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Subject: TG: The Gemini by Cherysse St. Claire
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Hi!
  Here is an other story which I found in my collection. So enjoy this
one. The story contains 11 pages. I'm sorry that the story is
unfinshed but probably someone have the rest of it.

  Besides that I didn't write that story and apprecitate anny comment
about it. If the author didn't like that I post it to the net please
let me know in any way you could manage.

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>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> cut here with a sharp knife <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<



The   Gemini



                                         by  Cherysse  St.  Claire



"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
councilling 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 sar-
castically. "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 trans-
sexual 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,



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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 ther-
apy.  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 conciousness, 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
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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, councilling, slow, me-
thodical hormone therapy, breast implants, plastic surgery, right up
to the blessed event itself - The Sex Change!  But for you, Sweet-
heart,  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 conciousness, 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 conciousness.  I felt relaxed,  re-
freshed,  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?"
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    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, swivelling 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 flaired dramatically, and swayed back and forth
without any concious 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 pivotted 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 smoulder. 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..."

    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 liposuctioned 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
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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 angu-
lar 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 cycli-
cal 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 psycho-
logically prepared for your new role - and you are!  You have been
under an intense program of hypnotherapy, during which I have fash-
ioned 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
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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 your-
self?"

    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."
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    "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 five minutes, 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'.
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    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 minidress 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' be-
tween 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
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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 garterbelts, 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.
Everytime 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 MAR-
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VELOUS  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 ex-
pectantly 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 recep-
tive 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
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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."

    (Continued)
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