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Feeling like a repost of my previous works.  My BIOCHEMISTRY story line
(lots of TG stuff) was recently reposted on these same newsgroups.  If you
missed it, and are interested in reading it, send me an email and I'll send
it off.

My Witch Chronicles (A TG Witch's Tale, Elizabeth's Story, and I Was a
Teenage Sorceress) will be reposted when I've finished the upcoming sequel
(for those of you who read it and want to know what happened to Daphne, I'm
writing it now).

Read, let me know what you think.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, and is
not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of such
material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your religion or
personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted to
download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action contains
these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely at the
discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no apologies for any
rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or magic that may be broken
within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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TRINARY

Sometime in the near future...

Janine Travis sat in the cafe fuming.  She couldn't believe those
bubble-headed, moronic,... so and so's!  Couldn't they see the advantage of
the new computer she had designed?  Janine was a computer designer who, at
the age of 26, had more computer design related degrees than any man twice
her age, with a few theoretical physics degrees thrown in for good measure.
She had discovered a way of detecting and stabilizing the individual
subatomic particle on the patterns which made up the circuitry of a
computer.  And since she could also detect the spin on the charge, that
meant she had the capability of designing a "trinary" computer. a computer
where the individual bits could be either 0, 1, or 2 instead of the
standard 0 or 1 of a binary.  It was a new design that would revolutionize
the computer industry.  And those idiot businessmen she had pitched the
design to couldn't see that!

Trouble was, now that she had a chance to cool down over a cup of coffee,
she had to admit that they were right.  They were concerned with program
compatibility issues, stability of the system, processor speed, etc.
Janine felt that she had solved those design problems, but she was enough
of a scientist to admit that her solutions were all paper solutions, and
those kind of solutions rarely worked out as well in reality as they did on
paper.  Janine was trapped in a Catch-22.  She needed funds to build a
prototype, but she couldn't convince anybody to give her funds without a
working prototype.

"Miss Travis?"

Janine looked up.  Standing at the edge of her table was Jack Hayes.  Hayes
was one of the businessmen Janine had pitched her idea to an hour ago.
Accompanying him was a lady, Mr. Hayes' Executive Secretary as Janine
recalled.  Both Hayes and the young lady were incredibly attractive people
(Janine was bisexual and wouldn't have been adverse to bedding both, even
at the same time) and Jack Hayes was, to the business world, what Janine
was to the computer world.  Actually, even that was playing down his
accomplishments.  At 14, he had made his first million.  And at his current
age of twenty, he owned one of the largest multinational corporations in
the world.

"Mr. Hayes, what can I do for you?"

"May we sit down?"  Janine waved him into the booth.  Hayes' secretary sat
first and brought out a portable computer.  Hayes sat beside her.  "I'd
like to talk to you about your new computer design."

Janine groaned.  "I hope you don't expect me to go through my entire
proposal again."

Hayes shook his head.  "No, no.  I'm just interested in the memory aspects
of your new design.  Exactly how much of a memory expansion can be
expected?"

"Well, a standard character from the ASCII character set uses 8-bits-"

Hayes held up a hand to stop her.  "Please, Miss Travis, keep it out of the
technical.  Bottom line - how much memory expansion can I get?"

Janine sighed.  "Using a trimmed ASCII character set you would use 5 bits
and get an expansion of 1.6 times.  Using a full character set with a lot
of extra space, you would use 6 and get an expansion of 1.3 times."

"Could you build a trinary memory storage and design a device so that a
binary processor could handle it?"

"Not effectively.  The cost of the equipment and programs necessary to
translate the data would be so prohibitive, that you might as well just
build a trinary processor."

"You let me worry about the costs.  But could you do it?"

Janine eyed Hayes suspiciously.  "Could, but not willing to."

"Why not?  I assure you, you would be paid well.  Easily enough to fund
your own project to design a full trinary processor."

"Mr. Hayes, even if you let me take all my design notes with me instead of
keeping them for yourself, if I start with memory and build a processor
later, it'll take me approximately 16 months, 8 months on memory, and
another 8 months on the processor.  But if I start with the processor and
build the memory around it, it'll take only 10 months, 12 at the outside.
And to be honest, I'm just not interested in wasting a half year of my
life."

Janine started to rise, when Hayes put his hand on her arm.  "Alright then,
I'll fund your design."

Janine smiled.  "Let's talk details."

"What do you want?"

"Complete funding of the project."

"Done."

"A monthly stipend of $5,000.  And living expenses."

"Done."

"A completion bonus of $500, 000."

"Done."

"50% of all profits made on the computer after it goes into production."

"Done."

"And total ownership of the patent."

"Co-ownership.  50/50."

"I can live with that."

"Now, I want something in return from you."

"What?"

Hayes leaned in close.  "A total lock-down on this.  Total secrecy.
Anybody asks about it, and you tell them you've given up.    Better yet,
you tell them you've found some design flaws that you've got to work out
and the project is on indefinite hold."

"Why?"

"That's my business.  Do we have a deal?"

Janine thought about it and finally said (as she knew she would), "Yes."

***************

13 MONTHS LATER...

Janine finally clicked the last circuit in place.  Almost on schedule, Jack
and his secretary walked in.  "Is it finished?"

"Yes.  Done and ready for programming."

"Can a binary program be dropped in?  Can it be easily adapted to run
machinery that a binary computer runs?"

"Oh, sure.  All it takes is programming it to ignore the spin on the
charged particle.  An incredibly simple program if you know the computer's
operating system."

"So when will the program be finished?"

"Oh, you didn't pay to have me program the computer.  Just build it."

Hayes gave Janice a stern look.  "Miss Travis, I may not be a computer
expert, but even I know that a computer without programs is useless, and
any court I choose to drag you into would agree that I didn't contract to
build useless hardware."

"Perhaps.  But we both know you have no intention of dragging me into
court, which happens to be a public forum.  You've required far too much
secrecy for this project."  Hayes started to say something when Janine
interrupted him.  "Mr. Hayes, when you agreed to all my parameters without
argument, I was suspicious.  But to be honest, I didn't particularly care
as long as I got to build my computer.  But over the last month, the month
that went beyond my projected date of completion for the computer, you have
become increasingly annoying in the frequency and urgency of your visits.
In fact, over the last couple days, I have spent more time getting rid of
you then I did working on the prototype."

"So this is your way of getting back at me?"

"No, I'm not that petty.  But it became very clear to me that you had some
need for the trinary computer beyond what you were saying.  Something that
you expected to net you profits far beyond what you expected to turn over
to me."

"And?"

"And I want in."

Hayes started to deny it, but his secretary tugged on his arm and whispered
something in his ear.  They carried on a brief whispered conversation, then
Hayes turned to Janice and said, "All right, Miss Travis I'll come clean,
but I want you to know something, if the contents of this conversation ever
go beyond the three of us, you will disappear.  You will disappear so
completely that your mother will forget she ever birthed you.  Now, do you
wish to continue, or would you rather just write the program, take the
money and run?"

At first, Janice thought that Hayes was just trying to be dramatic for
emphasis, but, looking into his eyes, she knew he was totally serious,
which scared her, but  intrigued her all the more.  Swallowing, she said,
"I'm in."

"Okay, but you may think differently after I tell you what you're in for.
I do indeed have a secret project that I need your computer for.  I wanted
to keep it totally secret, but my secretary points out that I could very
well use someone with a more technical bent to help make it work.  But if
you're in, you're all the way in."

"I understand."

"No, I don't think you do.  If you get into this, you will disappear.  You
will live in the project base.  Food, entertainment, reading material,
everything you need will be delivered to you, but you won't be allowed to
depart until the project is completed or until such time as it has been
determined to be impossible to finish."

Curiouser and curiouser.  Janice thought about it and finally said, "I'm in."

Hayes smiled and said, "Good."  He then pulled a small device that looked
like a garage door opener out of his pocket and pressed it.  A section of
one wall slid upwards, revealing a door.  Janice was amazed.  In the
thirteen months she had worked in this lab, she had never suspected.  Hayes
walked up to the door and pulled out a key.  "Last chance.  Once we go
through this door, there's no turning back."

Janice just said, "Open it."

Hayes opened the door, and the three walked down a long flight of steps.
When they entered the room, the lights automatically turned on, confronting
Janice with a sight that looked like something out of a history book.  In
front of her was an ancient console that dated back to the seventies when a
person who was expected to run a computer had to be hyper-specialized,
because he had to know exactly what each button did, exactly what each dial
changed, in order to run the machinery.  Above the console was a pane of
glass that looked into a room that held a single chair with a metal cap.

Janice looked at Hayes and said, "What is this?  Some kind of joke?  This
is your project?  Do you know how... ancient this stuff is?"

"It dates back to the seventies.  And, yes, this is my project."  Janice
was flabbergasted.  "What do you know of history, Miss Travis?
Specifically, cold war history?"

"Cold war..." Janice mumbled.  History had never been her strong point.
"Post World War II to late twentieth century.  A time when two economic
super-powers clashed in non-violent confrontation through covert activities
and propaganda until the dissolution of the USSR into its component nation
states."

"That's good enough for our purposes.  In the early seventies, the USSR
engaged on a secret program to develop a device which would change the tide
of their covert activities.  This device."

"Well...  What is it?"

"A mind reading device."

"You're not serious."

"Very.  A few years after the dissolution, Russia was in serious economic
straits and started selling off their old technologies.  At that point I
invested in it, and bought this device."

"Ok, then what's wrong with it?  If it worked, the communist nations
should've won the cold war."

"Well, it seemed they had a problem.  The human mind contains so much data
that the memory of the time was incapable of handling it.  After I bought
it, I attempted to upgrade to the better memory of the late 90s, but even
then the memory too quickly was filled up.  That's why I wanted your
trinary memory.  In order to make the device usable.  Imagine it, Miss
Travis, knowing the details of what all your competitors are planning, even
before they implement them."

"All right.  But there is no reason to deal with this ancient technology.
If I'm going to upgrade this machine, I want to upgrade all of it.  The
interfaces, controls, everything."

"Done.  There's a room off to the side where you'll sleep."

****************

TWO WEEKS LATER...

Janice was under the control panel installing the last keyboard in the
upgrade when Hayes secretary, Theresa Scoggins, walked in with the daily
delivery of food.  Janice came out from underneath the panel and sat down.

"How long till the upgrades are done?" Theresa asked.

"They're done.  Just finished the last installation."

"So it's usable now?"

"Not quite.  I've got to do a cold boot."

"So what?  Fifteen, twenty minutes?"

Janice laughed.  As she started to boot the computer, she said, "I wish.
Too much of the technical data that came with this was missing and/or
purposefully deleted.  Almost all of the ROM, and there is a lot of it, is
still ancient seventies circuitry.  It'll take almost twelve hours for the
computer to run its self-diagnostic check."

"So what've you got to do?"

"Sit here."

"For twelve hours?"

"Yup."

Theresa sat on the edge of the console.  "I've got something that might
help to pass the time."

"What?  A rousing game of twenty questions?"

"Not exactly."  Theresa leaned forward and lightly kissed Janice on the
lips.  At first, Janice was surprised, but quickly warmed to the kiss.

"Theresa, I never suspected."

"Do you mind?"

"Not at all."  Janice stood and wrapped her arms around Theresa.  "In fact,
I find the idea quite pleasurable."  She then returned Theresa's kiss with
a hundred times the intensity.

As they kissed, Theresa pulled Janice into the bedroom.  Then, in a
frenzied rush, they quickly stripped each other, throwing their clothes
about the room.  After they were naked and sitting on the bed, they slowed
down.  Janice reached up and hesitantly stroked Theresa's breast.  Theresa
moaned and threw back her head.  Janice leaned forward and kissed Theresa's
tits.  She started at the top of the slope of her tit, and kissed her way
down to the nipple, taking it in her mouth and sucking and nibbling on it
until it was stiff and pointy.  Then she repeated the process with the
other breast.

After both of her nipples seemed stiff as could be, Theresa pulled Janice
back and said, "My turn."  She then started loving Janice's tits as her own
had been, pushing Janice to her back on the bed.  Then she kissed her way
down Janice's belly till she reached Janice's center of love.  She pressed
her tongue to the base of her slit and slowly licked her way up to Janice's
clit.  She stuck out her tongue, stiffening it like a little cock, and
started licking at Janice's organ.

Janice moaned loudly and said, "Swing yourself around, I want to pleasure
you while you pleasure me."

"I thought you'd never ask."  Theresa swung her body around so that her own
cunt was positioned over Janice's mouth.  She slowly lowered until Janice
could easily reach her, then returned to licking Janice's cunt.  She felt
Janice apply her tongue to her own cunt, exciting her to faster action in
Janice's cunt.  That prompted Janice to faster action, which prompted her,
which prompted Janice.  This soon built them to a fury and both exploded in
orgasm at the same time.

In the afterglow, both lay together, fondling and rubbing each other.
Janice was the first to speak.  "I'd never have guessed you were just as bi
as I was."

"Truth be told, I much prefer stroking and fondling a lady to a man.  Oh, I
don't mind them, I just prefer women."

Janice was confused.  "Now wait a second.  I've seen you making those big
doe eyes at your boss.  Even if he doesn't see it, you seem thoroughly
entranced with that particular specimen of manhood.  Not that I blame you.
He's quite a hunk."

"Well, you might think me a gold-digger, but I'm really just interested in
trying to get him to marry me.  Problem is, he's so caught up in his work
that he doesn't even seem to notice me sexually."

Janice thought about it and smiled.  "I think I can help you.  Do you trust
me?"

"Yes."

"Then here's what you do..."

**************

NEXT MORNING...

Jack and Theresa walked into the underground vault.  "So, Miss Travis, Miss
Scoggins tells me you're ready to do a test."

"Yes, I am.  The question is, are you ready?"

"Of course."

"So get in there, already."

"Me?  Surely you jest."

"Didn't I tell you?  I was sure I did."

"Tell me what?"

"We need a baseline reading in order to adjust to others."

"So why not Miss Scoggins?"

"Sorry.  The machine requires a different configuration to work on a woman.
The technical data you've got explains how to change it based on the
baseline for a man, but not what it is after those changes."

"So we can get someone else."

"Really?  For the baseline to be a proper baseline, it's got to be from
someone who isn't drugged, hypnotized and isn't in any exacerbated state of
emotion, including fear or confusion.  Which means , you've got to tell him
exactly where he is, exactly what's going to happen, and must have no fear
that something... untoward is going to happen to him, if you get my drift.
You know anybody who you can trust enough to put in that state, to explain
everything to?"

"No.  I don't."

"So..."

Jack paused for a while, then walked into the room and sat down.  Janice
followed him in.  "Where's the cap?"

"I replaced that.  If you want this to use against your business
competitors, you can't very well expect them to sit in something that looks
like an electric chair, can you?"

Jack gave a brief laugh and said, "No, I suppose not.  So where's the reader?"

"It's in the back of the chair.  That was one thing I could easily
miniaturize.  Now just lean back and wait."  Janice walked out and
activated the console.  After about fifteen minutes, she said, "Okay, we're
done."

"That's it?  The technical data I saw lead me to believe this process might
take hours."

"Mr. Hayes, binary processors of today are hugely faster than the old
processors, and a trinary processor is even faster than a binary."

"So now what?"

"Now you go back to work.  The older parts in this computer are going to
take a few hours to work up the baseline."

"How many hours?"

"Expect about 6 to 8."

"Alright then, I'll be back at the end of the day."

Jack and Theresa drove back to their office.  When they entered her office,
he said to her, "Miss Scoggins, hold all my calls, I don't want to be
disturbed for a while."

"Yes, sir."

Jack entered his office, closed the door and pulled down the shades.  Then
he went behind his desk and got completely undressed.  He opened the top
right drawer and pulled out two breastforms and some spirit gum, the stuff
actor's used to paste fake moustaches and the like to their faces.  He
applied a layer to both the breastforms and his chest, then very carefully
pressed the breastforms to his chest.  Looking in a full length mirror, he
smiled.  The breastforms were perfectly matched to his own skin in tone and
it actually looked as though he had grown two sizable tits.

He then got out a frilly, pink bra and carefully put it on, making sure
that his "tits" were properly nestled in the cups.  He then got out the
sheer, full-length slip that was in the drawer and slowly slipped it over
his head and let it cascade about his form.  His body shivered as the silk
caressed his frame, his dick already starting to rise at the soft kiss of
the fabric.  He then took out a pair of thigh-high stockings, sat down and
slowly rolled  them up his legs.

After he was finished, he got out the final garment, a pair of silk
panties, colored pink to match his bra.  He reached into the drawer and got
a panty shield.  He peeled off the strip covering the adhesive and
carefully put it onto the panties.  He wished he didn't have to use the
shield, but he knew full well what would happen if he didn't.  As he pulled
the panties up his leg, his dick got harder and harder.  He was barely able
to pull the panties around his throbbing member.  Then it happened.  As the
silk simultaneously touched his balls and the top of his dick, he exploded,
soaking the panty shield with his cum.

He collapsed back in the chair, his dick still hard as a rock.  He reached
down and grasped his cock, his body shivering as the silk wrapped around
his dick.  As he started to pump his member, the door opened and in walked
Theresa.  Looking at him, she got a very shocked look on her face.  Jack
got a sheepish look on his face.  Quickly recovering, Theresa walked around
the desk, sat on his lap, put an arm around his shoulders, replaced the
hand on his dick with her free hand, and started stroking him.  When he
moaned, she plastered his lips with her own.  As she pumped his dick, he
reached up and massaged her tits.  Slowly, they built up together until he
shot another wad into the panty shield.

Then, before she could say anything, he slipped his hands under her armpits
and sat her on the desk in front of him.  He then reached under her skirt,
pulled her panties off, buried his head in her crotch and started licking
her cunt.  She looked down at him.  She knew he was really all man, but
looking down and seeing this tit-laden man licking her cunt (and he was a
surprisingly good cunt-licker), was getting her extremely turned on.  She
thought that when she finally got him into bed (proverbially speaking),
she'd have to fake her orgasm.  But when she came, it was definitely for
real; her hips slamming against his mouth as she shuddered in orgasm.

Then, when he pulled back, she noticed, amazingly, that his dick was still
hard as a rock.  She reached down, pulled his panties from around his dick,
then slid down on top of him.  They leaned together and kissed.  Then she
noticed it.  He was a GREAT kisser!  Something very surprising for a man.
As she stroked his back, he started moving her in a slow, gentle pace.
Most men seemed to think that women wanted men to slam their stiff members
into them, but Jack took his time, making sure that Theresa got as much out
of it as he did.  No, check that, he seemed to be making sure that she got
as much out of it as she wanted, his own pleasure being secondary to her
own.  Soon their pace accelerated and Theresa did something she had never
done before, she came with a man's dick inside her.  And her coming was
like a dam bursting in Jack, and he was spraying his seed deep inside her.

They collapsed together, Jack growing soft inside her.  He sighed and said,
"Thank you.  I never thought I'd find a woman who'd understand."

"Understand what?"

"My desire for women's clothes.  I've been wearing them ever since I was a
teen.  I've also been sneaking time to come in here and get all dressed up.
I've been afraid to get involved with a woman for fear of how she might
react.  You were my first."

Theresa seemed confused, but said, "Wow."

Jack sighed.  "Well, back to real life.  I want you to go down to the
project and make sure that Janice gets whatever she needs."

Theresa kissed Jack, put on her panties, and left for the project room.
She rushed back, with a speed that would've gotten her arrested if a cop
had been anywhere around.  The first thing she said as she entered the room
where Janice was typing on the computer was, "Alright.  How'd you do it?"

"Do what?" Janice replied as she turned with a smirk on her face that told
Theresa that she knew exactly what Theresa was talking about.

"You know."

"Do I?"

Theresa decided that she had to play if she was going to get any answers
out of Janice.  "When we got back, I waited for a little while, then walked
in on Jack.  He was dressed in bra, including breastforms, panties, and
slip.  We have sex, then he tells me he's always had a passion for women's
clothes and has been sneaking away to dress up in the clothes he was
wearing for years."

"Didn't you believe him?"

"Considering that I put those clothes in the drawer only four hours ago, at
your behest I might add, no, I don't believe him.  Now how'd you get him to
fake that attitude?"

"How do you know he was faking?"

"What else could it be?"

"Could it be that that was how he remembers it?"

Theresa was confused.  Then she looked at the machine behind Janice and
asked "That machine?"  Janice nodded.  "But how?"

"Something always struck me as strange about the story Jack gave me.  Oh,
not that I thought he was lying, but there was something odd about his
story.  And when I looked at the development logs, I knew I was right."

"What was it?"

"Memory."

"Care to explain that?"

"According to the story as Jack knew it, the only reason the machine
couldn't work, was that there wasn't enough memory.  Now I can understand
where you might need to map the entire brain in order to change it, but
just reading it?  Maybe, but doubtful.  And even if you did need to know
all of it, advances in memory were being made from the 50s on, yet the
development logs show the project was utterly abandoned in '74.  Why?"

"I give.  Why?"

"The problem was never memory.  The problem was the computer structure."
When Theresa shook her head in confusion, Janice continued, "It's an
intrinsic problem with binary computers.  In a binary computer, everything
has to be broken down into two things, yes/no, can/can't, is/isn't, etc.
Now with a very complex series of these yes/no questions, you can get very
complex solutions, but ultimately it still breaks down into yes or no."

"So?"

"Now you get to the human mind.  The problem with reading it is that the
human mind recognizes three states, yes, no and maybe, a state which is
both yes and no, yet neither at the same time.  Now a binary computer tries
to read one of these maybes and it jams.  It starts filling the available
memory with garbage.  Then when it's totally filled, it starts over and
rewrites everything.  And will continue to do that until it's forcibly
stopped."

Suddenly Theresa understood.  "But a trinary processor wouldn't have that
limitation!"

"Exactly."

"But what about Jack?  How'd you get him into those girl clothes?"

"Don't you get it?"  Theresa shook her head.  "As long as you're reading
the book of the mind, why not rewrite it?"

Dawning came across Theresa's face, and she looked at the machine with a
combination of awe and fear.  "Oh."

"Exactly."

"So that was a story you implanted?  He never wore women's clothes before?
He wasn't a virgin?"

"Oh, he never wore women's clothes, but he was a virgin."

Theresa smiled.  "So he was a virgin?  I was his first?  That's pretty hard
to believe.  He was really good."  When Janice smiled, Theresa asked,
"What?  What did you do?"

"Before you got here, I took a reading of myself.  Then, I implanted a
knowledge of how I like sex as well as the fact that he now gets more
sexual excitement from pleasing his partner than he gets from being pleased
by his partner."

"Wow."

"Speaking of which.  Since you're supposed to be getting me anything I
want, do you have a strap-on dildo?"

"How did you know...  Of course, you implanted that idea.  Yes, I do have a
strap-on.  It's out in the car."

"Well, go get it."

Theresa ran out to the car and got her dildo out of a bag she kept in the
trunk (she didn't want anyone accidentally finding it in the glove
compartment.  When she returned, Janice was sitting on the edge of the
console completely naked.  Theresa smiled and undressed.  She strapped on
the dildo and walked over to Janice.  Janice took the dildo in her hand and
started stroking it.  Janice giggled then said, "So are you happy to see
me, or is that a pickle in your pocket?"

Theresa smiled.  "Well it's definitely not a pickle."  She then reached up
and started to stroke Janice's tits.  Soon Janice was moaning and Theresa
smiled, leaned down, and kissed Janice's nipples.  Soon Janice was tugging
on the dildo, pulling Theresa closer to her.  Janice guided the dildo to
her cunt and Theresa started to press into her.  Janice wrapped her legs
around Theresa and pulled Theresa quickly and suddenly into her cunt.
Theresa kissed Janice deeply as she started moving in and out of her cunt.
Quickly they were moving in rhythm, Theresa pumping into Janice and Janice
bucking against Theresa.  Finally, they reached a crescendo, and came
together.

Over the next four hours, they talked, ate, and fucked.  Then got dressed
and waited for Jack.  When Theresa heard the door open, Janice leaned over
and whispered, "Don't be surprised by anything you hear from him."

Jack walked down and asked, "Are you ready for the baseline test?"

Janice replied, "Completely.  The problems we discovered this morning have
been totally solved."

Then Jack walked into the room and sat in the chair.  Janice touched a
button on the console and the machine hummed for a minute.  When Jack
walked out, he said, "That's it?  The technical data I saw lead me to
believe this process might take hours."

"Mr. Hayes, binary processors of today are hugely faster than the old
processors, and a trinary processor is even faster than a binary."

"So now what?"

"Now you go home.  The older parts in this computer are going to take a few
hours to work up the baseline."

"How many hours?"

"Expect about 6 to 8."

"Alright then, I'll be back tomorrow morning."  He turned to Theresa and
said, "Miss Scoggins, I'll expect you at my house later for that... special
project.  Expect to pull an all-nighter."

Theresa wondered what he was talking about, but remembering Janice's
warning just said, "Yes, sir," but after he left, she turned to Janice and
asked, "What was that about?  His speech was exactly like the one you two
had earlier today.  And what's this about a special project?"

"That was a test.  I implanted a program in hi mind that would change his
old memory, so that he remembers it as him having come in, tried the
machine, but it didn't work, so he came back here to try again."

"And the special project?"

"I tweaked his memory.  I took the incident that happened this morning and
changed it so that he remembers it as having happened four years ago.
About a month after you became his Executive Secretary.  Now he thinks that
you have been secret lovers for the entire four years."

"Why secret?"

"So he won't talk with anybody else about you.  Remember, his memory may
say you've been lovers for four years, but nobody else's does."

"So the "special project" is his way of saying he plans for us to have sex
tonight?"

"That and more.  I changed it so that he can't cum without wearing women's
lingerie.  He can get you to cum, but he can't cum himself.  Now he
remembers that about a year ago he started wondering what it would be like
to get fucked like a lady.  He didn't want to fuck a man, but was still
curious.  About three months ago, he told you about it, and you offered to
fuck him with a strap-on.  And this morning, he decided to take you up on
your offer."

As visions of fucking Jack with the dildo danced through her head, Theresa
got very hot.  "Now that sounds like fun."

"I thought you'd enjoy that."

"See you tomorrow morning."  Theresa ran out to her car and quickly drove
to Jack's place.  She ran inside and called out his name.

>From upstairs, she heard Jack call out, "Up here and waiting, lover."

Theresa ran up the steps two at a time and ran to Jack's room.  She ran
into the room and just stopped.  Jack was waiting there, on the bed,
dressed in bra, panties, breastforms, and slip, lounging in a very
seductive, effeminate pose.  He reached up and with one hand started
rubbing his breast like it was a real tit.  "Well?" he asked.  "Are you
going to stand there staring all day, or are you finally going to make a
real woman out of me?"

Theresa quickly undressed and got on the bed beside Jack.  She then started
stroking Jack's body.  When she stroked his "tit", Jack moaned as though it
were real.  Finally, she reached down, slipped her finger under the elastic
of his panties and slid them down his legs.  She spread his legs, placed a
pillow under his ass and knelt between them.  As she strapped on the dildo,
she noticed that Jack was trembling like a virgin, and that excited her
more than anything else.  "Do you have any Vaseline?"

"In the bathroom."  As Theresa started to get up, Jack lifted her legs and
blocked her.  "Do me dry.  Stick it in now."

"Are you sure?"

"Do me.  Now."

Theresa leaned forward, placed the dildo against the entrance to his ass
and slowly started pressing in.  Jack clenched up, and Theresa told him,
"Relax, baby, a girl shouldn't get herself too tight or she won't enjoy
herself."  Jack relaxed and Theresa started pressing in.  She waited for
Jack to relax and get used to the feeling of penetration.  After a few
seconds, he started moving on his own, bucking his hips against her.
Theresa was excited beyond belief and started moving the dildo in and out
of Jack's ass.  But the excitement she felt before was nothing compared to
when Jack wrapped his legs around her and started pulling her into him.
She wanted to hold off, but she couldn't.  She came, bucking against him
like wild.  And when she came, he came too, soaking the inside of his slip
with his sperm.

Theresa collapsed on top of her.  After a few minutes of laying together,
she pulled off and out of him.  They lay together for a while before Jack
said, "I guess we should get some sleep.  I want to be up early tomorrow.
Hopefully Janice will have corrected those problems and be able to get a
baseline on me."

Theresa smiled and thought to herself, "I don't think that you'll be
getting a baseline reading anytime soon."

The next morning, they went in for another baseline reading.  And sure
enough, a few hours after Jack had forgotten all about it.  Over the next
few days, Jack added more items to the outfit he wore when he and Theresa
had sex.  He started with stockings.  The next day he was wearing a garter
belt, then heels, then a wig, then make-up.  Then he started replacing his
bra and garter with a full corset, which he laced up as tight as possible.
He also started occasionally wearing an A cup wonder bra, but even with the
extra help, he didn't really have much cleavage.  And about halfway through
it, Jack started insisting that Theresa call him "Candy Tits" and referring
to him with feminine pronouns and words whenever he was dressed for sex.

And Theresa loved it all.  She had finally found a man who excited her, and
every feminine garment he added excited her all the more.  She took this
time to get to know every inch of his body, from the veins on his cock, to
the little scar on the back of his hand.  She had just decided that it
didn't matter whether or not they got married, when he proposed to her.
She only waited a few seconds before accepting.  Being one of the richest
men in the world, Jack was able to arrange a very extravagant wedding on
very short notice.  Two weeks later, they were married.  Although neither
had any family, every major businessman in the world attended their
wedding.  And that night, they had wild, passionate sex.

The next morning, when Theresa awoke, Jack was nowhere to be seen.  She
looked around the house, but only found a note:

"Theresa, my love, my wife,

I have a very special surprise for you.  Get dressed and come to the
special project room.  When you get there, you'll find a small suitcase in
the trunk.  To prevent you from ruining the surprise, the suitcase is
locked, and Janice has the key.  After she unlocks it, she'll tell you what
you need to do.

Hugs and kisses,
Your loving husband"

Theresa was totally mystified, but did as instructed in the note.  When she
got down the steps carrying the suitcase, she was further confused when she
saw Janice wearing what looked like priest's garb.  "What's going on?
Where's Jack?"

Janice smiled and said, "You'll see.  Bring the case over here."  Theresa
brought the case over and Janice unlocked it.  Inside was a tuxedo.  "Get
dressed."

Theresa wondered what was going on, but quickly dressed in the tux.  The
tux had been specially tailored to fit her.  No effort had been made to
hide her femininity.  In fact, the tuxedo seemed designed to accentuate her
curves and make her look even more womanly.  "Now what?"

Janice pointed to a spot near her and said, "Stand here."  After Theresa
walked over, Janice pressed a button on the console, and the room filled
with sounds of the wedding march.

The door to the side bedroom opened and Jack walked out, dressed in a full
length wedding gown, complete with veil.  In time to the rhythm he walked
up to duo of ladies.  "What do you think?" he asked his wife.

"Stunning," was all she could reply.

Janice then started the ceremony.  "Dearly beloved, we are here to join
these two in a union of love.  The young lady," pointing to Jack, "has
asked for a short ceremony, so as to facilitate getting to her wedding
night nuptials all the more quickly.  So we'll get right to the vows.

"Do you, Candy Tits, promise to love, honor and obey your wife?  To satisfy
her every sexual need?  To be hers in whatever fashion she may desire?"

Jack, a.k.a. Candy Tits, replied, "I do."

"Theresa Scoggins-Hayes, do you promise to take Candy Tits as your wife?
To love, honor, and cherish her?  To satisfy and indulge her submissive,
feminine side by buying her pretty clothes, lingerie, and jewels, as well
as any other miscellaneous accouterments she may require so as to be more
the woman for you?  But to otherwise use her as you see fit?"

"I do."

"Then I now pronounce you wife and wife.  You may kiss the bride."

Theresa raised the veil and quickly savaged her new wife's mouth.  Candy
then started pulling her to the bedroom.  "There's a dildo inside.  I want
you to take me in my wedding gown."

"Wait a second, didn't you just promise to obey me?"

Candy looked into Theresa's eyes and, with big, sad, doe eyes asked, "Don't
you want me?"

Theresa couldn't stand it.  She grabbed Candy's hand and dragged her into
the bedroom where the sex they had made the previous night look mild in
comparison.

That evening, they left on their honeymoon, a trip to Niagara Falls.  Jack
had chosen Niagara Falls, because he had been to all the other honeymoon
sights on business trips and wanted a place which would belong to only
them.  They checked in and proceeded to spend the next two days in their
room, where Candy serviced Theresa many times.  They briefly went out on
the second day for dinner with Jack wearing one of his A cup bras under the
formal suit.  When they got back to the room, Theresa quickly pulled the
suit jacket and shirt off and kissed her husband deeply.  That was when she
noticed it.  She stepped back and said, "Take off your bra."

"Why?"

"Just do it."

Jack shrugged and took off his bra.  Theresa took a good look at his chest.
"You've got tits."

"Hmm?"  Jack looked down at his chest.

"Tits.  You've got tits.  Really small, but they're definitely there."

"Yeah.  Didn't I tell you about those?  Hormonal imbalance.  I've had them
since puberty.  I thought for sure I had mentioned them.  I guess you never
noticed since we both like the breastforms."

Theresa stopped and thought.  "Candy, my love, go in the bedroom and get
all dolled up for your wife.  I've got to make a call, but then I'll be in
to fuck you silly."  Jack giggled girlishly and ran into the bedroom to
transform himself into Candy.  Theresa then picked up the phone and dialed
the number to the special project lab.

The phone picked up and Janice said, "Hi, Theresa.  What's up?"

"How did you know?  Oh, never mind.  Have you been pumping Jack with female
hormones?"

"No.  Why?"

"Because he's got tits!  Small ones, barely A cup, but definitely there."

"So soon?  That is amazing."

"So soon?  What did you do?"

"Settle down.  We can always reverse it if you don't like it."

"Would you just tell me what's going on?"

"I found the portion of Jack's mind that deals with self-image.  At first I
thought it was what controlled how a person thought of themselves, but then
I discovered it was much more powerful than that.  It actually controlled
what a person's body becomes.  It's the reason why diets don't work.
Unless a person changes that subconscious image all the starvation and
exercise in the world won't change them."

"But what did you do to Jack?"

"Made a few modifications.  He'll grow some tits.  His body will become a
little softer, more womanly.  His hands will become more delicate and
slender.  His feet will slim down.  And his hair will grow out.  Nothing
too obvious.  He still needs to be Jack part-time, but when he's in the
bedroom, it'll make him much more womanly.  It's my wedding gift.  Do you
want me to reverse it when you get back?"

Theresa thought about it, then said, "No, I'll let the changes go.  And
thank you, it's a wonderful gift."

"You're welcome."

The bedroom door opened and Candy stood there, dressed in wig, make-up, a
sexy teddy (breastforms in), and pull over nightie.  Then with that look
that always made Theresa want to rape her, asked, "Honey, don't you want to
come to bed?"

Theresa said into the receiver, "Got to go," and hung up the phone before
waiting for an answer.  She walked over and grabbed Candy.  They never even
made it to the bed, Theresa throwing Candy to the floor and skewering
herself on Candy's dick.

*************

FIVE DAYS LATER, THE LAST DAY OF THE HONEYMOON...

Theresa and Jack were taking the ferry to get a close look of the
waterfall.  Candy had suggested that they skip the trip, but it had been a
wedding gift from the girls in the secretarial pool and Theresa felt
somewhat obligated to use the non-refundable tickets.  Jack wore a heavily
elasticized sport bra to compress his tits (which Theresa was sure were
still growing, even though Jack didn't notice) under his shirt.

They were on the deck, and Jack wanted to get a picture of Theresa with
some of the crew members and passengers they had made friends with.  Jack
decided that a backdrop of the ferry boat would be more appropriate than
the waterfall, since they had a bunch of the waterfall already.  Everybody
lined up in front of the ferry cabin and Jack stood back and tried to take
a picture of everybody.  He said that he couldn't get everybody in, and
took a few steps back.  He plastered his eye to the camera lens and took a
few more steps back.  Theresa was warning him to watch out as he stepped
back too far and fell over the edge of the front of the boat.

Theresa screamed and ran towards the edge of the boat.  Two crewmen had to
tackle her to keep her from jumping over the edge of the boat after Jack.
The crewmen quickly mounted a rescue, but after hours of searching, they
were unable to find Jack, alive or dead.  They told her that they'd keep
looking but Jack had probably smacked his head against the boat and had
drowned.

Theresa was devastated.  She was barely able to compose herself enough to
call Janice and tell her what had happened.  Janice told her that since she
was coming home anyways, that she would be met at the airport.  Theresa got
on the airplane, crying her eyes out.  It was a commercial airline, but
Jack had bought out the entire first class.  She was waiting for the
airplane to take off when a lady got on and sat in one of the first class
seats.  Theresa figured that the airline had probably just overbooked, but
really didn't care much.

After the plane took off, Theresa was staring out the window after one of
her crying spells, when she heard the lady ask, "May I sit down?"  Theresa
was about to say no when the woman sat down without permission.  The lady
put her hand on Theresa's and said, "I couldn't help but hear you crying.
Is there anything I can do to help?"

Theresa was about to yank her hand away, when she stopped.  There was
something about her touch... something... familiar.  She looked at the
lady's hand, trying to figure out what it was, when she saw that familiar,
little scar.  She looked up into the lady's eyes and said, in a voice that
was little more than a whisper, "Jack?"

Before Theresa could say anything else, the "lady" put her finger on
Theresa's lips and said, "I'm sorry to hear about the death of your
husband.  Let me introduce myself.  My name is Candice Tisha Morgan."

Theresa shook her head.  "Jack..., Candy, what's going on?"

Candy looked around, making sure no one was around, then whispered, "I've
always known you prefer women, and I was always grateful that you chose me
as a man, but ever since that night where you took my... feminine
virginity, I found myself wanting more and more to be a woman for you.
Then, when I saw those tickets, I saw my chance.  So I had some of my
contacts create the false identity of Candice Morgan, and then arranged for
the unfortunate accident of Jack Hayes.  You, as the tragic widow, will
grieve for a while until they read either my will or living will depending
on whether or not they declare Jack officially dead.  In both wills you are
the legal recipient of all my controlling interest in my company.  Then
you'll take my old place as CEO and president and hire a new Executive
Secretary, one Candice Tisha Morgan."

Theresa stopped and thought about it.  Then she slapped Candy across the
chest.  "Bum.  Why didn't you let me in on the plan?"

"Honey, I love you dearly.  But let's face facts.  You can barely manage a
good poker face, and you can't act.  I had originally planned only to fly
with you, and not reveal myself till we got home, but when I saw how
distraught you were, I just couldn't stand it, I had to say something."

They looked into each others eyes and kissed.  For the rest of the trip,
they snuggled, Theresa burying her face in Candy's armpit and making loud
sobbing sounds every time a flight attendant came by.  At the end of the
trip, Theresa had her face in Candy's armpit when Candy slipped a Mickey
into her drink.  Theresa was unconscious when the plane landed.  The flight
attendants assumed that she had cried herself to sleep and helped Candy
carry her to the limo that Janice had sent.

The limo drove the two of them to the special project room, and Candy
carried Theresa downstairs where Janice was waiting.  Candy placed her in
the chair and returned to the control room.  Janice asked, "Are you sure
you want to do this?"

"I agreed to be her sex slave, but I didn't agree to sacrifice my business
to her.  If this is going to work, she needs my skills and knowledge."

Janice started the reading and said, "It'll take about fifteen minutes for
the first reading.  Let me take a look at you while we wait."

As Candy stripped, she said, "I really wish you would've warned me that my
tit development was going to start so quickly."

"Believe me, I had no idea.  When Theresa called me and told me about them
after only two days, I was amazed.  But I have to admit you thought fast on
your feet."

"Being in business, you have to learn to think fast on your feet."  As
Candy removed her bra, she sighed.  "Oh, that feels so good, that bra has
really started getting to feel tight on me."

Janice took a tape measure and started measuring Candy.  "No wonder it felt
tight.  You've already moved up to a B cup.  You've also lost an inch off
your waist, and your hips have widened by a little less than half an inch.
You've also got some definite hair growth.  And your face looks more
feminine already, but that may be the make-up."  The machine beeped.
"Okay, reading is done.  Now time to input the program.  You wanted to
input your business skill, your knowledge of your own business as well as
your competitors'.  I also added your ability to think fast on your feet,
as well as your acting talent.  Anything else?"

"I think that'll do."

"What about her body?  Want to change that?"

Candy almost turned Janice down, but then said, "There is one thing."

Janice listened to her suggestion, then added it to the change program.
She ran the program, which only took a minute, then Candy carried the still
unconscious Theresa to the bedroom to sleep off the drug.  When she
returned, she said, "You know, I'm surprised you didn't change my memories.
Surely you can do that with this machine."

"Actually I can't.  I can change or implant desires, or implant facts and
details, but the person will know the facts aren't his or hers."

"Why not?"

"Do you realize how cross-referenced everything is in your mind?  When you
think of an apple, you may only get a conscious picture of a single apple,
but your subconscious has cross-referenced that apple with every other
apple, you've seen, tasted, felt or in any other way experienced.  Any
memory I implant wouldn't have that cross-referencing and would immediately
be identified as fake."

"Then how does a hypnotist manage it?"

"There's a portion of the mind that automatically cross-references things
as you experience them.  When a hypnotist implants a false memory, he
engages that portion of the mind, but even with that, unless the hypnosis
is backed by drugs or pain, it won't last."

"Then how is the machine superior to hypnosis?  You told me earlier that it
can't make a person do anything he doesn't really want to."

"Not exactly what I said.  Hypnosis can't make a person do anything he
wouldn't be willing to do at least on some level.  The machine can't make
anyone do anything he has a strong moral objection to, or which his, what I
call "core personality" would make him do or not do."

Candy sat on the edge of the console.  "What's the difference?"

"Let's say you've got two people, each of which refuses to kill.  The first
refuses because he believes that killing is just wrong.  That there's no
excuse that would make killing valid.  The second refuses to kill because
he's so afraid of what the law would do to him if he were caught, that he's
unwilling to try.  Hypnosis couldn't make either man into a killer.  My
machine could change the second."

"Oh."  Candy looked at the bedroom door then said, "Theresa's going to be
sleeping off that drug for another couple hours.  What say you and I have a
little sexual fun while we're waiting?"

"Candy, you are a married woman.  And that is my friend you're talking about."

"What?  You're willing to share your body with my wife, but not with me?"

Janice looked shocked.  "How did you know?!"

"Hidden cameras in the wall.  You knew how important this project was to
me.  Surely you didn't think I would leave you alone in here without some
way of checking up on you?"

"Still, I don't think it'd be proper."

"I've got two arguments that I think will make you want me.  First, I know
you're attracted to both men and women.  And I am both man and woman."
Janice admitted to herself that this he-she in front of her was a real turn
on.  "And second," Candy leaned forward and brushed her lips against
Janice's, applying just the right amount of pressure, and in just the right
way, to send electric shivers up and down Janice's spine, "you programmed
me with the knowledge to please a woman, but that knowledge was based on
your body.  So that means I know exactly what it will take to send you to
sexual heaven."

"I still don't know."

"Look.  If you're that concerned, just check Theresa's mind pattern.  It's
still stored in the machine.  If you can find anything, any objection that
Theresa might have, I'll stop pressing."

Janice quickly checked the machine and was stunned by what she found.
"She'd gladly share you with me.  In fact, she loves me.  It's even part of
her core personality.  She really loves me."

Candy started stroking Janice's cheek.  "Now check my pattern.  See how I
feel about you."

Janice ran it through, then looked into Candy's eyes.  "You love me, too."
Suddenly Janice broke into tears and pressed her face into her hands.

Candy slid off the console, took Janice's head and pressed it to her bosom.
"There, there.  Tell Candy what's wrong."

Janice looked at Candy and said, "No one's ever really loved me before.
They were either jealous that I enjoyed sexual satisfaction from the other
sex, or of my intellect.  No one's ever just accepted me for who I am."

Candy started kissing Janice's tears away.  "Well now you've found two who
will."

Candy kept kissing Janice and soon Janice was returning the kisses in full.
Candy took Janice's smock off without letting her lips leave Janice's.
Janice stepped back and slowly removed her blouse.  Candy stepped forward
and started rubbing Janice's tits through her bra.  "I can't wait until
mine are as large as yours."

"They're almost there.  And if yours develop as far as the changes we made
in your self-image, they'll be much larger than mine."

Candy leaned forward and brushed her lips lightly across Janice's in a
sensual almost-kiss that Janice always loved.  Candy reached behind Janice
and removed her bra while pressing their tits together.  Janice reached
down and undid her pants, letting them fall to the floor as Candy kissed
that sensitive spot behind her ear.  As Candy kissed her way down Janice's
body, Janice realized that Candy had been right.  Candy knew exactly how to
kiss her, how to touch her.  Candy knew all her pleasure points, and knew
exactly how much pressure to apply to elicit the maximum effect.  The
effect was so intense that when Candy started to pull her panties down
while lightly drawing her fingertips down the inside of her thigh, Janice
had her first orgasm of the session.  And it wasn't her only one.  She came
many times during the session, even before Candy laid her on the floor and
entered her body.  And, amazingly, she came more times after than before.

************
SIX HOURS LATER...

Theresa woke up shaking off the obvious after-effects of a drug.  She was
still dressed in the same outfit she had been wearing on the airplane, and
wasn't restrained in any, so no one was planning on using her for enforced
sex or anything of the sort.  She rubbed her hands down her body, making a
quick check of everything, and stopped at her crotch.  Her dick was missing!

Which stopped her short.  Her dick?  She didn't remember having a dick.
She remembered using a dildo a bunch of times, but never having a dick.
But feeling herself through her skirt it just seemed so weird not to feel a
big dick there.  Then she realized what must have happened.  Either Candy
or Janice must have arranged for her to get a treatment in the chair, and
changed that self-image that Janice had told her about.  But why change her
without changing her memory?

She got up and walked out of the room, angry but mystified.  When she got
into the room, she saw both girls waiting for her.  Janice was fully
dressed, and Candy was in her skirt and wig, but otherwise naked, and from
the smell and looks Candy and Janice were giving each other she knew what
had happened.  But that was no big deal, she and Jack had discussed it, (or
was Jack Candy when they talked, she didn't remember) and they had decided
to bring Janice into the marriage, if only through an unofficial ceremony
like the one she and Candy had had.  And despite what had been done to her,
she still cared for both of them.

"Alright what'd you do to me?" she asked, the anger evident in her voice.

Candy said, "Honey, I'm sorry.  But in order for you to be able to
function, really function as the head of our company, there are a lot of
little facts you're going to need, so many there's no way I could remember
them all before they were needed."

"Like what?"

"I, and now you, can get James Spader to do practically anything you need.
Why is that?"

"Because James Spader is gay.  In and of itself not a bad thing, but
approximately five years ago you got a hold of proof that when he was
twenty, James had seduced a twelve year old boy.  And since the statute of
limitations on statutory rape in the state where it occurred never runs out
and carries a rather lengthy sentence, he'll do anything legal to prevent
the revelation of the data."

Theresa stopped.  Where the hell had that come from?  Jack had never told
her anything about that.  She realized that if she thought about it, she
could get a list of facts about any of Jack's business rivals.  Some of it
she remembered, but most just popping into her head from nowhere.  "But why
the drugs?"

"Would you really have been willing if I'd've broached the subject?"

"Probably not.  That machine kind of scares me.  But why didn't you just
make those facts part of my memory and erase my memory of your tampering?"

Quickly Janice explained about the current inability of the machine to
change or tamper with memory.  "Okay, now I'm really confused.  If none of
your memories had changed, what was this entire thing about?  Did you want
to be a girl?  Were you a closet transsexual?"

"No.  Nothing like that."

"Then why?"

"Because I hate the spotlight.  I realized shortly after I became a
millionaire that I hated being in the spotlight, but by that time, my
company was too large.  I couldn't just stop.  It wouldn't have been fair
to all my employees."

"So when Janice suggested you become a woman in private, you jumped on the
idea?"

Janice said, "Actually, that was his idea.  I was going to give him the
desire to dress in women's lingerie, and let you show what a compassionate
caring woman you were by not judging him, convincing him to fall in love
with you.  Imagine my surprise when he called me up after you two had sex
that first time and told me of his plan."

"You see, like you, if I'd've been told about this before hand, I'd never
of agreed to get into the chair.  But after we had our first sex session,
after I had that overwhelming desire to get dressed in clothes I didn't put
in that drawer, but somehow knew were there, I quickly figured out what
happened.  That's when it hit me.  A way to get out of the spotlight
without getting out entirely or risking the business going under."

"But why the whole woman thing?"

"Can you think of a better hiding place?  Right in plain sight as a woman?
Especially with everyone thinking that Jack Hayes was dead?  And since I
figured that Janice could implant in me the behaviors necessary to act as
the perfect woman, no one would ever know.  And when Janice told me the
morning before our second wedding that she could change my self-image and
remake me into a more realistic woman I jumped at it."  Candy dropped her
eyes shyly.  "Particularly since I knew you preferred women to men.  You
see, I do love you."  Candy looked up with THAT look, the rape-me-now look
she had mastered.  "I've loved you since I first hired you as my Executive
Secretary."

"But why not just tell me?  Why the deception?"

Candy looked down shame-faced.  "I was scared.  If I told you I wanted to
drop out of the spotlight, I'd have to explain why.  Then you might not be
willing to take my place."

At this point Candy looked so vulnerable and so sexy Theresa felt herself
getting that familiar desire, but this time it was different.  Before, when
Candy inspired her to sex, Theresa would see herself either strapping on a
dildo or skewering herself on Candy's dick, depending on whether or not a
dildo was easily available.  Now she was envisioning herself throwing Candy
to the floor and skewering Candy with her own dick.  "Okay, why the change
to my self-image?  Why give me a dick?"

"It was my idea.  I know you liked using a dildo.  I wanted you to know
what it was like to have a natural dildo, to be able to fuck me with your
own cock.  If you want, we can change you back."

Theresa thought about it.  "No, I think I'll keep it."

Candy clapped her hands and squealed girlishly.  "I was hoping you'd say that."

"But it's kind of weird not seeing that dick every time I look down."

"I know what you mean.  Every time I look at my chest I expect to see a
couple of huge tits hanging from my chest."

"You're not planning on getting rid of your dick, are you?"

"No, just giving you a dick even larger than mine."

"How real will it be?"

Janice answered her.  "It should function in all ways like a real dick
except for semen production.  Since you have no testicles, your dick can't
get anyone pregnant."

Theresa walked over and started rubbing Candy's tits.  "Well until I grow
that dick, I guess we'll have to make do with the old fashioned ways."

Janice got up and started to leave.  "I guess I'll go now."

Both Candy and Theresa grabbed her by her arms, saying, "Not yet."  They
then pulled her back into their arms and simultaneously kissed her on the
cheeks.  Janice gave no resistance as the two stripped her.  Then she
helped Candy get Theresa out of her clothes.  Candy left her skirt on, but
since she had no underwear on underneath, it really didn't matter.  Janice
started the fun by kneeling before Theresa and licking her cunt.

As Janice licked, Candy got on her knees behind Janice and pushed her dick
up against Janice's cunt.  Janice stopped just long enough to say, "Do the
other hole this time."

Candy smiled, dipped her dick into Janice's cunt in order to lubricate her
dick, then put it at Janice's ass and slowly pressed it in.  After she was
all the way in, she started moving back and forth, with Janice quickly
matching the pace with her tongue.  Theresa started feeling a little guilty
at receiving without giving, and reached down and started rubbing Janice's
tits.  So it was no surprise when Janice came first, bucking wildly between
the other two.

Then Janice shoved herself backwards, causing Candy to fall on her back,
but Janice still managed to keep Candy's dick inside her.  Janice guided
Theresa around to Candy's mouth, spinning herself on top of Candy.  Theresa
guided herself down on to Candy's mouth while taking Candy's tits in her
hands and rubbing them.  Candy reached out, took Janice's hips and moved
her up and down while licking Theresa's cunt. Then Janice reached out and
took Theresa's tits in her hands.  They moved together, licking, stroking,
and fucking until they came together in one extended orgasm.

**************
EPILOGUE...

Later that same day, they all went out and got Janice a wedding dress and
married her into the family that evening.

One week later, Jack's living will was read, giving Theresa full executive
control over the company.  During that week, Candy's transformation
proceeded as quickly as it had started.  By the end of the week, her tits
had grown to a D-cup, and only two days later reached their full growth of
DD.  Her waist continued to shrink, and her hips continued to widen until
her final measurements were 38-24-36.  Her behavior continued to become
more and more effeminate, even surpassing Janice, her womanly model, for
her degree of girlish behavior.

Theresa and Janice were mystified until Janice figured it out.  Part of
Jack/Candy's core personality was a desire to become the best he/she could
at whatever he/she decided to be.  The best businessman, the best man (Jack
had been tall, strong and athletic) and finally, the best woman.  In fact,
the only thing unusual about Candy was that she had picked up a taste for
all those things that most women disliked about being "beautiful".  She
liked tight pants, tight skirts, push-up bras with underwires (making her
DD tits look positively huge), and high heels.  In fact, she never wore
anything less than 3" heels, preferring to wear flats instead of low heels.
Her reasoning?  "If you're going to wear heels, you should wear HEELS."
And strangest of all, Candy loved wearing a corset, the tighter the better,
usually shrinking her waist down to 18-20 inches, giving her a decidedly
Barbie-dollish look.

And once Theresa hired Miss Candice Tisha Morgan as her new Executive
Secretary, she had no problem being suggestive and beautiful on the job,
distracting most of Theresa's competitors with her provocative behavior.

As it turns out, Candy's fears that Theresa would hate the spotlight as
much as she were completely unfounded.  Theresa loved the spotlight,
seeming to thrive on the attention.  With Candy backing her up (Candy's
instinct for the deal was something that Janice couldn't transfer)  Theresa
became a better CEO than Jack had ever been.

Theresa's transformation, however, proceeded much more slowly.  For the
first three weeks her dick grew at a rate of only an inch a week.  Candy
was afraid that at this rate it would take almost another month before she
would feel Theresa's dick inside her.  But after three weeks things sped
up.  Janice realized that it was Theresa's desire that changed.  Until
Theresa's dick was three inches in length, Theresa could wear a dildo
comfortably.  But once she passed three inches, she found that the dildo
rubbed uncomfortably in all the wrong places.  One week later, she had a
six inch dick, now long enough to penetrate into Candy's naturally padded
rear.  A week after that she reached her full growth at ten inches.

Shortly after Theresa became CEO, she created a new position of VP in
charge of computer development and put Janice in as the first to hold the
new position.  They pushed through the patents and soon the company was
producing the new Trinary computers, a revolution in the computer industry.

Obviously they kept the existence of the mind reader a secret.  Janice
installed readers into the chairs of the meeting rooms and their three
executive suites.  Once Janice had mapped out the ancient 70s circuitry she
was able to replace it with the new trinary circuits, reducing the "zone
out" time from fifteen minutes to fifteen seconds.  She was unable to
install rewriters into the chairs since the rewriters would create a weird
sensation and required skin contact to the head or neck in order to work.
So Janice moved the entire device to a hidden room at the house, and
installed a rewriter in the exam table in the doctor's office on the gym
floor of the office building.  Mostly they just used it to facilitate
weight loss and help those who worked out to achieve the body they wanted a
little more quickly than expected.

It wasn't until a year later that they realized how powerful the rewriter
could be.  On the same date that Jack Hayes was officially declared dead,
Janice found out that she was pregnant by Candy.  Now one of the first
things Janice had done to Jack's mind was make him empathic to his lover
and this carried over when Jack became Candy.  But nobody had guessed how
powerful this impulse was.  At first, every time Janice experienced cramps,
morning sickness, or any of the other many things a woman experienced in
pregnancy, so did Candy, and everybody thought it was just the sympathetic
pains that many men experienced.  But they knew differently when Candy and
Theresa were half-way around the world on a business trip and Candy started
experiencing labor pains at the exact same time as Janice!  They got Candy
to the private jet, where she spent the next 30 hours going through the
same physical pains as Janice.

After the baby (an 8 lb., 12 oz. little girl) was finally delivered, Candy
and Theresa flew home where Candy surprised everyone, including herself.
When they got there, Janice was sleeping soundly, but the baby was hungry,
and before either she or Theresa realized what was going on, she had placed
the baby at her nipple and the baby was quickly feeding on her lactating
breast!

It was then that they resolved to be very careful in how they would use the
rewriter, but they also knew they'd need to find out much more of what it
was capable of.


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