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I DON'T BELIEVE IN THAT CRAP "I am Colleen Finn. I am Colleen Finn. How did this happen?" Randy Irish is talking to himself. Looking at his overdressed wife, informing him he needs to stay in disguise. Interpol inspector Roule had taken a keen interest in Colleen Finn. The handsy inspector had made him uncomfortable. As it became clear that Inspector Roule has no inclination, he is Randy Irish; he understood that the inspector had designs on him. Standing in the foyer, he looks into the mirror. The long reddish-blond hair framing his expertly made-up face looks very pleasing. The flat- chested woman reflected at him speaks of innocence and raw sexuality. The confidence that Melany exudes is missing from this creature. Trim feminine legs travel up to a similar sheath dress; he likes Melany in looks very authentic. The matt pantyhose add a softness to the ensemble. Can the loss of his testicles have caused so much to change this quickly? "How the fuck am I in this situation?" he mumbles to himself. In quiet reflection, as he desperately tries to understand this bizarre turn of events, he slowly is coming out of shock. He hears Melany claim that Colleen Finn will be wed to the king of the little people. Her comment comes at a bad time. Becoming upset, being so out of control, he is further confused as Melany advances on him and kisses him passionately. She is drawn to this new shy creature. Rubbing Collen's legs with her own, Melany claims her superiority over the vulnerable woman standing in her home. It does not matter that this flat-chested attractive woman is her husband; she likes what she sees. Colleen melts into Melany's ministrations. Soon Colleen finds herself flat on her back on the master bed. Melany is climbing on top and rubbing her excited mate effectively. Melany tells her that she likes this new kinky game. Raising Colleen's arms above her head, she likes the added helplessness that tieing her sex partner's hands to the headboard brings about. Her freshly painted fingernails struggling against her new bonds is a real turn-on. Melany likes to be in control. About to protest, Colleen is silenced with another passionate kiss. Melany's tongue is probing deep. Randy had always enjoyed Frenching women, and now he was learning to appreciate receiving such treatment. One thing he always appreciated is when his partner would gently suck on his probing tongue. Dressed as he was, he decided to give it a go. Melany loved it. It is a sign of surrender, and it feels so fucking awesome to be in power. Eyes glazing over, Colleen is surprised that Melany has jerked away. He was really getting into sucking her tongue. This is the first time that he felt a connection during sex with his wife. It was a marriage of convenience, after all. She climbed down between his legs and lifted the bottom of his dress up. Pantyhose and panties down. Reaching between his smooth legs, she pulls her prize from its hiding place. It swells immediately. His struggling against the wrist bondage begins anew. She enjoys the display of helplessness. It gets her off. Taking his freed penis into her hot wet mouth, she makes sure it reaches its maximum girth. He can't move his hands, and the way his pantyhose and panties now hold his thighs together, she can't wait to milk him. Making sure his eyes are closed, She notices his eyes are decorated beautifully. She smiles at her private joke. There is nothing to milk. Colleen Finn is a hot babe. Her penis is wonderful. Large and silky, her man meat gives so much pleasure. Slowly at first, Melany fucks herself on her transformed husband's magnificent penis. In absolute control, she teaches Colleen to enjoy receiving what she is willing to give. She wants her husband to enjoy a new experience fully. If her calculations are correct, Randy, now Colleen, could deliver his excellent erect penis for another six months. If she starts the estrogen and progesterone now, he might still be suitable for the next three months. Inspector Roule is no fool, but Colleen is a good imitation of the real thing. Natural-looking boobs will undoubtedly add to her disguise. Randy starts bucking under Melany's slow raw ministrations. All of the new sensations become too much. It is a false orgasm, but it sure feels real. Melany has already had four orgasms herself. Her private conversations with herself revolved around what she still needed to do to Randy and the intense orgasms that happened along the way. "Darby O'Gill will be so satisfied with this one," Melany whispers into the air. She can tell Randy has hidden submissive streaks. The fucking and sucking of his tied form speaks volumes. She will be a willing fuck partner; she will only need to be trained up. She does believe she will miss this one. He isn't the most genuine person, but he does have some admirable qualities, she thinks to herself. Letting Colleen out of her bonds and helping to restore her persona, Melany tells her that she will only call her Colleen from now until the danger passes. Colleen shakes her head in agreement. What else can she do at this juncture? Fixing her makeup and adding a little more perfume, Melany is quite fond of her little creation. Colleen will need to be seen around town. Melany has kept her off balance and is now very satisfied. Her offering is intelligent, and she needs kit gloves to deliver what she must. It is a little disconcerting that Colleen is as good-looking as she is. That inspector Roule had taken a shine to her with Melany standing in the same room. The bitch will pay for that insult. Even if he does not suspect Randy Irish is here, he will be back. Interpol police is not a welcome visitor. Melany likes nothing less than dealing with government institutions. CHAPTER 6 That was hot. Melany has made being dressed as a girl most interesting. He never knew that sex could be like that. His loins are on fire. The pantyhose sexually add to the heat. He has changed. There is no choice, but this has all become comfortable in a short time frame. Walking around in feminine clothes and accessories changes everything. Randy was trying to make heads or tails of his new situation when he was taken. Someone that has always been on top of every situation suddenly gave control to more powerful entities. It wasn't supposed to feel good. The pantyhose do feel good. The heels changing the way he walks feels right. The makeup smells clean and feels nice. His hair is flowing free and adds to the deception that he is a woman. If you don't have testicles, are you female? Dressed as he is, it feels right to ask this question. There is nothing but female clothes now. Everything was burned. Randy Irish is no more. If he shows his face, it won't be a news conference clearing the way to freedom. It will be incarceration. The politicians will be in a position to hush him up. "No, oh god, the passwords to his accounts were in the suitcase lining," Melany fucked him. He hopes to remember a couple of them. Running to the kitchen, he opens the drawer to get a notepad and pen. Writing down a string of numbers, he hopes that he is correct. Not trusting cell phones, his passwords were saved in an old-school method. Melany's estate would be proud. Colleen is such a pleasant companion. Melany enjoys the view. Randy looks so at home in his new attire. His mannerisms are changing, and his gait is already wholly changed. Working around the kitchen suits him. Since the refrigerator has come to life, meals prepared by Colleen have improved. The feminine display so turns on Melany that Colleen is led to the bed-chamber. Being tied up while her meal probably burns is troublesome to the new female. It is only when Melany starts to entice sexual favors from Colleen that her attitude changes. The meal is forgotten. Colleen is in for a ride of her life. Melany is not interested in her comfort. She wants to bang someone. Colleen's face comes into contact with Melany's labia. She is completely tied this time. Wrists and ankles immobilize her. Cunnings have become a part of their sexual encounters. In short order, Melany is bouncing on Colleen's dick. It is a hard wham, bam. Thank you, mam. Melany is not satisfied. She pulls on her harness right in front of Colleen. Gathering a collection of tools, she displays options to her lover. Colleen will soon discover if she enjoys taking it in the ass. Attaching something much bigger than Colleen feels comfortable with, Melany undoes the ankle bonds. Colleen soon finds her legs draped over Melany's shoulders. Her high heels are pointing to the ceiling. The vision of her wife's hair cascading all over her raised legs shrouded in pantyhose is such a turn-on as she worries about being penetrated for the first time. Melany's long painted fingernails slightly dig into Colleen's soft feminine legs. The look on Melany's face is determination. Colleen is about to find out for real what being a woman is all about. Melany's toy is pressing on her back passage. Slowly opening, Colleen is advised to relax. That monster is entering her. Thank God Melany put lube on her invader. The pounding she just received worries, Colleen. But Melany is exceedingly gentile. Slowly in and out, Colleen becomes a woman. "Time for a shot," Melany lets Colleen know before she releases her. The removal of your balls has the effect of needing to replace your hormones. Dogs and cats are ok without hormones, but people need them. Having just been impaled on a giant dildo, Collen hardly felt the shot. She noticed the exceptionally long time it took Melany to get the viscous material into her ass. Collen hoped that getting her testosterone replaced will stop her muscles from dissipating. Within a week, she will be complaining about itchy breasts. Melany has just administered Colleen's first strong dose of female hormones. The control over another's future turns her on so much. Randy is going to be such a hot bitch. Her man is in pantyhose, castrated, and now full of hormones, not to mention all of his passcodes in her safe, and he thinks he is so intelligent. Melany can't wait for him to develop sexy breasts. She hopes to avoid implants, but she will wait and see. Fantasizing about latching onto his new breast and riding his pole, Melany hoped that his erections would last. He is such a good fuck. Releasing her plaything and sexual conquest, Melany cuddles and reassures Colleen. She is rubbing her silky legs with her foot while snuggling in around her feminine stud. She engulfs him in a reassuring embrace. She wants to make sure that he feels supported after having his rosebud taken. The tool laying across his thigh moves back and forth as Melany slowly lowers and raises her foot up and down the soft material, stimulating his smooth skin. Soft kisses distract the beautiful flat chested shemale. Lipstick softly entangles together, slightly pulling as the kissing becomes more passionate. Randy has been through so many changes, Melany wants her husband to accept the new reality and enjoy it. Not possessing testicles and being forced to hide from Interpol police, she hopes to teach him that there are different ways to enjoy what they still have. Kissing Collen's soft lipstick-covered lips and slightly rubbing his left nipple while continuing the leg massage with her foot, she is surprised to feel his penis rise to the occasion. The look on her innocent lover's face lets her know Colleen wants something more. "Will you trust me?" Colleen nods a cautious yes. Pulling back, Melany has Colleen get up on all fours. Kneeling on the bed, wearing an expensive sheath dress, she looks back over her shoulder as Melany takes a dominant position behind her. At some point her panties were removed. Melany raises the dress exposing Colleen's backside covered in pantyhose. As Melany tears the pantyhose allowing access to Colleen's boy pussy, a nervous Colleen turns her head forward and down. Her strawberry blond hair falls around her face. Some stick to her lipstick. A tense hand shakingly removes her hair, sticking to her lips. It seems a long moment of anticipation. While the bed is moving with the added weight of Melany getting into position, Colleen notices the heaviness of the large quantities of mascara coating her lashes. She had no idea that her lashes were so long. Without mascara, this is something males would never notice. Looking through her coated lashes that now invade her peripheral vision, she takes in her slender fingers covered with deep red nail polish. The taste of the lipstick momentarily distracts. Suddenly Melany uses her nails to run and scrape the inside of Colleen's thighs. She started at the inside of her lover's knees and added pressure as she raised them to the delicate juncture between Colleen's ass and where his balls used to hang. Moving her hands to where womanly hips will someday soon be, Melany makes ready to start fucking her quivering partner. Entering much easier this time, Melany slowly buries her tool into a receptive vessel. As she entered, Colleen's head raises back with heightened arousal. Her decorated fingers dig into the sheets for support. As soon as Colleen drops her face to the bed surface, stretching her arms all the way forward in surrender, Melany lets go of her hips and starts to stroke her ankles right above the sexy heel's top strap. She is almost immediately rewarded with Colleen pushing back on her large tool. Yes, Colleen is going to be one hot bitch. She enjoys her perspective as Colleen brushes her hair off her face while keeping time to her thrusts. It amazes her how easily this creature has changed. CHAPTER 7 True to her first guess, it is a week to the day that Colleen started absentmindedly itching her chest. The season has changed, and things are slightly warmer. Burlap covering windows wetted down will not work to cool the house until the air is dryer and a breeze presents itself. Lighter clothes are the only remedy available to the women of this house for now. Inspector Roule is coming up the path. He is sorry to bother them at this early hour, but evidence has been unearthed that points to witnesses claiming to see Randy Irish headed to this property. That and it can not be overlooked that the fugitive is the legal husband of Melany. While laying out the reason for his visit, the inspector kept getting distracted by Colleen rubbing her budding nipples. He usually is not attracted to flat-chested women, but Colleen is not your average lass. It seems that she is going through very late puberty. Her legs are to die for, long, slim, and very shapely. Melany notices the inspector's desires and prompts Colleen to act on them. Colleen, seeing Melany's body language, catches on and becomes increasingly demure. It is her ass on the line. Sitting somewhat close to the inspector, she crosses her legs and accidentally rubs her nylon-clad leg against the inspector. "Oh, I'm so sorry, inspector," as her manicured fingers land on his thigh to reassure her apology. The awkward moment is very effective. A flustered inspector asks to question Colleen in private. Melany gracefully takes her leave. Eyes meeting and still sitting quite close, the inspector claims something very familiar about her eyes. As he starts to ponder the statement he just vocalized, Colleen is very fearful he is about to put two and two together. She leans in and kisses Roule square on the lips. Hesitantly pulling back, eyes still closed for effect, Colleen holds the pose for a few seconds. When she slowly opens her eyes and embarrassedly cast them down, seeming to be innocence personified. A delighted man pulls her into a robust kiss. She is drawn into a body hug and almost being deprived of oxygen, and Colleen is surprised her bent back pole is reacting to being treated so affectionately. When he starts to squeeze and rub her thigh, she has an orgasm. The combination of the hair-free skin and manipulations through silky pantyhose does something to her. Roule is now having his probing tongue sucked on softly in response. The two are becoming hot and bothered. Roule asks Colleen to accompany him to the local pub to "continue the Interrogation." He claims that hopefully, in a few hours, everything will be cleared up. Corn beef and cabbage with a bland carrot, Colleen, is surprised that this is not just an American version of bad bland food. The disappointing meal is more than made up for in most excellent spirits. The serving wench is something that Randy would have tried to pick up. Now, minus all the fun curves, he is a desirable target. And Roule, fast becoming a little lit, let his true feeling be known with his body language and roaming hands. Colleen will need to take matters into her own hands pretty soon, or the cat will be out of the bag. Colleen wonders if it is the alcohol or if the situation has become desperate back in the rented vehicle as she sucks off the driver. She will be the woman she looks like to avoid a terrible fate. Roule has one hand on the steering wheel and one gently riding on the top of all that lovely strawberry blond hair. A bump in the road causes exciting movements. Roule can not help but run his fingers through her luscious hair. Her lipstick that she refreshed after the meal and leaving my shot glasses stamped with her lovely imprint made an inspector wonder if lip prints were the equivalent of fingerprints. She definitely will need to refresh her lipstick again. "Oh God, oh god, oh Colleen, you sexy woman, thank you, thank you, oh," He watched to see if she can swallow. Right afterward, Roule coming down, has a strange response for receiving what he so wanted. He wanted to be sucked off. He wanted for her to sallow. But when she did, he, for some reason, is repulsed by someone willing to perform such a debasing act. In his mind eye, it is not an act of love or admiration. It is debasing and below his stature. He lifts the sexy woman back to a seated position and does up his pants. A scream follows. The breaks are at first pressed too hard, causing more pain. Colleen is confused. She never heard of an orgasm causing extreme pain. Looking over to Roule, his face is bordering shock. "What is happening, Roule?" Reaching for the door handle as the car is almost stopped, he points to his lap. Looking, Colleen raises her delicate hand to cover her mouth. Roule's almost complete length of silky soft skin is captured in a bloody zipper. The lipstick does make it worse than it is but God, it is bad. "Get out, right now," Roule demanded! Colleen understood he needed help and exited the car to lend aid. She is surprised to see him take off. What a fucking dick that puta is, Colleen thinks to herself. It serves him right. She hopes gangrene sets in. Then she realizes if it does, he will be in a similar situation that she now finds herself in. The whisky was top-notch, and she hopes the bill was horrendous. Now she regrets her limited view as they traveled. If she is not mistaken, it is a little over a mile back to the estate from where she was dumped off. Arriving home, a little tipsy still, Colleen relayed her story in full. She might have omitted several details, but the whisky was quite strong. Melany offered womanly advice, and they then shared a shower, followed by Colleen having her new condition reinforced. Two hours of "lovemaking" was gentle and reaffirming. A sobering Colleen felt much better reliving the instant karma that befell that pig. The good news is that Melany felt that inspector Roule would not be back anytime soon. Melany handed her mate a new neglige and added perfume to cover the smell of fresh sex. They were soon asleep in each other's arms. CHAPTER 8 "Melany, something is wrong with the hormones," Colleen informed her. Collen is concerned that she is growing breasts. The testosterone is not helping her muscles, and her ass seems bigger. If he is not mistaken, he has even shrunk a half-inch. Melany seems to know what she is talking about when she informs Colleen that a period of adjustment is needed before the desired effects will be achieved. Your body may be having an adverse reaction to the corrective medicine. She suggests upping the dose to alleviate these troubles. It is decided that she will go into town and buy a pellet gun and a higher dose of the hormones. It is so nice to have someone that cares for Colleen's well-being. Colleen also appreciates that she has let up on all of the bullshit about little people. When she returns, Melany suggests a relaxing long hot shower. Or even a nice long soak in the tub. If the skin is soft and supple, the pellets will go in with less pain. A bubble bath is decided upon. Melany helps to re-shave every inch of Colleen. She is impressed with the development that the hormones have started. The scented bath is pervasive as the steam from the water evaporates. Melany's project is coming along very well. Out of the tub and naked Colleen, receives two shots in the ass. Melany apologizes for the pain that will follow as two more pellets are sent home just into the bottom of her developing breasts. Colleen is on her way to becoming a fully developed woman. Her muscle mass is similar to any woman. Her ass has already started to take on the classic form. Small breasts hint at full development. Four months later, Melany is back at it. A primarily developed Colleen shakes her head at Melany's display. Colleen is not any longer considered going through late puberty. She is a sexy woman. And being married to a crazy bitch is no longer holding interest for her. Yes, Melany can still rock her boat. She no longer can access her stolen money, but the joint bank account is full of malpractice suit settlement funds. It was the malpractice against her that netted the cash. She, after all, is the one who had her balls stolen from her. There is one car, the only time Colleen can go to empty the bank is when Melany is in town. Fortunately, a pretty Irish lass can make friends and procure favors from the neighbors, especially the single men. What is one more blow job? She likes the way his scrunched-up face stares at her well-developed chest. Henry doesn't have all that much sperm. Unlike Colleen, when Henry had an accident, his doctor removed the damaged nut. If things had been reversed, Henry might have been giving Randy this nice blow job displaying her developed chest instead. As it is, Henry is receiving a fantastic job of it. Colleen is gifted. She hopes to be long gone when rumors start flying about her. Men talk, well they brag. And if they can bag a divine-looking lass, then they will brag all the more. She knows how she looks, innocent, pure, spilling out of her top; the thought of her image makes her nipples restrict. Sucking loudly in and out along his penis, she enjoys her stocking-clad legs rubbing each other. His little girl-like sounds are music to her ears. He explodes, and she swallows the small amount and says, "let's go." Standing by Henry's car holding her suitcase full of money, Colleen is obliged to kiss her gentleman friend goodbye. Henry is a good kisser. He holds her tight and seems to have fallen in love with Colleen. Either that or he was reenacting something he had seen in some romantic movie. He was doing a good imitation. Colleen forgot what she was trying to accomplish and suddenly is lost in the moment--finding herself gently sucking on Henry's tongue. Her breasts react, and her smaller than before penis is swelling. She involuntarily raises on her toes. CHAPTER 9 Melany is back. This one was smarter than the others she observes. "He didn't make it, though, did he?" Two suitcases lay on the bed. Opening the larger, she is saddened. Colleen had such good taste in clothes. She knows without opening it what the other suitcase contains. She opens her safe and adds it to its content. Looking at Randy's passcodes, she thinks that she will handle that later. She liked this one. Sure it started a little rough. But like most tomcats, once the balls are removed, everything leftover is smooth and silky. Colleen had become so innocent and demure. She liked that in her lesbian lovers. And this one turned out better looking than the others. Now she wished she didn't openly talk about the fairy people. Maybe if she didn't, Colleen would not have tried to bolt. Once the rabbit runs, the chase is on, and everything is fair game. A deal is a deal. It is going to be a noisy night. The sound of a coyote playing with its meal is the best description she can think of. Oh, she needed to go back upstairs and see which outfit Colleen is stuck in. Which one is missing. "Oh God, she must have fucked the neighbor." The fuck-me pumps and raunchy green and silver dress were missing. She liked how the ruffles framed those too sexy thighs. Her breasts were almost indecent in that dress. Checking the accessories, she was glad at least she must have used the matching hair ribbons. That look is so classically Colleen. "Is she here" Melany whispers. "Is it safe to talk?" "Yes, my lass, we can talk, and may I say you outdid yourself this time." "Please give her back. I love her." This is something that makes Darby O'Gill irate. A deal is a deal especially with the little people. The king of the little people played by the rules. When Melany lost her parents, and he revealed himself to her, they struck up a friendship. Both filled something missing in the other's life. Melany was a high-spirited child but had a heart of gold. Even back then, something drew you in. When she learned of the plight of the little people, she suggested a child's solution. They needed women, but did not care for the problem that they bring when children become involved. The life span is so long that childhood lasts several hundred years, indeed a burden. Just breastfeeding lasts forty years. Melany had educated Darby about transvestites and transexuals. The king was not to be trifled with. Stretching the truth is his game. This young thing was trying to pull his leg so hard; he thought she intended to make him full size. When she produced pictures, he set a deal. The little people will make it so that she can keep her land. It would be accomplished through advice and persuasion. In return, Melany will supply "females" to the little people. When she came of age, the supply of females was not straightforward. Her childhood deal has been met on the side of Darby. Not only that, but he is her dearest friend. She desperately did not want to let him down. You can not have people disappear to meet your needs. It would be best if you found people who have disappeared and therefore can go missing. Randy was such a person. Criminals that can hide as females are what she needed. Back when all this started, she made the game much more involved. This impressed Darby; he knew he liked this child. Negotiations are something to live for. She intended to keep one of her dollies. She liked the idea of transforming someone. She had hoped Colleen was going to fill those shoes. "I know it goes against your grain, but you live such a long time. Even now, I see signs that I am growing older. Life is something you have no power over. I have given you ten women already, don't begrudge me this one." Becoming lonely, Melany made her case. The king took pity on his friend. Alas, it is to late. The king of the little people is bound by the rules agreed upon. He can not grant Melany her request. He can, however, let her see her latest creation. He called Colleen. In walked the most beautiful, sensual, demure, and sexy little woman. Seven inches high in her skyscraper heels, Colleen is now filled out like a barbie doll. The proportions were astounding. Darby likes them ultra-feminine. Her strawberry blond hair is now down to her ass. Her eyelashes are twice as thick. High cheekbones and an ass that screams fuck me. The shiny pantyhose looked so luxurious. And those heels, God, they are sexy. Not very practical, but so sexy. "Please, is there no way I can have her back?" The answer is still no. This made Darby sad. Melany is a friend. They have a deal, and she has never tried to take advantage of him. A little inspiration, and Darby agrees that from time to time, Melany can play with Colleen. Picking up the sexy little person is a new thing; little people get very insulted if picked up. Rubbing her legs brings about a response. Colleen was very reactive. When she slightly presses on her more significant breasts, milk drips out. Looking at her friend, he is prompted to inform that the natural little females enjoy having a wet nurse. And if he were still a baby, what a wet nurse. Carefully placing Colleen down on her choice of heels, Melany asks Darby O'Gill if she can watch the deflowering. Colleen starts to beg to be a regular size woman again. She will stay and be an excellent companion to Melany. "Then why did you leave?" An angry and betrayed Melany quips. "No, you made your decision, and a deal is a deal." "I demand to see her deflowering." Melany wanted to know why it was always so loud. Darby seems a little embarrassed. Talking to the adult Melany is one thing, but memories of an innocent child still cloud his mind. "They are hung like a chihuahua," Colleen screams. She is afraid they will cut her in half. Melany grins. She has made her peace with the deal. It is incredible how much Colleen sounds like a rabbit screaming for its life. A natural little woman is holding a hungry baby, waiting for Darby to finish. Melany is so turned on watching the new little sex bomb being rocked off her high heels. She can't wait to see the hungry little tyke latch onto those full breasts. She wonders if Colleen will get that special feeling when a suckling baby drinks her bounty. Better luck next time, Melany thinks to herself.