Sorta, Kinda, Maybe ...

Sorta, Kinda, Maybe ...

Tonight is our 1-year anniversary, and Marilynn has pulled out all the stops. I am greeted at the door of the hotel, given a gin and tonic, my luggage is taken, and I am shown to the private elevator to the penthouse.

It's a glass elevator to the 34th floor, and I am either a little freaked out by the height or a real cheap drunk. Given the way my head is spinning, I am leaning towards the cheap drunk theory.

Marilynn is waiting for me as the door opens. I see racks of clothes behind her as I faint to the floor.

Something is wrong. I would normally be panicking, but I hear Marilynn's voice in my ear. "Relax sweety. You are OK. This is just temporary for your safety."

My safety? Did I hurt myself? I cannot see. My eyes are covered. I must have hit my head and suffered a concussion.

"What happened?" I ask.

"You fainted, hit your head, and suffered a nasty concussion. You've been on a feeding tube, and your voice will sound different until you heal."

I was going to ask about my voice. It is mine, but it is definitely different.

"I am going to be here until you heal, and I am not going anywhere. I love you!" She said.

WOW! Holy shit. She loves me. She said it. I eagerly respond, "I love you too!"

I tried to move to the sound of her voice, perhaps for a kiss, and I realized I could not move. "What is wrong, Marilynn?"

"You are restrained. The doctor did not want you injuring yourself. It will be a few days before you can be released. But, I will be here with you as much as I can."

"OK," I meekly replied in my new voice.

"To pass the time, tell me a story." She offered.

"What story?"

"Tell me the story of us. I know my perspective on it, but I'd love to hear yours. As a bonus, when you are done, I will tell you the same story from my perspective. We'll share the intimacy of our stories."

"It started a little over a year ago ...

I work for a progressive technology company. 50% of the company's employee are female. Even have 50% of the software engineers are female. At first it was a challenge, even in Silicon Valley, to attract this amount of talent. But, the company made it a priority, and now it is one of the premier employers for women. It has become a technical powerhouse because of it.

The Board is made up of the top female names from technology, politics, and business. That is impressive on its own. But considering that the company is private, it makes it even more impressive. The founder is illusive, and neither the press has never been able to pierce the veil of secrecy concerning the founder. Normally this would be cause for concern, but it doesn't seem to resonate with employees, customers, or vendors.

When they offered me a job after graduation 2-years ago, I jumped at it. Their commitment to continuing education is already legendary. Carnegie-Mellon, Stanford, MIT, and Cal. Tech all have extension campuses on the corporate campus. Any employee is able to attend any class for free, and to work towards a degree in any field.

I had just earned my BS in Computer Science, and I wanted to earn my PhD in it as well. Accepting the job was a perfect fit for me. When I started, it got even better. I was assigned to the Deep Learning team, which was precisely what I wanted to focus on for my PhD.

The team I joined was led by Dr. Linda Keller PhD, who left Stanford to join the company. I was the only guy on the team. At first, it felt a little strange, but I soon came to love it. Working with female engineers is far more collaborative than competitive. Why does that matter? Well, it accelerated our success.

In just a few years, we had the leading virtual worker in the market. Our virtual receptionist and virtual support analyst actually passed a Turing test. We were the first commercial software makers to do this, and I was part of the team that did it.

I love my work. I love my company, and I love my team. I am 5'5" and 200lbs. I've been picked on since high school. I am called an Oompa-Loompa. I have never dated, because I was never good with women as girlfriends. I am great with women as friend. Most of my fear stems from the fact that I only have a 4" penis.

However, at work, I am just part of the team, and my appearance does not matter. They care about me. They are my sisters, and I love it. I get them as my sisters, and I never have to worry about the awkward flirting or other dating banter.

Just over a year ago, the company announced a pilot program aimed at helping all of its employees to be healthy and fit. The target was to have everyone at a proper BMI within 2 years. I was asked by Dr. Keller if I was willing to be part of the beta volunteers for the first attempt. She asked, and I hated letting her down. So, I agreed.

The program started with an extensive 3-day physical and mental assessment. I was poked, prodded, measured, and assessed. I filled out reams of online forms, answered in-person evaluations, and was groped more times that I care to consider. Seriously, my penis and testicles were observed and measured so many times that it finally became a non-issue.

Think I am joking? The last day, the 9 of us in the initial volunteers were all in a line. There were 7 women and 2 men in the group. The other guy was an ex-NCAA football player, and he was my direct opposite. The women were a range of body-types with a bias towards the curvy or BBW end. How do I know this? Because as we all stood there in that line on the last day, we were all naked.

Yes! I was standing naked in a line with other people, and I had become so accustomed to it that I wasn't even ashamed. Besides, everyone was looking at Howard, the other guy. His penis is huge. Seriously, he must be 9". I think all the women in the group want to bear his children, and I am not sure I blame them. So, while I am in the line, I am absolutely ignored.

At the end of the evaluation process, we were each given custom-mixed vitamins, dosing schedules, and work-out plans. Our meals would be provided for us in the company cafeteria. And, we would continue to be evaluated 2-3 times per week.

Within a month, the group's transformation was amazing. All of us felt an immediate improvement in our energy and our positive mindset. All of us, except Howard, had lost weight, and he had put on serious muscle. I had lot 40lbs in just 30 days. I knew the rate was not sustainable, but I felt hope that I was onto something really good.

During one of our group sessions, the VP of Public Relations came into the group. We were being invited to the annual Children's Ball as company ambassadors. We would show the adults and children that with modern know-how and medicines, that real progress was possible.

I was stunned. I do not do well around people, and I am especially bad at parties. I do not know what to say, and I do not really dress well. But, I couldn't say no. And, I was not going to be able to hide. I was going to be on display.

I was so happy for all the girls. I am sure they would love it. I would do my best for them. At the very least, I would smile for them. Hopefully, I could disappear into the woodwork rather quickly.

The party came, and as I was heading out to my car, a limo pulled up outside. The girls on the team had rented a stretch limo, and they came by to pick me up. WOW! That was very nice, but it did limit my options for escape. But since we were going to a major hotel, I could easily get a cab back home.

They handed me a gin and tonic when I got into the limo, and I finished the second one by the time I arrived at the hotel. I was wearing jeans, a nerd t-shirt, a tweed jacket, and $400 sneakers I had bought for the event. The sneakers were more expensive than my entire wardrobe. I kind of existed on t-shirts I got from several annual conferences I attended. And I had a lot more t-shirt options these days with my weight loss.

Loosened up from the drinks, I actually managed to wander a bit. As I did, I saw you. The red dress you wore was stunning. It accentuated everything about you. Combined with your auburn hair and normally statuesque 5'10", you towered in stunning beauty in those matching 4" heels.

I probably looked like a carnival freak, but you smiled and winked at me from across the room. I would not have thought anything about it until your card arrived at my table later in the night. You gave me your cell number, your address, and you told me to pick you up at 7pm on Friday. I read the card several times just to be sure I wasn't hallucinating.

On the ride back, there were only 4 of us. Heather and Jill had met people at the party, and were not coming back with us. Amber was asleep in the limo almost as soon as she crawled inside of it. Kelly and Sarah started making out, and progressed to full on lesbian oral sex.

Here's the thing. The vitamin mix I was on was affecting me, and I apparently was affecting everyone. I had spoken to the doctors about it, and they assured me it was normal. With improved vitality and vigor, I was also getting an increased sex drive.

So, I was masturbating all the time. But, having only 4", I was really just rubbing. My penis wasn't getting hard, but it was way more sensitive. So, as Kelly and Sarah fucked, I was rubbing myself. Then they surprised me. They both reached over and starting rubbing and kissing me. As Kelly rubbed me, she slipped a finger in my ass. I wanted to object, but it felt really good. DAMN! Really good!

Sarah straddled me, and she ground her hips into me. I wasn't hard, but it felt great. She was wet, and getting wetter. We came in a mutual simultaneous orgasm, and I just collapsed in their arms. They came up to my apartment with me, and we spent the rest of the night cuddling together.

The next morning, rather than being embarrassed at their behavior, we had a nice morning of kissing, sucking, and caressing. I was embarrassed to admit that I lost my virginity with them. In fact, they were my first kiss. I didn't tell them.

Friday came, and not a moment too soon. I was having to masturbate 2-3 times per day. Perhaps being around you would satiate that need. So, I drove my VW Beetle, and chuckled as I drove up to your house. It wasn't a house. It was a mansion. You already lived in the most exclusive neighborhood in town. You also had the premier house in that community. I felt insecure, and the good part of that was that my libido dropped.

As I drove up in the loop, the door opened, and you came out to meet me. I should remember what you were wearing, where we went, or what we ate. I remember none of it. I just remember you making me feel safe.

Better yet, as we sat in my car as I dropped you off, you opened up to me. You'd been hurt in past relationships, and you wanted to go slow. You gave me a kiss on the cheek, and you asked if I was OK with going slow. I nodded, and you smiled your beautiful smile at me.

I got home, and found a gift basket waiting for me. It was your Thank You! You even gave me a white rose. The basket had a handwritten card that told me that you would pick me up next Friday morning.

The week up to our second date was both awful and glorious. It was glorious because I could hardly think of anything else but you. It was awful because I got bad news. The doctors had detected early signs of breast cancer. They needed to change my program immediately.

They warned me of a couple of changes. I was going to drop weight quickly, because I was not going to feel like eating. But, they would monitor me, and make sure I was safe. I was also going to lose all my body hair, but surprisingly, they told me, my hair was going to grow longer. My skin was going to grow sensitive, and I might have to change clothing to adjust. And finally, my breasts were actually going to grow. It was a natural effect of the hormones, and they would fix it when I was cancer free.

I wanted to cancel our Friday meeting, but when you called me on Thursday to confirm, I couldn't bring myself to say No. When you drove up and I got into the car, you looked at me seriously. You said, "Are you willing to take my lead, and to do as I say?"

"Yes!"

"I am serious. I need you to trust me. If you trust me, I believe I will transform your life. Are you ready to change your life?"

OK, it was a little weird, but I nodded and smiled.

You said, "I have a friend who works as a nurse in your fitness program. She told me your status. I like you a lot, and I am not going to abandon you now. Your cancer doesn't matter to me. We will fight it together."

I broke down in tears at your compassion. I was speechless. You just held me in your arms, running your fingers through my hair.

The first three months were the worst. My hair grew long, eventually dropped below my shoulders. The doctors asked me to keep it long. Hair turns out to be a long-running archive of your health, and they wanted to wait until I was cancer free. Then, they would cut it to recover my health history. So, I let it grow, but learned the joys of tangled hair. Thanks to you, I learned how to brush my hair, and keep it in ponytails.

My breasts grew rapidly, quicker than I thought, and I had to learn to wear bras. Having your breasts grow quickly is painful. Thankfully the company allowed me to work from home. Ironically, I was probably more productive at home. I was only home because of the regimen of vitamins, medicines, creams, and therapy. I had a full-time nurse during the day just to keep me on track.

With breasts, my skin also grew very sensitive. I was given a cream for it. It helped, My skin was smoother. But, I switched to satin and silk. Since I already had to wear bras, I switched to panties. Women have more options in silk and satin.

Even though I had a day-time nurse, you were there almost every night. You can never fully appreciate how much you helped. Seriously! You rubbed cream into my breasts every night to alleviate the skin stretching pains. It was not something I could ask the nurse. But, you understood. It wasn't sexual. It was medical.

Don't get me wrong. You very well know that I enjoyed it. It had a sexual component to it. And I know you loved it when I did the same for you. Knowing just how good it felt, it was not something I could not do for you. With my own breasts, I knew exactly what would make you feel good, and it was obvious that I was right by your reactions.

I loved when you kissed me. You climbing on top. Pinning me helplessly to the bed. My medications had weakened me, and I felt so vulnerable to you.

After 3 months, things settled. I had settled into a routine with you. I had even started getting manicures and pedicures with you. Cutting my nails hurt. But if my nails were shaped, it didn't hurt. I also liked the look of the clear gloss they used on my nails. It certainly kept them from breaking.

About 6 months in, my legs had dropped in shape, and I needed to wear compression hose. Thankfully you suggested to the doctor that pantyhose might work as well. They are much more comfortable than medical compression hose.

My weight stabilized. I had dropped to 115, and didn't seem to be losing any more. The doctors told me this was a great sign. I had finally turned the corner on the cancer.

At 9 months, we learned that I was lactating. You were playing with my breasts when I started to orgasm. As I did, milk started squirting from me. The doctors were great. It was just a result of the medications, and a GOOD result. It meant my breasts were rebuilding. It was easily correctible once I was cured.

At 10 months, my insomnia started. I couldn't sleep. I kept waking up in sheets that were drenched and tossed around the bed. The company brought in specialists who taught me meditation. They gave me tapes to help me sleep, and to practice my meditation while I slept.

I finally got my insomnia in check, and started sleeping fully. I had dreams. I didn't share them with you until the night before our anniversary.

I remember you coming into my room with the doctor and a huge smile. I was cancer free. I had already been living normally, but staying at home. I was now free to get off the medicines, and to resume a normal life. I had some transformations to undergo to get back to normal, but the doctor told me to let those go for a while.

I had been through enough. I was fully accepted at work. They didn't care how I looked. And going through more medical processes right now was not suggested. I agreed. So, you invited me over to the house to celebrate.

I remember the car you sent to pick me up. There were a dozen red roses in the back for me. I was crying they were so beautiful.

I thought I was meeting you at your mansion, but you had me driven to the beach house. When we arrived, the driver opened the door for me, and you met me at the door.

You kissed me there in the door, and then you picked me up in your arms. It felt silly and wonderful. I was helpless to you. The cancer treatments had weakened me, but strengthen my love for you.

You took me to the bedroom, and you laid me on the bed. Pinning me, I was helpless. You fastened my hands and feet with fur-lined cuffs. You then proceeded to play with and tease me.

I was quivering in moments, and lost in your touch. You controlled me.

You looked at me as you pinned me to the bed and said, "Do you trust me?"

I nodded, breathlessly.

You went over to the bedside stand, and pulled out a strap-on cock. You lifted your dressed, showing me your beautiful shaved pussy for the first time, as you put on the cock. You lubed it, and you lubed my ass. You then unfastened my cuffs. Lifting my legs, you slowly inserted your strap-on cock.

I was crying. It hurt. But, I knew you loved it. I wanted to please you.

"Please, don't stop!" I screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

You just smiled, and continued your slow assault. When I finally adjusted to your strap-on, I was in a whole other world. I no longer hurt. It was fucking amazing. I started screaming, "Fuck me! Make me your fuckslut!" I meant every bit of it. I was not something I was doing to divert the pain. I was doing it to increase the pleasure. Holy fuck!

I started rubbing myself. As I did, I admitted my dreams to you. As you fucked me, I told you that over the last two months I was dreaming about cock. I was dreaming about getting fucked. I was masturbating in my dreams to the thoughts of it. And now, you were giving it to me.

I took a little control. I got up on my knees doggie style, and I let you fuck me. I rode your cock for all it was worth. I arched my back as you played with m nipples. I moaned as you kissed, sucked, and bit my neck. And, I lost it. I collapsed.

When I woke up the next morning, you were already gone. There was a note on the bed for me. You had left clothes in the apartment for me, and a driver was waiting for me all day.

The clothes turned out to be the same red dress I had first seen you wearing. I slipped it on, along with a pair of flats. I went outside to meet the drive. I realized I had no ID, but he just handed me a purse you had given him for me.

I spent a spa day getting ready for you that night. By the time the girls finished my make-up, I was imminently fuckable. But unlike you, even in 4" spike heels, I was still shorter than you, even in flats.

As I entered the hotel, heads turned. The guys were looking at me. Not as a freak, but as a hot bitch they wanted to fuck. They wanted to breed me. I knew that look.

So, I was thrilled to be coming to you. And, I messed it all up by getting drunk and getting seriously hurts."

I cried as I finished the story.

"Now, now, Julie Anne. Don't cry, you'll mess up your make-up. Besides, you are not precisely hurt."

"What?"

She started removing bandages and restraints from me.

"You were drugged, not injured. Drugged to allow us the time to finish your transition." Marilynn said to me as she handed me a mirror.

My face had been adjusted with a smaller nose. My eyebrows were thin, and my lips were a full sexy red. As I looked, Marilynn removed the last of the bandages. As she did, I noticed these immediately. I slide my hands down to explore my new pussy. As I did, tears rolled down my face. I was so happy.

"Now, for my story in a shortened version. My Dad started the company you work for, and I selected you from college. Everything you have done at work has been a test. You fit in with our female culture, because you've always been female. Knowing that, it was our obligation to help you."

"So! The tapes I listened to were subconsciously reprogramming me into a girl?"

"NO! Do not be silly. Those tapes helped you sleep. Your dreams were your own. You really are a girl, but had never expressed it. It was just your expression coming out." She said.

"So, I really want cock?" I asked.

"Yes, trust me girl. You talk in your sleep big time. And you definitely need cock!" She giggled.

I raised my eyes at her with a smile and a giggle of my own.

"But, we also owe you for your transformation?"

"You owe me? I thought I'd owe you?"

"Not entirely. You helped us pioneer many breakthrough methods in transformative care."

"But why me?"

"Well, aside from the fact that you seemed a perfect fit, during the exams, we really did find you had breast cancer. In fact, it was Stage 4. There was no real hope except for the therapy we offered you."

"OK, but why didn't you tell me the side-effects?"

"Because, we had no idea there were side-effects. They were not intentional. They just came as an added bonus. For the record, your Stage 4 breast cancer was cured, completely, in 2 months. The process is revolutionary Thanks to you!"

"But, what about women? That's the thing. We are already running tests. It is spectacular. It not only cure cancer, but it resets a woman to just about a perfect BMI. And, it appears to be a lasting BMI reset."

"So, it cure cancer and fixes obesity? WOW!"

"Yes, WOW! It also increases a woman's sex drive, increases her fertility, and improves her orgasms. And in a way we don't understand yet, actually improves the erectile function of her partner."

"All that from me?"

"Yes. And one completely unexpected side-effect we did not learn from you, but from one of the newer patients, it that it dramatically reduces organ rejection rates. It help your body adapt the new organ better."

"WOW! How cool!"

"And as a Thank You, we'd like to offer you a transplant option."

"And I dying?"

"No, but we think you would "die" for this ability. We are 99% certain we can make you a fully fertile female with a full ovarian/uterus transplant. The medicine will aid dramatically, and the result will be you having the ability to have children." Marilynn smiled at me with that last bit.

I paused to think about it. With a broad smile and a nod, I said, "Yes!"

You'll have to read my continuation for the next part of the story. But let me say this, Howard is really a great Dad, and an incredibly lover. I think I tire the poor guy out, but he never seems to mind having sex at least once a day.

What do you think? Email me at tsjuliemonroe@yahoo.com

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