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Gender Bending Investigations Part 5 - Revelations By Farleven It was the morning light filtering in through the window that finally stirred me. Something felt different. That wasn't saying much, the last few weeks had been a whirlwind of change. I'd been turned into a woman and sent on an undercover assignment. I lived in a new apartment, wore new clothes, and that was just the little things. For all of that though, I'd gotten used to the changes, even the new body for the most part. It was still plenty weird sometimes, but at least a familiar strangeness at this point. No, something else was different this morning. I wasn't much of a morning person and it took my barely roused brain time to collect together my thoughts and the sensations. First it was too bright. My bedroom windows faced to the west and the morning sun was wonderfully subdued in the morning. I was also naked, and I never slept naked. Just as I was figuring this out, I heard a groan and a big arm flew up and over me, and I realized I wasn't sleeping alone! That was enough to jolt my brain. I fought down the urge to let out a surprised squeal. I was in Patrick Oswald's bed. It had been surprisingly easy. Sure, the Agency had done their level best to remake me into the his ideal woman physically, and I'd managed to impress him with my data analyst skills, but it had barely taken a few days from meeting him to end up in this position. It didn't help any that I'd actually started to like him. I guess this was always a problem with undercover assignments, especially ones that required this kind of close contact. I'd needed to get into Oswald's inner circle. He was the playboy that ran most of the world's technology industry and a fair bit of everything else. We'd been investigating him for years, with me as the man digging deep into everything I could find. Something big was happening in Oswald's world and I'd always felt it was somehow nefarious. At least that was until yesterday. Oswald had brought me in deep. No doubt he'd probed my agency provided background to make sure I was safe and he let me in on his biggest secret. He had built much of his empire as a vehicle to create a Mars colony. The whole notion was outlandish and yet I believed him, at least for the most part. He had a problem though, his analysts projected that all of his colony plans would fail, and he recruited me to help figure out the cause. As an outside observer, he was hoping I'd see something that his more involved teams had missed. I still felt like I was missing something, and I knew it was important. I'd played along well so far, and Oswald had warmed up to me. It didn't hurt that he was amazing in bed, and I had been happy to spend the evening under the covers with him. My pussy was still tingling from the way he'd ravished me. Before this assignment, I'd never thought that having sex as a woman would feel so good. Now, it was hard to imagine doing it any other way. That left me with Oswald's arm draped over me as he breathed deeply behind me. He was still asleep and I enjoyed the warm closeness for a moment. I was used to sleeping alone. It was certainly nicer waking up right next to someone though. My drowsy mind wandered for a bit as I snuggled back against him until I noticed his dick getting hard against my soft bottom. That sparked an idea. I was all too familiar with waking up aroused in the morning as a guy. There was also a little something that came to mind, a desire usually unfulfilled. The worst part about an idea like that is that once I think of it, I can't stop thinking about it. I squirmed a bit as my pussy started to warm up. Now, there was simply no question about doing it. Getting into position was not that hard. The trick was getting there without waking him up. First, I had to lift up his arm and slowly slink out from under him. I managed that without him reacting. Then I moved up beside him and gently pushed him onto his back and had to fight down the giggle that came from seeing his cock tenting the covers. It just seemed so absurd to do this, and yet I had to. Now that he was on his back, I slipped back under the covers head first. I was careful to crawl up beside him instead of climbing over him. Finally, I was in place, looking over at his shrouded manhood and feeling a bit giddy at the perverted playfulness of it. I hovered as I considered what I was doing. I'd sucked on cocks several times over the last couple weeks, but this was different. It had always happened before in the midst of a wild orgy or when I was already deep in the throes of passion. While I was certainly getting a bit turned on, I was far from overcome with lust, and this felt far more significant in that sense. I had been a guy after all, and now I was about to go down on a guy without even the slightest prompting. What surprised me, was how little the notion bothered me, it was almost funny to my newly minted feminine psyche. After all that I'd done, that I'd even get a bit concerned about my masculine identity now was amusing. He grunted and started to wriggle under the covers and that broke me out of my deliberations. There was simply no more time to waste. I pushed a bit closer and then tipped my head over. My hair cascaded over his stomach as I lined up my mouth with the tip of his morning hard on. I paused to take a deep breath and then dove in, opening my mouth for his hardness as my lips slid around the bulging head. He let out a sudden huff as I took his full length into my mouth and then gave him a nice wet suck. I slid my tongue along his throbbing shaft and savored the masculine taste. It was so different than the tangy sweetness of a warm pussy, and yet so arousing in the same way. His breaths had become deeper and more ragged as I stroked and licked him with my mouth. I kept the pace slow and steady, I didn't want to wake him up too early. The very notion of it was making my pussy even hotter, and I couldn't resist slipping a hand between my legs so that I could rub my hot folds. It was a bit of gymnastics to manage, holding myself up with one hand while I bobbed my head on his cock and stroked my clit. Any lingering softness in his manhood was gone now, and I could feel him throbbing hard in my mouth as he started to squirm under me. He was trying to fuck my mouth and I backed off every time he seemed to be getting too excited. I wondered just how much more it would take to wake him up, but I imagined that he must be having the best dream right about now. "Oh... oh yeah..." he whimpered as I gave him a couple of long sucks. I was just about to go down again, when I felt his hands slide over my thigh and hair. That was enough for me to give him another devotional and dove down until my lips were wrapped around the base of his cock and my tongue was busy sliding up and down his veined shaft. He started to shift under me, and I knew he was awake. I was ready for the next surprise. I pulled off of his cock and jumped on top of him, straddling him before his fuzzy morning brain could react. I reached down between my legs and quickly guided his throbbing hardness towards my dripping pussy and impaled myself with a swift shift of my hips. Our moans filled the air as I pushed down and his manhood stretched me open again. I reveled in the feeling of fullness as I felt the base of his cock pressing against my tender folds. "Good morning, sleepy head!" I giggled as I started to bounce on top of him. My hair flew around me as I felt my breasts jiggling with each rise and fall of my hips. I was sitting back on my haunches, so I could nearly sit up straight as I rode him. He was hard enough to make it easy without the risk of him slipping out, and the look of half awake arousal on his face was enough to make it all worth it. "Oh, fuck..." he gasped as I managed to work a wicked little twist into my downward motion. I could see that he was fighting to keep control as I bucked my hips. It wasn't every morning that a hot little vixen woke you up this way after all. I could almost watch as his neurons started to fire up and catch on with what was happening. When his hands grabbed onto my thighs again and I felt him starting to thrust into me from below, I knew he'd finally woken up. I squealed as he took control and I was greeted by a series of hard thrusts of his huge cock. The shift was visceral, and I found myself reacting instead of acting as he ravished me from below. "Yes! Harder... just like that!" I gasped as he pounded into me. It felt so much better like this, firmly in his hands as he claimed my soft flesh. All semblance of my recent command of the situation had melted away and I was putty in his hands. He didn't waste the opportunity either. He was a master and I succumbed to his skills. His pace grew rapid, demanding, and I knew that neither of us would last long as the frantic passion engulfed us. Then he drove deep and held me there as he exploded inside me. The feeling of his cock shooting off inside me was enough to send me over the edge. I screamed out as my pussy squeezed down. My whole body quaked from the rush of pleasure. Everything was tingling, and I sank down on top of him as I milked his cock dry. His warm flesh felt so good against mine as we savored our mutual orgasms. We stayed like that, panting and pressed together for a while, savoring the closeness and the sweet afterglow of a little morning fun. We rested, looking into each others eyes and smiling. I may have even giggled a bit. Suddenly, I felt silly, but not in an embarrassed kind of way. "Thank you, I don't wake up that way often enough." He smiled as he finally started to stir. It was still a work day after all. I managed a quick glance at the clock and saw that we were in luck. There was still plenty of time to get ready. I smiled back at him. "So how big is your shower?" I asked. He gave me a knowing grin and the sheets were flying through the air a moment later. There was still an odd thrill that came with being walking around stark naked, especially now that I was a girl. Thankfully, we didn't waste much time getting to the show, and his bed was more than big enough to comfortably accommodate two people. As the water flowed down, I looked up. The moment just hit me. I was staring up at him, at this man who had managed to dominate me so wonderfully. His cock was still hard and it was now rubbing against my stomach, just as my nipples were pushing into him. He was so tall, and I couldn't ignore that when he was so close and I had to pull my head back to look up at him. Everything felt more real than it had since I'd begun this mission. Somehow, I felt like in this instant I understood so much more about being a woman. The intensity of the feeling took me before I was able to snap back. I was untethered, and my hand reached for the soap. "We should make sure to get nice and clean, we have a long day ahead." I didn't wait for him to reply before I started to soap him up. He joined me a moment later, starting at my shoulders and working down. I was busy enjoying the feeling of his firm flesh sliding beneath my delicate fingers as his strong hands ran over my softness. "Have I told you just how much I love your breasts?" He asked as he gave them some loving attention. His fingers caressed them gently in smooth strokes, slowly following the curves as he moved towards the center where my hard nipples poked out at him. "Not often enough." I blushed. I enjoyed the complements and yet it felt rather embarrassing to be so open about those feelings. I had to say I liked them as well, especially when they were being handled so expertly. There was no real male comparison, to the feeling of a man's hands on your breasts. It wasn't that they were so directly sensitive, but rather the way desirous attention could stoke further passion. I had worked my way down to his cock and was not about to waste that opportunity as I soaped him up. "And you know I love this big hard cock." He just laughed and we kept up our work until we were both lathered up, front and back. I'd never explored the male body so thoroughly before. Even when I'd been a guy, it had just been the simple mechanics of survival. Now, I was paying attention with the lustful eyes of a young woman. I never imagined just how sexy it was to trace my fingers along the lines of a muscular back. The firmness and strength were alluring in ways that titillated me. We made quick work of that lathered soap as we slid our bodies against each other until we were free of the little bubbles, and almost squeaky clean. Still, there was one more need yet unmet, and I gave him a lustful glance and turned around so that I could grab onto a conveniently placed handlebar and leaned down so that I could thrust out my ass and spread my legs. "There's just one more spot that needs a good scrubbing." I looked over my shoulder and wiggled my ass. He laughed and slid up behind me. I felt him reach for something and then felt his hand slide up my pussy a moment later as he covered me in a some kind of cool gel. I squirmed, surprised at the strange feeling for a moment before I felt his cock slide over my slit and I moaned in anticipation. "My pleasure," he grunted and I moaned as he slid into me with an easy thrust. I cooed at the luxurious feeling of hard cock stretching me open and warm water flowing all around me. He didn't waste time teasing me. He quickly built up a rhythm that had me panting as I bounced from his firm thrusts. "Yeah, make sure to get in there nice and deep..." I taunted as he drove in harder. He laughed and grabbed me tight so he could grind his cock in nice and deep. I gasped in thanks and squeezed down on him, hoping to keep him nice and excited. The playfulness of it quickly dissolved into more base passion. I just let myself enjoy every moment. It was another benefit of being a woman. I didn't have anything like the same kind of performance issues, I didn't have to worry about shooting off early, or not staying hard, I could just ride the feelings and savor the wild pleasure. Oswald made sure I enjoyed it as well. His thrusts were magnificent, but his wandering hands made their way to my breasts and down to my clit as well, rubbing and stroking and squeezing until I was squealing from the pleasure of it all. By the time he filled me with another load of cum, I was riding a wave of sweet orgasms that I knew would have me glowing all day long. We rinsed off and finished cleaning up. Thankfully, he had a separate sink for me and I did my best to finish prepping as fast as I could. I didn't want him to see me in my disheveled state for too long. It was one thing when you were in the middle of a wild bit of fucking, but now that we were past that for the moment, I didn't want him to see me as Karen of the wild hair. As I was finally finished drying up and gotten somewhat primped, I realized I didn't have anything to wear beyond the little black dress I'd worn to dinner last night. Even if I wore that back to the office I only had yesterday's clothes waiting for me. "Oh, what am I going to wear?" I lamented as I tugged at the towel I'd wrapped around me. Oswald had already left to get dressed himself, but he popped back in when he heard me. "Don't worry, I've got a little service around here. We can order you up a quick outfit. Just request it from my terminal," he said before jetting off again. I wandered out and found his terminal already pulled up to the page for ordering clothes. He'd certainly picked out the outfit that was on screen. It wasn't bad either, a very modest skirt and blouse combination with just enough lace to be feminine without being girly. I knew it was a veiled hint, but that I could choose anything else if I wished. I thought about it for a moment and then ordered the clothes he'd picked out. It certainly didn't hurt anything to humor him. I did want him to stay happy after all. Oswald swung through again as I ordered. He came up behind me and gave me a quick hug and a peck on the cheek. I felt an odd quiver at the casual intimacy of it. I'd never managed much in terms of relationships before, and I found myself struggling with a sudden rush of affection for this man. "Sorry, but I've got an early meeting across town. I'll have a car waiting for you downstairs when you're ready to go to the office. I'll see you later." He gave me another squeeze and then I gave him a wave as he left. As the door closed I stood there, collecting my thoughts. It took me a moment to realize that I was really alone in his apartment. That reminded me of why I was here in the first place. I slapped my forehead as I considered my position. The worst part was that I wasn't ready for this. I'd left the office wearing little more than a black dress, my glasses and a pair of shoes. I had even left my purse back in a company locker, not that it would have done me much good. I had access to his computer systems, but I couldn't exploit it. I might be able to poke around a bit, but there was every chance that I'd trigger an intruder alert, or at least have my actions logged. I needed my agency infiltration tools to get anywhere without being detected, but I didn't have them on hand. I realized that this was just an example of why they didn't like sending amateurs on missions like this. I consoled myself with the probability that I had just as good of access back at the office. Oswald was meticulous with his data, and after getting direct access of one of his big projects, I knew he took that tidiness much further than I would have guessed otherwise. That meant I was unlikely to find anything here in the first place and even if I did, I could be sure he'd know instantly that I had been into those files. It was better for me to exploit my access back at work where I could more easily mask my activities with plausible deniability. That helped my conscious, but not for the those reasons. The fact was, I was starting to really like him. I even felt a bit guilty about spying on him, and felt a lot better once I decided not to try anything here. It didn't hurt that my investigation had only turned up a clandestine program that he was trying to hide from his investors, but one that was far from illegal. The trouble was I still had a nagging feeling that I was missing something and that I wouldn't like it when I figured it out. Thankfully the clothes arrived and I could finally get dressed. I didn't have any need to stick around his place so I headed back to the office. I watched the world zoom past and simply enjoyed the sights of people going about their day. It was warm and sunny this morning and that helped perk up my mood as well. I still had a lot to do. I didn't waste any time diving back into my research when I got to the office. It wasn't long before I was surfing through a pile of tablets, shifting between data sets and lost to the work of figuring out Oswald's problem. It was an easy distraction from the guilt that was starting to drift into my thoughts. Whatever the reason was, his colonies weren't slated to fail for something superficial, it was going to be something buried deep or else he would have found it by now. So I dug into the base of the models they were using. It was clear he'd solved so many problems. The dysfunction wasn't related to something as easy as lacking food or water. Even radiation had been accounted for and the habitats had been designed to shield everyone. The more I looked, the less likely it seemed that he was going to have an issue with any of the physical aspects of the colony. That left me with one remaining area to consider. People, the true linchpin of any operation was the people. It was an easy thing to overlook for me. I had never been particularly good with people. Data and information systems had always been so much easier to understand. Sure, I studied people, but I'd done it by breaking them down into bits of information that I could process. It was only the raw process of elimination that brought me to considering that it might be the people that were causing the colony to fail. So, I ripped into the models relating to the personal aspects of the colony. I didn't know much about the psychology, but everything had been broken out into small pieces of data and the researcher who'd put everything together had done most of the work for me. Still, it was a mountain of work to go through and learn about how and why the models were built this way. "So are you making any progress?" Oswald interrupted my train of thought as he towered over my little nest of tablets. He was holding a small pizza box and a tray with a couple drinks. I suddenly realized how hungry I was and quickly cleared off a spot for everything. "I think so." I paused as I caught a whiff of the delectable scent of fresh pizza. I didn't even wait for him before opening up the box and grabbing a piece. I took one bite and nearly moaned in satisfaction. "Oh, that is so good." Oswald just nodded and grabbed his own piece. I barely noticed as I savored each bite. Pizza was always an easy food, but this one was just perfect, there was just enough cheese to be a properly melted layer that held in all the baked goodness of pepperoni and pizza sauce. The crust was just firm enough to hold everything in place so it could be enjoyed. For a moment I let myself enjoy the wonder of eating the very best pizza I could remember. I was well into my second piece before I was satiated enough to speak again. "I've been looking at the behavioral models for the colonists. I've got this feeling like things are breaking down on that side. It's a lot to go through, but I've been wondering more and more where the data came from." "Why is that?" Oswald asked as he continued munching across from me. "Well, some of the data looks weird. I haven't been able to put my finger on the precise issue yet, but it might help to know how this information was collected," I explained. I knew I could backtrack the research, but I figured Oswald might be able to short circuit that search. "I believe most of it was assembled from recent academic studies, but I know we've run a few live demonstrations of colony habitats and collected psychological data from them as well." He reached for another slice. "Huh, if that's the case, I'll need to take a look at those studies. I was hoping there were just some bad assumptions being used to plug in the simulations, but if its solid research, then I'm at something of a loss." I sat back and took a couple bites to give myself time to think. "Well, hopefully you can get to the bottom of it. I'd be relieved if it was just something wrong with the simulation, I just want to be sure." He took a long drink from his glass and then got up. "I've got another meeting. I'll check in with you tonight." I barely had time to give him a wave goodbye before he was off. He did have a little empire to run. It was surprising enough that he took the time to come up here and check in with me. I knew that was a mark of how important this project was to him. I wanted to think that he came to see me as well, but I tried to fight down the warm feeling that notion gave me. I was trying not to think about how conflicted I was. I'd started this whole mission with a rather detached view of Oswald and a simple determination to succeed despite the strange circumstances it put me in. Now, I found that I rather liked him, and even more disturbing, I liked the things he did to me. Even after just a short visit, I was getting excited and that now familiar feeling of feminine arousal was heating up between my legs. It was strange enough being attracted to men in general, but even more troublesome when it was my target that I wanted to ravish me. The easiest thing to do was to not think about it. I plowed back into the research, and distracted myself with heaps of information. There was much to go through and I wasted little time doing so. The further each lead took me, the more information opened up to me. I didn't need to understand it all, but I did need to work out the bit parts and then know where to dig into the details. Days passed in a bit of a whirlwind. I burrowed into research and only came up for air when Oswald would pull me away for a meal or to ravish me in the most delightful ways. I didn't want to admit that my affections for him were growing deeper by the day, but it was impossible to deny that I loved the way he handled my body. He knew how to keep me on the ragged edge for what seemed like hours until I would collapse from a soul shattering orgasm. Other times he would force me to endure a nearly endless stream of ecstasy as he would make me cum again and again. My life had come to revolve around research and sex. I barely saw my apartment and had only managed to check in with my handler a few times. I found myself waking up next to Oswald most mornings, and managed to rouse him passionately nearly every day. It wasn't long before it all seemed almost routine, at least until I finally managed to piece the last details together. The truth was it was baffling. All the data pointed to one conclusion, but it was such a strange notion that I had to go back and rework through all the information and the simulation several times to be sure. It wasn't a fault of the simulation, or a mistake someone had made in entering the data. Even the research looked sound, and I sent off to several of the behavioral research teams to confirm my more amateur findings. As strange as it was, I couldn't escape my conclusion. "It's the people," I finally explained to Oswald as we sat down for a private meal in a secluded corner of his office floor. "How so?" he asked. It was almost anticlimactic sitting here like this while I had this bombshell waiting to drop. "I didn't want to believe it, but everything I've been able to review tells me that it's the colonists that are the problem. Specifically, their aggressive behavior or rather their lack of it," I stated. It was a conclusion that I hadn't expected and I could see a twinkle of surprise in Oswald's eye as I said it. "What do you mean?" Oswald asked. "Well, you should know, we need at least a bit of aggression to push back against the status quo, to fix problems and make things better. The problem for the colony is that for some reason there's been a steady drop in that kind of assertive behavior over the last decade. There are positive benefits to the drop. There are less fights and open hostility, but that doesn't make up for the fact that people are somehow becoming less willing to challenge leadership or established rules," I explained. "I see, and in a dynamic situation where the rules are in flux and we need people willing to push new ideas, no one is willing to step up and challenge established procedures, even when they aren't working." Oswald nodded thoughtfully. "Exactly. In the short term, it makes the colony easier to manage, but over time the missed opportunities and unfixed issues add up to a high risk of failure. There are just too many unknowns in a mission like this to be able to establish a full set of procedures that covers every eventuality. People have to be willing to take chances, to keep problems from becoming catastrophes," I added. The satisfaction of finally figuring out the problem was countered by the sad fact that I didn't have a fix. Worse yet there was still one nagging question. "Indeed, and that just leaves us with one point." Oswald sat back in his chair. For the first time in a long while he actually looked a bit uncomfortable. "Why did people start losing their assertiveness and how do we get it back," I answered, but was a bit surprised when he shook his head. "No," He said with a firm finality before he took a deep breath. "I know why people lost their assertiveness, I was hoping you would find a different cause for the colony failure, but..." "You know what happened to people?" I shot up. It was the thing that had bothered me most while I was researching. Human history had been replete with conflict, often of the most brutal variety and that willingness to do extreme violence hadn't diminished any, even up to the last century. The sudden shift in our apparent nature was frightening, even when it was a positive change. "I happened, or well, I meddled." He took another moment to collect himself. "Let me explain. In the early years of Thineritech's expansion, I picked up a controlling interest in a little biomedical company. It held the patents to some very promising medical technology. With a generous research budget, I was able to get the first generation of rejuvenation clinics up an running within a year. I spent my first billion just to rush it through the FDA approval process." "So... wait, you're behind rejuvenation tech?" I gasped. Even after years of following his nearly every move, I'd never come across that. "Well, not officially. I had a nice collection of shell companies I used to mask my control, and spun them off as soon as the basic tech was complete," he explained. "I didn't want the attention at that point, but the money certainly helped give Thineritech a boost." "Ok, but what does that have to do with everyone becoming less aggressive?" I asked. "Simple enough. When people go in for a rejuvenation, they're looking to go back and regain some youth and vigor, and what age do you think they target," he prompted. It wasn't a hard question, I only had to look around my office to know the truth to that one. "I'd say early twenties or so." I nodded. "Exactly, the age that people felt they were in their prime, which usually is late teens to early twenties. Now, tell me what is the chief problem people have with teenagers," he leaned in. "Well, I guess it's that they're all a bunch of raging hormone machines," I answered. "Exactly, and the last thing we want is a bunch of sixty year olds that rejuved back to twenty to have the same hormonal issues. So..." He laid the answer in front of me. "So, you adjusted their hormone levels so that they wouldn't come out of the rejuvenation acting like sixty year old teenagers." I quickly thought through the implications. It seemed like a reasonable idea. "Exactly, we adjusted their aggressive hormones so that they'd come out of their rejuvenations without that kind of baggage. When we found out that the effect was longer lasting than we expected, I felt like we'd really accomplished something. All of human history has been filled with loud, violent hostility that has held us back, and I'd managed to silently get rid of it almost by accident," Oswald continued. "I didn't even realize the full implications until we started in on the Mars colony project and started getting weird results back from the psyche studies and long term survival projections." "So you knew about all this? Why did you need me then?" I sat there a bit stunned. I finally realized that this was the big secret I was here to find. It wasn't just what Oswald wanted me to find, but the mission I'd been sent on. Having the entire population lose their aggressive edge was something monumental. "I was hoping we were wrong. That's why I needed you to come in and look at everything from a fresh perspective. We'd gotten too close to the problem, and I knew we couldn't be objective anymore. So I needed someone with top notch analysis skills to run through everything again," he explained. "But... I'm just out of school... I mean, I know I'm good at this, but there had to be better people out there..." I tried to object. My cover story didn't work well against what he was saying. If this was such a big issue for him there was no way he'd risk it on some recent college graduate, he'd want someone with plenty of a real world experience and a proven track record of working through hard problems. "No, I am very sure you were the right person for the job." He gave me a cool look that always meant I was missing something. Maybe it was the earlier revelation still had me shocked, but as soon as he gave me that hint, I knew I was blown. "What? No..." I pushed back from the table, shaking my head. There was just something in the way he said those words and looked at me. He knew. He more than knew. I was trying to put the puzzle together now, but I could see it all coming together. I stared up at him, drawing quick breaths as I realized the position I was in. "It's okay, Karen, don't worry." He smiled warmly as I tried to tamp down my fight or flight instincts. I knew I was already well and trapped if that was the way he wanted to play things. "I've been trying to come up with a nice way to tell you this ever since I met you. When I set things in motion, I knew I'd get the Agency's top analyst to take on the case. I never imagined they'd go quite this far and turn you into a ravishing young woman." So much was making sense now. I'd had such an easy time getting in deep because this was where he wanted me. Still, there was the matter of what had pushed me into the field in the first place. "But what about those agents, the ones that disappeared?" "Everyone has their price and I happen to have mountains of money and access to cooperative government officials at all levels. It wasn't hard to help them disappear into wealthy new lives," Oswald explained. That made sense too. If there was one thing I'd learned about Oswald over the last few weeks, it was that he wasn't brutal or vicious. He tried to make everything turn out well for everyone. He wasn't above manipulation and trickery, but he did like for everyone to be happy with the results. "What happens now?" I felt my calm, mostly returning. It was a strange feeling having my secret out, even if it hadn't ever really been a secret. My mind was quickly sorting through my recent experiences, trying to make sense of how I should feel, but the truth was I was feeling even more attracted to the man sitting across from me. Despite being carefully maneuvered into this position and knowing I'd been at least somewhat taken advantage of, I still liked him. "That is up to you. You could return to the agency and what you once were, or you could stay here. I could really use someone like you on our team. We've got to work out how to make the Mars project successful and I think you'd be a big help with finding out the flaws in our plans." He gave me a warm smile. "That and I've really enjoyed our time together." I looked at him in shock again. He may have always known who and what I was, but now I knew that he did. That revelation was still working through my brain, and here he was making what looked like a rather intimate proposal. I didn't know just how I should feel about that. It was so strange and yet I couldn't deny the allure of his company or his bed. He saw the confusion on my face, and must have known the swirling tempest going on inside my head. "Don't worry, I'm not about to rush you to make a decision. I know this must all come as a pretty big shock." There was no denying that understatement. Still, the bigger shock for me was almost how little all of this really changed my feelings. Certainly, there had always been the basic assumption that I would go back to what I'd been once this mission was completed, but I'd gotten so lost in my work and so comfortable with my new life that I hadn't even thought about it recently. I'd been doing interesting work, and I couldn't deny that I felt wanted by Oswald. That feeling had burrowed deeper into me than I'd expected. Before this mission, I had been essentially drifting through my life. I had a good job, but little beyond that. The last few weeks had been a wild mix of experiences I hadn't known I'd longed for. There were sex and friends and a thrill of discovery that I hadn't expected. There couldn't be any doubt that falling into the orbit of this man had already radically altered my life. I sat back and looked up at him, pulling the hair from my eyes. I knew no matter how long I thought about it, there was really only one answer. "I'll stay." The words hung in the air for a moment. I think I surprised him almost as much as myself. I knew I could always go back, Oswald would never block me, and I did feel a twinge of doubt at what I might be losing. Still, I'd be with the man who was going to get us to Mars, and who had already built a better world. That was a ride I couldn't imagine getting off of. There was also one other thing, of course. I knew his mind had to be a bit of a jumble as well. He'd be feeling at least a bit guilty for putting me in this position, and for the manipulations leading up to this moment. I could see the conflicted feelings as he sat there stunned, and I knew I had the perfect chance to show him how emphatic I was before he snapped out of it. It would be the best way to reinforce just how much I really meant what I said. So in that split second he was looking at me in shock, I jumped from my chair, scooted around the table and slid my lithe little body right onto his lap. I pressed my chest against his and before he could figure out how to react, I planted a passionate kiss right on his lips. He flailed before I grabbed his hands and pulled one to my breast and the other to my ass. I knew the exact point that he regained his composure and gave each a firm squeeze as our tongues played together his mouth. While his hands worked their magic, I let mine run down his stomach and then rubbed over his pants. Feeling him growing hard beneath my touch sent a shiver all the way up my spine and the heat between my legs flared. All the swirling emotions of the last few minutes had culminated in a desperate need to be ravished. That was one thing I hadn't discussed with him, a fact that I'm not sure if he even knew, but I suspected he might have known. The same shift away from aggression had been coupled with a shift towards the sexually libertine attitudes I'd been shocked by when I'd first started this mission. I understood it now. I had an almost visceral need to submit, to be dominated, and being surrounded by less aggression, I felt more comfortable giving in to those feelings. It was like I knew I wouldn't be taken advantage of, and even though I was letting myself be vulnerable, I had nothing to worry about beyond the pleasures bestowed upon me. He was throbbing in my hand now as I rubbed his crotch through the thin material of his slacks. This was the last chance I had to pull away, and I considered it before I pressed on. I knew this was what I really wanted, to be a woman, his woman, and to enjoy all that it meant. My fingers worked over his belt and managed to pull open his fly until his hardness was barely contained by his boxers. Then I slid my delicate fingers under the elastic and felt him give a satisfying shudder of pleasure as I stroked his full length. It still felt a bit strange stroking another man's cock. I'd been getting used to it, but this moment was particularly poignant. If I really never went back to my old life, then this was going to be sex from now. I squirmed a bit, feeling the warm needs of my new body. I'd come to enjoy it more than I ever expected. I was ready for him now, soft, and yielding as much as he was hard and throbbing in my hand. "This is crazy, you know." He smiled at me. I could see him holding back for a moment, and I could see the struggle against his lust twinkling in his eyes. "I know," I cooed in my sweet girlish voice. He was right, and yet that didn't change anything. Everything had been a whirl from the moment I'd been given this assignment. There wasn't any reason for that wild ride to stop just yet. I didn't let him get another word out. I planted another wet kiss right on his lips and gave his throbbing manhood a hard squeeze. I knew he wouldn't be able to hold onto his restraint for long. The only real question for me was just how I wanted things to go while I still had enough control of the situation to push things in the direction I wanted to go. His hands were still squeezing me tenderly and I was quickly melting into his touch. He was still letting me set the pace, and I moved to step things up. My hands made short work of the buttons on my blouse and I slid out of it with ease before I reached back to undo my bra. I wanted to feel his hands right on me, and he helped pull off the lacy cups. I sighed as he ran his fingers over my soft chest and squeezed my breasts. The sensation was uniquely feminine and I savored it for a moment before I continued. I had to slide off his lap so that I could work my way out of my skirt and already soaked panties. I felt a rush at being naked in front of him again. I'd never appreciated how exciting it could be to be so exposed with someone when you knew he loved every inch of your body. I had been nervous about being made into his ideal woman when I'd started this assignment, and now I was so glad that things had worked out that way. There wasn't any doubt that he liked everything he saw. Oswald took the opportunity to undress as well. Where I was somewhat wildly flinging clothes here and there, he was much more reserved. I had to fight down a giggle as he neatly piled up his clothes, but appreciated that he didn't go as far as folding them up. Even as horny as I was, I enjoyed watching him slowly reveal his sculpted flesh. It wasn't hard to get over any misgivings about my new attraction to men when I was around him. So there we were, standing naked next to what had been our dinner, staring passionately at each other. His hardness and the smell of my musk left no doubt what we both wanted. Still, we stood there, waiting until I finally broke the spell. I jumped at him, tossing myself into his arms, and letting our two bodies press together. He caught me just right, and held me close, my small frame pressed against his chest as he wrapped his hands around my ass to hold me up. I slid my arms around his neck and gave him another hearty kiss before I pulled back a bit and leaned over towards his ear. "Now, take me hard," I whispered into his ear in my best sultry voice. All the swirling emotions had come together into a raging desire for me. I needed him, and more than that, I craved the hard soul shattering power that only he seemed to be able to give me. I could feel his cock poking against my thighs and sometimes right between my legs. I was fully open, completely exposed, and ready for him to fill me to the brim. He squeezed my ass and slid one hand that much closer to my center and then sent a finger to slide along my wet slit. I let out a shuddering moan of pleasure as he did so. I quivered as he ran that finger all the way from the front of my folds to the back. I was easily dripping now, my whole body ready for what was to come, and he carried me away from the table towards a set of cushions a few steps away. I held on as he lowered us down. It wasn't so easy with me wrapped around his chest, but he managed it and I was now spread open and on my back. He kissed me again and I released his neck as he sent his hands running up and down my sides, rubbing and pressing into my flesh until I was cooing. All the while his cock was pressing into my slit, his full length rubbing along my wet folds until he was covered in my juices. Then he pulled back, and I could feel the tip of his cock slowly sliding down my folds, parting them as he moved into position. I shuddered in anticipation, eager for the coming moment of perfect completion. Just as I thought I couldn't wait any longer he broke our kiss, held me tight and thrust into me with a satisfied grunt. I cried out in ecstasy as soon as I felt his hardness stretching me open. I couldn't get enough of the sweet pleasure that came with that first satisfying penetration. The feeling of his cock parting my flesh and driving deeper always shook me to my core. I squeezed myself around him as he pressed deeper and gasped as he throbbed hard and thick inside me. It was a feeling like no other, and it was only the beginning. I pressed my hips up, helping him to drive to my furthest depths until my mound was grinding into the very base of his cock. Nothing could have prepared me for that feeling the first time, and I never grew tired of it now. "Oh, yes..." I whimpered as we pressed against each other, my softness wrapped around his hardness. It was intense and transitory. We both needed more, and the full tension of the day slammed into us and I gasped as we writhed together. "Now... fuck me... fuck me hard..." He heard my gasping please and I shuddered as his full length pulled back, nearly exiting my seething flesh. He held himself there for a moment, letting me writhe in restless anticipation before he drove in again. My whole body shook with pleasure as he stretched me open again. I pulled my legs open wide and pushed back against him until he was as deep as he could be. He pulled back again, and started thrusting. He began with long slow thrusts, allowing me to savor that wicked feeling of his flesh sliding into me as he stoked my fires hotter and hotter. His hips met mine over and over again as I moaned and gasped beneath him. I was soon panting, gasping for more and he delivered. He began pounding into me, harder and faster with every assault of his hips. I wrapped my legs around him now, unable to let him pull away. My chest heaved against his and we traded quick heated kisses as our bodies came together. We didn't need words. All we had to do was give in to our animal passions. We writhed together, our flesh becoming one. Every thrust was driving me further, and I squirmed and writhed beneath him, fighting to hold on as he pushed me towards my first peak. He must have known how close I was and he gave pounded into me hard until I felt the dam burst inside me and my whole body was awash in pleasure. While I was lost to the ecstasy of my release, he held me close, stroking and rubbing my sensitive bare skin. His hands slid over my thighs and up my waist. They never lingered, and only seemed to help the pleasure flow through me. I cooed, luxuriating in those feelings as his touch began to excite me again. I lifted my head to kiss him again, wet and passionately. He was still throbbing deep inside me and I knew we weren't nearly done yet. I started to squeeze down on him and ground against his hardness and he easily took the hint. Before I knew it, I was bent over the cushions and getting a good hard fucking from behind. It was hours before our passions finally ebbed. We took turns on top and turns on bottom. I lost track of how many times I'd manage to cum, and somehow he'd managed to keep going even after he came at least three times. I'd never felt more fully feminine than I did when we finally collapsed on a pile of cushions, panting and dripping with sweat. He had truly ravished me, and I knew I wasn't going to regret my decision. We stayed like that for a while, pressed against each other. At least until we recovered and started to notice the chill in the room. Then came the mad scramble for clothes as we both laughed at our silly selves. He didn't ask about my choice again and I never let him doubt my words. The following days were busy as we worked at truly establishing my new life. I gave an almost complete report back to the agency along with my resignation. They didn't need to know about the full effect of the rejuvenation process. I did tell them about Oswald's plan for a Mars colony as well as the fate of the missing agents. I was careful to tie everything together so that my successors wouldn't find anything that would require reopening the case. As far as the agency was concerned, Oswald was just a security minded industrialist with a crazy big project in the works. They'd still keep an eye on his activities, but unless they hired an analyst far better than me, they would feel the need to do more than that. Raikins was the hardest to tell. He'd done so well setting me up on this mission and helping me get started as a woman, it was hard to tell him I was leaving the agency. He took it well, and we promised to keep in touch, but somehow I knew that wouldn't really happen. I did my best to tell him how thankful I was for all he had done for me, just in case I was right. I soon had my own office a few floors down from Oswald's. I also had my own team. We had a big mission, to find a way to make the Mars colony work without messing up the whole human race again. I threw myself into the job with a determination that I'd never felt as an agent. As for Oswald, well, working on his pet project gave me plenty of excuses to have private meetings together. We shared a bed more often than not, and spent a lot of our free time together. I felt closer to him than anyone in my life. He was still a busy man with an empire to run, and I was along for the ride. I wasn't sure where the future would lead, but I was more than eager to find out. The End Thanks for reading! Like it? Hate it? Let me know at [email protected] Read about my current and upcoming stories at https://farleven.wordpress.com Consider supporting me so I can keep releasing new work here and get early access to early releases and my back catalog! Find out how - https://farleven.wordpress.com/support-farleven/