation to possibly be expected. (Pending
some research on legal issues with the University.)
----
Cassie was waiting for me on the fraternity house porch. She was
wearing the longest skirt I felt like I had ever seen her wear. I had
seen her in pants many times, of course, but usually if she bothered
to wear a skirt it was mostly something fairly knee-length at longest.
I wasn't sure what to make of her wearing a nearly ankle length skirt.
"Can we talk in private?" she whispered, sounding surprisingly grim. I
nodded and lead her directly into my bedroom, locking the door behind
us.
Cassie was a bundle of nervous energy and seemed hesitant to talk at
first. Finally she whispered it. "I did what you and Skylark did, and
I think I'm a freak now." Other than the very low volume, I couldn't
tell what emotions were behind the statement, it was weirdly calm and
neutral enough that I especially wanted to know her emotions in that
instant.
"I'm sure it's not that bad." I put as much sympathy into that as I
could, and could hear a slight song to it. It sounded more sexy than
those words had any right to be.
She was pacing a bit and noticed the empty AdvExGen vial box. "Was
this the one you used? No wonder that superpower of yours."
"Huh? What superpower?"
Cassie eyed me enviously. "Mickey, you have every commission you ever
want now. You've got the seductive voice of a siren. You could sell
men on ocean cruises to their rocky dooms, and they would give you
every penny they had. I can't compete with that, if you put your power
to work, I'd be out of a job."
I tried to imagine it, but shook my head. "I couldn't do that, I
couldn't use such power for work, much less for evil."
Cassie smiled sweetly back at me. "I know, your sweet ethics are a
part of why I'm thrilled to be your boyfriend, Mickey. Promise me
though, if you did start into the ocean cruise to drown men business,
that you cut me in on that action."
"Can you show me what you think the problem is?" I asked, trying to
get things back on track.
Cassie nodded, and this time I wondered if it was my imagination that
there was a tear in her eye as she stopped pacing. She whispered.
"This will be easier if you take your top off." Then she closed her
eyes.
I nodded and took off my blouse, and unhooked my bra as fast as I was
able, and maybe a bit faster than I expected. Cassie dropped her very
long skirt to the floor, revealing her crotch in its entirety as she
was commando, not wearing any underwear.
One reason Cassie wasn't wearing underwear seemed understandably that
she had four well proportioned balls, which would definitely be a
tight fit in most men's underwear, much less anything Cassie could buy
with her company discount at Valentina's Espionage. Her flacid penis
seemed maybe a bit girthier, but other than that seemed about the same
size to me as I last remembered seeing it. I wasn't sure why Cassie
would be so freaked out if it was just a couple extra balls in her
sack. Cassie still had her eyes closed, so I hesitated to say
anything.
Cassie let out a deep sigh and opened her eyes finally, immediately
fixating on my breasts. She took a sharp intake of breath, which
turned into a bit of a moaning whisper. "Mickey, it's like looking
into the sun if the sun was made of beautiful breasts." I would have
snickered at the terrible, terrible line, if my attention was quickly
recaptured by her crotch.
She was growing erect at what seemed to be an alarming rate, and it
didn't seem to be stopping, each passing second growing larger than I
even thought possible; so much more a grower than a shower. As it grew
there were some interesting perspective shifts as my brain caught up
with what it was seeing. It suddenly seemed much girthier than I had
thought it was when flacid, perhaps far too girthy for a mortal human.
Then I noticed an interesting crack down the center, which slowly
resolved into the realization that it wasn't super girthy, because
there were actually two penises there side-by-side.
Continuing to grow they began to move in different directions. One
snaked into the valley between my breasts, though I'll admit that I
encouraged him by leaning forward, and crossed my arms around it to
catch him there. I wanted to lick him, he was so cute there. The other
seemed a practiced hand, snaking his way up under Cassie's blouse,
behind her bra and out through her cleavage as well.
Cassie finally broke eye contact with my tits to look me in the eye.
They glistened a bit, threatening that stormy tears might be on the
horizon. "See? I'm a freak. Why wouldn't I expect to get a pair of
snake-like tentacle penises from a box of penis enhancing vials
labeled 'Trouser Snake'?"
"They are so cool." I don't think she caught the honest enthusiasm in
my voice, she seems quite distraught, maybe too much expecting teasing
sarcasm, but I'm too curious not to first ask. "Do you control their
movement?"
Cassie shook her head. "No." She thought it over a bit more. "Well,
yes, maybe. You know how they say the tail wags the dog? I'm still not
sure if I'm wagging the tail or if it is wagging me, but we are
clearly both wagging." Her eye moves back down to my breasts to
illustrate the point. "We both love tits for instance."
I gently pet the penis head poking out from between my breasts. "Who's
a good little doggy tail? You are."
Cassie unconsciously shivers in pleasure from the unexpected touch,
but very self-consciously drops a couple tears into my breasts.
"Please don't tease me because I am a freak now. I can't take that
right now."
"Cassie, cutie," as say as sweetly as downright possible. I try very
hard not to sound angry with her. I'm angry that she feels this way
about herself, but sounding angry certainly won't help. I knew
immediately I overshot directly into "superpower" range by the throb
of the penis between my breasts and they way her eyes immediately
jumped to meet mine, a sparkle in them. It was too late to course
correct out of superpower mode as I was already basically singing the
rest of the sentence. "you are the cutest woman I know, with the
cutest, most flexible pair of penises a girlfriend could ask for."
Cassie was breathing extremely shallowly, and I was worried I'd
shorted her brain. I really don't know my own strength with my
superpower. Finally she seemed to catch her breath, though it still
came out as a breathy moan. "Thanks, I needed you to tell me that."
Then she collapsed into a giant hug around me, tears flowing for real,
but this time I was happy to see they didn't seem to be out of self-
disgust now. "I'm so happy you are my girlfriend." Okay, she was
definitely happy to see me, the throbbing in the penis between my
breasts definitely did seem like it wanted to wag like a dog tail if
it had more room than just the valley between my tits.
Her tears turned to laughter, and her brain seemed to have fully
caught up, and she was fully Cassie as she finally retorted. "You're
not just trying to sell me on an ocean cruise towards lovely rocks are
you?" We both laughed at that for a bit.
I supposed then that the easiest thing to do to prove my loyalty on
that point was to push the penis up further through my breasts so I
could lick it. Soon I was exploring him with more of the rest of my
mouth, rubbing some of his length with my breasts, and things
escalated quickly from there.
----
Everything else seemed to escalate pretty quickly from there, too.
Cassie and I had an amazing time as Skylark's entourage in Paris. The
three of us became very close. Cassie and I would probably have
dropped out of school just to entourage full time, if Skylark herself
hadn't been adamant we finish.
That left me back at school the next semester, rather enjoying the
fraternity's Rush that year for a couple of reasons.
It's surprisingly not that well known that the sorority girls and
girlfriends that hang out with us at Rush, in addition to also being
college students happy to have access to free food, are an "early
warning system" to weed out the more misogynist assholes. Despite a
lot of fraternity stereotypes, we don't want members that creep out
our girlfriends or our sorority friends, because we want them still to
be our friends.
Especially when coming to Rush straight from work in my usual work
clothes, I became an interesting part of this "early warning system".
First of all because I had a direct vote in the nightly Brothers-only
discussions. Secondly because it started to become a game. The guys
stopped directly introducing me to potential recruits simply because
all of us, especially me, started having way too much fun watching the
potential new recruits say dumb stuff to me, then for me to admit that
I was "Brother Micheal" in this chapter. I admit that some of the
bigger jerks I may have spun their heads a bit by layering a small bit
of my superpower on them before I introduced myself to them to tease
them just a bit towards idiot mistakes. I know I promised Cassie not
to use it for evil, but I'd like to think it was for the greater good.
For the most part Cassie generally agreed each time I did it, for she
was generally watching them all. That was the other big reason I was
really enjoying Rush that semester, because Skylark and I had talked
her into rushing the fraternity to amuse the three of us. It turned
out that Skylark, back in her previous life as "Greg" whom we learned
a lot more about in Paris, was also an alum of my fraternity, from her
alma mater's chapter in another state. We thought it would be cool for
Cassie to have a perspective on that shared background. Cassie wasn't
sure the Brothers would be up for another female-presenting member so
soon, even if they seemed to be adjusting well to Neko and me. I
eventually convinced her to have the confidence that befits someone
that is twice as masculinely endowed as the average potential recruit,
and I didn't even use my superpower to do that.
President Jeff made sure to remind me what the fraternity's policies
were on relationships between Brothers (a useful policy for decades;
we've had a diverse mix of Brothers over the years), but the guys were
already used to seeing Cassie around the House all the time as my
girlfriend anyway, and it turns out some of them were already hoping
she would rush. I quickly figured out that Cassie herself had
drunkenly bragged about how over-endowed she was to some of the guys
at a party the previous semester. Weirdly enough that left some of
them already with the opinion that she was one of the guys, and a cool
dude to hang out with. I also learned that a few of the guys had
"accidentally" found some of the racier, let's say more "European'
photos of Skylark, Cassie, and I, from our Paris trip in some fashion
tabloid or another. While I tried not imagine which sorts of computer
folders most of the guys stashed those photos in, I wasn't surprised
to hear that Cassie and I were sort of celebrities in certain small
circles already, and that rushing Cassie doubled in guys' minds the
chances the fraternity members might meet Skylark in person. Brothers
don't keep secrets from Brothers, so I wasn't surprised how quickly
both stories spread in rush meetings.
I didn't reveal that the guys were even more likely to meet Skylark
because she was an alum. While Brothers don't keep secrets from each
other, I figured that little fact would be more fun for Skylark
herself to enjoy telling the chapter the next time she showed for a
night on the town with Cassie and I. (Which did happen at the end of
Rush, and was indeed so much fun to watch as Skylark blew some minds
with some old fraternity stories.)
----
*Epilogue*
A few years later, Cassie and I were invited to a very secretive
Valentina's Espionage meeting. I've always enjoyed the spy games, but
this was a surprising new level of them, because we were given
instructions to register for a business conference, at VE expense, for
a real estate industry convention at a boring hotel conference center,
pretend we were normal low-level employees of one of largest real
estate companies involved, and keep an eye out for Thursday breakout
session "R215: Property Values in a Moderately Tax Incentive Financed
Zone During a Mild Recession".
That session was announced as canceled in the opening keynote of the
business conference, which we were also told to attend, though that
mostly because of an open bar. Open bars are a great way to establish
a cover, of course, if your cover was indeed something resembling the
usual corporate drone use of an industry conference to schmooze at
open bars, and then make out with a coworker in a hotel room in a city
that isn't home, which very much resembled exactly what Cassie and I
were doing at this conference.
There was a hotel security guard still scanning badges at the
"canceled" session. We saw the guard remind several people that the
session was canceled, and then explain that an invite only make up
real estate exam was using the session room to a few other inquisitive
folks as we patiently waited to be scanned into the room.
Once inside, Cassie and I both immediately recognized the chair of the
modified session, our former supervisor Tomkat Thompson.
As soon as everyone was seeated, Tomkat was just as brisk as I
sometimes remembered him to be back in the day. "Thank you all for
coming. You all are hear because you have both sales experience, and
some sort of direct experience with sales and/or applications of
AdvExGen products. This will be a highly classified briefing from
Flank Intelligence. If there are any concerns at all, about AdvExGen,
about operations that Valentina's Espionage will disavow, I suggest
you leave the room immediately, and go enjoy the remaining open bar
activities of this conference."
A lot of eyes starting moving to catch each other to share some
startle, and a couple of people did walk out. Flank Intelligence is a
ghost story, the corporate espionage division, accused of stealing
secrets from VE's rivals, and even some of VE's suppliers to keep them
controlled. The mention of AdvExGen products seemed to prove the
involvement of Flank Intelligence, and definitely piqued the
attentions of Cassie and me, among other folks in the room.
Tomkat went straight into dull PowerPoint mode once he was sure the
hesitant were clear, past the security guard. Despite Tomkat's
presentation tone, and the usual eye glazing power of slideshow full
of bullet points, the presentation was anything but dull. It started
by detailing Flank Intelligence's role in the AdvExGen sale to begin
with. (Largely the same story from the Operating Procedure during the
sale.) Then it laid out how Flank Intelligence had helped to
reassemble some of the pieces of AdvExGen during its bankruptcy. (Some
fascinating bullet points on the usefulness of the Operating
Procedure's stockpiling initiative, in preserving some key research
goals.) Then how Flank Intelligence helped further new research
avenues, including the secondment of one of VE's most prized warhawks
with a background in said research. ("So that's what's been keeping
our girlfriend so busy," Cassie whispered to me, realizing exactly
which one that had to be before I did.) While Cassie and I were
enraptured with the mixture of information we already knew, and weird
useless trivia about stuff we suspected but didn't realize, a few
people left in the middle of the presentation and didn't bother
returning. One person fell asleep and was booted out.
Tomkat came to a timeline slide resummarizing much of the previous
infodump. "That brings us to today. Flank Intelligence's zombie
reanimation of the failed AdvExGen is largely complete and has a
number of products ready to market. All of these products are illegal
in most countries, due to a few rarer side effects, and attempt to
crackdown on a black market full of dubious knockoffs with even worse
side effects. Flank Intelligence believes that everyone in this room
is qualified to be a strong sales person in the AdvExGen 2.0 'gray
market'. The obvious downside is that this is an illegal operation
with serious risks if discovered. The potential upside is a fantastic
commission opportunity. I know some of you are already well aware at
some of the black market prices for unreliable duplicates, we expect
good sales of legitimately developed products. Flank Intelligence
assumes that if you made it all the way through the briefing I just
gave, there is a high probability that I should welcome all of you as
founding members of the gray market."