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Prissy - 2 (MF, FF, cons)
by Waldo (mellin6695@aol.com)

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Chapter 2 - Gary's harem

Warning - not for reading by minors.  Story deals with 
transgender and strong sexual themes.  All rights reserved.
This story may not be sold or distributed by anyone unless 
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story.

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"You're shitting me! Gary Franks actually came over to talk 
to you?" Trish scribbled another shorthand notation on 
her pad to help her remember the story. 

"He did better than that. He was accompanied by the most 
beautiful blonde that I'd ever seen in my life. As they 
joined us at our table, he introduced me to the most 
beautiful example of Scandinavian womanhood in the 
world. Tashia sat down beside me and I couldn't listen to 
Gary's words for staring at her beautifully exposed 
cleavage. I admit I was in instant lust for this new 
beautiful woman. I would've done anything that she 
requested of me at that moment, even cut my dick off if 
she'd asked me. Her dazzling white teeth, her beaming 
smile, her flawless complexion, her gleaming blue eyes, her 
full lips, her beautiful mane of thick blonde hair, and her 
luscious perfectly-curved body was too much woman for 
this man. Her seductive perfume's delightful fragrance 
filled my nostrils with dreams of desire as I stared into her 
delightful eyes. She was too much woman for one man to 
handle. And she was sitting immediately beside me, 
making me feel as if I was the most virile man in the world. 
She laughed at my silly jokes as if I was brilliant, she 
smiled at my obvious stares as if there was hope of a 
romance for me; and most importantly, she fueled my 
sexual ego. I was the Champion Stud of the World at that 
moment with Tashia and Marcie at my table."

"How did Priscilla stack up against the competition?"

"I regret to admit it but she blended into the background 
after a couple of seconds, except for an occasional attempt 
to keep us aware of her presence. The two women were 
listening to Gary as he told a dirty joke. I'd heard it before 
but those two women's giggling and laughing caused me to 
laugh so hard that I almost fell out of my chair. Then Gary 
did something unexpected - he asked Priscilla and me to 
join him at this table. Well, it only took one little finger of 
Tashia's hand wrapped around my little finger, to lead me 
back to his table. Tashia sat me down beside her and 
Monique while Marcie guided Priscilla to her side of the 
table. For an hour, I was regaled and wined by the most 
beautiful dozen women in the world."

"I could see you leaving me for someone as beautiful as 
one of Frank's women, but I'm still amazed at you falling 
in love with Priscilla."

"Quit being so catty and listen to my story. As soon as we 
left our new good friends, Priscilla said `There's something 
wrong. Marcie was ugly, overweight and a declared 
horseman.' I'd never heard of horseman used in that 
context and asked her to explain. She said that the 
college-day Marcie was an avowed feminist who was also a 
masculine lesbian - thus the British expression of 
horseman. That previous college-days version of Marcie 
kept suggesting to Priscilla that they take the Wall Street 
Journal, a jug of wine and go on a picnic. Apparently 
Marcie wanted Priscilla as a lover but that type of sex 
didn't appeal to Priscilla - she was very opinioned about 
sex and women didn't turn her on. Any way, Priscilla said 
that there were more than just the physical changes that 
we had seen in this new Marcie, that her complete attitude 
had changed. This new Marcie appeared to be a quite 
dedicated sexy vixen who lived only to serve her man - 
Gary Franks. Priscilla told me that she checked out 
Marcie's new appearance quite well while I was busy with 
Tashia and saw some slight physical resemblance to the 
college-day Marcie. But as she adamantly declared later 
`that the bitch has had a hell of a lot of modification to her 
body'."

The slight slurp sound of Trish sipping on her coffee broke 
Bryan's train of thought. As he paused to regroup, Trish 
asked "There are usually obvious signs of surgery and I'll 
admit that it's easier to find someone who's been surgically 
improved than to find someone that's completely real and 
natural. But from what I've heard about these women, 
they all look so natural and perfect, that there's rumors 
that methods other than surgery have been used."

"That's what Priscilla thought also. That night as we laid 
curled up naked in bed, she talked about Marcie, then 
about our project, then about Tashia, then about us, then 
about Diana - a stunning redhead who sat next to me at 
the table, then about my old job. I didn't realize it but she 
was evaluating me. Everytime that she mentioned one of 
the women, I got an erection, but quickly lost it when she 
changed the subject to my life with her. I discovered too 
late how she was testing me and when she angrily jumped 
up out of bed, it was too late. As she ran into the bathroom 
and locked the door to keep me out, she screamed that my 
physical reaction to those women hurt her. I tried to talk 
to her but she sat on the other side of the door crying and 
sobbing about how she thought that we had something 
special then I threw it all away because a beautiful woman 
smiled at me. I told her that I hadn't done anything but 
talk to her friends and that she was there watching me 
behave myself. She answered by sobbing something about 
how my hands behaved but my `eyes didn't behave'. She 
said that the way that I stared at those women all evening 
made her feel like an ugly fool. I tried to talk some sense 
into her but wound up spending the night on the couch."

"Do you have an erection while you're talking to me?" 
asked Trish in a teasing, sultry voice.

There was no change to Bryan's voice as he ignored her 
question "That was the beginning of the end for us. The 
next day, she went out and when she came back, she told 
me that she'd taken a part time job working for Gary. That 
upset me because I needed her but she told me that she 
was way ahead of me on doing research and that we could 
use the money. I knew that she was right about the 
money, so I agreed to her job. As if I had any say in the 
matter. That evening, she did something unusual. You 
joke about her - shall I say - personal-grooming habits, 
but there were several things that she detested. And one of 
them was shaving her legs. Normally she would shave her 
legs every Friday night. By Wednesday, her legs were like a 
piece of sandpaper with her heavy leg growth. Well, it was 
Tuesday and she shaved her legs. She came out of that 
bathtub, smelling all good and clean - so good that I took 
advantage of her shaved legs. Then the next day, she again 
went to Gary's place to work. When she came home, she 
was wearing lipstick, which was something unusual for 
her. She told me one time that smearing waxy colored 
substances on one's face was a throwback to the pagan 
rituals that we hadn't outgrown as a society. As soon as 
she came in the door, she attacked me with her kisses and 
led me back to our bedroom. After we made love, she 
slipped into the bathroom to clean up and shaved her legs 
again - which was twice in one week. She came out of that 
bathroom all shaved and her lips gleaming so pretty that 
we messed up the bedsheets again."

"Sounds like the typical `so that's what it takes to turn on 
my man' scenario. She saw you fawning over the attractive 
women and saw how Marcie had been able to overcome 
her previous ugly appearance. Sounds like she decided to 
see if she could improve upon herself."

"Yeah, and that's what she did. Everyday, it was some little 
thing that was different about her. By the end of the first 
week, she had long red fingernails. They were fake but 
certainly an improvement over her lifelong gnawed-to-the-
quick fingernails. And she was wearing makeup from the 
time that she got up, to when we went to bed. She would 
walk out the door in the morning and come back, looking 
like she'd spent the day in the beauty parlor. Everyday, 
there was some improvement to her when she came home. 
And she always came home horny. By the end of the 
second week, she had long red fingernails, a new curly 
hairstyle, some new clothes in her wardrobe and had lost 
ten pounds. She said that she needed the clothes because 
of the weight loss, but these were clothes that she wouldn't 
have wore before - clothes very similar to the clothes that 
Marcie and those other girls wore. But the most amazing 
change in her was her vocabulary and choice of reading 
material. Her technical magazines were thrown in the 
trash and she was reading Cosmopolitan and all those 
women's magazines. At night, instead of lying in my arms 
and talking about deep subjects such as `why mankind 
must adapt to social change', she'd talk about how great it 
was to have sex with me. She stroked my sexual ego 
instead of stirring me intellectually. I accused her of 
becoming a bimbo once and my wild statement actually 
pleased her. I've never seen anyone change the way that 
she did."

"Sounds like you reacted to her changes and you probably 
fueled further changes."

"Yeah, that's what I thought too. But she was losing 
weight, firming up her body, improving her complexion, 
and beginning to look mighty damn attractive. By the end 
of the month, she didn't look like the same woman. Oh, 
don't get me wrong - she wasn't as beautiful as one of 
Frank's women, but she was a hell of a lot more attractive 
than when I first met her. By that time, I had just about 
used up all the research that she had previously collected 
and suggested that she return back to her work. She 
declined, suggesting that we use a research service. I blew 
my top and raised hell. That's when she did the most 
unbelievable thing. She gave me her first blowjob."

A loud cackle echoed off the newspaper's walls, as Trish 
laughed so hard that she almost dropped the phone. When 
she recovered to where she could talk again, she asked "All 
this time of living with her and she wouldn't blow you until 
then. I used to do that just to get you aroused."

"I know. And it was a sensitive subject between us. She felt 
that taking a man's penis into her mouth demeaned her 
and was another throwback to those old pagan ritual days 
- or she used to feel that way. Anyhow when she was the 
old Priscilla, she was very old fashioned in her lovemaking 
- very exuberant and long-lasting, but old fashioned as to 
what she would do and the positions. But this new 
Priscilla was like a just-awakened nypho who had to catch 
up. She was so great and satisfying that I couldn't 
complain. After all, I wasn't about to turn down good 
pussy, which just kept getting better. I was getting so 
much pussy that I thought that my life was just about 
perfect. And I quickly learned to shut up inquiring about 
social change in America and learned to enjoy a woman 
who would suck me dry where ever and whenever I wanted 
it. We were like two adolescence teenagers whose parents 
went away for the weekend. We did it all as often as we 
could. I didn't care that she wasn't doing any research 
anymore or that her vocabulary had dropped down to 
using words with only two or three syllables. I did care 
about the medicine that I discovered her taking one day. 
She had some pills that she admitted that she now took 
every day and various creams that she rubbed on her 
body. I'll admit that she looked better and that her breasts 
filled out firmer, but I didn't like her taking any unknown 
chemicals."

"Did you get the names of the pills or creams?"

"No, they were all private labeled. The next day, when she 
went to Gary's place, I searched the apartment and found 
all of her pills and creams. I hid them and she didn't say a 
word when she discovered that they were missing. I asked 
her not to take any more unknown chemicals and she 
purred something about "but those pills help me find the 
inner me". I tried to make her mad so that she would tell 
me the truth but she wouldn't get mad. I knew that she 
continued taking those pills when she was at Gary's place. 
And that's about the time that she did something else that 
really amazed me. All along, I'd occasionally seen Marcie 
when she brought Priscilla home but one evening I was 
stunned when I heard Priscilla's key in the door and it was 
Marcie by herself that walked through the door. Marcie 
had Priscilla's key and a small overnight bag. She told me 
that Priscilla wouldn't be home that night and Marcie was 
there to make sure that I wouldn't be lonesome. I was 
pissed at the way that Priscilla felt that she could 
manipulate me. So mad, that I fucked Marcie the first time 
in the living room. Yeah, I knew that I was being 
manipulated but I didn't care. Marcie did turn me on and 
she wasn't the sort of woman that you would kick out of 
your bed. By the next morning, I was so worn out from our 
vigorous all-night lovemaking session that I didn't care if 
Priscilla never returned home. That woman could show a 
football team a thing or two about endurance. Marcie 
stayed with me all day - I didn't get a bit of work done. She 
changed clothes two or three times but it was to model her 
lingerie for me. Whenever I asked what was happening 
with Priscilla, she'd shove one of her fantastic boobs into 
my mouth and convince me to forget about her. Two very 
wonderful nights and two days of making love to Marcie 
and I was beginning to wonder what was going on. Then 
Tashia showed up and replaced Marcie in my bed. I was in 
heaven. I've never tasted pussy as sweet or sucked on 
breasts as nice as her."

"Well, excuse me. I think I'll go somewhere and just let my 
sour pussy and sagging pancake breasts die."

"Trish, you know what I mean. When we were lovers, I 
enjoyed being with you but there was just something 
about these two women, that was better than normal. Sort 
of a move up from Dairy Queen to Haagen-Dazs ice cream 
type comparison. Anyhow, Tashia stayed with me for three 
long days. Then Priscilla came home - or rather the new 
Priscilla. I suspected that she was having surgery - that's 
why the other women were there to distract me and when 
she walked through the door, I knew it. But I'd never seen 
any surgery before where you heal in only five days. Her 
face had tightened and firmed up as well as developed 
cheekbones. Her nose was now slender and her lips were 
fuller. Her new face with her beautiful wide-eyes made her 
look like an innocent angel - that is until you let your eyes 
drift from her face to her body. As for her body - it was 
quite obvious that her breasts were a full cup size larger. 
She'd gone from a sagging C cup to a pert and very plump 
D cup in just five days and there were no surgical scars. 
She swore up and down that they were the same size as 
when she left, but I know the difference between 
grapefruits and oranges. She had grapefruits now. Nice 
grapefruits with thick nubbins for nipples. And there were 
other changes too. She'd lost a lot of the dark hair on her 
arms and legs so that her limbs were now covered with a 
smooth downy layer of fine hair. Her complexion had 
cleared up, her hair was thicker and richer as well as 
colored a dark brown with light blonde highlights. Her 
droopy ass had firmed up and she had an overall Playboy 
type body - not a centerfold like Tashia's body but she was 
getting close. She went from being a frumpy dumpy 
overweight housewife to a sex goddess in less than six 
weeks."  

"Wheee, that sounds like something that I need for myself. 
I need to get rid of these flat pancake tits. Would you like 
me better if I had some really big hooters? Do you like 
cantaloupes better than grapefruits? How about 
watermelons?" asked Trish, dropping her voice to a sultry 
sound as she ended her question.

"No one needs what they did to her. I'll admit that she was 
beautiful and had a fantastic body but they did it at the 
price of her mind. She wasn't Priscilla anymore. Just as 
she told me about how Marcie had changed mentally, she 
changed also. She didn't care a damn thing about my book 
or her former job. She was just there to be my playtoy - to 
share my bed and satisfy my sexual needs. I'd give her a 
book and ask her a question. If she knew the answer, 
she'd tell me but she wouldn't spent more than a couple of 
seconds looking through the book before she would try to 
distract me. I thought that six times of having sex in one 
day would be my all-time personal best, but that first day 
that she came back home, I got my rocks off an record 
nine times. She was like a possessed demon who knew 
just the right whistles and bells to turn me on and keep 
me turned on. But there comes a time when you have to 
drag your ass out of bed and go back to work. I was way 
behind my schedule because of all the fucking so it was 
something that had to be done. But no, she didn't care 
about my book. And it was hard to be mad at her because 
of the way that she smiled and serviced me. Two weeks 
after she came back home, I only had three pages done - 
that's supposed to be one afternoon's writing. Then Gary 
and his entourage came to see me."

"Uh-oh, sounds like bad news."

"Yeah, it was. He came to claim his newest member. I was 
trying to work on my book and she was in the bathroom. 
When the doorbell rang, it surprised me to find him and 
his dozen women in the hallway. I invited him in, not really 
knowing, but suddenly understanding why he was there. 
When she walked out of the bedroom, wearing her new 
skin-tight, dark evening dress and high heels, I knew that 
she hadn't dressed like that for me. He had made himself 
at home in my easy chair and she sat down on the chair's 
arm, her exposed firm upper breasts only inches from his 
eyes, as sat there beside him looking at me like a sultry cat 
who was purring for her master - only I wasn't the master. 
Gary told me that since she'd shaped herself up so much, 
he'd invited her to join his little troupe of entertainers and 
that she'd accepted. He told me that I was lucky to have 
such a fine woman and that he would share some of his 
other women for awhile with me - when she was with him. 
I lost my temper and told him to get the hell out of my 
place."

There was a pause then Brian continued "I jumped up 
from the couch and as I angrily approached him, Priscilla 
stepped between us, pleading with me to calm down. Her 
soft arms and warm breasts pushed me back to the couch 
and her nimble fingers unzipped my trousers. Right there 
in front of him and all those other women, she showed him 
how she could control me. And as long as she had my dick 
in her mouth, I was doing anything she wanted. She 
guided me back down onto the couch and kept her head 
buried in my lap as he talked to me. Denise, a stunning 
African-American had taken Priscilla's place on the chair's 
armrest. I vaguely listened to Gary as he said that he 
collected beautiful women and that Priscilla had 
volunteered to join him. That she was his new concubine 
and that she would be spending less and less time with 
me. However, because he liked me, he was willing to share 
some of his older girls with me until I found someone new 
for myself. I think that's what he said. I was having a 
difficult time concentrating because of Priscilla's warm 
mouth wrapped around my throbbing cock and also 
because Denise unbuttoned her blouse revealing her 
magnificent boobs. As soon as I was about ready to 
explode my load into Priscilla's mouth, she pulled back 
and Denise stepped forward to take her place. That woman 
had a deep mouth and could suck an apple through a 
straw. She sucked me completely dry before swallowing a 
drop. I didn't see Priscilla or the rest of them leave because 
Denise and Nelda were keeping me busy. It was the next 
morning before I even had a moment to think about what 
had happened, then Nelda attacked me again."

"Sounds like a fair trade. Two cunts for one. What did 
Nelda look like?"

"She was like the Irish wholesome-looking sweetheart. 
Flaming red hair with an Irish temper to match and 
freckles all over her body. I'd never realized before that 
freckles could be pretty on the right person. She was five 
foot two inches of pure dynamite and Denise was six foot, 
three inches of pure legs. She could wrap her long legs 
around my neck and make me wish that she would 
squeeze me to death. It was about that time that I realized 
that although all of the women were stunning, there were 
slight differences that made each of the unique. Denise 
was long legged and her dark skin brought out the savage 
beast in me. Nelda was the freckle-faced girl-next-door 
type of ing,nue who could lie in bed beside me and 
whisper me into daydreams of trapped on a remote island 
with her. Tashia was pure sex and body with large breasts. 
The other women had large c-cup sized breasts but Tashia 
had a full d-cup. As for Marcie, she was like an executive 
secretary - a professional by day but a hell of a woman at 
home."

"Was that the last time that you saw Priscilla?"

"No, Gary rotated some of his other women over to keep 
me company and one night about two weeks later, I 
thought that I was doing a menages with Lucy and 
Caroline. I was blindfolded and eating dear sweet Lucy out 
while Caroline rode me. Only when I took the blindfold off, 
it was Priscilla that I'd been eating. She and Martha had 
sneaked into my apartment and swapped out one at a time 
with my current paramours. It'd only been two weeks since 
I'd seen her last but there was more obvious changes to 
her appearance. Her face had become beautiful, somehow 
becoming almost as glamorous as Tashia. The main 
difference between Tashia and the new Priscilla was that 
Tashia was more outdoors looking and Priscilla was more 
innocent looking with her wide eyes. Both women had 
similarly shaped bodies. Her chin was firmer, her 
complexion looked healthier, there was more of a natural 
rosy glow to her cheeks, her size D cup breasts had grown 
even further so they were now DD cup and her body 
looked as tight and fit as if she'd lifted weights all her life. 
Her legs were firm and shapely and didn't need the daily 
shaving. Oh yeah, she was now a blonde with shoulder 
length hair that had grown about six inches in the two 
weeks. Even her pussy hair was a golden honey color and 
was very fine instead of her previous course dark pubic 
hair. I barely recognized her even as intimately as I knew 
her former body."

"That's not possible. You can bleach it but you can't 
change the texture of public hair. I know because I tried to 
convince someone that I was a natural blonde when I was 
in college. I wish that we had known each other back then. 
I thought I was a cute perky little blonde."

He ignored her comment and continued "Somehow she did 
it, just as she changed everything else about her body. 
And as I told you before, she was now a giggling, silly 
bimbo who didn't care to read the paper or know what was 
going on in the world. The woman who used to quote 
Socrates now acted like she couldn't even spell his name. 
She only thought about or talked about subjects that were 
glamorous or sexual or grooming. She wouldn't come out 
of that bathroom until every hair was in its place and she 
looked completely perfect. Anyhow when I discovered who 
it was in bed with me that night, I fucked her and then fell 
into an exhausted sleep. When I woke up, she was gone - 
as were all of the other women who had been sharing my 
apartment. There was a note from her, saying that by now 
I should be over her and to please forget her. And that 
none of the other women would be coming by to see me 
either."


