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Gemini, The
by Cherysse St. Claire (address withheld)
***
A guy who likes to fuck anything in skirts gets his
just desserts. (tg)
***
"Let me see if I have this straight," Janice retorted
angrily.
"You had sex with one of my patients?"
"I didn't know he - she - was one of your patients," I
argued.
As mistakes go, this one was a real winner. Janice, my
wife, is a Doctor of Clinical Psychiatry. Aside from
her thriving private practice, she is the director of
the Leto Clinic, the best-known facility for the
counseling and treatment of gender dysphoria. The
clinic was her baby from the start.
Instead of the helter-skelter approach that had been
the norm, Janice combined all the services - group
therapy, individual analysis, endocrinology, and
surgical facilities - under one roof. She handles
referrals from all over the world, ranging from men who
just like to wear their wives' panties to gender-
reassignments. Her world and mine, as a commodities
trader, had never collided - until now.
"Oh, well, that makes it all right! As long as you were
blissfully ignorant of my professional relationship
with her, I shouldn't worry about little details like
`fidelity' or `marriage vows'," she replied
sarcastically. "So, if you didn't know Jade was a
patient of mine, exactly how did the two of you happen
to wind up together?"
"I met her at Tush Street."
"Tush Street! That place is notorious as a pick-up
joint for transsexual hookers! What were you doing
there in the first place?"
"Because I didn't want to spend another evening alone!
I hardly ever see you anymore; you are either at your
office or in the clinic. You talk about your `girls' as
though they were your children. If I see you at all,
I'm lucky to get a peck on the cheek. I wanted to do
something different tonight, preferably with a real
live person.
I had never met a transsexual before, let alone one of
your `girls'. I wanted to meet one, talk to her, just
get to know her. I had heard a lot of TS's went there,
so I checked it out. Jade was there. She was beautiful.
I was attracted. We talked. We had a couple of drinks.
She propositioned me. In a moment of weakness, I said
`yes'. Neither one of us mentioned you or the clinic.
How was I to know she was one of your patients?"
"Hold the phone, Buster," Janice snorted. "She
propositioned you? You KNEW she was hooking, and you
said YES? You mean, YOU PAID FOR IT?" She closed her
eyes, groaned, and slapped her forehead. When she
looked at me again, her eyes blazed.
"Well, Richard, you had a busy night last night. Not
only did you destroy my trust in you; you managed to
undo six months of delicate psychotherapy. Since you
want so much to know more about my `girls', I will tell
you. Jade is my most difficult case. She seemed like an
ideal candidate for SRS, and she has no problems
functioning as a woman - except one.
"She has a compulsive need to be loved. She hid, until
after her surgery, the fact that she had been abandoned
as a child by both her father AND mother. If I had
known beforehand, I would have delayed the operation
and done more extensive therapy. She probably realized
that. Her compulsion manifests itself by driving her to
hook. Unlike other transsexual hookers, Jade doesn't do
it for the money; it doesn't really interest her. The
money, and the false sense of self-worth it engenders,
fuels her self-destructive desire to be `wanted' by
someone - anyone.
"I thought I had finally straightened her out and
convinced her to stay off the streets. I don't even
know why she went back to that place; old habits, I
guess. And then, here comes Good Old Richard, with hard
cash and a hard-on. That was just like giving Smack to
a junkie. Now, she's `hooked' again, in more ways than
one. It will take me months to get her back to where
she was, if she comes back to the clinic at all! I have
been trying to reach her all day. She missed her
regular appointment this morning. She's probably out
hustling right now. I have some of the other girls out
looking for her. Thanks a lot. You can sleep on the
couch tonight."
I felt a lot smaller than my usual 5'8" and 145 lbs. I
lay awake on the couch for hours in the dark, trying to
think up some way to make amends to Janice, whom I
really did love. I finally drifted off into a troubled
sleep. I awoke with a start; at what time, I couldn't
guess. Several pairs of strong hands were holding me
down, preventing me from moving. Just as I was about to
cry out for Janice, a cloth was clamped over my mouth
and nose; a cloth that had a pungent, penetrating odor.
In a few seconds, I saw stars - then, nothing.
I regained consciousness, sort of, and tried to take
stock of where I was and what had happened to me. Was
it still dark outside, or was it just me? I was
lethargic, disoriented; unable to summon up enough
resolve to get up. I slowly scanned my environment, and
through the fog surrounding my brain, I deduced that I
was in some sort of hospital room.
There was an IV stand next to the bed; the bottle
hanging from the rack was connected by a long tube to a
needle stuck in my arm. The clinic? No; why would I be
there? I focused on voices speaking right outside the
open door. I couldn't quite make out the conversation,
but I thought I heard the word `Gemini'. Then two women
in long white doctor's coats entered the room. One
beamed radiantly at me. JANICE! I was completely lost;
what was going on? I tried to speak, but could barely
make a sound.
"Good morning, Richard! Don't try to move or speak; you
are sedated. Just lie there like a good boy. This is
Dr. Collins, my Chief of Surgery. I am really
disappointed in you, Richard. You betrayed my trust in
you. That hurt. That hurt a lot. I suppose I SHOULD be
flattered that you were attracted to Jade; she is my
best work to date. Or, at least she was, until you
screwed her up again. I thought about it after I went
to bed last night, and the more I dwelled on it, the
angrier I got. So I made a few phone calls. One nice
thing about being Director here is that the entire
staff is intensely loyal to me.
"They all turned out in the middle of the night to help
me set up a little surprise - just for you! Since you
expressed your attraction to my `girls', and you seem
to prefer their company to mine, I thought you might
like to become one of them. Usually, that process takes
a couple of years, with psychological screening,
counseling, slow, methodical hormone therapy, breast
implants, plastic surgery, right up to the blessed
event itself - The Sex Change!
"For you, Sweetheart, I am going to cut through all the
red tape. We are going to concentrate the efforts of
all our departments to help you make your transition as
quickly as possible, and I am going to see to it
PERSONALLY that you are psychologically prepared for
your new role - AS A WOMAN! So, you just relax, and let
me take care of everything. See you soon, Sweetie!"
She turned a dial on the IV bottle, and before I could
make even a feeble protest, everything went black.
A long time passed. Days? Weeks? I couldn't tell; it
seemed like an eternity. I had been sedated the entire
time, drifting in and out of consciousness, enjoying
only occasional moments of semi-lucidity. I retained
flashes of images and sensations, like a strobe light
gone mad; operating rooms, masked medical personnel,
tubes, needles - lots of needles - pain in my face,
throat, chest, abdomen, groin.
There were other, more disturbing images as well. A
Beauty parlor. Fingernails. Hair. Fur in my eyes.
Janice's office. Janice's office? Yes. The diplomas on
the wall. The small potted palm in the corner. I'm
walking towards a woman, while she approaches me.
Before we reach, I turn and walk back again. Towards
her again; away from her again. Back and forth, back
and forth. I'm growing. I'm getting taller each time I
go back and forth.
How much taller will I get? I'm rocking; swaying back
and forth. I'm on a boat? No, I'm on land, but I'm
swaying back and forth. Sit. Stand. Sit. Cross my legs.
Uncross my legs. Re-cross my legs. The couch. Me on the
couch. Janice's face over mine, speaking slowly,
clearly, authoritatively. It made me feel calm,
relaxed, soothed.
I drifted slowly, dreamily into consciousness. I felt
relaxed, refreshed, as if I were Rip Van Winkle awaking
after a twenty-year nap. I was in Janice's office,
sitting in the chair across the desk from my wife. She
was looking me up and down appraisingly, obviously
pleased with what she saw.
"Hello, Richard. I wanted to take this last opportunity
to speak to you; We won't talk again for a while. Oh, I
will see you all right, but you won't be `Richard'
anymore; You will be `Amber'. I thought the name was so
sweet, and fit your beautiful golden hair. I must say,
you are my best effort yet; even better than Jade. Why
don't you stand up and take a look at yourself in the
mirror?"
I felt as though I had received a commandment from God.
I gracefully(?) uncrossed my legs and stood up. I felt
incredibly light - except for an unfamiliar weight in
my chest - and tall. So tall! I turned and approached
the mirror, stopped a moment; then moved on. There was
an incredibly attractive blonde approaching me from the
other side of the room, swiveling her hips fluidly,
sensually from side to side, just like in my dream. She
stopped at the same time as I, then resumed her
provocative strut.
Only as I reached the mirror did it dawn on me that the
Blonde was me! She - I - had a magnificent body, poured
into a bright-red pucker-knit tank dress. My
incredibly-full, rounded breasts threatened to spill
out of their skimpy confinement. It was very obvious
that I wore no bra, and my nipples pressed invitingly
against the thin material. My tiny waist was
highlighted by a tightly-cinched wide black patent
leather belt.
My hips and tush flared dramatically, and swayed back
and forth without any conscious thought. My long,
slender legs were encased in whisper-sheer black
stockings, ending in black patent pumps with what
appeared to be five-inch spike heels. No wonder I felt
so tall! I wore several gold chains around my neck,
huge gold hoops through my pierced ears, six gold
bangle bracelets on each slender wrist - which jangled
musically as I moved - and a slender gold chain around
my left ankle. I pivoted expertly on my toes, hands on
my hips, admiring my shapely legs and the seams of my
stockings. I hadn't even thought about it, and I was
posing like a fashion model!
My golden-blonde mane cascaded over my shoulders and
down my back in full, fluffy waves which gently
bounced, just like my breasts, as I moved. My make-up
was dramatically overdone. My green eyes were bigger,
wider-set, and more expressive than ever before,
shadowed in lime, emerald, and teal, and completely
outlined in black.
The fur in, or rather on, my eyes was real enough; My
lashes were fuller, thicker, and blacker than any
showgirl's. A deep, dusky rose blush made my
impossibly-prominent cheekbones smolder. My nose was
now small, slender, delicate. I had the fullest,
plumpest, most-kissable ruby-red lips I had ever seen
on a woman. I raised my fingertips to my lips, and was
startled to see long, square-tipped scarlet nails at
the end of each.
"Janice! What have yo..."
I stopped cold. MY VOICE! That isn't my voice! This
voice is so much higher, softer, lilting.
"Janice, PLEASE, tell me what this is all about!"
"Why Honey, I think it is perfectly obvious what this
is all about! You are a woman now; just like the ones
you liked to fuck as a man. It has been such a treat
over the last three months, turning you into a little
blonde bimbo; well, not so little. I used textured
saline implants on you and pumped them up REALLY full -
I know how much you like women with BIG boobs! We put
implants in your hips too; then liposuction most of the
fat out of your waist, and re-injected it around your
hips and fanny to fill you out.
"We have kept you in corsets since the liposuction, to
make sure your waist was compressed down to a handspan,
just like it should be. The diet we put you on helped
in that department, too; you are down to 120 pounds
now, and on you, it looks great! You measure 38D-22-36
now. I can just picture you - the OLD you - seeing a
woman like this at Tush Street.
"You would have been all over yourself trying to stick
your cock into her. But you aren't going to do THAT
anymore; not to Jade, not to me, not to ANYONE! The
simple truth is; you can't! When we made you a woman,
we were VERY thorough; you have all the right
`plumbing' as well."
"You mean I..."
"That's right, Sweetie! You have a nice, tight, juicy
pussy, along with all your other womanly attributes.
You have been on hormones for three months now, and you
are rounding out nicely; not as angular as you were
when we first operated on you. Your Adam's apple is
shaved, and I just LOVE your soft, musical voice! We
have come up with a new feature for you which I am
especially proud of. The special medication you will be
taking, in conjunction with your cyclical hormone
dosages, will give you a real, honest-to-goodness
period! You will have sensitive breasts, cramps,
discharge, and have to wear a tampon, just like a real
woman!
"But - but, I'm still me; I mean, I'm still Richard."
Janice smiled wickedly, and evil glint in her eyes.
"Not for long, Hon. Do you remember that first day in
the clinic? I told you I would PERSONALLY see to it
that you were psychologically prepared for your new
role - and you are! You have been under an intense
program of hypnotherapy, during which I have fashioned
your new identity and personality.
"You may have noticed that your body moves in an
entirely different way now; very gracefully, very
femininely. It doesn't belong to you anymore, Richard;
it is AMBER's body now, just waiting for her to `move
in'. You would love Amber, Richard. She is just your
type; very friendly, not too bright, flashy, trashy,
adores flaunting her body for everyone to see, and
loves to fuck! I am particularly pleased with that;
every girl should enjoy her work."
"You mean I'm..."
"...a prostitute? Yes! The most talented I have ever
seen; I have `trained' you on some of my male staff.
You actually had sex with them here in the clinic, but
you will have many wonderful memories - implanted by me
- of servicing them on the streets. You are a first-
class `working girl' now, and your `office' will be
Tush Street! I plan to stop in sometime to watch you
`strut your stuff'.
"But I don't feel any different. I don't remember any
of those things."
"At the moment, no. But I have set you up with a couple
of post-hypnotic commands, which only work to the sound
of MY voice. When I use one, `Richard' disappears and
`Amber' takes over, with all of her memories and none
of Richard's whatsoever. When I use the other, `Amber'
goes sleepy-pie, and `Richard' comes back, but with
memories of everything `Amber' has done.
"I can turn you on and off like a light! As Amber, you
will be one of my `girls', and will come in every week
for therapy, medication, etc. I will bring `Richard'
out every once in a while to see how he is enjoying his
new lifestyle. Oh, by the way; don't worry about being
`missed' down at the Board of Trade. They won't be
expecting you.
"While you were `under', I had you sign over to me a
Power of Attorney. I sent them a letter, which you
signed, stating that you were taking a sabbatical to
find the `real you'; then, I rented out your seat. That
will be a nice extra source of income; for me, not for
you. You earn yours hustling - Sugar. So, are we all
ready? Sleep tight, Richard. CHECK YOUR MAKE-UP,
AMBER!"
Where am I? Oh. Giggle. I must have spaced out for a
minute. Silly Ditz! I'm in Dr. Foster's office for my
weekly session. I flashed her my most fetching smile.
"Janice! How WONDERFUL it is to see you again! Am I
late?"
She beamed at me and flashed me a wink.
"Not at all, Amber. You are right on time. Come sit
down, and we'll catch up on the latest gossip."
I slipped my arm through hers and let her lead me over
to the couch. It seems as if my hips have a mind of
their own; I walk as sexily for Janice as I would for
any trick. I wonder if she goes both ways? God, I'm
getting wet just THINKING about it! We reached the
couch. I sat down, then lifted my legs, slowly,
teasingly, and swung them over and onto the padded
leather, allowing the hem of my dress to hike up
several inches. I flashed her my best innocent-little-
girl smile. Was that a glimmer in her eye? Giggle. I
hope so; she's a real fox! I just wish she'd loosen up
a little.
There's nothing like a warm Spring evening to bring all
the little Studlies out to cruise the streets. It's
like they're coming out of hibernation, ya know? And
like a big ol' bear, they're REAL hungry! That's OK,
Stud; I've got whatcha want. That guy in the blue Chevy
must think so too; he's been going around the block for
ten minutes, eyeing me every time he goes by. Maybe
I'll just step off the curb here and see what's on his
mind.
"Hi, Handsome. I'm Amber. Wanna date?"
"Jeez, Babe, those tits of yours look great! Are they
real?
"Gimme your hands, Lover. There, how's that? Now, what
do ya think; do they FEEL real?"
"Gulp. They sure do, Babydoll. Does the rest of you
feel that good?'
"Why not take me for a little ride, Honey, and decide
for yourself?"
He opened the door for me and I climbed inside. As he
drove, I snuggled up close to him. I felt up his bone
while I stuck my tongue in his ear.
"Ya know, Sugar, if you had fifty bucks, I could take
REAL good care of your `friend' here."
"What a coincidence! I just happen to have two twenties
and a ten right here in my jacket pocket. See?"
"Oooo - so you do! Here, let me just stick this in my
purse - there, that's better. Now, let's you'n me have
some fun!"
I gave him a "wait'll you see what I got for YOU!"
smile as I eased down his zipper and undid his button.
I gently lifted his dong out and started stroking it.
"Hey, Babe, you really ARE a stud! Does this `lollypop'
taste as good it looks? Let's see!"
I went down on him while he drove, swallowing his cock
all the way down to his balls. I gently raked his
thighs and ball sack with my nails. The poor thing just
about jumped out of his skin! It's always such a kick
to do a trick while he's driving; it's all he can do to
keep his eyes open, much less on the road, and he has
to fight the urge to grab my head and pull me down on
his rod. No no, Baby, mustn't touch; you have to keep
your hands on the wheel!
The poor boy lasted about a minute, then shot his load
into my mouth. I cleaned him up with my tongue, then
carefully tucked him back in, zippered and buttoned him
up, then snuggled up next to him again and fixed my
lipstick and make-up in my compact mirror. They like
that. I had him drop me off at Clark and Diversey. I
kissed him on the cheek and told him to "cum back
anytime!", then got out and walked down the block,
swinging my hips for him to see. I'm up a couple a
bucks, and I got a ride to Tush Street; not bad for
five minutes work.
You got to know the rules about places like Tush
Street. I do; I've worked places like this for as long
as I've been hooking (How long has it been now? Gosh, I
just don't remember. It seems like forever. You are
such a Bimbo, Amber!). The guy at the door knows the
score; you flash him a BIG smile, wink, put your arm
around him and tell him you missed him SO much, even if
you've never seen him before in your life.
He'll cop a free feel, then tell you to have a good
time and drop by later. Bye-bye cover charge. You
saunter down the aisle nice and slow, so everyone can
check out the goods; then you pour yourself onto a bar
stool, make a big thing about crossing your legs, let
your hem hike up a couple of inches, order a drink, and
wait for the fish to bite. There are always a couple of
real good `fishing spots' in any bar. It might be by
the pool table.
It might be at the end of the bar, facing the door,
like I'm gonna do tonight. One of the best places is
under the TV. Think about it. The guys are watching the
`Big Game'. Their eyes wander down from the screen.
Gotcha! You thought Monday nights have to be slow for
us `working girls'? You haven't got a clue, Honey!
Yup, the place is just like I pictured it. Just a
little `neighborhood joint' with a bar, juke box, and
pool table in the front room and another bar and dance
floor in the back. The place is a little on the sleazy
side, just like I like. You won't find any `Yuppies'
here, unless they're cruisin' for a piece. But there IS
someone else here who knows the `rules'.
She's sitting right where I was going to. What a
dynamite-looking fox! I always had a thing for
Redheads, and her eyes are as green as mine. She's got
a bod that just won't quit, poured into a long-sleeved
black satin spandex mini-dress and black patent pumps.
She makes ME ooze! I can always spot another `working
girl', and I wouldn't mind having this one as a friend.
Maybe she can give me a line on a place to stay.
"Hi, Hon. How's business tonight?", I said with a wink.
She beamed a smile my way and winked back.
"Just great, Luv. In fact, it's been booming!"
We had a laugh over that one. It's just a little
`inside joke' between us girls.
"My name's Amber. Mind if I hang with you for a while?"
"Sure, no prob. I'm Jade. New in town?"
"Oh, kinda. I worked some places over on the West Side
side for a while to pay for clinic. My landlord threw
me out; I wouldn't give him a freebie. I've got my
things in storage. I thought I might check out the
action up here."
Jade kinda stiffened up when I mentioned the clinic.
"Did Janice send you to find me?"
"You know Janice too? Isn't she a sweetheart? She made
me everything I am today," I replied slyly, showing off
my body. "No, really, Sugar; I came on my own. Janice
would probably kill me if she knew I was hooking."
"Who're you telling? She's been on my case for months
to get me to quit. I finally stopped going to see her.
She's such a prude, and I don't need the grief."
"Oh, Honey, you shouldn't quit! Janice is such a SUPER
person, and she really has done a lot for me. You can
always tell her you got a job as a secretary or
something. I'll cover for you. In fact, we can cover
for each other. Besides," I said with another wink, "I
have a hunch she's not as much of a `prude' as you
think."
"Thanks, Babe. Maybe I'll take you up on that. Need a
place to stay tonight?"
"That'd be super! Are you sure it's no bother?"
"Are you kidding? Us girls have to stick together!"
We had another good laugh, and spent the rest of the
evening together. Well, sorta. We kinda got busy and
had to make a few `house calls' out to the parking lot
- know what I mean? I guess the word was already
getting around about the two stone foxes at the end of
the bar. We had a few laughs over it, and got to be
good friends. I was really getting hot for her, and she
looked like she felt the same for me.
Jade took me back to her place. It wasn't much, but it
was a roof over my head. Jade said I was welcome to
stay until I found a place, and that she would help me
pick up my stuff from storage in the morning. I kissed
her lightly on the cheek, thanked her, then started to
turn to go over to the couch. Jade put her hand gently
on my arm.
"No. Stay here with me tonight, Amber," she said
softly.
How could I resist an offer like that? I was so randy
for her all night, I couldn't think straight. I put my
arms around her neck, pressed my bod against hers and
kissed her, gently at first, then like a five-alarm
fire. We couldn't get out of our dresses fast enough.
We lay together in our garter belts, stockings and
heels, fucking ourselves into oblivion with Jade's
double-dildo. Afterward, we cuddled tenderly all night.
The next few days were like a dream. Jade helped me
move in and get settled. I had clothes that even I
didn't remember (Where did I get this stuff?). Jade
gave a little cry of joy when she discovered my
corsets. She insisted I just HAD to wear one for her
right away!
I think she enjoyed yanking those laces tight, crushing
my waist down to nineteen inches. I told her turnabout
was fair play, and I took my turn corsetting her for
me. We spent all of our time together in corsets,
stockings, and five-inch spikes, and dressed each other
in the evenings for ourselves, as much as for the boys.
We hooked together, sometimes on the streets, sometimes
the clubs. Every time I turned a trick, I found myself
thinking about humping Jade.
Today is clinic day! I have so much to tell Janice -
oops! Well, maybe not EVERYTHING. I tried to get Jade
to come with me, but she is still too nervous about
confronting Janice. There's something going on between
them that Jade won't talk about. I spent some bucks and
got a new outfit to wear today. I'm starting with a
black satin corset, black lace bikini, and black
stockings. I slipped a silky black camisole over my
head and let its lacy top settle over my naked breasts.
I had the dark grey, wool suit tailored to fit my body
REAL tight. The skirt goes just past the knee and
limits me to about twelve-inch steps. The jacket is
V'ed to show off my camisole (and my jiggling boobs
underneath!), nipped in to accent my nineteen-inch
waist, then flares into a snug-fitting peplum. I
stepped into a pair of five-inch black patent spikes
and was ready to go. I looked business-like, but `on
the make' - kinda like a smart, efficient secretary who
was doing a little hanky-panky with the boss! Jade's
eyes kinda glazed over, and I could tell I had to get
outta here real quick, before she ripped my clothes off
me again.
I didn't realize so many of my tricks worked here at
the clinic! True, I hadn't seen any of them since I
moved uptown, but it's kinda scary walking down the
hall and having all the guys say "Hi, Amber" and
remember when I did them in my old place, or a car, or
even a dark alley. What if they told Janice? I had to
wait a while in the outer office, along with a couple
of Janice's other `girls'. I could tell they were green
with envy of me. Sorry, Girls, we can't all be
beautiful. If we were, I'd be out of work!
Janice hugged me and kissed me on the cheek, like I was
her long, lost sister, and ushered me into her office.
"Amber! You look stunning. Is that a new suit? It looks
MARVELOUS on you! I just KNEW you wouldn't have any
trouble finding a job. You look like quite the career
woman. Come, sit down and get comfortable. We have so
MUCH to talk about!"
I sat down on the couch, swung my legs up, then looked
up expectantly into Janice's eyes. She smiled down
impishly at me.
"ARE YOU HAVING FUN, RICHARD?"
"JANICE! Oh, my God! I've been fucking MEN all week,
and loving it! I'm going to strangle the life out of yo
- I CAN'T MOVE! What have you done to me, you BITCH?"
Janice chuckled and patted my cheek lovingly.
"Poor Baby. I thought you might have a nasty reaction
when I brought you out again, so I took the precaution
of implanting the command that `Richard' is paralyzed.
You are also extremely receptive to my suggestions. I
said I was going to TALK to you from time to time,
remember? You will just lie there, and I will do
whatever I feel like doing to you; then `Amber' will
come back, perfectly normal, and won't remember a
thing. So, how is your `roomie', Jade?"
"How did you know I was living with Jade?"
Janice winked at me.
"Oh, I have my ways. The two of you were such randy
little sluts before I changed you, I think it is just
precious that my two gems, Amber and Jade, are shacking
up together again. You have become quite the little
whore, haven't you?"
"You ought to know - you MADE me this way!"
She beamed down at me with glowing eyes.
"Yes, I certainly did, didn't I? And I must confess, I
REALLY like the results. Every time I see you, I get -
ideas. Oh, did I tell you? I've taken a new lover. He's
a football player, and a REAL stud. He's much more a
man than you ever were - or ever will be again! Be a
good girl, and I might share him with you."
The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I WAS a
girl now. Whether I liked it or not, my life was
changed - forever. I couldn't even lift a finger in
protest! Tears welled up in my eyes.
"There, there now; don't cry, Baby. It's all for the
best. You really are happier now. Your life is so much
simpler. All you have to do is fuck for a living. And
you LOVE to fuck. You can't get enough. Now, sleep
tight, and we'll talk again sometime. CHECK YOUR MAKE-
UP, AMBER!"
"Wha - Gee, I'm sorry, Janice! I must have dozed off. I
guess I'm not getting my `beauty sleep'. Did I miss
anything important?"
"No, Dear, not at all. In fact, I was just commenting
how good you looked today."
"You really think so? I dressed JUST for you. I wanted
you to be proud of me."
She leaned forward in her chair, reached into my jacket
with her right hand, and fondled by breast through the
silk camisole. The sensation was incredible. The she
kissed me softly on the lips.
"Yes, Honey, I'm very proud. And more. A lot more."
I sighed expressively and pulled her down on top of me.
"I was HOPING you would say that."
Why am I always so damn horny after I leave Janice's
office? Making it with her just seemed to make it
worse, not better. I scored a quick fuck with Mason,
the orderly (and one of my former johns) in the linen
closet. He only had twenty-five dollars to offer me,
but I would have taken him on if it had only been
twenty-five cents; he is hung like a horse, and I
needed it bad! I gave Jade a real workout with the
double-ended dildo when I got home. She had no
complaints about my randiness; she used every trick in
the book to make me hotter! I do know that we launched
each other into lunar orbit before we were through.
Jade and I had gotten real close, and our love games
were paying off big-time. We were real well-known on
the street; know what I mean? Johns were asking for us
by name. We were even getting jobs at private parties;
people LOVE to watch two sexy sluts get it on! We now
cleared enough to move out of the dump we had been
living in and into a much nicer place. We never gave a
thought to getting separate apartments; we wanted to
stay together, period.
One night, while I held her in my arms, Jade told me
about all the rotten things that had happened to her as
a kid; stuff she had never even told Janice. Her mom
had gotten a kick out of dressing up her delicate young
son as a girl. I guess she always wanted a daughter, or
something.
Anyway, one day when he was sixteen, she got him all
dolled up and introduced her `daughter Jade' to her
husband. He went ballistic! He screamed that the only
things girls were good for were sucking and fucking,
and if that's what his kid wanted, it was fine with
him! With that, he pulled out his cock, stuck it in
Jade's mouth, and made her suck him off. After that, he
made her eat her mother's pussy while he fucked Jade's
virgin ass.
Afterwards, her dad told her mom that it was all right
with him if she turned Jade into a girl, but the
"little cunt" would have to earn her keep. To Jade's
horror, her mother agreed! From that time on, Jade
lived full-time as their `daughter' and turned tricks
which they set up for her. She hadn't been `abandoned',
like she told Janice; she ran away.
She made her way here - broke, scared, and alone - and
made a living the only way she knew how. She found out
about Janice and the Clinic through the other `girls'
she met on the streets. She was able to hide most of
her past (hey, we're ALL good actresses, Honey) and
paid her way through the program with trick money.
She knew Janice would never condone her lifestyle and
would bounce her out of the program if she found out
Jade was hooking, so she kept her mouth shut. She
really did try to `go straight', but she couldn't get a
job and the money was running out. One night she had
gone back to Tush Street and met a guy who seemed nice
and had money. She was desperate, so she hustled him.
She felt so guilty about it later that she just
couldn't face Janice again; that's when she dropped out
of counseling. I asked her why she hadn't just gone
back to living as a boy when she first left home; why
had she gone `all the way'?
She just shrugged her shoulders a little and told me
she didn't really know how anymore. She had just gone
from one trick to the next, hoping to find - something,
anything she could believe in. Then she gave me a
little squeeze and told me she finally had - me. I was
close to tears. I told her that what her folks had done
to her was really sick, and promised I would never,
ever let anyone abuse her like that again. Then I
hugged her tightly and rocked her to sleep.
We got a gig at a private swing party in a lakeshore
high-rise. Hal, the guy giving the party, told me a
friend had given him our names. He wanted us to do a
"scene" to get his guests in the right mood.
"Sure, no problem. We'll get 'em hot enough to melt
their shorts." The party was a bunch of doctors,
lawyers, stockbrokers, and Corporate-types who were
into kink, but wouldn't dream of getting "down 'n
dirty" on the street. That's OK with us; doing a show
for "tourists" is fun and easy money. Getting them hot,
horny, and willing in a place they feel safe ALWAYS
leads to some action on the side - for which we can
charge BIG bucks to guys like these. Jade tugged on my
arm and nodded towards the windows.
"Janice is here."
Sure enough, there she was - on the arm of some stud I
recognized from T.V.; the quarterback of the local
football team, I think. But this Janice was an entirely
different person. She wore a tight-fitting red silk
blouse, open at the neck to show a lot of boob, and an
equally tight-fitting black spandex miniskirt. She was
braless and, from the way her stud was fondling her
between her legs, pantiless too. She was all over him
like a cheap suit, cupping her boobs with her hands for
his admiring glances, rubbing her cunt up against his
crotch, and blatantly sticking her tongue in his ear. I
couldn't imagine prim, proper Dr. Janice Foster putting
on a display like this in public, even here. I
mentioned that to Hal, and he smirked.
"She wouldn't be caught dead looking like that - if she
had a choice. She doesn't. I know her both personally
AND professionally; we are both Psychiatrists. She's
always had a reputation as a `cold fish'. Lance, her
boyfriend, asked me to help him play a little trick on
her. The three of us had dinner here earlier this
evening. I slipped a little `something extra' into
Janice's wine; a powerful hypnotic drug. We put her on
the couch and I put her under. I `loosened her up'
quite a bit for the occasion. A bit unethical, perhaps,
but no real harm done."
"Wow, you mean she's in a trance or something?"
"Not really. I brought her out for the party, with a
strong post-hypnotic suggestion that she wants to
flaunt herself freely with Lance and everyone else for
the rest of the evening. She will wake up tomorrow her
usual self. She may not believe she could have done
such a thing, but she will remember it, and enjoy it.
We always say hypnosis can't make someone do something
they don't want to do. From the looks of things, Janice
has been denying herself a lot of guilty pleasures."
"Wow, that's neat! I always thought Janice was too
stiff."
"Well, now we can let some of the `starch' out of her
from time to time. I planted a trigger phrase that will
activate the post-hypnotic suggestion later."
"Wait a minute. You mean you can make her like this
anytime, just by saying a few words?"
"It requires some follow-up conditioning, but
essentially, yes."
"Cool!" I nuzzled up to Hal suggestively, casually
grabbing his cock through his pants in a way no one
else could see.
"Doctor, I wonder if you would mind stepping into my
`office' for a moment. We have a little `business' to
discuss." I backed him into the bedroom and shut the
door behind us. I came out twenty minutes later,
grinning like I had just swallowed a canary. I had a
good lay (he wasn't bad, for a doctor), an
`understanding' about a future exchange of `services',
and something MUCH more valuable!
We did our "scene", and the audience was so turned-on
by it that several of them paired off and fucked right
there in front of everyone. Jade and I spent the next
couple of hours taking on all "Cummers" wherever they
wanted it; bedroom, bathroom, on top of the pool table,
standing against a wall, anywhere.
"My goodness, you two really do fuck like bunnies,
don't you?"
"Janice! What a NICE surprise! Whatever happened to
your boyfriend?"
"The asshole is passed out in the bedroom - just when I
needed him most!" She gazed longingly at Jade and me; I
could tell she wanted it in the worst way.
"I've always wanted to see the two of you in action
together. When my friend Hal told me he wanted a sex
show to spice up his party, I told him to look you up.
I must say, your - enthusiasm - for your work is a REAL
turn-on." I smiled wickedly.
"Enthusiasm? You haven't got a clue, Honey. I'll SHOW
you `enthusiasm'!" With that, I grabbed her silk blouse
with both fists and ripped it from her shapely body.
Jade followed my lead, tearing away Janice's slim-
fitting skirt. Together, we overpowered Janice, forcing
her backwards and down on the couch. I sat on her
abdomen, alternately kissing her plush lips and sucking
her breasts, while Jade ate her pussy and clit.
Janice's protests soon became screams of ecstasy as
wave after wave of orgasm washed over her.
She became a woman possessed, fondling, licking,
sucking each of us to orgasms of our own. The effect of
our impromptu "scene" was easy to predict; soon the
couch was a mass of writhing bodies, with Janice, Jade,
and me taking on any cock, any pussy that came our way.
With a few whispered suggestions to our host, I made
sure that Janice was made to service every man there,
sometimes two or three at a time, while everyone voiced
their approval of her wicked performance.
We didn't let it end there. I found out that her
`session' with Hal had left her submissive and very
receptive to our suggestions as well. After the party
ended, we dressed her in a spare outfit I had in my
tote bag - a silver spandex, off-the-shoulder top and a
black leather mini. We made her up whorishly, slipped
her feet into a pair of five inch spike heels, and took
her out with us to work the streets. She did it, too;
here was this proper, professional lady wantonly
fucking complete strangers in the back seats of their
cars and loving it. What a sight!
Dawn was breaking when we "released" Janice to go home.
She thanked us for an "incredible evening", and made us
promise that we would BOTH come to see her at her
office at 2:00 that afternoon. Jade and I made our way
home and to bed, and fell immediately into a deep,
dreamless sleep.
We slept until noon, then got dressed and went to
Janice's office to keep our appointment. Janice took
Jade into her office first and kept her there for an
hour. Finally she opened the door and ushered me in.
Jade was sitting in the chair in front of Janice's
desk, knocked out from hypnosis.
"Come, sit down on the couch and get comfortable,
Amber," Janice said soothingly. I did, and gazed
expectantly into her eyes.
"ARE YOU HAVING FUN, RICHARD?"
"I ought to be furious with you, but that wouldn't do
any good, would it? After all, I can't move a muscle in
my current condition. The fact is, yes, I AM having
fun. I am enjoying my life more than I ever have
before."
"I am so glad, Richard, because you have also done a
wonderful job for me. I told you at the beginning of
all this that I was worried about what your crass
behavior had done to Jade. I knew that she would not
come back here on her own, and that she would not trust
anyone she knew from the clinic. I had to find someone
else to bring her in, someone like herself who could
get close to her and earn her trust.
"I needed a `Gemini', a twin of Jade, with whom she
could identify. It seemed only fitting that since you
were the cause of all this trouble, you should also be
the solution, so I transformed you into a lascivious
little slut, trained you in all the `proper'
techniques, and instructed you through hypnosis to find
Jade, get close to her, and convince her to come back
here. She and I have just had a long `chat', and it
seems you have done even better than that. She loves
you, or rather, she loves Amber.
"She brought me `up to speed' on what really happened
with her parents. She told me that you have given her
the trust and caring that she never had before. She
feels good about herself, and says you are the reason
why. I suggested that she didn't need to hook anymore,
and she said that you made her feel `sexy', and that
this was something intimate the two of you shared. I
wouldn't have understood that until last night, but now
I think I do."
"Does that mean I can come home now, and be Richard
again?"
Janice looked down at me with that same longing gaze as
the night before.
"Nooo, I don't think so. Jade still needs you very
much, and Lance satisfies me much more than you,
Richard, ever did. To be honest, I LOVE you this way;
you are a SUPER turn-on as a whore. No, Richard, you
already ARE home - as Amber. But I'll tell you what -
I'm going to give you and Jade a little `wedding
present'; I am going to assign to you the income from
the rental of your seat on the Exchange. You and Jade
will be able to live quite comfortably on that, even if
the two of you decide to go on hooking. Actually, I
hope you do; I had a WONDERFUL time with you last
night! Perhaps we can do it again sometime - soon, I
hope."
"Oh, I think I can arrange that."
"I'll bet you can. This will be the last time we speak,
Richard. I want to sincerely thank you for all your
help. Thanks to you, Jade is a whole person for the
first time in her life. I, too, have learned things
about my sexuality that I never dreamed of. And we both
owe it all to you. I would like you to remember that -
but of course you won't, will you? Oh, well. Good-bye,
Sweetheart."
"No, wait - Jan..."
"CHECK YOUR MAKEUP, AMBER."
"Oh, wow, Janice. I must have fallen asleep again! I
don't know WHAT it is about our sessions that relaxes
me so."
"Think nothing of it, Dear. I just took the time to
clean up some loose ends with one of my cases."
"Gee, Jade is still out. Is she all right?"
"She's fine, Dear. I'll wake her up a little later. I
have a surprise for the two of you. In the meantime..."
"DON'T YOU JUST LOVE TO FUCK, JANICE?" She put down her
notepad, took off her glasses, removed her hair combs,
and shook her head, allowing her rich, chestnut hair to
swing freely. She gazed down at me with naked lust in
her eyes as she unbuttoned her blouse.
"...isn't it time we got re-acquainted, Amber?" I
sighed and pulled her down on me. "I thought you would
never ask," I replied breathlessly, crushing her lips
with mine. Giggle. It worked. Thanks, Hal.
Where should I begin? Jade and I bought a condo in
Hal's building. We started one of those 900 phone
services, and the money is rolling in. We are fixtures
at Hal's frequent swing parties - as is Janice. She is
coming along nicely in her `therapy', thanks to Hal.
It's worth all the freebies I give him; Janice has
become so much more - expressive. I personally watched
her do the ENTIRE football team. Well, maybe I helped
out a little; those studs are REALLY built! Jade and I
are happy. Lance is happy. Even Janice is happy. You
don't believe me? Ask her yourself - she's down at the
end of the bar, hustling that john sitting next to her.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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