Good Friends
by Vallee
As I approached the small medical facility owned by my good friend Jeff, I began to have doubts as to whether he could help me or not.. I mean, should I drag him into a situation that I have created? "Well. He's my only hope", I whispered to myself, as I walked through the door.
As I entered the ultra-modern lobby, an attractive receptionist sat at her desk filing some sort of cards. As I approached, she looks up and said "May I help you sir?" I asked to see Dr. Stone and she got up to give him the message. As she stood and walked away, I noticed that for an older lady, she had a very nice figure. She was wearing a very nice tan business suit with a rather short skirt that accentuated her shapely legs very well. "Man, If I wasn't in such a panic, I'd like to give her a good fuck.."
My daydream was interrupted as the receptionist motioned me that I could go into Jeff's office. I quickly mumbled a thanks as I walked past her and retreated to the confines of his office.
"Hey Matthew.. What's up?? Still up for some ball this weekend??", Jeff said while reclining in his leather recliner. His face suddenly dropped when he saw that I am not my usual happy self. "Hey man.. What's wrong. Have a seat. You don't look so good", he said as he pulls a seat around behind me.
"I need your help Jeff. I did something really bad and I'm in ALOT of trouble. You know that company I was working for right?" He nods and replies "Yea.. That big one. Uhmm. Nicron Inc., I believe it's called. Did you get fired or something?? But no... You could have. You were the Presidents assistant."
"WAS is the proper word. I was recently going through that fat bastard's files when I noticed that Nicron is into alot of illegal operations. And I mean REALLY illegal. Well, you didn't really know this, but I myself was skimming a little from the top. I mean, I was in charge of most of the commerce type duties around the office. It was so easy. Anyway, I started to notice small things, like people would stop talking when I walked in the room, and the president of the company actually started locking me out of his office. I think... no I know that they have found out either that I've seen their operations or that I've taken some money. I need your help."
"You know that I'm always here for you man. What can I do for you? And another question.. How much did you steal?" he said.
"I believe the total is about $20 million. Using my computer and commerce skills I placed it all in small bank accounts in the Cayman Islands. For your first question I need you to change me. Give me a new identity. I know that you still do plastic surgery. I need the works. I need something that would be so different that they would never even suspect it was me. They have a complete character analysis of me, as well as a FULL documentation of my physical appearance and my personal preferences. Once they find I'm gone, they're going to start hunting. And if they find me ..."
By this time, I was so distraught, I could hardly finish my sentence. As I looked at Jeff, he was looking up at the corner of his office, like he was thinking. As I waited for any kind of comment, I noticed that his office is quite different from the rest of the building. Instead of the modern appearance of everything else, the office consisted mostly of oak furniture with a stray plant here and there. Finally, he looked at me and put his hands on his desk.
"You're putting me in a bad situation Matt, but you know that I will help you. What would you like me to do? I'd assume that once the heat has worn off, you'd like to be returned back to yourself?"
"Yes" I nervously replied. "And I have an idea. They will be looking for a GUY that looks like me. So ... could you change me into a chick? I mean.. I'm not gay or anything. But I figure that it would be the last thing they would expect."
A surprised look quickly came over Jeff's face, and just as quickly disappeared. "I know what I can do. I can change you into a female. Totally temporary and you can change back anytime you want. I can't do much now, but I can get you started. You do know that I do alot of research into hormones and changing body structures chemically. I think that I have a drug that would do much of the work. But it will take me some time to get a batch ready. Can you find a place to stay for a week?"
"I guess.. I could probably find a hotel for something."
"OK good. Here's the plan. In a few minutes, you'll follow me into my operating room in the back. I'm going to "disconnect" your flow of testosterone from your genitals. Remember.. Everything I'm doing can be reversed. Anyway. Then I'm going to give you some special hormones to take. These pills are about 10 times as strong as normal estrogen and they have a special side effect of killing off testosterone. By the end of the week, they should have your body pretty much balanced off hormone wise. I'm also going to need one of the bank account numbers so that I can buy some of the things I'm going to need. OK?"
"Sure. Anything. This idea sounds perfect. Much as I detest the idea, turning into a chick would totally throw them off my tail. Here's everything you need..."
A Week Later
As I once again approached Jeff's office building, I remembered the changes that have affected my body in the last week. My body fat had started to slightly change my body shape. My nipples had actually grown and boy were they itchy!!! But other than that, only my temperament had changed. God I had had horrible mood swings lately.
As I walked past to the receptionist, she waved me into Jeff's office without even looking up from her magazine.
"OK Jeff. I've done what you told me too, and it hasn't changed me much at all. I hope your wonder drug will do as much as you've said!" As I sat in the same chair that I had occupied a week earlier, I placed my head in my hands and started to cry.
"Matt. Calm down." Jeff sternly said as he walked over to the chair. He sat on the edge of his desk and waited for me to look up at him. "All the hormones were to do was prepare your body for the next step. In the last week, I've organized a plan. I am going to use a few of my research drugs in combination with some plastic surgery to make an all new you. Once you are healed, I will introduce you to the world as my "girlfriend". You can move in with me, until you have your bearing, then we will "break up" and you can go on your way until you decide to change back. Sounds acceptable?"
I slowly nodded my head yes, and replied with "I guess... But can you make me look different. I have to be totally different or these guys will find me. They are extremely thorough."
"Don't worry. I'm admitting you right now, and the first stage should take about two weeks. Now. I'll explain exactly what I'm going to do to you. One of the drugs I have developed will be doing most of the work. You might say that this is my "pet project". It will .. in laymen's terms, make your body digress back to a form before puberty and then make you go through puberty again with female traits. Basically it fools your body into thinking you are female. So you'll have a woman's body shape, and things like a larger pelvic bone, etc. You'll be your own twin sister."
"Yeah, but I have to look different! I can't just look like me, but a chick. They'll just think it was me with plastic surgery..."
"Let me finish. I made a few alterations to this batch. You will have a more defined shape. Larger breasts, thin waist and long legs. Remember the type of girl I would go out with. Can't have my image ruined.." He said with a smile. "Anyway. Basically it will shrink you. And one side effect of the drug is that it greatly speeds up your metabolism. Your hair and nails will grow at an excessive rate. The only thing that will even slightly resemble yourself is your face, and I'll change that with a little plastic surgery. Sounds all right? Remember. I can always just give you the reverse drug and change you back anytime."
"Hmmm. Well, that actually sounds pretty easy. So what am I going to do about my voice and .. uhm.. habits?"
"Well, the drug will slightly change your voice, but I'll do a little vocal surgery, and some hypnosis will fix your mannerisms The only 'problem' I haven't figured out is a temporary way to fix your.. genitals."
"Hey. Whatever you do, make sure that that is for sure reversible."
"Yeah yeah, I know. OK. I'm just going to give you a sedative and get you prepped for your 'change'.
As I watched Jeff walk back around his desk, and pick up a syringe, I wondered.. "I hope this is worth it.."
"This should kick in right away.." He said as he emptied the needle into my arm.
"No proble..." Blackness hit..
As I opened my eyes, a bright light striked them. "Wha.." Is all I could manage to stutter out before Jeff cut me off.
"Looks like the drug worked like a charm. Actually it worked even better than planned. It seemed to really react with your body, and your metabolism is probably 10 times faster than it should be! You are completely changed and it's been only 13 days! You want to take a look at yourself?"
"Sure.." I said, as I watched Jeff pull a sheet covering a mirror on the ceiling. "I don't really feel that differ..." Wow. Who is that?.. That chick is beautiful!! But why is she looking so shocked to see me. Wait!! That's ME!!
Seeing my stunned look, Jeff started to speak to me. "In case you are wondering, your hair is now strawberry blonde and naturally wavy. You are 5'3" and weigh in at about 104 lbs. You now have a centerfold figure of 36C-20-35, with a set of nice long legs. You now wear shoes that are a women's size 5. Of course your face remained quite similar with only a little bit of softening."
As Jeff continued talking, I started to feel the differences of my body. My skin felt much softer and smoother. And much more sensitive. I could feel the slightly draft wafting through the room. My long reddish blonde hair came down in waves, softly caressing my now rather large breasts. From there, my waist tapered in greatly, making my hips seem to jut out even further than they were. As I looked down my legs, I saw two dainty little feet wiggle back at me. The only thing that didn't match my body was my small limp penis.
Still feeling shocked, I asked "What else do you have to do to me? And how long is it going to take?"
"Well", Jeff said as he walked around the bed, "Since your body seems to be recuperating so quickly, I will do the plastic and vocal surgery tomorrow. You should be completely healed really fast. I still haven't figured out what to do with your genitals though."
As he was talking, Jeff walked over to a nearby table and picked up a needle containing a clear liquid. As he inserted the needle into my arm, he said "This tranquilizer will put you asleep for tonight and allow your body to rest before I start tomorrow's surgery."
"No problem." I mumbled as the drug began to take effect. "See ya tomorrow."
It must have been days, weeks. Constantly I almost got to consciousness. I remember bandages and my face feeling swollen. I also remember music.
"Oh Matt, wakey wakey, You've slept enough. You're totally healed!! Your metabolism is amazing. It's still running at its previous level."
I looked up to see Jeff standing over me with an excited look on his face.
I tried to reply with a sarcastic "Oh yippie for me", but all that came out was a gurgling noise. I noticed that for having had plastic surgery, nothing on me hurt whatsoever.
"Oh .. Don't talk. I realized that the drug was not going to make that much of a chance to your voice, so I performed vocal surgery on you. Once sec.. Just let me remove that 'guard'.
Jeff walked up to me, and reached into my mouth, removing something that felt like a rake jammed down my throat. "OK. Say something..."
"Something... Hah hah.. I'm so...." My hands clasped my mouth shut in an instant. My voice!! It sounded like a bimbo's. It was so high!!
"Yeah, it will take a while to get used to, Matt. I made your voice very different to what it used to be before."
"No shit..." I said, but instead of a bitterness, it comes off more as childish impudence.
"Anyhow, here's a mirror. Take a look at yourself.." Jeff said as he handed me a rather large mirror.
As I looked in the mirror, a stranger looked back at me. All be it, a very good looking stranger. The chick that looked back at me had curly strawberry blonde hair, framing a heart shaped face. The ladie's skin was pale and flawless, with a speck of freckles at the bridge of her nose. Her eyes were a light blue, and so wide! She had a small pert noise and sexy high cheekbones. And her mouth! I've never seen such plump red lips. I almost came just looking at her, until I realized IT WAS ME!!
"My god" was all that I could say.
Jeff broke me out of my stunned silence by saying, "Yeah.. I do good work eh? But enough of looking at yourself, I still have work to do in fixing your last little 'problem'. If these guys who are chasing you are as thorough as you say, I gotta think of something fast! Here. While you were out, I weaned you off tranquilizers and onto 'relaxing music'. These aren't hypnotic tapes. They just relax you, but you might need them to sleep for a while due to the fact your body is used to them. Here's one for now. You should get some rest." As he finished, he handed me a black cassette tape with the word 'TRUST' handwritten on it.
"So I just listen to this??? Are you sure all this stuff is reversible?!?!"
Jeff replied with "Yeah, just put it in the walkman and lay back.. and yes, it's all reversible. Don't you trust me?"
"I dunno" I think to myself, as I insert the tape into the walkman. As I put the headphones on, I listen to the relaxing music. "Hmm.. Not bad. Kinda classical, but there seems to be something in the backgrou...zzzzzz"
A few hours later Jeff came into the room and awoke me from the best sleep I've had in ages. As I awoke, I was full of energy. I was great!!
"Well Matt", Jeff said, "I figure that you can go to my apartment this evening. No reason to stay here anymore. Take my car and get yourself familiarized with my place. I bought you a wardrobe and placed it in my closet in the master bedroom. I also made up the guest bed for you to sleep in because I assume you don't want to sleep in my room. So get up. Here's an outfit for you.."
As I sat up, Jeff handed me a bunch of clothes. Looking through them I spot a black underwire bra and a pair of matching panties. "Jeff. Do I HAVE to wear panties now? Can't I wear briefs for a while?"
"Matt.. Come on now. You may as well get used to wearing them. Trust me man."
As he said those words, all the doubt erased itself from my mind. "Of course", I thought to myself as I slid the french cut panties over my long slender legs. After 'tucking' myself away, I picked up the bra, and turning it around, hooked it up, and put my arms through the straps. It seemed to pick up my breasts and push them together, creating more cleavage.
After admiring myself, I picked up the small black and white horizontally striped scooped-necked t-shirt. "No way this is going to fit!" I thought to myself as I pulled it over my head. As I positioned it around my breasts, I noticed that it was a perfect fit. And I realized that it wasn't a t-shirt, it was one of those tight shirts that women wear.
Resigning myself to my fate, I looked at the rest of the clothes and realized that sitting on the bed was a pair of black pantyhose and a short black skirt. I slowly picked the pantyhose up and slid them part way up my right leg. Enjoying the soft feeling of nylon sliding up my bare leg, I slid the other leg up and adjusted them around my waist. I then grabbed the skirt and put it on. After zippering up the skirt, Jeff handed me a pair of low heeled dress shoes. Grabbing onto Jeff's shoulder for balance, I slid the shoes onto my tiny feet and looked into the full length mirror. Man.. I was a goddess. If I saw myself on the street, I would have begged for a fuck.
"Jeff.. Why do I have to look so sexy?? Why can't I just wear pants and a t-shirt?!?" I said in a whinier voice than I meant it to be.
"For the second time Matt, You are supposed to be an "attractive young woman". You have to start getting used to dressing like one. And hey, if you dress feminine, no one will think you were a guy.. So relax and trust me.."
Again, I relaxed and agreed with Matt. "Of course. I should listen to him.. He knows what he's talking about" I though to myself. "OK Jeff. You're right."
"OK.. Here are my keys. You don't need a coat. It's really nice outside. I'll call you when I've figured out what to do.."
Jeff was right. It was nice outside, and being that I haven't breathed fresh air in quite a while, it was nice. As I walked over to Jeff's car, I noticed the clicking of my high heels, and the swishing noise of my nylons. My walk had seemingly compensated for my higher center of gravity, but my hips swayed while I walked.
While opening Jeff's car door to his cherry red convertible mustang, I thought "I hope that I don't have to put up with this disguise for very long." After adjusting the seat for my shorter body, I took off to Jeff's apartment.
After flashing my privates to some trucker in a semi while driving (then I knew why women smooth their skirts when they get into a car), I finally arrived at Jeff's apartment. Walking past the door man, I could feel his eyes running up and down my body.
"Asshole" I thought as I walked into the empty elevator.
Jeff's apartment was the same as usual. Neat.. No. That would be to soft of a term... Immaculate would be better. "God. How can a guy keep his house so clean?" I thought as I walked into the bedroom. "OK.. Jeff said that my new clothing would be in ... Here."
As I opened the walk in closet, did I get a surprise. "Did he buy out a whole store or what??" Looking through the closet I saw all types of clothing, ranging from formal dress suits to some kind of rubberish material minidresses.
"Does that idiot think I'd wear something like this?? I saw some damn hooker on the street wearing this.." I muttered to myself.
Tossing the tramp dress to the side, I tried looking for anything more comfortable (male) than what I was wearing. After a great deal of searching, I found what seemed to be the only pair of pants (they were sweats) in the place. Going back into the bedroom, I found one of Jeff's sweat shirts and changed. "Ahh. much better", I said to myself. Actually, although I felt more male, I realized that hiding my new figure wasn't as easy as just throwing on male clothing.
Resigning myself to this temporary state, I decided to make something to eat. Walking into Jeff's kitchen, I started rooting through his shelves, building a nice sandwich.
"I'm too short!!" I thought to myself as I tried to grab a glass off the top shelf. Pushing over a chair, I precariously balanced and picked the glass up. Returning to the ground, I filled the glass up and awkwardly walked over to the table, almost spilling everything.
"My body seems ... Wrong. Dammit.. These breasts keep swaying all over the place, and my hips feel funny.." I thought as I ate the small meal.
After finishing, I started to feel fatigued again. Going back into Jeff's room, I started looking for something to wear to bed, because obviously I couldn't sleep in the buff anymore.. Rooting through all the clothing, I finally found a pair of pajamas that had big red hearts all over them. As much as it sickened me, I undressed and put the pajamas on. "At least these are better than some of the shit Jeff bought in there", I muttered, thinking of all the lingerie piled in the closet.
Leaving Jeff's bedroom, and walking into the guest bedroom, I slid under the covers. After laying there for about 15 minutes, I couldn't fall asleep. Remembering the tape Jeff gave me, I picked it up off the counter and looked at the label. "Naiveté". "Weird name" I thought as I placed it in the tape player, put the headphones on and laid back.
RRIIIINNNNNGGGGGG RRRIIINNNNNNNGGGGG!!
"What the hell" I groggily thought to myself. Oh.. the phone..
Rolling over, I got a sharp pain in my chest. "Oh shit.. right.. I have breasts now." I grouchily thought to myself.
Answering the phone I said "Hello?"
"Matt. Come back to the lab.. I figured out a way to finish your disguise, but you have to hurry before your body... Uhmm ... settles too much."
"Ugh" I thought to myself. "OK. I'll be right there.."
Hanging up the phone, I slid my feet off the edge of the bed, and groped in the dark for the sweats I had been wearing. After slipping them back on, I put the bra back on and donned the sweatshirt. Walking into the living room and grabbing Jeff's car keys, I slipped the black dress shoes back on, laughing to myself how they 'didn't match my current outfit.'
Running into Jeff's office, I said, almost panting "I'm here.. What was the hurry??"
"I figured out how to hide your equipment" he said matter-of-factly.
"How?"
"OK. this is going to sound weird, but I'm going to surgically remove your penis and testicles..."
"WHAT?!?" I interrupted, wishing that my soft voice had more strength to it.
"Hold on Matt. Hear me out." He said sternly. "OK.. Then I'm going to surgically implant an actual woman's vagina and sexual reproductive system.. You see. The way that my drug changed you, your body actually is ... wanting a vagina. It should accept it no problem. Then when I change you back, I'll just change it back around and you'll be as good as new."
"I don't know.. I didn't think you could do that", I said curiously.
"Come on Matt. Have I ever steered you wrong?? Trust me.."
"Geeze.. what was I thinking. Oh course Jeff's right.." I thought to myself.
I followed Jeff back into his private operating room, and he instructed me to lay down on the familiar bed I've spent a month of my life on.
"OK.. Breathe Deeply", he said as he places a mask over my face..
As I awoke from my sleep, I looked around.. I was back in Jeff's operating room. "Oh.. right.." I thought to myself, "Jeff was operating on me. giving me a ..."
A look of panic washed over my face as I reached down under the sheet that was covering my naked body.
It never reached what I wanted it to.
Instead, it slid through vagina lips... my vagina lips.
"Oh my god" I said to myself as I felt faint..
Jeff opened the door and smiled when he saw that I was awake. "Total success Matt! No one could tell that you weren't born a female. To all intents and purposes you are a genetic female!" he said with what seemed like giddiness.
Without letting me have a word, he looked towards the door, and a small older lady walked in. I would guess that she was about 35, with short brown hair, and very little makeup. "This is the lady that will be assisting you with your memory, because of the 'accident'" Jeff said as he winked at me. "Oh yes.. the accident" I replied.
"Yes.. She will fill you in on the essential knowledge you have forgotten because of the accident. Just lie back, and I will inject you with this hypnotic serum. You will be fully awake while she is giving you instructions, but you won't be able to move. Once she is completed, you will fall into a sleep, and awaken with everything in your subconscious 'once again'." Jeff walked over and injected the liquid into my arm. Waiting a few minutes, he asked me to look at him. I find out that I actually am paralyzed! I can't! "OK." Jeff looked me in the eyes. "Your name is now Kristen Marie Richards. It has always been Kristen, and you will always reply to that name, because it is YOUR name. Also. You will be more 'relaxed' around me. You will occasionally call me 'sweetie' or any other pet name to show that."
Turning to the Doctor, Jeff said "She's all yours"
Over the next few hours, the Doctor filled me in on all the feminine hygiene tips like how to use a tampon and the proper way to wipe after going pee. Just when I thought it was over, she stood up and started to give me instructions while enacting them.
"A lady always sits, with her legs crossed, toes pointed down."
"A lady should always have a sexy sway in her hips while walking."
"This is the way to walk in high heels."
"A lady should always make sure that her hair and makeup is in place."
I thought that would be it, but then she pulled out a piece of plastic from her purse. I wasn't too shocked until I realized it was shaped like a penis!!
"Oh no" I thought to myself, and she went through the ways of properly giving a man oral sex, and showing the various motions and positions that a woman can use on a man's cock! Of course she used a great deal of moaning and panting while adding "Always make a lot of noise. Men like it when they think you are horny"
"Oh my god.. Why is she teaching me this?" was all I could think as she walked out of the room, and I passed out.
Waking up in my usual room, I saw that Jeff was standing over me.
"What are you doing??" I asked simply.
"Nothing, just waiting for you to wake up. So how are you? Do you remember anything?"
"Fine, and uhmm I remember you injecting something into my arm" I replied.
"Good" he said as he walked back to the door. Opening it once again, another lady walked into the room. This time the lady was much younger, maybe in her mid twenties. Very attractive with very nice clothes and perfect makeup.
"OK Kristen" Jeff says then pauses. "This is Candy, and she's going to fill in the rest of your memories."
Remembering the excuse presented the last time, I said "Oh.. >from the accident. I thought I was better, hon!"
"Well, We missed a bit, and the other lady wasn't quite qualified", Jeff said as he walked over and injected another fluid into my arm.
Again, I tried to move, but my effort was fruitless. I couldn't move. The young lady walked over to me as Jeff left the room.
Over the next few hours, Candy showed me how to arrange my hair in various styles ranging from simple ponytails and braids to intricate upsweeps. Finishing with that, she started on the makeup.
Although I personally found that the amount and color of the makeup was a little too 'flashy', I wasn't in a position to say anything.
After what seemed like hours, Candy stood up and said "OK.. Just one more thing" She walked over to a large trunk that I hadn't noticed sitting near my bed.
She started to talk women's fashions, while modeling the various combinations and talking about what was 'in' and how a pretty woman should dress.
I noticed that she seemed to concentrate on dresses, skirts and heels. I don't think that she even mentioned pants once in the whole demonstration. She did demonstrate very tight clothing, very formal clothing and everything in-between.
I found myself getting very aroused when she would change or demonstrate how to roll up stockings and attach them to the matching garter belt.
Suddenly she stood up, changed back to her own clothing. Walking over to the night table, she picked up a Walkman and slipped it over my ears. Glancing at the tape she put in I saw the label said "Vanity and Femininity". She started the tape and silently walked out of the room.
"Kristen... Wake up"
"What..." I mumbled, "What do you want Jeff?"
"Your disguise is complete." He said as he walked towards the door. "Get up, and put something on, and we can bring you 'home'."
As he left the room, I through back the covers and slid out of bed. Pulling off the cotton shirt I was wearing, I walked over to the trunk sitting next to my bed.
"When did this get here" I thought to myself.
Popping the latch and opening the trunk, I saw a rather large selection of clothing. Rooting through, I picked out an outfit that caught my eye. I set the silk black blouse and silver silk skirt on the bed. Picking once again through the clothing, I pulled out a black pushup bra, and panties.
Pulling off the plain white panties I was wearing and putting on the new black underwear, I felt to much more comfortable. Slipping the black blouse around my upper body, I had no problem doing up the blouse with my long nails.
Realizing I needed stockings, I searched though the clothing, bypassing a pair of black pantyhose for a pair of black stockings and garterbelt.
After effortlessly sliding the stockings up my legs and attaching them to the garter, I stepped into the shiny skirt and pulled it up over my round ass.
Enjoying the soft caress of the clothing against my skin, I noticed that my nipples were poking though the thin material of my bra and blouse.
Ready to leave, I slipped into a 3 inch pair of black pumps and prepared to leave when I saw myself in the mirror.
"I look horrible" I thought to myself.
For the next hour, I fixed my hair and makeup until it was perfect. Standing up and striking a model's pose, I looked totally female. There was no possible way that anyone would guess that I was once a male.
Effortlessly walking on the heels, I opened the door and met Jeff.
"OK.. I'm ready sweetie", I said as I walked beside him as we went to his car. I noticed that I had a very sexy sway to my hips now, and had no problem walking in the heels.
Jeff opened the door to his car for me, and I slid in, pulling my skirt down without even thinking about it, and crossing my legs.
By the time we got back to Jeff's apartment, it was close to midnight, and I could see that he was exhausted.
"OK Kristen, I'm going to bed. I've been up for the last 2 days
straight. Have a good night" he said as he dragged himself into his room.
Slipping 'my' pumps off, I went into my own room, and changed into my heart pajamas. "I can't see why I didn't like these before.. They're
so cute!" I thought to myself.
Snuggling into bed, I tried to fall asleep, but after about twenty minutes, I still laid wide awake.
Hearing a noise, I looked to the door, and saw that Jeff was standing
there in his house coat with another cassette tape.
Handing it to me, he mumbled "Sorry. I forgot about that" and walked out of the room.
Shrugging my shoulders, I looked at the tape and put it into the Walkman.
"Sexy thang" I thought to myself. "Must be dance music"
The next morning, I woke up feeling great! As I threw back the blanket, I walked into Jeff's room to get some clothing. Standing by the closet, I noticed that Jeff was already up.
"Ahem"
I turned with a jolt, and saw that Jeff was standing by the doorway.
"I thought that you may want to work in my office for the while that you are hiding. I gave my secretary paid vacation for a while. So, just get ready, and we'll go. You should dress 'up', being that it is an
office.". He then left the room so that I could get ready.
Going through the closet, I tried to find something decent. So much of the clothing just seemed so plain. I finally picked out a very short and tight black miniskirt, a near see-through white blouse,
nude stockings and a pair of black 4 inch pumps.
Donning this outfit, I walked over to the bathroom, and started
to fix my hair and makeup. Today, I decided to use a very bright red lipstick and matching nail polish.
Looking at the full length mirror in the bathroom, I saw a very sexy young lady looking back. Her long wavy red hair cascading down past her shoulders onto her full perky breasts. Looking at the hourglass shape and plump butt emphasized by the miniskirt, and then down to perfectly toned legs.
"Perfect" I said to myself as I shut off the light and walked
out the door.
The day went pretty much uneventfully. Jeff had quite a few patients come in, and more than a few were male.
They seemed to always need the file that was at the bottom of the filing cabinet, or seemed to talk to my breasts. While I really
did NOT like them staring at me, I felt very sexy during the day
because of it.
My mind seemed to spin, because of the conflict between not
wanting men to think I was attractive, but to still look the best I can. By the time we arrived home, I was exhausted, and my feet hurt.
After eating a quick supper, I went into my room. Flopping on the bed, I just wanted to sleep.
Pulling myself back off the bed, I changed out of my clothing and looked down at the pajamas I'd worn for the last two days. They seemed so ... bulky and dull. I didn't want to wear something like that!
Grabbing a satin teal housecoat, I walked into Jeff's room and walked into the closet. Browsing through the clothing, I noticed that
much more of the clothing was appealing to me. Finding the perfect sleepwear, I walked back into my room.
Letting the robe slide off, I wiggled into a white lace teddy
which seemed to boldly emphasis my new femininity. "God I look good!" I
thought to myself as I slipped into bed.
Looking over on the nightstand, I noticed that Jeff had already
given me a new tape. Looking at the label it said "Side one : Cold and lonely nights"
"Huh?!?" I said as I woke with a start.
As I took off the headphones I looked around the room. For some reason it felt so huge.. so empty. I felt like I was alone in the world, just sitting there.
It also felt like the temperature of the room dropped 15 degrees. I
could feel goosebumps on my body, and I could see that my nipples were as hard as two little rocks.
Feeling creeped out and almost scared, I stood up and put the satin
robe back on. It didn't do much at all, and I still felt like I was isolated in a cold room.
After opening the door, and letting my eyes adjust to the light, I walked down the hallway. As I got further from my room, I noticed I was getting a little warmer. The source of heat seemed to be Jeff's room!
Walking into his room, I felt so much better!. Quietly walking over to his king sized bed, I shook him until he awoke from his slumber.
"Ma.. Kristen.. What do you want?" on the other side of your bed?"
He looked up at me for a few moments before he groggily said "OK. sure."
Walking over to the other side of his bed, I let the robe fall to the floor, and slipped under his comforter. It was SO warm and cozy underneath. It seemed being closer to Jeff was also making me feel less
alone. Putting on the Walkman that I brought with me, I flipped the tape
"Side Two - Togetherness" and fell asleep.
The alarm clock brought me out of a excellent sleep. When I pushed my
hair out of my face, I noticed that I had snuggled up to Jeff during the
night and put my arm around him. Carefully, I moved my arm, and left his
bed.
"What the hell has gotten into me! This is a disguise, dammit. I'm not a real woman. I'm Kristen Marie Richards. I am a man" I said to
myself as I got ready for work.
Changing from the white teddy into a white underwire bra and french
cut panties, I picked out my clothing selection for the day. Slipping into the white skintight bodysuit and stepping into a tight brown velvet
miniskirt, I walked back over to the closet. After putting on a pair of white stockings and a brown velvet vest that matched my skirt, I went over to my makeup table.
An hour later, I was just letting the earthy reddish -brown nail polish dry (matched my lipstick of course) and thinking the same thoughts about my maleness. I couldn't believe that I was laying that
close to Jeff.
Opening the door to my room that night was even worse than the night before. It seemed utterly daunting to me, but it didn't matter! I was not sleeping in Jeff's room again. I picked up the Walkman after quickly running into my bed and put the tape in ( Wanna man) and quickly dozed off.
Hours later, I woke up again, and the isolated coldness was unbearable. I reluctantly went back into Jeff's room, and instantly felt
100% better. Looking at Jeff's sleeping face, I felt ... something. Like I would feel even better if I was closer to him.
Quietly sneaking into the closet, I donned on a white garterbelt, stockings and a pair of 4 inch high heels that matched my teddy. Crawling into the bed, I snuggled up to his back, and felt so warm and good. Better
than I've ever felt in my life.
Reaching over, the thought in my head that if Jeff was even closer the feeling would be even better, I reached into his boxers and started stroking his cock.
Arousing quickly, Jeff woke up and turned over. "What are you doing.
Quit fuckin' around".
His facing me seemed to increase my feelings and I found my nipples
becoming rigid and my privates going wet. Mustering up the most intimate
voice I could I said "Jeff.. I want you near me.. Please."
Smiling, Jeff pulled the blankets off, and looked at my sexily clad body. Pulling down his shorts, he came down into me.
It was indescribable. I felt a wholeness and a total enveloping warmth. I felt like I was complete.
It was soon that I was bucking my hips against his rhythm, and the
pleasure increased greatly. Digging my feet into his ass, I pulled him
in as he let his tongue explore my mouth.
All of a sudden, my first female orgasm hit me like a brick. My
body seemed to be out of my control and just contracted around Jeff. I felt him stiffen and then a liquid shoot up into my body.
Relaxing, Jeff crawled over and kissed me on the lips. "Good night Kristen" and we both drifted off.
I woke up with a beam of sunlight cutting across the room and landing on my face. As I stirred from my sleep, I remembered the last night. Looking over, I saw that Jeff has already left the bed.
My mind was aflutter. "Why did I do that last night. I'm not turning gay am I??"
Trying to justify it in my mind, I started to think of men.
Naked men. As I thought of various mental pictures, I didn't feel a
thing. No sexual turn on, no reaction, nothing.
"Must have been my hormones or something", I thought as I got up and walked into the walking in closet in our room. Once I started looking
through the clothing, my problems seemed to just dissipate into the air.
Picking through the clothing, I saw the cutest top. It was a pink midriff shirt with long sleeves and a small scoop neck. Seeing that it was fairly snug, I decided to forgo a bra.
Feeling devious, I picked up a pair of white hot pants. After a few minutes of wiggling, I managed to get them over my hips.
After applying my makeup and fixing my hair, I walked over to the
mirror for a look.
My reddish hair seemed to slightly contrast against the soft material of the shirt. Under the amazingly snug shirt, was a narrow flat stomach. Feeling a bit of pride over my toned belly, my eyes roamed over the tight short shorts and down my long legs were they ended in cute little feet wrapped in high heeled white sandals.
Darling pink painted toe nails peeked out, matching the polish on
my long nails and the color of my lips. I looked absolutely sweet and
sexy at the same time.
Walking out into the kitchen, I could tell that Jeff liked what he saw. Coming over to me, he drew me in close and gave me a deep kiss. His probing tongue seemed to have a profound effect on my body.
I felt myself getting hotter and hotter for him. I found my body responded in kind, running my long nails up and down the bulge in the front of his pants.
Suddenly he drew away. "Whoa.. OK.. We have to get to work.. or
else the office is going to be closed all day!" With a disappointed look (which surprised even myself), I agreed, and we left the apartment.
The morning went quite fast. During periods while I was filing or
doing other work, Jeff would come up behind me and kiss me. Once he even slipped his hands under my shirt in the middle of the lobby!. Was he surprised when he didn't feel a bra!
His constant touching and closeness brought me into a total state of
arousal
As I flipped over the sign on the door saying that the office was closed for lunch, I was hoping that I could get calm down and get rid of some of the ... feelings I was having. Thoughts of having sex with Jeff in his general office, bent over his oak desk flew through my mind.
Jeff interrupted my daydream by walking in the room. "Kristen. We
have a slight problem.. Your old boss called here asking questions. I told him I hadn't seen you for a long time, but he insisted that we all go out for supper tonight to discuss ... well .. you"
My eyes widened in panic. "Oh no" I managed to squeak out. " How am I going to pass this off. I'll be so nervous. "
against his chest and it seemed to calm my worries.
He continued. "I've made an appointment at a beauty saloon I know of. I've told them what you'll be wearing, and they will make you up perfectly. No one will ever recognize you"
My mind latched on to the idea of what I'd be wearing. Asking Jeff,
he replied with a smile "I bought you a gift, but it's a surprise. Now scoot.." After a little tap to my butt, I smiled back at him and rushed off.
I returned to his office about 3 hours later looking worth every minute. My reddish hair had been lightened to make me a blonde and was upswept in an elegant style, exposing my feminine neck. My makeup had been painstakingly put on. My eyes seemed so much bolder and wide.
Above my full dark eyelashes, silver eyeshadow highlighted my beautiful eyes.
My nails has been filed, and painted a sliver color along with my toe nails. I felt amazingly attractive.
Jeff took one look at me, and his chin dropped to the floor.
Flabbergasted, he exclaimed "Wow. Do you ever look good". He approached me with 'that' look on his face so I pushed him back squealing "DON'T.. You'll mess my makeup"
Instead he came up behind me and pulled me close again, kissing the
back of my exposed neck. Shivers ran up and down my entire body. Breaking away, he motioned for me to come back into his examination room.
Following him, he brought out a beautiful dress. Carefully stepping
into it and pulling it on, I walked over to Jeff and asked him to zip me up. I could have fully well done it myself as the zipper only came to the
small of my back, but I have started to enjoy having him touching my skin.
After drawing a pair of nude stockings with a bit of a sheen up my legs, I slipped the shoes Jeff handed me onto my dainty feet.
Jeff then handed me a pearl necklace and matching earrings. I had no problem putting them on.
Going over to Jeff's full size mirror, I saw that I was gorgeous. My dress was
a silver silk slip dress that had a slightly scooped neck that exposed the tops of my chest. The dress seemed to fit me like a second skin all the way down to my ankles. A slit on the right side up to the top of my thigh allowed me to walk, and exposed alot of leg.
Turning around, I saw that most of my back was exposed, right down to just above my panty line. Lastly, my new shoes were 4 inch satin
pumps with a strap across the top, and they were dyed the exact silver of the dress.
I couldn't believe how feminine and sexy that I looked. Stunned at
my picture, I didn't even noticed that Jeff had changed into his tuxedo and had come up behind me. Reaching through the back of my dress, he ran his hands up and down my sides. Closing my eyes and letting out a soft moan at his caress, I turned around and gave him a peck on the lips to thank him for the beautiful dress.
As we drove to the restaurant, Jeff turned his head and looked over at me.
"What??" I nervously replied.
"Nothing.. Just relax. He'll never guess who you are. Here.. I've got a song here that I made up especially for you. It'll calm you down."
"Whew" I thought to myself. Jeff's tapes worked so well before at putting me to sleep, I had no doubt that this one would relax me.
Without letting me see the label, he slipped it into the tape player, and a romantic-type song came out of the speakers. "Nice" I thought to myself.
A few minutes later, we pulled up to the restaurant, and I woke up.
"I must be more tired than I thought" I thought to myself. Looking down at the tape deck, I saw that the tape had been ejected, and the label was in clear view.
"Sexy, Trampy Matrimony" it said. Giggling aloud at the strange name, Jeff looked at me and smiled.
Pulling into a secluded parking spot, Jeff turned off the car, and undid his seatbelt. Ready to get out, I went to get out when Jeff stopped me
Thinking that Jeff wanted to "play", I smiled and waited for him to make his move.
Instead, he produced a small box. Opening it, he said "Kristen.. . Will you marry me."
Looking at the HUGE diamond ring, I hesitated for a moment.. and suddenly it seemed like the best idea in the world.
"YES!" I exclaimed as I threw my arms around him. Trembling, I put my hand out for him to place the ring on my finger.
For some reason part of me was thinking "What are you doing... I thought we were supposed to break up so I can eventually get my life back". But there was an even bigger part that loved the idea and wanted to be married to Jeff.
With a giant smile on my face, I put my arm through Jeff's as we walked into the restaurant.
"Livingston party", Jeff said to the Matri'd.
He looked at his list, and said "Follow me, sir."
Walking to a large table in the corner, we sat down beside an older couple. My old boss and his wife. While I should have felt nervous at seeing the man that wanted to kill me, I was very calm and relaxed.
"Hello Jeff.. Kristen. How has your evening been", he said.
We both replied with "Fine", which made me giggle. Jeff cleared his throat and said "Fine Mr. Smith. And you?"
My boss replied with "Fine... Fine.. and please. Call me Harry. Mr. Smith seems so formal!"
The conversation started out quite pleasant, but eventually turned over to the subject of "Matt". Letting Jeff talk, I sat there and just chatted with Harry's wife.
She soon spotted my ring, and exclaimed "My god.. it that ever a beautiful ring!"
"Yes. Jeff just proposed to me" I said with a glow of pride.
"Oh Harry! This young couple is going to be married!!" Sally stated to Harry.
Breaking them out of their "Matt" conversation, Harry said "Well then.. this calls for a celebration" and ordered a very expensive bottle of champagne.
After ordering, the men (funny how I thought of myself as a woman now) started to talk about business, and although I tried to follow, I found myself zoning out and not really understanding some of the things they were talking about.
I turned to Sally and started to listen to her talk about her children and some of the women's groups she was involved in. For some reason, I found what she was saying much more interesting, and soon we were in the middle of a conversation on what clothing is appropriate to wear to a formal gathering Sally was going to.
The champagne arrived at the table and Harry poured everyone a glass. Holding it up, he made a small toast, and everyone sipped at their drink. The bubbles tickled, making me giggle again.
After my second glass of champagne, I realized that I had a much lower tolerance than before. I was actually getting a little tipsy, so I put the glass down.
While I focused my attention on Sally and our discussion of where she bought her darling shoes.
I heard a voice say "Kristen", and I turned to see Harry talking to me.
"Yes? I replied" in my almost musical voice.
"I was just telling Jeff how much I need an assistant at the office. I was wondering if you were interested. You seem like a very nice lady.", he stated with a large smile on his face.
Looking over at Jeff, he said "Hey.. that sounds like a great idea Kristen, because Angle is coming back from holidays right away."
I tried to hold back the disappointment I felt about not working with Jeff anymore, but instead smiled and cheerfully said yes.
The rest of supper went pretty good. For some reason, I started to become bored and kinda spacy. I just wanted to go.
As Jeff and I left the restaurant, Harry said that I could start on Monday. I actually started to get a little excited about working back at my old office building!
The temperature outside had cooled off, so Jeff put his jacket around my shoulders. "He smells sooooo good" I thought to myself as we stepped into the car.
As we started driving down the freeway, an 'evil' idea popped into my head. Smiling, I looked at Jeff and brought my hand down to his pants. For some reason, this idea was so erotic to me. Opening his pants (with little protest) I pulled his large penis out of his pants. He was already hard, and sitting there looking at it seemed to make me want to 'lick' it even more. The memories and feelings of our 'first night' seemed to pour back into my mind. Grinning from ear to ear, I slowly descended on Jeff's member.
I think that we almost died about ten times on the way home. It's lucky that a cop wasn't driving by or he would have thought that Jeff was drunk. I don't know where I learned to do that so well. I must be a natural!
The weirdest thing was that when Jeff erupted into my mouth, I climaxed. I wasn't even touching myself. Having Jeff in my mouth just seemed to be so natural. I couldn't understand! But it felt SOOOO good.
Walking into the apartment, I slipped my shoes off and went into the bedroom as Jeff sat down on the couch and turned to TV on in the dark room.
Changing out of my dress and stockings, another idea popped into my head. I was still VERY horny. I just HAD to be close to Jeff again!
Quickly walking into the closet, I stripped off my underwear and found the red dress that I had thrown in the back earlier. It was a red latex off-the-shoulder minidress. Picking up a red garter belt and a pair of black fishnet stockings, I slipped into them. Bringing the dress over my almost naked body, I squeezed into it.
The dress fit me like a second skin. It was bright red, and exposed my arms, most of my breasts (my nipples actually kept popping out!) and my garters.
Picking up a pair of 5 1/2 inch red leather thigh high boots, I slipped my daintly feet into them, and walked over to my makeup desk. A few minor touch ups, and I had turned from a beauty queen to a supersexy prostitute.
Looking the mirror, I saw a centerfold, squeezed into a tight dress, surrounded in tight red material. My nipples left little indents in the latex, and the high heels made my legs look SOO good.
Walking out into the living room, Jeff didn't notice me at first. "Ahem"
Jeff looked up from the TV and was just flabbergasted. The look on his face seemed to make me get even wetter.
"Oh Jeffy honey. I'm a bad girl" I let out in a sensuous voice.
Jeff was up from the couch in about three seconds and in another three we were on the floor beside the TV.
I'm sure that the neighbours must of heard me. We went at it for most of the night. It felt so good, I just couldn't hold in the screaming. The feel of the tight clothing, of the carpet rubbing against my back, and Jeff between my spread legs.
I must have orgasmed 10 times during the night....
Epilogue
Jeff and I were married in a small ceremony and then we wisked off to Costa Rico for our honeymoon.
We fucked like minks for that whole week. Jeff really likes it when I play dress up for him. And since he makes me feel so good, I LOOVE to do it for him.
Once we got back, I started working for Harry. I think he must have just hired me so that he would have something to oogle and touch. I protested, because for some reason, when it came to him (or any man other than my Jeffy) I had strictly no attraction. It was like I don't like men at all.
But his fires have cooled off. It seems that in one of Jeffy's and my little trysts, we made a mistake, and I'm actually pregnant!
Yes.. I'm 6 month pregnant, and never felt better. I just feel so feminine every time I feel my swollen belly and think of breastfeeding.
I have this feeling though, that I'm not going to be changed back. It looks like my Jeffy and me are going to be good 'friends' for the rest of our lives....