The story of Peaches and Sweetpea Part 5
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Blow soft sweet wind.
Little did we know that the pandemic was about to break on our shores and
how changed things would be afterwards. At first we read of the odd case
here and there, but the government was complacent and then the numbers
increased. It was mainly in the bigger cities, London was rife with it.
We didn't worry, we lived a hundred miles from there and we washed our
hands--we were safe.
Then we had a major meeting and that involved people from our HQ in
London and suddenly, washing our hands was not enough.
I used to give Linda a lift everyday as I passed her house en route to
the office. I knew her husband Jon very well too. He had his own business
and was pretty well off unlike we wage slaves, though Linda had never
learned to drive, so my lifts were welcome
It was probably a week after the big meeting that I discovered I felt
unwell. I was terrified, people were dying of this thing, especially
those who had some underlying condition, which as far as I knew I didn't.
I mean I was 25 and fairly fit. I went into self isolation warning my
employers and also phoning Linda, if she didn't get it it would be a
miracle. We'd obviously run out of them because she did get it and
apparently, it triggered her asthma which hadn't been a problem since she
was a kid. So there was I, with the equivalent of a heavy cold and
suddenly I heard Lind was in hospital.
I rang Jon to ask after her but he was too busy to answer my calls. She
ended up in ICU and died a week later. I was so upset I couldn't do
anything. I'd killed my best friend in the office, just by giving her
lifts in my car. I couldn't believe it and still Jon wouldn't speak to
me. It was an accident, I'd have rather taken my own life than see her
die. I felt really awful and my guilt seemed to make me feel like an old
man.
I went back to work but every day just compounded my sense of guilt, that
I had killed her. I did eventually speak to Jon but he just accused me of
killing the most precious thing in his life and I broke down in tears as
he slammed the phone down on me.
Work seemed to just fill me with emptiness and I wished that I could have
turned time back a month or two, but we can't undo the past and I carried
my torment around with me like an iron ball on a chain.
My boss told me to take some time off because he could see the way I was
but I felt I had to keep going, my guilt drove me on and there was also
the fact that everyone seemed to be looking at me, as if they were
thinking the same as me, 'murderer.'
Funerals were very small scale because of the virus and although I knew I
shouldn't have gone to Linda's, I had to, though I also had to withdraw
because Jon threatened to kill me if I didn't. I should have let him, my
guilt would have died with me. That was how low I felt, and I couldn't
even say goodbye to my friend. I felt wretched and slunk away home
wanting to die. I went into a sort of depression because I stopped eating
and pretty well everything else. In two weeks I'd lost a stone. My
neighbour rang someone from my office, she was so worried about me but I
wasn't answering the phone. I simply wanted to die, from a broken heart
and my guilt. It was only after I'd lost her that I realised I loved her,
so understood how Jon felt and he wouldn't allow me to seek redemption,
not that I wanted it, I was too intent on joining her.
One morning a loud banging on my front door roused me from my stupor and
when I answered it, my boss was standing outside. He wouldn't come in, as
was the custom now but he told me he was worried about me and that I
needed to sort myself out. He also told me that Jon would ring me
tonight. When I suggested he would just abuse me, my boss said that he
wouldn't, that he'd got over his anger and he'd talk to me to settle our
differences. I wasn't at all sure I could cope with that but he made me
promise I would take the call, I also promised I would eat something.
I closed the door as he went after thanking him for his concern, he said
he'd get someone to deliver some food and milk during the day. I tried to
stir myself and went and washed and shaved and put on some tidier
clothes. I felt that I needed to respect Linda's memory when talking to
Jon.
A bag of groceries was left on my doorstep and I took them in and made
myself some toast and a cuppa. There were a few noises as my empty tummy
dealt with the influx of food but they soon quietened down and I felt a
little better. I tidied my house up a bit, putting my dirty clothes in
the washing machine and even stripped the bed and washed it all. It all
dried on the line and I had just finished ironing everything when the
phone rang. My heart rate quickened, it was Jon.
He told me that he'd dealt with his anger and he no longer blamed me,
after all, she could just as easily have caught it from the same meeting
I had. My heart eased a bit and I began to relax, this was the old Jon
I'd known for several years.
"Look, come on round for a drink and we'll bury the hatchet properly." He
suggested.
"I can't can I with the lock down?" I tried to sound regretful but
responsible.
"But you haven't got the virus anymore and neither have I, so where's the
problem?"
"People will talk."
"About what, two old friends sharing a glass of something."
"Afraid the police will stop you, are you?"
"No, I just don't want to be seen flouting the law."
"Well just sneak out, it's only a mile to here, if that, say you're
taking your exercise."
He kept on and I gave way and agreed to go to his place for a drink. I
left home at eight just as it was getting dark and once I got free of the
houses in the village was at his house about quarter of an hour later.
I snuck into his porch and rang the bell. He welcomed me in but we stayed
a few feet apart. Jon is wealthy, his house is big and he is also big.
I'm about five foot seven and he must be six two or possibly three. If
he'd lured me to kill me, there wouldn't be much I could do about it, but
he was very friendly and offered me a drink. I opted for red wine and he
gave me a glass of a really nice burgundy, how the other half live.
Of course we talked about Linda, there was a big photo of the two of them
on the mantlepiece. He seemed genuinely to have forgiven me and I felt
such relief. I was now on my second glass and feeling quite relaxed. "If
there's anything I can do?" I offered looking at a photo of Linda
allowing Jon to refill my glass.
"Lots of people have said that, they forget five minutes later." He
responded tartly and I took a gulp of wine.
"No I mean it," I said beginning to feel a bit the worse for wear. I
thought I'd better make a move while I could still walk home.
"Sure you do."
"I do, I'd do anything for Linda, you know that."
"She's gone, Mike, so what would you do for me?"
My head was starting to feel very strange.
"Anything," I said before feeling like I was in a dream rather than real
life.
"Well she used to give me regular head, can you do that?" His words were
just a confusion now. "Could you do that for me, Mike?" He spoke that
loudly and clearly.
"Yeah course," I said in my trance.
"Come here and kneel in front of me."
I did as I was told. He told me to open my mouth and he put a red
lipstick on my lips, then he opened his trousers and pulling out his
cock, quite a large one, he told me to lick it and kiss it. I complied,
my mind trying to work out what was happening. Then he had me suck it
until he came and to swallow all his sperm. I wasn't really aware of any
of what was going on.
He placed some things in a small bag, shoved them on my wrist and sent me
on my way home. Somehow I managed to find my house and let myself in, I
went for a pee and flopped on the bed. I had some weird dreams but they
were nothing compared to the headache I had when I awoke the next day and
there was a funny salty taste in my mouth.
It was only when I made and started to drink a mug of tea that I saw some
red on the lip of the cup. For a moment I wondered if I'd cut my mouth
but when I went to the bathroom I could see I had red lipstick on my
lips. After the initial shock, I wiped it off with some toilet paper,
well as much as was going to come off, and wondered how the hell that had
happened.
I finished my tea and ate a round of toast. My phone beeped and I picked
it up. It was a text from Jon. 'Good to see you, Michelle, thanks for the
head, more tonight please.' I gasped, what on earth? Another peep showed
a photo of me with his cock in my mouth and wearing lipstick, looking up
at him. My face was clearly visible. I felt physically sick.
The next text told me that he had the whole thing on video, from which
that was a still. I didn't know what to say or do and actually began to
cry. My land line rang and I blew my nose and got myself together enough
to answer it. It was him.
"Hi Michelle, hope you liked the photo."
"You put something in my drink didn't you?"
"Not at all," he chuckled, "you asked what you could do for me saying
anything and when I said a blow job, you said okay and knelt down in
front of me. After you gulped down my sperm, I thanked you and you
replied with, 'anytime.'
"I don't believe I said any of that."
"It's on the recording, you actually said ,'anytime big boy, that was
fun.'"
"I don't believe you."
"Tough, girly, you will be required tonight."
"No way."
"I'm afraid you don't have a say in the matter, partly because your mouth
will be full and partly because I could start spreading a rumour that you
gave Linda covid-19 because you knew she was asthmatic because you were
in love with me."
"That's total nonsense."
"Is it, I have a recording of you telling me last night, so the police
may be interested."
"I've a good mind to call them."
"Feel free, but I have the recordings and the video of your finest hour,
gorgeous."
"Look this has to be some sort of joke, a punishment is that right?"
"No, I'm simply holding you to your promise to do anything for me, and as
I don't have anyone for sex at the moment, I'm accepting your offer for
that."
"But that is ridiculous, I'm not gay."
"Neither am I, Michelle. So having someone who resembles a female while
I'm having sex with them is fine."
"Resemble a female - are you mad?"
"Yes in that regard a lady is calling to see you in about an hour to help
with that."
"I'll refuse to answer the door."
"If you want to see this video on your social media page, carry on."
"No, you wouldn't do that..."
"Would you like to bet on that?"
"Please don't do that."
"Let the lady in and cooperate with her."
"Okay, I will."
"Everything she says you will do, got it?"
"Yes, Jon."
"Bye Michelle," and he made kissing sounds down the phone.
I sat and dithered feeling like I'd stepped on a land mine when the door
bell rang and a woman with a face mask and pulling a large suitcase on
wheels pushed her way in. "Are you Michelle?"
I nodded blushing like fury.
"Right up to the bathroom, hurry up no time to waste." In a few minutes I
was naked as she pushed me into the shower and sprayed me with some sort
of foam. It was cold but became warmer and stank to blazes. She tested a
few places and made me wait a bit longer. It was everywhere below my
head. Finally, I was made to stand in the shower on a cool water wash and
all my body hair washed off me. She made me unclog the drain before she'd
let me dry. Once I was dry, she then sprayed me with a fake tan, this was
all over, my face she'd do later. I had to let it dry for half an hour.
In that time she stuck fake nails on my fingers and painted them a deep
purple colour. I'd seen Linda wear such a colour on her nails.
Once the spray had dried she made me lie on my bed where she produced a
some sort of latex thing which I suddenly realised was going to be stuck
on my groin. I started to protest but she sprayed some sort of adhesive
on me which was cold and it also made my penis very small. While it was
shrunken, she inserted it into the device and in five minutes I had a
fake vagina the colour of which matched the fake tan remarkably well.
"You can have sex with this, Michelle, just remember to wash it or it
will get a bit smelly. It should stay on for up to three months, but I'll
come and refresh it before then, can't have you getting an infection."
Two large breasts came next and they were stuck on with the same
adhesive, the join was very well hidden because I couldn't see it. Then
my toenails were painted to match the talons on my fingers. I lay there
wondering what could happen next and how I was going to get all this
stuff off. Because I wasn't going to wear it, full stop and certainly not
for him.
Next came a corset, and she drew my waist in about three or more inches,
not that I was fat by any means. The stockings were added to hold it
down, and finally my fake fanny was covered in very pretty and silky,
purple panties, which matched the corset.
I was made to sit on a stool in the bathroom and a cape was put around me
and tied trapping my arms inside. Then she took out a hairdresser's
shaver and suddenly I was bald. I began to cry. She told me to keep my
eyes and mouth shut and I felt my face and neck being sprayed with the
fake tan. I was told I could open my eyes and she touched up the area
under and around my eyes with a brush.
My eyebrows were next to go, or it felt like it but I discovered later
she'd waxed them into a shape like Linda had, which was rather arched and
thin with a tear drop at the end in the middle of my face.
Makeup was applied and my eyebrows were defined as were my eyes, cheeks
and lips. "Should keep you tidy for three months, Michelle, just refresh
your lip gloss when you're going out."
How the hell was I going to escape from this prison my body was becoming?
I had no idea, I just wanted her gone so I could start trying to get this
stuff off. Though I had a feeling I'd have my work cut out to try.
She'd applied individual eyelashes to my existing ones, which she
explained would last a month or two, all I had to do was add a bit of
mascara to make them stand out. Then she applied something cold to my
scalp and produced a dark wig thing which she affixed to my scalp. It
reminded me of Linda's hair style. I gave a little shudder.
I was released and walked to the bedroom where she had hung several
outfits in my wardrobe and was busy bagging my ordinary clothes which she
tossed down the stairs. "Put this dress on," she handed it to me. I
struggled and she helped me get it over my hips and bust. It showed
plenty of my fake cleavage and then I had to wear a pair of heels in a
matching purple patent. They had a four inch heel and I nearly fell over.
"Bend over," she said and pulled down my panties before shoving a
lubricated butt plug up my bum. It hurt slightly as it went in then she
pressed something and it clicked. "There that will stay in there until
it's unlocked."
"Unlocked? What if I need a shit."
"You won't, but from tomorrow you will clean yourself out each morning."
She produced an enema bag and handed it to me.
"I can't do that?" I said whining.
"You will because I'll be here at seven tomorrow morning to show you.
I'll also start your laser treatment."
"What laser teatment?"
"On your facial hair," she rolled her eyes as if I should have known
that. She sprayed me with perfume, the same as Linda wore and she told me
to apply a little to my cleavage, my wrists and the backs of my knees,
which I did. I felt I was in a dream, or more a nightmare and acting on
autopilot.
I looked at my watch, the women's one on my wrist. It was six o clock.
She'd been messing with me for six hours. While I was standing around in
a daze, she'd cleared her stuff from my bedroom and also the black
rubbish bags in which she'd put my male clothes. I looked in my wardrobe
and there were three outfits hanging there, all dresses. How the hell was
I going to get out of this?
She returned from her car with an overnight bag from which she loaded
bras and panties into my chest of drawers and removed the socks and
underpants replacing them with more panties and stockings. She pulled
another corset from the bag and put that in a separate drawer.
"I have put a coat on the hook in your porch, use it when you go to see
your lover, later. He's expecting you at half past seven. Make sure your
lipstick is perfect and refresh your perfume, he's very fond of it."
"That man is blackmailing me."
"He said you'd try to pretend you didn't want this."
"I didn't, he made me do it."
"I'm sorry, Michelle, but you could have stopped me at any time, so I
don't believe your protestations, I think you're trying to come to terms
with your sexuality and gender." She put two more pairs of shoes in the
wardrobe, both with very high heels.
"I shall see you tomorrow, please be ready and enjoy your evening out, oh
he said he'd make a light meal for you both, so you won't need to cook
anything yourself. Have fun." With that she left me staring at the
reflection of this creature into which she had transformed me. What was
frightening was how much I looked like Linda. We could have been sisters
- well brother and sister, given I wasn't a woman, though standing there
in a tight fitting dress, with breasts and definite waist, I certainly
didn't look like a man, that was for sure.
I went downstairs, negotiating my descent with an anxiety in the four
inch heels. Once I reached the ground I seemed much safer. I went and
made myself some tea, though a rather more potent drink would have been
better in some ways. I hadn't decided if I would go or not, though he
sent me another photo from my indulging him and I realised I had little
choice, he also told me to walk to his house rather than drive. In these
shoes? Then he sent me a text, 'You'll be walking a mile in Linda's shoes
- just to get you in the mood...for love. See ya sweet lips. XXX'
I nearly hurled my phone at the wall then realised I may need it again. I
deleted all his messages, then saw that he'd put the original photo as my
wallpaper and I couldn't seem to get it off. Still there were a few
things I needed to get off before worrying about my phone - a piece of
latex with false pubic hair was one of them.
I had to use the loo and facing the pan my heart sank and I sat to pee,
wiping my fake groin afterwards. It was ten to seven, I'd have to leave
soon because it would take me half the night to walk there in these
shoes. I pulled on the leather coat. There was a bus ticket in the
pocket, so it had been used. Perhaps it was Linda's though I didn't pay
that much attention to her clothes. There was a handbag which matched my
shoes and inside that was my lipstick, an expensive compact a purse with
some money, which I presumed was from my wallet along with a few other
bits and bobs including a small perfume spray. I gave myself a quick
squirt of it and refreshed my lipstick then locking my front door I
shoved my house keys in my bag and set off for Jon's house. It was going
to be a long night.
It was certainly a long walk and my calves were screaming at me as I
entered Jon's porch and pressed the bell. He opened the door with a
beaming smile and offered to take my coat. Once he'd got it, he grabbed
me and kissed me passionately as I tried to wrestle him off, but he was
so much bigger than me and did what he wanted.
He invited me to refresh my lipstick and then told me to come to the
table. I did as I was told. He poured me a glass of wine and I eyed it
suspiciously, he offered to swap with his glass but I declined. He
produced a ham and cheese omelette with side salad. I wasn't hungry but I
thought I'd better eat to help slow up the alcohol. Without any conscious
thought I realised I was eating much more daintily than I usually did and
certainly more than Jon did.
"I knew you'd look really good as a woman, and you do. I can't wait to
take you to bed."
"Do I get a say in any of this or are you just using me like a sex
slave?"
"Michelle, when we go to bed if there's anything you'd like me to do for
you, to turn you on, just say. I always try to keep my partners happy."
"What about letting me go? You've had your fun, you've humiliated me and
messed me up physically, God knows how long it'll take for all this
fakery to come off."
"This is the new you, Michelle, my live in girlfriend and little
housewife."
"What?" I was horrified, how long was this violation going to continue.
"Yes. Once I realised you were practically the same size as Linda, or at
least the same dress size, I could see it was meant to happen and that
you were a natural replacement. Also you have an equally talented mouth
and you shape up pretty well as female, so who knows with a few hormones
and bit of plastic surgery, you would look really female and I know
'Little Jon', likes you, put your hand here if you don't believe me."
"I'm a replacement for Linda - are you mad?"
"No, it feels like poetic justice to me and I think you'll grow to enjoy
it with time. I certainly will."
"You must be out of your tiny mind. I think I'm going to call the
police."
"Feel free, but I think you'll find it's your word against mine and Mrs
Russell the lady who helped transform you will back me up, that you
employed her to help you look like Linda so you could make love to me and
be with me."
I sat there looking at the table with tears running down my face, what
was I going to do to escape this man. I really didn't know short of
stabbing him or something equally nasty, yet if I didn't he was likely to
destroy me.
"Why are you doing this? Are you seeking revenge is that it?" I said
through tear filled eyes.
"No, I bear you no malice."
"But you must, why else have you done this to me?"
"To enable you to fulfil the role for which you volunteered last night.
Now dry your eyes and finish your wine. We shall go up to the bedroom
afterwards." I wanted to stand up and just walk away but somehow I
couldn't, instead I drank the wine and once again I felt myself becoming
light headed and everything seemed distant and dreamlike.
I saw him stand and offer me his hand and I rose and accompanied him up
the stairs into a large bedroom, the central bed had had the bedclothes
pulled back. Once in the bedroom, he began kissing me and urging me to
kiss him back. I did, as if I was in some form of trance or under the
influence of some sort of drug. He turned me round and unzipped the dress
and I took it off, then in the corset and stockings and still wearing the
shoes, he laid me on the bed and began making love to me.
The activity seemed to go on much of the night and I know I gave him
fellatio, he used my backside, replacing the plug after he had deposited
his sperm in it and finally he used the artificial vagina. To my great
shame, I also ejaculated with the friction of his cock rubbing mine
through the thin membrane. Then exhausted, we fell asleep in each other's
arms, me still in the corset, stockings and high heeled shoes.
I awoke feeling the plug in my arse being gently removed only to feel his
cock being shoved in to replace it and he fucked me, shooting his sperm
deep inside before he replaced the plug and demanded I clean him up with
my mouth.
I wept quietly to myself as he lay beside me telling me what a great arse
I had and I was an even better cocksucker than his wife had been. He was
looking forward to our relationship with some relish. I just wept.
He turned me over and told me not to cry, I would get to love his cock
and I was walking really well in Linda's shoes already. Finally he went
to shower and I looked at the clock, it was half past six. He returned
wearing a bath robe and helped me out of the corset so I could take off
the shoes and stockings and the bra. He made me stand up naked except for
the false breasts and the latex vagina. "Yes, you'll do nicely," he said
though I wasn't quite sure what he meant.
He told me to take a bath and use plenty of bath salts. I looked at my
naked body in the mirror as the bath filled, I hardly recognised myself
and was happy to slip into the hot soothing waters.
Mrs Russell arrived just as I was about to get out of the water and she
held a towel for me and told me to pat myself dry. When I was dry she
told me to bend over and removed the plug and administered an enema, the
end of the tube resembled a penis and she lubed it before shoving it up
my well used hole. I was quite pleased to sit on the loo and know his
sperm was being washed out of me.
I was made to wear a bra and panties then she made me wear a thin slip
before she replaced the corset and some fresh stockings. Over this I then
wore a thin robe and she made me sit in a reclining seat while she
applied laser to the hairs on my face. When she'd finished she gently
rubbed cream into it to help with the redness. Then she checked my hair,
or the wig she'd glued to my scalp and finally my makeup. It was still as
fresh as when she'd done it the day before.
I removed the robe and she sprayed me with perfume and them told me to
bend over the bed and I felt a sharp jab in my buttock. "What are you
doing?" I asked anxiously fearing another drug administration.
"Just something to help your new role," she said replacing the butt plug
in my cleaned rectum.
"Can't you see what he'd doing to me?" I pleaded with her.
"Michelle, I know you can make him very happy."
"Yes as a captive sex slave."
"No one is keeping you captive now, I'm certainly not. So why don't you
leave?"
I stepped into the dress she was holding for me and then into the four
inch heeled shoes. "I can hardly run away looking like this, can I?"
"Look at yourself, Michelle, you are on the way to becoming an attractive
woman, you could go anywhere and men would be attracted to you."
" I don't want to be a woman, I'm a man, not some freak."
"Even if it's your destiny to become a seductress."
"What? I'm a fucking accountant not a whore."
She turned and slapped me across the face. "Ladies do not swear, if I
hear you do so again I will make you remember it, now apply your lipstick
and come downstairs and after breakfast I will show you your new duties
as his wife."
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