The standard disclaimer applies! I did not write this story, but it is one of the best TG stories around!
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 broth el 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 a nd 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, he re -- 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 be tween 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 thousan d 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 pleasur e 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 -- fift een 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 ti me 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 mai l 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 h e 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 unrel iable. 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 th e 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 mor e 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 o f 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 accom plishment. 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 weig ht 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 sa w 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, h airless 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 magazin es. 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, witho ut 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 perf ectly 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 brea k 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 realiz ed 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 con tinued 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 dr eaming!" 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 o f 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 fingerti ps 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 h is 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 fa miliar 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, n ot 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 pause d 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 s at there on the foot of the bed, struggling in vain to make some sense ofr 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 massag ed 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 pun ctuated the incredible sensation he was feeling, exciting his pussy beyond control. With his left hand, hething became sharper, louder, more rhythmic. As he continued to finger his pussy, Dana realized that a woman's lustful moan was sounding in his thro at. 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 a loud.
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 d ream. 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 relentl ess 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 we re 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 ly ing 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 gir l 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 o f 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 h er 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 eveni ngs 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 succ essful 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, fe 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 v oice 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 wa s 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 loos e 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 l ittle 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, femuld ask questions and the two of them could enjoy the day doing the things yo ung 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.' Lau ra 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 'th 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 h 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, know ing 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 h is 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 an d 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 th e 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 h is 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, actu ally 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 wi th 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 b ack 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 shoe s 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, shin y 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 fac e 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 wais tband 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 o ut 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 mo uth.
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 mattr ess 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 exc ited 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 his 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 hea d pressed against Dana's vaginal lips teasingly. "Ready, baby?" the man asked softly.
The woman lied there, hugging the pillow beneath his head with both arms. The weight of his breasts against his 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 h 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 aga in 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 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," D ana 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 cl eavage. 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 heft ing 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 pointe r 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 fa r 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 stri p, 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 hel d 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, se ated 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 havi ng 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 excitin g. 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, wrapp ed 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 w hose 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 woma n 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 t hat 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 he r 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 ro se 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-di stress. "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 yo u 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 lip stick 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 honey moon 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?" t he cab driver asked as the man was still getting in.
"Theappened 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 w?"
"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 incredib ly 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 t he 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 growin g 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."
D ana 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 n ew 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, leavi ng 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 h er 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 nipp les 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 34 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 s oft shoulders, running her hands beneath the woman's shiny hair. She peered into the now-sultry eyes.
"Let me be the first, Kim," 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, sh e 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 stunni ngly 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 c aressed 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 h ad 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 squeal were perfectly suited to a girl her age.
As Laura watched, seeing Veronica primpi ng 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 bra s 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. Th ey 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 the ir 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 s miled and hung up the phone. She asked a favor of her friend.
"Kim, 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, 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?"
"Ac tually, 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 h er 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 leap t 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 Lan ce 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 t hey 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 moth er. She never heard from the madam again, although, if the 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 a way, 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.
~p{d by her great beauty. A bulge began to grow in his pants. Veronica smiled, s till 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 h er long nails. "In there," Veronica said, smiling. "To service me, you'll need