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Subject: Lisa's TG Library: "Dana" by Laura Leigh
Date: Sun, 05 May 96 18:40:43 GMT



   DANA

   by Laura Leigh

   Part One Introduction

   He had his mother's eyes.

   The man straightened his tie, looking into the parlor mirror of the
wonderful old house.  The room's decor was immaculate and very expensive,
reflecting the immense wealth of its owner.  Three stories in height, with
the upper two floors comprised almost entirely of fourteen bedrooms, the
ornate mansion was one of the most beautiful homes in the country.

   It was also the most successful and most expensive brothel in Nevada. 
Run by a woman in her fifties, it had developed a well-deserved reputation
for having the most talented 'ladies' to be found anywhere.  The sexual
expertise of its girls was the stuff of which legends are made; every one
of them was young and exceptionally beautiful, and all had the peculiar
ability to induce in a man the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced.
Some said it was something in the water that made these girls so sexually
adept, but most did not care.  They just kept coming back.

   The brothel was especially noted for being totally risk-free; every
patron had to pass a rigorous test for sexually transmitted diseases before
being allowed to become a client.  The house was medically clean.  And no
condoms were required, here -- all of the ladies meticulously maintained a
highly-secret program of birth control that had always yielded perfect
results.  None had ever become pregnant, and sex within the walls of each
bedroom had always been skin on skin, with nothing to come between man and
woman.

   The man, Dana, thought about the sex he had just had upstairs.  The girl
had been gorgeous, her sexual talents amazing.  What was so special about
this brothel's 'ladies?' From her blond hair to her voluptuous figure, his
lady had been flawlessly attractive to him.

   Dana was a salesman who usually spent months at a time on the road. 
This trip, he had been promised a huge contract by one of the largest farm
equipment users in the country.  But after driving nearly two thousand
miles the deal had gone south and he was returning home empty handed.  He
feared for his job, which company history showed would be on shaky ground.

   He had always been something of a chauvinist, with a history of using
women for his own pleasure with little regard for their feelings.  Since
these girls seemingly lived to serve men, Dana felt that he owed himself
the intense pleasure of a night in this place, despite the fact that he
could not pay the tremendous price charged by the madam -- fifteen hundred
dollars a night, minimum.

   The elegant madam walked up and opened a ledger book on the welcoming
counter.

   "Thank you for visiting us, sir.  Please come again.  Your bill will be
the minimum, today."

   "I'll take care of it next time through," Dana said, hopefully.

   "All payment is due at the time that services are rendered," she said
firmly.  "Will that be cash or discreet charge?"

   "I can't pay right now.  I'll take care of it later, I promise."

   "You must pay now.  Please don't make me resort to other means of
extracting payment."

   "Sorry.  I can't.  I don't have it."

   "This debt will be paid.  Today."

   He moved toward the front door.  Nothing was stopping him from just
leaving.  "I'll mail you a cashier's check in a week or so.  I'm sorry."

   Dana stepped down off the porch and began across the driveway toward the
spot where his car was parked.  That was as far as he got.  Intense
dizziness slammed into him.  His vision broke into a flash of sparkle.  He
felt a momentary sensation of falling, then nothing.

   Part Two Transformation

   Dana began to awaken as the limbo within which he had been trapped
slowly released its hold on him.  He thought he heard the distant sound of
a door latching closed.

   He opened his eyes, looking straight upward, unable to see clearly.  His
senses were bogged down in a mire of swirling nothingness, his body
unresponsive.  His mind was sluggish, his reason unreliable.  As his
thoughts and vision slowly began to sharpen, he came to realize with some
certainty that he was in bed.  A distinctive chandelier hung dark and still
above him, and he thought he recognized it as one that he had seen within
the brothel.

   The room's only light, dim as it was, came from somewhere else.  Dana
closed his eyes again and struggled to think.  He vaguely remembered the
brothel, but remembered nothing of the madam or of his disagreement with
her.  Nor was he aware any longer of the business trip from which he had
been returning.  His memory was disjointed and only partial.

   He was lying on his back on a soft and very comfortable mattress.  He
had fallen on his way to his car -- he seemed to remember that much -- and
someone had apparently brought him inside.  How long had he been here?  The
darkness in the room spoke of night.

   Dana drew his right arm in from the widespread position it had been
resting in.  It touched the side of his thigh and found only skin there. 
I'm naked -- where are my clothes?

   He caught the fragrance of a distinctly feminine perfume, one that hung
in the air as if a girl of unearthly beauty had floated through the room
only moments before.  Aroused in his clouded mind, he soaked it in, trying
to form a mental picture of the woman who had been wearing it.

   Dana was nearing full consciousness.  He pulled his hand up toward his
face, and in doing so brushed his wrist against his chest.  It tickled his
right nipple, which seemed more sensitive than usual.

   Should have cleared it by a couple of inches, he thought -- He once more
opened his stubborn eyes.  They focused slowly, straining in the dim light
to reveal the feminine, French decor around him.  Above him he made out the
delicate fabric of a lace canopy.  The room's only light source drew his
attention; looking aside, he saw a single candle burning on the bedside
table, throwing its warm, meager light upon the rest of the room.

   He swung his legs to the side of the canopy bed in an attempt to sit up,
but dizziness overtook him and an odd weight threw him off balance.  His
sudden motion caused the candle to flicker as the still air was disturbed.
After his arm slipped from beneath him and he fell back onto the mattress,
Dana stopped to breathe deeply, trying to cleanse his mind and awaken
fully. Each breath felt odd, as if there were a weight against his chest.

   He felt drugged, but as he lay still for a few moments the dizziness
stubbornly began to subside.  Trying again, Dana managed to get his left
arm under him and successfully sat up, still light-headed, and swung his
legs over the side of the bed.  He sat there for a moment, eyes closed and
breathing slowly, accepting the minor victory as a major accomplishment. 
His upper arms felt odd against his sides, as if some strange, painless
swelling beneath his underarms was keeping his arms from lying as flat
against him as they usually did.

   Dana's head finally cleared, allowing him to notice that a weight pulled
constantly and evenly against the entirety of his chest.  It was something
he had never felt before.  Unsure of what to expect, Dana opened his eyes
and looked down.  Even in the warm, dim, flickering light, one glance was
enough.

   What he saw was the one thing his rational mind would not let him
believe.

   Dana's reason shut down into a state of total confusion.  His eyes,
filled with the impossible sight, could only stare.

   Protruding softly and dramatically from his suddenly smooth, hairless
chest were full, feminine breasts, majestic in proportion and youthfully
firm.  They were more magnificent than any Dana had ever personally seen on
a woman, and larger than most of the ones he had seen displayed in the
centerfolds of men's magazines.  Their rare, colossal magnitude was such
that their full spread was even wider than his small, newly-feminine
ribcage -- anyone seeing Dana, naked and arms spread wide, from squarely
behind would easily see the rounded outer contours of both breasts at once.
Despite their great size, they did not sag, but held themselves proudly up
and outward as if supported by an unseen bra.  They were silken and
sensuous, as such a bust should have been, with a dewy sheen that played in
the candlelight.  At the tips of his breasts, Dana saw that his areolas and
nipples had blossomed to full, functional proportions and had become much
darker in color.

   His hands instinctively gripped the impossible mammaries as if to prove
that they were an illusion, without substance.

   No sooner had his fingers gripped his breasts than Dana saw that his
hands, too, were no longer his own.  They had become much smaller and
delicately feminine.  His suddenly- glamourous fingernails were nearly two
inches long, strong and perfectly manicured, and they shone in the room's
meager light with a hard, deep burgundy gloss.

   He looked at them carefully.  They were his real nails, not merely
sculptured nail tips, and were thick, healthy and very strong.  He doubted
he could break a nail if he wanted to, now.  What the hell -- ?  How long
was I out?  How did I get these -- ?

   Continuing to clutch his unbelievable bustline, Dana found that its
softness filled his palms with the same yielding, fleshy sensation he had
so often felt while squeezing the breasts of the many women with whom he
had had sex.  His mind was flooded not only with sensation from his hands
as they held the soft, rounded mounds, but for the first time Dana knew the
feel of having supple hands upon the warmth of one's own womanly breasts.
He lifted them upward from underneath, feeling their full, amazing weight
in his palms.

   "Damn!" he began, astonished.  "Must be ten pounds apiece!  I've
got...I've got world-class tits!"

   As if it mattered now, Dana realized that the erotic, feminine perfume
he had enjoyed was his own.

   Deeply confused and disoriented, he leapt to his feet.

   His full, animate tits danced as he suddenly stood, and their jiggling
weight created an indescribable sensation as they continued to tug
playfully against his chest.

   He lost his balance and had to steady himself against a post of the lacy
canopy bed upon which he had lain.  He looked down in denial upon his
sudden feminine bounty and chose to disbelieve his eyes.

   "I'm dreaming!" he insisted.  "Gotta be..."

   Dana wondered what other 'imaginary' changes had been done to his body.
He began an inventory of sorts.

   The first thing that struck him was that all of his previously-heavy
body hair was gone, leaving skin of supple silk in its place.  The warm
light of the candle played slickly upon his toned flesh as he moved,
examining his form overall.

   Afraid, he looked down through the narrow cleavage between his luscious
breasts and saw the small area of his stomach that was not eclipsed from
view.  His lower abdomen was flat and totally bare, and beyond that, below
his waist, nothing protruded -- though something once had.

   He reached down, wishing hard that he would find his familiar penis.  As
his fingertips apprehensively slid through the sparse tangle of curly hair
just above his crotch, Dana paused out of fear of what he might find just
below.  He had much less pubic hair now, just like a woman -- he could feel
that.  Taking a deep breath and gathering his courage, Dana forced his hand
downward.

   He screamed inside when his fingers discovered a gentle, new
configuration of flesh there.  He had felt it before, but never as part of
his own body.  There was a warm, moist place between his legs, one well
familiar to half the population.

   The other half.

   He had a perfect, young vagina.

   This was a dream.  A bad one.  Dana looked up and saw that a large,
ornate mirror was mounted to the room's dresser.  At his angle he could see
nothing, not yet.  He did not want to see himself there, fearful of what he
knew must await his eyes.  But, knowing that answers lay only there, he
forced his paralyzed body closer to the glass and took a deep breath.  He
moved in front of it, eyes closed, and paused a minute to gather his
courage before facing the image.

   Another deep breath, and he opened his eyes.  Dana found a reflection.

   Someone else's.

   He did not see the thirty-five year old man he knew himself to be. 
There in the glass, bathed in the dim, golden light, was a gorgeous young
woman of at most twenty-four years of age.

   Dana jumped back, falling against the edge of the bed as he lost his
footing.  He was in emotional shock, seeing and feeling a body not his own.
For a moment he sat there on the foot of the bed, struggling in vain to
make some sense of his situation.

   Looking down, Dana once again saw an owner's view of ample breasts and
silken thighs.  In utter disbelief, he rose anew and, with dread and
determination, took position fully before the mirror.

   Every whisper of his existence had become utterly feminine.

   She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.  His mind fought to
correlate the vision of female perfection with his self-identity and failed
miserably.  The sight of her made something inside him grow aroused.

   His body responded as part of it grew and became firm -- But it was not
his cock that became erect, for that was gone.  Looking down, Dana saw that
his large, pronounced nipples had become hard.  He felt an odd stirring
within his groin, a strange, sexual itch he had never felt before.  Dana
did not realize it, but his vagina was growing excited and wet.

   "What the hell...?" he said aloud.  At the sound of the words, he almost
turned, startled, to see the woman who had entered the room.

   Then, he felt foolish -- the incredibly sexy, feminine voice he had
heard had been his own.  "Hello..." he said, testing, watching himself in
the mirror.

   Female music again filled his ears as it resonated within him and
floated from his lips.

   He picked up the bedside candle and used it to light a wall candelabra
near the mirror.  As its brighter light played against his flesh, Dana
stared at the full, voluptuous figure of the woman in the mirror.  His dark
eyes were wide with fascination and disbelief, and they sparkled with a
beautiful, crystalline purity.  A glint of his former self seemed to peer
out through his lovely new eyes, but it was the only remaining sign of the
man he had once been.  His thinning hair, once a vain concern of his, had
been replaced with a lush, incredibly dense and long forest of gorgeous,
shiny hair of dark, golden brown.

   That in itself was certainly desirable, but becoming a woman, however
beautiful, was a high price to pay for stopping male pattern baldness.

   Dana had always enjoyed strenuous sports and exercise, but with one
stunned glance at his new reflection he knew those days were over.

   He had laboriously disciplined his toned, hard, male body for years
through a severe regimen of weight-machine workouts and physical sports,
but that sculpted, masculine form was gone.  His soft, new, intensely
female figure with its immense bustline made any physical activity, other
than playful sex, seem utterly impractical.  Dana's large, powerful arms
had diminished into soft, slender limbs, and his suddenly rounded form with
its flawlessly fluid curves showed no sign of developed musculature.

   Dana could feel that his physical body strength was pitifully
insignificant compared to the muscular power he had enjoyed before, but at
the same time he felt a vibrant vitality coursing through him that he had
never known before, even as a youth.  It was the result of the vastly
different blood chemistry coursing through his veins, a chemistry no man
had ever known.

   A chemistry centered around estrogens -- the chemistry of a young, vital
woman.  Dana knew he could no longer engage even in simple running any
longer, for the way his monstrously sexy breasts would surely,
uncontrollably bounce would be beyond the restraining abilities of even the
sturdiest sports bra.  His long, manicured nails and carefully styled hair
spoke of a soft, pampered existence, not of a life of hard work.

   "I'm a fuckin' sex kitten!" he muttered in disbelief.  "All I'm good for
is fuckin' and suckin' cock!"

   He climbed onto the bed and peered back into the mirror, then
experimentally assumed a variety of physical positions before the mirror.
Some pantomimed sports motions or work -- but the only ones that suited his
new form were those of a woman having sex.  Any passive position he took,
whether that of being on hands and knees or that of lying on his back, legs
pulled up and spread wide to expose his vagina, seemed perfectly suited to
his new flesh.  His entire body was almost overly feminine, as if it had
been purposely designed for service as a sex toy and was not meant to be
used for anything more.

   "Damn it!" he whipsered loudly.  He was right -- Dana now belonged
nowhere but upon a satin-sheeted bed, naked and enticing, giggling
girlishly as he spread his legs for the sexual penetration of the wet
tunnel between them.  Barefoot and pregnant -- the cliche had been written
just for him.

   Of course, it was all some impossible, fantastic dream.  It had to be.

   There was comfort in believing that.  Dana sat back until he found
himself again on his back.  The mattress rocked beneath him for a moment,
and the motion of the bed beneath him was echoed by the movement of his
heavy, unfamiliar breasts against his chest as their soft tissue pulled to
the sides and settled.

   For several minutes he lay there, eyes closed, cupping his tits in his
hands as he tried to gather his wits.

   Accepting his situation as unreal, Dana rose once more and stood in the
ample candlelight, wondering at the concrete reality of the intense dream
he was having.  His image in the mirror was deliciously beautiful; his body
was the feminine ideal.  The warm light slid smoothly along his taut, young
skin.  His face was impeccably made up.  He had full, sensuous lips that
were defined by a perfectly-applied coat of frosted burgundy lipstick.

   Having the thick, slick wetness and soft fragrance of the lipstick upon
his tender lips felt more natural and enjoyable to him with each passing
moment.  Why?

   His prominent, lovely cheekbones had been artistically defined with
blusher and contour.  His eyebrows had been carefully shaped.  A perfect
melding of sweeping, smoky eyeshadows and eyeliner, combined with his long,
luxurious, mascara-coated lashes, gave his gaze a penetrating sexiness. 
Dana's had become eyes that no man could withstand, designed to melt any
resistance and inspire the immediate erection of any penis within a mile.

   His shiny brown mane of long hair, resting upon and almost as wide as
his creamy shoulders, was sexily styled in a manner that beautifully framed
his pretty face.  Dana lifted his arms to gently touch his hairstyle, and
found that it had been fixed into place with a ladies' hairspray that,
despite its holding power, left his hair soft to the touch.  He
experimentally held his arms high in the air, seeing how his new breasts
moved with each new body position, and noticed that his underarms were soft
and cleanshaven.

   Of course they are, he thought, feeling their smoothness.  They should
be.  And my ears are pierced, he realized, seeing that the dangling hoop
earrings he wore were hung by posts of silver wire passing through his
earlobes.  Had he been unconscious long enough for them to have healed
following piercing?  Perhaps that also explained how his hair and nails
could have grown so long -- Or, maybe, by some magical spell, he had
instantaneously become the female he now was.

   He wondered at the possibility, knowing of no conceivable medical
explanation for his new form.  He knew little about medical progress, but
he was sure that his incredible sexual metamorphosis was light years beyond
the capability of conventional transsexual surgery.  In every conceivable
manner, Dana had become a woman.

   And no mere woman.  He had become a woman designed exclusively for the
pleasure of men.  Every minute detail of his body, however subtle, was as
purely female as if he had been born to spend his entire adult life, legs
spread, in bed with a man atop him.

   Atop him and inside him.

   Dana turned away from the mirror and sat once more upon the edge of the
bed.  His mind raced, trying vainly to formulate a logical explanation for
his fantastic situation.  There was none, leaving little to do but ride the
dream out.  Any moment, he would wake up and be in his own bed, the same
man he had always been.

   Until then, he resolved to make the best of all this and try to have fun
with it.

   Curiosity began to swell within Dana.  In amazed disbelief, his fingers
began to explore the new center of his physical sexuality.  As they again
found his sudden vagina, his own gentle touch caused him to inhale sharply.
His touch sent unfamiliar waves of pleasure to his brain as his fingers
momentarily explored the folds of his labia.  One spot in particular cried
out with a wave of sensitivity -- he had found his clitoris.

   Taking a deep breath, he plunged his index finger into the spot where,
on every woman he had ever laid, a deepness began.  The finger disappeared
into him.  He felt it inside.

   "Okay, Dana," he thought aloud, his mind confused, his finger inside
him, desperately trying to sort things out.  "You're dreaming that you've
got tits and a pussy...that doesn't make you gay." He sat there, growing
more unsure of his sexuality.

   "Just...just go with it and see what happens."

   More fascinated and curious than horrified, Dana continued to explore
the new contours of his now-womanly crotch.  The stimulation felt good,
considering it was all a dream, and Dana wondered if the same act in
reality would feel the same way to a real woman.  The slipperiness and
softness of the flesh just within his vulva was incredible.  And it felt so
good -- After using it to repeatedly penetrate his vagina and massage his
clitoris, Dana pulled his middle finger with its long, polished nail away
from his pussy and held it near his nose.  He found on it the same
arousing, fishy scent he had always found between the legs of other women.
He sucked the finger.  He knew the taste.

   If it feels like a pussy, and smells like a pussy, and tastes like a
pussy...  I have a pussy!  Damn, this dream seems real!

   He stood up and lifted his right foot, bringing it to rest upon the bed
in order to get a closer look at his long, lovely legs.  A ribbon of
reflected candlelight flowed down the youthful skin of his thighs and
calves, creating a sexy gloss that emphasized his feminine lines.  His
toenails, polished in burgundy to match his fingernails, seemed perfectly
suited for gracing both his sensuous legs and the feet that lay beyond his
slender ankles.

   He ran his palm along the back of his calf and down his shin, and found
only silkiness with no trace of hair or razor stubble.  Dana then ran his
hands along the sides of his luxuriously curved figure from bustline to
thigh and back again, wondering at the classic, almost unattainable
narrowness of his new waistline and the flowing way in which his bust,
waist, and hips formed a sensuous whole.  His small waist and soft, narrow
shoulders made his breasts seem that much larger.  He estimated his
measurements at 42-24-36.

   His body was soft and yielding, so as to melt into the hard embrace of a
strong man.  The thought was exciting -- I look like a Barbie doll, he
realized.  One with dark hair and Dolly Parton's tits.  He intentionally
bounced up and down a bit, watching his huge breasts as they responded in
kind.  Their gelatinous motion was an insistent, constant reminder of his
sudden womanhood.  Dana had the fully-developed breasts of a voluptuous
woman, yet he had not had a girl's puberty during which to slowly develop
them and become used to their weight and feel.  They felt so odd -- yet,
somehow, they made him feel whole.

   He cradled a breast in each hand, feeling their weight, enjoying their
definitive womanliness, despite himself.  Their football-shaped forms
youthfully jutted outward without laying upon his abdomen, protruding
firmly and supporting their own supple mass, somehow without the use of a
bra.  His cleavage was a valley of warm velvet that was deep and
dramatically bordered by the luxurious mountains on either side.  Gripping
the underside of a breast in each hand, he massaged them together and
wondered at the fact that he was feeling the lovely new additions to his
body slide flesh-on-flesh against each other.  He easily rubbed his nipples
together, an act which had, of course, been impossible for him before.  The
sensation was utterly erotic, and for a moment Dana imagined having a
slippery cock buried within his cleavage, with the organ sliding back and
forth as he pressed his breasts together in a lustful titty-fuck.

   Dana was really enjoying his new body and its wondrous contours, but he
convinced himself he was merely lusting after his own image as he would
after any such woman.

   The truth was, he was enjoying being the girl in the mirror.

   Dana hated to admit it but, compared to his appearance as a man, he had
become so much more attractive that the change was a definite step up for
him.

   As a man, Dana had been ranked, at best, a six.  As a woman, he rated
far above ten.  Part of him felt sorry that this was only a dream.  It was
the first time he had ever dreamed he was female, and Dana was loving it.

   He accepted the apparent fact that he was not the macho, purely
heterosexual man he had always thought himself to be.  Whether he was
latently gay or transsexual he did not know, but he knew he found
femininity pleasant and even exciting.  He watched the intoxicatingly
sexual girl in the mirror as she perfectly echoed his every movement. 
Animating her, Dana playfully and teasingly leaned forward until his huge
breasts hung invitingly before him, jiggling and luscious.

   "Ooooh...do it now, Dana," he said breathily and beggingly, reaching
back to spread his buttocks wide.  "Fuck me now...right here...let me feel
you sticking your cock into me...no one will know...I locked the door..."

   He was imitating a girl who, along with Dana, had been a sales clerk at
a Vermont shopping mall shoe store.  Her name was Laura, and at the time
she was the sexiest girl he had ever seen.  Their relationship had quickly
become rather intense, for it consisted largely of creative and often risky
sex.

   "I feel you inside me, Dana," the bent-over woman in the mirror
continued, responding to the entry of an unseen cock and the merciless
pounding of her phantom lover.  He gripped his swinging breasts, their
supple mass easily overflowing his feminine hands as he gently and
rhythmically squeezed.  His long nails dug lightly into the softness of the
womanly tissue.  His nipples nestled like velvet against his palms.

   Dana was re-enacting an incident from the year before, when he had
indeed screwed Laura from behind right there in the back room of the store,
during a weekend sales rush, with the store manager knocking outside. 
Knowing the man was there, impatiently waiting for the door to be unlocked,
had made their lovemaking that much more exciting.  Now, he saw himself in
the same, passive, ass-in-the-air position that Laura had been in that day.
But seeing his new self in that same pose, with those same words coming out
of his own sexy lips made his girlfriend seem almost boyish by comparison.

   "It's so big, Dana..." he acted.  "Ooooh...oh, yes...fuck me,
Dana...harder...harder...faster..." He felt himself growing aroused in an
odd, new way.  His nipples got hard once more.

   His pussy got seriously hot and very wet, craving the entry of its male
counterpart.

   Dana, still bent over at the waist with legs spread, reached back
between his legs and instinctively began to finger his blazing, dripping
pussy.  His right tit bounced against his upper arm as he massaged his
clitoris.  The slippery wetness dripping from his tingling vulva drenched
his fingertips as he rubbed his own clit, just as he had rubbed those of
his lovers for years.  As Dana continued to masturbate, the wet sound that
filled his pierced ears punctuated the incredible sensation he was feeling,
exciting his pussy beyond control.

   With his left hand, he had to support himself against the bedpost as a
fire flared to life within his abdomen, a flame that felt so good that he
could not stop.  Ohhhh -- it feels so good -

   He felt his legs grow shaky as his masturbation reached a fever pitch.
His breathing became sharper, louder, more rhythmic.  As he continued to
finger his pussy, Dana realized that a woman's lustful moan was sounding in
his throat.  The inferno within his female abdomen suddenly swelled, rising
fiercely, until it could no longer be contained.  Truly imagining himself
as Laura, a woman's cry of extreme sexual ecstasy poured from his burgundy
lips -- "I...MY...MY PUSSY!  FUCK MY...MY...OOOOOOOOOH!"

   An intense pleasure greater than any he had ever known exploded into
every part of his female flesh.  A sparkle filled his clenched eyes as if
he were blacking out.  Dana cried out sharply, his high, feminine squeal
filling his ears as the electric orgasm overloaded his nerves.

   For the first time ever, Dana knew pleasure in its purest physical form.

   He knew a woman's orgasm.

   He sensation was beyond the male imagination.  Dana was filled,
consummated, complete -- for the first time.

   "Ooooooooh...oooooooh...ooooooh..." he moaned softly.  panting as the
intensity of his climax began to fade.  He began to realize that something
warm was running down the insides of his thighs.  For a few minutes,
breathing hard, he could only lean against the bedpost, coming down from
the orgasm.

   As his breathing finally settled down he slowly stood up straight, legs
unsteady, and watched the woman in the mirror do the same.  He had been
momentarily owned by the orgasm and was only now regaining the use of his
mental faculties.  He held his wet fingers near his nose once more and
found upon them the unmistakable scent of a woman's hot sexual fluids.

   I came!  I came as a woman!  My pussy is...is...  "...real!" he finished
aloud.

   The coolness of the spent come on his inner thighs and the musky aroma
of sex in the room were too distinct not to be real.  The fiery intensity
of the orgasm that had burned within him had brought him to the realization
that this was not a dream.  Despite his desperate need to believe
otherwise, he knew that his senses were too alert, too sharp, too solid for
this to be anything but hard reality.

   "I'm...I'm a girl," he whispered in cruel realization.

   Somehow, using a relentless and wickedly effective method beyond Dana's
imagination, someone had utterly and impossibly reshaped his flesh into
that of an incredibly sensuous girl.  He saw no possibility of returning to
his normal physical form, for the alterations done to him were simply too
extensive and complex.  His penis and testes were irretrievably gone.  He
was going to find those who had done this to him and make them pay for
irreversibly altering his life into one so foreign to him that no aspect of
daily life, no matter how minute, could ever be the same again.  Dana did
not even know how to urinate any more.

   What was he to do, as far as friends and family were concerned?  How
could he possibly walk up to his parents and inform them that he had joined
his mother amid the ranks of womanhood -- that he had leapt across the
boundary line between the sexes and was now the daughter she had always
wanted?

   Now I know what you felt, Mom.

   On the night you conceived me, with Dad inside you -- For a moment he
became his mother, lying in his mother's bed, having passionate sex with
his father.  The faster and harder his father, pinning the girl beneath
him, pumped into Dana, the more he realized he was becoming aroused again
-- He struggled to bury the image as lying beyond the limits of his moral
framework.  Just because he had become capable of having incestuous sex
with his father did not mean he wanted to -- but why was the thought so
exciting?

   Assuming Dana went home, how could he even begin to convince his parents
that the beautiful young girl speaking to them was in reality their son? 
And what about everyone else?  Assuming they could believe and accept the
change at all, he knew that every one of his male friends, married or not,
would now see him with a purely lustful eye and would continually imagine
themselves having sex with him.

   He had simply become too sexually attractive for any man to think of him
otherwise.

   The most open-minded girl he knew, Laura, might accept him, even welcome
him, as one of her own kind.  Laura's younger brother, in fact, had had
sex-change surgery in Colorado and was now living as a married woman in
Connecticut.  That transformation had been unbelievably dramatic, and Joey,
now Joanna, had ended up such a gorgeous girl that his -- her -- husband
never suspected that his wife had not been born that way.  Laura was
thrilled with having a new sister.

   Dana looked again upon his reflection and drew a mental comparison. 
"This blows even your change out of the water," he whispered aloud as if to
Joanna.

   "Whether I like it or not, there's a new girl in town."

   Dana knew that Laura alone stood as his best hope of refuge once he got
out of the brothel.  A little on the kinky side, she loved feminizing boys
-- one of her greatest pleasures, before Joey's sex-change, had been doing
regular makeovers on him, during which Laura, joyfully, made him look
convincingly like a girl.

   He was her twin brother.  By doing his makeup and nails for him and
dressing him up in her own clothes, Laura created for herself the sister
she had always wanted -- in fact, only after Joey was fully made up did he
and his sister see how very much they really did look alike.  All
throughout Joey's high school years he happily spent his evenings in
dresses and heels.  He bought a pair of silicone breast forms, which, while
he still needed them, gave him a proper figure for a pretty young woman. 
Joey's slight build, unusually wide hips (for a boy) and feminine
mannerisms made him a highly successful crossdresser, and only after Laura
had perfected Joey's feminine disguise did he confide to her that he wanted
to be a girl for real.

   Laura was thrilled when she learned of Joey's desire to become a woman,
and she delighted in helping to feminize his body in any way she could. 
She had her brother move into her apartment with her in order to avoid
having his parents see his transformation.  Her job at a beauty salon
allowed her to emasculate him skillfully, after hours, turning him into the
young lady he wanted to be.  She waxed his legs.  She pierced his ears. 
Joey kept his long, thick hair arranged in a pretty, feminine style, one
which Laura often emphasized by adding a large bow in back.  He looked
female and pretty, but Laura did not stop at merely making cosmetic changes
to his flesh.

   A close friend who owed Laura several favors worked at a nearby
pharmacy. That allowed Laura to obtain large quantities of estrogen for
Joey just before he entered puberty, allowing Joey to pre-empt his normal
puberty with the female hormones any girl would experience as she reached
maturity.

   Their effect upon his body was dramatic, forging an adult woman from the
male flesh he had been born with.  The change in Joey was startling, and
very rapid.  His voice became soft and feminine.  Over the phone, everyone
to whom he spoke, whether he was ordering a pizza or a dress from the home
shopping channel, thought he was a girl and called him 'miss' or 'ma'am.'

   His body was soft and feminine, too.  Joey was soon forced to tape up
his chest before going out in public, in order to conceal the existence of
his ever-enlarging breasts.  Only inside the apartment, with Laura the only
witness, could he relax and let them bounce free and unrestrained beneath a
loose T-shirt or nightgown.

   Shortly thereafter, when his breasts had reached the size of Laura's and
were far too large to be hidden any more, Joey happily began to wear the
bras he needed and dressed and lived as a girl every minute of the day.  He
had little choice -- by then, he had also developed overall body
measurements nearly identical to Laura's, giving him a curvaceous figure
that allowed him to share all of his sister's clothes.

   Tucked into Laura's shiny, black string bikini, he looked sexy and
natural coated in suntan oil as he lounged next to the swimming pool of the
apartment complex.  Watching from the window as the boys gawked lustfully
at Joey's glistening, feminine form, Laura knew her brother was utterly
committed for life to his chosen gender.  There was no going back.  Joey
could never again pass for a boy.

   Ever.

   Laura often took her 'sister' shopping at malls in other cities, where
no one Laura knew could ask questions and the two of them could enjoy the
day doing the things young girls do.  Laura had told Dana of one day when
she had taken Joey to 'Glamour Shots,' where, after selecting suitable
jewelry and a pretty hat and top, the unsuspecting photographer had taken a
series of lovely, soft-focus portraits of the 'girl.' Laura still had some
of them framed on her wall.

   Finally, upon Joey's twenty-first birthday, Laura had used several
thousand dollars from her trust fund to give him 'the operation' as a
birthday gift.  A new woman, Joanna lived with Laura until meeting and
moving in with the man she would marry some two years later.

   Surely, Laura will accept me this way, Dana thought.  She'll want to
spend hours dressing me in her clothes, treating me like the human Barbie
doll I am.  Dana called up a mental image of himself once again in bed with
Laura, but rather than being her male lover he visualized himself with her
as one of two girls servicing another man.  He knew that the sexually
imaginative Laura, most likely, would barely be able to wait to arrange
sessions of three-way sex involving Dana, herself, and whatever willing man
she could find.  One thing was for sure -- she could teach him every facet
of the fine art of being a woman, and he knew he needed a good coach.

   Dana felt an odd calmness sweep through him.  He saw his luscious new
body with a new eye, one fully accepting of the reality of his situation.
Suddenly, he felt no panic, no alarm at being a woman.  Taking a deep
breath, he even welcomed life as a woman -- and decided that if he was to
be a woman he would enjoy it.

   A new mind took him.  As womanhood had claimed his body, so now had it
claimed his identity.

   Dana picked up a black, see-through teddy that was lying atop the
dresser.  He slipped it on, feeling its airy nothingness as it slid over
his breasts and hung upon his body.  The feel of the weightless, delicate
nylon upon his soft form was -- nice.  The teddy hung to his hips and
concealed nothing, for concealment was not its purpose.  It served only to
accentuate the extreme femininity of his form, and his dark areolas and
erect nipples were obvious beneath the lingerie's flimsy black sheerness.

   The significance of where he was finally impacted upon Dana.  The room
was one of several used by the girls of the brothel for the 'entertainment'
of paying gentlemen.  Adding to that the fact that Dana had been given a
full makeover, and that his hair, makeup and nails were impeccably done to
feminine perfection -- He understood.

   His face had been made up and his nails and hair done for a reason. 
Dana was now to be a lady of the evening, however involuntarily.  That this
was not a dream was incredible; that he was meant to let men have sex with
him, and that they would all sexually penetrate and come inside him, was
overwhelming.

   So that's it, he realized.  Since I didn't pay my bill, I have to work
off my debt as one of the girls.  Somehow, the madam 'arranged' all of
this, and working for her naturally meant having to be a gorgeous woman.

   He saw no reason to doubt that he had all the same sexual plumbing found
in any woman, nor did he doubt that he was fertile.  For the first time in
his life he began to worry about getting pregnant, and being able to get
pregnant meant that he would have a monthly period to contend with, just
like all the other girls.

   After a few minutes, it dawned upon Dana that as one of the brothel's
girls he would already have been put on whatever birth control it was that
the madam employed.  He breathed a little easier.

   I wonder how many of the lovely young things in this place are former
men working off a debt?  Was the gorgeous blond I fucked tonight, in
reality, someone's former husband or brother?  Dana realized with a mixture
of fascination and amazement that the total knowledge of how to utterly
please a man in bed had become his.  Though he had never had sex with a
man, Dana knew perfectly every technique for sucking a cock, riding a cock,
and using his new vaginal muscles to rhythmically grip a cock as it
penetrated him, whether from atop or from behind.

   And, Dana knew, I want to do it!  More than anything, I want to have sex
with men!  And, somehow, Dana remembered the taste of having an erect penis
in his mouth.  The taste of semen -- His self-control was waning.  Dana
knew that he could not just sit in the room, waiting for someone -- someone
expecting sex -- to enter, for once that happened his discipline would
crumble.

   Dana's new, intensely female sexual urges would take over and he would
live the rest of his life -- joyfully -- as a willing sexual slave, one of
the madam's 'ladies.' His immediate need was for escape.

   I have to get out of here -- before I no longer want to get out of here!

   Part Three Getting Dressed

   Dana walked to the window, his breasts bouncing fluidly beneath his
teddy with each step.  This is so wild!  he wanted to shout.  The woman
peeked through a part in the lacy curtain and discovered that he was, as he
expected, in an upstairs bedroom.  His view was one overlooking the parking
lot, but he could not locate his car.  He knew he had to get out of the
house and find Laura, but he also knew he could not walk around dressed as
nearly naked as he was.

   Turning away from the window, his eyes fell once more upon the room's
lacy, canopy bed.  It looks so comfortable.  More each moment, Dana desired
womanhood to its vaginal fullest.  He wanted to lie nude and oiled on that
oh-so-soft mattress, seductively, waiting for a man to enter -

   Just once -- just so I'll know how it feels.  I'll let just one man fuck
me, and after I know how it feels I'll make a break for it -- No!  Dana,
his heartbeat rapid, fought to shake the thought and began to search the
room for some kind of clothing.

   The room's dresser drawers and closet contained, of course, only women's
things.  Revealing ones, at that, suited for the sex games customers would
ask for.  After his preliminary search, Dana realized that, by habit, he
had been searching for men's clothes.  Stupid!  Like they'd fit me now! 
Indeed, had they fit at all it would only have been in a comically cute
fashion, as if he were a wife trying on her husband's too-big clothes.

   Dana made peace with the fact that for the rest of his life he would
have to wear ladies' clothing and lingerie.  He wondered what his dress
size was.  As he pulled off the teddy, his jiggling breasts demanded his
attention like jealous children.

   Having them was so exciting and comforting that Dana wondered how he had
ever lived without them.  Considering their immensity once more, he happily
knew he had acquired a clothing necessity he had never had before.

   I need a bra -

   Dana wondered what his cup size was and knew that, whatever it was, it
was something incredible.  Checking the dresser, he found that one drawer
held an imaginative assortment of bras and other sexy foundations, which
were made from everything from leather to rubber to lace.  The sexy girl
within him nudged him without words into picking up a strapless, black
satin and lace 'merry widow' rather than a simple bra, and a test fit of
its soft, lace-edged cups proved that they were just large enough to
properly support and nestle comfortably against his breasts.  Whichever
girl normally used the room was apparently equally well-endowed.  Dana
tried to think of which of the ladies that would have been, narrowing the
field to two.

   Dana pulled its sleek black form around his waist and fastened the
sturdy hooks which held it tightly closed.  Adjusting his breasts within
the cups resulted in a painted-on fit, and the lower part of the sensual
lingerie rested perfectly upon his well-rounded hips.  After he had
finished closing its hooks he found himself having a difficult time
breathing, but after a few moments he seemed to adjust to the grip of the
'merry widow' and breathed a little easier.  It cinched his waist hard,
reducing his waist to a waspish narrowness that was utterly erotic.

   Well-boned, the 'widow' cinched Dana's waistline unmercifully, creating
a hard, enticing line between Dana's small, tapered waist and the sudden,
rounded, outward curve of his hips.  He found himself strangely aroused by
the widow's harsh grip, loving the incredible figure the garment gave him
in the mirror, and the fact that he could no longer breathe as freely
seemed a small price to pay for such a tiny, gorgeous waistline.  His
restrained, dramatically molded figure was incredibly sexy, and the only
time he had seen curves anywhere near as seductive had been on Laura once,
when she had dressed similarly during a sex game.

   Dana made a few final adjustments and his wet, sexy smile beamed at the
sight of the fit.  The 'merry widow's' design teasingly made his firm
breasts seem as if they would fall out of their marginal cups any second,
as well as creating an even-more-impressive cleavage by pressing his
breasts together to form a deep line of vertical union between them.  He
gazed, in love with the depth of his cleavage.

   After I service my men, I can put the money they pay me into there --
--no!  Get a grip!  He fought to hang on.

   His areolas peeked from behind a border fringe of black lace.  The sheen
of the satin defined the contours of his womanly roundness, and revealed
the points at which his nipples pressed against the insides of each cup. 
The tag on the 'merry widow' had said he was a Double-D cup in size, and he
believed it.  Look at these babies, he thought.  Until now, I always
dreamed of getting my hands on a girl with tits like these.  Now I have
them myself, but they don't seem to turn me on that way any more.

   "Girls," he said to his breasts, "you've never looked better.  What a
shame to waste this body...I'd make a world-class hooker."

   His figure was flawless, smooth and dripping with irresistable
sexuality. His was epic beauty, uncommon and sought after.  No fashion
model he could remember had anything over him.  Questions haunted him.  Why
am I not aroused by that girl in the mirror?  He knew that it was unnatural
behavior for him to be embracing this body so quickly; what he didn't know
was why he found himself enjoying it more each minute.  At that point he
did not know if, given the chance, he would choose to return to being the
man he had been.

   A rapid, smooth transition had been taking place in his thought
processes.  His neural pathways were realigning themselves, his entire
brain chemistry changing.  His attitudes, his desires, his needs, his
self-image, his sexual drives, and every shred of identity that made him
who he was were relentlessly falling away and being replaced by those of a
woman.

   That night, his feminization would be utterly complete, and the man Dana
had been would disappear forever.

   Holding a pair of sheer stockings, Dana sat on the edge of the bed. 
Doing what he had seen and subconsciously memorized while watching past
girlfriends dress, Dana rolled one leg of the hosiery and pulled it over
his dainty, polished toenails; his foot assumed a naturally downward-
pointed position when at rest, as if the pose were the result of many years
of wearing spike-heeled pumps.  The sleek, delicate fabric of the stocking
slid easily up the glass-smooth skin of his leg until, finally, he was able
to fasten the 'merry widow''s long garters to hold the hosiery in place. 
He slipped into the other stocking.  The woman inside him felt sexy and
beautiful.

   A search through another drawer revealed a pair of black silk and lace
panties that, despite their extreme skimpiness, seemed suitable for him. 
He slipped them on, a bit surprised at the way the shiny fabric melted
against his hips.  The tiny crotch panel of the panties was barely large
enough to conceal his new female mound, leaving his feminine bush of pubic
hair largely exposed.  He enjoyed their feel.

   Dana did not realize it, but, like Laura always did, he had dressed in
the manner of a woman expecting sex.  He wore his panties over his garters,
where they could be easily pulled off without having to remove his
stockings or anything else, leaving his vagina open and ready at a second's
notice.

   Dana walked over to the closet, the hosiery of his dainty feet sliding
slightly against the cool, polished, hardwood floor.  As he moved, he
cupped his huge breasts gently in order to help restrain their excited
jiggling, for even the cups of the 'merry widow' he wore could not hold
them completely still.  The stockings felt nice against his legs, and he
liked their sheen.  He opened the French closet door and found, mounted to
the wall inside, a shoe rack that held women's pumps in many different
styles and colors.  Their heel heights ranged from four to seven inches,
and the shoes were obviously meant to make one's legs more erotic rather
than to provide sensible footing.

   He chose five-inch heels in a simple glossy black.  They fit well and
were far more confortable than he had imagined they would be.  He expected
to have a hard time getting used to the shoes, for he was, after all,
practically walking on his toes.  He found, however, that walking in them
came as second nature, as if he had learned their feel during a life spent
in the body of a teenage girl.  He enjoyed the way the shoes made his legs
look.  Dana walked back and forth in the room, watching himself in a
full-length mirror as he flowed sexily by.

   How complete the madam's work is, Dana realized.  I walk so easily in
high-heels -- In fact, a vast ocean of purely feminine subtleties had
already become an irreversible part of his identity, so much so that he did
not realize them.  The way he walked.  The way he moved.  The way he looked
at his nails.  The way he sat, legs crossed and together.  The delicate way
he held his hands, as if to show his nails to their best advantage.  He
gave all these things no more thought than would any woman -- they were all
an irrevocably natural part of him now.  Were he somehow returned to
physical manhood, he would remain painfully effeminate.

   Unfortunately, the closet held little that Dana could wear in public
without being arrested.  This must be the bondage room, he thought, looking
at the intricate array of leather and rubber attire.  The only thing
hanging there that could be worn outside was very skimpy and seductively
slinky, and as he held the short, strapless black evening dress up before
him a reflection of its glittering sequins sparkled in his dark, sultry
eyes.  He slipped into it, its cool, silky fabric sliding like oil down
Dana's smooth body before coming to rest with figure-hugging sexiness just
below his rounded ass.  Lucky it happens to fit me, Dana thought, wondering
whether it was more than coincidence.  As little as it covered his
curvaceous form, he half expected that he would get arrested anyway.

   He noticed a matching purse lying atop the dresser, and picked it up.

   The reborn woman caught his reflection in a full-length mirror across
the room.  As he breathlessly drank in the image of the girl in the mirror,
her beauty astonished him.  His long, silky legs were gorgeous.  The black
dress with its crotch-level hemline somehow made his body even more
seductive than it had been naked; he could barely believe that such an
incredible creature could have been formed out of the sow's ear he had been
before.  Dana noticed for the first time that he was now considerably
shorter than before his transformation.  He had been six feet-one inch as a
man, but seemed to have become about five-ten with his transformation. 
Five inches of that was in the heels he wore, he realized, leaving him at
the more feminine barefooted height of five-five.

   Every square inch of the ravishing creature in the mirror positively
dripped raw sex.  Dana had become a seductress of unmatched beauty.  He
found himself wondering how much money a man would pay to have sex with
him. And whether or not he would be worth it.

   How would it feel to have a cock buried inside me?  The question nagged
at him, demanding that he find the answer.

   I want a man to fuck me!  I want to suck his cock and feel him inside
me! I --I want to stay -- !  He managed to keep his ever-slipping grip on
his discipline and buried the burning desires, though he was having a
harder and harder time telling himself why he should leave.

   Dana glided back to the window, his heels clicking, the dress hugging
his form with a shimmering black sparkle as he moved.  Cars filled the
space around the house for this was a popular place, despite its
remoteness. He knew that he could not climb out of the window and drop from
the second floor, not dressed like this and with this body.

   He would have to try to sneak out some other way.

   He picked up a few things from the dresser and put them into his purse,
knowing it might seem odd for a woman to be carrying an empty one around. A
small spray bottle of perfume contained the same fragrance he was already
wearing.  He also picked up a lipstick, a compact, and a tube of mascara,
as well as an ornate hairbrush.

   Dana paused before the mirror and primped, checking his makeup and hair
and making sure that nothing that might arouse suspicion was out of place.
Then, with his spiked heels click-clicking against the hard floor, Dana
delicately walked toward the door.

   His large earrings jingled in his ears.

   Ten feet from the door, he stopped.

   Too late!

   Dana froze as he saw the shadow of someone outside filling the open slit
at the bottom of the door.  The cut-glass doorknob slowly turned, clicking
as it stopped.  The quiet squeak of antique hinges filled the room, its
sound and the pounding of his own heart the only thing filling Dana's ears.

   The door opened to reveal the figure of a man, silhouetted in the
doorway.  He was enormous, filling the wooden frame with his muscular form.
The man entered, closed the door behind him, and walked closer in the
candlelight.  Dana knew why he was there.

   The man's eyes slowly drank in the vision of the ravishing woman in the
room he had been given.  Her curvaceous figure in the romantic lighting
caused stirrings in his crotch as his eyes caressed her beauty from head to
luscious toe.

   "Well, now, that's more like it," the man said with obvious approval of
Dana's sensuous form.  He walked over to the bed, still checking Dana out,
undressing the girl in his mind.  "You're new, right?  Come over here,
sweetheart.  You're a pretty one."

   Dana's heart raced.  He dared not make a scene.  Not now.  Not when he
was so close to escape.  He walked up to the man, smiling nervously,
setting his purse back on the dresser.

   "They...they sent you in here?" Dana asked, trying to remain cool.

   "Uh huh," the man affirmed.

   "And you want...?" the woman asked, knowing the answer.

   "You, baby," he said, staring hungrily into Dana's cleavage.

   Part Four First Encounter

   "Aren't we in a hurry," Dana commented with a teasing, feminine tone as
the man quickly stripped down to his underwear.  The man was in his early
forties and powerfully built, and he seemed clean and well-groomed.  An
athlete of some kind, perhaps.  Dana found that seeing the man's huge,
well-defined biceps gave him the same sexual thrill he had previously felt
when looking upon the tits and ass of a beautiful girl.  Dana could not
help himself -- he reached out to feel the hard muscle of the man's upper
arms.

   "Do you...work out?" the woman asked, a slight jitter of nervousness in
his voice.

   "I play football.  Professionally.  Ten-year veteran."

   Ooooooooh...he's gorgeous -

   "I told them I didn't like the blonde they gave me last time.  Too
skinny," he said, stroking Dana's left breast, "if you know what I mean. 
You're perfect."

   Dana knew that he could not escape the brothel still a 'virgin.'
Refusing sex with the man would bring immediate and loud attention as he
complained.

   In order to avoid arousing suspicion, Dana would have to be a call girl,
at least this once, for real.

   For the night, anyway, he would have to have sex with the man --
servicing him as a woman, taking the passive role of a woman.

   Dana had no choice.

   Dana knew his willpower was failing.  Once I've done it, will I be able
to leave the brothel?  Will I be able to go back to Laura?  All of his sex
drives were totally female, now, and having sex with a man struck him as
wonderfully natural; in fact, something within him was actually thrilled at
being forced into the situation.

   "What would you like tonight?" he asked in his sexiest voice, actually
enjoying a slight tease as he placed his right hand onto the man's crotch.

   He could feel that an erection was already building within the man's
gray slacks.  It moved against Dana's hand as it grew.  Its rising life
made Dana's heart leap with the excitement of being a woman who had such an
effect on men.

   Dana remembered the things the girls had said to him when he had been a
male customer.

   "Why don't we start with you giving me a name to call you?  It doesn't
have to be your real name."

   "Uh...Vic.  Yeah, Vic."

   "Okay, Vic honey.  You just relax, and let Dana show you a good time."

   Dana knew the man could do anything but relax; his erection threatened
to rip open a pants seam.  Here we go, Dana thought, a little nervously. 
Dana turned away and held up his hair so the man could unzip his dress.

   The man was ready, obviously; a full two inches of his erection
protruded above the elastic waistband of his briefs.

   As he felt his zipper loosen, Dana turned back to face the man.  His
eyes fixed upon the man's bulging member; he found himself wanting it
inside him.  His nipples were hard beneath the glittering fabric of the
shiny black gown.  Dana immediately let the dress fall to the floor.

   "Put your shoes back on," the man requested.  "I like legs in heels."

   "Anything you want, honey." Dana's enviable breasts with their hard,
erect nipples bounced teasingly as he stepped out of the evening dress,
leaving him only in the 'merry widow.' The tight, shiny black grip of the
sexy garment around Dana's middle emphasized the luxury of his bustline
above and smooth mound below.

   Vic pulled down Dana's cups to fully expose both breasts.

   "Oh, my g..." Vic began with sexual awe in his quiet voice.  "Your tits
are...oh, your tits are just..."

   Dana proudly looked down at his colossal breasts with their large, hard
nipples.

   "You like my big titties, honey?" he asked teasingly.  "Tonight, they're
just for you." Vic nodded speechlessly, buried his face in them and
caressed them for the few moments it took his aching cock to reach full
size.

   Dana slipped back into his high heels and dropped to his knees before
the man, coming face to face with the excited cock.  The woman pulled the
elastic waistband of Vic's underwear down and the stiff, circumcised penis
dropped forward, stopping only a fraction of an inch from Dana's shiny
burgundy lips.

   "M-m-my," Dana said, surprised at the immensity of the swollen organ as
it pointed at his face, straight out and slightly upward.  It was much
larger than Dana's had been during his life as a man.  "Aren't we a big,
healthy boy."

   "I've never had a complaint."

   "And you won't hear one from me, honey." The woman slid the man's briefs
down to his ankles, and he stepped out of them.  Fully naked, Vic stood
before the girl.

   Dana had a true hunger to suck the erect organ.  The driving compulsion
overwhelmed him, ruling his mind.  He opened his mouth, and with a horny
woman's excitement he reached out with a warm tongue and playfully licked
away the drop of seminal fluid that had built at the tip of the man's long
shaft.  That proved to be all the icebreaker Dana needed, for in seconds he
had taken the head of the hard penis fully into his warm, wet mouth.  Ohhhh
-- it's delicious!  More -- more -- !

   Vic gently held the sides of Dana's head as the woman devoured the man's
cock, taking the straining penis deeper into his mouth, working its head
like a popsicle.  Using the techniques he suddenly, magically knew, Dana
gently sucked and swirled his tongue against its tip, taking more and more
of the excited organ into his mouth with each bob of his head.  Its taste
was exciting.  Instinctively a true professional, Dana gently used his long
nails to tickle Vic's testicles as they hung down behind the swollen cock,
and Dana felt them become firmer and cooler.  Dana felt the hot arousal of
a woman, his vagina growing warmer and wetter with each suck of the stiff
rod.  And these girls get paid for this!  Dana thought.

   Vic moaned, nearing the point of no return.  Dana pulled the cock out of
his mouth and held its long shaft in one hand as if it were a microphone,
licking its head as one would an ice cream cone.  The veined goliath was
now drenched in Dana's saliva, adding lubrication that Dana knew would come
into play at any moment.  The penis grew hotter.  Harder.  Dana began to
taste salt.

   Hard and ready, Vic anxiously guided Dana onto the bed.  The woman eased
onto his back on the soft mattress as the man excitedly pulled away 'her'
silky panties, leaving them to dangle from one slender ankle.  The apparent
woman then pulled his knees up and spread his thighs, exposing his naked,
craving pussy full and wide in order to playfully tease the excited man.

   "Ooooh...do it now...put it in..." Dana begged.  His breathing grew
sharper, more erratic.

   Vic stroked the inside of Dana's thigh and the woman immediately raised
her straight, silken legs, high-heels high in the air, spreading them ever
wider to form a broad letter 'V'.  As the man held a slender ankle in each
hand, Dana reached down and hungrily guided the hot and slippery form of
Vic's cock's toward the wet deepness that awaited it between 'her' legs.

   For a moment, its head pressed against Dana's vaginal lips teasingly. 
"Ready, baby?" the man asked softly.

   The woman lay there, hugging the pillow beneath her head with both arms.
The weight of her breasts against her woman's chest was wondrous.

   "Mmmmm...ready," Dana moaned.

   Vic pushed his hips forward.  Dana clenched his teeth as the enormous
steel cock slid into him.  It felt unlike anything he had ever known.  It
began.  Man and woman, their flesh as one, the massive penis slowly pumped,
pushing deeper and deeper with each stroke into Dana's female heat.  Even
though it was inching in slowly, the engorged cock was huge, stretching
Dana's vagina beyond its virgin limitations as the erection buried itself.
Dana bit his lip as a jolt of momentary pain filled him.

   Finally, the cock reached its maximum penetration and Vic's pubic hair
pressed hard into Dana's.  "It's all in, baby," Vic said with great
satisfaction.  "All ten inches."

   Dana reached down in amazement with curious fingers.  He felt his own
pubic hair and continued on until his fingers entered the tight space
between the two lovers, a space lined above by pubic hair not Dana's own.

   "It is..." the woman said with some astonishment.

   Still gripping the woman's widespread ankles, the man began sliding in
and out, in and out, building the frictional forces that would bring both
of them to sexual climax.  "Tell me you love it, baby."

   "I...I love it...oh, Vic, I love it..."

   Dana's head dropped back, his eyes closed in deep pleasure.  A network
of female nerves he had never before possessed glowed and electrified with
the sweet pleasure arising from the stimulation of his pussy, and he wanted
more.  Squeezing his supple breasts together with his upper arms, Dana
reached up and ran his fingers through the macho luxury of Vic's hairy
chest.  An intensity was building within Dana.

   "I...I feel you...inside me...oooooh, it feels so good..." Dana moaned
in astonishment.  He felt an odd union with Laura, as if finally knowing
this glorious feeling had reached across time and space and had made them
sisters.  The feeling of having the cock inside him was so wondrous that
Dana even felt regret that he had not had sex-change surgery while in his
teens, giving him a long, female life instead of the male waste his life
had been.  Why didn't you tell me it was like this, Laura?  You never told
me it felt so good to be a girl --

   Vic knew nothing of the thoughts going through Dana's mind.  He knew
only that the woman beneath him loved having him inside her, and it added
to his own enjoyment to know that his sexual prowess was inducing such
pleasure in such a gorgeous woman.

   The man soon laid on top of his sex partner on hands and knees, legs
slightly bent, his feet off of the floor.  His hips cradled into the bottom
of the V-shape formed by Dana's widespread thighs as he drove like a piston
into the woman, continuing his primal assault.

   Dana bent his knees and pulled them up, helping the man to drive as
deeply as possible into the burning pussy around his cock.  The woman's
black high-heels dug into the soft mattress.  Dana's breasts danced like
firm, wild jello against his chest, heaving madly as they swung from side
to side and up and down.  The man's muscular hips pumped faster and faster,
driving the still-swelling tool with a machinelike intensity.

   The woman then wrapped his legs tightly around the man's buttocks,
encouraging him to pump harder.  The wet, raw sound of their sexes merging
filled the room, and their bodies grew slick with the sweat of sexual
exertion.

   "It's...sooooo...big..." Dana moaned, his sexy voice pulsing with the
impact of each thrust of the man's surging penis.  "Oooooooh,
Vic...harder...harder...faster..."

   After several minutes Vic pulled out, wanting to change positions.  Dana
rolled over onto his hands and knees and teasingly wiggled his tempting,
raised ass in the air as he took final position.  He found that he loved
the feminine game of waving one's hot pussy under the nose of a desperately
horny man.  It was such fun seducing a man into taking charge of the
situation, overpowering the teasing bitch before him and forcing his
steaming cock into the woman's ready tunnel in a game of friendly rape.

   Dana's feet with their black high-heels hung over the foot of the bed
and his knees were spread so wide that his stomach was mere inches above
the bedsheet.  The man took a standing position behind the woman's silken
calves, gripped the sides of her ass with both rock-solid hands, and
quickly reimmersed his ripe cock as far as it would go into Dana's waiting
pussy.  Vic then locked his massive hands around the narrowest part of
Dana's tiny, cinched waist and repeatedly pumped him, pulling the gorgeous
woman back onto his erection with a powerful, clocklike, driving force,
thrusting forward faster and faster and slamming his pelvis harder and
harder into Dana's ivory buttocks.  The man's strength was incredible, and
Dana was totally locked into position, helpless, fully at the mercy of Vic
and his unrelenting cock.

   And Dana loved it.  Vic owned Dana's smooth, rounded ass, driving it
down over his cock as if it were a rubber sex toy and not a part of a
living woman.  Dana could never have freed himself had he tried, but
freedom was the farthest thing from his feminine mind.  Only now, as a
woman, did Dana understand the total physical domination of man over woman
and he gloried in his new, passive role.  Over and over, more intensely
with each thrust, a shock wave thundered through Dana's body, flopping his
hanging breasts wildly; their great weight, constantly and jerkily tugging
at his chest, was an erotic and welcome reminder of his new gender.  Dana
knew that no other experience could ever make him feel more alive than this
one did.

   Dana dropped from hands to elbows, ass still in the air.  His excited
tits tickled against the sheets.  The linen against his nipples as they
swung wildly back and forth felt so good...

   Dana's lips spoke with a woman's passion, voicing desires he did not
know he had.  The words flowed from him as if he were possessed by a hot,
horny lady who had shoved Dana out of the way and was using his body for
her own sexual pleasure.

   "Yes!  Yes!  Ohhhh...my pussy's hot...pump my hot pussy...harder...make
me come!  I want to come!  Yes...that's it...that's right...faster. 
Ohhhh...come inside me...I want to feel your hot come inside me...so
good...so good...so goooood...."

   One part of Dana could not believe the words were coming from his own
wet lips.  The other part was saying them, meaning them, and growing
stronger every minute.  Without breaking his pumping rhythm, Vic unhooked
and stripped Dana of the 'merry widow.' The woman emitted an approvingly
satisfied moan as he tossed the lingerie aside.  Even naked, Dana's waist
maintained the same tiny waistline and curvaceous figure the garment had
forced upon him.  Vic leaned over Dana's back, and as he reached under he
cupped a swinging breast in each hand like eggs in egg cups.  He massaged
the woman's supple tits with sausage fingers, gently rolling Dana's hard
and aching nipples between thumb and forefinger.  Dana then remembered
something that Laura had often done as he fucked her, and decided to try it
himself.

   Dana began a steady, rhythmic tightening of his vaginal muscles,
gripping Vic's cock like a fist as he pumped in and out.  Vic moaned in
response, and reached into a small shaving bag to one side.  The man picked
up a tube of body oil and squirted it onto Dana's back, rubbing the glossy
clear liquid down over Dana's stomach and dancing breasts.  It trickled
down between the woman's buttocks and met the pounding piston of the man as
it continued to build to climax.  The oil-wet slap of his hips into Dana's
ass sounded sharply with each impact.

   Oh, the lubrication felt so good to Dana -- the slickness of his smooth,
woman's body under the man's massive hands and iron grip was intoxicating.
The lovers merged, slippery flesh against slippery flesh.

   Their nude bodies glistened in the dim candlelight of the room, its
slick warmth playing upon each and every erotic curve of Dana's goddesslike
form.  Dana glanced sideways into the mirror.

   There he was, on hands and knees, his huge breasts hanging and jiggling,
a sex slave to the goliath behind him.  He watched the man, eyes closed in
pleasure, as he rammed his cock into the soft, hairless ass in the mirror.

   Dana rejoiced that that lovely ass was his.  His feminine form glimmered
slickly in the light like wet rubber -- he was a hot, sexy bitch like the
world had never known.

   "Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me!" Dana shouted out with each
merciless thrust, his mind ruled by the passion within him.

   Dana's rejoicing flesh melted and flowed into the man behind him.  His
intellect was gone, replaced by fires of female desire.  Within seconds the
orgasm that had been slowly building within him intensified to the point
that Dana's eyes slammed shut and he reached climax, losing all control of
his abdomen.

   "Ohhhh...yeeeees..." Dana managed to utter through clenched teeth. 
Soooooo...gooooood..." His vaginal muscles locked hard around the intruding
cock as it pumped harder and harder into him -- "OHHHHHHHH, VIC!  OHHHHH!
I'M COMING!  FUCK ME...OHHHHHHHH...!"

   And Dana came, flooding the man's groin with a woman's anointing fluids.
Dana cried out in unbearable ecstasy, feeling the intensity that being a
young woman could be.  His clear, hot come flowed on, gushing from his
pussy and filling the air with the scent of raw, pure sex.  Vic felt the
friction against his cock lessen as the added lubricants came into play,
and for a moment he could barely feel the walls of the woman's vagina. 
Dana lost contact with his surroundings; all he was for the moment was his
soaked, satisfied pussy, still wrapped around the relentlessly invading
sexual battering ram of the opposite sex.

   The orgasm diminished, then suddenly swelled to an even greater
intensity.  Dana's teeth clenched and a cry rose in his throat, which
forced its way past his lips as a woman's scream of unbearable ecstasy. 
The second orgasm made Dana's body dissolve into a rapturous flame that
claimed every nerve, every cell of his body.  A second wave of hot fluid
poured from Dana's luxurious vagina and flowed down the silken insides of
his thighs as it merged into the oil on his skin.  He had no control over
his physical self; it had succumbed to the totality of the electric grip of
his womanhood.  "Oh, Vic...oh, baby..." Dana began, breathing heavily,
"So...good..." Finally, gently, it was over.

   Dana had been christened into his new gender, fully and forever.  She
was a total woman.  She could never look back.

   Dana was little more than a puddle of female exhaustion.  She could feel
that the man had begun to pump in and out with a more erratic rhythm, but
Dana, in absolute love with being a woman, just wanted to lie there.  Her
hands, arms, and legs quivered with the weakness that came from such a
great release of sexual energy.

   Vic pulled out and wanted Dana to take him into his mouth again. 
Weakly, the woman pushed herself up from the bedsheet and turned to face
the man.  Willingly, gladly, Dana took the cock between her burgundy lips
once again and rode down its shaft until it had buried itself in her
throat; she pumped it, tasting her own vaginal juices on its slippery
surface.  Vic, seconds from coming, tensed his thighs until their huge
muscles stood out in straining relief.

   Sensing that Vic was coming, Dana pulled the love rod out of her mouth
and leaned back just as the explosive cock began to ejaculate.  With her
right hand she pumped the veined shaft and aimed it so as to target her
bosom.

   The hot man thing burst to life, forcefully spraying its boiling come
against Dana's waiting breasts, spreading the hot lovecream over their
slick, mountainous contours with every pulsating flood.  As Dana gripped
the base of the pulsing cock like a shower head, the man came and came and
came, splashing the smiling woman with a sea of liquid heat.  Dana's free
hand spread the slippery fluid over her breasts, coating her nipples until
the come dripped from their tips.

   Dana licked her hands, swallowing Vic's come in order to know every
facet of sex as a woman.  She loved the taste, and like a female come
addict who had just gotten her first fix in a long, long time an insatiable
craving overtook her.  Filled with a deep need to waste none of it, Dana
ravenously lapped it all up, even sucking up the pools of semen that had
filled the undersides of her long nails.  She wished she had let the man
come in her mouth.  Next time, she would.

   Next time.  Dana was already looking forward to the next time she could
suck a man's hot and ready cock.  She had become a sexual woman whose only
ambition in life was to have her pussy filled by the cocks and come of
virile men.  The one-time male businessman had impossibly become a
nymphomaniacal woman.

   Dana pulled her puckered nipples up to her lips and licked and sucked
them until none of the salt-sweet jism remained upon her supple, rejoicing
tits.  The woman swallowed every drop, then gripped Vic's hairy buttocks
and plunged face-first into his forest of coarse pubic hair.  Dana
voraciously sucked the man's organ dry as it shrank back to normal size,
then hungrily kept the expended penis in her mouth until it became a soft,
weak, comparatively tiny shadow of its former self, stained with Dana's
lipstick.  Still not satisfied, the woman licked Vic's balls clean with a
greedy tongue then returned to the head of his cock.

   Dana gave it one last kiss, then struggled to her feet and kissed Vic
thankfully, full on the lips.  Dana's tongue imparted a last caress within
the man's mouth.

   "I...I thought you girls never kissed your customers," Vic said,
surprised by the kiss and still weak from his climax.

   "Not usually," Dana said, "but you were absolutely delicious."

   Vic smiled.  They took turns using a towel to wipe the body oil and come
from each other's skin.

   Dana sat on the bed, naked and vulnerable.  Vic leaned over and kissed
the woman on the side of the neck.  "I have to leave." He laid two one
thousand dollar bills on the dresser, then put five one hundred dollar
bills into Dana's hand.

   "Take it.  For you.  Don't tell 'em downstairs."

   "You're sweet," the young woman said, noticing his wedding ring.  "Too
bad you're married."

   Vic had been satisfied more by this woman than by any other hooker he
had ever been with.  After the man had dressed and left, Dana sat on the
bed for a moment, slowly coming down from the experience, then proceeded to
thoroughly clean herself up in the room's bathroom.  Once clean, she
slipped back into her 'merry widow', panties, stockings and dress.  She
slid her feet effortlessly back into the pumps as they sat upright on the
floor.  They were still warm inside.

   She touched up her makeup, primping and prettying herself girlishly. 
Dana, her head still swimming with the joy of being a woman, squealed
happily as the excitement of her new sex filled her.  She took a hairbrush
from her purse and began to draw it through her sex-mussed hair.  As she
looked upon the lovely girl in the mirror, Dana tried to decide whether to
stay in the brothel with the other girls or to find Laura and begin life
anew as one of her girlfriends.  Here at the brothel, think of all the sex!
But, then again, she realized, who's to say it can't be that way out on my
own?  She came to a decision -- she would seek out her former girlfriend
and begin her life anew as a free woman.

   Then, deciding in the mirror that she was once again a presentable lady,
Dana casually picked up her purse and walked to the door.  She listened
intently and heard the movement of many people beyond.  Taking a deep
breath, she slowly turned the glass knob and pulled the door open just
enough to allow her to peek out.

   She found the hallway occupied by most of the brothel's ladies, all
heading down the stairs and out the front door -- toward freedom.  After
taking a deep breath, Dana quickly and quietly slipped through the door and
into the hall and merged into them, trying to act like one of the girls and
hoping to get outside without being noticed.  Her heart pounded so hard she
was sure the other girls could hear it.  In moments, she found herself
outside, under a clear, starry sky.

   The girls entered a large limousine van.  Dana climbed inside and took a
seat among the others, and was noticed by a gorgeous blonde sitting in the
opposite seat.

   "Are you a new girl?" she asked Dana, as the van door slid shut.  "I
don't remember you."

   "Brand new," Dana responded, irony in her voice.

   "Well," the girl continued, "I'm Brandy.  Nice to know you." She
extended a hand decorated with long, pink nails; Dana gently shook it. 
"You're so lucky, honey," the blonde continued, looking at Dana's deep
cleavage.  Brandy pulled at her dress at the bustline, adjusting her modest
breasts.  "I wish I was built like you.  These are nice, but most guys
really go for the big ones." Dana did not see anything wrong with Brandy's
measurements.  I guess, she thought, most women can find something about
themselves to be unhappy with, no matter how beautiful they are.

   "What do you mean?  You look great," Dana complimented.  "Any guy would
love to be seen with you."

   "Think so?" Brandy said, slightly hefting her adequate breasts.  She
smiled at Dana.  "Thanks.  What's your name?"

   "Uh...Dana," she responded, realizing that her name could be a woman's,
as well.

   "Hi, Dana," a couple of the other girls chimed in.  They were all quite
friendly, like sisters.  "How long have you been in the business?" a
beautiful brunette asked.

   "Not too long," Dana answered.  "I'm...kind of new at this."

   The brunette leaned toward Dana, patting her on the thigh.  "Well, if
you ever need a pointer or two, come ask.  I'm Monica...and I've picked up
a few special techniques along the way."

   Dana felt comfortable amid the female camaraderie; these women were open
and accepting of her, and she felt welcome.  She was one of the girls, now,
as far as they were concerned, and she really liked being one of them.  The
limo van continued down a dark highway.  City lights glowed over the
horizon ahead; they were headed toward Las Vegas.

   Reaching downtown and the bright lights of the strip, the van pulled up
to the entrance of one of the largest and most elegant hotels there.  The
girls were led inside, and stood waiting in the lobby as a woman Dana
recognized as the brothel's madam approached each girl and handed her a
room key.  Dana held her breath as the woman approached, expecting a
confrontation, but the madam merely handed Dana a key and moved on to the
next girl.  The number on the key read 2612; she obviously was meant to
take that room.

   "You girls be back down here by 11 A.M.," the woman stated firmly.  "We
meet back here, in the lobby, then head home.  You all know the drill."

   The others headed toward the elevators, and Dana followed to avoid
suspicion.  The limo van driver and the madam remained in the lobby, seated
near the door; their presence there would make escape difficult.

   Dana pressed 26 on the elevator panel as all the other ladies pressed
their own floors.  The blond with whom Dana had become friendly in the van,
Brandy, also pressed 26, meaning they would be getting off at the same
floor.

   Before making a break for it, Dana would have to, at least, enter her
room and wait for the other girl to do the same.

   She assumed that she was supposed to wait for a trick to arrive, then
spend the night having sex with him.  She would have to get out of the room
fast -- she did not want to take a chance on being trapped there.

   The elevator door finally opened.  Dana and Brandy stepped out and the
door closed behind them.  "2616," Brandy said, holding up her key.

   "2612," Dana responded.

   "You know," Brandy began, as the two ladies headed toward their rooms,
"we could get together after for a little girl talk.  I've got a feeling
about you, Dana.  Like we'd be good friends."

   "Sure, Brandy.  I'd like that."

   They came to Dana's room first.  She inserted the key; the door cracked
open.  "Lunch tomorrow?" Brandy asked, walking away.

   "It's a date."

   After Brandy had gone into her room, Dana left and headed quickly toward
the restaurant she remembered was atop that particular hotel.

   Luckily, she passed no one in the hallway.

   Entering the restaurant, she nonchalantly took a seat at the bar. 
Somehow, she could still feel the man's cock inside her, and it was
exciting.  She loved sex as a woman far more than she had ever enjoyed it
as a man.  She felt proud to be a woman.  Fulfilled.  Dana's body had
flourished, rejoicing that it had finally been freed from the cruel bondage
of the Y-chromosome.  Her flesh, as well as her very identity, had begun as
female in the womb, and would have remained so had it not been raped by an
onslaught of sex-altering testosterone.

   Now, remembering, it knew that it was female once again and would
happily remain so forever, wrapped in a wondrous existence of lipstick,
perfume, and soft silk.  The joyous wonder of being loved, caressed,
penetrated, and made fruitful by the male of the species would now be
Dana's for the rest of her life.  She was complete.

   Looking into the mirror behind the bar and feeling as if she could fly,
Dana drank in the image of the lady in the glass.  At first, she had wanted
to take merciless revenge upon the person who had taken the clay of her
formerly male body and reformed it into this woman whose reflection was
before her.  Now, she wanted to find that person and fall gratefully at his
or her feet.

   A bartender approached.  "Would you like something, miss?" he asked,
obviously enjoying Dana's beauty.

   "Dana..." the young woman softy said.  "Yes, honey...I think champagne
would be appropriate right now.  I'm celebrating the new me."

   She smiled at him sexily, embracing her womanhood with all her heart. 
Even if she were given the opportunity, she decided then and there that she
loved being a woman.  She would never go back to manhood.  Never.

   "Coming up, Dana." He went to get it for her.

   She began to touch up her makeup even though it did not need it, putting
on a feminine show for the man.  Taking a lipstick from her purse, she
looked into the mirror, glided the soft, deep color across her lips then
playfully licked them.  She lightly sprayed seductive perfume upon her
slender neck.  After finishing her drink, Dana decided that the time to
leave had come.  She rose from her barstool, took a final look into the
mirror, and headed for the bar's lost-and-found room.  Because of the late
hour no one was around, so she helped herself to a lady's dress-length coat
and a matching wide-brimmed hat.  A pair of ladies' dark glasses sat on a
nearby shelf, along with a purse different from the one she carried.  Into
the new purse went the twenty-five hundred dollars Vic had given her for
her 'services,' along with her lipstick, perfume, mascara, powder compact,
and hairbrush.

   Dana took the elevator.  A handsome man got on at the tenth floor, one
who could not help but stand and look upon Dana's extreme attractiveness.
The man felt his penis move.

   "Excuse me," Dana began, speaking demurely yet like a helpless
damsel-in-distress.  "Would you please help me?  I'm afraid that my old
ex-boyfriend might be waiting down in the lobby, and I was wondering if you
would walk with me and pretend to be my husband."

   "Sure, Miss," the man agreed.  "I'd be happy to help."

   "Would you mind getting into the cab with me, just to make it look
right?"

   "Sure..."

   They stepped out into the lobby.  Making lovers' small-talk, the man's
arm was around Dana's waist as he walked her past the brothel's madam and
the limo van driver.  He was growing aroused just holding her next to him.
They paused at the hotel's ornate revolving door.

   "Happy anniversary, Melissa," he said, leaning his face down and kissing
Dana lightly.

   He was surprised when she pressed back into his lips, her slick lipstick
tasting sweet to him.

   She caressed the sides of his face as they kissed, and the man felt her
playful tongue tickle his own.

   "I love you, sweetheart," Dana said with all the sugary love she could
muster.

   "This was the most wonderful second honeymoon ever."

   Catching but a passing glance from the madam, the apparent husband and
wife walked through the door and out to the hotel's taxi pick-up zone.  The
man hailed a cab for them, and once it pulled up they climbed inside.

   "Where to, mister?" the cab driver asked as the man was still getting
in.

   "The airport," Dana replied for him as the car pulled away.  Even as she
spoke, she was stripping out of the coat, hat and glasses.

   She kissed the man long and hard and deeply, showing her appreciation.
He kissed her hard in return, their tongues probing.  In moments, her deft
fingers opened his fly to reveal a long, hard erection.

   "What's your name, honey?" she asked in a quiet whisper.

   "Parker," he replied, smiling.

   "Fuck me, Parker..." she asked, the breath of her whisper tickling his
ear.  Dana pulled up her dress then pulled off her panties and dropped them
onto the floorboard.  The man pulled a condom from his wallet and stretched
it over his risen shaft.

   Dana, facing away from him, sat full and hard upon his erection, taking
it deeply.  She slowly bounced up and down on it as the man reached around
her and reached into her dress.  As she rode him, Parker played with her
erect nipples.  The cab driver, his own erection straining to burst his
zippered fly, tried not to watch in the mirror as the man and woman fucked
right there in the back of his cab.

   "I'm sorry," Dana sexily uttered to the driver, noticing his expression.
"You must feel left out.  Here..." She reached over the seat and into his
lap, and as he drove she freed his erection from his taut fly.  After
licking her palm in order to lubricate it, Dana hand-pumped the man's cock
as she bounced upon the erection of the other man.

   They went on for blocks until the driver suddenly stiffened.  His
spurting semen shot upward and splashed wetly as it rained upon the top of
Dana's still-pumping fist.

   "Yes, honey," Dana said with satisfaction, feeling the warmth of his
semen on her skin.  "Come for me.  Very nice." As he watched her, his
orgasm diminishing, Dana lifted her hand to her mouth and lustfully licked
the come from it.  "Mmmmmmm...luscious..." She sucked and slurped until her
hand was clean of the thick, sticky fluid.

   The thighs of the man whose cock she was riding became like stone
beneath her and he came as well.  As he gripped the woman's waist and held
her tightly against his lap, his condom strained to contain the flood of
hot come his penis delivered into her.  Dana knew that she loved being
fucked more than she loved anything else in the world.

   All these cocks are toys for me now!  And men'll fuck me whenever I
want! All I have to do is ask!  She lived for sex, lived to feel a cock
inside her, lived to swallow hot semen like there was no tomorrow.  Her
pussy ruled her, and it was hungry to be continually wrapped around long,
thick, rigid cocks as they pumped mercilessly in and out of Dana's moist,
hot depths.

   Dana was insatiable.  And she liked that.

   Part Five Woman to Woman

   The soap opera was nearly over.  Laura lay on the couch, watching the
last moments of a story so incredibly unrealistic that only the Hollywood
soaps would have dared put it on the air.

   "Oh, brother," she muttered.  "As if she'd leave a senator for his
plumber.  Yeah, right!" As the credits began to roll, the doorbell rang. 
Laura rose from the couch and walked over to the window.

   The bright colors of the Vermont autumn leaves greeted her first as she
looked outside.  Peering through the sheer curtains, she saw a white sports
car parked at the curb.  There was someone standing outside her door, in
the cool October air, but Laura did not recognize the beautiful woman on
her front porch.

   She paused a moment to study the girl.

   The woman was wearing a sexy, pink dress that showed her every curve and
asset to its female fullest.  Her tits were huge, barely held within the
dress.  Its plunging neckline overly displayed her teasing, ample cleavage,
while the short skirt of her dress made her gorgeous legs look long, sleek,
and incredible.  Her pink pumps with their four-inch heels and her matching
designer purse were the perfect accessories for the loose, easy image she
presented.  Her long, rich brown hair was shiny and exquisite.

   The woman's makeup was immaculate, her glossy lips dark and full.  Her
nails were long and perfect.  The woman looked as if she had just stepped
off of the cover of Cosmopolitan -- and the competitive Laura hated her
simply because the woman was so beautiful.

   "What a bimbo," she said to herself.  "Bet she's a damned Mary Kay
lady," Laura muttered as she left the living room and headed toward the
entry foyer.  She cautiously opened the door, leaving the safety chain
latched.  "Yes...can I help you?" Laura asked the woman.

   "Hello," Dana began, trying at first to be as non-threatening as
possible.  Her heart leapt as she saw Laura's face.  "May I come in and
speak with you for a moment?"

   "Look, honey," Laura replied, as politely as she could.  "I'm sure your
cosmetics are very nice, but I already have a brand I like and I really
don't need..."

   "Oh..." Dana interrupted, "I'm not selling Avon or anything like that,
although, come to think of it, I probably could.  I just need to talk to
you."

   "Listen, Miss, I appreciate that you're trying to make a buck and all,
and with your looks I'm sure you'll do quite well.  But I really don't
need..."

   "Listen, I'm someone you know.  Someone you know very well.  I need your
help."

   "I don't recognize you."

   "There's a good reason for that.  I've...changed...since the last time
you saw me.  Let me in and I'll explain everything," the gorgeous cover
girl said.

   "Not until I know who you are."

   She realized she had no choice but to begin her explanation where she
stood.  "Laura...this'll be hard for you to believe, but I'm Dana."

   Laura stared for a moment, smiling.  "Dana who?"

   "Dana, Laura.  Your Dana." She paused, knowing her words sounded like
nonsense.  "While I was away this past year...I had a sex change.  Like
Joey did.  I'm a woman, now."

   Laura stifled a laugh.

   "Yeah, right.  Look, honey...my Dana's the original Mr.  Macho."

   "Laura..."

   "He put you up to this, right?  My, Dana, what big tits and a tight
pussy you have...all the better to fuck you with, right?  Well, tell him
it's not very funny of him to make fun of Joanna this way..."

   "Laura!" Dana insisted.  "Look into my eyes.  It's me."

   She peered hard and deep beyond thick, perfectly-applied mascara and
eyeliner and into the woman's dark, crystalline eyes.  "Well...you do kind
of resemble Dana, in a way.  You're his sister, right?" she asked, testing
the girl.

   "I don't have a sister.  You know that."

   "Look, no sex change could result in you.  There isn't enough silicone
in the world to make tits like those.  Besides, you look too young.  Dana's
at least ten years older than you are...you're about my age."

   Dana went to Plan B.  "Remember the shoe store?  Remember that day in
the back room when we..." She quieted into a whisper.  "...when we fucked
right there, during rush hour, with the manager pounding on the door?"

   Laura's face showed amazement.

   "Remember 'oooooh, Dana!  Harder...faster..." Remember?  And after you
came, you asked me to lick the come from the insides of your thighs
because, quote, "my old boyfriend did it once and it felt all tingly."

   She was surprised to hear that story coming from the woman.  "Dana would
never have told anybody about that!"

   Dana played her last card, desperate to make her believe.  "And, the
rest of that day, I teased you by calling you 'Flo' because I saw that you
have a little birthmark next to your pussy that's shaped like Florida..."

   A look of shocked realization crossed her face and she closed the door,
unlocking the chain.  The door immediately reopened, and Laura ushered the
pretty lady quickly inside.

   "My God...I can't believe it...it is you, isn't it?!  Dear, merciful..."

   She was breathlessly stunned.  "Dana!  I never even knew you wanted to
be a woman!  I never would have guessed!  What made you decide to do it? 
Seeing how well Joanna turned out?" Laura suddenly had a million questions
to ask.

   She gestured into the living room and toward the plush, white sofa, and
both ladies took a seat.  Dana crossed her legs sexily and set her purse on
the cushion beside her.

   "Even the way you sit..." Laura took one of Dana's hands and closely
inspected her nails.  "They're so pretty...I can't grow mine this long. 
Oh, Dana...I'm so jealous!  You're so...so...  beautiful!  I would never
have believed that any man could have become a woman and turn out so
purely...sexy!"

   Dana smiled her perfect smile, and it stole Laura's breath away.  "It's
a real kick, ain't it?"

   "Damn!  You're the most attractive woman I've ever seen!  When you
smile, it makes me want to fuck you!  No man has a chance!"

   Laura was excited and amazed all at once.

   She went on, playfully slapping the woman on the arm.  "I just can't get
over it!  Your plastic surgeon must be a magician...you look twenty-three
or twenty-four.  My age!  You're gorgeous!  I hate you!" she teased.

   Unable to sit still or take her eyes off of the lady, Laura paced
excitedly before the woman her boyfriend had become.

   "I can't wait until Joanna sees you!  She'll love the new you!  I do!"

   "I hoped you would," Dana admitted, stroking her pantyhose-covered
thigh. "To be honest, I like this body a hell of a lot better than the one
I had before.  It feels just wonderful." She lightly stroked the top of her
right breast.  "These are really fun...really nice.  The way they move is
just...ohhh."

   Laura smiled.  "I know, honey, believe me...I know." Her eyes were
afire. "How long have you been female, Dana?  I haven't seen you for about
a year...I knew your sales job took you all over the country, but I figured
you'd dumped me and I'd never see you again."

   "Here I am," Dana seductively said, sexily spreading her arms across the
back of the couch.  Her deep cleavage spoke sensuously.  "The new me. 
Disappointed?  Did you like the old me better?"

   Laura gazed at Dana's lovely face with its flawless complexion. 
"Never," she said in a loud, breathy whisper.

   "I was...reborn...about three months ago, actually.  I came home
afterward and pulled all the money out of my checking account. 
Fortunately, since 'Dana Lee Parker' sounds like a girl's name, the lady
teller at the bank just made sure my signature matched before giving me my
money."

   "Did you quit your job?"

   "Of course.  I couldn't just walk in on my boss with this body...even if
I had, I'd have had to reapply as a different person and settle for a job
as a secretary, which is the only position any woman's ever gotten with
that company.  Hmmm..." Dana paused, an image filling her mind's eye.  "You
know, I bet that horny bastard Ferguson would have hired me as his
secretary.  I know he was screwing Sherri Conalee before she left the
company.  Every day, during lunch.  I'm sure I'd have gotten what she was
getting."

   "Is this 'Ferguson' a hunk?"

   "You know, now that I think about it with a woman's eye, yes, he was..."

   "Doesn't sound so bad to me."

   "No...it doesn't, does it?  What was I thinking?" Dana sighed, picturing
herself naked from the waist down, bent over the man's desk with him
pumping away behind her -

   She took a deep breath.  "Anyway, I got out of New Jersey and got an
apartment a mile or so from here.  I chose a new name and started a new
life, with a new driver's license and everything.  I love writing that
little 'F' in the 'sex' box."

   "New name?  What is it?"

   "Veronica Kimberly Laine.  I guess Kim or Ronni, for short.  I'm so used
to the name, it seems like I've always had it."

   "That's pretty," Laura agreed.  "It suits you.  But since Dana is a
girl's name, too..."

   "I needed to lose the old me as much as possible...I'm trying not to be
found by someone.  It's really complicated." Dana spotted the portrait of
the pre-surgery Joey on the wall, his shiny blond hair, smiling pink lips
and sparkling eyes radiating pure femininity.  "How is Joanna doing?"

   "She's fine," Laura proudly answered.  "She and her husband adopted a
baby a few months back, so she's been a busy Mommy."

   "I'm looking forward to that myself," Dana admitted.

   "Marriage, or babies?"

   "Both."

   "Well," Laura said, not pressing the point, "tell me all about life as a
woman, honey!  Don't leave anything out!  So you've had the final surgery?"

   "I have everything you have.  Everything.  I can even get
pregnant...I've had my period twice, now, and it should be starting again
sometime next week."

   "No!  Really?  Wow!  I mean, they gave Joey really nice tits and a
perfect little pussy, but they couldn't give him any of the plumbing.  Was
this an experimental thing or something?  Who did your surgery?"

   "I'll tell you what happened...but you won't believe it.  If it hadn't
happened to me, I wouldn't have believed it in a million years."

   "Dana, I mean, Veronica...the proof is right before me!  I have to
believe you!"

   She paused.  "Okay.  I didn't have a surgeon, plastic or otherwise, and
I don't just look twenty-four.  I am twenty-four, and a woman, and I have a
monthly period just like you do and I constantly want men between my legs
and if I'm not careful I can get pregnant..."

   "Just like you'd been born a girl...?"

   "I was born a girl.  Three months ago.  I went in for a full examination
last week, just to really get a grip on this body, you know?  Never in my
life thought I'd have a gynocologist.  Anyway, I had the works.  Blood
tests, pap smear, mammograms, everything.  I even had them do a DNA test."

   "And?"

   "I'm happy to report that I'm a perfectly healthy woman in every way. 
My chromosomes are XX, now.  Same as you or any woman.  As you said...like
I'd been born a girl."

   For an hour and a half, Veronica fully described what had befallen her,
in libido-stirring detail.  Laura sat wide-eyed, holding Veronica's pretty
hands, listening to every syllable the woman uttered.

   "I can't believe it,,," Laura slowly said.  "Do you realize how
incredibly lucky you are?  To be freed from the shackles of being a man,"
-- she spoke the word as if it were repulsive -- "to awaken to spread your
wings and find yourself such a beautiful butterfly of a woman...it's all so
romantic!  That's why I helped Joanna the way I did...I helped her
become...complete."

   "You sound like you hate men," Veronica commented.

   "Oh, no, I don't hate them," Laura said.  "I'd just hate being one.  I
guess I feel sorry for them, more than anything else."

   "Me, too...poor things.  They aren't women!" Laura laughed.  "Like us."

   Laura wanted the juicy details.  "You said you got laid by a couple of
men...you've had it both ways now.  Which is better?  Sex as a man, or as a
woman?"

   Veronica leaned her head back, eyes closed, relishing the memory.  A
smile crossed her pretty lips.  "It was...the most incredible experience of
my life.  I always liked fucking girls...liked it a lot...but I absolutely
love having a man pumping away inside me."

   She paused, feeling herself growing wet at the mere thought. 
"Especially when I'm on my hands and knees...with him behind me...with my
tits hanging and bouncing free...oooooh!" She smiled widely.  "Believe
me...you're not missing a thing."

   "Of course," Laura agreed.  "Had to be."

   Dana paused, searching for words.  "I have to have sex.  I'm constantly
masturbating.  Seems that a side effect of my 'transformation' is that I'm
something of a nymphomaniac.  I'm the horniest woman I ever saw."

   "I want to see, Veronica.  Show me your new body." Laura began to strip
off her own clothes.  "You've seen my tits and my pussy...show me yours. 
Please?"

   Veronica smiled, then reached down and removed her high-heels and stood
to let Laura unzip her tight dress.  It fell to the floor, leaving Veronica
in her bra, panties, and pantyhose.

   "We're the same height, now," Laura observed, looking Veronica in the
eye.  "Probably about the same weight, too.  I bet you could wear my
things. It's...it's incredible!  You're absolutely gorgeous!  It's so hard
to believe you used to be Dana..."

   "Believe it," the voluptuous woman said.  "But Dana's gone now. 
Veronica's here, and she wants to live life as a woman to the max."

   As Veronica had expected, the liberal-minded Laura loved the fact that
her boyfriend had become a woman like herself, and such an exceptional one,
for it opened all kinds of new sexual possibilities.  Laura reached out to
touch Veronica's soft flesh and began to gently explore the new woman's
enormous-yet-firm breasts and nipples with her fingertips.

   "So, they're real?  No implants?"

   "They're very real.  It's all me.  And, like I said, everything works.
When the time comes, I'll make milk like a dairy."

   "What are your measurements?"

   "42-24-36.  My bra's a DD."

   "You're so lucky," Laura envied, cradling her own breasts.  "I'm only a
C-cup."

   "You're beautiful, Laura," Veronica sincerely assured her.  "Don't put
yourself down, not even any part of you." She reached out to touch Laura.
"I'd forgotten how nice you felt," Veronica softly spoke.  "How soft and
warm you felt next to me."

   The two women stood for a few moments, enjoying each other's feminine
perfumes and touching each other's soft, supple curves.

   Laura's curiosity continued to grow.  She lightly stroked the outer
sides of Veronica's breasts, whispering gently.  "You've never made love to
another woman?  Since becoming one yourself?"

   "No," the lovely girl answered.  "I've had the two men, but not a woman.
Not yet."

   Laura stroked Veronica's soft shoulders, running her hands beneath the
woman's shiny hair.  She peered into the now-sultry eyes.

   "Let me be the first, Veronica," Laura almost begged, stepping closer
until the warmth of their breasts pressed into a common, rising heat.  "I
still want you," the girl whispered as their nipples pressed softly
together.  "Even now.  Especially now."

   Laura leaned forward and tickled her lips side-to-side against
Veronica's.  She soaked in Veronica's soft, feminine aura.  "You're like
some kind of...goddess."

   Veronica's breathing became heavier as her heart beat faster.  She
peered deeply into Laura's gorgeous eyes and remembered the last time she
had gone to bed with the woman.  Then, the man Dana had been the aggressor
-- now, Laura had taken control and Veronica yielded passively to the
woman's desires.  Laura kissed Veronica gently and passionately, stroking
her softness as she lovingly moved her tongue within Veronica's mouth.

   Pulling back to lightly kiss Veronica's upper and lower lips in turn,
she whispered in barely-audible, seductive words.  "I still love you."

   They lay side-by-side in Laura's bed, exploring each other's supple
bodies as they never could before.

   Laura felt closer to Veronica than she ever had, passionately loving
this stunningly beautiful woman who had once been her man.  Veronica
quickly realized that making love to Laura as another woman was far more
erotic and wondrous than anything he had felt in her bed as a man.  With
the expert knowledge of exactly what a woman wants to feel, Laura laid
between Veronica's thighs and pressed her tongue into the woman's ready
vagina.  She thrust with deep oral strokes into the wet tunnel and licked
circles against the woman's hot clitoris.  Slowly, gently, without rushing,
Laura orally caressed her lover's pussy and spent twenty minutes giving the
girl sexual pleasures she had never known.

   Veronica moaned deeply and massaged her own breasts as the woman
continued, kneading them in her soft hands and rolling her nipples between
her fingers.  Pulling them up to her mouth, Veronica licked and sucked her
own hard nipples and moaned her lover's name.

   "Ooooooh, Laura," she breathily whispered.  "Lick my
pussy...yes...that's it...oooooooh....."

   She reached down between her legs and caressed Laura's hair, squeezing
her own huge breasts together between her soft, upper arms.  She felt her
abdomenal muscles tense and become rigid, and her eyes closed tight as a
warm sea of orgasmic pleasure swept over her.  The steaming flood that
poured from her fulfilled vagina wetted both Laura's face and the
bedsheets.

   Part Six Working Girl

   As the weeks passed, Laura began to have a hard time picturing the man
Veronica had once been.

   The woman was just so -- female.  Veronica's body language had become
utterly proper for a young woman, her every gesture that of any
twenty-four-year-old girl.  Her every inflection, her tone of voice and
even her excited squeals were perfectly suited to a girl her age.

   As Laura watched, seeing Veronica primping before the mirror and showing
the daily concerns of a young woman quickly became totally natural.  She
kept her makeup immaculately precise and was careful never to break one of
her long, polished nails.

   Veronica was totally comfortable wearing her bras and panties and
sleeping in the sheer nighties she had bought for herself.

   She spent so much time at Laura's place she practically lived there,
learning some of the subtleties of life as a girl.  They did each other's
nails and talked about men.  They did each other's hair and talked about
clothes.  Laura showed Veronica the advantages of using tampons instead of
pads during her period, and even taught her how to insert them.

   Laura had begun a job at a bridal shop, taking photos of dresses for
their catalog.  One weekend, she was running late on a deadline and the
arranged model had cancelled on her.  Veronica came home from running some
errands to find Laura pouting, pouring over the yellow pages.

   "What's the matter?" Veronica asked.

   Laura smiled and hung up the phone.  She asked a favor of her friend. 
"Veronica, I need you to pose for me.  I brought a dress home, and I need
to get a picture of it.  Will you try it on?"

   "Sure," Veronica agreed, wanting to show her gratitude.  "Where is it?"

   "On my bed.  Come out to the garage studio when you're ready."

   For the next ten minutes, Laura set up her lightstands and reflectors.
The sound of rustling satin came closer -- Laura looked toward the doorway
and stood in surprised awe.  Veronica walked slowly closer, wearing a
beautiful and very intricate wedding dress that fit like a glove and
featured a sheer veil that Veronica had swept back.  Sheer lace framed her
delicate wrists.

   Her milky cleavage overflowed the base of the dress' low neckline, and
she wore a pearl necklace that matched the beading across the dress.  She
carried a bridal bouquet before her.  Her pearlescent white pumps clicked
against the hard floor.

   "Lovely," Laura said, subtle tears in her eyes.  "Oh, doll...what a
bride you'll be...!"

   "I love this..." Veronica smiled.  "Can I keep it?"

   Laura laughed a little.  "No...but when you get married, I'll use my
employee discount for you." The lovely bride posed against Laura's floral
background, blushing as if it were her own wedding day.

   After stripping out of the expensive white dress, Veronica looked along
the vast collection of clothes in Laura's closet.  "Can I wear your blue
dress today?" Veronica asked Laura, holding it up before her.  "I think
it'll be good for job hunting."

   "Sure, honey," Laura agreed, doing her makeup before the lighted mirror.
"I'm going to the beach with Kyle today, so I don't think I'll need it."

   "He's so cute," Veronica chimed.  "You're so lucky..."

   "With your looks, you won't be solo for long.  Oh...don't forget the
shoes that go with that dress...I had them specially dyed to match.  Do you
like four-inch heels?"

   "No problem, hon.  High-heels and I get along just fine."

   Laura had to head out to meet her boyfriend right away, for she had
overslept and was running late.  "Good luck, honey.  Hope you find a job
you like."

   "Thanks, Laura," Veronica said, still picturing herself as a bride. 
"See you when you get home."

   "Oh, I forgot to tell you," Laura began, picking up her purse.  "If you
could hang around here for an hour or so, a repairman is supposed to come
by to fix the dishwasher.  Since it's still under warranty, they won't
charge you anything."

   Laura left.

   Veronica turned on the television, still wearing only her slinky satin
robe.  She lightly fingered her vagina, picturing herself in bed with Kyle
and Laura.  After a few minutes, she rose and went to the vanity to do her
makeup.

   Just as she finished and was closing her lipstick tube, the doorbell
rang.  Veronica rose, went to the front door, and opened it wide to find a
young man in his early twenties.  He was wearing a repairman's outfit and
was well-built and attractive.

   "I...was sent to fix a dishwasher," he began.  Veronica noticed at once
that the boy was aroused by her great beauty.  A bulge began to grow in his
pants.  Veronica smiled, still feeling more than a little horny herself.

   "Come in," she said in a sultry, breathy voice that dripped raw female
sex.  "I'll show you..." He followed the woman's fluid hips into the living
room, where she pointed toward the kitchen, showing off her long nails. 
"In there," Veronica said, smiling.  "To service me, you'll need the right
tool.  I hope you brought it."

   The young repairman held up his toolbox.  "Right here," he said, not
missing the woman's innuendo.  "I'll get right on it." He began his work.
Veronica walked into the bedroom, the boy watching each wiggle and curve of
every step she took.  About ten minutes passed.  The repairman, bending
over the pulled dishwasher, felt hands on his back.  He turned to see
Veronica, dressed only in an impossibly sheer teddy, rubbing his shoulders.
He could see her full breasts and erect nipples clearly beneath the black
mist she wore.

   "Fuck me," she lustfully invited.  "Right here on the floor...fuck me!"
He leaned toward her glossy lips.  They kissed, their tongues swirling
around each other's.  In moments, Veronica had unfastened the young man's
belt and removed his pants.  She stripped him of his underwear, exposing
his straining, young erection to the cool air.

   "My...what a lovely tool you have.  You know where I need a little
adjustment, don't you?" In reply, he reached down and fingered her
clitoris. "That's right, honey...lie down and let Mama do the work."

   Veronica guided him down onto the thick, plush carpeting.  She reached
over, pulled a small cushion from the couch and put it beneath his head. 
Veronica then straddled him, suspended over his hips, balancing on her
high-heels as she squatted with her legs spread wide.

   Mmmmm...it's so big," she said, holding his hard, rigid penis upright
beneath her.  "You must be very proud." He smiled.  She positioned the head
of his cock at the wet, ready entrance to her pussy, then slowly let her
weight impale her upon it until he was completely buried within her.  The
boy closed his eyes as the pleasure of her hot wetness engulfed him.  Her
tight pussy felt so good around his cock -- he reached up to squeeze her
tits.

   Slowly, squatting on his hard erection with her knees bent and her
high-heels squarely on the floor, the woman began to bounce up and down,
riding his shaft.  Her body touched his nowhere but at the wet, fevered
point where his cock penetrated her.  "What's your name?" she asked,
enjoying having his young penis inside her.

   "Uh...Lance."

   "Relax, Lance.  Let Veronica do everything." After a few minutes she
leaned forward, changing to a hands-and-knees position.  She rode him a
little harder, positioning her tits so they hung down against his face. 
Lance gripped her smooth buttocks, helping her slide up and down on his
cock.  Deciding to add a sex game to their lovemaking, Veronica spoke as
Lance took her bouncing nipples, one then the other, into his mouth.  He
sucked them like a baby.

   "Oh, yes, honey...suck Mama's tits...that's right..." Veronica loved the
feeling, pretending that the mouth suckling her hard, erect nipples was
that of a nursing child.  "Yes...Mama's big tits are just for you...suck,
baby...Mama likes it when you suck her big tits..."

   He breathed heavily through his nose, his mouth buried under the huge
mounds of soft, feminine tissue.  A touch of five o'clock shadow tickled
Veronica's areolas.  Her perfume filled Lance's nostrils.  After a few
minutes, Veronica sat upright and leaned her head back.  She rode harder,
feeling him rhythmically tense his hips beneath her as if to pump deeper
into her pussy.  He gripped her waist, firmly pressing her down at the
bottom of each stroke of her ride.

   "Yes, baby...fuck Mama!  That's right...it's so good...fuck Mama
hard...yes baby...fuck Mama...!"

   Veronica felt an orgasm swelling within her, faster this time than
before.  Lance reached up and took her breasts in his hands, lovingly
caressing their supple, velvety softness.  They bounced in his hands.  The
young man felt a strange, wonderful feeling begin to swell deep inside him,
and he began to moan.

   Veronica knew she was about to come.  It had only been five or six
minutes -- she wondered why she was climaxing so quickly.  In seconds her
orgasm peaked, and once again she flooded a man's crotch with her hot,
slippery come.  The orgasm seemed to last longer than her others had, and
Veronica clutched her tits and bit her lip as she came.  -

   Then, without warning, Lance's eyes slammed shut.  Veronica felt the
stiff cock spasm as a flood of warmth filled her abdomen.  Lance held his
breath.  He's coming inside me!  Climb off - Veronica's reason warned her
that Lance was not wearing a condom, but she knew it was already too late.
Her passion silently screamed, Come on!  Come inside Mama's hot pussy!  I
want to feel your hot come inside me!

   The boy came and came and came.  After a few moments, his steaming load
was delivered.

   As his cock shrank, the young man began to breathe more normally.  Once
again, he sucked Veronica's nipples, and she stroked his hair as he did so.
Veronica smiled wide and repeatedly kissed Lance, softly and all over his
face.

   "That was wonderful, honey.  You fucked Mama so good..."

   Lance couldn't believe that he had had sex with this naked woman right
there in her own home, during a service call.  Still locked together in
sexual intercourse with his diminishing penis still inside her, he had felt
for the first time what his girlfriend had always denied him.

   "That was great, Veronica...I never...I mean, this was the first..."

   "You were a virgin?" Veronica asked.

   "Was..."

   "How old are you?"

   "Twenty-two." She kissed him, full and long.  "Well, Lance, I'm honored
to have made you a man."

   His cock had diminished to normal, now, and Veronica climbed off of the
boy and stood up.  Lance's semen began to drain from her vagina and run
down the inside of her thighs.  Seeing the residual come on his cock, she
knelt beside him and took the flaccid organ into her mouth.  Veronica
licked and sucked it clean like an expert.

   "There, now.  All clean," she smiled, standing.

   "What if you get pregnant?"

   "I won't."

   His come still felt warm inside her as he finished his work on the
dishwasher and left, departing with a deep, final kiss.  Veronica loved
that she was a woman carrying a man's seed within her.  Only after he had
left did she douche, reluctantly cleansing her vaginal passage of his
semen. She found herself wanting to be pregnant.

   That afternoon, Veronica dressed in her sexiest business suit and blouse
and, by showing the right person the right amount of thigh and cleavage,
got the job she had hoped for.

   She became Ferguson's gorgeous secretary, working next to the office she
had once had as a man.  Like all secretaries, she answered her boss' phone
and arranged his daily meeting schedule.  She took his dictation and typed
his letters.  And each day, at lunch when the building was all but
abandoned, she went into the ladies' room and removed her bra and panties,
readying herself for her favorite task.

   Every day at twelve forty-five, like clockwork, Ferguson returned from
having lunch with his wife and took Veronica into his office.  As she
dropped her skirt, he locked the door.  Veronica then worked hard to
satisfy her handsome administrator.

   Veronica first sucked his penis to erection.  Once he was long and hard,
she then climbed naked onto his desk and positioned herself on hands and
knees for him, begging in a brainless blonde bimbo voice for him to fuck
her.  She enjoyed their game, and they played it every day.

   "Ohhh, please, Mr.  Ferguson...please fuck me with your big cock..."

   "Anything you want, baby..." He stood behind her and drove his huge cock
deep into her warm, wet pussy.  "Do you like that?" he asked, fucking her
doggie style, his hips slapping into her ass.

   "Ooooooh, Mr.  Ferguson...it feels go big in my little pussy..." she
spoke with an I.Q.  of ten.  "Oh, play with my titties, Mr.  Ferguson..."

   He reached around her and played with her hanging tits as he fucked her
madly from behind, first on the desk and then on the floor.  The girl's
little Jayne Mansfield voice made him still hotter.

   "Ohhhhh...it feels so scrumptious, Mr.  Ferguson..." She begged for him
to continue until, finally, the man reached orgasm and filled the condom he
wore with steaming semen.

   "Will that be all, Mr.  Ferguson?" Veronica brainlessly asked each day
as she removed his filled condom from his diminished penis, sucked the
semen from inside it, licked her lips and then sucked his penis clean. 
"Mmmmmm...like candy," she moaned.  Then, dressed once more, she left his
office and returned to her desk.

   "Thank you, Miss Laine," her boss always responded.  "And get my wife on
the phone, will you?"

   "Yes, sir," the obedient woman replied, dialing the number with a pencil
in order to protect her long nails.  Then, to the unsuspecting wife of her
virile boss, she said in her normal, intelligent manner, "Hi, Mrs. 
Ferguson.  This is Veronica at the office.  One moment, while I connect you
with Mr.  Ferguson..."

   Even as she spoke, she smiled, still able to taste the long, hard cock
of the woman's husband.  She wanted so much to brag -- I just thought you'd
like to know that your husband just fucked me, and he fucks me every day!
And every day I suck his long, hard cock and swallow his come and I love it
--

   After working at her new job for a month and a half, Veronica had
joyfully allowed her boss to fuck her almost fifty times.  Then, when her
period did not come one month, Veronica panicked.  I can't have a married
man's baby!

   A home test revealed the verdict.  Veronica was pregnant.

   "Are you sure it's your boss' baby?" Laura asked, trying to help
Veronica sort things out.

   "He's the only man I've fucked in months.  And we've done it a hundred
times.  He always wore a condom, though...this wasn't supposed to happen."

   "You're sure he's the only one?"

   "Yes, Laura, I'm sure that he's..." Veronica paused.

   There was one man I fucked without protection, and only one -- "Lance!"
Veronica cried.  "It's his baby!  It has to be!"

   "Who's Lance?"

   She told Laura of that morning when the repairman had paid a visit.  Not
only had Veronica made Lance a man that day, she had also made him a
father.

   Laura grinned, amazed.  "You horny little bitch," she teased.

   "What do I do?  I want the baby."

   "Well, you could marry him.  I don't think you'd want the pressure of
trying to raise a baby alone...besides, every kid deserves a dad."

   Veronica thought long and hard about that.

   Part Seven Wife and Mother

   Finally, after three days, she made a decision.  Veronica went down to
the department store where Lance worked and located the service department.
Lance was working the counter and he saw her coming toward him.  His heart
raced as he caught the sweet scent of her perfume; he had not gotten her
out of his mind since the first time he had seen her the day of the service
call.

   "Hi...hi, Veronica," he nervously said.  "It's great to see you again.
I've...missed you.  What brings you down here?  Can I help you with
something?"

   "Actually, Lance," she began, "only you can help me.  Can you take a
break or something, so we can talk?"

   They found a private place.  Lance revealed that he and his girlfriend
had broken up, for she had fallen for a guy who had transferred into her
office.

   "I'm sorry she did that to you, in one way.  Actually, though, I'm
glad."

   "You are?"

   "Lance..." Veronica began, the words difficult.  "Remember that day at
my house?"

   "How could I forget?  Veronica, you're the most beautiful, wonderful
girl I've ever..."

   "Lance...I'm having a baby.  Your baby."

   He was stunned for a moment.  "You sure?"

   Veronica smiled.  The lovliness of her smile melted Lance's heart. 
"Yes, Lance, I'm quite sure."

   Lance sat quietly for a moment, contemplating her words.  Being an
old-fashioned guy, he could come to only one decision.  He dropped to one
knee before the beautiful woman, his heart pounding.  Taking the woman's
hand, Lance broke out in a cold sweat.

   "Veronica...will you marry me?  I want to help you raise our child.  And
I've been in love with you since the first time I laid eyes on you."

   Veronica smiled anew.  Marriage was what she had also decided upon. 
"Yes, Lance.  I will marry you.  I was hoping you'd ask.  And call me Kim."

   Lance leapt to his feet, excitement supercharging his body.  The woman
of his dreams would be his.  They kissed and Lance held the woman tight. 
She returned the embrace, eyes closed, running her hands up and down along
the hardness of his muscular back.

   "I love you, Kim."

   "I love you, too," she said, meaning every syllable.

   Veronica got married in Laura's wedding dress, the same one she had
tried on that day, which the woman had given her as a wedding present. 
Laura was her maid of honor.  Veronica and Lance honeymooned in the
Bahamas, another gift from Laura.  Their first night of wild, passionate,
married sex would have been one for the record books had records of such
gymnastics been kept.  There was no sexual position they did not try, no
bodily fluid they did not taste.  Their flesh melded as one, husband and
wife, and their kisses were loving and long.

   Only months after the end of her existence as a middle-aged man,
Veronica began a wonderfully rich life as a young, happily married wife and
mother.  She never heard from the madam again, although, if she had, she
would have thanked the lady for making her a woman and rescuing her from
her dreary life as a man.

   Her whole life was before her.

   One day, when her children had grown up and moved away, she would become
a grandmother.  She looked forward to that.

   Veronica's daughter, Dana, was born seven months later.  And the baby
had her mother's eyes.