Author's note: A continuation of 'The Conference' by Cleos Slut. It picks up where part 2 ends.

 

The Conference Continued

by Kascee Kravzit

Part 1 – The Butterfly Emerges

 

After receiving the shot from Cleo and leaving her room, I headed back to my room. I was feeling incredibly tired and I headed straight for the bed where I collapsed. It was one of the weirdest and wildest nights of my life. I tossed and turned all night. The dreams that I remember were erotic and surreal. And that was just the start!

I am usually an early riser, but not even my own imagination could have prepared me for the changes that occurred overnight. Cleo's magic elixir was making amazing changes. When I rolled out of bed, I nearly fell flat on my face; my body had changed and my sense of balance was way off. When I looked down, I couldn't see my feet because of the full and incredible tits, with large areolas and erect and sensitive nipples. My waist had grown markedly smaller and was firm and flat, and my ass was round and firm as well. My hair was now below my shoulders and the feel of it as it brushed my back was a total turn on. Not only that, but the rest of my body was now hairless and the skin was firm and smooth. My hands were slimmer and the fingers looked longer, probably from the difference in size.

I headed straight for the bathroom and the mirror showed a face with high cheek bones, full pouty lips and what could only be described as a cute pert nose. Even without makeup, my face was erotic and suggestive. I cupped my beautiful breasts with my hands and started to massage them. This made my nipples grow and stick out. A sight that was straight out of a porn flick. Then I looked at my dick and Mr. Winkie had also experienced growth. All I could think of was the fun we were going to have together.

After taking care of morning needs, I went into the kitchen portion of the hotel suite and started morning coffee. This was a ritual for me and I desperately needed the caffeine. I found that I was famished and figured that the changes were the source of the hunger. I could tell that the changes were not complete. My tits were tingling and still growing and my hair was like a living snake as it continued to head down my back.

As I sat and sipped my hot caffeine fix, I thought about life going forward. I am a highly successful salesman with savings and a trust fund, so I was free to indulge in my desires and fantasies. I could either hide from the changes and fight them or I could embrace them. It was a no brainer. Not only would I embrace them, but I would embellish them. I would become a pleasure seeking shemale who was any human's wet dream; someone to be desired and cherished.

After coming to this overriding attitude adjustment, I started thinking about the specifics needed to make this happen. As a woman now, I realized that my senses were much keener. A woman focuses on sight and sound, touch and taste, feel and fuck. All of which allow her to derive pleasure. There was that word again – pleasure. First things first, I needed a name, an appropriate name, one that alluded to my desires and needs. Pleasure – that's going to be my last name. And like Penny, I wanted something suggestive. Then it hit me!! I'd be Annie L. As in Annie L Pleasure. That out of the way, I realized that I could use my experiences and lust as a man to guide my actions as a woman. I knew what turned me on and this was the starting point for my full conversion to the sultry slut that men (and women) had to possess. I was going to make it impossible for them to ignore me!

The only clothes I had were the panties from last night. When I had them on, the feel of the silk against my skin was erotic and pleasurable. But I needed more. My growing tits demanded support and sensual encasement and display. Although my clothes were awful and ill fitting, I got dressed, disgusted that I had no makeup to put on and called for a taxi. I needed to go to the large mall and start the process of change.

As I rode, I started to make a mental list of what I wanted to accomplish before meeting with Cleo and Penny tonight. Above all else, I wanted to stun them with the changes and engage in a night of sex and pleasure that would be unforgettable. When I arrived at the mall, my first stop was the Victoria's Secret. I needed silky, sensual underwear that would give me pleasure and be enticing to others. I stopped at the mall's ATM and withdrew $1000 to start the process. Once in Victoria's, I realized that the breadth of choice was going to make this fun, but also complicated. A beautiful sales clerk named Monique came over and offered to help out. She asked me about sizes and colors. Since I was not going to be buying a lot until the changes completed, I decided on 2 bras, three pairs of thongs, and a silk running suit. Colors and styles of bras were bewildering, but a red, plunging silk and lace bra grabbed my attention. Monique measured me and I was a 36DD. That was nice, but Monique's hands lingered as she measured me and that was a sensation I committed to experience again and again. My waist was 23 and my ass was a 36 as well. The red bra was a real winner and the feel of the silk and lace on my ever sensitive tits was exquisite. I found a black bra as well and the panties were also red and black. Now I needed something to wear that would allow me to show off my tits and the beautiful bra that embraced them. I found a black silk running suit designed for comfort and pleasure, not for exercise. When I put the clothes on, I nearly lost a load of cum as the feel of it all was overwhelming. I changed my list of needs and also bought 2 pair of panties which came with garters. These I would use to entice and seduce to achieve my goal of anal pleasure. God, just the thought of the fun I was planning to have over and over again was driving me up a wall.

Next, I went to the jewelry store. I knew that women wore earrings to draw attention to themselves. I was going to take this to the next level. First I found a pair of knockout diamond studs, each a carat and a half. They also had gold and silver ball earrings and gold and rhinestone earrings which would brush my now highly sensitive shoulders – the proverbial "shoulder dusters" which I had always found to be a turn on. I used my credit card and had each ear pierced 3 times to hold all of the earrings. I also bought a beautiful ladies diamond watch, and 2 pendants which hung perfectly in the cleavage of my still growing breasts. One was a ruby and the other was a jet black teardrop rhinestone. Both accentuated the bras and the look I wanted to achieve. My next stop was a day spa.

I went in and found that there was an open appointment in 45 minutes. I took it and planned for a facial and eyebrow shaping. I knew that as a woman, ongoing days at the spa with facials and the like would be needed to maintain my desirability and looks. I couldn't afford to ignore this and besides which, I was sure that the treatments were both pleasurable and would produce the look I wanted.

With 45 minutes to kill, I wanted a smoke – badly. As I headed to the tobacco shop, I realized that cigarettes and even cigars for a woman were more an accessory than just a simple smoke. I wanted to use them to add to the overall look and decided as I stepped into the store that from now on, my cigarettes had to be long and black/brown. This was a turn on for me as a man and I could use them as such as a woman. In order to add to the effect, I needed a cigarette holder and found a Dunhill model, black with gold inlay that fit the bill. They had several other options and I made a mental note to look at Dunhill holders as my new favorite. I also bought a sterling silver cigarette case that could hold the extra long cigarettes I would now be smoking. Again, this is a fashion statement and portends mystery and money. I thought about Fabiola Udena and the look she had with her long black cigarette in Austin Powers while wearing a low cut number that really showed off her beautiful tits. I ended up getting both Nat Sherman cigarillos and Black and Golds. As a man, I often enjoyed a good cigar and found that the sight of a woman smoking a cigar was irresistible. Famke Jensen in the James Bond flick was a total turn on with that long thin cigar. I made the decision that I would not give up cigars, but would use Famke as the model to use cigars as a seductive weapon in my arsenal. I walked into the humidor and inhaled the marvelous odors and smells of all of the fresh cigars. I found a dark maduro 7 inch long by ½ inch diameter cigar that was simply perfect. I bought a box and a single. I next got a Colibri cigar lighter and 3 cigar clips. The store had a smoking room and I went in to sample my cigar and then have a cigarillo. As I left the store, the man serving me was smiling and I guessed that it would not take much to encourage him to let me suck his dick. Bill Clinton can be thanked for his creative use of cigars. I made plans to come back and introduce him to the joys and pleasures of Annie L.

Now it was time for the spa. I was led to a dimly lit room with an amazing aroma. As I said, a woman is much more attuned to scent and this was a complete aphrodisiac for me. As I lay down, I realized that I needed to add perfume to my purchases today. A woman has to have her scent. I wanted mine to be musky and alluring. The facial took about an hour and I had my eyebrows thinned and shaped. I wanted a high arch and a medium thickness. After some discussion, the spa folks went to work. The product of that work was a brow that was expressive and gorgeous. As I had walked in, I saw a sign for something called permanent eyelashes. As soon as I saw that, I knew it was something I had to have. Their eyelash expert came in and I described what I wanted. I wanted thick, long lashes that were longer as they approached the outside of the eye. This would produce a totally wicked look and would further my ability to draw in and seduce. It took nearly another 2 hours, but when they were done and I was able to see the results, I knew that I now had the look I wanted – wicked, seductive, and alluring. At the same time, I had a pedicure and a manicure. My feet were beautiful, but the pedicure really brought out their look. I chose a blood red nail polish to go alone with the theme of wicked. One of the things I thought about in the morning were my fingernails. I had always found that long, oval shaped nails on a woman were something that I could not resist. Since I loved them, I knew others would too. The idea of gently scraping long talons on a man's arm, coupled with the smell of perfume, the look of slutty makeup and the sight of stupendous breasts were all that I needed and wanted to achieve ultimate pleasure. The manicurist shaped my nails and then applied acrylic to them. I wanted nails that extended at least 1 inch beyond the tips of my fingers. I knew that down the road, they would be at least 2 inches long, but I wanted to start at the 1 inch point. We used the same blood red polish and applied 4 coats plus a top coat. When she was done, the vision of cupping my huge tits with long nails and the thought of long black cigarettes and cigars to display the beautiful hands was dancing in my head. As I left the spa, the vision that greeted me in the mirror was really "cuming" along.

My next stop was the Neiman's perfume counter. As I said, a woman draws pleasure from sight, smell and sound, touch and taste, feel and fuck. I was taking care of the touch and feel with the silk and lace that encased my sexy body. The image I was developing was more and more that of an erotic creature intended solely for mind boggling sex. Smell was next and I found 2 scents that met my needs. The first was Christian Dior's J'Dore. It was fairly light, with an enjoyable fragrance to be worn during the day. But at night, I wanted something stronger and more musky. I found Jean Paul Gauthier and the Classique perfume. It had that musky odor and I knew that it would bring me the pleasure toys I needed. Mingled with the smoke from my tobacco, I was prepared to encourage the joys of all forms of sex. Then I went to the department which sold purses and bought two that hung to my hips and swayed with me as I walked, as well as an evening purse. Again, these things are more than an item to a woman, they are a fashion statement.

As I strolled through the mall, the sensation of my earrings was almost too much to bear. I was reveling in the pleasures and feelings of being a woman. As I walked in this morning, I had seen a salon which specialized in makeovers. It was owned by MAC cosmetics and seemed to be the ideal place to put the makeup pieces in order. Besides, it was exactly the right place to start my acquisition of the womanly powders, potions and paraphernalia I would need to have going forward.

They accepted walk-ins and I was able to get their chief artist to work on me. We talked about the look, the colors I wanted and the overall effect I was hoping to achieve. He cooed over my eyebrows and eyelashes, a good first sign. I wanted dark eyebrows, shaped with the high arch. Next, the shadow was to be dark brown with a tail that ended up meeting the end of the eyebrow. I desired a bedroom eye look when it came to liner, using a smudged kohl look. Mascara would be applied to increase the intensity and sultriness of the look. Foundation would match my skin tone and blush would be bronze in color and highlight the high cheekbones provided by Cleo's elixir. Finally, I wanted ruby red lips that emphasized the pout and look of a cocksucker. I wanted to leave no doubt as to what these lips were used for. To draw more attention to them, they would be topped with a vinyl like clear coat that would reflect light with each movement. Smoking, talking or just looking, I wanted them to stand out. He spent 2 hours working his magic. It was pure heaven. And his continual glances at my still growing tits were a source of innate pleasure. While we went along, I decided to use my newly acquired feminine wiles to draw him in. As we finished and he was putting together my package of makeup and tools, I reached out with my long nailed hands and gently grabbed his. I looked him in the eyes and asked him if he would like to go further. I have forgotten to mention that Cleo's potion had also affected my vocal cords. My voice was now a low sultry one with hypnotic powers. He looked at me developing a sweat as he nodded yes. I guided his hands to my exposed tits and helped them start to massage them. I reached out and pulled his head to me, bringing his lips to mine where we enjoyed a long, lingering, passionate kiss. Then I guided his head to my tits and led him to my nipples. He kissed and stroked them in ways that convinced me that I had to have died and gone to sexual heaven. I stopped him from finding Mr. Winkie as I wanted that to be something that was Cleo's and Penny's to enjoy first. He and I knew that this would not be the last of it. As I left, it was about 5 o'clock and I looked like something that you would never bring home to mother. I headed for the taxi and I could feel the looks of lust that I was getting. I loved it and knew that the exhibitionist in me was coming to the forefront.

Finally, I got into the taxi and we headed for a shop I had seen coming to the mall. It was called Electrique Boutique and it specialized in erotic clothing worn by dancers and the like. I needed something to complete the look, along with fuck me shoes, and this was the place to complete the package. The driver dropped me off and he said he'd be back in an hour or so to pick me up. I gave him my best look of a seductress and with my sultry voice told him that I knew he wanted to see the finished work of art. He agreed.

As I walked in, I knew instantly that this was what I was looking for. Their clothes were designed to accentuate the female figure and expose the maximum amount of flesh. Their shoes were drop dead gorgeous and all had heels in the 4 to 6 inch range. They also had boots, knee high and thigh high, which were to fuck for. I found two incredibly sexy numbers which plunged to my waist, allowing my cleavage and tits to stand out. There was a little black dress that left almost nothing to the imagination and they had a selection of hosiery that felt sumptuous going on and sexy against my skin. Finally, as the day had worn on, the genetic mixture bubbling in my body had made changes to my legs and feet. The arches were changed and the leg muscles shortened so that the only shoes which were comfortable were high heels. I found that I could wear 3 inch heels, but heels 5 to 6 inches were most comfortable. I bought 3 pairs of heels and a set each of thigh high and knee high boots. I left the store in a slinky, low cut dress with my knee high boots and their 5 inch heels. When I walked out, the mirror showed that I had completed my mission. I now had the look of an erotic table dancing whore who could seduce and enjoy anyone or anything she desired. Annie L was fully borne and all that remained was the completion of Cleo's love potion stick on my body. As I walked out to the waiting taxi there was a traffic accident and I think that the cause was me. I had to remind the taxi driver to watch the road as he kept giving me ravishing looks in the mirror. I couldn't wait for the reaction of Cleo and Penny. This was going to be an evening none of us would ever forget.

I went to my room, dropped off my bounty, and pulled on the thigh high black leather boots. They too had a 5 inch metal stiletto heel which made that distinctive clicking noise with each step. I found that the taste of the lipstick and the smell of the makeup and perfume were incredible. Now that sight and sound and taste were covered, it was time for the ultimate test. I checked myself one more time in the full length mirror in the room and went weak at the knees looking at the erotic vision that presented itself to me. I was ready and I knew it. The sense of confidence that I felt came through and was phenomenally sexy. I also knew that neither Cleo nor Penny would be ready for the changes. I stepped out of the room and went to Cleo's door. I knocked and Cleo opened the door. The butterfly had most definitely emerged!!

  

  

  

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