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Janine Thomas sat bewildered. Thrown. Here she was, dressed for a peaceful Saturday of shopping, VCR movies, and relaxing. Her slightly faded jeans were pressed. Her tennis shoes a relatively new white and her blue polo shirt neatly pressed. Then this happened. She sat with her right leg tucked under her rear, her left on the floor as she leaned forward to her friend Mitchell Conners. Mitchell had that bleary eyed look that one gets when they have spent the better part of an early morning awake, not sleeping. His was a troubled soul. He had to get something off his chest. It was killing him to live a lie, to be somebody he knew in his heart he could not be. He was miserable. His dear friend since childhood, Janine had always been supportive. He was counting on that now. Nobody knew this secret which held his heart. He was shaking as he continued the conversation. "...And so I came to the conclusion that this desire was real. That it was me! That my whole life was a lie. I want to be a woman. I want to live the rest of my life as one. I can't stand being a man. It's too hard. The pressure, the image of being tough, living as though I was encased in armor. But my damn shrink says 'no' - like he knows better." "Slow down Mitchell, it's okay. I always wondered why you were withdrawn in school. You've been carrying this around all these years?" "Yeah. Five years ago, when we graduated I thought I could get it under control. That once I got a career going, I would move on to other things. Women, work, hobbies... a fulfilling life. But this urge grew and grew. I've discovered an entire network of others online. They are doing something about it in their lives, and I want to do the same in mine. So I went to the psychologist last month, we started meeting once a week. But he says that I can't undergo the hormone therapy because it is merely a delusional fantasy. Not the real me!" "Do you er... dress...? I mean in women's clothes?" "Believe it or not, only once or twice. And I looked ridiculous. A slightly chubby pale white guy in a dress. I laughed so hard I cried. I just figured that if I really lost some weight, really worked on it, I could at least 'pass' as a 'handsome' woman. But now it's a lost cause. And this was the only shrink around here that deals with this issue." "I understand, it has to hurt. What are you going to do?" "I don't know, I just don't know. I wish there were a way. You know, just be changed. None of this therapy crap... just in one brilliant instant... VIOLA! PRESTO! I'm a babe. I've read stories about it, but I'm a realist. It won't ever happen." Tears welled in the yes. He looked down. His friend's gentle hand went under his chin. A warm smile on her face. "Mitch, honey, I know it hurts now. But there has to be a reason for it. Maybe down the road you can help another. I don't know, not now, but there is always a reason for this stuff." A smile came to her face. It would warm any man's heart. "Tell me though, what kind of woman would you like to be, tell me why you think I got the better deal? Are you gay?" "No!! I mean... I could see myself doing it with a guy... as a woman. No other way. No, it's the idea of living in a soft feminine world. You all have it better, whether or not you would admit to it, you do." "How so?" A bit of surprise entering her voice. "Oh, you have better choices. I mean you don't HAVE to pursue a career. You can find a guy who will take care of you. Live the life of a kept woman. You CAN have a career - without a bunch of societal bullshit about being macho, striving to be in charge. There are positions like being a secretary, just an assistant, or that type of thing. I mean, you can make money at them, and you don't have to feel like being in charge." "Ah, think it's that simple? It isn't, but from your lifetime of male thinking I can see how you would think that to be the case." "How so?" "Well, you guys can be real shitheads. Finding a decent one to 'take care of you' is not that easy. Sure, it can be done, but then you have to hope that economics will allow you to be kept... if that is something you want to do. I couldn't imagine being stuck in a house all day, my only thoughts being on taking care of a man or his kids. But that's just me. "Next, it sucks sometimes - really sucks - being a woman in the workplace. You may be bright, you could be the best at what you do, but you always are being looked at by somebody, at sometime, everyday, as an object of sexual desire. "I mean it might just be the happily married guy looking at your legs despite a conservative dress, and fantasizing in his mind about doing you. Or it could be the openly lecherous boss ogling you when you're trying to make a point. And those jobs? Well, sure, some do make a decent living at them, but they can become brainless. You see better ways to do things and have no control over them. Some egotistical twit decides to do it his way. You have tits and therefore are just a lowly secretary with no real understanding of doing business." Janine rose and went to the fridge. She pulled a bottle of white wine and a couple of glasses from the cabinet. As she returned to the table she handed them to her friend. She continued her speech. Her friend poured the wine. "Look, being seen that way can get tiresome. You don't see it, but it makes you feel less than somebody else. Mitch, it is NOT easy." "All right, I can see your point, but to me, that stuff would be a welcome change from having to act like the tough guy. Plus, there are just the lifestyle issues. I mean it is softer I suppose, more comfortable. Like your choice of clothes, and the fact that your bodies match them." "Ah, like spending hours looking good for work? Sure, I like to take pride in my appearance, but it's work... it's a skill. And some of that stuff looks good, but it gets damn uncomfortable. How did it make you feel when you wore it? Just curious." She rose and went foraging through her pantry as she waited for the answer. "Well, the pantyhose were wild, so smooth. The heels, I loved how they made me look. 'Course everything above the legs looked stupid, but it felt lighter, more comfortable. But face it, I don't match hat image, so I felt stupid." "Pantyhose? Comfortable? Try wearing them in July when the damn air conditioning isn't quite keeping the office cool enough. Try a bra with a pair of these." She motioned towards her breasts, "They pull, push, and get hot." "Well, you see it that way, but to me, I would welcome that price of admission. I would willingly put up with that if I could be a woman." Mitchell poured more wine as she sat with a bag of chips. "I mean, ha! If I could be a woman I would revel in that stuff you say is a pain. I know it would make me happy." "All right, I'm getting tipsy here, so tell me," Janine said, giggling, "What kind of woman would you want to be... I mean the whole shebang, tell me everything. Let's get it out. This is fun." Mitchell smiled and chuckled. This was fun. He felt as though a huge weight had been removed from his shoulders. He poured a fourth glass of wine for each of them, and with the buzz going strong in his now slightly giddy mind, continued. "All right!" Leaning forward, "First, I want the stereotype. I want to be seen as a potential piece of ass!" Janine laughed and leaned forward, a bit of Chablis dribbling down her lips. She licked them and smiled. "A blond... the shocking white-haired kind" "It's called 'platinum,' big guy." "Well that then. And skin that was smooth and could tan easily. I have been pale all my life that's why I do not go running gleefully to the beach with you. I'm very self conscious about my pale self." "Always wondered, but don't you think that you would find it odd being seen as a tan beach bunny type?" "Nah, hell, I would wear bikinis all the time! Why? Because I would have an ass and legs to die for, and really big tits!" "Oh jeez. This IS a man's fantasy, but it is fun." "Long nails. I'd always paint them bright obnoxious colors, and my feet would look delicate would be able to go barefoot a lot, and wear comfortable shoes." "Oh yeah, like five inch heels?" "Yeah... burp... 'scuse me... I would wear clothes that made other women jealous and guys drawl. I would be free to be the real me! No more confining myself in male armor. Open, giggly, and act ditzy. That way I would not be expected to be serious. Just go about my work. Say an executive secretary." "All right, but you would have to work your way to that point. And being seen that way has a price tag - but I won't burst your bubble. You're rolling." "Yeah, and I would have to find a way to be forced into staying this way. Really get the entire experience. Then I would know for sure." "That you would... Say, where on the net do you find all these stories that put these ideas in that male brain of yours?" There was laughter as another bottle was opened, a computer fired up, and two friends began an afternoon online. There was a lot of laughter as they read through the stories. Janine was struck by how it all seemed to be tales of men being 'forced' to be women, but really liking it. She figured it was the authors. "Damn, wish I really had a sex drive like these girls get. You really think we got it better in that department? Or is it just the exotic aspect of being something different?" "Both. Let me guess, you are going to lecture me on how hard it is with sex, too?" "No, but it can have much greater consequences. I think we would both agree to that. Look Mitch, this is a nice fantasy, but I really don't think you have the whole picture here. Not that it matters. I am sure you'll figure this thing out, sooner or later. I mean you're a good looking guy, got a decent job, nice apartment... and a gorgeous best friend." "That I do. Well, like I said, this is magical-fantasy stuff and it sure isn't reality. More wine?" "Yeah. Hey! Let's order a pizza. I'm hungry, and it's already four. What a way to spend a Saturday. Drunk, reading internet fiction." "I'm already dialing." So the two talked about life, jobs, men and women for two more hours. Mitchell found some peace of mind and began to return his thoughts to more manly pursuits. They watched the tube, drank more and more, confessed all to each other and laughed. It was going on seven when Mitch noticed an ugly figurine sitting on Janna's shelf. "What the hell is that thing?" "Oh, just a little gothic thing I picked up at a flea market on my trip to Australia last year. I thought I showed it to you. It's supposed to bring good luck. One's heart's desire. All bullshit, but it does look cool." "Yeah, hey ugly thing, change my life, make me a babe. Everything I've talked to Janine about... give me my new life." The two, now extremely drunk, passed out after laughing nearly an hour straight. They slumbered through the night. Janine had managed to make it to her bed, Mitchell to the couch. As he slept, a glow began to emit from the ugly statue. It formed into a brilliant blue light, and in the form of some sort of smoke-like gas, it crept through the air towards Mitchell. It enveloped his sleeping body. Slowly it worked under his clothing. He was soon saturated in the light, sleeping all the while it happened. The light went to work on his head first. White hair, thick, wavy white hair began to spring from his scalp. It grew out flowing like a river down the shoulders, strands covering the top of his chest. The flow continued towards the small of his back. The shapes of the face softened, losing the manly chin, the rugged nose, and then large ears. These features gently reshaped, leaving no doubt it was the face of an attractive young woman. The lips became puffy; the eye sockets smaller but with a wider looks. His hazel turned blue, nearly violet. Likewise, his skin pigment changed. from white to a light tan color. The workings of the light continued downward. The throat slimmed into a graceful neck; his shoulders lost the girth of muscle, as they became narrow and slender. His arms lost the biceps of a not-so-dedicated weightlifter and replaced themselves with limber, long limbs. They had a very slight firm look to them, but were hardly imposing. The body hair above the waist vanished where appropriate and thinned elsewhere. His hands went from chubby to graceful, and the nails grew out. A slight cracking sound indicated the light had moved to the torso. First rearranging the inside. Then moving outward. All of this was hidden beneath Mitchell's clothing. The shirt was already becoming baggy. He slumbered on, unaware of the alterations being made. The torso took on the curves of a woman, the chest expanded. Large natural breasts sprouted, the nipples enlarged. His chest became a fantasy of his ultimate symbol of womanhood. All the while, the waist trimmed down to a small, firm tummy. Ripped but not manly. He moved a little as his hips expanded in width, then contracted to form the shapely ass of a vixen. He murmured in a higher than normal octave as the light smoothed his legs, reshaped the contours, and dissolved his penis into a vagina. He seemed to toss almost annoyed as the ankles cracked became delicate and the feet reshaped. He still dozed. His wallet became a purse; his prized V8 Mustang changed colors from black on black to yellow on white. His stick became an automatic and his moon roof a convertible top. He slumbered on. The light went quickly into the guest bedroom, changing the d?cor from an office into a roommate's pad. White and pink floral, a new wardrobe, and other accessories were all added. The light then passed on to Janine, entering her mind, then exiting. It finished its' work and settled back into the statue. When the glow subsided, the statue vanished, leaving only a decayed, aging scrap of paper behind to mark its former place. Janine rose first. She feared a hangover but was pleasantly surprised to find her body was free of the usual soreness and pain she expected after an all-night bender. Then some new thoughts hit her, and a pleasant if not mischievous grin came across her face. She bounded from the bed, still in her jeans, ran to the den of the apartment, and held her hand to her mouth as she held in her laughter. Sprawled out on the couch was now a young sleeping big-chested blond. It had been Mitchell, but now he looked like a gorgeous woman sleeping in clothes six sizes too big. She smiled as she sat. Her mind was being filled with thoughts from the night's visitor. Janine would watch over Mitchell, make sure she complied with her fantasy. She smiled wider when she thought of how fun it was going to be to see her dearest friend navigate life as a bombshell. She made coffee as her new roomie turned on her side. It had been half an hour and three cups of coffee since she noticed the changes when Mitchell started to wake. Childish groans could be heard from 'her' throat. One of her now ill-fitting size ten sneakers fell off her socked foot. Its thud opened the eyes. They were wide eyes. The look of utter amazement was more a natural state than one of realization. Without thinking, Mitchell swung his feet to the carpet. He noticed that one foot had no shoe. He leaned over and started to look. He stopped. As he did, he failed to notice his friend looking at him. Waiting to see his reaction. She had the expression of a gift-giver waiting for a reaction. Mitchell realized that a whole lot of flesh had just swung against his shirt. At the same exact moment, his hair flopped in front of his face, and he felt the bagginess in his waist. He looked at his now extended hand. Then quickly back to his chest. He had an adult reaction... "Shit!! What the hell has happened to meeeeeeeeeeeeee!!" The high pitched voice sent a brief pain in Janna's spine, then she moved to help her friend. "I'm here honey, I'm here. You got your wish! You're a woman. Just like the one you wanted to be." "Aaa...!? This can't be... I ... it was... shit... my voice... I'm beautiful... I'm a woman!" "Yes, all of 21 years old. Just think, you can be and do all those things you wished for!" "H... h... ow?" "The ugly statue, it's gone, but it changed you. It was, well, I'm not sure, but it left a note." She gave the paper to the trembling hands of the confused looking blond. "You have the new life you wished for. Hope it is EVERYTHING you wished for... Because it's permanent." Stunned, Mitchell dropped the note; it vanished on contact to the rug. "Now, we have to get you out of those silly man clothes and into something more suitable to a woman like you." Mitchell looked at her. Her pants lost their slight grip on her hips and fell to her ankles. She smiled as she saw her legs. Looked back at the mirror, saw her reflection and nearly shouted. "Yes!!" Janine smiled to herself as her former male friend admired the body he now inhabited. The pain he had shown earlier in the day had vanished. She sat on the bed as he turned and admired his young perfect figure. In her mind however, she had misgivings. The shrink that denied him the treatment was probably right. He had incomplete, shallow fantasy about being a woman. The 'light' that passed through her last night had told her he would have to live his fantasy. She was not sure what that meant, other than he now looked like a very beautiful blond ditz. That aspect was a little hard to accept. Mitchell was a cautious conservative and intelligent guy. Now he looked utterly amazed, totally sexual, and sounded like an airhead. The worst of it was that he wasn't acting, it was simply the make-up of his new body. As she sat, Mitchell looked at his enormous breasts. They were of course natural, so they hung low without a bra. The new woman kept admiring her figure. While she did Janine busied herself with finding something for her to wear. She had friends coming over for a cookout and did not want a nude bimbo meeting them at the door. She scolded herself for those thoughts. This was still the guy she really admired, just in a different body. As she went through 'his' dresser she became concerned. None of the clothes were what you would call 'conservative.' She saw quickly that Mitchell would have no choice in his appearance, and that while it held fantasies for him now, it would become old. More to the point, she had to tell him the rest. The 'catch 22' of his little fantasy. He would go back to work in two days. She was glad he had a job, but would be working in the secretary's pool at a manufacturing company. The company, 'Marirec,' made boats and fishing, hunting, and other sporting goods. It was a mostly male company. She knew Mitchell was going to be the piece of ass at least in image, that he dreamed of... like it or not. She kept looking through the drawers and the closet. Mitchell interrupted. "Well, what are we going to do? I mean what should I do?" Janine thought. She really did not want her work friends to see her new roomie yet. They were a little snobbish, and Mitchell had no clue how his looks were going to effect other people. Add to that he was not ready to have men look at him the way there were going to look at him, so she 'punted.' "Mitchell, I got this cookout, I want to keep it low-key, so how about you go out? I know it's not the best thing, but this is a little... overwhelming. They'll be here around one. Make you a deal. Why don't you put on something, I'll help you, then you can run to the salon and have your nails done - maybe do a little shopping." "Cool! But alone? The first day?" "Nothing to it. Here, sit down. Panties." Mitchell took the offered white cotton thong and pulled it on. He turned in the mirror. Grinning that clueless grin he had been given. "Feels a little funny having this cloth in my butt, but they feel so snug." As he stood, Janine unclipped a bra and came behind her. "Here, you are gonna HAVE to wear this. You have DD knockers there, bud. Slide your arms in here, and now reach around back. Now, snap that end into the other. Good." "Ah," Mitchell giggled. "This one kind of pulls. Maybe it's too small? I mean, I don't know, I guess it's too uncomfortable." "Well, you'll see, but that's a perfect fit. And look, it really pushes the cleavage up. Now, I think a skirt will be in order." "Hey Janine, how about we take it slow. Some jeans maybe? Pair of sneakers?" "You have some jeans, but I don't think they are the kind you want to wear to the mall?" She held the two pair of extremely short cut-offs up. Mitchell crinkled his face. "Slacks?" "Haven't seen any. Here, this is just a short little sundress. Nice and yellow with some flowers on it. Just step into it, and lose those stupid black socks. " Mitchell complied and was soon looking at himself again. His tan needed work, but he was feeling giddy looking at his new found form. "Come on, let's get you made up." Mitchell sat, Janine taught, and in less than hour an even more stunning woman stepped from the bathroom. "Now, can you remember how to do that? I'll show you more as we go along, but for now you ought to be okay." "Shoes?" "Yeah, here. I'm not going to put you in heels, but these should do the trick today." She tossed a pair of thong sandals on the carpet and watched as Mitchell frowned but slipped his delicate feet into them. As she followed Janine out of the room she took notice of how thin the dress felt, how the air swirled around her, and how ... bare it all felt. Janine was holding a purse. "All right, you have a new name. Tanya Kyle, your checking account has the equivalent of your old assets, about ten grand. You should use most of that for retirement investments, but for now, spend a little. I want you to go to the mall... Tanya... have a manicure and pedicure. Your hair is fine. Then, run to the grocery store, pick this stuff up." She handed the young woman a list, "Get whatever else you need, and come back around four-thirty. If you want, rent us a couple of videos. I have to work in the morning; you go to Marirec the day after tomorrow. Sound like a plan?" "Yeah, I suppose. I'm a little nervous, but let's do it." Tanya walked out the front door. The warm air hit her exposed skin. It seemed a little warmer than usual. As she walked down the stairs she became aware of how her breasts were bouncing. Not horribly so, but there was a jiggle in her chest. Her hips, well they seemed to have a much different sway tot hem. It was as if her center of gravity was different. The hem of the skirt swished on her thighs making her feel as though it would fly up and expose her panties with the slightest breeze. She grimaced a bit at her now yellow Mustang, as she put the keys in the lock. She plopped down and realized her skirt was bunched under her ass. Laughing she arched her back and smoothed it under her rear. She cranked the car. She drove out of the apartment complex, excited and feeling wonderful. She snuck looks at her body as she drove. The mall was just down the road, she pulled in and parked. She was halfway across the parking lot when she realized she had left her purse. She turned and went back to the car. Her ensemble complete, she walked to the mall. There were very few people around. She went to the salon, signed the guest book, and waited. "Tanya?" "Yes?" "What can we do for you? Let's see... manicure, pedicure. Great, go over to Lisa there, she'll fix you right up honey." Tanya was soon seated in a very large cushioned chair. She was thankful Lisa was not chatting. She had asked what color Tanya wanted and after the bright pink was selected she went to work. Tanya had giggled a little as the cotton balls were placed in between her toes, and felt a little silly as the young girl began applying the polish. Her hands were extended. Her feet propped up as she waited forever for the stuff to dry. She became bored, but passed the time thinking of all the things she wanted to try. It will be fun to go to the store. Get a feel for how people will react to her. Despite her hope, she felt very self-conscious. Afraid that they all 'knew' her secret. She walked about the still sparsely populated mall. Looking in windows, watching women. She wondered what kind of sex she would have. Would she be lesbian? Maybe bi? "No, I'm not doing it with a guy. Not for a while." She did make a note to sneak to bed early and 'test' her responses. That prospect excited her. She made her way to her car, checked the time and headed to the grocery store. She was a little excited to see the crowds of people going in. She was going to be seen! Her long leg extended from the car. She remembered her purse, and began to walk. She clutched the shopping list in her hand. When the sliding doors to the store opened she felt a brief shock wave of cold air hit her bare skin. The carts were to her right. She pulled one free. It seemed to be stuck but with a little exertion she pulled it free. Looking down the list she made notes on where everything was. The produce was dead ahead. She tossed her purse in the cart and began walking. As she did men began to notice. Their eyes followed he figure. The face, the breasts, and the legs. She didn't notice at first, but soon became aware of the glances. "Cool! They like me." However, as she was selecting bananas she became aware of one man staring at her. He was not being shy either. He seemed to focus on her ass and legs as her back was turned to him. As she moved, so would he. In her mind Tanya became uncomfortable. He seemed to follow her from section to section. As she stopped so would he. She put it out of her mind. Still, every time she turned, there he was. She got nervous. Was she being stalked? Her heart raced a bit as she quickly began moving to finish her shopping. It definitely was not as fun as she hoped it would be. She finished the list quickly and headed to the checkout counter. As she did, she saw the man's wife meet him and they kissed. She laughed. "You arrogant little bitch." She thought to herself. As she paid for her groceries she took notice of the young clerk staring at her tits. She started to get mad, but realized that she had once done the same thing at that age. She looked him in the eye and smiled. He blushed; she smirked as she pushed her cart to the car. These groceries wouldn't spoil, and she had another hour to kill. More to the point she was hungry. She parked her car at the complex, and walked to the sports bar next to the apartment. Her now tiny tummy grumbling to be fed. The banner above the bar made note that today was NFL draft day and that there would be specials all afternoon. She smiled. Football had always been a passion. She would grab some eats, kill a few brews, and then go back to the apartment. She did not notice the heads turning as she walked to the bar. The television was blaring with picks and highlights. She took a seat. The bartender bounded over. "I'm John, what can I get for you? Are you here alone?" "Yes... a beer, and a menu." A cold mug was placed in front of her. She sipped it. As she did, the room full of men began to take notice of the blond sitting alone. The first one approached. He wore jeans and a muscle bound T-shirt with a Dallas logo on it. "Hi, you here for the draft?" "No, I was just hungry, I do like football though." She decided caution was the best approach. She really only wanted the burger she had ordered, a couple of beers, then to return to her safe apartment. "I'm Steve, you're... " "Mit... Tanya, sorry, my mind is wandering." "Okay, well, if you want some company we are just taking in the draft and well... sorry to bother you." He quickly left; his friends were ribbing him about being 'shot down in flames.' Tanya did not understand why he was so nervous, she had been nice, and while she was not interested didn't mind. She was on her second beer when she noticed it was just past four. She killed the draft beer like a guy would. As she did, some spilled down her throat. She wiped it with her hand, like she had as a man. All the while men gawked at the moist cleavage. She was being marked for future reference. This was a girl who liked to party. As she stood up the beer hit her head. She felt a little funny; it usually took five beers to get a buzz. Now she was feeling no pain. She steadied herself and walked out. Tripping a little but recovering in time. Steve and his friends looked her over. She saw them stare, felt different, but just smiled and quickly moved to the door. She was elated that Janine's company was gone. She felt tired, smelled a little bit like beer, and wanted to rest. She recounted her day to her concerned roommate as she put away the groceries. "Wait, you went to a bar, THAT bar!? Alone!? Are you nuts? Tanya, you are not a guy. Women do not go to bars alone. You should have just come here. And you smell like beer. Look, you have to be careful. You may have had fun, but you are playing with fire. If you had another drink you would have been plowed, and some guy, however charming he might seem, would think nothing of getting you to his car or worse!" "I'm sorry, I mean, I was just hungry, guys don't do it for me. Not yet thank goodness, I just wanted to watch the draft." "All right, but guys want you. You said that guy in the grocery store was stalking you, well, he was not. He was leering, checking out your ass, but that's tame. You are going to be at a male dominated job. You are going to be seen as a potential score to any guy so inclined. Just be careful." She did not know why - and felt stupid as it happened - but Tanya began to tear up. "I'm sorry! I was just... I wanted to eat and you didn't want me here, and I felt so bored, I'm sorry!" The sobs came to her embarrassment. Janine hugged her. "Honey, I did want you here, but I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable with them. I mean, they're snobs, and you're bounding about in this little body, well, they could've been mean. I won't do that again. Here, go watch your draft. I'll make you some leftovers, and get you a soda. We can talk. Tanya sat on the sofa; she turned on the television and watched. The anchor on the sports network began to drone on, she grew bored and began to feel sleepy. Janine put a plate of food in front of her, smiled as she ate it, and started a bath for her as she ate. "Honey, it is early, but why don't you go soak, use the face cream to get the make-up off. I'll lay you out some jammies, and you can go to bed in a little while." Tonya smiled as she trudged to the bedroom and removed her clothes. When the water stopped, she stepped into the tub. Janine had filled the tub with bath oils and bubbles. Tonya moved into the warm water. As she sat she felt tension and fatigue leave her body. The door was partially open and Janine kept talking, trying to keep her friend from sleeping. "Doesn't that feel nice?" "Yes, I mean, the water on smooth skin is wild." Tonya decided to explore. The bubbles felt exciting, and the fragrance was overwhelmingly pleasant. Seeing her friend had left and was busy cleaning the kitchen, she took her hands and began to pinch her nipples. She scooted back in the tub, making a mild splash when the 'tingle' shot through her tits and down her tummy into her groin. She let go, as if shocked, then grinned ear to ear as she resumed. She took her long nails and ran circles around the breasts, her head leaned back, she grinned, making sure to stay quiet as the pleasure built. Her stomach felt warmer than the water, it seemed to be saturating itself with pleasure, storing it for release. She was moving her hand to explore her vagina, trembling, when she heard the thud of footsteps coming from the kitchen. She quickly began splashing herself. "You okay in there?" "Yes... sorry, almost fell asleep." "Well, get out, laid you out something to relax in, a good movie is coming on in 15 minutes." Slightly frustrated, and unsure why she felt a little bit giddy, Tonya wrapped the towel around her tits, stepped from the bathroom and went to her bedroom. Vowing to herself to finish what she started when she went to bed. Her concentration was scattered as she dried herself. She pulled the pink panties on, then donned the see thru babydoll nightie. She was again unaware of the pure sexual look of her body. More to the point, the flimsy fabric was agitating her already aroused nipples. She felt her vagina get 'squishy' again. The hem was trimmed in a fluffy white feather but stopped just at the waist of her panties. She walked, feeling the fabric tingle her skin. Janine had taken her brown hair out of its bun, letting it fall loosely about her shoulders. She smiled at her friend as she sat down next to her. Janine smiled as she motioned for her to turn her back towards her hands. She began rubbing Tonya's shoulders. The tension began to vanish. "Now Tonya, you are going to learn a lot. I have had the advantage of living as a woman all my life. You have not. That's why you need to listen to me. Just relax, you will get to do everything you have dreamed of, but just keep an open mind." "Yeah, I should have been more careful. That feels good, thanks." Janine released her grip, noticed the enlarged nipples on her friend's nightie, and smiled behind her back. As the movie started Janine removed her tennis shoes and continued her back rub. Tonya felt relaxed, but could not help beginning to feel the tingles again as her roommate's hands worked her shoulders. Her nipples became rock-hard. She soon was feeling the same pleasure build in her stomach but did not want to say anything. As her vagina began to feel moist, she pushed her legs together trying to satisfy an unexplainable urge to touch it. Janine was grinning, seeing the effect this was having. She knew she could not go much farther without becoming blatant. "Tonya, let me ask you. Why did you never make a pass at me?" "Huh, oh, I just never thought you would be interested. I mean, well you always hung with big muscle types. I just enjoyed your friendship too much to spoil it with sex." "Well, there was another side to it. I like women too. Not for relationships, but for some fun. And I know you are feeling a little funny now - are you not?" "Yes," a small whisper came from trembling lips. Janine moved her hands under Tonya's breasts. She fondled them. As she did, a moan came forward. "Oh Janine, that feels so... oh... oh my, don't stop." "All right, but I have some rules. I never wake up with another woman. This is sex only. Think of it as instructional. Got that?" A flailing hand and a nod between breaths indicated yes. Janine pulled the flimsy top off her roommate. Her mouth went to the nipples and began teasing, nibbling, and encircling the nipples. Tonya became lost. Her mind only thinking of the pleasure encasing her body. Every fiber in her became more sensitive than she thought possible. Janine took her head and put a warm tongue in her mouth. Hers responded. Tonya began to feel the moisture turn to wetness. Her panties showed the dampness of her arousal. Her friend had removed her shirt and bra as the groped. She drew Tonya's head to her smaller breasts. Tonya took to them. As she did she began to fumble with Janna's jeans. She pulled them off her legs and then feel back into her arms. They resumed kissing as Janine again asserted herself. Tonya felt a hand pull at her panties. They inched off her ass and began to descend down her legs. The cool air hit her vagina; she felt more excitement and shivers. Janine took her by the hand and lead her into the bedroom. She removed her panties and gently pushed the moaning and aroused blond to the bed. She spread her legs and went to work on her clitoris. "Aah!... oh, that feels... oh, I can't think... can't stop it... Oh yes!" Janine moved next to her, they kissed again, she guided Tonya's hand to her crotch, and things were about to heat up further. Janine manipulated Tonya's hands. She climaxed mildly but quickly. Tonya on the other hand was in an orgasmic state of confusion. Her sultry body was betraying her. It was sending constant spasms and explosions all over her flesh and in her numbed mind. She was lost. With one last long wet kiss Janine left her nude sweating roommate alone. Janine slept, Tonya pleasured herself until passing out from exhaustion. She slept without moving. The next morning as she was dressing for work, Janine looked in on her sleeping figure as she adjusted her shoes. Not wanting to disturb her, she left her a note and headed to her job. Tonya woke; her body was tapped empty. She stumbled nude to the shower and turned on the water. She gingerly washed, not wanting to set anymore fireworks off. She wrapped a towel around her, combed out her mane of white locks and padded to the kitchen. A note greeted her on the fridge. "Hang out, go lay by the pool, nobody will be around to bother you. Rest up, you have work in the morning. Janine." "The pool, not a bad idea. Could use a soak in the hot tub too." She went to the bedroom and fumbled through the drawers until she found the bathing suits. She was hoping to just go read the financial section of the paper and swim a few laps. Unfortunately none of the bikinis were conducive to that pursuit. Each was little more than dental floss, which covered the crotch. She had gotten what she had wished for, but it left little room to compromise her image of a bimbo. She figured the white one was the least revealing. Despite her misgivings she felt good about her present state. It would just take a little time to adjust and learn, but it was what she wanted. As she pulled the thong bottom up she laughed about the images of the previous night. She had not known desire like that ever. She adjusted the crotch and pulled a few times at the band going up her ass. The top took some doing to get in place. Her tits were massive, and the cups barely contained them. She shuddered when she looked in the mirror. The body was so strikingly beautiful she felt pangs of desire hit her. She turned, choosing to ignore the urges. As she hunted for tanning oil and something to read she wanted to pull something over her butt. The cheeks seemed to want to spread out from the center of the thong. It made her feel a little giddy. The top did not support like the bra had. The chest swayed much more than she would have liked it too. She snatched everything she needed up and grabbed a towel on the way out. She walked down to the pool, relieved nobody was out. With a set of headphones blasting in her ears she applied oil, making sure to cover every inch of her smooth skin. She was soon glistening, with the smell of coconut oil filling her nostrils. As the music played on, she grew bored with the paper. The breeze was warm, the sun comforting. She felt relaxed. As a man she hated the idea of simply 'sitting' in the sun. Now, she felt it was... therapeutic. The late morning turned to early afternoon. She mastered untying the string on her back and rolled over more than once. She was careful to make sure she did not burn. She turned her attention to the crossword puzzle, and began filling out the riddles. As she did, she again grew bored. Simple questions mattered little. Every time the breeze whispered over her skin she reacted. It was not really sexual, but more a feeling of ambiguous relaxation. She pondered to place a finger on what the feeling was, but grew bored with that too. When the radio announced it was going on four she decided to head in. She felt a little hot, and could see some showers approaching. Wanting to cool down she jumped into the cool swimming pool. The water felt wonderful. She floated for a while, kicking on her backside, spitting a fountain of water upwards like a spout. She heard the gate open, and turned her attention to it. Walking into the pool was a pair of college age young men. They sported long shorts, no shirts, and turned their attention to her floating figure. She dove down, and swam to the wall near her lounge chair. She was set to exit when she looked down and became panic stricken. Her bikini's fabric had become see-through in the water. Her breasts shown, thankfully her pubic region did not. "Don't panic, keep your back turned. Just find your towel and run to it. One nice smooth motion. Just move like you are relaxed." The two young men were talking and throwing a football. She could hear the SLAP, as one would catch it. She heard one run a little, on a pass pattern. The ball was in the air; it hit her head and then overturned her lounge chair. Her towel was caught in the breeze from the impending shower, and it blew into the adjacent parking lot. She had nothing left to cover her body. "You all right?" "Uh, yeah, could you get my towel? Please?" She meekly asked. One started trotting to the towel while the other began the journey around. She looked up into his eyes. They were green, bright, and had a hint of eagerness. A smile sat mischievously beneath them. She returned the smile as she slumped into the pool, keeping her chest close to the wall. Her feet reached for the bottom, and she tried to balance herself. "I'm Jack, he's Rich, we go to the University. Sorry about your towel. Hope it wasn't too much of a bother." "Oh, it happens." He extended a hand. She looked up at him, before she could tell him she wanted to stay in the pool he had her hand. It was something she was not prepared for. His touch sparked something, a mild sensation; similar to those Janine had triggered, but different. It was a strong grip, it was warm, and it felt good. She was pulled up and out of the pool. As soon as the air hit her, she became aware of her exposed chest. It mattered little, the nipples hardened and she looked into his eyes. "Uh... Uh... I'm Tonya, nice to meet you." "Same here." He spoke to her, but his eyes were focused like laser beams on her chest. He returned his gaze intermittently to her eyes, then scanned her legs, and then returned, then to her tits. She wanted to be mad, but she was battling something inside. Her ego was taking some pleasure in this. He had a slight smell of beer on his breath, and he looked a little sheepish as his friend handed him a towel and they slowly, walking backwards went back to their football throwing. She knew she should just let it go, just let the moment pass. These feelings were not natural. She should not be staring at his muscles. She had no business smiling coyly at them booth. She should just wrap the towel around her body and walk by. Nice and with confidence. She couldn't. The stares were like a drug. She watched as they turned and went back to throwing the ball. She tried to think of something else. She kept telling herself she should really get back to the apartment and surprise Janine with dinner. Yes, that would be best. But there was just something about his butt, something about the smell of sweat on them. The beer looked good. She walked over to gather her things. Her nipples were subsiding, her top drying, concealing her flesh again. She picked her things up, gathering them across her chest in sloppy fashion. She shuffled her feet on the smooth concrete. They were lighting a grill; two girls were joining them. She padded of. As she entered the apartment she stumbled to her bedroom. She dropped the armful on the carpet and collapsed on the bed. Within minutes she was masturbating furiously. Her busy hands were aggressive. She began to moan. She came with giggles and a few tears. She was laying in a suspended state of erotic consciousness when she heard the door open. Not wanting to be caught, she hurried from the bed, and scampered into the bathroom. She was safe in the water when Janine hollered. "Hey girl, how was your day?" "Good... Uh... you?" The near cartoon quality voice squeaked. "Gonna be long? I'm hungry. How about some burgers? I'll go get them. What a shit day." "Sure, I'll be ready when you get back." The door shut, the water turned off. Embarrassed and flustered, Tonya began to search for something to cover herself. Maybe if she were covered she could feel less a vixen and more relaxed. She found something made of terry cloth. It was pink, but looked 'thicker' and therefore more suitable. She threw on some panties. Pulled the sleeveless romper up her thighs, and combed her hair out again. The hair was thick; she grabbed a headband and put it in place. Feeling relief at having a normal state of mind return she relaxed. The door opened and the scent of French fries filled the air. She wandered into the den. Janine was placing the orders on plates. She joined her in the kitchen. The two ate. Janine went on about her tough day at the office, and to the amusement of both, Tonya recited her afternoon of new arousal. "My gosh, that body is supercharged. Takes more than that to get me going. Well, at least you escaped it. Go grab the face cream, time to introduce you to a beauty routine. You have to be at orientation at nine sharp. Set your alarm for six. Take a shower, dry your hair, then do your face. After that I'll lay your clothes out." The evening was spent primping. It struck Tonya as odd that she could concentrate on every word that Janine said when it came to looking like a woman. She soaked it up as if she were hypnotized. When ten o'clock came she put on another short nightgown and slept. The thundering music from the radio woke her. She nearly jumped out of the bed. Groggy and for some reason anxious she showered, dried and primped. Janine was standing in a slip, her hair in curlers as she laid out the clothes. Tonya was too busy looking at her perfect face, wondering if she could somehow look a little more sophisticated. Before she could get too lost in thought Janna's hand shoved a wad of panties and hose into her chest. The panties were again thongs, and the hose, suntan. She slipped the undies on. Adjusting them as she sat. She curled her toes and began to work the shimmery nylon web up her legs. They felt cool and sent shivers up her legs. As she stood and pulled them snug she marveled at how comfortable they were. "Damn, I have been missing out." Next came a black hip hugging slip. It was heavier, but the cool satin felt wonderful as she stepped into it. It smoothed her hips. As she walked across the room she saw it made her take smaller strides. She giggled. Next came a black bra. Janine guided her arms into it and then snapped it. Tonya rose on the balls of her feet as it pressed her chest in hard. "It's a minimizer, it will help you fit into a dress without looking like it is too small. Either way it's going to look like you painted it on." Tonya did not listen the fabric felt cool. Janine handed her a Royal blue dress. It buttoned in the front, but stopped just below the hemline of her briefer. There was a whole lot of leg showing. She slipped her feet into the pumps and stood. Her balance was off. She steadied herself, and then, in colt-like fashion walked. Her steps were measure. She felt awkward, but she continued. The nylon on her legs was intoxicating as she moved. The shoes pinched a little bit, and her arches seemed sore, but she was sure it was just the newness of it all. The two went over the day that lay ahead. Orientation. What to put on the paperwork, and then how to act. Janine had some fears. Tonya had experienced some raging hormones the day before. How was she going to act in a building full of men? Men who were going to stare at her like she was just added to a sexual buffet table. Tonya was lost in the sensations of being dressed in clothes she had always dreamed of wearing. She gathered her purse, hugged Janine and stepped out of the apartment. The walk down the stairs was guarded. She was careful to step slowly in the heels. The air on her legs was humid, but it made her smile. Reminding her that after years of hiding her desires, of wishing to wear such things, she was going out in them. It took a moment to work the pedals of the car with her four-inch heels. She managed and was soon driving to Marirec Inc. She pulled into the lot. A little annoyed she had to park so far away, but gathered her purse and papers and began walking the quarter of a mile to the door. As she swayed she made two discoveries. First, the pantyhose that felt so cool going on began to retain heat. Second. The sexy shoes hurt a little bit. "Well, they are not made to run marathons, just deal with it." She welcomed the cold air of the building. The receptionist desk was empty. She saw a sign for 'New Employee orientation' She followed and sat herself in the back. There were five others. All men in suits. As she entered they stared. She ignored it at first. But as she sat alone she grew painfully aware they were sneaking looks. She tried smiling back. That worked with the four who wore wedding bands, the other seemed to enjoy it. "Fat chance asshole, damn this bra is getting hot." Forms were filled, lectures given, and pay slips filled out. Various department heads greeted the five men. They departed. An older woman greeted Tonya in her forties. She was tall and a little pudgy. "I'm Liz Wilson. Come on. You are the new receptionist. I have read your qualifications and while your computer knowledge is good we need somebody out front. This is not rocket science. You get here at eight, leave at four. Answer the phone. Push the button of whomever they ask for. When a package comes, direct them to the appropriate mailroom. You get twenty minutes for lunch, and you go to the ladies room as needed. For all that you make 1500 a month to start. A two hundred-dollar raise after six months. Also, because sooner or later they are going to ask. If you want to make some extra money work the trade shows. You got the look they want." Tonya was directed to her plane glass desk. It had no front, looked more like a table than a desk. She had a huge phone with about a hundred or so buttons, a stack of maps to the building, and a manual for how to be the company receptionist. She read it three times. The morning moved slowly. As the day went on, her bra began to feel uncomfortable. Her feet felt like they were gripped in two vises. Then there were the pantyhose. They were hot. They itched. She was not comfortable. Thankfully four o'clock arrived. She left before everybody else since she got there earlier. She gathered her purse. Told the guard good night, and left. She cursed as she walked to the car. Her feet hurt. She was hot, and wanted to get home and relax. She punched the car as she left. Stereo blasting loudly, air conditioning set to deep freeze. She sighed as she drove. "You'll get used to it." Janine smiled as Tonya walked in. The blond looked tired. "These things were killing me!" She screeched as two pumps were kicked off. I gotta get out of this bra." "Slow down, we don't have time. Dinner reservations at that new Italian place. Sorry." Tonya pulled the pumps back on. She smiled and followed Janine out to the car. "So, not all fun and games wearing that stuff. Well, we'll eat fast. I just have to get some pasta." As they entered heads turned to the blond and her friend. Tonya did not notice. She itched. She ordered, got lost in conversation and was relieved to leave. Once home she stomped to the bedroom removed the clothes and collapsed on the bed. "I need to hit the hot tub, wanna go?" "No, but Tonya... don't wear the white one ... OKAY?" A pump flew towards a quickly shutting door. It hit harmlessly. She pulled on another revealing bikini and went downstairs. The hot water eased the tension as she sank into a relaxed state. "Ahhhh..." she muttered as the bubbles surrounded her. Life was good at that moment. SPLASH! She felt a presence as somebody else sat in the tub. She looked up and saw one of the guys from yesterday the pool sitting across from her. "I'm Jack, remember? Want a brew?" "Yeah, a beer would be nice." A cold Miller hit her hand. She sipped, remembering the experience at the sports bar. His presence was closer than she would have liked. Still, he was behaving, and she felt relaxed. "So, you're new here, right?" "Yes, I work at Marirec. Just an office wench. You? Majoring in?" "Ah, Marketing. Got one year left, then go work for Dad I suppose." She wondered how he could afford the apartment. Despite her efforts she kept floating up in the seat. As she did her leg brushed his. Chills hit her again. He grinned. She closed her eyes. She did not need this. She felt a hand on her thigh. It felt good. Without warning, he planted one on her. Her legs bicycle kicked in the warm water. She felt helpless again. Had the water gotten hotter? Her thin arm reached for his hair. She pulled herself into him. His hands went to her chest. Within minutes the scene was something out of an adult movie. First a bikini top flew against the cast iron fence. Then the bottom floated free to the surface. He positioned her on the edge of the tub. Her light moans were audible but muffled by the joining of their lips. She felt his breath move down her body. It stopped below her waist. A strong tongue worked her over. She moaned as she lay back. He spread her legs, she was frantic. The need for penetration was overwhelming. She wanted to grab something. The feelings running through her body had no point to exit. Her calves tensed, her teeth clenched, she arched her back. Then, when all that had failed she formed her long nails outwards like talons and found his flesh. She dug in and pulled her now hungry mouth to his. As he teased her entrance she was shocked to hear a female voice. "You son of a bitch. Is that you in there with that slut! I'll fucking kill you!" "Oh shit, gotta go!" It was a blur. As she scampered she managed to get her bottom on, grab her top, hold the towel to her chest. As the couple exchanged shouts, a pair of wet feet slapped on the concrete. She was embarrassed, shocked, and scared as she entered the apartment and shuffled to her bedroom. She had lost her arousal, but was sweating. She hit the shower and let the cold water finish the job. She cried muffled sobs as the water fell on her body. She sat in a fetal position. Sobbing at her behavior and remorseful from her frustration. She sat alone for twenty minute. A familiar hand turned the water off. "Tell me what happened." Tonya recounted the entire incident. Janine was relieved that unlike her 'real girlfriends' Tonya recovered quickly. She listened, careful not to give her a 'I told you so lecture'. She let her dry her eyes. Eased her embarrassment, got her to laugh at herself, then into bed. Janine began to worry. The combination of a man's mind reacting with a very gorgeous woman's body was beginning to act like some sort of sexual virus on Tonya. She had no idea where it was going, She did know that it was only a matter of time before Tonya was going to get nailed to the mattress by somebody. She laughed as she saw the image of the confused blond face being shown the special details of the copy room. "No, Mitchell, you wanted this, you live it, where it ends I have no idea." Tonya got up early and primped. For her second day Tonya put on a black skirt. It was short, but did not seem to cling as bad. She followed with a white blouse and red jacket. Janine had to convince her that she would have to wear hose. She slithered into them. She found the same pumps. Cursed as she stood. Grabbed a purse and stomped out. By eight she had positioned herself at her receptionist table. She refused to call it a desk. While most of the previous day had been boring, the morning was shaping up. People were coming to work. Most were men. She began to get calls. "Hello Marirec, this is Tonya, can I help you?" She was punching buttons. Men were taking notice. Her legs being quite visible drew them to her. The fact her tits seemed to want to rest on the table was a bonus. She returned smiles and greetings. Maybe one of them would ask her to work as his secretary, hell anything to get off this boring desk. After the morning rush she again spent the day answering the phone. It was dull, but today the elderly guard had placed his radio near her desk. She had struck up a conversation once or twice, but he was intent on making his rounds. "Yeah, go on old fart. You never know when terrorists will want to blow up our beloved Bass Boat Division." She muttered. "Well that would be simply horrible" A woman's voice echoed behind her. Slightly startled Tonya turned and found herself looking into the eyes of a gorgeous black-hair beauty. Green eyes sent warmth out, but she looked as permanently confused as Tonya did. She spoke in a thick Georgia drawl. "Well, all the guys are talking about the new blond who took my old position. I'm Vivian. I was the receptionist. Just moved up to take a secretary position in marketing. Anyway, I did this job for six months before they saw clear to move me up. You are a knockout. I can see why they put you here." "Hi. Well, how did you pass the time? I mean this gets dull." "Bring a book. I had a small radio. They did not seem to mind. Ken, the guard, is a sweet old guy once you get to know him. Anyway, if you wanted to meet men, this is the job. They start going to lunch around 11:30. THEY get an hour. Your twenty minutes starts at 1:15. They will come to you. Trust me. Look, I have to run, but I'll stop by and help you get your feet on the ground later." "Great." She was alone again. She sat feeling cold now that the air conditioning was blasting away hard. She walked over to the newsstand and bought a paper. It would do for today. As she walked on the polished tile her heels clicked loudly. She started reading the news. She had always been huge news buff. Today, she just could not get interested. The entertainment section did look better for some reason. She read. As she did, she dangled her tight pump on her foot and tapped her ankle to the beat of the radio. The calls were easily answered. As she sat lost in the comics, giggling audibly she failed to hear the footsteps approaching. "Hi, you must be Tonya. I'm Kevin, Kevin Simmons. I run Marketing. I just wanted to stop by and welcome you. Also, if you are interested, I have a small select group of women here who pick up some extra bucks working our trade shows. If you want to, I can add you to the list. Really simple stuff. You sit around our displays. Hand out pamphlets, and smile a lot." "Sure, could always use the extra money." She smiled. His eyes looked warm. There was something about the way his shirt fit. It looked really good. He looked good. She was just staring. To her it was just a look. To anybody passing by it was the look of a dingy blond. A blank goofy stare. As he spoke he traced her figure slowly, as though she was a piece of meat. The lunch crowd passed by in pairs and small groups. They noted that Kevin Simmons was getting yet another babe to work his shows. They knew it was his way of marking territory. "Look, tell you what. Why don't you come up to my office Friday around two? My secretary has to leave early and we can go over the duties. If it interests you I can have you working next weekend. We are going to Knoxville for a show." "Okay." The kittenish voice responded. She was staring at him. He smiled. At her. He was so nice. He would help her out. She would go. Vivian came down for lunch. They sat at her desk and chatted. Vivian explaining that the shows were fun. You stood around the boats in bikinis and put up with drunken sales reps and passers-by. She asked if Tonya wanted to meet her at the sports bar. It was the same one next to her apartment. They could shoot some pool. "Yeah. Five. Sounds great Vivian." The dull afternoon passed by. She kept thinking of Kevin. Took some joy in being seen by the men. Why? She had no idea. But it was fun seeing them sneak looks. "This might be getting much better." She parked her car next to her apartment and walked over to the bar early. Vivian also had escaped work. She deposited some quarters in the table and asked the waitress for a beer. She began to shoot pool. "You will like the job. It gets boring and all, but so long as you look good and smile a lot they don't expect much. And with Kevin signing you up, nobody will bother you." "Wanna play doubles?" Two men in ties looked at the ladies. They were placing their pitcher of beer down. "Sure. I'm Vivian this is Tonya." "Hey. Tom and Mike. We work at the Medical Insurance Group." "Marirec. Eight ball?" "Rack 'em up." Tonya smiled and chalked her cue. As she did she felt the tall ones eyes one her. He was looking at her legs. That feeling returned. She leaned forward on the table. Letting the opening in her blouse be seen. She was going to tease this one. It was safe. To many people around. She would shift her ass from one side to the next. It was good fun. Neither of the guys really concentrated on the game. They attempted small talk. The ladies did concentrate. At least for the first beer. One game lead to another. Then Mike made a wager. "Loser of this one buys another pitcher." "You're on." Vivian replied. When the girls lost, Vivian ordered the beer and announced she had to go. Tonya decided it was safe to stay. She sat with Mike and his buddy. As she did her mind began to wander again. The beer caused giggling. Inhibitions were lost as the band cranked up. "Mike, let's dance!" She slipped off her cramped pumps and walked on her slippery nylon feet. The two danced. Tonya was mesmerized by the beat. She moved on the floor like she never would as a man. Heads turned as the mop of blond hair swirled about. When the music slowed he pulled her close. She could not resist. It felt safe having strong arms hold her gently. She looked up, eyes met. Her hypnosis was complete. She did not notice his friend grin at him as he excused himself. She only felt his gaze and the hand, which had worked, down to her ass. That same feeling of relaxation hit her. The same one she felt when she was just lying in the sun. It was one of complete peace. Mike held her tight. When the song ended he asked. "I am staring near here. Would you like to come over and share a pizza?" "Sure" She thought it odd he lived at the Suite hotel nest to the bar. But he said he was remodeling his condo. She let it go. He was so nice. She was sitting on the bed when he sat next to her. Before she could ask about the pizza he was all over her. Tongue in her mouth. It was awe-inspiring as he fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. She felt the warm glow in her tummy spring to life. He wanted her, and she needed to find out what this was like. He soon had her blouse off, her dress around her ankles as he worked his hand beneath her skirt. She was responding. Kissing him. He guided her hands to his pants. She felt it in her hands. Grinning, she knew it was what she wanted. No, scratch that. She HAD to have it tonight. She became almost an animal as she pulled his trousers open. He leaned back and grinned as the blond worked him. She looked up with that stupid look as she held it. "Suck it baby." She hesitated, and then the thought just made good sense. She slowly lowered her head, moved her hair, and wrapped her lips around it. It felt good. She sucked. Not paying attention to how hard she worked it. Her eyes looked up with that mute question. "Am I doing it right?" Seemed to come from her silly looking face. He just patted her blond locks as she continued. She did not pay attention to his physical state. She had to do this right. She pulled her head off his unit, ready to have him hold her again. As she did a splatter hit her cheeks. He grunted and relaxed. "Oh no! What about me! That's not fair!" "Just relax baby, you did real good. Besides, I gotta leave early in the morning. But maybe we can hook up next time I come by." "You live here. We could go out tomorrow." "No, I'll be home. With my wife. Now, run along. I need to watch the game." Tonya was aroused and frustrated. She did not care about his wife. All that mattered was that she was soaking wet. There was sticky stuff on her face, and this bozo was not going to do anything to satisfy her. She caught her image in the mirror. She saw the blond. Face flushed in frustration. Skirt down on her ankles blouse opened. A run in her hose. She looked like a bimbo. She did not care then. She had to get relief. Pulling up her skirt she tucked her blouse in. The buttons were not lined up, her hair was messed, and when she wiped her face her make-up smeared. She grabbed her purse and her shoes and left. "I am tired of running. I just want to be held. Just really make love one time." Heads turned as she scampered to the parking lot. She realized her car was down the street. She spent a few minutes tucking in her blouse. The rain fell again. A blond figure ran down the street. It took her a full five minutes to cross the street. She should have cried, but began to laugh instead. She scampered to the apartment. As she entered she began to pull off her wet clothes. Throwing them into the laundry as she ran naked to her bedroom. "What in the hell have you been doing?" "Giving free blow jobs to married business types. Got a problem with that?" Janine dropped her jaw open. She started to go into the room but heard her roommate moaning. She was touching herself. She laughed instead. Tonya woke and dressed before Janine could talk to her. Today she would fix the problem. She found a short dress and unbuttoned it as low as she could. She found a pair of five-inch sandals. She strapped them on. Her hair was perfect. Her make-up devastating. She bathed in perfume. She was ready for work. She returned smiles. Talked when spoken too. Kevin returned. "Hey Tonya. You look great. We are still on for tomorrow right?" She did not care what others thought. She had an unscratched itch. She was about to explode. Her own hands would not do the trick. "How about this afternoon. I know you have things to do on a Friday." Kevin smiled. "Very well. Come up at four. I'll make the time for you. Never too busy to help a smart young woman advance." At four o'clock heads turned in the marketing department s they got on the elevator and a stunning blond got off. She walked by the empty cubicles. Entering his office she saw him stacking papers. They were alone. She looked at him for a brief moment. By four thirty, too small hands were pressed against the window as she was drilled against the large glass. Her clothes were off. She moaned loudly and did not care. He carried her to the couch and finished her. This time the orgasm was mind blowing. She purred as she planted a long kiss on his mouth. She felt it now her place to make him content. She existed in that moment to prove her worth as a sexual being. "That was incredible Tonya. I think you are going to do well here. I like a 'can-do' attitude in people who work for me. You are going to love working the shows. And remember we will be selecting a new girl for our latest line of sportscraft. It could be you... so long as you keep a positive attitude. She cared little. Her body was still moist with sweat. She pulled her clothes back on. Neatly reassembling herself. She touched up her face this time. She smiled coyly. Kissed him one long time, and spoke. "I always do what is best for the company." Kevin grinned as she left. He needed just such a girl. Marirec was going to launch a line of water skis and even more exotic craft. They were geared to the single active set. He could have this little tramp decked out in adds, appearances, and maybe commercials. She could move product. A pure sexual response. No man could resist. She looked, moved, and spoke like a bimbo. And as he had just discovered. Could pull the chrome off a trailer hitch to make a client happy. Tonya drove home. She was not going to fight her urges. She had long fantasized about this. Let foolish men stifle themselves in their business suits. She was now a young gorgeous babe. She knew she could get what she wanted. Once home, she was soon back in a bikini. Janine noticed the difference. Tonya had a peace about herself. Given her looks, she could hardly look arrogant, but it was something similar. She smiled as the blond hummed a song to herself as she painted her nails. As she let them dry she spoke. "Why don't you put on your suit. We'll go grab a hot tub." "You really want to do that?" "Yes, that stupid bitch is not scaring me. I can have her man if I want him." Tonya felt a sense content as she slipped into the same white bikini that had caused such embarrassment two days earlier. She assessed her looks as she pinned her hair up. She was hot. Every inch was female. The fact her little tush spread out in such an inviting manner now excited her as she had hoped it would. Her chest was a treat to look at. Massive without being obviously plastic. She secured an ankle chain and another longer chain on her belly. She was going to be herself now. No fear. No regrets. She did not bother with a towel as she asked Janine if she wanted to go. Janine was talking on the phone with her brother. She mouthed. "Go ahead... Maybe later" as she rolled her eyes at her young whining brother on the phone. Tonya walked to the tub. There was a 'look at me' sway to her walk. She felt free. As a guy she would have been sitting in sweats, watching some silly show. Hoping to score. Now, as a woman, she walked in a skimpy bikini. Displayed for all to enjoy. She put down her portable radio and sat in the bubbling water. Sure enough she heard the laughter of the previous night's girlfriend. Her and her other snotty friend were walking out. She sat up high. Hoping to be seen. The girl was attractive, although she sported a smallish belly. Probably from three years of pizza and beer on the college social circuit. She sneered at Tonya. "Well, look, down here to pick-up another?" "No, children are just a diversion. Besides I can see why he would want to roam." "Whore!" The little credit card princess stormed to her car. Tonya laughed as she admired her boobs. "My little twins here are going to make my dreams come true." She propped her legs on the edge of the tub. She let the bubbles relax her as she whistled to the music. Her mind focused to her looks. How to enhance them. She was going to get as frilly and soft as she could. She would join the health club. She would pamper her body. She knew it was going to be all right. She walked from the tub, passing a gawking pair of guys. She neither smiled nor acknowledges them. She slowed so they could get a good look. It excited her. When she returned to the apartment she propped herself on a kitchen stool and fixed a sandwich. She looked at Janine. The news was on. "Janine, this is starting to get fun. I mean this body is awesome." "Yes it is, but please, be careful I am sure you are going to learn as you go. But I am glad you are enjoying it finally. Say, looks like the Fed is going to adjust rates again." "Huh. The what... oh, yeah, the fed." She was a little startled. She used to live for that stuff. Politics, the economy. She almost had to strain her mind to remember what the fed was. She giggled. Probably just a result of being in heat for three days. She finished chewing half her sandwich and went to the bedroom. She pulled out a pink sleep shirt, threw it on and combed out her hair. The television had a movie on. She felt drawn to the bodies of the men. She stared at them as they moved about on the screen. Not paying attention to her surroundings she began to twirl her hair as she watched them begin a love scene. Her small toes curled slightly as the scene heated up. Janine smiled. Her friend was getting lost in a fantasy. "Tonya. TONYA!" "HUH!" "Honey, which one do you want?" Giggle, "I mean you look lost in that show." "Oh" Blushing," Yeah, would be nice. My outlook is, I don't know, changing. I keep looking at guys. I never thought you women really looked at them this way. I mean they are so strong. So warm. Ugh. I am going to get horny." "Sugar, one word for nights like this." "What" "Vibrator!" They laughed. Tonya made a note to make that modest investment. She rose the next day. Primped and clad again in her sexiest look she went to work. This day she was ready. She smiled, she chatted, and she read. A nice magazine on style. She passed the day. Kevin called. He was going to have some dealership reps from Texas in Saturday. He needs a couple of girls to come over to the Plaza hotel, serve drinks, pose by the boats. She would receive 150 bucks for being there. He would appreciate her 'dedication' with this project. It would be a big help to the company. "Yeah, I'll be dedicated. " She laughed at how shameless she was becoming. Vivian bounded to the desk. "You are gonna be there too?" "Yeah, cool huh." "Yeah, I got your suit. It's a one piece, but it is a tiny thing. Thong back and the crotch is too tight. If you don't shave, you need too. I'll meet you there. These things are fun. The guys get drunk they are harmless though. Just flirt. Most are married and just want to feel wanted." Tonya spent the night shaving her pubic region, waxing down her body. She felt soft and very female when she went to bed early. Janine was a little impressed that her friend was willing to work a weekend. She figure Tonya would want to escape all that. Tonya snuck out the next day. Vivian had been right. The suit was tiny. It was cut low in the front. The company logo rested over her chest. The front barely covered her crotch, and it pulled very tight. The back was technically a thong, but it felt transparent. She had wrapped a scarf around her waist, donned her highest, sexiest sandals, and walked like a stripper throughout the lobby to the outside patio. The work crews setting up the boats gawked. She smiled back at them. Vivian was attired the same. She had removed a pair of shorts and wandered over to greet her friend. They giggled as the looked at each other. When Kevin arrived he smiled as the two women began serving the very distracted representatives drinks. His plan worked as the reps agreed to order the new line. As the afternoon progressed beer was consumed. Inhibitions were lost, and soon the men wanted to pose for pictures with the women. They were not short on nerve. Each grabbed and held a girl. The silly smiles from the women would look good on the office wall. Tonya became horny. She thrilled every time a hand touched her butt. Her nipples were enlarged again. She took the offer of a drink. Sipping a margarita as the men took turns talking to them. Kevin beamed. He loved seeing the effect his newest find had. She play with the reps shirts as she talked. As she got tipsy she had a hard time balancing on her shoes. She took on an innocent quality. Tonya wanted sex again. She was talking to Kevin as the reps filed out. One whispered something into his ear. "Tonya, Vivian has to go home, but these gentlemen want to know if you would like to join them for a private get together upstairs. They have ordered some food, and I need to go. I would appreciate it if you made them feel welcome." Tonya followed. She was feeling drunk again. When she got in the room she found the men were watching a baseball game. There was food and a bar. She helped herself to some water. Before she could finish, two men were smiling at her. "You going to show us a good time?" "Yes, what would you like to do?" It went from there. One by one she serviced the reps. She made the adjoining bedroom an office. Each coming in and having themselves pleasured. Blow jobs, screwing, whatever they desired. It got really out of hand later. She couldn't find her clothes as the music played and she was passed about the room. She passed out sometime later. It was about eight that night. The party had broken up. She woke. Some of the men were passed out. One in the tub. She looked for her clothes. She only found the swimsuit. It was lying on top of her purse. She felt sticky as she moved. She saw the white film that had dried all over her. She could not rinse it off in the tub. As she assessed herself she saw bite marks on her butt, a huge hickey on her neck. She felt a twinge of shame as she washed some residue from her face with bottled water. She left the room. As she approached the elevator the door opened. The elegantly dressed couples stared with arrogance at the obviously slutty woman. She smelled like primal sex. She looked like a tramp, and had the dumbest looking grin on her face. The looks smacked into Tonya's soul. She suddenly felt very exposed. She saw the exit to the stairs and scampered down them. She reached the parking lot. She drove. She cried like a baby. As she drove she vowed to be more ladylike. She would learn not to give in to the body. Harness it. She knew she could. Once parked she walked across the parking lot. She passed the young man she had shared the tub with. He stared at her in shock. She looked like a whore. He shook his head as the woman passed. Tonya walked to her apartment. She took a shower for nearly an hour. Trying to wash the filth from her mind. She had been passed about like a piece of meat, and had responded in kind. Her mind was not focusing however. She donned her chemise, sat on the couch, and played with her hair. She tried to watch the news. It was boring, although the reporter had a nice smile. She wondered if she could find one man to make her happy. It did not matter. Seemed a thunderstorm was moving on. "Phooey, I want to lay out tomorrow. I'll go shopping instead." There was a report that another country had a some kind of bomb. She knew what they meant. It was the kind that made the big explosion. She tried to recall how serious it should seem. It did not matter. She stared into space and smiled at the television. Concentration just took to much energy. When Janine returned from the airport with her brother she was a little surprised that Tonya did not cover herself a little better. She chatted to the young man. It was a silly banter about the color of her pajamas. Her poor brother could not take his eyes off the girl. Janine excused herself to bed. She listened to the conversation through her closed door. "Ah! That tickles." "Sorry. You don't like to be touched there?" "No... well... maybe." She heard them groaning a bit. A few moments later. "Yes! yes! ooooooooooooooooooo... oh... oh... OH YES!" In the morning she sat amazed as the blond waited on her brother hand and foot. Parading for him in a pair of skimpy cut-offs and a bikini top. She bore a brainless smile. She sat on his lap. She feed him and cooed at him. The young man on leave from the marines soaked it all up. He did not lift a finger the rest of the day. The eager to please blond kept him smiling. Janine wondered where it would end? DO YOU WANT IT TO END?