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TUESDAY I woke up but Alastair wasn't in the bed next to me. I sat up, not at all in any pain, despite what I suspect was more than enough alcohol to sport a hangover. I realized I was naked, and looked around but didn't see any of my clothes from the night before. There was a light blue silk robe lying neatly at the foot of the bed so I got up and put it on. I went into the bathroom and relieved myself. After I washed my hands, I spotted a small hotel vanity kit with an extra toothbrush. I brushed and then went out to the living room. Alastair was sitting on the couch talking on his phone. In front of him on the large coffee table was a light breakfast laid out: Coffee, juice, fruit, yogurt and some bacon. He bid the caller goodbye and stood up as I walked in. "No carbs I see. No wonder you keep that killer body," I said, not really sure how to have a morning after conversation with another man. "Good morning beautiful," he said as I came around the couch. He stood up and took me into his arms kissing me lightly. I felt smaller in his arms with only the thin silk robe on but weirdly I also felt safe in his embrace. It was a nice feeling I had to admit. I see why girls talk about that. "Last night was one of the craziest, most amazing nights I've ever had. Thank you Alastair," I said, taking in his wonderful blue-green eyes. What was it with those things? "I agree, and thank you too." He kissed me again lightly. "I like that you're an early riser James. Please sit, get whatever you like there's more than enough I think." I thanked him and commented on the morning view of Manhattan was. We chatted pleasantly until I had finished my breakfast of fruit and bacon. "So, what is your plan for today?" he asked, putting down his coffee cup. "Well, I have meetings to discuss my designs starting at 9. Thanks to you, they pretty much go until 5PM. How about you?" "Basically the same," Alastair said. "Why don't you meet me here at 5. We'll be wrapping up our meeting, perhaps I can introduce you to some more people." "I'd like that. And thank you, again, for... you know, hanging out with me last night." Why did I sound so sheepish? "Of course you're welcome. How do you feel today, now that you've been on the, ah, other side of the plate?" he said with a wink. I smiled. "I've never wanted to be with a man before but I just was, am," I corrected myself, "really attracted to you. It just felt right for some reason." I started to blush again. "I don't know what I'm saying, I'm sorry, I must sound stupid," I said feeling a little embarrassed. "Not at all. I know exactly how you feel. You are a very attractive person and I really couldn't keep my hands off you. Besides, you're a good person and I like that about you. So, will you let me have dinner with you again tonight?" he asked. "Yeah, of course!" I said, a little too enthusiastically. "Like you said, I'll meet you here at 5." "Excellent." He leaned over and kissed my head. "Why don't we shower and get on with things," he said, again with a wink. "We have loads of time," I said, looking at the clock below the TV. "Yes, but I like to take long showers," he said putting his hand on my thigh and then slowly moving it toward my crotch. "Oh, I see. Well then we'd better get going then," I said as the telltale feeling of arousal stirred in my groin. To say the shower was hot would be inaccurate. To begin with, the shower was massive and could probably fit ten people. It seemed more like a car wash then a hotel shower. Steam quickly filled the space and I couldn't believe I was standing naked in a shower with this man, lathering him up with licentious thoughts on my mind. After some time kissing and what seemed like sword fighting with our two erect cocks I took control. "Do you want to come in my hand or in my mouth." "In your mouth, my dear," came his reply. For some reason, it was a turn on to hear him call me "dear". "God I hoped you'd say that," and I meant it. I'm not sure why, but I had been thinking about taking his wonderful cock in my mouth since I had woken up. Frankly, I can't figure it out, but it was now a huge turn on to me to think about giving this man head. I loved that I could make him orgasm for me and that I could swallow him down. Jesus what had happened to me? Was I really gay now? When had that happened? Alastair is nothing if not a thoughtful lover and he repaid my kindness to him in spades. I came so hard I actually yelled out, something I've never done before. When he got to his feet he was smiling a big smile and he kissed me fully and deeply as the last vestiges of my orgasm faded away. It was one of the most perfect moments I've ever had. "Now," he said, inspecting me head to foot, "I want to use this lotion on you. I think you'll find it invigorating." With that, he turned off several of the water jets and pulled me to the side out of the overhead shower spray. He then had me hold out my hands. He poured the lotion on them and had me slather it all over my body, especially under my arms, and in my groin. He told me I didn't need to rub it into my skin, just to let it sit there. He took a small amount and applied it to my face but only from my eyes down. He dabbed some just inside my ears and then helped me get my back and made sure I rubbed it thoroughly around and in my buttocks. In no time I was covered from head to toe in pink lotion. We then stood there for some time and I could feel tingling all over my body. "Is this for my skin?" I asked. "Something like that," he replied. "It will make your skin feel wonderful, that's for sure." After a few more moments he turned all the water jets back on and had me rinse it all off, making sure none remained. Almost immediately I could feel there was something different about my skin. That was probably because as the water rinsed off the lotion, my body hair came with it, until there was literally none left on my body. "Holy shit, Alastair, was that a depilatory lotion?" I said, watching my body hair circle the drain. "It is, yes. Its amazing stuff. I first discovered it at one of our runway shows. All the stylists swear by it. Works like magic with no irritation and you can use it in the shower. What you think. Wild feeling isn't it?" He was of course correct. I was now hairless for the first time since I was born and it felt odd. In the streams of water, I felt smooth and my skin was sensitive. I examined my crotch and it was bizarre not seeing hair there for the first time in a decade. I sort of expected for it to hurt or get some sort of burning sensation but it never came. If I wasn't so amazed and if the feeling of running water going down my hairless body didn't feel so good, I probably would have screamed bloody murder. As it was, I was about to protest when I realized that it probably wasn't that big a deal anyway. My armpit hair and pubes would grow back. It wasn't beach season so no one I knew would see my depilated legs or chest. "You sneaky fucker Alastair," I said and then pinned him to the shower glass, kissing him and rubbing my smooth body all over him. We finally got out, toweled off and started grooming. Alastair gave me some body lotion to make sure my skin would stay smooth and soft. He said given how long a shower we took and that I'd used the lotion, it was possible my skin would dry out. As a precaution, I made sure to rub it in everywhere I could. Everything seemed more sensitive and I was surprised at how good the body lotion felt on my nipples. Once done, I looked at the only hair left save my eyebrows hair. I've always had a full head of hair but this morning it was thicker and fuller then I remembered it. It was even a bit longer it seemed. Alastair seemed to notice my concern and offered to help. He styled my hair so that most of it fell back across my head and the rest slicked back on the sides. It wasn't how I normally wore it but it looked pretty good. He had me use some styling products to keep it in place. As I putting the finishing touches on he left the bathroom and after a bit came back in wearing boxers. "Ready for your big day?" he asked. "Yup, just need to get dressed and I'll be out of your way," I said "Then in that case, I've got some things I want you to wear for me today." "Oh?" "Follow me." I followed him back into the bedroom and on the bed was a box similar to a one you'd find at a high-end department store, long and rectangular. I opened it there on the bed, pulling aside the tissue paper. Inside was a piece of women's lingerie, black, a matching pair of black satin panties and a pair of stockings. I was confused. "I don't understand?" I said. "What is this for?" "I want you to wear this under your clothes for me today," Alastair said matter-of-factly. "It will give you something to think about until 5PM." I picked the item up and saw that it was a sort of body suit, more of a corset style open at the bottom but stretchy, covering chest down to navel. There were four garter straps hanging down and two beautiful satin shoulder straps. Alastair took the garment from me, deftly rolled it up and commanded me to raise my arms. I did, more out of curiosity then anything, and he brought it back down around me until the garter straps hung free from my waist. The stretchy material clung to my thin torso and the soft bralette top covered my small nipples as they rose into the satin straps that raced over my shoulders and back down my back. "Now, you're in fashion so you know this, but as a reminder, the straps go under your panties or you'll have a hell of a time going to the loo." He plucked the panties from the box, knelt and pulled the satin panties wide to allow my feet into the leg holes. I stepped into them and he slowly, teasingly pulled them up my legs and over my hairless groin. I have to say it was thrilling the feel of the material against my skin. Next, I sat again and he slowly rolled the black silk stocking up my leg. It was like the silk sucked the heat from my leg, cooling them. They felt otherworldly smooth on my legs. Alastair told me to stand and soon he was sliding the straps under my panties and attaching them to the stockings at my thighs. I turned and he got the two straps at the back. I walked around to the mirror and looked. It was bizarre to see the reflection staring back at me but also incredibly arousing. I really hadn't thought about how my thin, lithe body would look in tight fitting lingerie but it sort of worked, save the lack of an hourglass shape or tits. "You are a kinky little fucker aren't you, baby." I said, not really sure where the "baby" part game from. "I think you will find it quite the turn on today," he said wrapping his arms around me and giving my nipple a pinch. There was a small jolt of electricity as if my nipples were suddenly much more sensitive. I turned and kissed him again, surprised at how passionately I put my tongue into his mouth. "I guess it is a turn on, wow," I said, wondering if I should throw him on the bed again. Before I got that far he broke away. "Ok, you're clothes are in the closet hanging. Take as much time as you want, but I have to get going to my first meeting. Soon, I was in my clothes from last night heading down several floors to my room. I changed, careful not to unsnap the garters and got out my fresh outfit. I decided to not wear any of my own underwear over top, but made sure to tuck in my shirt well and tighten my belt should anyone see my hidden outfit. Just before I left to go downstairs to my meetings, Alastair texted me asking what all my measurements were. I guess I had given him my contact info at the reception last night. I sent him everything he asked for and didn't really think much of it. Maybe he'd let me borrow one of his cool suits I thought. His were definitely better than mine, but then I remembered we weren't the same size anyway. The day went by in a rush and for the most part, I didn't have much awareness of my undergarments. My meetings were important and I was focused. Only in between, when I was walking or when I stopped at the "loo" did I feel the sensuousness of the lingerie holding me. I felt scandalous and reckless, very daring, and worried my secret would be revealed as I wandered from meeting to meeting. The reality was this was the fashion world and I could have worn a thong to my meetings and no one would probably care. Out on the street, yes, in here, no, and that little thought kept me from panicking and running back up to my room. In at least three of my meetings, the person I was meeting with said that Alastair had texted them and told them how excited he was for them to meet me. Considering he had seen only one outfit I'd designed (and picked that one apart I might add), I thought that was overly generous of him. Thankfully, I had the goods to back him up and all the meetings went well. It was only the first day and although not all the meetings were a success, I already had several investors saying they would consider backing me if Alastair was involved! One world famous designer said she would take me on immediately but doubted that Alastair would let her. "Talk to him darling and get back to me. I can have you in Paris in two weeks!" she said. By late afternoon I was on cloud nine. This had really already gone much better than I could have possibly imagined and it was only day one! I gathered my things up from the meeting table and noticed my look book seemed a touch bigger in my hand then before. It felt a bit heavier too. I looked at my right hand and then my left. Were they smaller? My fingers seemed thinner and longer somehow. I then noticed that my watch seemed like it was a notch or two too loose. Very strange indeed. I finished packing up and headed up to my room to drop off my things and maybe change for dinner. I wanted to hurry because I couldn't wait to see Alastair again. Not only did I want to tell him about my amazing day, but I couldn't stop thinking about getting his cock into my mouth again. Try as I might, I couldn't get that thought out of my head all day. As I left the show space, I could feel my feet sliding around in my shoes. With every step, my foot would slide to the front of my shoe and then as I picked my foot up, the shoe would slide back down. It didn't quite feel like clown shoes but they definitely didn't fit. I stopped and examined myself. Everything else seemed fine except at closer inspection, my pants were riding low as though my belt were loose by a notch. Something was definitely different. I hurried to the elevators and punched the "up" button. Soon the elevator came and for once I was thankful to be on a low floor so I didn't have to wait for everyone else to get off. I hurried down the hall to my room, pulled out my key and swiped the reader. Nothing happened. I tried again and was greeted with a red light. "Come on man," I thought. What the fuck! Three more unsuccessful tries and I decided I must have demagnetized it somehow. I retraced my steps back down to the lobby and soon was standing in front of the front desk receptionist. "How can I help you sir?" she said sweetly. "ah, I think my room key got demagnetized. Can I get another?" "Sure, I'll just need to see some identification. What is your room number?" she said, typing away on her computer. "Room 219" I said, handing her my ID. "Mr. Dowling..." she said handing me back the ID. "Let's see...," she typed a few things in and then had a puzzled look on her face. "Mr. Dowling, we did have you with us last night I see, but it looks as though you've checked out. You balance has been paid." "Oh, that must be a mistake, I'm here with SNY through Friday." I said, a little concerned. "Can I recheck in?" "Hmm, I'm afraid we are sold out for the next three nights, sir. Your room was given to another guest," she said still studying her screen. "But..." I said confusion taking hold. "So where are my things then?" suddenly aware that my clothes were now missing as well. "There is a note that your things were delivered to Suite 1700," she said. "Ah..." I said, now understanding. Well that was pretty presumptuous of Alastair. Pretty suave also I had to admit. "Thank you, that makes sense now." "You have been added to the room list for the suite, shall I make you a room key?" she asked, relieved that she wasn't going to be dealing with an irate fashionista. "That would be perfect, thank you," I replied. Soon I was on the elevator up to the 17th floor. I walked awkwardly in my shoes the length of the hall to Alastair's, or I guess I should say "our" suite and swiped my card. I could hear voices immediately and saw that Alastair and half a dozen other folks were standing around his garment racks talking. It sounded like they were just finishing up. "James!" Alastair said, when he saw me come in. "Just in time. Come let me introduce you." I recognized the CEO of one of the most important European retailers and his chief merchandising officer. I was introduced to both and their other team members. "James is an up and comer and I hear he's already made quite an impression today in his meetings. Perhaps we'll have to come visit you in Paris soon, show you his line?" "I would like that Alastair. Anyone you recommend is welcome," the CEO said with a hint of a French accent. "Excellent! Let me walk you out," he said ushering them toward the door. He winked at me as they walked by. Holy shit, I thought! Did he just get me a meeting with the buying team of the most prestigious retailer in Europe?? Alastair finished with the pleasantries and closed the door behind them. He came back to me and gave me a big hug and then a deep kiss before pulling back and grabbing me by the shoulders. I was stunned, both in shock and very turned on. I sort of wanted to maul him right there. "James, it's been a wonderful day for us both!" he said. "And there is more yet to come!" he exclaimed and then walked over to the bar. "This calls for a drink! Ladies," he called out toward the bedroom, "Do you want a drink?" Soon two tall brunettes in fashionable clothes came out. One was holding a binder and a clipboard and the other had a portfolio bag in one hand while she spoke into the phone. "Ali, this is James," Alastair said without turning away from the bar. "Lovely to meet you James," said Ali pushing up her glasses before shifting her binder and clipboard to her left hand and extending her right to shake. She had her hair pulled back in a smart ponytail, but her glasses made her look a bit the dork. She was tall and lean and very cute in a sort of geeky way that I suspected belied the true beauty she was. The other woman, Jena, nodded and smiled but said nothing, smartphone up to her ear. She too was tall and lean and wore her jet black hair up loose bun that was held in place by a large hair clip. I wondered if they had both been models. "These two run my life James. I am nothing with out them. Our stylist Giancarlo was here also, not sure where he's popped off to, but I'll introduce him to you as well. He's going to help us get ready for our dinner." With that he wheeled around with a small tray and three orange drinks and a half glass of white wine. Jena finished her call and tucked her iPhone into her back pocket just in time to grab the orange concoction. Ali took the white wine and the two ladies each clinked glasses then extend the gesture to me. Soon all four of us had said "cheers" and downed our drinks. It tasted mildly better than it had last night. Not as sour, I thought, perhaps a bit smoother too? It was actually pretty good. We chatted a bit with the ladies and I learned that Ali, short for Alison, was his personal assistant and Jena led his creative team. "We looked at your outfit, James," said Jena pointing to the garment racks against the window. There, at the end I could see the seven outfits I had brought hanging at the end. "Alastair is right, I like them, if the rest of your designs are as good, you'll have a nice line to put out next fall." "Oh," I said, a bit surprised "thank you. I really appreciate it. It's nowhere near what you guys do but, thank you." Alastair stood there smiling. "Ok, ladies, you can head out. Jena, enjoy your dinner with the Germans. Ali, text Giancarlo and tell him we'll see him here at 6:45 to get ready. I'll see you tomorrow at 9 back here." He gave them both a hug and two kisses and they both headed for the door. "They're great," I said. "I like your team." "They are awesome," he said closing the distance between us. "I don't know what I'd do without them." He studied my face for a moment then ran his hand through my hair above my ear and kissed me, first gently then more deeply, holding my head as he did. I broke his lip-lock before I got too hot. "Mmm," I said. "I need to use the loo, real quick. Someone changed my room without telling me," I said with mock annoyance. "Ah yes, I meant to tell you," he started before I put my finger on his lips. "It was very generous of you and not at all forward or presumptuous," I said, giving him a little grief. "I'll be right back." I went through the bedroom, stopping to empty my pockets on the bed and then passed through into the massive bathroom. I didn't really need to use the restroom, I just wanted to get out of my clothes so I could see the lingerie. My shoes almost fell off me, but I untied them anyway. I pulled off my belt and let the trousers fall to the floor before quickly unbuttoning my shirt and throwing it to the floor. It felt even better with my clothes off and the site of me in the mirror excited me. When had I ever been this into lingerie, especially on me? The marble floor was cold to my feet and my hairless body held no heat making me that much more aware of the garments clinging to me. I looked and felt amazing. I examined my hair again as it felt different when Alastair had run his hand through it. Indeed it was longer. It was still mostly styled as it had been this morning but the hair was perhaps halfway down my neck! Seriously, what the fuck was going on? I was about to leave when I saw a tube of lip gloss on the counter. There were many more items on the bathroom counter than this morning as I guess they had used the room all day to show off the new line. Probably there were models here using this as a staging area. I picked up the tube, pulled out the wand and applied the pink pigment to my lips liberally. It wasn't a deep shade but it did make my lips look shiny. Besides, it wouldn't last long. Just long enough to leave it on the base of his cock I thought. I turned around and headed back to the living room determinedly. By golly after I made him cum there'd be some things he needed to explain. I stopped at the doorway and leaned against the doorframe, posing so he could see me. He was at the window next to the garment racks and saw my reflection. He turned around and saw me in the lingerie he had gotten me. "Wow," he said catching on to my ruse. "that was some bathroom break." I walked across the room and took his right hand. I pulled him over to the couch and before he sat down, ran my hand across his crotch. "I've been thinking about you all day, baby," I said. There was that "baby" again. Hmm? "It's been such a good day, I tried to think of how I could make it good for you too." I said, looking up into his eyes as I unzipped his pants. I moved to his belt and as I undid it, I asked him "do you have any good ideas? Anything I might be able to do to let you have as good a day as I'm having?" I asked, letting his pants fall down his legs. He didn't say anything but had a playful smile as if wanted to see where I'd take this. "Well, if you don't have any ideas, I think I might have one." I pulled down his boxers, exposing his growing manhood then I pushed him back, just enough to make him take a seat on the couch. I knelt down between his legs and rubbed his prick hard. His blue-green eyes watched me, giving his approval and soon I had him in my mouth. Ah this glorious cock. My mouth had been watering waiting for this and I slobbered down his shaft. God, all day I had wanted this in my mouth. It was the strangest feeling and yet it just felt so good. I could smell his musk and taste the salt of his flesh. I sucked and licked his balls and then focused my attention on his shaft. After a few minutes I could tell he was close. "Oh cum for me baby, I've wanted to taste you all day," I begged. This was now the forth time I'd had him in my mouth in the last 24 hours and if there was any vestiges of concern left in me it made no appearance. I was focused and intent. He didn't disappoint and shot a massive load into my mouth, which I eagerly swallowed. When he had finished, I used my tongue to clean him up. I grabbed a tissue from the coffee table and folded it around his still hard dick to catch any last residue. As he sat there, head back enjoying the last of his fading orgasm I leaned back on my heels. My body was tingling a little and I felt the lingerie against my skin. I put my head back and ran my hands up and down my body and through my hair. As my fingers pushed through my hair I found that it now ran a good long way down my neck and seemed to be full and long on the sides. Weird, I thought. I continued running my hands over my now smooth body and found my chest through the silky fabric. God it felt amazing, like nothing I'd ever felt before. I paused there. If possible, my nipples were even more sensitive then before and they felt almost electric to my touch. I looked down at them. I had always had a very flat chest but now there seemed to be flesh underneath my nipples making them protrude out. The areola seemed to cover slightly more area than before and the nipples were definitely bigger then they had ever been. I looked at my hands and arms again. They were smaller, thinner then they were. I was never one to pump iron but I had definition. That was all but gone. Alastair was looking at me. His blue-green eyes watching me examine myself. I locked eyes on him and studied him back. His rugged face, his thick hair, all of it made him so handsome. I leaned forward and rested my arms on his knees looking up at him. I broke into a smile, happy to be here with him. "You really are beautiful," he said. "Thank you." "That was, amazing. And unexpected." "I really am gay, I guess, because that was all I thought about all today" I said, not really sure where that came from. "You're a sexual creature is all. You are allowed to be with and fuck whomever you want. I'm just happy you're here with me," he said, stroking my hair over my ears. "Now, you'll be wondering about a few things, I'm sure. Giancarlo will be here in a while to help. We'll get this gorgeous hair managed and, if you don't mind, I've got some clothes I thought you could wear from my own line. Would that be ok?" I climbed up and sat down over top of him, butt on the couch cushion, legs across his lap. I took his head into my hands. "That would be amazing, thank you." I kissed him passionately, opening my mouth fully and letting our tongues explore each other. He leaned over pining me to the cushions, is weight partially on me, and continued kissing me. I felt his hand slip into my panties, pulling the front down releasing my hairless family jewels. He began rubbing me off, kissing me as he did. He worked his magic for a few more moments before a broke off and moaned, "I'm going to cum." He deftly slid down the couch and took my whole member in his mouth as I came. It was such a release and felt so wonderful after a day of pent up sexual energy. Soon we were both sitting up putting adjusting our clothes. How about a glass of wine," he suggested? "Sounds perfect," I replied. "So all my stuff is here?" I asked. "Yes, I hung your designs out here in case I got a chance to show them off," he said, pulling out a bottle of white from the fridge. "The rest of your things are in the bedroom drawers and closet. As I say, though, I'd love for you to wear my designs while you're here. That's why I asked for your measurements. I had the ladies bring over a bunch of stuff." I heard the cork pop. "Would you be alright if I looked at the collection?" I asked standing and walking toward the garment racks. He finished pouring the glasses and brought mine to me. "Of course. Please be my guest! Salut!" he said and raised his glass to mine. "I can't wait to tell you about my meetings Alastair," I said after the first sip had run down my throat. "I've been waiting!" he exclaimed. Just then, his phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket and examined the number. "Argh! I need to take this, my dear, I'll be right back." He walked into the bedroom leaving the door open. He called me "dear"! It was so cute! Get a hold of yourself Jim, for Christ sake! What is wrong with you today, I scolded myself. I crossed my arms and took another sip of the white. It was a nice dry sauvignon blanc. I looked over at the garment racks and decided to go take a look. I put my wine down on the window sill and began to slide the hangers around. The first rack was more casual dresses and two piece outfits. I paused at most of them taking in the detail of design and craftsmanship. He was right, mine was crap compared to this. I pulled out a blouse and put it up to my chest admiring the details of the piece. At the far end of the racks was a mirror that had been pushed back out of the way. From where I was standing, it was facing me, so I examined what the blouse looked like against me. Not really my style, I thought. Alastair was still talking away, pacing in the bedroom so I kept working my way down the racks, seeing if I could determine what my style might be if I were to wear these clothes. I found a preferred more feminine than not, which made sense, as that was my design aesthetic as well. The next rack was evening wear and gowns. This is what he was known for and what had catapulted him to the top of the industry. There were three full racks and I was careful as I inspected each creation. God forbid I snag a delicate piece and ruin it. There were several satin gowns I adored and I playfully put each one up to me to see how it looked. The fabrics were gorgeous and felt so sensual against my skin. After a while, I glanced over to see where Alastair might be. He had finished his call and was watching me preen in front of the mirror. "Oh, my god, how long have you been there?" I half yelled at him, redness taking over my face as embarrassment washed over me. I quickly, carefully hung the dress back on the rack as he walked over to me. "Long enough," he said, calmly, even confidently. I suddenly didn't know what to do with my hands, standing there in a stretchy corset, panties and stockings. I felt very awkward all of a sudden. Alastair came around to where I was standing. "I think..." he said, searching for something down the line. "Ah, yes. I think this one will do nicely." He pulled out a full-length dark blue satin dress with exquisite lace details and a deep V neckline. It has a full satin and organza skirt that flared out thanks to the copious amounts of fabric used in the design. "Here, try this." He said holding it up. I took it from him and held it up to me looking at the mirror. "No, no." he said, taking the dress back from me. "Try this on. It should fit." "Oh...I mean...I don't know," I stammered. "Just try it on, trust me!" He came out from behind the garment racks to the center of the room and motioned for me to follow. He took off the hanger and unzipped the back then gently lay it down low so that I could step into it. I didn't really hesitate. Using him for balance I stepped into the dress and before I new it he had it up around my shoulders and was zipping me in. He quickly went over to the mirror and pulled it out while I got a sense of the material now incasing me. I confess, it was not the first time I had been in a dress or even in one in front of people, it just sort of came with the territory in my profession. In that way, it didn't feel like all that big a deal. But knowing that this was the designer, who I was now in some sort of relationship with, and that he had asked me to put it on...well that did change the dynamic some. Before I even looked into the mirror I knew it was a perfect fit because it felt amazing against me. Most of his models wouldn't have much of a bust and my torso had always been a little shorter then most. As such, the bodice fit beautifully for a first try, tapering out at my waist into the skirt. The hemline was exactly at the floor suggesting I was the same length as the model he was using on Friday. "Wow," we both said together. We looked at each other, and giggled. "Holy shit Alastair, its beautiful!" I said, turning around in front of the mirror. "This is why you are Alastair Giles, world renown fashion designer. It is absolutely fabulous!" I said, gushing a bit as I turned side to side looking at myself from every angle. "I knew you'd look incredible in this dress. I was right!" he said, coming over and pulling at various points, getting the fit just right. "Angelica, the model, has a boyish body, similar to you in height and build. I get why your friend Christie from RISD called you in a pinch. I'll keep you on speed dial in case Angelic goes down on Friday." "Ha! Can you imagine? What a nightmare that would be for you. I'm no Andrej Pejic." I said, now running my hands down the bodice. Alastair pulled me into his arms. "Not yet, anyway," he said, kissing me. He embraced me fully and slowly dipped me backward so that he was supporting my full weight. He looked at me and kissed me again before pulling me back up to my feet. It was thrilling being in his arms, him supporting me. I liked how it made me feel, helpless but protected. "I liked your lip color by the way. It suited you. Now, we should think about getting ready as Giancarlo will be here soon," he said, looking at his watch. As if on cue, Giancarlo walked in the front door. A moment of panic hit me, standing there in a women's gown in the middle of the suite but there was really nowhere for me to go so I stood up straight. He walked straight up to me. "What, is Angelica sick? You must tell me, we have so many things to do if she," he looked at me again, "he, is going to walk on Friday!" "Giancarlo, please meet James Dowling, fellow designer," Alastair said, giving me a wink. "Ah..." he said, taking my hand and kissing it as he might a woman's. I blushed a bit. I was doing that a lot. "Bellissima, you are gorgeous. I see why Signore put you in this dress," he said examining me up and down He turned to Alastair "You want he should were this tonight?" "No, no Giancarlo, stick with your original idea." He turned to me. "Giancarlo is going to style you tonight, if that's ok. I think it will be brilliant. What do you say?" What was I going to say to the world renown fashion designer? no? "Of course, that would be great," I said cheerfully. Besides, I'd never been styled before, well not be someone of this caliber and with access to this kind of fashion. "Excellent." I walked back around to get my wine, but really just to feel the dress move around me. It really was sumptuous I thought. God, I was a gay crossdresser wasn't I. Or would it be transvestite? Non-gender conforming? Whatever it was, it was taking hold fast. "I love this dress, Alastair. It feels amazing and I'm sure the press will love it," I said walking back to him and turning around. He carefully unzipped it and I stepped back out, forgetting I was in the lingerie. Giancarlo got an eye full of that as well. "I'll just go change," I said, again flushing red with embarrassment. Fuck it, just drink the wine, I thought and took a gulp as I walked into the bedroom. "Just put on the robe, Giancarlo will pick out the rest," Alastair yelled back to me. Indeed, the blue silk robe was again laid on the bed. I unclipped the garters, the back ones were a little tougher, and rolled down the stockings. My legs were smooth like glass and felt awesome to my touch. I figured the lotion would have left blemishes of some sort as the hair follicles were chemically disrupted, but to my surprise, my legs were free of any spots or discolorations. They looked like long, lean women's legs. I pulled the top off me, again noting my sensitive nipples and opened the drawer looking for my underwear. What I found we perhaps ten pairs of panties in different colors, cuts and fabrics. Next to them were an array of matching bras, mostly brallettes and an assortment of negligees in the very back, were my boxers. I closed the drawer again, leaving on the panties I had and just put on the robe. I tied it, picked up my wine glass and downed the rest as I walked back into the living room. Once in the room, I held out my glass to my lover. He smiled and winked then went to the bar while Giancarlo walked into the bedroom. Giancarlo returned with a couple of large garment bags from the bedroom closet. He brought them in to the living room and put them on one of the half full racks. Alastair returned to me with a full glass of wine for both of us. "So, what do you have for me Giancarlo?" Before he could answer, Alastair leaned in behind me. "I'm going to get ready as well, you're in great hands with Ginacarlo." He kissed my cheek and retreated to the bedroom closing the door behind him. "Bene, Ok!" he said, unzipping the bags. "For tonight, you will be out with the maestro so we need to make sure you look the part. Plus, you have your own image we should think through. Your style is more conservative then I'm going to make you tonight, so be prepared. That said, as I look at your designs and clothes, I think we can expand you and your image. Bene? You'll let me try?" he asked. "Bene! Let's see what you've got!" I said taking another sip of wine before putting it down. He went through several outfits, but finally we settled on an all black look with multiple textures and fabrics. The shirt was a button down black silk shirt, which was one of Alastair's but cut for a woman. That is to say, the buttons buttoned the opposite way to men's shirts. The fit was perfect though so I didn't care which way it buttoned. We were torn between two pairs of black slacks but the one that looked best was again a ladies pair, black velvet with a flat front, zipping on the side. The legs tapered slightly down to my ankles and had subtle black satin strip down the outside, similar to tuxedo pants. Next he brought out patent leather slippers with a satin bow and a short pair of calf high silk stockings to wear. "This will be good for inside but it is cold tonight. I have a perfect jacket for you." Out of the last garment bag he pulled a giant black fury beast of a coat. It look like he had taken an overgrown lama, died it black and made it a coat. Better yet, it was hide of a black yeti. The material was thick and soft and massive. I tried it on and loved it. It was so warm and soft and it was the perfect black for the outfit. "Giancarlo, you've outdone yourself with this coat!" I exclaimed. "I love it!" "Bene! It is bellissima, it is beautiful!" he said animatedly. I decided I liked this cat, Giancarlo. By now the wine was hitting me and I was having fun. He said now that he knew what I was wearing it was time to style and accessorize. He brushed my hair back and down my neck. It was thick and straight and somehow looked nothing like it had the day before. He put a thin silver headband over my forehead then gentle pushed it back so that my hair stayed in place. The ends slid down behind my ears. We looked in the mirror. It was decidedly feminine, but somehow it worked with the outfit. I was trying to make a statement and gender bending is a tried-and-true manner in which to do it. Last, he wanted to give me some eye make-up. I sat on the coffee table in front of him and he went to work. He put inky black shadow on my eyelids and matching black eyeliner above and below, then put on black mascara. He subtly shaped my brows, plucking what he had to but not going crazy. I put the big jacket on again and we looked in the mirror. "Amazing," came Alastair's voice from the bedroom doorway. "Not too much you think?" I said, scanning my reflection and reminding myself just yesterday I would have been flipping out. "Not at all actually. Giancarlo and I discussed this look today and we both thought it might be a winner," he said coming up behind me to look in the mirror. I could smell that wonderful cologne again and felt a giddiness come over me. This was powerful stuff I thought. I want to jump on him and do terrible, awful wonderful things to him. He had me take off the big jacket and again, pulled at a few areas of my outfit as all designer do, getting the fit just right "You're going to make the papers with this look. This will be the start of your brand. The question is, are you going to be ok with this as part of who you are going forward? Once people see you like this, it can't be unseen." "Well," I paused and thought about it. "I guess if I didn't look so goddamn good I'd be concerned about it! But this is the kind of aesthetic I should have been working on. Thank goodness Giancarlo was here to help me," I said, reaching my hand over and taking his hand. "Thank you, signore! Grazie!" "Prego. Sei fantastic! You look amazing my friend. Ah, but there is one more item!" He hurried into the bedroom and returned within moments carrying a gold watch. It was small, not quite a woman's size but fit my thinner wrist perfectly. "Perfecto! Tomorrow, we talk about doing your nails." --- I could tell eyes were on me as we walked out of the lobby to where Ali had told us the car was waiting. I'm not sure why but I grabbed Alastair's arm and leaned to him. "Oh my god, oh my god," I said under my breath. "Relax, darling. They're looking at me not at you," he said reassuringly. "Really?" I asked, a bit naively. "No. Not really," he said. We were well across the lobby by now though so it was easier to just keep going. Besides, I was beginning to sweat with nerves and the cold air was what I needed. We made it to the door and the cold night air refreshed me. My jacket was open and the wind swept right through the opening. The silk shirt and my hairless chest was no match and I got goose pumps. It felt good though. I let the breeze circulate around my body a bit more then put my hands in my pockets and pushed the front closed. The Mercedes black car pulled around and the doorman opened the door. I was all set to walk around when Alastair insisted I get in. The door was being held for me. The trip wasn't that long but required us to go back across the bridge into Manhattan. Once there, it was a short trip to the restaurant. As we pulled up, paparazzi were already out front. "Inside your left coat pocket is a pair of sun glasses. Your call, if you want to put them on or not. I'll slide out your side when the driver opens the door so just wait while I get out." He'd obviously done this before. As we pulled up about a dozen bodies started jockeying for position to see who would get out of the car. Our driver jumped out and hurried around to my door while I fumbled to get my glasses on. The door opened and even through the shades all I could see was flashes. On one hand, they may have saved my eyesight. On the other, I still couldn't see a damn thing. I managed to get out and up to the curb. I pulled my jacket in tight so my face almost disappeared in the thick furry fabric. I heard the voices, but it took me a bit to understand they were yelling at me. The paparazzos were shouting "Miss, miss, over here," to get me to look at the cameras. Soon Alastair was next to me and the photographers were all yelling at him to look their way. He played his part and let them get their shots for Page Six. Then, a surprise. One of the Papparazos yelled out "who's with you Alastair? What's their name?" Alastair grinned wildly and spoke up. "This is Mr. James Dowling, an up and coming fashion designer," he said loudly and then proceeded to spell my name. "Let's get a shot!" said one of the photographers. The Ma?tre De had come out and cleared a path to the door for us so Alastair spun us around in front of the door way and began to pose. This was an important moment so I did my best to come out of my shell. I leaned toward him some, careful to open my jacket and let the outfit underneath peak out. We stood for several moments until finally Alastair thanked them and turned us back and stepped into the restaurant. Alastair had reserved a table for 12 in the back of very prominent lower east side eatery and arranged a special menu and wine list with the owner, and old friend. I made 13 but he managed to find space for us. The guest list was basically Alastair times 12. It was the who's who of the SNY show and two very fashion conscious celebrities. Drinks were served and eventually I found my seat near Alastair but not next to him. In between us was an international pop superstar and on the other side of me was Jean, one of Alastair's most dear friends and mentors, and a household fashion name. The rest of the table was similar, in fact I figured I was the only non-household name in the group. I figured I would listen and learn and I did. I watched Alastair closely and he was an amazing host, very much in his element. He gave a fabulous toast to the assembled group and deftly commanded the conversation. He bridged the gap between his guests, helping one guest better understand the music industry and helping another understand one of the pop culture references that was made. In all, it was a spectacular night for Alastair. After all the food had been taken away and everyone had had their fill, the assistants started to show up and quietly tell their charges that their cars had arrived. The paparazzi were still out front so we couldn't all just go stand out there. It was coordinated such that Alastair and I were the last to leave and Alison texted him when the car was out front. This time at Alastair's behest, I didn't put the glasses on and threw the coat over my arm so that the full look could be seen. I didn't really stop but I definitely paused as the car door was opened for me to let them get their shots. I made a point to look at a few cameras as well before we were off. "That was amazing!" I immediately said. "Thank you so much for including me, that was insane." I was over joyed and excited and I wanted to show Alastair how much it meant to me. Actually, I was feeling a little horny and had some thoughts about just how to show him my gratitude. Seriously, what's gotten into me? "I'm so glad you enjoyed it you were incredible tonight. Where did you learn so much about her music?" I slid over close to him and turned slightly so I could bring my hand across to his chest. "Are you kidding me, I have all of her albums. I've been obsesses with her since she first came out. I didn't sound like a stalker did I?" "No, no, not at all. It was impressive how you kept her interested and attentive all night. I sometimes worry we're too dorky for people like that." I reached up and put my hand on his face, letting my fingers stroke his stubble. "She's as big a dork as you." "Really?" "Really," I replied softly and leaned in to kiss him. We were quiet for the rest of the ride and I leaned on his shoulder, resting my hand on his thigh. It was good because I had to search my feelings for a bit. For whatever reason, I was craving his attention and all I could think about was making love to him. It just felt like to most natural thing for some reason. I had not the slightest bit of apprehension about having sex with another man. How could that be? I pondered this for the remainder of the ride but came to no real conclusion. We managed to get all the way to the room before I seriously attacked him. I was lustful at this point and wanted him badly. I hadn't even wanted women this badly, my brain pointed out. "A nightcap!" he insisted, pulling away from me over my protests. I threw the massive black jacket over the living room chair and unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt. I could feel my right nipple getting hard under the smooth fabric. Soon he was back with two of the orange drinks and we downed them as before. "That's tasting way better then before, what are you putting in there now?" I asked. "Nothing new. It's the same ingredients. Maybe you're just getting a taste for Scottish country drinks?" he said smiling. He took my glass, put it back on the bar and ushered me into the bedroom. I could feel my body buzzing a bit from the drink. It must be stronger than I thought? This time, he started to undress me, untucking the blouse (let's face it, it was a blouse), then unzipping the pants down my left hip. He bent down pulling them to the floor helping to get my feet out. Before he stood, he started to kiss the bulge in my panties. He pulled them down slightly and sucked my now hard cock as few times then kissed the tip before standing up. As he did, he stopped at the now obvious buds of breasts on my chest. He unbuttoned the next two buttons then pulled the shirt apart examining them. They were more pronounced then even this afternoon and he took the opportunity to suckled first the nipple on his right, then the one on the left. I have never experienced the electricity and sensitivity that my now erect nipples gave off as his mouth licked and sucked them. It was at that moment I realized that I had somehow formed breasts in the true sense of the word - Female breasts that were as sensitive and amazing as any woman's, all be them much smaller. I savored the feeling and pulled his head into my chest as I moaned out softly. The feeling was exquisite and made me rock hard. He stayed suckling for some time but eventually pulled away. "I have something for you to wear tonight," he said, gesturing to the bed where a silver negligee had been laid out. I trued regained my composure as best I could. "You do a lot of planning, Mr. Giles. I'm starting to think you've been planning this seduction for some time." "Oh, not that long really," he replied. "Take your shirt off." He picked up the negligee and slipped it over my head. It would have fallen to my mid-thighs if it hadn't caught on my erection. It was a glorious creation, satin with hand-stitched embroidery around the bust and at the small slit on the left thigh. It felt luxurious against my bare skin and only made me hotter. He turned me around so I could see myself in the mirror on the closet. With my now longer hair pulled back under the headband, my dark eye make up and this beautiful negligee on, I saw a different person staring back at me. It should have struck terror in me, as the Jim I knew was nowhere to be seen, save the hard cock standing at attention. Instead, I was captivated by the sight. I had been transformed into something much more attractive and it turned me on. I couldn't help but give a little pose and it made Alastair smile almost a wicked smile. Just then, he produced a tube of lipstick from behind me and held it out in front of me. I saw it in the mirror then looked down, taking it from his hand. I pulled off the top and turned the base, extending the lip color. It was a classic deep red lipstick from one of the major brands. "Let's see!" he urged me. I brought the tube up to my lips and leaned toward the mirror deftly applying the pigment. I ran it across my lips liberally and soon had a thick coat. I stood back up and we examined my look together. "That's better," he said. He was right. The deep red with the dark eyes and my hair pulled back looked good. I turned to face my lover, ready to escalate things. "You have entirely too many clothes on Mr. Giles," I said in a seductive voice I'm not sure where it came from. I peeled his suit jacket off then his tie while he slipped out of his shoes. Next I went straight for his belt. I didn't care if he left his shirt on or not. I helped out of his trousers, leaving them in a heap in the floor as he undid his button down. Soon he was just in his briefs, which expertly cradled his ass and manhood at once in its expensive fabric. I have never really felt the urge to give myself to anyone but right then, at that moment, I wanted him to do with me as he pleased. All I wanted was to take him into me, anywhere he wanted. I took down the briefs revealing a semi-erect work of art, but before I could kneel in front of him he pulled me to the bed. We lay opposite each other so we could gratify each other simultaneously. I managed to get him to climax down my throat before he did me, which let us both savor the salty goodness of our cum. Satiated, we lay together facing each other on our sides, staring at each others eyes, Alastair naked, me in my negligee. His eyes were as penetrating as ever and I was lost in them. What a man, even better, what a person. He had done more for me in 24 hours then almost anyone save my parents had ever done for me. I was grateful, heck I was indebted, but it also didn't make any sense. "I have two questions, and I probably should have asked them ages ago, but I've been so caught up in, well, you, I was afraid to know the answers." "Oh?" he replied. "First, why are you helping me? There isn't really a good explanation, and second," I said looking down at my body. "What are you doing to me?" "Ah..." he said softly, with a pensive look on his face. "Yes it is probably time to have this discussion," he said as he rubbed his hand gently up my arm. "As to the first question, because you are good and you can use some help. My mentor, Jean, helped me, many years ago. He met you tonight and agreed, you're worth investing energy in. Your designs are good, they're creative and with the right coaching and channeling, you'll be a massive success. I'm in a position to do that and so I will, if you'll let me of course." "The answer to the second question depends on your response to the first. Do you want me to help you in your career, more formally I mean, and on an on going basis?" He paused. I wasn't sure if it was a rhetorical question so I didn't say anything until he gave me a small look as if to say "Well?" "Oh, YES! Of course I do! I'd be your coffee boy if you let me. I could be Alison's assistant!" "Haha! No, that won't be necessary, besides you're much more valuable as a designer to both of us. So good, I'd like to help you which means you'll need to trust me these next couple of days." "Making fashion is not really that much different than making any other products or services, you have to start first with what your client wants. Now, in our world, that isn't always clear. Our world is about aspiration. It is about an almost ethereal premise that is never quite concluded and is never quite reached. It is ongoing. Beauty, and all that comes with it, is a life long chase." "But to be a part of that world, to be a leader and an influencer, you need to deeply understand it. You asked me what I am doing to you and the answer is I'm giving you an opportunity to understand more about the aspiration your clients have. I'm helping you understand from a new perspective, a woman's perspective, what fashion and beauty mean to them and how that drives their aspiration. The more you understand the more effective you will be as a designer." He paused there, letting the words settle. "I thought I was going insane. This all makes more sense now, but why not just tell me upfront? I'm sitting in a man's bed in a satin negligee wanting to make love to him! That is crazy! Why not tell me so I could have processed? Better yet, why not ask me in the first place??" "Are you uncomfortable right now?" he asked. "No, strangely not at all," I replied honestly. It was true; I felt natural and didn't have the slightest bit of apprehension laying here with him. "Do you want to keep going on this journey with me?" he asked, bringing his hand up to my cheek and caressing it softly "Yes." I whispered back to him. "Now answer me honestly. If I had told you at the reception Monday night this is what I could offer you, would you have been able to accept it?" I paused and thought about it. "No, probably I would not have understood and would have thought you were some kind of crazy person." "Yes. I agree, and this is what we have learned over time in this process. If we can get you to this point, the point where you can feel the changes, then you can make a much more informed decision about what you want, ultimately." Alastair shifted a bit on the bed, propping his head up on his hand, elbow bent. "I want to take this journey with you, but it is your decision now, not mine. You know what men want and what they aspire to. I can let you experience what women desire and what they aspire to by letting you live it." "So you are turning me into a woman?" "Yes." "No wonder I have been having all these weird thoughts and feelings," I said. Then it sort of hit me the gravity of what he had just implied. "But wait, I can't literally live as a woman, I have a family, friends, I have a life as Jim. He can't just disappear." "First, from now on you are James, not Jim or Jimmy. It just sounds better. But I agree. Becoming a woman and staying a woman would be logistically problematic. But what I am offering you is the ability to transform back and forth at will, even partially if you prefer. No need to remove yourself from your old life, but it opens up all new possibilities for your life going forward." I sat up on my elbow at that, suddenly very interested in where this was going. "Wait, so I could just, what, snap my finger and morph into a woman? Literally just like that?" I asked snapping my fingers. "Yes, basically just like that, whenever you want, as often as you want," he replied. I was stunned and didn't really know what to say. If I wasn't sitting here with nubs of breasts on my chest I would have run out the door after hearing this crazy person. So many questions filled my brain I couldn't keep up and the only thing I could get out was "Holy shit!" "Indeed," was all he replied. "So, can you... you know, change? I mean, so, you can turn into a woman?" "Yes, I can." I stared at him, blinking "You want me to show you don't you." "Ah...YEAH, obviously. I mean, I don't know why I shouldn't believe you given, you know, the situation here," I said gesturing down to my own body. "But yeah, that would be the final bit of proof I might need to understand." "Very well," he said and before I could blink his face morphed into a stunningly beautiful woman's face and his hair sprang down from his head in a voluminous cascade of locks. "HOLY SHIT!" I said loudly, putting my hand to my mouth. "You like that phrase, I've noticed," he said in a distinctly woman's voice. "How do you do that," I asked, sitting up on the bed excitedly. "I just can. Its like moving your arm, it just does," he answered. In the blink of an eye he had changed back into Alastair. "Oh, you have to do that again," I said, almost pleadingly. And so he did it again. Again, a beautiful woman's face with full thick hair appeared in front of me. I reached out and touched her face on the outside chance I was in some sort of drug-induced state. Her face was soft and smooth and her hair was thick and silky. She actually looked familiar to me but I was still in shock. I reached over and pinched my own arm. Ow. Alastair started to chuckle. "I think I did the same thing," she said. "Sorry, just one more time. Could you do your whole body? Just so I can make sure its not some sort of crazy illusion with projectors or whatever." Alastair reached over and cupped my small breast. "How would a projector to that?" he asked, rubbing my nipple with his thumb. "Ok, Ok," I said pushing his hand away so I wouldn't become aroused. "Just humor me," I said, but before the words left my mouth she had morphed her full body. In front of me was a goddess. She was the same height as Alastair, which immediately put that question to rest for me, and had idealic proportions. Her firm round breasts were full but not too big, her waist tapered nicely down to her full, rounded hips. From where I could see she had a nice ass, not too big, but not too small and her legs were impossibly long and smooth. "Damn..." I muttered. "Yes, the downside to this is that the female form is usually impossibly attractive," she said gesturing down the length of her body. "It isn't really representative of the real women out there. It does give an incredible platform from which to learn however. To learn not only about a woman's wants and desires, but also how she lives in the world. The issues she faces and the desires and fears they create. You will learn what it means to be preyed upon in a body like this. Men can be terrible people in the presence of beauty. As awful as that is, it is an understanding to draw upon in your designs. Dignity, confidence, sexiness, they are all in accord and conflict within a woman when she thinks about beauty and fashion." I looked at her again more closely in the low light of the room. "I know you!" I said. "You're Genevieve Leary! Holy shit, that was you the whole time? I was wondering where she was and why she wasn't here!" I exclaimed. Genevieve Leary was also a well-known designer from the Giles couture house. Her designs were highly regarded and sought after and usually appeared on red carpets or at royal weddings. She was also known to be a bit shy and a little reclusive, eschewing the parties and glamour, instead allowing her partner, Alastair Giles, to be the face of the house. So many questions rushed into my head and I spent the next little while asking her all about Genevieve and Alastair and how the two managed to run one of the most well known couture fashion houses in the world but never appeared in the same room together. How did they decide which designs to put out when? Wouldn't being two people double the amount of work he/she had to do? How did he/she deal with two email accounts? I even asked what the legal arrangement was for ownership of the business, which she patiently explained to me. Something about an "LLC" which I'd heard of but didn't really understand. She changed back to Alastair and we sat looking at each other. "It's getting late," he said. "I know you have many more questions and I will answer them all. You have a big day tomorrow, as do I. Perhaps its best to rest now." "Ok, but before we go to bed, I want to make love to the woman in you." I said, selfishly. "Hmm...that could be arranged. However, I've always preferred men as a man. Would you mind if I made some modifications to give us both the pleasure we want?" "Anything, big boy, just so long as you fuck me," I replied. I figured now that I understood what was going on, I could embrace it. I wanted to be underneath him and have him be in control. I needed to feel like I was giving myself to him for some reason. Just the thought of it got me hard again. He laid me down and straddled me. I was beginning to worry how he was going to penetrate me with his wonderful cock but when I looked down his muscular body, his penis was gone. He reached down and stroked my cock for a while, getting it good and hard and then sat up and positioned it into the now waiting vagina he had between his legs. I could feel the moist folds part and my shaft penetrated deeply as he let his weight fall around my shaft. "Oh..." he groaned, closing his eyes. He shivered a bit and I suspect he had his first orgasm right there. He looked down at me, like I was pray. He reached up with his hands and grabbed both my wrists. "Now I'm going to fuck you and make you cum inside me," he said, with an almost guttural snarl. I couldn't move with his full weight on me and his strong hands pinning me down. He started thrusting his hips up and down, pumping my cock deep into his folds. I was in ecstasy. I had never felt like this before. I had never felt both so much helplessness and pleasure at the same time. I know technically I had the dick and he had the vagina, but I felt like he was fucking me, and he didn't hold back. I felt sexy as hell and loved the feeling of the negligee rubbing up and down my body as he pumped me. He nuzzled my breast nubs and sucked on them and for the first time understood why woman get so aroused by them. I almost came before he stopped, bringing me back from the brink. He came three times before finally letting me explode into his deep cunt. I couldn't help but let out a high-pitched squeal as I did. The release was exquisite and extremely fulfilling in a way I had never felt before. He got up and went to the restroom to freshen up while I grabbed a tissue from the bedside stand and did the same. What would happen if he just changed back to a man with my cum inside him? I found my panties on the bed and pulled them up, then took out the silver headband and removed the gold watch. I loved that I got to fall asleep in panties and a negligee, especially next to Alastair. He came back in, now with male appendage, and put his boxers back on. He got into bed and we turned out the lights. He slid over to me and held me in his arms and we fell asleep blissfully.